Lockdown wrestling with Mum by JimP suggested by Sagar Sagar Young man and his mother find a way to alleviate the boredom. (c)Jim P 2022 "No, James! How much longer is this going to go on?" Mum cried. "It"s not humane keeping us cooped up like this!" I took her hand to comfort her as we sat on the sofa. Bozo was on the telly proudly proclaiming all the great work he was doing to save us by giving loads more taxpayer money to his multi-millionaire chums to pocket while giving us more restrictions with a mocking smirk on his big fat rich face. "He never sticks to the rules, it"s one rule for us and none for them," I remarked. "The Police were out in force today in their helicopters flying low to check up on us so they can issue more fines. That's all they care about, making money!" Mum wasn"t coping well. Gran was very ill in hospital with the virus and we weren"t allowed to visit. There were just the two of us in a flat and so left to me, an 18 year old boy to put my arm around her shoulders for re-assurance as I had done ever since this began. That first night she surprised me by coming into my room and slipping into bed, wanting to cuddle up because she didn"t want to be alone. She was frightened as were we all and so I had to look out for her just she had done for me as a single mother. It was comforting having someone to snuggle up to at night in these worrying times but I felt sorry for those who were on their own. Mother has a homely elegant face, small, slim and long with high cheekbones and a shallow rounded chin. Beneath fine eyebrows are small slender eyes with brown irises set above a short slender nose with slightly flared nostrils. Her mouth is quite small and pert with slim lips while her naturally curly brown hair was worn short, off the forehead and clear of her ears. In her late 40"s, she stood around 5"3" in bare feet with a nice figure with a fair-size bust, that she kept trim through diet, yoga, aerobics, aqua and jogging. Until furlough, Mum worked as an assistant in a pharmacy and dressed conservatively in smart jacket-like tops and knee-length skirts that revealed her long slim lower legs, worn with high heels that showed off shapely calves with small hard heart-shaped slabs of toned muscle that I found fascinating and, I admit, quite sexy to watch. "It"s alright for multi-millionaires like him to tell us to isolate when they"ve got huge blooming country estates to walk about in without encountering anyone except the butler!" she remarked bitterly as the floppy haired charlatan continued in his self-praise. "He should try being cooped up for weeks in a 2-bedroom flat with no balcony let alone garden." As a short "circuit-break" stretched into months of never-ending curtailment of freedom, we were bored and agitated in our "bubble". At least I had my college course to occupy me although doing so remotely over a flaky Internet connection was frustrating at times. I missed hanging out with my mates in person and looking at girls wishing I wasn"t too tongue-tied to speak to them! Mum however was going stir-crazy being stuck in the flat except the few occasions she was permitted to go out for "essential trips". Her once a day authorised jog for health reasons got longer and longer and risked a fine from The Police but it was good for her mental health. We needed something to do together and break the boredom. I had read some stories by Jim Priest where young men got defeated and dominated by their mothers which gave me a massive boner and caused some messy accidents dreaming I was in their place with my own mum! Searching for real-life examples, I found clips of boys playfully wrestling their mums. They were usually annoying boastful kids who I hoped would be put in their place but too often the whole thing was ruined by irritating younger kids and dogs running around. That got me thinking seriously about wrestling Mum. Not in a pervy way but for fun and to break the tedium, although I admit the idea of getting to grips with her was quite exciting. The more I thought about it, the more eager I became but couldn"t see her agreeing. She takes things very seriously and usually has a sour expression that I"m sure puts men off. The next day after finishing my course work I took my phone with a few links of the better videos I"d found to show Mum in the hope I could convince her to give it a go. As I entered the living room, she was doing Yoga on a large mat. I had to admit that she looked good in a short-sleeved tight-fitting pale blue leotard that flattered her mature yet trim figure. This was worn over sheer tan-coloured tights that made her legs look unblemished and sensational. Unusually for such a straight-laced church-going woman, the leotard was cut very high over her hips and I found myself staring at what was on show. Doing leg stretches oblivious to my presence, it was fascinating to watch the "old lady" yet made me feel like a peeping tom. Her arms and shoulders look toned while those legs were long, lean and flexible. I was about to announce my presence when she grabbed the heel of a foot in each hand and spread her legs into a wide V-shape. That caused a strong lurch in my groin as my eyes were drawn along her inner thighs to the narrow gusset of her leotard stretched provocatively tight over her crotch. I forced myself to look away and turned to return to my room. "Oh hello, dear. Did you want something?" "It"s OK, I"ll come back when you"ve finished." "Don"t be daft. Sit down," she indicated the sofa. "Keep me company." I did as she asked and watched as she lay on her back with her legs together and straight. They rose vertically in perfect unison and then bent at the hips to fold over above her until her shins were over her face before returning back to the floor to repeat the exercise. "Not bad for a woman my age?" "Not bad at all, mum," I replied feeling pervy for watching how limber she was. Getting onto all fours on her front with her nylon-clad buttocks pointing right at me, Mum stretched a leg out behind her then bent it back high several times before repeating it with the other leg. With full view of the skimpy gusset protecting her modesty, it was mesmerising but caused a stirring where it shouldn"t! "So what do you want"" she asked while exercising her sleek body. "We should do something together to break the monotony and help bond us better. Something fun." "We could do Yoga together." Now on her back, her hands and feet pressed against the floor as she nimbly pushed herself into a high back bridge with her flat belly thrust into the air while her barely-covered crotch thrust towards me. I felt an alarming lurch in my dick and quickly averted my eyes. "Not my idea of fun," I groaned. "Then what?" "We wrestle," I told her. "For fun, not to hurt each other," I added seeing the corners of her mouth turn down in disapproval. "A playful tussle to unwind and forget the scary things going on in the world". Her face remained hard and unsmiling. "There is enough violence in the world without you adding to it," she replied making her displeasure plain. I was trying think of a response when I stopped to stare in awe as Mum supported her whole body steadily upon her hands in a handstand with both legs off the floor, held straight and stretched out together behind her angled slightly upwards. How did she keep so rock steady" I really wanted to wrestle that fit body! "That"s amazing, Mum!" I gasped while my dick lurched again. "Please Mum, I really want to do this. It will be fun, we won"t hurt each other. We can make it interesting, like the loser will have to do all the chores until the next match." "I don"t know." "I"ve got some videos we can watch." Mum stopped to sit down beside me on the sofa. Telecasting the links to the TV we watched a few together. "Really James, and how young were those kids" 7" 8?" she said. "It"s alright playing like that at that age." She never did, I thought bitterly to myself. I couldn't remember her ever playing with me as a kid. "But not an 18-year old!" "Come on Mum, we need a break from the tedium! It will be good for our mental health and bring us closer. Give it a try and if it doesn"t work we"ll have to think of something else." Mum nodded in reluctance. "And what"s with the horrible little brats and dogs running around?" "We haven"t got any of them