Domination at the Women's Institute
By Jimp based on a suggestion by Stefano
The ladies of the WI demonstrate to their menfolk that they are not meek and humble


(c) JIM P 2011

**Part 1: Mrs. Knight**

I lay in bed watching the reflections of car headlights on the ceiling as they
rushed past outside. Sleep no longer came easily to me, not since that kid
wiped me out on the mat [JACKIE#03]. The thought of how my Judo had been no
match for the little blonde gymnast in her school uniform had me stiff again
as it had done every night since. The inevitable prospect of wanking one off
over the short athletic girl who dominated me completely beckoned until I
heard heated mumbling through the bedroom wall. I put my ear against the wall.
"But I don't think Glenn is ready dear" I heard dad say. Judo Boy, everyone
calls me Judo Boy except for my parents. I couldn't make out mum's reply then
THUMP "ouch!" THUMP "ouch!" WTF? Strange noises and what sounded like muffled
cries from my dad. It sounded like a scuffle was going on in there, which was
bizarre. Then I made out a muffled voice "OK OK tomorrow night. He can go..
Ouch.. We can go together". Dad's voice sounded strained. What the hell was
going on? I'd never heard anything like that before. It almost sounded like
they were fighting, which was dumb as both my parents were old and dull as
dishwater. Dad had just retired as an aircraft engineer and mum was an
ordinary housewife. They never did anything more physical than play cribbage.
The vision of Jackie's powerful muscular legs returned and I had no choice but
to whip one off before I had any chance of sleep.

I had forgotten all about the strange noises until the following evening when
I was getting ready to go out. "Mum, is my gi washed?" I asked as I entered
the kitchen. Although she celebrated her 59th birthday a couple of months ago,
Mum is not bad looking for an old wrinkly. She stood 5 foot 7 to my 6 foot 1
with straight shoulder length silvery blonde hair which swept off her forehead
on the right and flowed down both sides of her face over her ears. Her face is
a long oval with high broad cheeks and a deep chin. Light eyebrows arch
closely above small green eyes and a long prominent nose leads to a full mouth
wearing light pink lipstick. With a firm chin and neck, there was little to
indicate her age apart from smile lines which creased from the bridge of her
nose together with other wrinkles around her chin and eyes as she smiled at
me. "At 21, maybe you should learn to wash it yourself. This isn't a
laundrette" she teased. She was a little plump but that's what mums are like
isn't it? A sleeveless blue dress showed off pale fleshy arms and disturbingly
quite a bit of the top part of her bust. I tried to avert my eyes. Mum has a
magnificent 36dd bust, I know because I looked in her wardrobe, and the dress
she wore was pulled in to a 26 inch waist with a sort of corset on the outside
that just emphasised her bust even more and her broad 38 inch hips. "Anyway,
we are all going to the WI tonight" she told me. "What? That boring place with
the old biddies" I complained. "Do what your mother tells you, Glenn. No
arguments" Dad spoke up from the kitchen table. He was tall and lanky with
short greying curly hair. Oddly he seemed to be avoiding looking at mum and
seemed a bit subdued, had they been arguing? Then I recalled the strange
overheard conversation. Was that what it was all about? What's the big deal
about the WI that she had to drag me along for?

Half an hour later we were in the garage and dad went to open the garage door.
As mum opened the passenger side front door, I noticed seams at the back of
the sheer tan coloured nylons that adorned her thick pear drop shaped calves.
I watched as she got into the seat bending her legs to swing them into the
car. The hem of her skirt rose up and I caught a glimpse of a dark band of
nylon before she closed the door. I got in the back, wondering why my mother
was wearing stockings to the WI.

The Women's Institute met in a low long squat single storey building close to
the centre of town. I was expecting to see a load of old biddies standing
around next to stalls with homemade cakes, pickles and clothes, and that sort
of stuff. No way did I imagine to see a lot of women of various ages standing
around the sides of the hall overlooking a large central area covered with gym
mats. It almost looked like a dojo. This impression was reinforced by the fact
that the women wore stylish form-fitting white satin silk kimono style dresses
that were wrapped around and held in place by a simple white belt. These
glossy garments resembled a sexy gi jacket that would only be any good in the
bedroom. The lengths differed from very short indeed like a micro skirt to
those that came mid-thigh or to the knee. Likewise the women wore a variety of
nylons on their legs, although all were sheer most wore black but some were
tan and others wore close weaved fishnets. All of them wore high heeled shoes,
some with higher heels than others.

The kimono style dresses were very eye catching with high lustre reflecting
the light in a pleasing manner with every movement. Each was tailored to
flatter the figure with a pulled in waist, which in many cases included an
inbuilt corset. This emphasised rounded hips and supported the bust giving the
ladies an impressive hour glass figure with many having a breathtaking
overhang on their chests. There must have been at least thirty women and I
recognised a few, this being a small town. "I'm just going to change. Stay
here with your father and don't get into any mischief" my mother warned then
walked away. No problem, I was enjoying admiring the women's figures in their
sexy silk jackets and nylons which was giving me the horn. "What's going on
dad?" I asked my father. I was surprised to find his face flushed with
downcast eyes. "Er, just watch Glenn. You will find this, er, most
interesting" he replied sheepishly.

Suddenly my eye was caught by the steely gaze of a woman I knew. Miss Primm
and Proper looked like she was in charge. I don't know her real name but
that's what the lads called her because she's got this really snooty look and
looks down at you as if you were beneath her contempt. Probably in her
forties, she has a stern authorative face and wore a lot of makeup. The top of
her long flat cheeks were rouged and quite wide before tapering towards a
narrow pronounced chin. Small slender eyes with cold brown irises glared from
beneath thick eyebrows that formed two straight lines above a patch of dark
blue eyeliner on her eyelids. A dark ring of black mascara added a smouldering
look to her hard eyes. Her nose was wide and sleek ending in a point with
slightly flared nostrils. A pronounced groove between the two vertical ridges
on her upper lip ran down to a small perfectly formed mouth coated with deep
red lipstick. It was fixed in a sexy pout although it was also tight lipped
and disapproving. As usual, her light brown hair was pulled back and tied
behind her head in a bob. A deep fringe of soft straight hair reached her
eyebrows. "There you are Glenn. You are just in time for Mrs. Knight's
demonstration" her voice was hard with a posh edge that never asked you to do
anything but commanded. Like my mother, she was slightly plump and ample
busted. In fact, the woman was the local librarian and well known among the
boys for the old fashioned bullet bras she wore that made her bust stick out
like twin torpedoes which looked like they could take your eye out.

I had only ever seen her dressed conservatively before and so with mounting
excitement, I ran my gaze over her body. The satin kimono dress clung to her
ample plump body reflecting the light with every move, hugging her wide hips
and plunging dramatically over her thrusting breasts. Oh what a pair! My heart
began to race and my face warmed. The edges of silk that wrapped around her
body didn't meet up until somewhere just above her belly button, leaving a
very wide, deep plunging V neckline across which was a cat's cradle of white
laces. This showed off a vast amount of her full rounded breasts right down
the middle and as they curved away from each other before disappearing into
the dress. She was clearly not wearing a bra yet her breasts well very well
toned and firm without the support. The dress was also sleeveless and she wore
long white gloves that stretched over her plump arms to above her elbows.
Below the hem, I was excited to see black stocking tops on the sheer black
nylons that sheathed her thick shapely legs and shoes with what must have been
at least 12 inch heels that made her tower over me. Why is she dressed like
that? She looked more like a domme than a librarian.

She came to a halt right in front of me, staring in my eyes with a disquieting
gaze. "I'm so glad you could make it Glenn" she said coldly. "You will help
Mrs. Knight when she's ready. I will tell you when" she instructed in her
crisp sharp posh voice then turned away and clapped loudly. CLAP CLAP. The
hall fell silent and all eyes turned towards her. "I am pleased to announce
that Mrs. Knight has brought her husband along tonight and will give us a
demonstration in lifting and manipulation of the disabled". WTF is so
important about this crap that I had to miss my Judo practice?

Just then a woman appeared at the other side of the mat pushing a man in a
wheelchair. I recognised him. Frank, he used to be in my Judo club until some
idiot broke his back. He must be 29 or 30; his wife must be about the same age
although her prudish look made her seem much older. The white silk kimono
hugged a very slim body with a pleasing hour glass figure. From fairly wide
shoulders, her torso tapered steeply to a tiny waist then curved out again to
nicely rounded hips. She had a medium sized bust which the tailored dress
thrust out into a very nice steep sloped frontage. Standing around 5 foot 6,
her slim figure made her look taller. Her upper legs were hidden as the dress
came down to her knees but below that she had extremely shapely calves
sheathed in sheer black nylon and emphasised by high heels. Very slim ankles
swelled out into a large curvy semi-peardrop that wobbled nicely as she
walked. They weren't muscular but full of appealing feminine curves.

There was a bed set up in the middle of the room and it was towards this that
she wheeled her husband. She looked very uptight and prudish with very clean
cut lines and the top of her kimono worn high so that only her long swanlike
neck showed. Wavy brown hair was set in an old fashioned hairstyle looking
like something out of the 50's. Cut high upon the forehead, a curl of hair
stylishly tumbled down to her brow on the right from where it pushed back and
curled around the ear. On the left her hair was swept back into fashioned
parting from where it swept elegantly over her ears and curled around the base
of the skull. Most startling of all was a hawkish appearance with straight
eyebrows set very low over wide staring brown eyes which bore a touch of
mascara and eye liner, and a long beak like nose. Her face was small and
square with a smooth complexion, a rounded chin and a wide thin lipped mouth
wearing dark pink lipstick.

Stopping by the bed; the woman went to her husband's side and tucked her
slender arm under his. Wasn't anyone going to help her? He was much more
heavily built than she was; there was no way she had the strength to lift him
from his chair. Then to my surprise she leveraged him to his feet using what
looked at bit like an armbar. She then pressed a small rounded hip against his
side and slipped an arm around his waist while pulling his arm over her
shoulder. A stirring began in my cock as the slender woman gently loaded her
big heavy husband onto her hip as if to throw him then manipulated him easily
onto the bed. "You see how Judo allows a woman to move a much heavy man around
without the need for physical strength and without injuring herself" Miss
Primm and Proper said loudly.

Mrs. Knight walked around to the far side of the bed to allow us a better
view, her satin kimono moving tightly around her thighs. Now that my attention
had been drawn to it, I saw that she was indeed using leverage to position her
husband with his head on the pillow and the thought made me stiff. I like
women who do martial arts; it really turns me on, except there are no decent
looking birds at my Judo club, just a few ugly tomboys. Suddenly her husband
gave a yelp of pain and I was shocked to see that the uptight looking woman
had applied an armbar with the crook of one arm pushing down the shoulder
joint while stressing the lock with his wrist. Her face was calm with a stern
expression as she forced her husband to roll onto his stomach whereupon she
applied a hammerlock, pressing his hand high up his back towards his shoulders
causing him to squeal again. "Of course, he now knows that he is no longer the
head of the house as the woman also uses Judo to obtain his compliance" Miss
Primm and Proper explained while the young square looking woman let her
husband linger in the painful hold. My cock was really growing stiff at this
unexpected display of female dominance.

That posh voice cut in again "Of course, it would be wrong of us continue the
demonstration upon a disabled man. Glenn, go and help Mrs. Knight". If they
wanted a demonstration of Judo, I'd be more than happy. I was much taller and
heavier than that strait laced woman and I would enjoy getting my hands on
that slim hour-glass figure. As I walked across the mat, she came around the
bed to meet me. To my surprise, she stared at me with a hawkish hungry
expression which disturbed me. Her eyes were so wide that the whites were
visible as she stared at me eagerly from under very low arched eyebrows.
Beneath her prominent beak of a nose, her mouth spread wide into chilling
smile emphasising her high cheek bone and pointed chin making her look
predatory almost feral. "Hello Glenn, remember me?" she asked in a soft
elegant voice that spoke of a privileged middle class education. "You used to
bully my kid brother Joey. Now it's my turn to bully you".

Without warning, her hand flew out and grabbed my arm then turned quickly
pulling it over her shoulder. Her small backside bumped into my groin and bent
forward then a fraction of a second of dizziness as she whipped me over her
shoulder in a devastatingly fast Seoi-nage. KERSLAM! In the blink of an eye,
my back hit the mat. WTF she threw me! No sooner had I thought that than her
small fist punched my throat. THOCK! Kkkkchh! I began coughing violently. "See
how easy it is for a woman to quickly incapacitate a much larger male" Miss P
& P's voice boomed around the hall as I curled on the mat in a coughing fit.
"Even if he is a black belt; Show him your belt, Rosy" There was female
laughter all around me. Still coughing, I looked up to see Mrs. Knight lifting
up the white silk belt that tied her kimono.

