The Toughest Guy in Town
By Beaten Man  humbled@abeatenman.com



Long Version

Warning: The ice is thinner now. The following story contains blatantly
incestuous material. No one under 18 should read it.

Chapter One:

Jimmy Dupree was nearly twenty years old. He lived in that no mans land that
exists between adolescence and full manhood. Physically he was a man, hard as
nails and built like a middleweight boxer, but mentally he was still a kid. He
had graduated high school over a year ago at eighteen. Since then he had not
worked, other than mowing lawns and a few odd jobs. He hadn't gone on to
college, the service or learned a trade... He had just hung around spending
his days looking for fights while living at home like a kid with his 42 year
old single mom and his almost 18 year old younger sister. It wasn't that he
was lazy, mean or stupid, he just hadn't found himself yet. But Jimmy did have
two major problems. He was immature, and he was very much the town bully.

He wasn't a bully for the usual reasons. It wasn't because he was insecure or
bigger, he just liked to fight and was damned good at it. Jimmy was only five
foot nine and weighed about 165 pounds, he certainly wasn't a big guy. But he
was fast as lightning and as strong as an ox. He had always been a gifted
athlete. Throughout high school he had played football and baseball, excelling
at both sports. He had natural coordination and a solid muscular build.

When he was younger some of the bigger kids tried to bully him because he was
smaller, they thought he'd be an easy target. They were wrong, they all found
themselves on the receiving end of a bad beating. Jimmy found he liked the
feeling of winning, he hungered for it and began picking fights for the
smallest of reasons.

Each fight just made him hungrier for the next one. Competition exited him, it
made the win so much more satisfying. The feelings he would get as a foe
crumbled sent shivers of hungry anticipation up and down his spine. Standing
over someone he had rendered helpless in spite of their best efforts was, to
him, an almost sexual rush. The harder his opponent would fight back the
better the feel of victory would be. . In spite of picking countless fights
with usually larger opponents he had never lost a single one. He hadn't even
been tested.

Throughout school he was the kid all the other ones feared. Jimmy enjoyed the
respect his fighting skills gave him, there was hardly a young man in the
entire town that he hadn't beaten up at least once. After graduating he began
hanging around the places that the week end bikers frequented. He found good
hunting when it came to victims for fights with that crowd. They were mostly
big guys, forty to fifty year old ex toughs, Now they'd grown soft and middle
aged but still would go out on weekends deluding themselves that they were
still wild and tough. He'd pick a fight and they would oblige believing he was
just some fresh punk. They'd get their asses handed to them in short order by
the tough young Jimmy. Wherever Jimmy went he looked for the most aggressive
man he could find and started a fight with him. He didn't care who they were
or how big they were.

His bullying was probably the cause of his immaturity. It was holding him back
socially. While girls found him attractive, he was handsome and well built,
they were repelled by his brutality. They mistook his constant fighting as
cruelty and it scared them. His strength was appealing and gave him an animal
magnetism that would have normally brought the girls flocking, but the way he
used it drove them away. As a result he had never had a girl friend or even a
date. He had a mans hankering for a woman but only a boys experience with
them. A young boy's at that.

So the current state of Jimmy's life was no job or career, sexual frustration,
and a bad reputation. His life was a weekly trip to the high school to pick a
fight with whoever the biggest jock was, a punch out with some biker in an
alley or the occasional confrontation with some unsuspecting guy in a parking
lot or store.

No one in town was safe from him, like I said he was the town bully and liked
to fight.

Chapter Two

Jimmy's father had run out on the family when Jimmy was 3 years old leaving
his wife with two small children to raise by herself. Jimmy really never knew
his father, he just had a few vague memories of a large angry man. He had only
his mother to guide him as he grew.

Jennifer Dupree did as good a job as could be expected raising two children
alone. She worked hard and earned a decent living, she always maintained a
clean and stable home. She, Jimmy and her soon to be eighteen year old
daughter Lisa had enjoyed a close family environment as the children grew.

They were all three excellent athletes and enjoyed many activities, such as
swimming and tennis, as a family together. Jennifer was fond of saying that
Jimmy and Lisa may have been named Dupree but they were really Murphys, her
maiden name. All the Murphys were gifted athletes and had always been so. They
were short, fast, and strong, just like Jimmy. It was a Murphy family trait.