in our "bubble" so we"ll just have to do without." "OK, we"ll give it a go tomorrow." I was so excited about wrestling Mum, I hardly got any sleep and couldn"t focus on college the following day. Any concern that she might change her mind was put to rest as whenever I took a comfort break, I found her watching more son v mum wrestling videos. Finishing my course work, I got into a clean pair of shorts and T-shirt then entered the living room filled with anticipation. The furniture had been moved back to create a space where several towels joined mum"s mat on the floor. My heart soared in anticipation. "So you decided to turn up," she said, entering wearing an orange leotard and sheer tan tights. "I thought you had run away from home to avoid this day of reckoning." "And miss this opportunity to show my yummy mummy who"s boss," I grinned. Standing 6 inches shorter than my 5"9" and looking the homely motherly type, I was confident that this would not only be fun but an easy win. "I think the winner should do a victory pose standing over the loser and take a selfie as evidence of their win then post it on social media if they refuse the chores." "Yes, she will," she added, stony-faced. I was thrilled as we faced each other. This was actually going to happen! "Let"s get this clear. There will be no silliness, no dancing around, no punching or kicking and no inappropriate behaviour," she told me sternly. "Fine and you don"t go for my balls," I kidded and she glared daggers at me. We began to circle each other warily with our arms open ready to grapple and big smiles because neither of us really knew what we were doing. Mum looked sleek in leotard and tights making me eager to get hold of her. "Well let"s go then!" she announced and suddenly rushed towards me. In excitement, our arms came together and locked up. Exhilaration filled me as I stood chest to chest battling with her arms. "Is that the best you can do?" Mum teased as I tried and failed to get a headlock on her. I was delighted by her chuckling and a rare smile that brightened up her demeanour. Mum managed to grab my left wrist with her right hand and I was shocked by the totally unexpected strength of her grip. As I was trying not to wince, she made a grab for my head with her other arm. Our bodies pressed against each other in a thrilling way as I tried to resist. I was surprised when she managed to slip an arm around the back of my neck and pulled my head down by her side! That had me worried but hooked my right leg around the back of hers and swept her foot away beneath her. Because we were tangled up we went down together and ended up rolling around the floor grappling. Given her 'timid dormouse' nature I was taken aback by how vigorously she fought, resisting anything I tried and attacking with an energy I had not expected. Rolling back and forth with our bodies entwined as each tried to get the upper hand, the feel of a woman's body pressing against mine was electrifying as we pitted ourselves against each other. Attempting to get on top to pin Mum, she bucked sharply with her legs while twisting her hips to flip me onto my back! Rolling that svelte figure on top, she went to grab my neck but I managed to push back against her chin to force her off. Springing back immediately to pin me, I bucked my hips and rocked from side to side to unseat her. Getting to my knees, I found she had done the same and faced me with an intense look of eagerness. Her arms whipped out to grab my head and pulled it down by her side then clasped hands to lock it in place. The back of my neck was tucked beneath her arm which hooked tightly around it forcing the side of my face up against the side of her chest looking out past her back with a view of the side of her buttocks visible by the high cut of her leotard. Shocked that Mum had me in a reversed side-headlock, the feel of her sleekly clad body against me was exhilarating. "Having problems, James"" she teased as I struggled and failed to escape. "No match for your old mum?" I never expected Mum to provide a real challenge and it made things really thrilling. The grip of her arm around my neck was much stronger than I had expected. Reaching out with my right hand, I discovered her slim arms were very firm and taut! "Not so cocky now are you, son?" Pushing against her stomach with my hands I was astonished how flat and firm it was with absolutely no give at all. It was like pushing against a brick wall! "Still think you can beat me" Think again," she told me sounding smug, clearly enjoying this. I could hear her chuckling as I tugged and pushed, struggling to escape her surprisingly tight headlock. Finally, I managed to get an arm around her waist and lock up with my other hand then summoning all the strength I had, bulldozed her backwards across the floor until she tripped and fell. Taking me with her, we hit the floor and her hold loosened allowing me to escape. I'd never seen the old maid so excited as she flung herself at me with a furious expression trying to recapture my head. Mum was positively glowing with energy and I'd never seen her enjoying herself so much before. She really was very competitive and determined as the sweat poured off me while we struggled back and forth. Finally I managed to get on top and push her arms to the floor to pin beneath my shins. "Submit Mum?" I asked then tweaked her nose. "Ow! Stop it!" she shrieked with a mix of giggles and outrage. She shrieked and giggled some more when I began tickling her sides. "That"s cheating!" she shrieked between gales of laughter. "Then submit." "OK, you win. I submit!" I got a buzz hearing those words. "That was a good match and you were much better than I expected but you lost which means you"re doing the chores," I told her then stood up. "Yes, dear," she replied and went to rise. "Oh no, you stay there. Remember?" I told her as I got my phone. I took great relish as I took a selfie with one foot upon Mum's body as she lay in defeat. The following evenings went much the same way with mum putting up a spirited attack and defence which made me work hard and all the more enjoyable because of it. After much rolling around on the floor I managed to get her in different holds until finally finding one I could keep her in and force a submission. However she got fed up with losing and didn't want to continue. I was devastated because I enjoyed the close physical contact. Maybe I'd been too rough and promised to be more gentle but she was adamant. I suggested alternatives which she rejected until I mentioned arm-wrestling and surprised when she agreed. Facing each other laying on the mat with our right hands clasped and our elbows on the mat we stared into each other"s eyes trying to look tough. "Best of 3. You"re going to be doing those chores again in a minute, Mum," I boasted. She gave me an unimpressed look. "Don"t you know pride comes before a fall?" I counted down then went to slam her hand down to the floor. "Have we started yet?" she stated staring coldly into my eyes. I strained against her arm which stayed upright and absolute steady like it was made of iron! "You seem to be having problems and I haven"t even begun yet." My arm was trembling as I poured all my strength into it but still her arm was rock-steady! Mum was just an ordinary housewife who didn"t lift heavy weights or do sports. She couldn"t be as strong as this! I pushed my arm as hard as I could but still her arm didn"t budge. "Enough with your childish boasting, let mummy show you how it"s done," she said with an arrogant smirk. I never expected Mum"s upper arm and forearm to thicken while an irresistible force began to drive my hand a good 30 degrees from vertical. My face make awkward contortions and heated up while the sweat formed on my brow. I could feel the muscles in my arm pumping and straining as they began to tire yet Mum seemed to have boundless energy. It"s not like she does serious weight training apart from small neoprene dumbbells and her arms weren"t outwardly muscular. Then I remembered that amazing handstand yoga pose. Maybe that had built up her arm strength" Staring at me with her hard set eyes and nonchalant expression, I"m clenching my teeth to stop myself from crying out loud as the muscles in my arm burn. I try not to stare at her rounded breasts at the front