Her hawkish gaze disturbed me; she was twitching with excitement and eager for
more. "Come on Glenn. You can do better than that. Oh I do hope you can do
better than that" she was panting with eagerness, her eyes so wide that it was
kind of scary. She wanted it, well oh boy was I going to give it to her, no
stuck up bitch makes a monkey out of Judo Boy. Shaking off the coughing, I got
to my feet to teach her a lesson but was shocked to find her crouched in a
wrestling stance, her arms open ready to grapple and her legs wide apart. The
satin dress stretched tight between her legs, riding up giving a view of sexy
stocking clad thighs. "Yes, more" she gasped highly excited, the whites of her
eyes showing. But I wasn't going to let that distract me, I went straight at
her and before she could a hold on me, I fell back and threw her across the
mat in a perfect Tomoe nage or stomach throw.

I got up quickly and turned around planning to punish her with an armbar.
However, I was shocked to find her throwing herself forward from her back onto
her feet in a stunning display of dexterity. Landing in a very unladylike
crouch, her legs were so wide apart that her kimono rose up her slender thighs
to reveal thick black stocking tops and suspenders. The sight was incredibly
sexy and stimulating but a shiver went down my spine as she eyed me up like
the bird of prey she resembled. Her nicely outthrust chest rises and falls
quickly and her eyes are completely wild eyed with rabid excitement. Her body
is waving back and forth, tensing like a spring in barely suppressed
anticipation. Jeese, the strait laced woman had become some a wild creature. I
actually felt apprehensive as she stomped one pace forward in that wide leggy
crouch like a Sumo wrestler. She is so hyped up that she can only utter one
word; One word that chills me to the bone. "Hungry!" she gasps in a voice
thick with excitement.

She took another stomping step towards me, with those crazy wide eyes staring
at me hungrily. Her crazed eagerness freaks me and puts me off my stride.
"Watch how Rosy defends herself from a big bad male wolf" Miss P & P
announced. Bugger that, I wasn't going to let her get the chance. The crazy
eyed woman lurched for me with her hands spread wide. Expecting her to try to
go for an easy throw, I made a grab for her right arm to do it to her before
she did it to me. However she seized my wrist with her other hand, turned her
back into me while hooking her arm over my elbow and applied pressure to my
wrist. Ouch stupid! I never expected her to do that. "Look at how easily she
outwits the big dumb male" Miss P & P raised a chuckle of female laughter.
Ouch I'll show her, the sour faced bitch. I went to kick the back of Mrs.
Knight's legs from under her but with a speed I didn't expect; she sidestepped
quickly and whipped my arm straight then twisted my wrist forcing me to bend
at the knees. "Look how effortlessly she brings the big lug down to her level"
shut up you irritating bitch! The satin hem of Mrs. Knight's dress kicked up
with a blur of sexy black nylon. BLAM! The toe of her shoe hammers me right on
the jaw. I stagger back with a room full of applause ringing in my ears.

"See how his machismo won't let him admit defeat at the hands of a mere woman"
Miss P & P was really getting on my nerves now. I'll go for a Ouchi gari, a
leg reap to get her to the ground but one look at the woman froze me in my
tracks. With the whites of her eyes showing, she looked hyper. Her body was
twitching like she was dosed up on caffeine and swaying back and forth eager
to get to grips with me. The uptight looking woman opened her mouth and licked
her lips greedily. "Garrr!" her shout took me by surprise and suddenly the
hawkish woman was upon me. "Hai! Hai! Hai! Hai!" high piercing screams made my
crotch lurch as her slender hand rocked my neck with a series of chops,
slashing each side alternately. "Hai! Hai!" she was fast, her eyes wide and
breathing fast and heavy as though sexually stimulated. "Hai!" baring her
teeth in wide crazed grin the side of her hand slashed down hard against my
carotid artery. Everything went dizzy and I felt faint and nauseous.

"Huh huh huh" I looked up at the sound of heavy panting and froze. The
seemingly prudish woman hawk-like face glared at me ferociously as if I were
her prey, licking her lips and panting heavily with heightening arousal again.
Grinning inanely she raised her open palm. That totally freaked me and I
lashed out but her hand chopped my wrist then seized it. "Hai!" the side of
her hand chopped hard against my neck and the next second I found myself on
the mat not remembering how I got there. A pair of big meaty shapely calves in
sheer black nylon stands before me. "A woman has a natural capacity for
mastering the martial arts. She is more flexible, more intelligent, more
calculating and has greater stamina" that irritating voice lectured.

Bull! I wasn't taking any of that feminist clap-trap and I wasn't going to let
myself get beaten up by a female again, especially one who looked like a
snobby bureaucrat, a tax collector, school inspector or something. She was
waiting for me, her torso swaying back and forth with uncontrolled excitement
rolling up her sleeves to her elbows and spread her legs wide stretching the
satin dress between her legs with her arms wide ready for combat. Her mouth
broke into a predatory smile. "Yes, more!" she gasped, panting lustfully,
spoiling for a fight. Strangely this combined with the moves she had so far
demonstrated turned me on and I mirrored her stance ready to take her on. "See
how he refuses to admit that he is beaten. Which is why a woman must always
put a man down hard" that irritating voice lectured. I rushed her, hoping to
take her down quickly but found myself entangled with her arms. My greater
height and strength soon overpowered her but she remained ecstatic and hyper.
I slipped an arm around her back to perform an O Goshi, a hip throw. BLAM!
Pain exploded in my gut driving the breath out of my lungs as her knee slammed
hard into my stomach. "Yes!" she gasped with glee. BAM! A small hard fist
hammered right on top of my winded gut. "Yes!" she cried with mounting
passion. BAM! Ohhhhh a solid punch to my ruined gut. "YES!" she screams in
near orgasm. BLAM! Orghhhh. Her fist drives deep with no resistance from my
weakened gut.

"Observe how helpless he is against her defence" that irritating snobby voice
states the obvious. Arghhh I can't breathe, my diaphragm has been flattened
under the barrage of blows. I am too badly winded and can only watch
helplessly as she grabs my wrist and slides an arm around my back, pulling me
close against the sexy silky kimono dress. Her low lying eyebrows arch with a
satisfied smile upon her face as her hawkish eyes and nose stare at me. She
looks quite smug and superior and her sexy dominance turns me on. "You lose, I
claim my prey!" she whispers in my ear then I'm stunned as her warm wet tongue
licks hungrily around my ear, the sensations causing my dick to rise rapidly.
That feels so good even though I couldn't express it because my diaphragm was
barely working; I close my eyes in pleasure. I feel her turn her waist,
pressing it against me. It was such an intimate sensual feeling that before I
realised it she had leant forward and used her hip as a pivot point to lift my
feet from the floor. My body swung over her hip as she leant further forward
to send me head over heels towards the mat in an O Goshi. KERSLAM! My back
slammed into the mat at her feet.

"Sssss!" I hissed as the fall knocked what little air I had managed to suck
in, back out again. Mrs. Knight had retained my arm during the throw and now
pulled it vertically straight and was pressing her knee against the elbow.
"Ssss!" Ouch! She was bending my arm back forcing me back to my feet. "Look at
how easily she degrades and puts the much bigger male in his place" the
irritating posh voice pointed out. My severe cramped gut made me feel so weak
and helpless that I couldn't stop the uptight looking woman in the form
fitting satin kimono dress seizing my wrist with both hands with a wicked
smile on her lips. "Argh!" I gasped looking down at her large shapely nylon
sheathed calves as she pulled my arm straight across the front of her hour
glass figure. "Argh!" Jeese no, she twisted my wrist forcing me to bend then
turned away from me using the side of her waist to stress the lock while
locking my upper arm by wrapping an arm over it then seizing my wrist. "Argh!"
Jeese! She applied a painful wristlock then raised my hand while holding my
upper arm tight against the side of her body forcing me to bend further
forward. "Arghhh!" she forced my arm almost vertical forcing me to my knees.
"Crawl, worm!" the wild eyed woman instructed with a manic grin. "Argh!" I had
no choice; my arm was on the point of breaking. My face went red with
embarrassment as a room full of women laughed at my impotence, but no men
joined in. The way that she was dominating me was somehow exciting and I found
my dick stiffening.

Suddenly the feral prudish looking woman twisted the armbar forcing me onto my
heels and bent my arm behind my back and pressed it right up between the
shoulder blades. Maintaining the hammerlock, Mrs. Knight's arm hand snuck
around my waist and made me gasp in shock as it slipped down the front of my
trousers. "See how males are easily aroused by a woman's dominance, so she
must assert her authority in that department as well" that voice was grating
on my nerves, I'd like to put that bitch in her place Orrr! However, she was
right about one thing, I had an absolute boner for the wide eyed hawk faced
woman and her hand was pumping it up even harder. Orrr! She was good. With my
hand locked behind my back, her scary hawkish face peered close to my shoulder
with a wicked predatory smile. "That's it you big bully. Mess your pants in
front of all these people. That will teach you for bullying little children"
she whispered in my ear then stuck her tongue in it again. "Orrrrrrr!" the
tactile slobbering of my ear and her pumping hand was too much. Argh! With one
arm pressed high up my back, she was wanking me off while driving me crazy
with her tongue working my ear. Ohhhh! I moaned, the woman was too good, she
showed no mercy as she pumped my dick abusing me in front of everyone
including my parents. Oh God! Mum and Dad were watching, well actually Dad
wasn't watching he was looking down at the floor with a look of
disappointment. No, I couldn't, my parents were watching but the hawk faced
woman was too good with her hand and tongue and I quickly reached bursting
point. "Nnnn nnnn nnnn nnnnnnahh!" I moaned with a mix of ecstasy and
humiliation as I creamed my pants.

Feeling weak and drained in post-orgasmic haze, I could only watch feeling
utterly humiliated as Mrs. Knight withdrew her hand and rubbed a big sticky
white glob in my face, raising another chorus of laughter. Then she released
my arm and got up leaving me kneeling on the floor with shame burning my face
as I watched her big shapely calves walk towards the bed. At that moment, I
wanted to be anyplace but here. "Let's leave Mrs. Knight to see to her husband
and move onto our next demonstration" that irritating voice sang out.
Shamefaced I got to my feet, my eyes looking for signs of a toilet door but I
could see none. A creaking springy noise made my eyes dart back to the bed.
What I saw made me gobsmacked. I had expected Mrs. Knight to be helping her
husband back into his wheelchair, but instead she was on the bed sitting high
on his chest pinning his shoulders with her slender nylon clad legs that held
his head firm on either side. The hem of her silk dress had slid back to
reveal stocking tops. I couldn't help staring at the sexy sight. "Did you
enjoy that Frank? Did you enjoy watching me dominate a young man? I think you
did" she asked the face wedged between her sleek nylon clad thighs. The erect
tent in the front of his trousers confirmed her claim. "Mmmmm!" his protests
were smothered out as she slid her crotch forward onto his face. The hem slid
further back revealing suspender belts and, Gulp! She wasn't wearing knickers!
A hairy pussy pressed on her husband's nose and covered his mouth. "Any
complaints now Frank?" she asked, her wide eyes staring down at her trapped
spouse along her beakish nose. "Mmmm!" "I take that as a no" she said. She
slid back slightly uncovering his mouth. "Now Frank, you will show me your
appreciation" she ordered. Despite feeling like a peeping tom, I continued to
watch with morbid fascination. "No Rosy, not like that. It's dirty!" he
gasped, his face showed revulsion.

The dominant hawk faced woman wasn't going to take that for an answer. She
lifted his head and tucked her meaty right calve beneath it. Then she moved
her left leg to force out his arm before returning her knee to the side of his
head. Argh!" he cried as she applied a vertical arm bar and stressed it. At
the same time his throat was pulled against the underside of her upper leg.
"You will obey me Frank, or I will break your arm" she told him coldly.
"Argkkk Nnn nno Rosy!" he cried in pain but his cries were cut off as she slid
her pussy over his mouth while maintaining the armbar. That must be hurting
like hell; she was bending the base of his locked arm against her waist as she
sat on his face. "Mmmm! Mmmm!" his muffled shrieks were alarming. "Now show
your appreciation Frank. I won't ask again" she commanded in a stern voice. He
had no choice; he must know that she could break his arm in that position or
strangle him against her leg. "Oh that's right dear" she moaned softly and
closed her eyes. I knew that he was doing as he was told and that began to
stoke my fire again. "Mmmm yes" she moaned, her body giving little riding
movements as she forced her husband to service her while his own erection was
throbbing in his trousers. God she seemed so hyper and horny and excitingly
dominant. I was glued like a voyeur. Suddenly her eyes flew open and she
looked right at me while her body moves sinuously in rhythm with her husband's
devotions. Her smile widens into a predatory grin. "It's alright Glenn. You
can watch then it can be your turn" she says with hungry eyes "I've plenty
more for you" she said. Somehow that scared the crap out of me and walked away
with the sound of her mocking chuckles burning my ears.