The middle aged Jennifer and the teenaged Lisa were both attractive women.
They looked more like sisters than mother and daughter. They both had light
brown hair, the same shade as Jimmy's, and both had big, pretty light brown
eyes. Again just like Jimmy. Lisa wore her straight hair long, it cascaded
down her back, Jennifer kept hers short in a neck length bob.

The hair style was the biggest physical difference between them. Both women
had slender, athletic builds that featured strong, smooth legs, lean
femininely muscled arms and tight flat stomachs. They measured almost the same
at a curvy 36-22-36 with the middle aged Jennifer and the teen aged Lisa both
having firm breasts and delightfully round, shapely rear ends. The women were
even almost the same height with Jennifer standing 5ft 4 inches and Lisa
barely an inch taller. Each weighed a hundred and thirty pounds and shared the
Murphy solid frame. Both were even gymnasts, Jennifer when she was in high
school, and now her daughter Lisa who would graduate this year...

Jennifer was not blind to the problems with her son, she was well aware of his
fighting and bullying. The school, the police, the neighbors and her friends
had kept her well informed of Jimmy's exploits. Since in every other way Jimmy
had been such a good kid she had just chalked the bullying off to youthful
exuberance that he would outgrow. Now that he was nearing twenty Jennifer and
Lisa were both worried about his failure to change and mature. They were both
aware that if something didn't snap him out of his behavior he was headed for
real trouble. They knew it was time for Jimmy to grow up.

Today was a particularly bad day on the Jimmy front. His latest victim was to
be Mark Arnhurst, Lisa's eighteen year old boy friend. Jimmy had started an
argument with Mark over Lisa's "honor" and told Mark to be at his house at
3:00 PM for a showdown. Jimmy had told him that if he failed to show he would
come looking for him and it would go worse for Mark. What had Mark done?
Nothing, he had always behaved as a perfect gentleman around Lisa. That was
why he was a welcomed guest at the Dupree home and particularly liked by
Jennifer. She felt comfortable knowing her daughter was seeing such a fine
young man.

The truth was, Lisa had pursued Mark for years. He had been Jimmie's friend
growing up and had barely noticed Lisa until she began to blossom in high
school. She had always had a crush on him. When he did finally notice her and
began showing interest she had been on cloud nine. This last year had been the
happiest of her life. She and Mark planned to enter Community College together
in the fall and had even talked of eventual marriage.

Now he had just hung up the phone on Lisa after breaking off their
relationship. He was sorry and felt terrible but he didn't want to be Jimmie's
next victim. Jimmy had become increasingly belligerent with his former friend
as his relationship had blossomed with Lisa, now it had gone to far. Mark knew
he didn't stand a chance against Jimmy. Fighting him wouldn't help,. Unless
Jimmy changed Mark and Lisa's relationship was doomed.

Lisa was devastated as she cried out her heart to Jennifer. "Something has to
be done about" Jimmy she sobbed. "He has no right to ruin my life just because
he wants to ruin his."

Jennifer knew Lisa was right. Something had to be done about Jimmy. He had to
be made to grow up and his bullying had to be stopped..

Jimmy Dupree was the toughest guy in town, he was the town bully, no one was
safe. Someone had to stop him. He was Jennifer's son, he was her
responsibility. She was the one it would have to be.

Chapter Three

Jimmy was anxious as he awaited Mark's arrival, he always got itchy in
anticipation of a fight. He was prepared for combat, barefoot and shirtless
wearing only a pair of gym shorts, ready to put a serious hurting on his old
pal Mark. He was alone at the house, or so he believed, his mother was not due
back from work until six and Lisa had gone off some place to sulk. He was
standing in the enclosed patio area of the families quadplex town house. The
patio was nothing more than a patch of grass surrounded by a six foot shadow
box fence in the corner of the tee shaped quadplex. It was private and a good
place for a fight. There was no furniture to break and no prying eyes to cause
interference. He'd give Mark a quick beating as a warm up and then go out and
look for a real challenge later. The excited feelings he always got in
anticipation of competition were beginning to stir inside him. He paced as he
waited.