of her form-fitting leotard with very erect nipples looking like they were going to burst right out! It took all of my effort and concentration to oppose the rate of descent enough to stop her slamming my hand to the mat but not enough to halt it"s descent while Mum just stared with a calm smugness. Why can"t I stop her let alone beat her" I was stunned as the back of my hand was pushed steadily lower despite my efforts yet worryingly the feel of her unexpected strength was making me stiff! "So much for your big mouth writing cheques your arse can't cash," she taunted, shocking me with the crudity. I tried with all my might to stop the slow descent of my hand towards defeat but was failing. "I"m enjoying the look of panic and pain in your eyes as you realise that I'm stronger than you." A mighty surge of power through her arm made me realise she had been holding back and made my cock lurch as the back of my hand slammed against the mat. "You"re doing the chores tonight, son!" "I wasn"t ready, you caught me unawares," I lied shocked by her inexplicable strength. "Very well, 2 out 3 remember" Maybe you like losing to mummy?" We took up our places again facing each other with our right hands locked. Again I noticed her erect nipples and pupils dilated in excitement. "3, 2" I began pushing on "2" and was pleased to be moving her arm down before to my horror, it stopped dead then began pushing back the other way. "Cheating will get you nowhere" she scolded with a firm set to her mouth. There was nothing I could to stop the back of my hand heading towards the mat at a steady pace and watched in humiliation while a hard-on grew in my shorts! "Yes!" Mum cried in victory. To my utter amazement, Mum raised her right arm bent at the elbow with the forearm pointing up and flexed in victory. I was stunned as her upper arm thickened noticeably around the biceps. My Mum had muscles! No wonder my cock lurched strongly at the sight of a long mound of hardness along the top of the upper arm while her forearm had a thickness around the base that gave it a strong appearance. "Last try," I begged. "2 out of 3 makes me the winner." I knew that but wanted to experience again the power of muscles I never suspected she possessed. "Please Mum. Let's try our left arms," I suggested, praying that she didn't glance down and spot the stiffness in my shorts. "I"m all too happy to hand you a good thrashing 3 times in a row." This time I couldn"t stop staring at her upper arm as it swelled with exciting muscular shapes while my smirking stern-faced mum powered my left hand down steadily to the mat. There was no mistake about it, Mum had small but definite biceps and her wrists and forearms were brawny enough to be unopposable. "Yes!" she cried in elation and stood up. Raising both arms, muscle-Mum flexed her low but hard looking biceps in celebration. I stared at in awe, unable to stop my cock beating steadily at the inexplicable but arousing sight. Maybe it was what I secretly dreamt about but never expected it to happen for real. How could she be as strong as that" As she took a selfie of herself standing over me with a foot on my chest while flexing her biceps there was nothing I could do to prevent my cock rising high in salute. "Oh Mum!" I gasped, dreadfully turned on, getting to my feet. "You"ve got muscles!" "Everyone has muscles, dear." "Can I feel it?" I didn"t want to sound too eager but I really wanted to feel her biceps. "Go ahead, James," she sounded smug and rolled up the right short sleeve to her shoulders so I could see the object of my veneration in all its glory. Trying not to let my hand shake I laid my palm over the thick low bulge on top of Mum"s upper arm. It was smooth-skinned, feminine and gently curved yet rock-hard. My own arm now seemed weedy by comparison! My erection was stiffer than I had ever experienced and was terrified she would notice. I wanted to remove my hand and return to my room, praying it went down before I did my chores but I was addicted and wanted to feel more. "That"s amazing, Mum. It really is," I told her in total honesty, trying to keep the yearning out of my voice as my dick beat steadily inside my pants. Stretching out my fingers I tried to enclose the bulging muscle with my thumb reaching for its bottom. The first thing that astounded me was that I could barely do it due to its hardness which embarrassingly wasn"t as soft as mine. "Beating you today was fun," Mum told me. "It"s got to be really humiliating having your mum defeat you 3 times straight." "It"s so hard! It"s amazing!" I gasped. "I felt really sorry for you. You tried so hard but the outcome was always the same." "You did really well today, Mum," I answered in a distracted tone. I swear I could feel the latent strength and it made me feel weak and diminished. Were her biceps a bit bigger than mine" They certainly were much harder! That made me feel inferior. She"s my mum for Pete"s sake! To my surprise Mum grabbed my hands and stretched out my arms wide so we were chest to chest with the forearms vertical. Now that our arms were together, not only did I see both of her biceps bulging solidly up-close but I could also feel their power as she completely immobilised my arms. "Look! My biceps are bigger than yours. Aren"t they James?" I didn't want to think about it. It was so emasculating! Not only did her biceps look more solid and bigger than mine, her forearms had a definite brawny sweep along the outer edge while wider at the base and looked strong too. I was certain they would completely overwhelm me in a trial of strength. All she had to do was angle her hands down to force me to my knees and I would have no chance. My cock throbbed hard at the thought and wishing she would do it! I also noted her slender yet well-defined shoulder caps and noticeable clean lines of her clavicle and small but definite slops of trapezius muscle from the back of her neck to her shoulders. It was something that I never really noticed before. "You really should do Yoga. It"s so embarrassing for you to be easily overpowered by your own mummy at arm-wrestling." "Please stop going on about it," I mumbled feeling crest-fallen. I wanted to go to my room, but Mum"s grip on my hands was steely tight. With our bodies pressed together how could she fail to notice my throbbing boner pressing against her belly" "I need more of a challenge. I can"t wait to get back to wrestling you again properly" she said with a look of eagerness. Suddenly her hips thrust forwards driving her firm belly into my hard-on pushing it upwards against her taut flat front. I groaned softly as that tantalising bump caused a small leakage into my pants. "What was that"" she asked, her eyes narrowing in suspicion as she released my hands. "Eh, nothing, sorry," I apologised, shame-faced and rushed to my room to get changed. The next day was Saturday and Mum was out for her daily jog so I slumped down on the sofa flicking through the TV channels trying to find something to watch. Going to the video app I saw the history full of wrestling videos, none of which I recognised. This was how mum would have felt if she came across my browsing history, OK maybe not as bad as that! When she finally returned and had a shower she appeared in a bathrobe to find me playing a computer game. "I want to wrestle now, James." Surprised, I tried to hide my excitement. "Since you are not a kid, we will wrestle like grown-ups and keep going as long as we can. None of that stopping after a submission malarkey because the matches will be too short and there"s not much else to do around here." Maybe I should have thought about that before answering but I was up for it. "Fine by me," I told her and hurried off to change. I returned to find Mum in another daringly high-cut leotard. Maybe it was designed that way to allow full movement of the legs, but it kept distracting my eyes to the continuous amount of tan-nylon from the sides of her buttocks sweeping up to her slim hips. For a mature woman she looked in pretty good condition. All that exercise had given her a firm trim body with a flat stomach and no signs of cellulite or wrinkles. That just increased my desire to get her on the mat. "Are you going to keep staring or are we going to wrestle?" she told me adopting a wrestling stance. Taking up a position opposite