**Part 2: Matron Crawford**

"Glenn!" Mum's voice attracted my attention. Worryingly she has changed into
one of those white silk kimono dresses that shimmer with every move. Coming
down to about mid-thigh, a good deal more of her thick shapely legs, sheathed
in sheer tan stockings, are on show than a mum ought to. "I..I er need the
bathroom" I explained as I reached her. "No Glenn, I told you to stay out of
trouble. Now you will just have to live with your shame until we go home" her
soft voice had a stern edge. "Now come here and watch" she told me. "Er..Isn't
that a bit short for you?" I asked with trepidation not sure of how she would
react. Luckily she didn't seem to take offense. "What this? Don't you think
I've got rather good legs for my age?" she said brightly with a smile and with
that she lifted up the hem to show her stocking tops. Oh God! I couldn't stop
looking. I was staring at my mum's legs and thinking how great they were. I
noticed dad was looking too. "Yes, I thought so too" she said with a chuckle
lowering the hem and turning around to watch something. The high heels made
sexy diamond shapes stand out on mum's large shapely calves and I mentally
kicked myself for perving on my mum.

Miss Primm and Proper addressed the watching women, her tailored white satin
dress pinched her plump waist emphasising her ample bust "In the dojo you will
only wear a short white satin kimono with stockings, suspenders and high
heels. Nothing else" she said with her gaze travelling across the crowd then
lingering on me as she added "A bra for the more endowed lady if you must".
Trigged by her words, my eyes went straight for her splendid cleavage. A
satisfied pout appeared on her lips and her stern gaze moved on. "No knickers.
You must be ready to dominate men sexually at all times. To remind them who is
boss not just in combat but also in the bedroom". I must have misheard
because, phroar! I couldn't keep my eyes off those big full boobs visible
through the laced front of her satin outfit. The stuck up cow had a great pair
on her, I'd give her that. "Outside you should wear skirts or dresses, never
slacks or leggings" she told them. I fully agreed with that. "Stockings,
suspenders and high heels but no panties; You must remain feminine and elegant
at all times, ready to assert your dominance on any man or boy at any time in
any place" she looked and sounded really snooty but I couldn't believe the
words coming from her tiny pouting mouth. "He may be the man who doesn't give
up his seat for you on the crowded train. He may be the boy with his
headphones on too loud. You must be prepared at all times to impose your will
and ridicule their sexual capabilities and miniscule fighting skills".

WTF feminist claptrap was this? I thought this was the WI? She was looking at
me again with her pinched expression, as if daring me to laugh or make some
remark. I felt my dick reawaken under her wilting gaze and tried not to look
at her boobs. Finally she turned towards the mat, giving me a view of those
laced up big bouncers from the side. I spotted a fine silver necklace with a
circular pendant of some busty Indian bird dancing with loads of arms and
legs, nestling in her deep cleavage. "Matron Crawford will now demonstrate,
with the help of her sons and husband, how being 58 is no impediment when
maintaining disciple with patients and staff at the local hospital" she
announced.

From a room at the far end of the hall emerge four men wearing full karate gi
with high grade black belts. All are well over 6', muscular built and mean
looking with shaven skinhead cuts. Three of them look like they are in their
late 30's and the more weather beaten crinkly one obviously the father. I
recognise one of the sons as Steve whose face was in the local papers as a
right viscous bastard who should have went to prison but somehow got off
scot-free. He had the highest belt ranking and I was disgusted somebody had
taught a thug like that Karate. The men formed 2 lines looking distinctly
uncomfortable. A slim woman who looks about 5'4" tall walks down their middle
towards where we are standing. The first thing that catches my attention is
her figure which is very slim although not a pronounced hour glass as Mrs.
Knight, yet pleasing on the eye. It tapers slightly from square shoulders to
her waist then curves out to nice rounded hips. Her stomach looks flat and
firm, though bust is disappointingly small. Her silk kimono is so short that
it is barely covers his crotch and is cut high upon her hips exposing her best
asset which is absolutely sensational legs. Although slender the way the
muscles under her skin move as she walks suggests latent strength like dancer.
Sheathed in sheer black nylon stockings with stocking tops high up upon the
leg with black suspenders, they really are very sexy for someone her age. As
she walks, her smooth legs swell with strong outer and inner thigh muscles and
strong toned calves bringing back memories of my defeat with that young
gymnast.

Despite a hot body her face is startling. Although not outright ugly, neither
did I find her attractive and thought her face mannish. It looked quite big
compared with her slim body and was rather long with a high forehead and a
prominent chin. Her eyes were long narrow blue eyes made feminine with thick
eyelashes and mascara but above this sat very thick black eyebrows which I
thought repulsive. A long broad nose sits between those eyes and leads to a
wide mouth with thick lips covered in a smear of red lipstick. She showed her
age too with deep crease lines curving from the sides of her lower nose around
the corners of her mouth highlighting her broad flat cheeks and wrinkles
lining her high forehead. Thick wavy hair, dyed red, swept back from her
forehead into a high wave on top of her head and continued down to her small
ears.

"I have worked for the National Health Service for over 40 years and for many
of them as Matron" her voice was loud, strident and stern with a slight rasp.
Being surrounded by a bunch of toughs in full gi didn't seem to bother her.
"Frankly I am fed up with the namby-pamby liberal attitudes of interfering
politicians and businessmen sticking their politically correct opinions where
they are not welcome" She stood ramrod straight with her hands on hips with
her head slowly turning to make eye contact with each and every one of her
audience. "Patients and staff alike should be dealt with a strong hand and
discipline" she said. "Bert" she said quietly and her husband stepped towards
her. His wife stood absolutely still as he came up behind her then struck like
a viper. In the blink of an eye, she had seized his hand and twisted his arm
under her armpit while applying a double wrist lock. "Ouch!" Bert cried as his
wife leant back bending his arm the wrong way against her side and forcing him
to his knees. It was quite exciting watching a small woman overpowering a much
bigger man, although it uncomfortably reminded me of how Mrs. Knight
overpowered me. "Ouch!" her face remained stony as she let her husband, who
was a mean looking bastard, suffer in humiliation in front of all these women.
"That is how easy it is to subdue an unruly patient who won't take his
medicine" she explained while Bert grimaced in pain.

Releasing her husband, she addressed the women while Bert returned to his
place in line. "On the ward, Matron rules supreme. She is Queen; the
absolutely authority. Nowadays youngsters seem to think they have freedom of
speech to question my will. This is how I assert my authority" She explained.
"Simon" she said quietly nodding to one of her sons. Simon stepped forward,
looking mean, and for a moment they faced each other off holding each other's
sleeves. The lean muscles of her thighs flexed and waned as she opposed him.
Suddenly she spun around and whipped him over her hip in a devastatingly fast
O Goshi. WHAM! His big heavy body slammed loudly against the mat. That was
beautifully executed, she was good. His mum gave a throaty chuckle "That's how
to put your staff in their rightful place". Simon got to his feet looking
slightly flushed and looking down at the floor and returned to the line.

"Some men hide behind knives, but they are fools if they think that will get
the better of Matron" her strident voice said. She nodded to another son
"Paul". Another tough stepped forward and pulled out a thick stick that had
been tucked into his belt. He came at her with his arm raised, plunging the
stick downwards like a dagger. Showing no emotion and reacting fast, the slim
mature woman crossed her arms vertically stopping the weapon before it struck.
Quickly, one hand seized his wrist as she wrapped up his upper arm with her
own. Pushing forwards towards his side, her rounded hip pressed against his
buttock as nylon clad leg hooked around his near leg from behind. Her outer
thigh bulged with strength as it swept his leg forwards while she bent
forwards. In the blink of an eye, he was riding backwards over his mother's
hip as she threw him. WHAM! His back slammed into the mat at her feet. I was
impressed by how she controlled his fall, turning so that his body described a
high arc causing my groin to tighten.

"As Matron you have to deal with yobs trying to steal drugs. But a single
woman is more than capable of totally dominating several men at once with the
training we give you" the scary looking old woman told the watching women. All
four men stepped towards her and she turned to face them, looking stony calm.
Simon came at her with a punch. "Hai!" his fist was a blur but she was
incredibly fast nimbly twisting out of the way. As his fist shot past, she
turned her back on her son, seized his forearm and pulled it over her shoulder
giving it a twist then savagely pulling down. "Argh!" he cried as his mother
bent his arm the wrong way. Shoving her nice small backside into his groin,
she quickly leant forward. KERSLAM! The next instant his back was hitting the
mat as she whipped him over her shoulder while retaining his arm. Wow! The old
woman was good and so fast. Her body was so slim and the way she moved so
supple that it was easy to mistake it for that of a young woman. If only her
scary face didn't betray her age. Applying a wristlock she pulled his arm
vertical then placed a foot on her son's mouth and ground it with a stern look
of superiority. That act of domination by a mother over her son had reawakened
my ardour.

Paul like what she was doing to his brother and rushed at her rather than
waiting his turn. He was almost upon her when, to my excitement, the old woman
fell back lifting her son up in the air on the end of a gorgeous nylon clad
leg which was painfully positioned in his groin. Ooh I winced at the thought
as her hefty son flew head over heels over his mother's lithe body. So rapid
was her throw that he landed on his back several feet away. Wow! What an
amazing Tomoe Nage! The stiffness was spreading to my dick. Just as Mrs.
Knight had done, the scary faced woman bent her legs, placed her feet on the
floor then pressed herself back onto her shoulders before throwing herself
forwards to her feet. My dick hardened fast at that awesome display of
flexibility; wow I bet she was great in bed.

No sooner was she on her feet than her husband was upon her trying to hook his
leg around hers to set her up for a sweeping throw. But instead of his wife
being slammed to the mat, she countered by hooking her own leg around his and
raising it forward off the floor while leaning forward. KERSLAM! He went over
backwards. This amazing old woman with the scary face and firm slim body was
throwing her sons and husband around like confetti. "Ouch!" Bert squealed as
his wife went down on one knee close to his shoulder, tucked his forearm
beneath her arm then applied an armlock stressing his elbow. "Arghh! No Jo No
Argh!" he cried as she brutally punished his arm.

Steve rushed his mother, looking angry, his hands raised open palmed. She
whirled to face him and I was excited to see her adopt a fight stance. Surely
she didn't know Karate as well? "Hai!" they both yelled in unison. He was fast
but his scary mother was faster. Barely had he raised his leg when there was a
blur of shear black nylon and the sole of her shoe smashed her son right in
the mouth. BLAM! Wow what speed and what flexibility for her age. Her kimono
shimmered as she folded back her foot with the knee still raised level with
her small bust. The grimace on her son's face showed that the kick had been
real and had really hurt yet her face was stony hard. "Hai!" she shouted and
the next second her shoe snapped right back into his mouth. Showing no concern
for the damage she was inflicting upon her own son, the strict fierce looking
old woman lowered her foot to the mat and adopted a wide legged fighting
stance with her hands raised. Steve clutched his mouth and wiped away a
trickle of blood with a look of pure malice.

But the attack came from another direction. Bert came in fast from the side
and was almost upon his wife when she turned at the last second, grabbed his
gi jacket and instantly dropped to the floor. Rolling on her back in a
lighting fast double legged stomach throw, her husband was hurled high into
the air and sent clean across the mat. "Hai!" Steve's foot struck the mat hard
barely missing his mother who had rapidly rolled aside. The stern frightening
looking woman quickly flipped to her feet to face her son. "Hai!" Steve
snapped a lightning fast kick at his mother but she was amazingly quick and
his rising foot collided with her raised shin. Her knee had shot up as high as
her chest so fast that it was just a blur. "Hai!" her raised leg snapped
straight blasting the sole of her shoe into her son's face. BLAM! Wow! Her
sleekly defined calves wobbled on impact with his face. They were really going
for it, hammer and tongs. "Hai!" "Hai!" their shouts came one after the other
as both snapped high side kicks towards each other. BLAM! The long slender leg
of the stony faced woman out reached her son and hammered the toe of her shoe
against his cheek. The hem of her ultra short kimono had risen to show off a
fantastic sexy bare backside as it had rotated to deliver the kick. Steve
clutched the side of his face wincing in pain as his mother's foot returned to
the floor. Still she showed no emotion, like her face was set in concrete. She
adopted wide legged fighting stance with her open hands ready for more action.
God she was amazing, such dominant power, she had my pecker up.

The other brothers came to Steve's aid closing in on their mother from either
side. My dick grew with anticipation as she stood prepared for combat with a
chilly emotionless face. Her form fitting satin kimono jacket shimmered in the
light as did the sheen of the stockings covering her sexy slender but strong
legs. The old woman moved so deadly fast that it caught both of them
unprepared. "Hai!" "Hai!" her leg flashed catching Paul on the side of his
neck then spun and hammered hard across Simon's gut. THUD! WHUMP! Paul looked
dazed while Simon began to crumple forwards. "Hai! Hai!" a blaze of black
nylon and shimmering satin marked the path of her lightning fast leg as it
shot up vertically in an axekick then dropped down upon the back of her son's
neck like a guillotine. Pounded to his knees, his mother followed up with a
brutal stomp to the side of his neck that sent him sprawling to the mat. My
cock was absolutely rigid; the stony faced old woman was tearing them apart.