Jimmy was wrong though about being alone in the house. Upstairs in her second
story bedroom Jennifer Dupree stood by the window watching her son in the
patio below. She had taken the afternoon off so that she could deal with this
family crisis. Her car was parked at a neighbor's house so that Jimmy would
not know that she was home. She had a lot on her mind as she watched her son
pace around the small front yard. .

He was a good young man but he was heading for trouble and wouldn't be good
much longer if things didn't change in a hurry. He was such good looking man
and so physically talented, he could be anything he wanted. Why did he have to
want to be a bully? Jimmy needed to be taken down a peg. he needed to be shown
that there is always somebody tougher. He had to learn that respect was
something you achieved by real accomplishment and by treating people well. He
needed to learn the difference between being respected and being feared.

She momentarily felt guilty about never having remarried so that Jimmy could
have had a serious male role model in the house. His real father certainly
wouldn't have been that role model. He had been an angry insecure lout,
charming at first, but later shown to be abusive. She had tried to change him
but he had mistaken her attempts to be patient with him for weakness. He had
raised his hand to her during an argument. Jennifer was a Murphy, strong and
fast and a gifted athlete. She had fought back and he had gotten the worst of
it. He left the following morning and she'd been alone ever since. A few men
had tried to get close, she was a fine looking woman, but she had never had
the time to get involved with any of them. Now she regretted not having done
so.

She thought back to her own youth. She had grown up in a tough inner city
neighborhood, the streets were filled with mean spirited punks. She'd had her
share of fights as a youngster. They were never something she looked for, she
fought to defend herself. But she did have a competitive spirit and she did
enjoy the feeling of victory. She could still remember the sexual thrill she
had gotten as she overwhelmed a good opponent and the exhilaration of standing
victorious over him. She understood how it might be corrupting. She had
outgrown her wildness by the time she was 17 and had not had a physical
confrontation since then except for the run in with her husband sixteen years
ago.

She thought back to the feelings she used to have as a young girl just before
a fight. The exhilaration and the heightened sensitivity. The almost sexual
longing for contact. Now, quite inappropriately she thought, those feelings
were beginning to rise in her. She was at the same time both saddened at what
she felt she had to do and yet almost giddy in the anticipation of doing it.
She wasn't sure if she was just girding herself for the task at hand or if she
had become some sort of pervert. Feeling sexual in anticipation of confronting
your own son did not seem normal to her. She contented herself with the
knowledge that it was no different than the feelings she had gotten in her
youth

Jennifer began preparing herself for what she knew she must do. She took off
her clothes and her shoes and then put on a khaki colored pair of elastic
jogging briefs and a simple, sheer bra. She carefully removed her makeup and
then slipped a sweatband around her hair. She was comfortable now She was
ready.

She was a 42 year old woman and she was about to pick a fight with the biggest
bully in town, a hard tough man who just happened to be her son. She was going
to force a bare knuckled brawl with the strongest and most skillful person she
had ever faced. She was going to teach him a lesson if she could or take a
terrible beating if she couldn‘t..

The things a mother has to do she thought as she started down the stairs.

Chapter Four

Jimmy was surprised and a bit nervous when the front door of the supposedly
empty townhouse opened and the barely covered Jennifer Dupree stepped through
it. He was confused when she walked silently passed him to the front gate and
slid the dead bolt into place. He was just plain shocked when she walked up to
him and slapped him on his cheek.

"What was that for" he asked his mother as he rubbed his cheek and tried to
figure out what he'd done to deserve the slap. His mother had never before hit
either of the Dupree youngsters.

"That's an appetizer" his mother replied somewhat cryptically. "If you're
waiting for Mark he won't be here" his mother continued. "He will be here
tomorrow though and you are to make him feel welcome when he comes. But as for
this afternoon, there's been a change in the program. I'll be taking Mark's
place". Her voice was flat and matter of fact.

Jimmy stared at his mother in disbelief. Had she lost her mind? Had he
misunderstood her? "What are you talking about?" he stammered.

"I'm talking about your bullying. I've had enough of it and I'm here to put an
end to it. It was one thing when the only life your bullying affected was your
own. Now its affecting Lisa's and I'm not letting you get away with it. Now
put up your dukes tough guy and lets get it on. You wanted a fight and I'm
here to give you one". She stepped right in front of him with the last
sentence and put her fists up.