on new gym mats which she must have ordered online, I was taken aback by her excited look of eagerness. "I can"t wait to make you beg for mercy, son," she said looking serious. "Careful mum, I don"t want to have to hurt you." "Oh that"s a risk I"m willing to take. There"s a big pile of laundry with your name on it next to a pile of dirty dishes." Locking hands, we leant slightly into each other staring into the other"s eyes. Mum"s brown eyes looked hard and determined but I equally wanted to beat her. Trying to ignore her wobbling bust, our bodies pressed together and I managed to hook my right arm around the side of her neck. Turning sideways into her, I secured a headlock while getting close enough to kick her near-side leg away. We went down together to the mat and I landed on top. Before I could complete a pin, Mum launched a determined resistance and we ended up rolling around the mats with our arms grabbing onto what we could. The feel of her mature body against me was stimulating. I got her on her back again but she managed to bend her legs between us. Pressing the soles of her feet against my belly, I felt a tremendous surge of strength as her legs straightened suddenly sending me flying. Struggling to get my head around what just happened, Mum leapt upon me and rolled me onto my back then laid across my body with a forearm across my throat. "You"re finished," she stated, looking down into my eyes with a wide grin. Putting her upper body-weight behind her forearm with the bony side pressing into my throat, I began to choke. No! this couldn"t be happening! Mum just stared coldly into eyes with no sign of remorse. "Well that was easier than I expected," she remarked with a hint of a smirk. I struggled in vain to buck my hips to knock her off. "Still think mummy is easy prey?" I began to panic, I couldn't breathe, Mum was choking me! Her stern face came closer while watching me then said one word. "Submit." My cock went instantly rigid and began beating! I"ve never experienced a reaction like that before. Panicking I frantically rocked my body from side to side and managed to dislodge her. Before I could get to my knees to counterattack, Mum leapt astride my back. Trying to shake her off, her arms slid beneath my arm-pits with the forearms folding up towards my shoulders. Interlacing her fingers her palms pressed against the back of my head to force it forward while my arms stuck out like useless branches. She had me in a full nelson! Then the old maid used the weight of her upper body and the control of my neck with her hands to drive me face-first to the mats. Not only had Mum immobilised my arms but I couldn"t move to to dislodge her as her full weight was now on my back with her legs spread out for stability. "Funny isn't it, a young man being totally demolished by his own mum?" She had control of my arms and I could do nothing about it! Being totally dominated by her aroused me as if deep down I really liked it. I felt her warm breath close behind my right ear making it tingle. "I bet you never thought your old mum could beat you so easily?" I couldn"t even move my head as she pinned me down so effectively! Ashamed that my own mother had me helpless, my cock grew stiff knowing that I was just a toy in her hands. "Do you still think your mum is too old and out of shape to wrestle?" "You"ve got me good, Mum," I admit. "But you can"t force a submission like this." I tried to find purchase with my feet on the floor to force up my back end to buck Mum off. Moving her hands down to the centre of my shoulder blades, she ruthlessly pressed down with her hands while raising her elbows to increase the stress on my arm joints as well as my back and shoulders. With my cheek pressed hard against the mat, I yelped as keeping my arms locked she leapt forward into a crouch sitting in the small of my back. Unable to prevent it, her hands slipped to clamp on my wrists then proceeded to pull my arms behind me causing me to cry out at the discomfort in my shoulder blades. Yelping at the pain in my arm-sockets as she straighten my arms behind me, my hands brushed against the sides of her leotard-clad body. "Ow! Let go! You"re going to damage my shoulders!" I yelp. Behind me, my arms were lowered and it was exciting although somehow naughty to feel the warmth of Mum"s inner thighs against the insides of my arms. Forcing my wrists down, she bent my arms over the top of her thighs with my hands dangling down past her outer thighs. To my surprise, Mum"s hands let go but as I tried to raise my arms off her legs, I was shocked to find that I physically couldn"t unhook them! "I"m not even holding your arms!" she taunted. "Please, I give. You're breaking my shoulders." Things got worse as the palms of Mum"s hands reached around the sides of my face to cup my chin with interlocked fingers. "No!" I groaned as her arms pulled back lifting my head from the floor in a camel clutch! Pulling back on my chin forcing my head to lift, her palms pressed uncomfortably against my cheeks while forcing my jaws together. "Can"t teach an old dog new tricks, eh James?" Mum's hands pulled my head higher, bending it back uncomfortably upon my neck and forcing me to clench my eyes. My groans of pain got louder as my back felt like it was burning while my shoulder joints ached. "Ah ah! Stop! It hurts!" I cried out as my chin rose, straining my neck while my chest rolled back off the floor. "Surely you"re more flexible than that" Maybe you should learn Yoga?" Mum yanked my chin even harder until my head was well above the level of her knees while my belly peeled back from the mat. The pain in my back, shoulder joints and neck was unbearable. "Please stop!" I begged as agony seared up my spine. "Isn"t this what you wanted" To wrestle mummy" This is fun." With that mum pulled my head right back until I was staring up at the ceiling screaming my head off. "Hush, what will the neighbours think," she told me slipping a hand over my mouth to silence me. "They"ll probably think I"m killing you." Devastated to be utterly beaten and humiliated by Mum like this, she kept me in that agonising hold for what must have been several minutes until I was a sobbing wreck! A sobbing wreck with a huge erection! At last Mum lowered my head to a less agonising angle. "You big baby!" she scolded. Her hands left my arms and I thought she was going to release me so was puzzled when I sensed her lean back. A hand grabbed my right shin in a steely grip then bent it back towards my arse then did the same to my other shin. I whimpered as she pressed down until the back of my calves were pressing against the back of my upper legs then felt her back press against the top of my feet forcing them to bend, applying even more hurt. She had me folded up like a package in an excruciating and inescapable hold! "Please Mum!" I begged. She wasn't the most loving of mothers but I never expected her to laugh at my discomfort, keeping me in that tortuous hold even longer to demonstrate her authority before releasing my legs. Instead of letting me up, Mum kept me face down on the floor with my arms uselessly hooked behind me over the top of her silky nylon-sheathed thighs. Her lower legs moved and I felt her feet press against the back of my neck as she crossed ankles while the weight of her calves pressed upon the tops of my shoulders. I groaned as her inner thighs pressed in against my upper arms forcing them closer together behind my back and stressing my shoulders so much I feared they would break. I was being pressed face down on the floor and restrained solely by Mum's legs which were applying pressure in several places. "I"m only using my legs!" she exclaimed in excitement. Once again I was surprised that Mum had got me in more than a basic hold, this time a lotus lock. I sensed her lean back to focus more power through her long slim legs and boy did I feel it! The inside of her thighs close to her knees pressed against the sides of my elbows forcing my arms further inwards towards the middle of my back stressing my elbows and my arm sockets as my arms were made to go where they are not designed! I was completely helpless and the pressure on my arms and joints was agonising. "Orrrr Mum!" I groaned through gritted teeth. There was no doubt it was a really painful hold which Mum applied