These were tough brawlers used to a fight and sporting a bloody mouth, Steve
shoved aside his brothers and father in his rage to get to his mother. "Yah!"
he yelled pumping his large fists in a barrage of punches and kicks but none
made contact as the chilly woman blocked them all. Suddenly she made her move.
As he drove a fast punch towards her face, instead of blocking she moved like
a sleek satin clad panther, nimbly ducking to the side catching his wrist and
slammed her palm against his elbow. "Hai!" She cried. "Arghh!" he screamed in
terrible pain. Jeese she could have broken it! How could a mother do that to
her own son? "Argh!" he screamed again as she whipped the damaged arm into a
hammer lock behind his back then stomped the back of his right knee. Have
driven her son to his knees before her but facing away, the scary woman pulled
his poor arm between her strong sexy stocking clad legs. Reaching behind her
small backside she seized the wrist while at the front she held his upper arm.
Suddenly her outer thighs swelled with power, her stockings stretching over
the smooth rocky shapes as she scissored against his elbow joint. "Arghh!
Arghh! No!" he cried. God she was so cold blooded and ruthless torturing her
son's damaged arm with her strong legs. Her legs weren't as muscular as that
gymnast's but they looked strong enough to make me feel uncomfortable. She
only stopped when her husband and the remaining two sons came at her at once.
Steve fell to the mat clutching his elbow, grimacing in agony with a red face.

With mounting tension I watched as three gi clad black belts moved in on the
stone calm woman from all sides. Suddenly she was a whirlwind of action amidst
a frantic frenzy of high speed punches and kicks which she blocked with
seeming ease. Striking suddenly like a cobra, her hand snapped out and seized
her husband's wrist in a lock forcing him to bend while her foot blasted
sideways deep into Simon's gut. "Hai!" "Borph!" he spilt his breath
explosively and doubled over. "Hai!" a spinning kick sent her stocking clad
legs head height hammering Paul's jaw. With her armlock still forcing Bert to
bend forwards, she flipped her body forwards, bending double at the waist
while her leg snapped backwards blasting her husband's face. "Hai!" BLAM! His
head whipped back, his face bloodied. "Hai!" springing upright, the fierce
woman drove a back kick deep into his gut. "Orpph!" he lost his breath and
crumpled. On his feet again and with a visibly damaged arm, Steve shot a kick
towards his mother but she was too fast, too unstoppable. "Hai! Hai!" a black
stocking clad leg shot up sideswiping his kick followed by a devastatingly
fast axekick that snapped her son's head back in a spray of blood while the
top of her thigh bounced of her small chest as she did the vertical splits.
The leggy tornado tore her way through 4 black belts. "Hai!" She leapt into
the air and fired a powerful kick that nearly ripped Simon's head off and sent
him sprawling to the mat. "Hai! Hai!" a satin clad whirlwind of destruction
pushed through Paul's defences to chop his groin and throat in rapid
succession, dropping him to the floor. Bert tried to get up, but his deadly
wife quickly crouched low in a spinning kick that scythed both legs from under
him. As he landed on his backside, she grabbed both hands and pulled his arms
straight then bent double hammering a brutal back kick into his throat. Her
husband collapsed in a horrible coughing fit.

Simon was on his knees trying to get up. With a strange look of cold
excitement his mother took a long stride across the mat towards him, her
sheathed leg kicking through. "Hai!" THOWK! She kicked him so hard in the head
that his body flew backwards several feet then lay still.

Within probably 20 seconds, the old woman had completely battered and floored
4 high ranking black belts. My dick was throbbing so hard that I began rubbing
the front of my trousers. "Oorrr!" I gasped as my mother's elbow hammered me
in the side of my ribs. "Stop it!" she hissed.

A terribly battered Steve rose from the mat, his face red with anger and his
lips snarling. "Hai! Hai! Hai!" with a series of desperate shouts, he came at
his mother in a flurry of kicks that drove her back defensively up against the
bed in the middle of the floor. Thinking he had her cornered, he came at her
with an evil smirk. "Hai!" BLAM! Her leg flashed up in the narrow space
between their bodies, the sole of her shoe punching his jaw solidly. "Hai!"
within a second her foot had bent back at the knee then snapped out towards
his jaw. The big thug managed to catch her foot and tried to hold on as she
tried to wriggle it free. The nylon sheen on her firm calve muscles as they
flexed into prominent hard diamonds as she tried to free her foot was sexy.
Suddenly it broke from his grip and immediately fired back, the sole striking
the base of his throat. BAM! Steve broke into a coughing fit but his stern
faced mother showed no mercy. "Hai!" a sexy stocking clad leg kicked high
clubbing his son across his chest like a crowbar. BLAM! The sound it made was
so loud there was no doubt about the power of her kick and little surprise
that the big man dropped to his knees. His mother stood over him in a fight
stance with an impassionate expression while he coughed and groaned. The
shimmering lustre of her short satin kimono just emphasised her femininity.

The guy just didn't know when to give up and shakily pulled himself to his
feet even though one arm hung useless at his side and he looked totally beat.
Shockingly Steve pulled a knife from his sleeve. "Hai!" the short slim woman
struck like a viper, the edge of her hand striking the side of his neck.
"Argh!" he cried. "Hai!" the very next second she chopped in the same place.
"Argh!" the knife fell from his hand, his eyes rolled up and he flopped to the
mat. The scary mannish faced old woman was the picture of female dominance as
she posed over her fallen son with her open hands raised ready for action and
her strong sexy sheathed legs askance. I was rubbing the front of my trousers
before I realised it. "Borrph!" I gasped as my mother's sharp elbow drove back
into my gut. "I told you to stop that!" she hissed with her face looking back
over her shoulder. Jeese, I never expected that. I tried to ignore my aching
manhood and watched to see what would happen next.

Her husband and the other two sons came at her punching and kicking. Again she
calmly blocked all of their blows then suddenly stepped close to her husband,
slipped an arm around his waist, turned and flipped him over her hip. Simon
and Paul managed to land a few blows on their mother but Matron Crawford was
tireless in dominating her men folk. "Hai!" a blur of black nylon and her shin
clubbed against Simon's neck, the kick lifted the back of her satin kimono
revealing a bare and beautiful small backside. "Hai!" a spinning kick took
Paul in the side of the cheek. "Hai!" she followed up with a ruthless high
side kick to her son's throat sending him coughing and spluttering to the mat.
Spinning back to Simon, She jumped into the air and kicked Simon straight in
the face causing him to stumble and fall to his knees. "Hai!" her slinky
stocking clad leg kicked again, a brutal front kick that caught him under the
jaw and whipped his head back so fast that his body crashed backwards into the
mat and lay motionless.

Surprisingly Steve had recovered and looking completely crazed attacked his
mother once more, no doubt unable to accept that he was being beaten by his
own mum. There was a flurry of punches and kicks; Steve was looking frantic as
each blow was successfully blocked by his stony faced mother. She just stood
there calmly blocking each of her son's blows. When she made her move, it came
fast and hard. "Hai!" a sexy leg shot forwards striking her son right on the
heart. THUD! "Orgh!". "Hai!" She pivoted on one heel and blasted a side kick
against the top of his chest. "Hai!" her loud shouts echoed around the hall as
she leapt up and smashed his face with a brutal high kick. My God! Her kicks
really rocked his body hard; the tough looked like he could hardly stand.
"Hai!" the scary old woman's sexy slender leg was as blur as it hammered into
the side of his face, causing his knees to wobble unsteadily. This high
ranking karate expert was being totally thrashed by his own mother.

"Hai!" BLAM! She was as quick as lightning, he never had a chance, the top of
her shoe hammered into the side of his neck and he went down. Steve was on his
knees, panting, looking up at his mother with a strange expression that I
couldn't make out was loathing or awe. The old woman didn't say a word or show
any sign of emption on her severe face. She stood in front of him, the
shimmery kimono jacket hugging her slender body, cut high to show off her hot
legs all the way from suspender belts to her feet. The diamond shaped slabs in
her calves bulged as she swung a leg forwards. BLAM! Straight in the face, the
force of the blow hurled him to one side.

"Discipline must be enforced at all times" the ruthless Matron addressed the
watching woman in her strident voice. Steve slowly forced himself to his
knees, a grim look of determination on his bloodied and battered face.
Suddenly the knife was back in his hand. He was tough but his mother was
tougher. As he lunged unsteadily from his kneeling position, she skipped out
of the way and the side of her hand slashed his neck. "Hai!" she shouted so
loud it made me jump. The knife fell to the mat as the thug faced the floor
with screwed up eyes and his bloody mouth hanging open. Looking like a
vanishing Amazon, his brutal mother came up behind him and raised both hands
formed like knives. "Hai!" her loud shout made me jump again as her hands
slashed down either side of his head and chopped him hard on both sides of his
neck.

Her husband scrambled across the mat on hands and knees and tried to revive
Steve. The hard faced woman stood on the mat seemingly oblivious to four big
male black belts on the floor around her clearly unable or unwilling to carry.
She was magnificent, so utterly dominant in her martial arts skills and her
legs so hot in those nylons. "Finally, males must be trained to show proper
respect" she said. Placing her hands upon her hips she glared down at the
beaten Karate experts at her feet with a hard stern look of superiority. To my
amazement, her husband and sons crowded around her feet, reaching up to feel
her stocking clad thighs that seemed to swell with strength and feeling her
calves. The stony faced victor basked in the adoration. The men worshipped her
legs with increasing passion and in horror I saw them whip out fully erect
dicks from their gi pants and begin wanking themselves off with one hand while
feeling her legs with the other. Oh my God! That was so revolting but I
couldn't stop watching as they worked themselves into frenzy. She is so
magnificent and I was so aroused that I wanted to do that as well and started
rubbing the bulge in the front of my trousers.

Suddenly mum is in my face, her green eyes staring into mine along her sleek
prominent nose. Her plump figure looks full and shapely in the satin kimono. I
gasped as I felt her knee press between my legs. Her mouth smiled wide with a
twinkle in her eyes as she pressed her wide knee firmly against my balls.
"Mum!" I gasped in shock. Looking down at the top of her thigh sticking out
from between my legs, the sheen of her tan stockings is entrancing. Her hem
slides back to reveal dark brown stocking tops and a suspender belt running
over her plump creamy skin. Her smile widens pushing up her cheeks as the knee
lifts higher forcing me onto my toes. "I told you to stop that, didn't I?" she
hissed. "P-people are looking" I whispered. The smile didn't drop and her eyes
hardened. "Let them. I'll give them a demonstration of punishing a disobedient
son who masturbates in public" she whispered back. WTF? Mum hadn't spoken to
me like that since I was a little boy.

Orrr! The feel of mum's firm knee against my balls and the top of her meaty
thigh pressing against my erection only made matters worse. I could just
imagine my dick rubbing over those sheer nylons. Oh crap! I was so worked up
that my mum's leg was driving me wild. I tried to slide my dick against it in
small movements hoping she wouldn't notice, but mums know everything. Her knee
jerked upwards pressing harder against my balls. "What are you doing? Stop
that!" She hissed. The top of her kimono had fallen loose showing a vast
expanse of the top of her huge full breasts. Orrrr! Her big boobs made me even
hornier. "Were you trying to shag my leg like a horny dog?" she asked harshly.
Before I could reply her knee lifted even higher so that I could now barely
totter about on the tip of my toes. "Mum please" I begged, people were
watching except Dad who had his back turned pretending that he hadn't noticed.
Mum's broad cheeked face came so close that I could make out her fine age
wrinkles. "If you can't control that thing I will" she hissed.

I felt relief as her knee lowered away from my balls, but my heels didn't have
time to return to the floor. THUD! "Argh!" her knee jerked swiftly into my
balls. "Arrr!" It was only a tap but it blooming well hurt. But she didn't
remove it, she kept it pressed hard. Her hands reached for the front of my
t-shirt and pulled my face close to familiar maternal features I thought I
knew so well. "Next time, I'll do it for real. Understand me Glenn?" she
whispered. "Y-yes" I gasped, my balls aching with just that small tap of her
knee. She lowered her knee and stood before me, looking at me with an amused
smile. People nearby were still watching, I felt so embarrassed. "You
understand me Glenn or do I have to explain it to you?" she asked. I nodded my
head, I couldn't believe it, my mum had just tried to bust my balls. She
probably hadn't touched me down there since I was a little baby, what had
gotten in her?