Jimmy was feeling dizzy as he searched his mothers face for some sign that
this was a practical joke. He saw none. Her face was hard and unsmiling. Her
appearance was completely foreign to him. She was half naked with her fists
right in his face.

"Have you gone insane?" he asked, "You can't be serious".

"I'm as serious as a heart attack" Jennifer shot back. "You're going to learn
a lesson today that I should have taught you years ago. You're not leaving
this yard until I think you've learned it. Now let's go" she added sharply

"I don't know what's gotten into you mom but you can forget about fighting
with me. I am not about to hit my own mother If you want to hit me go ahead, I
have no intention of hitting you back"..

Jennifer had anticipated his response and was prepared for it. "What's the
matter. Scared?" She shoved him roughly against his shoulders. "You're a tough
guy until somebody stands up to you, is that what it is."

Panic was settling in around Jimmy. His mother, the one who had taken him
trick or treating when he was a child, was standing in front of him looking
mean and sexy and trying to pick a fist fight with him. This just couldn't be
happening. But everything in her demeanor said it was. Even her appearance was
different, she really did look like someone that was prepared for a fight. The
word for how she looked was tough.

Well tough looking or not he still wasn't ready to hit his mother. For crying
out loud, didn't she know that he'd kill her with the breeze from one punch.
There had to be a way out of this. Things like this just didn't happen.

"Get away from me, you're talking like a lunatic" was the best he could come
up with. She shoved him in the chest again and said, "Make me." Jimmy backed
up beginning to feel a bit of anger to go with his confusion. He told her to
stop pushing him. She shoved him again and then got right in his face. She
looked up at him and asked him, "How do you like it when some one you're
afraid of wants to fight?"

"I'm not afraid of you" he said angrily. "I just don't want to hurt you".

"You hurt me?" She said. "I've handled punks like you before, I'll kick your
young ass from one end of this patio to the other." Then she slapped him again
and stood staring into his eyes.

"I'm warning you mom, back off, don't force me to get rough." Jimmy could feel
the anger rising in him, he knew his temper and he knew it was near the
boiling point. He felt as though he was the wronged party. She was trying to
take advantage of the fact that she was his mother in order to humiliate him
for some reason he didn't understand.. What right did she have to bully him?
If she didn't stop soon he would hit her, even if it was only to quiet her so
he could get her to a Psych ward.

"I can't wait for the town to find out the great Jimmy Dupree is really a
yellow coward, afraid of a woman." She slapped him again and then shoved him
one more time

Her voice had taken on a derisive tone that Jimmy found maddening. her
attitude was challenging him in a way he'd never been. He was now furious and
wanted to hit somebody, anybody. "Touch me again and you're going to get it"
he said. His voice had now turned hard and angry.

Jennifer had been nervous when she'd first approached her son. Truth be known
she had been relatively certain that Jimmy would not hit her and that she
would not have to fight. She'd had her doubts about being able to handle him.
Deep doubts. Jimmy was not only in the prime of life but he was a Murphy and a
damn tough one. In a way she had been bluffing, even if she wasn't aware of
it. But as the confrontation had gone on,more and more, she'd found herself
wishing he would hit her, The idea of that level of competition excited her as
she hadn't been in many years. Could she compete with a tough young man in his
prime?

Suddenly she was aching to find out. Suddenly she felt as tough and sexy as
she looked.. Suddenly she had to admit to herself that she was no longer just
reluctantly trying to administer a little tough love. She was hungry for that
old feeling off victory. Suddenly she really wanted to fight..

Suddenly she punched Jimmy hard in the jaw..

Chapter Five

The punch landed flush to his jaw. it was hard, harder than Jimmy could
remember being hit in a long time. It was hard enough to send him stumbling
back against the wooden fence.

His confusion was now replaced by rage as he pushed off the fence with his
fists raised. If she wasn't going to listen to reason he'd have to put an end
to her lunacy another way.

He ran at her and threw his own looping right, intending to knock her down and
stop the craziness before it went any further. It was for her own good he
reasoned to himself.