in demonstration of the power of her legs. Her lean legs were like steel bars, locking up my arms painfully behind my back and compressing my shoulder blades while pressing my face into the mat. It was so humiliating and yet perversely sexy at the same time. "Orr no no!" I groaned in agony. A further increase in the power of Mum"s inner thighs squeezed both arms against each in the centre of my back. "You"re going to break my arms! I give!" I cried. "I love this power over you!" she exclaimed, ignoring my cries. With my arms shrieking in agony, Mum began rolling from one side to the other over and over. Crying in pain, I had no choice but to follow as she was in total control. I couldn"t believe that my own mother was such a mistress of domination wrestling and I hate to admit it but my dick was pulsating. Finally she stopped, still sitting close to my butt and easing the agonising pressure of her inner thighs to use her arms to re-hook my arms over the top of her thighs once more. "No more, Mum, I beg." "Oh just one more thing I really want to try on you, dear," she replied. The fear grew as Mum's left forearm slipped across the front of my throat then folded around my neck, wedging it in the crook of her arm. Grabbing her right arm around the biceps with her left hand she slapped her right hand upon the top of my head and pushed firmly down pressing my throat tighter into the crook of her arm. I knew what she was trying to do and was terrified. "No mum! It"s too dangerous!" "This looks so powerful and exciting, I just had to try it out." Her lean arms are wrapped tight around my neck and I could feel their strength choking me, making me cough. My arms were immobilised and there was nothing I could do to stop Mum applying an alarming sleeper hold. Despite their size, her arms were strong and I couldn't breath while I swear I could feel the blood cut off from my brain. "Are you feeling sleepy, baby?" I wanted to tap out but couldn"t move my arms and I realised too late that I hadn"t explained to her about tapping! "Please stop! You win!" I begged. In alarm I felt the veins at my temples throb and began to feel woozy while my face heated up and had fits of coughing as Mum's taut arms pulled my head back above the level of her knees while applying a terrific pressure to my neck. Instead of showing motherly concern, I heard her laughing and realised in horror that she really enjoyed torturing me like this and release is not going to come anytime soon. The thought that Mum has the power to put me away with her lean bare arms makes my cock incredibly stiff. "Looks like you"re running out of puff! Your old mum is still in shape and kicking your arse. God this is so exhilarating! This power over you makes me feel so...PHROAR!" I was shocked to hear her talking like that but my heartbeat was now pounding in my ears, the sweat was pouring of my brow and my vision blurred while my eyelids fluttered uncontrollably. Mum was so masterful and dominant, totally in control of my destiny with her lithe muscular arms and my cock was rubbing away at the inside of my pants. It was no use fighting it and I relaxed submitting to the power of my wrestling muscle mother. I had to close my eyes just for a second and felt a warm sensation spreading from my cock. My eyes opened with a start to the sound of Mum"s voice showing concern. "James, are you alright"" Kneeling by my side she leant over looking anxious as I lay on my back. What I was doing there" it took me a few moments to remember as the fog cleared from my brain. "I"m fine," I told her, feeling shaken. "I knocked you out! I actually knocked you out!" she exclaimed. "That"s why you shouldn"t try everything you see on the Internet," I told her thinking she was worried about what had happened. "It felt so good! I felt so powerful, so strong! so sexy! so PHROAR!" I never expected to hear that from my God-fearing mother! "You ignored my submissions!" I protested. "Oh don"t be such a snowflake! You"re not a little kid. You wanted to wrestle me and you got it!" "It"s dangerous to knock people out without proper training." "You"re just a bad loser," she told me as she got to her feet. I was too distressed to move. "Get up, James. There"s lots more wrestling to do," she said in such a commanding tone that I found myself meekly obeying. Mum"s ruthlessness really shook me but as she stood before me I was captivated by her lithe limber body. If it were any other woman I wouldn"t have felt ashamed about the lurches my cock gave but this fit mature body in a form-fitting leotard had the face of my straight-laced mother which conflicted my emotions. Her long slim legs were shapely with beautiful long curves caused by the back of her calves, the front of her thighs and also along the hamstrings at the back of her upper legs. I never really paid much attention to her legs before, most of the time they were covered up apart from when she exercised, but now I kept staring at them. Maybe it was the tights covering up any defects and blemishes but they looked great. With my desire to grapple with her re-ignited, I wanted payback. Rushing forwards, I went low to grab Mum"s ankles and pulled her feet out from under her. She fell onto her back with an indignant squeal as I raised her feet high then began pushing her legs down towards her upper body, standing behind them as I did. As I folded her body, I leant over her raised backside to add my weight to the back of her legs to force them down. "Stop it!" she commanded. Laying on top of the back of her legs, I pressed them down until the top of her thighs met her chest with the shins in front of her face. With Mum folded double beneath me, I became acutely aware that my groin was pressing right against her rounded buttocks and couldn"t help the natural although embarrassing reaction! Looking down at Mum"s face through the gap between her calves as they angled towards the floor on either side, there was no sign of any discomfort. "How does that feel Mum?" I sneered, expecting her to be begging for submission. "You really should do Yoga, James. It keeps you flexible," she told me with a sneer. To my astonishment her legs began moving, the back of her legs pressing against my front actually lifting me with them. The back of Mum"s yoga-trained legs were exerting a surprisingly strong force against me as they rose away from her folded up body despite my weight leaning on the back of them! I was riding them as if I was just something she used to exercise her legs! I had read that women had proportionately stronger lower-body strength then men but had dismissed that as feminist claptrap, but now knew different as I was lifted steadily by Mum"s legs. With her face set in determined concentration as she stared at me, the leggy feminine power was so exciting that my boxer shorts could do nothing to hide my excitement! Mum"s legs were nearly pointing straight towards the ceiling, which was not a tenable place for me to be and I fell to the floor. Falling fast and whipping out like tentacles, her legs caught my neck and crossed ankles before I could react. My throat was trapped in the crook of her right leg while the other leg was against the base of my neck and stretched out straight forming a figure 4 with my neck in the middle. Grabbing her right leg either side of her knee I tried to pull it away from my throat but her legs went rigid instantly with a shocking force and slammed me down upon my back on the mat. Before I could try to sit up again, her legs began squeezing. That"s when Mum discovered her strong legs and I found myself in a whole new world of trouble! The pain from her slim legs was intense as I found out why it was called a scissor hold. It was like Mum was trying to cut my neck with her legs! Struggling to pull Mum"s legs away from my neck, my hands just encountered what felt like steel slabs beneath soft silky-smooth nylon. Her legs felt sensational and it was highly arousing yet scary at the same time because of the absurd levels of power crushing down upon my neck. She didn"t even lift proper weights yet I was stuck-fast between her unexpectedly strong legs. I re-doubled my efforts to escape by using my legs to pump my hips up and down and twisting my body, but made no headway and only tired myself out. "You"re not going to get out of there