"Good" with that she turned her back towards the mat where Matron Crawford's
sons and husband had just shot their load at her feet. I looked at the floor
in shame trying to avoid eye contact with anyone who had seen my humiliation.
There was nothing else to look at except the back of mum's legs and her nice
large firm calve muscle. "Is everything alright, Glenn?" crap! She was looking
over her shoulder at me smiling. She had caught me looking at her legs. "Are
my seams straight dear?" she asked and hitched up the back of her dress. God!
I was sweating looking at the back of my mum's stocking tops and suspenders
and unable to tear my gaze away. "Y-yes mum" I stammered. She smiled, smoothed
down the back of her dress and turned her head back.

**Part 3: Miss Primm and Proper**

Miss Primm and Proper took the mat to address the women. Dressed in a
sleeveless white satin kimono, I had to admit that, although a bit plump, she
had an eye-catching hour-glass figure due to a corset fashioned into the
dress. What really stirred the groin was the top and centre of her large full
breasts visible through the lace up front. They rose and fell softly with her
breathing. Although her thighs were a bit plump they were smooth and very
appealing in sheer black nylons. By contrast her calves were slim with 12 inch
heels giving them a nice shape. Behind her I see two rows of objects like
wooden blocks and stuff, some raised on trellises. Her haughty face with the
sour pout scanned the audience as a troop of men came out of a door on the far
side wearing gi. "The men from the local Karate club are with us tonight
ladies. I have a little wager with their Grandmaster that we will be taking
over control of their dojo and they will become our practice dummies, and
right dummies they are too" she said raising a few twitters from the women and
hard glances from the men behind her. The men are of various ages and builds
with different grade belts.

Miss P&P turned and strode over to the objects where one of the men was
waiting. He was quite tall and heavily built, perhaps in his mid to late
fifties and highly graded. She went to stand at the start of one row while he
stood by the next. "Grandmaster Kevin, If you will begin?" she said, the
corners of her mouth turning up in a little smirk. That needled him but he
composed himself as he stood in front of a stack of around a dozen wooden
boards resting between two trellises. Focussing, his palm wavered back and
forth a few times. "Hai!" His hand broke through the wood to cheers from his
students. Despite the ache in my balls from mum's tap with her knee, my groin
began to tighten with anticipation as sour puss stood in front of a similar
stack. Smiling at the Grandmaster she raised her hand. "Hai!" Jeese that made
me jump! With no warm up or anything the side of her hand slashed down and the
wood exploded into kindling to the applause of the women. OMG! That was
amazing, whereas he just broke the boards in two, she totally disintegrated
them.

Both moved onto the next object. The statuesque woman watched with her gloved
hands on her hips and her bust thrust out as the Grandmaster readied himself
before a stack of six thick slates resting on two large upturned bricks. There
was a smug look of superiority upon her face as he focussed, moving his hand
back and forth several times controlling his breathing. "Hai!" he smashed the
slates in two to more cheers from his students. My throat went dry, I began to
feel warm and my dick stiffened as the stuck up woman faced her stack of
slates. There was no preamble; she just got down to business. "Hai!" She
yelled making my dick lurch. The slates shattered as she drove her hand
through them. Not just split in two, but completely shattered into many
pieces.

Next a couple of students held up a set of four household bricks in a row
contained within a wooden frame. "Hai!" After working himself up to it the man
punched through but then I saw his eyes go wide. His haughty mature opponent
squared up to a set of twice as many bricks. One leg was placed slightly
forward of the other giving a glimpse of a thick girth of creamy white skin
beyond black stocking tops. "Hai!" Her fist disappeared in a cloud of brick
dust as it punched through with such force that the two students supporting
the frame staggered backwards.

Grandmaster Kevin's eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Yours have been pre-cut" he
accused. Miss P&P placed her long gloved hands on her hips with a face of
indignation, her chest gently heaving. Boy was she stacked! "How dare you! You
know perfectly well that your students checked them all out early on" she
glared at him with her big bust swelling up so much that I hoped they would
burst from her satin dress. She turned to address the women. "See how the male
tries to shift the blame for his inadequacies" the buxom woman said to
sniggers of laughter which made him turn red with anger. "I'll take your row
then" he snapped. "Oh very well if you must" she sighed theatrically, her twin
torpedoes straining at the laced front. They exchanged places and found
themselves facing a pile of 3 patio slabs supported very low to the floor.
Again the Karate expert took time to prepare. "Hai!" his foot stomped down
splitting the slabs in two. The sour faced woman removed her heels then turned
her back on the pile. "Hai!" without hesitation she stomped a long sexy
stocking clad leg down behind her at an angle. BLAM! The slabs crumbled into
rubble. She gave a smug smile while my eyes followed the long line of her leg
enjoying the view of her sexy lingerie and exposed bare buttocks. Some of the
students were shifting uncomfortably with definite bulges in their gi pants.

A daunting cube of bricks faced them next. Cemented together, each was 4 brick
lengths wide and 6 deep elevated to waist height on a column of bricks on
either side. Once more the man took ages to prepare. "HAI!" he swung a forward
kick driving his foot most of the way through the bricks. With a smug smile on
her small lips and her satin kimono shimmering she walked up to her brick
cube. Her thick thighs looked hot under the sheen of her stockings and with
that full figure there was no doubt that she was all woman. Once again there
was no preparation. "HAI!" a lightning fast side kick blasted out and
fragments of brick shot out in all directions. Jeese! Her kick seemed so much
more powerful than his, my cock stiffened in appreciation.

The Grandmaster stopped and stared at the next object, a stepped stack of
three thick slabs of concrete each at least a foot thick supported across a
couple more slabs. He looked indecisive, trying to psych himself up moving his
hands back and forth then stopping and starting again. "Oh for heaven's sake
do hurry up. We haven't got all day" Miss P&P told him. Her large boobs
wobbled alarmingly as she strode over to her stack. "Don't, you'll break your
hand" he urged but she didn't listen. In her shimmering sleeveless kimono so
short that her stocking tops were on show, she walked up to the daunting
object. "Allow me to demonstrate how a woman would do it" She said with a
condescending smile. "HAI!" She screamed so loud it made me jump. BERLAM! The
side of her hand smashed through the top slab and half way through the second,
the force of the blow opening up a big crack that split open the remaining
slabs. There were gasps of admiration from the watching women and gasps of
shock from the Karate students. Placing her gloved hands on her hips and
thrusting her large bust she taunted "Well what are you waiting for?". He
faced the object once more and tried to compose himself, his hand wavering
back and forth while his students offered words of encouragement. Again he
seemed to take forever before he struck. "HAI!" He yelled and his hand slammed
into the top slab then a look of anguish crossed his face then he stepped back
cradling his hand. "There you see truly how weak men are" Miss P&P told the
watching women in her irritating snob voice.

Her magnificent frontage wobbled excitingly as she stepped in front of a large
slab of marble. No way! She raised her right arm with the long glove running
half way up her plump upper arm. For a moment she seemed to glare at the slab
with a pouting mouth. I am sure many men had withered under that gaze but that
alone wouldn't cause the marble to break. "HAI!" her hand flashed down slicing
through the thick marble slab like a hot knife through butter. OMG! My cock
was positively throbbing, and to think that I thought that I could put the
stuck up bitch in her place.

The pouty snobbish looking woman sauntered in front of a thick steel plate, at
least 2 inches thick held upright in a frame. Her generous hips swayed when
she walked. She stared at the Grandmaster, still cradling his hand, with her
cold eyes and a slight smile. "Aren't you playing no more?" She taunted.
"HAI!" Her tall plump body moved with surprising subtleness, spinning while
leaning to one side hurling a long thick leg towards the steel plate. KERRANG!
Her foot lowered and the Grandmaster's mouth went slack at the large hole
punched clean through. He looked totally shocked. The implied power was
shocking and too much for some of the men watching. "Urrrrrrrr!" There were
some soft groans from around the hall including a couple of his students as
they creamed themselves then looked sheepish. "Mnnnnn!" A sharp elbow digs me
in the ribs. "If that hand goes anywhere near your pants you'll be in big
trouble" Mum hissed.

Suddenly Mum is in my face with a wicked smile pressing her plump body right
up to me. Disturbingly I can feel her big soft breasts against my chest and
for a second I thought she was going to shove her knee in my balls again. To
my horror her hand brushed the front of my trousers and before I realised what
she was doing she had unzipped my flies. "Mum, no!" I gasped trying to grab
her hand to stop her. "Ouch!" I yelped as my little finger was bent back. Mum
looked me in the eyes with a wide grin. "You won't last through if you keep on
like this" she told me then her other hand was diving inside my pants. "Ouch!"
I tried to stop her with my other hand but mum cruelly bent my finger back
hard. "Don't interfere, Glenn. Mummy knows what's best for you" she said with
her eyes sparkling as she fished out my erection. "My you are worked up aren't
you? Well Mummy will soon sort that out" with that she turned her back on me
then pulled up the back of her kimono. I couldn't help looking at her wide
ample bare backside. "Like Mummy's arse, Glenn? Daddy does" she said. Oh God!
She was looking over her shoulder at me with that wicked wide smile. The worse
of it was that the sight of that wide creamy peach had my dick even stiffer.
Pulling me close against her back, the feel of her backside against my
erection broke down my resistance. My rigid rod sank between her warm soft
buttocks in a downwards direction. Ohh! Oh it felt good as the big luscious
peach completely enveloped my erect manhood, even though I knew it was wrong.
I got a shock as I saw Dad standing in front of Mum trying to avoid eye
contact with me. "Orrrr!" I moaned as the pillows surrounding my dick clenched
turning hard then softening. "Mummy's been doing some exercises to make her
bum strong. I thought you might like it. Daddy doesn't last long in there" she
smiled at me over her shoulder and clenched her buttocks again. "Orrrr!" that
felt amazing like a giant hand slowly pumping my dick.

"HAI!" a shout makes me look up and I notice Miss P&P over at the
Grandmaster's steel plate having just punched a big hole straight through. All
around the hall men are losing it. One old wrinkled crone looking 90 used her
hands vigorously to bring off her aged husband and middle aged son while
giving a blow job to another son. She must be very good as white stuff is soon
spurting everywhere. Other men are being wanked off by their wives while
others masturbate uncontrollably. Dad has his eyes closed in a stupid
expression of pleasure. By the way mum's arm is moving I guess that she is
giving him a handjob. I'm shocked to realise that she's doing both of us at
once!

Suddenly Mum angled her arse forward and slid her buttocks back and forth
along my rod. "Orrhhh!" I know it's my Mum but this is just heavenly and I'm
feeling so horny. Mum's ample bum stops moving but that's all it takes and I
humping her backside like a rabid dog. Mum angles her backside further forward
and I feel my erection rubbing her naughty bits. The very thought just drives
me crazy. BAM BAM BAM BAM I'm really humping her backside in crazed lust, so
hard that my thrusts are making her body rock back and forth. "Ohh ohhh
ohhhrrrrrr!" Mum moans in pleasure as she cums and that's too much for me.
"Nnnnnargh nnnargh nnnnnargh!" I shoot my wad between her sexy ample buttocks
and hear my Dad's moans of pleasure. As I withdrew my flaccid dick from her
backside the shame hits me and I feel really bad. "Now put it away both of you
and watch" Mum scolded, pulling out some wipes from the depths of her Kimono
to clean herself. All around the wild moment of sexual frenzy dampens down as
men finish messing themselves. Feeling shagged, I watch Miss P&P wondering
what will happen next.

The plump woman in the tight fitting satin kimono had put her high heels back
on and was addressing the Karate students. All of whom looked at her with a
mix of fear and lust with many unable to keep their eyes away from the laced
up neckline that plunged so dramatically over her thrusting breasts. "You are
now our practice dummies for when our ladies wear out their husbands and sons"
she said with her hands on her hips and a look of snobbish superiority. Her
stocking tops and a bit of suspender belt were on show and some of them openly
couldn't tear their gaze away. "Go over there now so that the ladies can use
you" she told them in a voice that didn't brook dissention.

"Stay where you are!" the Grandmaster cried. Miss P&P turned to bring her
chilling gaze to bear upon him and I saw his eyes drop to her outstanding
bust. The corners of her pouting lips turned slightly up in a satisfied smile
then she squeezed her upper arms at the sides of her chest making her big
whoppers swell up, straining at the laces holding her dress together. He
gawped at the sight. "I won our wager fair and square" she said looking down
at him along the length of her sleek nose. "You couldn't handle it, just like
you couldn't me last night in the bedroom" she sneered. "You weren't much of a
man then either" she added. That infuriated him. "You stuck up bitch! I don't
know what trick you pulled to do that" he nodded to the pile of rubble she's
created. "But no mere librarian is going to take my students from me" he told
her angrily.