Jennifer saw him swing and ducked under the punch throwing her own right into
Jimmy's stomach as she ducked. As the force of his missed blow sent his right
arm by her she punched over his extended shoulder with a left that landed
flush to his cheek. The right left combo send Jimmy staggering sideways a few
steps.

Jimmy was furious as he stumbled. His missed punch and his mother's countering
combination made him feel foolish. It was obvious this attack on him wasn't
just some menopausal insanity, she knew exactly what she was doing. She had
displayed the ability to not only attack forcefully but to defend herself as
well. She had already proven herself better than half the men and all the boys
he'd ever fought. Now it wasn't his mother standing there, it was an opponent.
The competitive juices were bubbling up in him and the exciting feeling of
anticipation returned.

He stepped forward with his fists at the ready. All Jimmy was seeing as he
approached Jennifer was a challenge, a woman who had stepped out of her league
and needed a man to remind her of what the natural order of things really was.
Her hands were a bit low, he threw his quick jab at her chin and launched his
right at her stomach.

Instinctively Jennifer's equally quick hands shot up to protect against the
jab. The jab was stopped but the right thudded in below to her hard stomach.
Unflinching from the stomach shot she threw her own jab and a straight right
behind the jab into Jimmy's nose. Both punches landed bloodying his nose.
Jimmy's head snapped back from the two punches but he was still able to launch
a short countering left uppercut that landed on her chin. Her head also
snapped back from the hard punch.

The quick exchange left both combatants momentarily stunned, they circled each
other cautiously as their heads cleared and they sized each other up.

Jennifer, though she had baited Jimmy and forced the action, was seething with
anger now that he had actually hit her. He was no longer her son, To her she
was back on the mean streets with another punk who needed to learn some
manners standing in front of her. Her body was alive with the warm feeling of
competition. She wanted to beat her larger foe into submission to satisfy the
long suppressed yearning for victory. She ached to stand over a beaten foe
feeling strong and invincible.

For his part Jimmy was out for blood. All he knew was that he had been hit
several times and now had a bloody nose. He had struck his opponent twice and
she was still standing there. This was competition and competition was what he
craved, it's what made the victories feel so satisfying. Competition had been
seriously lacking in his fights for years. His victories had been hollow and
hadn't been satisfying. That's why he had fought more often and chosen larger
foes, he'd been looking for someone that could give him a decent fight. Now
Jimmy saw Jennifer as that opponent. She was as tough as she looked. She could
throw a punch and she could take one too. The thought of taming the wildcat in
front of him was so totally stimulating that he completely forgot who it was
that he was fighting.

The muscular young man and the strong shapely older female began firing
punches at each other with blinding speed. They were toe to toe, both fast,
skillful and strong.. Jennifer was struck below the eye and on the jaw, Jimmy
was hit twice in the stomach, once on the chin and once more on his nose
before the furious exchange was halted and they each took a step back.

They were both now breathing heavily and perspiration was flowing on their
heads and arms. Blood was streaming from Jimmy's nose and Jennifer had welts
beneath her eye and on her jaw. This was a back alley brawl that both fighters
were determined to win. The close physical contact and competitive action was
having an effect on the both of them.

Jimmy hadn't had an opponent like this ever before. He was being fought to a
standstill and the competition was completely stimulating. The fact that it
was coming from a beautiful woman made it somehow even more stimulating. The
sight of her firm breasts heaving up and down inside the flimsy bra and the
sweat running over the swelling muscles in her arms was arousing his male
instincts in a way he'd never felt. His desire for contact was becoming
overwhelming. In a word he was horny.

Jennifer was similarly affected. She was more than holding her own in a battle
with a larger and younger foe. The feeling of power was stimulating her in
places she had not felt stimulation in many years. The fact that her opponent
was a good looking, muscular man heightened that stimulation. She felt her
nipples stiffening and there was a warm craving rising in her loins. She was
experiencing conflicting feelings of guilt and desire. Her arousal though was
overwhelming her guilt as her mind filled with the images of a defeated man at
her feet, helpless to stop her from satisfying her lust at his expense.