in a hurry, James," Mum told me with her cold brown eyes watching me like a predator. "That's what you get if you do Yoga and jogging. You might as well give in now to mummy, little boy." "No..way!" I struggled to gasp with the back of her knee pressing down on my throat. I was being strangled by my mum's legs and getting turned on by it as much as it scared me! A horrid quack left my lips as to my surprise and horror, Mum found more strength to increase the pressure as the back of her knee crushed down upon my throat like a vice! "Is that really hurting, James"" she asked. Frantic at having my air choked off, I clutched at her leg trying to find some way to pull it away from my neck but it was like between trapped in oversized scissors with no give. I opened my mouth but couldn"t even voice a submission. "Wow, I guess it is if you can't even answer. This feels amazing!" Realizing the hopelessness of the situation I tapped her thigh to indicate my surrender. Mum just glared at me looking quite scary with her stern sour expression. Maybe she hadn"t felt it, so I tapped again except a bit firmer. "Stop smacking my legs!" she scolded. "Or I will mum-handle you some more and believe me there are a whole more holds I'm keen to try out on you, young man!" In dawning horror I realised I still hadn"t explained about tapping out! I frantically signalled with my hands to stop but when she ignored me, I had no choice so tapped her thighs again. "What did I tell you, you wilful boy!" she scolded. I couldn't believe it as Mum straightened her legs to pour even more power through her legs causing the crook of her right leg to crush my windpipe absolutely closed. My cock surged in stiffness at the remarkable strength of her legs that I never suspected before. "Do..not..smack..mummy"s..legs!" she emphasised each word with a hard shake of my head by her legs that sent my mind spinning and my cock lurching. I admit that I have a secret fetish for strong dominant women but that was not the reason I wanted to wrestle Mum. However the astonishing way she was destroying me with her legs and the way she had picked up devastating holds from videos had changed my opinion of the sour-faced old maid. Up until now I didn"t want to admit the disturbing effect her domination over me in wrestling had. Now suffering real pain by being squeezed by her powerful shapely legs my cock was as stiff as the Eiffel tower! "That better not be what I think it is sticking up at the front of your shorts!" Oh God no! She"d noticed. The shame of it all. Maybe it was the lack of oxygen or accepting my helplessness in Mum's legs but I gave up struggling and went into this weird zoned out state, light-headed with an epic boner while being scissored by a strong-legged Amazon that was my mum. It was like a fantasy come true except tinged with wrongness and shame. As the darkness closed in and my heartbeat became over-loud in my ears, I could no longer keep my eyes open while a strange metallic taste filled my mouth. I opened my mouth wide for one final gasp of air, but received none. I opened my eyes and wondered what the hell was going on and why I was laying on the floor with a dainty pair of feet clad in sheer tan nylon before me. Looking up, I saw Mum standing over me with a very flattering form-fitting leotard and tights with her hands on her hips and a stern expression. "You have some explaining to do, young man!" Why was she angry" We were wrestling and.. it all came back to me. "You knocked me out, even though I tapped on your thigh to signal that I submit because I couldn"t tell you!" "Don"t interrupt me when I"m talking to you!" she glared down at me, making me feel small. "I wondered what your ulterior motive was." I opened my mouth but she stared so fiercely I closed it again. "An 18 year old boy who thinks he"s a man but wants to wrestle his mum?" Another chilling glare as I dared open my mouth again. "I"ve seen you watching when I do Yoga and don"t think I haven"t noticed that thing in your shorts. Don't deny it!" she snapped before I'd even opened my mouth. "I realise that boys fancying their mothers is part of growing up and nothing to be ashamed of but as far as having sex with me. That is against God"s will and the natural order of things!" I went to sit up but mum placed a foot in the middle of my chest and firmly pressed me back down. "I don"t want sex with you!" I protested. "The wrestling was just to take our minds off things while we"re in lockdown." Mum"s eyes hardened and her sour expression tightened. "I took a selfie posing over you after your little mishap." I glanced at the front of my shorts and in horror saw a damp patch that felt sticky inside! "And it wasn't the first time was it"" she glowered. "Go change your pants and shorts then wash them yourself because I"m not touching those disgusting things. Then do the rest of the chores." "Sorry mum. I couldn"t help it." I hung my head in shame, deeply embarrassed and utterly humiliated at what had occurred. With an indignant sniff, Mum turned on her heels and headed off towards her room. Despite all that had happened I couldn"t help watching her shapely muscled calves flex and wane as she walked away, finding them quite beautiful. I was so disgusted with myself and thought that was it for wrestling. Mum would never want to do anything like that with me ever again and who could blame her" I was just a perverted shameful turd. So I was surprised when I entered the living room the next afternoon to find Mum in a figure-hugging leotard asking why I wasn"t changed. All reservations and self-regret went out of the window as I rushed to get changed, determined to redeem myself. From the start it was clear that Mum was really going for it. We'd barely faced off when she swiftly reached down, grabbed my right knee, lifted it high from the floor and slammed me down upon my back. I managed to prevent her following up with a hold but she fought hard. As we grappled on the floor against each other"s bodies struggling to get the upper hand and counter the other"s moves, it was exhilarating and exciting. Coupled closely together in physical combat, Mum was no longer the shrinking violet I had thought and stronger than she looked, putting up a hell of a resistance that I found hard to overcome. Breaking off, Mum tried to get up with her back to me. She only got as far as her knees when I leapt on her from behind, pressing myself against her back to try and get her in a headlock. Struggling and twisting in front of me with her firm well-formed peach of a backside rubbing against my groin, I was alarmed when my cock stiffened as I struggled to keep hold of her. To my surprise, my feet leave the floor as she tries to stand. Stooping forward under my weight clinging to her back, every bump and movement of her arse against my boner just made it harder! I try to hold on but find myself rolling forward with my hardness riding up the groove between her buttocks sending me into bliss. A moment later I was flying forward towards the floor with my body quickly rotating so my head was pointing down while my legs flipped over above me before my back slammed into the mats. Although I knew I had fallen, in my mind it was like Mum had just done a Judo throw on me and my cock was throbbing like crazy! "Wow, way to go Mum!" I exclaimed from the floor as I caught my breath. "That was amazing!" Placing a foot on my chest, Mum stood over me and raised her arms in victory. I was excited at the sight of those small hard biceps and her erect nipples pushing out the fabric of her leotard. She was getting excited by this as much I was. "Ah ah!" she wagged a finger at me. "I"d think about it before getting up if I were you, James because mummy is going to keep putting you in a whole world of pain until you admit defeat." From a kneeling position I charged at Mum keeping my head down and my arms spread wide. My head went against her side as my arms went around her waist. Bulldozing her backwards. She tripped and we went down to the mats. Grabbing one of her feet, I tried to work out how to fold it to get her in a leg-lock. I was too slow and with Mum's frantic struggling her foot escaped my grasp. Grabbing my own feet, she rose with each of my feet tucked beneath her armpits while placing both hands on my upper thighs just