"Try and stop me, Kevin the small" she smirked, her cheeks pushing up as she
did. "Why you! HAI!" he yelled and went launched straight into an impressive
series of high kicks rapidly approaching her. It ended with a fancy roundhouse
spinning kick, leaning back low as he blasted his foot right towards her
grinning face. Miss P&P wasn't flustered. With shocking speed, she caught his
foot a bare inch from her face and pulled it high above her head sending him
to his backside on the mat. "There you are ladies. Typical man, all show and
no substance" she explained.

Sour puss leant forward, her big rack dangling in the wide open space at the
front of her kimono pressing against the criss-cross laces. "Do you need a
hand dear?" She teased holding out a long gloved hand. He was absolutely
fuming. "Lesbo bitch!" he snapped knocking away her hand. As he got to his
feet, I noticed Miss P&P's face tighten. "Hai!" He suddenly kicked towards her
face but in an act of flexibility and speed, the plump woman snapped her knee
to chest height blocking the kick then in a flash straightened her leg
blasting her heeled foot right into his face "HAI!" BLAM! He staggered under
the blow but came right back angrily with more kicks. "Hai! Hai! Hai!" Kicks
rained down on the busty mature woman but she just stood calmly batting his
foot away with a casual flick of a hand making him even more pissed. "Hai!
Hai!" A torrent of rapid punches shot out which she easily blocked staring at
him as if he were nothing more than a pesky insect. "Look at how the male
wears himself out like a raging bull" she said casually blocking another high
kick aimed at her face. He began to lift his leg again but she struck first.
"Hai!" BAM! the top of her foot hammered across his chest in a blur of sheer
black nylon. His face winced but she was now on the offensive. "Hai!" she spun
devastatingly quickly and powered a side kick driving the sole of her foot so
hard against his chest that his feet left the mat. His expression was pained
as he regained his footing. The busty woman continued her leggy assault.
"Hai!" BERLAM a long slightly plump leg shot sideways in a kick so powerful
that it buried her foot in his gut and drove his body several feet back
through the air. WHAM! He crashed into the mat and crumpled in agony trying to
fight his cramped stomach as his students gasped with dismay.

"Women naturally have much stronger legs than men" she explained while the
Grandmaster's eyes creased as he strained for air. "They are the downfall of
many men" she added. All male eyes in the room gravitated to those legs.
Slightly plump and looking incredibly long in 12 inch heels, they were also
sexily sheathed in sheer stockings. "They can be used to entrap a man with
their allure, which is why you must wear stockings. They can scissor a man
helpless and throw him around the bedroom" she said. She looked down at the
Grandmaster who was forcing himself to his feet although his mouth was tight.
"And of course kick him half way across the dojo" she smirked.

"Are you ready to apologise for your foul accusation?" she asked the
Grandmaster as he faced her. He gave his answer. "Hai! Hai! Yai! Yai!" his
stocky body looked powerful as he blasted kick after kick towards the mature
woman driving her on the defensive although blocking every kick. Suddenly she
pushed through his attack batting away his kicks and stepped right up close to
his body. "Hai!" her stocking clad knee shot up quickly into his chest. BLAM!
"HAI!" she screamed as a thick thigh slab of nylon sheathed leg whipped
skywards in an amazingly nimble axe kick. BLAM! The Grandmaster's head snapped
back so hard that he stumbled and almost fell to his knees. "HAI!" she yelled
with barely suppressed rage, her leg scythed around in a circular kick that
displayed lingerie and bare buttocks. BLAM! The back of her shoe clubbed the
side of his head with a solid thud that bowled him over sideways.

He wasn't giving up though, although floored, his leg scythed around close to
the ground but Miss P&P nimbly skipped over it then raised her knee. BLAM! Her
foot stomped down on his balls. "Oiiiiiiieee!" he wailed as every man in the
hall winced in sympathy. His torso automatically lurched up dragging his face
creased in agony. BLAM! She spun around and back kicked his face, sending it
back to the mat in a spray of blood. She looked down at him with a sneer of
contempt. "Why did God put men's reproductive organs in such a vulnerable
place?" she asked. She looked at the audience "So that they are easy for women
to use to subdue them". "Foul..kick" Grandmaster Kevin gasped. She looked down
at him placing her hands on her big bust and wobbling her breasts. "Do these
scare you?" she asked. She leant forward so they hung low eliciting lustful
groans. "Are you ready to do some grovelling?" she asked but he didn't answer.

"Men must always be punished harshly for verbal insults against women" Miss
P&P explained as she drew back her leg. I saw panic in his eyes and he tried
to quickly scramble away but he was too slow. "HAI!" the sheen off her
stockings left a residual trail on my retina as it rocketed skywards in an
incredible axe kick. BLAM! The amazing supple kick brutally hammered the
kneeling man's head sending him flying across the mat leaving a mist of blood.
She looked magnificently victorious as she put one hand on her hip, staring
down at the floored Grandmaster. I loved the glimpse of creamy white flesh
with suspender belts running vertically at the top of her plump thighs above
the black bands of stocking tops. "Men are stubborn and sometimes you must be
cruel to be kind" her snobby voice explained. "Apologise now or I will make an
example of you" she told the man on the mat.

He glared at her balefully and spat out a globule of blood. "Clean that up at
once" she told him in a tight voice. Barely containing his rage, the
Grandmaster flung himself from the mat with the corners of his lips turned in
a snarl baring his teeth. He collided with her with such force that she fell
over backwards. As she fell, her big shapely legs came up bent at the knees.
In the blink of an eye his falling body made contact with a foot in his groin
then the leg sprang straight lifting his body high in a devastatingly strong
throw. His body flew halfway across the mat and slammed on his back. KERSLAM!
Wow! That was a great throw, I never expected the stuck up bitch to be that
good.

That throw must have really scrambled his senses as he was had problems
getting off the floor. He tried again then stopped as the thick plump thighs
of Miss P&P stood before him. I saw his gaze travel up her body lingering over
the sensual hour glass figure caused by the pinched waist and big bust. "It
takes a while for it to sink in through their slow thinking brains just how
much better women are than men in all forms of combat" She said looking down
at him with an air of superiority. The man stood up, having none of it. "Hai!"
he hurled a kick at the tall mature woman but she caught his shin beneath her
armpit. "Hai!" the side of her hand chopped his knee. "Arghh!" he cried in
agony.

Releasing his leg, she pulled his arm over her shoulder as she turned; pulling
him against her back before thrusting her ample backside into his groin.
Placing one foot forward, she leant slightly forward loading the Grandmaster
onto her buttocks. One of her legs trailed back and my eyes travelled along
its long length, admiring the hint of firm muscle in her slim shapely calves
and following the seam up the back of her stockings to the tops and bare skin
above. The haughty lady was taller than him especially with 12 inch heels and
as she bent forwards his feet were left dangling in the air as he lay along
her back with his groin riding her backside. To my surprise she didn't throw
him. "Judo is the most feminine of martial arts. It maintains a woman's
dignity and femininity" she addressed the women showing no discomfort of
having a man resting on her back. "None of that fighting like a man nonsense"
she added then straightened slightly then pulled him forward him so that his
groin slid up and down her backside. "Mmmmurrr!" a sigh escaped the man's
lips, his eyes showing that he was getting turned on. He must have had an
absolute boner with his dick running in that channel between her big sexy
buttocks, I know I would. "As Mrs. Knight demonstrated, Judo is not only
useful for defence. Its principles can be used to aide lifting and
manipulation of the disabled or infirm" she explained. "Ohhhhh" he moaned
softly as she made small adjustments to her stance that kept him sliding back
and forth across her sensational peach. "A woman can use Judo to assert her
sexual dominance especially in the bedroom" she said. With that, she stood
straight, allowing his feet to touch the floor for a brief second before
bending forward again. "Ohhh" he moaned as his groin rode over Miss P&P's
lovely big rounded peach. "Look how quickly he loses all self-control of his
private parts" she said as she straightened and leant forward again. "Ohhh!"
his eyes closed in an expression of bliss. His feet were lowered again then
she leant forward once more but this time slowly bending almost double like a
upside U pin. The Grandmaster found himself balanced with only his groin in
contact with her body, pressing against her sharply bent backside "Arrrrr
nnnghh nghhh nnnnar!" he moaned ecstatically as he spilled it.

Some of his students looked like they had the same reaction. "You dare" my Mum
hissed watching me eagle eyed. The top of her kimono was very loose and I had
an effort to tear my gaze away from the ample mounds of the tops of her
breasts.

KERSLAM! This time Miss P&P did throw the disgraced Grandmaster over her
shoulder to the mat. He looked up along those long legs with longing in his
eyes. "Sorry..I'm sorry I called you that name" he spluttered with his eyes
glued to that awesome frontage. "Apology accepted. Now tell your students that
they are the property of the WI" she instructed. A man in turmoil slowly stood
under her steely gaze, his eyes travelling up her long legs and over the
tailored pinched waist with a mix of pure lust and fear.

Maybe it was the look in his eyes or the tension in his arms but his fist had
barely moved when she struck. "Hai! Hai!" her fists rapidly hammered each side
of his body. They may have been quick punches but they sounded very solid as
they struck and the gasp of pain on his face testified to their strength. "Do
you remember that steel plate I punched through?" she asked. "Do you really
want to find out what effect a punch like would have on your body?" her voice
was stern.

BLAM! Her knee shot up into his gut. BLAM! Before I could blink it hammered
home into his gut again. BLAM! And again. BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! Like a non-stop
piston, she repeatedly destroyed his gut sinking her knee deep. BLAM! BLAM!
BLAM! The blows rocked his body not letting have time to crease over in agony.
The sides of his mouth turned down in abject misery and his eyes creased
tight. Finally she let him crumple forwards. BLAM! Hard knee clad in sheer
nylon met soft face. BLAM! Hard knee slammed right between his legs so hard
that his feet left the mat. He was barely standing but the female wrecking
machine hadn't finished with him. "Hai!" leaping up into the air she cruelly
drove her knee into his face. He went down like a floppy toy clown with a
bright red nose to his knees. Swaying, he managed to grab hold of one thigh
for support. Her legs looked so hot in sheer black nylon stockings that on the
one hand I thought he was a lucky bastard to be clinging onto one. With a cold
look of distain and a sour pout the dominant Miss P&P raised a gloved hand.
"Hai!" a chop to his neck sent him the rest of the way to the mat. My dick
went absolutely rigid as he lay without moving, clearly well out of it.

His students shifted uncomfortably, some edging forward as if unsure whether
to help their fallen Grandmaster. Her cold haughty stare stopped them in their
tracks. "Do you really think you can handle me when he couldn't?" she asked.
She walked right up to them and stood in front with her hands on hips. All of
them had visible boners and some were practically drooling at the sight of her
ample bust. "Can you handle me?" she asked one young man who only came up to
her chest. He began trembling visibly as those large full mammories pointed in
his face. "Mnnnn" he moaned. Miss P&P moved on, leaving him in his
embarrassment. "Or you?" she asked another. Her gloved hand enclosed the tent
in his gi pants. "Nnnn nnn nnn" he moaned. She stopped at another. "What about
you?" she asked. She took hold of his hands and slowly ran them along her
pneumatic satin clad curves. He began to sweat profusely as his palms
carefully tracked every sensational curve. As she led his hands over and
around her sensational stack, his composure broke down and he completely lost
it. "Nnnnnnar Ohhhhh" he moaned.

She faced them all looking stern with her leg coyly bent sufficiently for her
suspenders to show as a reminder of her femininity, not that they really
needed it with that bust. "Now you know the real power of a woman and why men
are barely worthy to worship at their feet" her voice was scathing as she
scanned them with her penetrating cold eyes, her small mouth tight and sour.
"On your knees, now!" she said loudly with such authority that I had to stop
myself getting down to the floor. Most of the students obeyed instantly but a
few hesitated. "Hai!" Miss P&P's long thick leg whipped around in a high
circular arc clubbing one of the students still standing around the head
sending him sprawling to the mat. "I said NOW!" she shouted. The remaining
students flung themselves on the mat in haste.

Staring down with contempt at the nearest, the buxom mature woman stepped
forwards. Her big firm looking plump thighs straddled his head as she used her
hands to lift his face and parked it right in her bare crotch. As the big legs
held his head fast, the lucky sod brought his hand to her hips. "Mmmmm! mmmm!"
he moaned into her muff. Miss P&P closed her eyes with a satisfied expression.
"Arrr yes!" she sighed. "As you can see a woman can use Judo, arrr!, to get
her way in the bedroom" she addressed the women, most of whose eyes were wide
with a hungry desire to try out this move. "If the man refuses to co-operate,
a bit of Judo will put that right" with that the dominant bitch seized his
right hand and pulled it into an armbar. "Mmmmm!" his muffled cries got louder
as she stressed his elbow. "Arrrhh yes!" she sighed. "That is just one of the
ways a woman can use Judo to take pleasure from a man" she added. "MMMM!" she
stressed his arm again making him shriek into her pussy. "Oh yes! I've found
something you're good at, at last" she mocked making small thrusts of her
crotch over the student's face. "Stop it!" she scolded, stressing his arm
harder. "MMMMM!" he screamed. "Did I tell you to lick me? No. Do that again
and I'll snap your arm like kindling" she scolded. He evidently stopped
because she released the armbar. "Now whip it out and worship me" she ordered.
The young man didn't hesitate; with his face bent back stuck in her crotch, he
pulled out his erect todger and started pumping it furiously with his hand.
With a smug look of superiority on her haughty face she looked at the other
students, kneeling, watching intently with their own tents bulging. "That goes
for all of you" she commanded. An orgy of masturbation broke out around the
tall woman's high heeled feet.