The rising passion and desire to dominate an opponent overtook Jennifer and
Jimmy at the same time. They stepped back into each other with their fists
flying. Jennifer kept her hands high to protect her face and offered her
stomach as a target. Jimmy took the bait and fired piston like left and rights
into the hard flat expanse of Jennifer's muscle ribbed abdomen. Jennifer fired
above Jimmy's punching fists at his damaged nose and at his eyes. Occasionally
Jimmy would vary his attack with looping lefts and rights thrown at Jennifer's
head. Jennifer would duck beneath the roundhouses or take the hooks on her
arms and punish Jimmy's stomach in retaliation.

Neither gave ground as the toe to toe battle raged back and forth. Jimmy was
the stronger and the heavier puncher, Jennifer the quicker and more agile.
.His thudding body shots were leaving deep dark bruises on her sides and
abdomen, her quick counters to his face battered his nose and closed his left
eye. . Their arms grew heavy and sweat covered both fighters like a glistening
blanket and still they punched furiously, each was now consumed with the
desire to emerge victorious and stand over a fallen opponent.

Jimmy had always concentrated his somewhat lackadaisical training on building
up his arms and chest neglecting his stomach. Jennifer had always prided
herself on her hard stomach and since her days as a gymnast had spent
countless hours developing the muscles in her abdomen. His heavy attack on her
mid section failed to subdue her and his arms were getting progressively more
weary. Jennifer's occasional blows to his stomach and solar plexus began to
drive the wind from his lungs and her sharp counter punches to the face began
to snap his head back as they'd land. The tide was turning in the direction of
the smaller, older fighter. Slowly the toughest guy in town began to be driven
back by the shapely woman.

Jimmy was becoming increasingly disoriented as his mothers non stop assault
rocked him with combination after combination. His punches were slowing as
hers increased in power and numbers. She staggered him and drove him back
still farther. Two more exchanges between the rapidly weakening Jimmy and the
aroused she tiger Jennifer and the town bully was in full retreat.

He abandoned his futile attack on her stomach and made a desperate attempt to
land a power shot to Jennifer's head. His first punch, a looping left, rocked
her head back but the second, a haymaker right, was short and left his right
side exposed. Jennifer threw a hard left hook into the ribs on Jimmy's right
side, he bent and grimaced in pain. She then swiveled and delivered a
thunderous right into his unguarded mid section turning her hip into the punch
as it flew. As the huge right drilled into his weakened stomach the remaining
air was forced from him and his entire body suddenly went weak. His knees
buckled and his legs became watery.

Jimmy fell forward into Jennifer, desperately grabbing at her arms for support
and as a way of stopping her punches. He was gasping for air and unable to
stand on his own. He clinched tightly and his body sagged against hers.
Jennifer leaned into him and laid her hands against his shoulders in an
attempt to push him off.. Their bodies smashed together.

Jimmy's head was on her shoulder and he had her upper arms in his hands. Her
breasts were mashed against his chest. The feel of her hard nipples poking
into him and the soft flesh of the bosom beyond sent shocks through his body
driving his arousal to a fever pitch. He developed a raging erection that he
pushed against her crotch He began to nuzzle her cheek with his face and run
his hands reverently over the hard muscles in her upper arms. His labored
breathing turned to pants and he moaned softly. His mind was clouded from the
beating he had taken and his body was responding to the stimulus without
guidance from his brain.

Jennifer, already aroused, was being driven to an almost animalistic frenzy.
Jimmy was helpless and only her body supported him. Her sensitized nipples
were sending out shocks of their own and her sweat drenched breasts ached to
be caressed. The feel of his hands worshipping her swollen biceps enflamed
her. She pushed back against his stiff crotch with her own, grinding his
erection against her wet patch. Her lips brushed lightly over his cheek and
ear and he moaned again, Her breath became blazing hot on his neck.

Her mind was reeling as the collapse of his resistance and the nearness of his
body kept reminding her of how long she had been without intercourse. Her
brain was sounding alarm bells and screaming no but her body kept insisting
yes! yes! yes!.

That was the other battle raging in the tiny courtyard. The one that was
inside Jennifer, between her maternal sensibilities and the animal lust that
was blazing in her womanhood. It was her motherly instincts against her
womanly instincts.