above my knees. My bum and most of my back was pulled from the mat as she stood upright. Turning right around, I yelped as my legs were twisted forcing me over onto my front with only my chest in contact with the mat. My feet were still trapped beneath her armpits but now I felt the top of her forearms against the back of my calves as my legs were forcibly bent back at the knees. I grit my teeth at the pain as she began to lower herself into a crouch above my rear-end while bending me back like a pretzel! The pain in my spine was excruciating and I begged for submission which she again ignored. Piling on the hurt by lowering herself until she was sitting on my backside, I was bent almost double while frantically tapping on the mat with both hands with tears streaming down my face. "A young man keeps getting beaten wrestling his mum, I don't know," she teased as she kept me in that agonising position to demonstrate her superiority over me while my dick beat against the floor. "You're just are a blubbering moaning wreck. Admit that your old mum is a much better wrestler than you." "OK Mum, I admit it. You are really good at wrestling. You win. Please let me go and I"ll do the chores," I begged. "Unlike you, I am more than twice your age, have a lot of stamina and am keen to keep going." I felt relief as Mum released my legs and I sat there trying to rub the soreness and aches from my legs and back. "I"ll bet you"ll never underestimate me again," she remarked. "Oh do hurry up. Let"s wrestle." "Please. Let me recover. That flipping well near crippled me," I protested. She was getting impatient to wrestle but I made her wait until I was ready. Finally I got into a kneeling position facing her, planning revenge. Before I could put it into action, Mum sprang forwards, crashing into my body and knocking me to the floor. Throwing herself across my upper chest, her trim leotard-clad body landed hard, knocking some of my breath away. Leaning across me, her firm belly pressed down upon my upper chest. Grabbing my right arm, she slipped an arm beneath it to hook it in the crook of her arm. Seizing my wrist with her other hand, my arm was stretched out while she applied pressure by bending my arm back the wrong way using her arm beneath it as a fulcrum making me yelp in pain. With the weight of Mum"s sleek body laying across my upper chest, she was too high to buck off. There was only one thing I could think of but she wasn"t going to like it. Mum cried in outrage as I smacked her arse with my left hand. "Let go", I cried. With my right arm out of action, I felt the warmth of the inside of Mum"s glorious nylon-sheathed thighs close in against the sides of my left arm and trap it between them. My left arm stood up like a flag pole scissored tightly between her thighs while my right arm was restrained with her arms. Laying across me stretching out my right arm while scissoring my left, my chin was now wedged against her left hip. I was shocked that both my arms were immobilised in such an intimate hold, in close bodily contact with my mother. "You"re going nowhere, sonny Jim," she teased. Struggling to move with my legs, Mum pressed down on my right wrist over-stressing my arm backwards over her arm. "No!" I yelped as searing pain shot up and down my arm from the inside of my elbow. "Is this really the best you can do" Now I understand why I keep winning. I"m the strongest person in this flat and the better fighter." Her stern sour face looked down at me over her shoulder in a way that in my submissive position I found quite smouldering and dominant and in response my cock lurched as if to salute her superiority. I couldn't even move my hands enough to tap out. "Ouch!" I cried as she stressed my arm some more. "OK, you win!" "Not yet, we"ve the rest of the afternoon and evening to find things to do!" Holding my wrist with just one hand, I was alarmed to feel Mum"s other hand steal to the front of my groin and encircle my trouser pole. "No Mum, please!" I begged in alarm. "My, you really get turned on by losing to your mother, I don"t know whether to be angry or flattered." "Please Mum I"m sorry! I can"t help it!" "I expect you would like me to play with this for the rest of the day?" "No Mum!" Placing her fingertips on my shorts at the base of my balls she slowly began to run them up the length of the bottom of my shaft. I"ve never had a woman touch it before and the sensations drove me crazy, making me moan as it threatened to overwhelm my cock. "No Mum please!" I groaned, trying not to blast into her hand. "You wouldn"t stand 5 minutes against me!" Mum shocked me. "You"re ready to mess yourself again, aren"t you, you little pervert. I never realised I"d raised such a deviant." Even though I felt sexually frustrated as Mum removed her hand from my shorts then released me from the cross pin I also felt relief that she hadn"t caused me to disgrace myself again. "Sorry Mum," I apologised as she sat back on her haunches glaring at me. "Shut up and wrestle," she told me impatiently. Waiting for me to recover and resume the fight, Mum looked eager with her nipples visibly erect and sticking out like studs! While she waited she began pressing her arms together in what I guessed was a Yoga exercise. Her slim lithe arms showed no outward sign of the muscle I"d experienced earlier apart from a thickness and definition around the triceps area and suggestion of lean brawniness in her upper arms as they tensed against each other. Her forearms however had more noticeable sinew with strong cords running along them. "Not scared of fighting your old mum are you?" "No," I replied. "Good. Then let"s go!" she exclaimed then pounced. With our arms locked in combat, Mum kicked a foot past my right leg then back-kicked it out from under me. We fell to the mats, our bodies entwined as we rolled around grappling with each other. For a moment I thought I had her but she threw me back. The next second she was upon me wrapping an arm around my neck and the other beneath my opposite armpit before physically rolling me over onto my front. Jumping astride my lower body, Mum pinned my legs by painfully kneeling on the back of my knees. I cried out as she grabbed my right arm and twisted it behind my back while trying to force my hand right up the middle of my back in a painful hammerlock. "OK I give!" I yelped. Suddenly I was howling in indignation as she began to smack my arse! "That"s for daring to smack mummy"s backside! How dare you!" She continued to tan my backside for a bit longer to my discomfort and embarrassment. When Mum let me go, I was so fuming I pounced straight on her, pushing her onto her back. Before I could pin her down, a leg whipped over the front of my belly and another across my lower back. Locking her long lean legs in a body-scissors she tensed her thighs so suddenly it was like a solid punch to the gut that left me speechless and groaning loudly. "Look how hard my thighs are, James! Go on feel them." I"d never experienced anything like it. It was like being crushed between two steel beams. Mum bent her body at the waist so that her face came close to mine, watching me with a steely cold dominant dominant demeanour. "DO IT!" she ordered in a commanding tone that caused a lurch in my dick. Suddenly snapping her legs straight, a brutal wave of power crushed my middle so tightly that gasping in shock, I was forced to obey. In astonishment I found her thighs had swollen in girth and as hard as steel leaving me tapping them as I struggled for breath. To my horror, Mum jerked her strong thighs deeper into my stomach with a strength I couldn"t believe possible. The pressure crushing my middle was cripplingly painful and I tried to scream but my gut felt so deformed that I couldn"t even draw breath to do that. "What! Again?" she exclaimed. In horror and feeling violated, I felt Mum"s hand on the front of my shorts feeling an absolutely massive boner caused by the sheer unadulterated power of her legs and her ruthless dominance. There was no outward sign of such strength but now that she was squeezing hard with unbearable power, her smooth thighs were rock-hard with dense slabs of solid muscle and it just made my cock harder than it ever had been before. "Maybe this will cool your ardour!" Mum"s outer thighs repeatedly relaxed then suddenly