"Control your men please, ladies" the stern faced domme instructed as many men
in the audience began to join in. Even I was tempted until I saw my mother's
stern gaze.

**Part 4: Mum**

CLAP! CLAP! Miss Primm & Proper clapped for everybody's attention. "Ladies,
that concludes our demonstrations for this evening. The time is now all yours"
the buxom stuck up looking woman said. Great the sooner I get out of here the
better. I looked around for the exit. "Remember these fine young men are
available if you exhaust or break your own" she added. Those 3 women that gave
the demonstrations were crazy. Although it was a veritable wank-fest, all
these men doing it in public was deeply disturbing.

"Come here Glenn" Mum called. I gasp as her hand feels the front of my
trousers. A wide smile appears pushing up her cheeks, her eyes twinkling as
her blonde hair surrounds her face. "You can't walk around with that in front
of all these ladies" she says. "What are you on about? Most of the men had
their dicks out wanking not long ago" I replied. "Enough of that kind of
language, young man" she scolded but her face was still smiling causing the
wrinkles to show around the sides of her eyes. "Can we go now?" I asked. "Do
you know what happens next?" her smile became slightly predatory which
unnerved me. "No. What?" She brought her face right up close so that we were
almost touching noses. Although she is quite pretty, she is still my mum and
the intimacy made me uncomfortable. "Now I kick your arse and your Dad's" she
said in a soft almost sensual voice that made all the hairs on the back of my
neck stand up.

KERSLAM! The sound of a body hitting the mat made me look around in time to
see the wrinkly old crone I saw earlier with one son on the mat, slamming the
other. KERSLAM! KERSLAM! All over the hall, women in satin kimonos resembling
sexy gi jackets were slamming their husbands and sons around like they were
confetti. I was shocked by how good most of them were. "Arghh arghh!" the
little white haired old lady was now on the mat, with each of her son's arms
locked beneath hers and a skinny black nylon sheathed leg draped over his
face. Jeese! I wouldn't like to meet her in a dark alley.

I brought my attention back to my Mother. Mum's such a kidder. She's not into
exercise and only strict verbally, she never gets physical. I laughed uneasily
remembering the demonstrations I witnessed and how 3 unassuming women
completely kicked the arses of men who were black belts, including myself.
"How're you going to do that?" I chuckled. Mum didn't stop smiling and lifted
up the hem of her white satin kimono to reveal her legs clad in sheer tan
coloured stockings and suspenders. While not possessing the corset-enhanced
hour glass figure of Miss P&P, Mum is less plump and her thick legs are
shapely and good looking. "With these" she says indicating her legs. "And
this" She turned around showing her bare bottom which disturbingly reminded me
of how she relieved me earlier on. Trying not to look at that big creamy
peach, my eyes fell to her calves. The high heels she wore really gave them a
great shape and the diamond shaped muscle was quite visible. Actually they
were quite hot. Had she been exercising? Not with this bunch of loonies, I
hope.

"Argh!" A cry drew my attention. Matron Crawford had applied a wrist lock to
her husband and was making him dance in pain. Her sons were watching, all with
boners. She turned her back against him stretching his arm across her side and
forced him to his knees. Boy does she have great legs. Steve moved in to
deliver a chop which she caught then twisted his wrist making him whimper.
Wow! The scary woman now had two men under her control at the same time. She
shoved their twisted hands between her sexy strong thighs as Paul and Simon
came at her from either side. The scary looking woman grabbed an arm each and
whipped them down in an arc flipping both head over heels in a double spinning
wrist throw while her husband and other son were on their knees in painful
armlocks applied by her hot legs. Wow! The scary woman was dominating 4 guys
at once.

Dad's voice interrupted "Sandy, go easy on the bo.." WHUMP "Orrrrgh" he
groaned as to my complete amazement Mum swung her heeled foot into his balls.
"Did I tell you to talk?" she asked with a tight smile. Her foot was still
stuck between his legs and I couldn't help noticing the patch of bare skin
above the dark brown band of stocking top. "N..no dear sorry dear" he gasped.
WTF? He actually sounded scared of her. What a wimp! Mum is such a placid nice
friendly woman, just like a mother should be. Lowering her foot, to Dad's
relief, she turned her blonde head towards me with a wide toothy smile. "It's
alright dear" she told me in a warm reassuring voice. "I'll go easy on you for
your first time".

I placed my hand on Mum's shoulder, the silk felt good under my hand. "Come on
Mum, let's go home. It's no good acting all tough, we know what you're really
like" I told her. "You've been spending too much time with thes.." BLAM!
"BERLORPH!" Mum's knee appeared out of nowhere hammering right into my gut.
The cramp was so bad that I began to crease up. "Don't you talk to me like
that" Mum scolded. BLAM! "....." Orrrr she did it again. It really hurt but I
was too winded for any noise to come out of my mouth which dangled open
uselessly. I was devastated unable to draw breath. Mum had never hit me before
and I was really surprised that she could lift her knee that high and that
fast. "Don't you ever talk like that about the WI again" she hissed with her
plump arms around my neck while her knee pressed my diaphragm flat. Oh God! I
couldn't breathe. I felt weird, dizzy. Dear God! My Mum had destroyed me
within seconds. Strangely my cock began to get stiff again. "Otherwise I'll
feed you to Mrs. Knight" Mum added. I followed the direction of her eyes and
saw the manic wide-eyed woman with a young Karate student flat on his back
while she applied a cross-body armbar, moaning with pleasure as he shrieked
and writhed in agony. Her eyes opened and saw me then flew wide as she licked
her lips hungrily. Oh God! She sent shivers down my spine and I looked away
quickly.

Orrrh I couldn't inflate my lungs Orrr. Holding my shoulders and facing me Mum
stepped to my side. With shock I realised what she was trying to do but I was
paralysed in my winded state to do anything but stand there and let my own
sweet mother reap my leg away and lean forward. I couldn't believe it as I
went backwards over Mum's broad hip. BLAM! My back hit the mat and I found
myself floored, winded and looking at the seams at the back of Mum's
stockings. God! She threw me! My mum actually threw me! I gawped at her strong
looking calve muscles, her lower legs pushed into a sexy shape by her high
heels and felt an unhealthy attraction. Mum looked back at me over her
shoulder. "You're not the only who knows a bit of Judo" she told me.

She looked down at me with a condescending smile as if I were some mere white
belt. That really pissed me off. How could I be so stupid to be caught out so
easily by an untrained woman? Especially my Mum. So the WI had taught her some
moves and she thought she was an expert. Well I was ready to give her a taste
of real Judo. Orrr once these damn cramps stopped. From this angle, her
stocking clad legs seemed to go on forever and were very sexy. "What's wrong
Judo Boy? Has Mummy knocked the wind out of your sails?" she sneered. "Sandy,
go easy" my Dad interrupted. I watched in disbelief as in a heartbeat, Mum
pulled his arm over her shoulder and leant forward whipping him over her
shoulder. BERLAM! I heard him hit the mat hard. Wow! That was a well executed
Seoi-nage but I was stunned that she had actually used it and so skilfully. My
Mum knew Judo, she really knew Judo! To my disgust my dick got stiffer and I
couldn't stop looking at her backside and thinking what a great arse she had
and no wonder it had brought me off so easily.

My Mum's new skill aroused me and I got to my feet wanting to grapple with
her. I grabbed the front of her silk Kimono but even before I had a chance to
turn to throw her, her long leg pushed between my legs and hooked around my
right leg. Pressing forward she lifted my foot from the mat. Oh crap not
again! BAM! My back hit the mat. My Mum looked down at me with a smug smile.
"That's right dear you keep trying and one day you might be as good as me". My
ears burned at the insult. I'd been doing Judo since I was 11; she must have
only just begun. "Beginner's luck" I mumbled. "You keep telling yourself that,
Glenn, as I kick your sorry arse" Mum replied.

"Sandy, please" Dad was on his feet again. But Mum looked excited. "Hai!" BAM!
Jeese! Mum shouted unexpectedly and punched Dad right in the face. I couldn't
believe my eyes; she had just punched Dad right in the mouth. "Did I ask for
your opinion?" Mum's voice was hard. "Hai!" BAM! She shouted again making my
dick lurch smashing Dad in the face again. From his expression and the sound
of it, I knew it hurt. "Hai!" Another punch to his face left him staggering
back with a trickle of blood from the side of his mouth. Good God! Mum was
beating up Dad! This was just so unreal and from the wide smile upon her face,
she was enjoying it.

Mum stood before him with her arms on her hips. She gave such an impression of
self-confidence and strength that my dick was still getting stiff. Where had
she learnt to punch like that? The answer was obvious - from these crazy WI
women. Poor Dad was practically shaking in his boots. "S-sorry, d..Mistress"
he whimpered. WTF! Surely Dad wasn't that much of a wimp? Mum just smiled and
raised her hand. "Hai!" Jeese that made me jump. The side of her hand slashed
down and chopped the side of Dad's neck. His body jerked as though he'd just
been tazered. Jeese I never knew she could do that.

Dad might have wimped out, but I wasn't going to. I had already had my Judo
skills thrashed by one of these crazy women and I certainly wasn't going to
let it happen again, especially to my own Mum. I began to get to my feet. "Do
you want Mummy to Karate chop you senseless?" she said with a sparkle in her
eyes and a wide smile. "Like this. Hai!" she chopped my Dad's neck again and
he jerked like a puppet on a string then collapsed against her body with his
face in her ample cleavage then slid down to her waist. "Do you want to stop
Mummy beating up Daddy? Come on then" she called in a sing-song siren's call.
Mum raised her hand. "Mum no!" I protested. "Hai!" Mum's hand flashed, Dad's
body jerked and he collapsed to the floor. "Mum, stop this" I told her. This
was madness, why was she acting like some kind of superwoman? "That's right,
come to Mummy" she sang, her eyes sparkling and her smile wide showing her
white teeth.

Remembering my mistake with Mrs. Knight when I rushed her, I wasn't going to
make the same mistake twice. Approaching Mum cautiously, I was going to go for
a sacrifice throw of my own. Wary that she might try to chop me, I grabbed the
front of her kimono intending to get this done quickly. I tried to suppress
the disquiet when she likewise grabbed the front of my T-shirt. Quickly I
shoved her away intending to pull her back quickly and throw her. But to my
horror, she pulled me forwards and fell back. No! A Tomoe Nage, Mum's leg came
up into my groin as she used my own momentum to roll me over the top of her.
Woah! Everything went topsy turvy as she whipped past beneath me in a
devastatingly fast stomach throw. KERSLAM! My back hit the mat hard. My God!
What a great throw. Before my brain stopped spinning, Mom had pulled me to my
feet and fell backwards again. Woah! This was even faster than before and I
barely saw her whizz past below me before I whipped head over heels and
slammed into the mat once more. KERSLAM! Oh God! She was good. Please no, this
can't be happening. She can't be better than me, it wasn't fair.

Orrrrh! That throw was so quick that I almost blacked out. My head was
spinning and I felt nauseous. I was vaguely aware of a great looking pair of
long legs standing over me wearing stockings and suspenders. "Is Mummy beating
you with her Judo? Is she too much for you to handle?" she teased. From this
angle I could see right up under her short silk kimono style dress and, ulp,
her bare muff. Shaking the daze from my head, I went to sit up but suddenly
found my Mum's crotch in my face pressing me back to the mat. "Mmmmm!" I
moaned until with horror as I felt her pussy lips on my mouth. I looked up
over Mum's belly and had another shock. Our short grapple must have pulled the
top of her kimono loose and the edges had been peeled back from her big boobs
as far as her big aureoles and nipples. That really made me uncomfortable, but
I couldn't stop looking. "Mummy likes sitting on your face" she said with a
saucy smile. "I will do it more often from now on". I was very conscious of
her pussy pressing against my lips. Although I knew that it wrong, I couldn't
help the way my body reacted. My dick went rigid as I felt subjugated in such
a sexy manner by my own Mother.

