Maya's Mom
Dev  Zeus_Ind@Yahoo.co.in 
What happens when I run into my girlfriend's mom?


Maya was an attractive girl with a slim figure and a face to die for. She
stood 5ft 7 and weighed in at 57 kilograms (125 pounds). She had just finished
her College and had started working as Software Programmer in an IT firm.

Her mother had brought her up all by herself since Maya's parents had
separated when she was 15. It was not easy for Maya. She had always thought
herself as an outcast, cause she had never met any person whose parents had
been divorced (In India, rarely any marriages end up in divorce. Until now I
have met just one guy, whose parents are divorced).

In the office, Maya was a very hard working lady. Being an introvert, she
rarely talked to anyone in there. But one of her colleagues, who was a year
older than her 19 years, had started to show an interest in her. That
colleague, by the way, happened to be me.

I had taken a liking for her the day I saw her. As we worked together, our
friendship deepened. Despite the fact that she was an introvert, she really
opened up to me. I guess she was one of those persons who enjoy talking to
close ones only.

So, one day I summoned up enough courage to say that I loved her. She was a
touch fretty at first, but then she said that she also loved me.

"So, do you want to come at my place to meet my Mom?" She asked.

"Yes. I'd love it." I said.

She gave me her address and said, "be there at 7 pm sharp today." She blew me
a kiss and left.

At 7:01 pm, I stood outside her door, and rang the bell.

An attractive woman in her early fifties opened the door. Just looking at her
face, you could tell that she was Maya's mom. So, that is where Maya got her
beauty from, I thought. Despite the fact that her face resembled Maya's, her
figure was pretty different from her daughter's. Where Maya was slim, her mom
looked pretty solidly built. She was 3 inches shorter than my 6ft frame, but
looked pretty strong in the salwaar-kameez, she was wearing. Her sleeveless
kameez exposed her rather muscular looking arms, and though the salwaar (sort
of trousers) covered her legs, they seemed pretty thick and powerful.

"Namaste, Mrs. Verma." I said.

"Namashkar!" She said. "Come in."

I followed her inside. She motioned me to sit down on a huge sofa set in her
drawing room.

"So Raj, Maya tells me, you work with her." She said.

"Yes Ma'am. Speaking of her, where is she?"

"I send her to her Aunt's house, so that we could talk alone."

"What?" That was a shocker!

"So, you want to marry my daughter." She said all of a sudden, in a sharp
voice.

"Yes. We both want that." I justified.

"Look, you asshole. I'm going to tell you this once and for all. Don't you
dare think about marrying her again, or else you'd regret the day you first
saw her."

I was shocked by her speech. I said in my firmest tone, "You better watch your
mouth Mrs. Verma."

"Or what will you do if I don't." She stood up and walked towards me. She
grabbed me by the collar and roughly yanked me up. I was really surprised by
the ease with which she powered me up.

"What are you doing?" I shouted.

She let go off my collar and grabbing me under my arms, actually lifted me
high up in the air. "So, do you promise not to see my daughter again or do I
have to get rough?"

"Put me down at once." I said pathetically as my feet dangled a foot off the
ground. I put my hand on her biceps trying to force them down but was unable
to gain anything by it. Her biceps were so swelled up, rippling with amazing
muscularity. I felt those rock hard arms of hers, which appeared so bumpy with
her enormous muscles jutting out of her glistening skin.

I was starting to get real afraid, when she unceremoniously dropped me down on
the floor. I cowered back in fear. She again advanced towards me. Grabbing my
hair she powered me up to my feet. She pulled me roughly into her body, and
wrapping those arms around my waist took me into a really tight bear hug,
power of which once again resulted in my body being suspended in mid air. I
winced in pain as I felt her amazing strength belting down on my torso. Her
raw muscular body was crushing me into a pulp. I couldn't believe that I was
being manhandled by a 50-year-old woman. I was shouting now and started
begging her to stop. Tears started rolling down my eyes as my vision started
getting hazy.

She probably figured out that her sheer strength would soon render me
unconscious so she loosened her bear hug. Sensing a chance to free myself, I
wriggled vigorously in her arms, powering my hands against her broad wide and
so muscular shoulders. I did manage to free myself but no sooner had my feet
touched the ground below that I was again in the air resulted by a vicious
punch of hers in my mid section. I crash-landed on the floor once again
clutching my stomach.

"No. Please Mrs. Verma. Please have mercy on me." I begged her even as my
tears and blood salted my tongue.

My tears did not seem to affect her at all. She grabbed my neck this time and
flattened me vertically against the wall.

Just then the door flew open and Maya walked in.

"O my God! What are you doing, Mom. Let him go." She shouted at her mother.

"I told you, he was no good." She said to Maya.

"Please Mom. Leave him." She rushed ahead towards her mother. She grabbed her
mother's bulging biceps with both her hands, and started pulling them. But her
efforts had no effect on her mom's relentless arm as I discovered that my
lungs had run out of oxygen. I was being suffocated when fortunately for me,
Maya pushed her mother's arm with her entire body weight. It seemed to do the
trick as I fell down still leaning against the wall. I drew in some heavy
breaths as my mind cleared and I saw Maya arguing with her Muscle Mom. Even
now, I couldn't but marvel at her mom's muscularity. Maya's bare arms
completely paled in comparison to her mom's muscular biceps. In the heat of
argument, Mrs. Verma grabbed Maya's hands in her super strong grip and lifted
her too in the air. Maya fought like a cornered cat but was obviously no match
against her mom's enormous power.

By now I was convinced that her Mom was indeed a psycho, and could see why her
husband had left her. I stood up and rammed myself against Mrs. Verma's back
in order to free Maya. She staggered a bit but I felt that I had run into a
brick wall. Mrs. Verma was still holding Maya. She walked towards a room
holding Maya at arm's length. She shoved Maya into the room and locked the
door from outside. Then she turned and eyed me in the most villainous fashion.
My heart skipped a beat as I again found myself cornered against the wall.

I knew that my only chance laid in surprising her. Though I had pretty slim
chance of knocking her over but I still had to try. Once again I ran towards
her, intending to tackle her down. I rummaged against her once again, but it
hardly had any effect on her. As for me, all I saw was stars spinning around
my head. As my head cleared, I found my head enveloped between two hard
pillars of muscle and power. Her meaty thighs encircled my head in between and
I swear I could hear my skull producing a crackling sound. I frantically tried
to unsettle her thighs, but in vain. Her thighs felt so powerful and hard
against my skull, which seemed to be caving in. After a few seconds all I
could see was darkness everywhere.

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