Mama too much for papa
Jay Croushore
Mother of five takes hubby on a embarrassing, scintillating muscle ride.


My wife is deceiving.
She's almost 40 years old, she's has had five children, 
she's got a couple extra pounds on her thighs and hips, but 
don't underestimate her.
She's can be so feminine, as demure as a woman at an English 
tea party.
At 5 feet 6, 140 pounds, she's also as sexy as a stripper, 
as strong as an ox.
"Just as long as I don't smell like one," she says coyly, 
when the compliment is offered.
Hardly.
With perfume and lipstick, Jennifer looks closer to 30 than 
39, and when she wears sleeveless shirts, she shows off 
toned arms that give her an attractive but hardly out-of-
proportion look.
Only when she wears a swimsuit or a T-back shirt does she 
display the toned muscular development of many years of 
being a tomboy and 10 years of being a mother.
"Man, you have a great back," I have told her many times.
"Thank you. I think my back looks good."
But she only shows it off when she's in the mood, which 
normally requires a drink or two. "Oh, papa," she always 
says, "I don't want to get Little Papa too excited."
She knows her hold on me, and what it takes to get my 
engines revved up.
All she has to do is maneuver her backside in front of me, 
slide me on her back, and carry my 180-pound frame around 
the house for a few minutes.
Or, she's been known to press up against me, with her feet 
pinning my feet to the ground, holding me helpless to the 
wall with her incredible shoulders.
"Does Little Papa like that?" she says, knowing the answer 
full well.
Over the years, we have had sexual encounters that have 
begun with her aggressiveness and muscularity leading the 
way, but it's always been private, behind closed doors.
Last week, she stunned me, embarrassed me, in front of 
family ... her family.
We were all in the living room having a few drinks before 
dinner at her parents' house when a woman body builder 
starting flexing her arms on the Rosie O'Donnell show.
"Wow," Jennifer's dad said. "Look at that."
With the three Whiskey Sour's down and the kids at her 
brother's house, Jennifer bounced of her chair, ripped off a 
loose-fitting T-shirt and starting flexing her muscles in a 
T-back.
"Oooooo!" Jennifer's mom said. "Look at that John. Did you 
know your wife had muscles like that?"
I got up to flex myself, but Jennifer had other plans. She 
walked  over and gave me a warm, sexual kiss while taking 
her left arm and wrapping it around the back of  my neck.
I tried to move my head after a few seconds, but she just 
pressed harder, winking at me the way she does every now and 
then.
"Don't even try to get away," she said. "You'd better say 
uncle."
She wasn't kidding.  The harder I tried to get my  head 
away, she more she tightened her grip, then slipping her 
legs on the outside of mine, basically trapping me in the 
middle of the floor.
 ,The harder I tried to get away, the more pressure she 
applied. I was just standing in the middle of the floor, 
head forced onto her shoulder, legs pressed together unable 
to move.
"How do you like that?" she said with glee. "The harder you 
try, the harder I get."
It was amazing the strength she was able to apply. It was 
like her body was expanding as she held me close, now 
rubbing my penis with the front her body while holding me 
motionless in the middle of the floor.
"Jennifer, what are you doing?" her father asked, as my body 
started to shake, near ejaculation.
"Nothing," she said. "I'm just showing my husband that a 
woman can be just as strong as a man."
With that, she let loose her hold on my legs, dipped her 
knees and proceeded to pull me onto her back, where she 
started turning wildly around and around in a classic 
airplane spin.
"Jennifer," her father said. "Put your husband down."
She lowered me to the floor on my back and quickly mounted 
my weakened body, stretching her arms and legs over mine, 
then flexing her entire 140-pound body so I could feel every 
muscle and couldn't not move at all.
"Come on, do something," she said.
The more I struggled, the harder her body became, until I 
could not move at all. I couldn't even wiggle.
"You're done, Papa," she said, as she kissed me 
passionately. "I want you to come inside your pants."
She blew in my right ear, tightened her body a little more, 
and I ejaculated.
Her parents did not know what was going on sexually, but 
they cheered wildly as Jennifer knelt down, lifted my fallen 
body over her amazing shoulders, and carried me out of the 
room.
She finally let me down in the kitchen, her eyes bright, her 
confidence soaring.
"Not bad," she said, flexing her shoulders and arms once 
again. "Not bad for a 39-year-old mother of five."
I was too stunned to answer, as she continued flexing.
"What's wrong, papa, am I too much for you? Did I embarrass 
you?"
My penis was hard again, and she was up against me, pressing 
me against the counter.
"Just say Uncle," she said, with enough cockiness to make my 
heart beat two miles a minute. "Or I'll take you back out 
there on my back, strip off your pants, and ejaculate you in 
front of the folks.
I came again as she said it, so stunned by command.
Then, I finally had had enough.
"Uncle," I said.
She just smiled that cocky smile.