Pinned under my Mum I could really see how her short satin kimono resembled a
sexy gi jacket with her big boobs poking out. Oh God this was really turning
me on, I was a real sick puppy. She looked down at me pinned helplessly
between her big thighs. "You better get used to it son because this is how
it's going to be from now on" she told me. That wasn't what you wanted to hear
from your Mum, no matter how attractive she was. "Mmmm mmmm" I protested as
she bore her weight down on my face and moved around mashing her pussy in my
face. It felt gross yet at the same time exhilarating and highly sexual.
"That's right. Mum's in charge now" I heard her say. In this embarrassing
position there was no where I could look but up at my Mother. I saw her look
back then smile. "Mmmm!" a hand touched my groin feeling my stiffy through my
trousers. "Good. You like Mummy on your face and are responding to my
superiority in the correct manner" her words were like hammer blows to my
dignity.

"Now lick it and show how much you love Mummy" I couldn't believe my ears.
That was so disgusting and degrading for any man, and so wrong for a son to do
to his own mother. "Mmmm mmmm!" I groaned as she mashed down and squirmed all
over my face. Oh God I was so hard I nearly came then and there! "Do as you're
told, Glenn" she commanded. She was so domineering. It was like something off
one of those naughty web sites, you know the ones with some old bird dressed
in sexy PVC or leather getting some poor sod to eat her. Er...or so I've
heard. Oh God I really wanted to. She was turning me on so much but every time
I went to stick out my tongue I baulked at doing it to my own mother.

I felt her weight lift from my face as she rose. "I see I need to explain how
it is to you" she said looking stern. With shock I saw Dad standing there. How
long had he been there watching Mum sitting on my face! I felt myself flush
with shame. Shockingly he just stood there trying to avoid eye contact and
with a stiff bulge in his trousers. I recalled the strange noises from their
room last night and suddenly had an insight of what had been going on. Just as
I thought Mum couldn't shock me any further, she opened the top of her kimono
exposing her large full formed breasts. "Come and get it, Bert" she demanded.
"Ohh Sandy" he moaned at the sight of those beauties, but he seemed to be
scared of her. "If you hope to have any during the next week, you'd better do
it now" she snapped.

Dad stepped forward as if to grab her. Her hand flashed so fast that all I saw
was a blur. "Hai!" she chopped him on the side of the neck. His body jerked
once more then stood stone stiff. Oh Jeese, it looked like he was paralysed!
No, she can't be that good! The thought of such scary power in my mother's
hand had my dick absolutely rigid. Mum's face turned to me with a smile. "You
see, Glenn. You don't stand a chance against me. I'm much better than you at
unarmed combat and the sooner you get used to it the better" she said while
Dad just stood there looking petrified. Ohhhhh my dick was so stiff that I
thought it couldn't get any harder but it did at the implications of Mum's
words. She had turned from a caring motherly figure into a fearsome dominatrix
to be worshipped. Mum turned her side towards Dad. Pulling up the hem of her
kimono dress to expose her stocking tops, she rubbed her hip against the front
of his trousers. "Nnnnnnn!" a moan of release escaped his lips and the tent in
his pants deflated as a damp patch spread. "Hai!" Mum screamed making me jump
as she drove her elbow into his gut. WHUMP! His upper body snapped forward
around his stomach as if he had been made of cardboard, an expression of agony
on his face and his mouth wide open as a hiss of air rushed out from his body.
"Hai!" Her fist drove hard slamming deep into his ruined stomach. WHAM! The
features of his face melted into abject misery and his body tried to bend
further forwards but Mum cruelly pulled his head up by a clump of his thinning
hair.

I couldn't just watch while Mum beat the crap out of Dad. I hurled myself at
her to stop her. "Hai!" BLAM! "Oooooooh!" She moved like lightning, despite
her size. I found her knee buried deep in the pit of my stomach with such
force that my feet were lifted clean off the mat. Badly winded again, I began
to crease forwards. "Hai!" a blur of sheer black nylon sped towards me. BLAM
"Orrrrrrgh!" I moaned as her knee hammered my sternum while the top of her
thick thigh slammed lengthwise along my chest. Too immobilised to stop her, I
found my head tucked beneath her arm looking down the back of her silk kimono.
"Hai!" I nearly wet myself. BLAM! Her knee hammered into my already ruined
gut. Jeese she was beating the crap out of me! BLAM! Argh! Her knee slammed
into the top of my thigh giving me a dead leg. I felt her leg move again.
BLAM! Ouch! Her knee slammed into the top of my thigh again but this time her
whole leg kicked through lifting my leg backwards off the mat. Suddenly I was
falling forward with my head tucked under Mum's arm. I felt Mum's back hit the
mat then her feet were in my groin and in the blink of an eye my entire
backend was being lifted high as she straightened her legs. Woahh! I felt the
power of her legs as she released my head and hurled me high in a really
strong double-legged sacrifice throw. KERSLAM! My back hit the mat very hard.

I was having a hard time getting to grip with the idea that my Mum was some
kind of superwoman. "Oh dear poor Judo boy's being beaten up by his mummy" she
taunted as I lay on my back gasping. Strangely the thought of getting to grips
with my mother became so uncontrollably desirable that my dick began to throb.
I quickly got to my feet to face her again eager to see what else she had. Mum
hitched up the hem of her dress. Wow! Her slightly plump legs looked great in
stockings. "Glad you like my legs. You're always looking at them" she said.
That wasn't true, but now I was gawping openly at my mother's legs before I
realised my mistake. "Hai!" BLAM her leg was a blur as it kicked so high and
blasted my face. I clutched my aching face in shock at how incredibly flexible
she was. "Bet you never thought mummy could kick as high as that did you?" she
said with a strange smile. No, I certainly didn't, shocked that Mum had turned
into some kind of super fighting machine that made my dick ache all the more.

In a fraction of a second, she fell to the floor swinging her leg around low
to ground scything my legs from under me. BAM! I hit the floor in an instant.
Oh God! She was amazing; she was completely whipping my arse. My dick was
absolutely beating away driving me to my feet wanting to be dominated again by
my Mum. "Hai!" BLAM my head whipped under a powerful high kick that was so
fast that I barely saw it. "Hai!" WHUMP Orrrrrgh a long stocking clad drove a
heeled shoe right into my still aching gut. Super dominant Mum didn't stop.
She turned her back into me and pulled my arm over her shoulder then lent
forward. I was so worked up in anticipation of being thrown again by my mother
that time seemed to slow down. Orrr the feel of her ample backside pressing
into my groin was electric. I could remember how my dick felt between those
lovely bare buttocks. As she loaded me, I could feel my aching erection
sliding up her arse then I was tumbling head over heels through the air.
KERSLAM! By the time I hit the mat, I had totally creamed myself.

Shagged, I just lay there. I saw Miss P&P sitting on the mat with Grandmaster
Kevin locked in a figure 4 headscissors. The back of his head was resting on
the inner thigh of one leg while his neck was caught in the crook of her leg
and it looked like her sexy stocking clad legs were squeezing him helpless.
"Look at how weak you are" I heard her tell him. His hands were on the raised
leg bent over his neck, one on top of her thigh, the other on her long sloping
shin. But rather than trying to free himself he was feeling her legs and was
sporting a boner. She turned his face towards her crotch and pulled it right
against it. "Mmmmm!" he moaned but I don't think it entirely in pain, his
tentpole was twitching. "In your rightful place at last" she told him. She
looked incredibly dominant as she scissored his face into her pussy. "Now do
it" she demanded. The tent in his gi pants twitched wildly as Miss P&P closed
her eyes and sighed with pleasure. "Mmmm!" he moaned. "Faster" she demanded,
her slightly plump thighs squeezing hard. The Grandmaster took his erection
out of his gi pants and started wanking. He stood no chance. "Arrghh Yess Yess
Arghhh!" she moaned throwing back her head in ecstasy squeezing down hard
while the Grandmaster shot white spurts into the air. "Arghhh arghhh oh yes"
she sighed and opened her legs to let the limp unconscious man flop onto the
mat.

Most of the other men around the hall are now humping away desperately at
their wives but increasingly more are masturbating while their partners or
mothers look on pouring scorn on their inabilities to satisfy them.

BLAM! The sound of a body hitting the mat very close by made me look around.
Mum had just thrown Dad again. She had retained his arm which was now vertical
between her legs which looked hot with the sheen of her stockings reflecting
the light as she stressed his elbow. "Argh argh no please!" he yelped writhing
at her feet. Maintaining the punishing armbar, Mum stood astride his head.
"Aren't you playing anymore? Is Judo Boy all worn out" Mum asked me. I looked
away from her face and had to gulp as my eyes became glued to her bare breasts
sticking out from the top of her kimono. Ulp! I looked away when she chuckled
"It's alright dear. It's only natural". "Argh Argh!" Dad yelped as she lowered
herself into a crouch above his face. A stiff bulge rose in his trousers as
her bare pussy hovered above his face. "Watch and learn, Glenn" she told me.
"Mmm mmmm!" Dad almost sounded ecstatic as Mum's muff covered his nose and
lips. "Do a good job, Bert, or I'll break your face" she demanded then reached
back to pull his dick from his trousers. "Mmmm mmmm!" he sounded delirious.
"Arghh yes, Bert" she moaned closing her eyes and looked up as she stroked his
rod with one hand. It was disgusting but I couldn't look aware. "Ohhh!" she
moaned softly, pumping away at his rod while he licked her from below. "Come
here, Glenn. I can do you with my other hand" she gasped breathlessly bucking
her hips while she worked Dad. "Or take you in my mouth". Oh God! I was
disgusted by this wild orgy breaking out all around me; yet I was really
tempted to stick my dick in her wide luscious mouth and hump it but somehow
the offer of a blowjob from my Mum grated against my morals. "Ohhh ohhhh
yessss!" she moaned as jizz flew about from between her closed hand on Dad's
cock.

Sighing in contentment, Mum stood up. "I'm so glad you're here, Glenn" she
told me. "Daddy just can't handle my demands anymore. The more I train, the
stronger and more demanding I become" she said looking at my groin smiling. I
suddenly realised that I had a boner from watching Dad pleasure Mum. To my
horror Mum tried to undo my fly. "Mum, no!" I gasped trying to stop her.
"Hai!" BAM! the side of her hand slashed down on the side of my neck. My body
twitched wildly, temporarily not in my control. To my alarm I found her warm
hand enclosing my stiff dick and she used it to lead me over the bed in the
middle of the hall. Dad followed sheepishly close behind.

Mum sat before me on the edge of the bed with her legs astride. I tried not to
look at her muff. She looked up at me as I stood between her open legs which
pressed against my thighs. "Now do you understand who is boss in the house?"
she asked sternly. "Yes. You Mum" I felt like a naughty child being
reprimanded. A sexy stocking clad leg lifted up and stretched out, with
surprising nimbleness, a shapely calve backed shin to the side of my neck.
"And if I have any more nonsense from you I will hurt you bad" she said with a
wide smile then pressed her shin hard against my neck. "Very bad" she added.
"I will use you and your father to practice on wherever, whenever and however
I like. Do you understand?" The feel of her shin pressing against my neck
reminded me of the dominant martial arts Goddess that she had become and my
dick grew rigid. "Yes" I gasped. "Good" she said then returned her leg to the
floor.

"You will also share with your father the responsibility for worshipping me
and satisfying my pleasure" Mum said. My ears burned but I couldn't look away
from her steely gaze. I felt her calves move against the inside of mine then
with a sudden surge of unexpected strength they began to pull my feet apart.
"Mum, you're pulling my legs apart!" I exclaimed in shock at how easy she did
it. I had to lean forward to place my hands on the bed for support. "Strong
aren't they?" Mum smiled and began to lean back on the bed. I was stunned as
my feet were lifted from the mat while my legs were stretched apart like a
wishbone. I was rising into the air with my legs pulled wide apart in some
weird sort of grapevine press, tilting over my mother's body. The feeling of
total helplessness; of being completely physically dominated by my mother and
the unexpected strength in her legs had my exposed erection absolutely rigid.
Mum lay back on the bed and continued to lift me with her legs, my hands
scrambling on the bed sheet to maintain balance until I was poised over her.
That's when she unhooked her calves and let me slid down between her nylon
clad legs. I felt my erect dick slid against her bare pussy. "Do it" she
demanded. I just couldn't help myself and plunged right in banging away at
this Goddess like a horny dog. Ohhh it felt so good, I just kept on going
enjoying her moans of pleasure until I could keep it in no more and exploded
inside her in a burst of ecstasy. I collapsed exhausted on the bed. Then the
shame of what I had just done in front of a hall full of people hit me like a
mallet to the face. My Mum's voice was soft and soothing as a finger stroked
my cheek. "Things are going to be a lot different from now on, Glenn" she
said. "You'll just have to get used to it, like your Dad did". I watched as
Mum got up and started to slam Dad around the mat once more. Yes things were
going to be different all right. I now had a superwoman Mother to physically
dominate me and to worship all night long. The thought made me smile and I
felt my groin begin to stir.