The aroused woman ran her hands across the groggy young man's body and pulled
him tighter to her rubbing her breasts back and forth on his chest and then
his face. Her hands dropped to Jimmy's hips and she ground his throbbing
erection into her now soaked crotch. As he hung helplessly from her body she
pressed ever harder against him. The maternal alarm bells in her mind were
growing fainter and more distant as her long suppressed womanly instincts for
a man to sate her lusts became ever more insistent.

Jimmy was in another world, a world of passion and desire. His moans of
pleasure became groans of desperate need. His swollen lips sought out her
neck, ears and mouth. His tongue licked at her breasts. He mumbled please in
her ear and pushed his swollen cock up and down even harder against her. The
female body that had physically overwhelmed his own was now sexually
overwhelming it as well.

He was experiencing defeat for the first time and for the first time in his
life he was in intimate contact with a female body, an aroused, responsive and
lushly curvaceous one. His throbbing erection had a mind of it's own, it
demanded release. He screamed and shuddered violently, digging his nails into
her arms, as he finally lost all control and began ejaculating wildly. Shudder
after shudder wracked his body and his semen spilled in pulsing bursts.

Her son‘s groans and shudders reawakened Jennifer‘s maternal instincts, slowly
they beat back her animal passion. She would not ruin all of their lives,
Jimmy's, Lisa's and her own to satisfy a sudden and unreasonable craving. She
must stop before doing something she could never forgive herself for.

She yelled "no" and pushed Jimmy off of her. As their bodies separated she
drilled a tremendous right uppercut under his chin. Jimmy's head flew back and
he toppled backwards against the wooden fence with his arms hanging at his
side. As she approached him to finish him off he started slowly sliding down
the fence. When his butt hit the ground he toppled sideways and lay in a semi
fetal position on his side at her feet.

He made no move to get up. He was unconscious, a beaten fighter.

Chapter Six

Jennifer stood over the defeated young man with her heart pounding and her
breasts heaving. The thrill of victory ratcheted up the still unsatisfied
feeling of lust that she had barely turned back. She leaned against the fence
and used her own hand to still the raging fire inside. Within seconds she
brought herself to a thunderous climax that left her weak kneed. She sat on
the ground next to Jimmy unable to stand.

Slowly, as she recovered from the climax, she began to feel the aches from her
bruised stomach and face and knew that normalcy was returning to her body.

She examined Jimmy who was still unconscious next to her. He had taken a lot
of punishment. His nose was definitely broken and his swollen eyes would be
sporting shiners for a while. His mouth was cut and his lips were swollen. His
body had deep bruises by his ribs and solar plexus. In his fetal position he
almost looked like he was sleeping.

She got some smelling salts from the house and placed them under Jimmy's
battered nose. Within seconds he sputtered back to a groggy consciousness.
"What happened?" he asked as he slowly revived.

"You don't remember?" she asked back..

"We had a fight didn't we" he answered as his angry wounds began reminding him
of what had just occurred. . Then he started to blush, as he realized his
mother had knocked him out.

He sat quietly for a few moments struggling to get the events of the fight
sorted out in his mind. Everything was mostly a blur from the time his mother
first socked him in the jaw until reviving a moment ago. All he could remember
was being rocked by her attack and being driven back by her punches.

"You really kicked my ass didn't you" he, finally blurted.

'Yes Jimmy, I did. Do you remember why?"

"Yeah, you said you wanted to teach me a lesson. Well you did. I'm through
fighting. If I can't handle my own mother who can I handle."

"I'm glad you're done with fighting but that's not the lesson I was teaching.
You can fight Jimmy. You're a good one, you've beaten everybody you ever faced
until now. I'm just a better one. Believe me there's always somebody better.
What I want you to learn is that you don't fight with someone just because
you're better at it than they are, that's bullying. You fight because you have
to not because you want to. Understand?"

"Yes I do", he answered "And I'm sorry for what I've done. Can you ever
forgive me for hitting you?"

"Of course I can" she replied. " You were only defending yourself from my
bullying.".

"Well I guess I'm not the toughest guy in town anymore" he said half jokingly.

Jennifer laughed and said, "Sure you are Jimmy. You're definitely the toughest
guy in town.".

Then as she flexed her muscles she added. "You're just not the toughest
person"

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