flexed hard again, sending crippling pulses of power to slam her inner thighs against my belly. It was like getting punched in the gut over and over. My cock pounded harder and harder at the shockingly agonising constriction of her sleek steel-plated thighs. I had no more resistance to give. With my hands pushing useless at her hard bulging thighs, I threw my head back, opened my mouth wide and tried to scream which came out as a loud moan of agony. The pain was so intense and so unrelenting, my body began to quake, wracked in pain. "I do love you James, but you were the one who wanted to wrestle mummy," she told me with her face close to mine set in that sour-faced look. Suddenly she pulled my face towards her so that our lips met mine before giving me a long kiss on the mouth. It was only a motherly kiss but I nearly spilled my seed while the appalling pressure from her steely thighs remained constant with the occasional thrust from her hips piling on the hurt. Squeezing hard, her thighs vibrated with power as she began lurching her whole body against me, sinking her fearsomely strong thighs even deeper into my middle that I felt my ribs bending to breaking point. I opened my mouth to scream but had nothing in my lungs and diaphragm to drive it out. In a world of appalling crushing pain, my eyes began to flicker and my arms jerked uncontrollably as Mum continued to glare down at me with unsympathetic eyes while her powerful lean legs finished me off. I felt my cock pumping wave after wave of big dollops of warm sticky goo into my pants as I passed out from the unbearable pain. Spent, I had to close my eyes for a second. They flew open suddenly to find Mum sitting astride my waist with her hands upon her hips and an angry look. "Really James! That was disgusting." That"s when I realised that not only had she knocked me out with her surprisingly devastating body-scissors but I'd also messed myself heavily! "Sorry mum," I mumbled feeling my face burn red. I was deeply ashamed of my body"s reaction when she dominated me like that. "Maybe wrestling was a bad idea after all and we should stop doing this." I told her in shame. I just wanted to be away from her accusing glare. "Aren"t you embarrassed that your own mother can overpower you and cause you to have those unnatural reactions?" "Yes Mum," I mumbled shame-faced. "Please let me go and clean up and change then I"ll do the chores." "I never realised my legs were as strong as that before or the effect it had on men like you," she exclaimed. "Squeezing you helpless between them felt good, incredibly good. We"ll continue." Before I could object Mum leapt forward to grab my wrists and began to push them down towards the mat. "Come on, James. Get me off you if you don"t like it," she told me looking down into my eyes with her usual sour demeanour. Sweating and straining like crazy I tried to resist. I told myself that she had gravity on her side but at the back of mind was a thought that perhaps she really was stronger than me. The back of my hands hit the mat on either side of my head in a humiliating short amount of time. Mum leaned over me and I tried not to stare at her hanging bust as she looked down into my eyes with a smug expression. "Are you going to let Mummy hold your wrists down like this. Come on push my hands away, go on, push hard!" I swear I pushed as hard as I could but was unable to even get my hands off the mat. "Are you really such a weakling?" she sneered. That irritated me and made me keep pushing back frantically against the old maid"s arms to no avail while she looked down at me with a smug look with a slight hint of amusement. Her arms maybe slim but they seemed as sturdy and strong as steel pillars. "Maybe you should exercise more instead of being stuck in that room playing computer games and watching porn." "I don"t," I lied. I tried to throw Mum off by raising my arse from the floor and bucking my hips frantically. All it achieved was to slide her higher on my chest where her weight made it hard to breathe and to wear myself out. Her folded legs shifted forwards and to my dismay pinned my upper arms to the mat. "What"s wrong James, Mummy too strong for you?" she said in a tone that had a distinct sneer. "Now it"s my turn to give you a tickle." "No stop," I cried between fits of giggles as she tickled me while I was helplessly pinned beneath her. It was a strange feeling, lying beneath Mum as she sat high upon my chest with the gusset of her leotard right before my face and her smooth nylon-clad inner thighs sloping down to frame my face. I"ve never been pinned by a girl or woman before and in truth while it was mildly discomforting, I found it very arousing looking up to see my mother"s face while she sat in a position of dominance wearing a leotard. "Give over Mum!" I struggled again but was unable to dislodge her and lay back accepting I wouldn"t be able to unseat her. The feeling of her dominance over me got even stronger, causing that disturbing reaction down below to reappear. "Admit it, James. You present no challenge to me," she told me continuing to look down at me with a cold expression. "I"ve beaten you and now I"m really going to rub it in." I didn"t know what Mum meant and gasped as her crotch began to move forwards and brushed my chin. "Mum no!" "I"ll show you what it"s like to get up close and personal with mummy. That"s what you want isn"t it?" "No, it"s not!" She couldn't! she wouldn"t dare, she wasn"t like that, yet the gusset of her leotard brushed my chin and kept on moving. Further protest was smothered off as it slid over my mouth and did not come to a stop until my nostrils were pressed right up against it! How was I to know that she meant that literally" I was horrified that Mum was sitting on my face with only a thin gusset separating my lips from her privates! With the weight pressing down onto my nose and mouth I was struggling for breath and forced to smell her warm musky scent. I swear my nose had been forced into the groove of her camel-toe which made me feel somehow soiled, although another part of me found it an extremely submissive position to be in and highly arousing! "Mum stop please!" I cried. That came out as a muffled mumble which caused vibrations in the fabric at her crotch. I heard her make a soft sensual moan but must have been mistaken for she wouldn"t do anything as base as that. "You can"t move, you can"t speak and you are having difficulty breathing," I heard her tell me in a cold-edged tone. "You may as well give up all hope now, son." I looked up from between her inner thighs and over her crotch to see Mum"s face looking down at me in a look of pure disdain. Mum kept me in that degrading position for far longer than expected. With my nose pressing into the gusset and her backside on my mouth, I can barely draw in enough air to get a decent breath and my arms were pinned and useless. After what must have been several long minutes, I have run out of air and have no way of tapping out. I"ve no choice but to yell into her crotch while stamping my feet upon the floor which burns up valuable air and I quickly have to stop. "Oh wow! That feels great!" I was disgusted to hear mum exclaim following a long moan of pleasure that she tried to conceal but then gradually got louder. "Wow James! It tingles my privates when you do that. That really hits the spot!" she proclaimed. "Every time you move your face with your nose stuck in there, PHROAR!" Mum was normally such a straight-laced non-fun loving prude, it was disturbing to hear her talk like this. "Go on, do it again. Make mummy happy." There was no way that I was going to do that to my own mother! Mum"s thighs closed in around the sides of my face until they squeezing my cheeks. The warmth of the silky smooth nylons was a reminder, as if I needed one, that it was woman sitting on my face dominating me with her privates, although covered, and in total control. "No!" I cried out at the increase in pressure of her thighs. Again, that got smothered by her crotch and caused more disturbing groans of pleasure. "That really tickles my fancy!" Shocking me even more, mum began making small rubbing movements accompanied by soft sighs of yearning as her crotch slid back and forth over my nose and mouth. I couldn"t believe it! she was working herself off on her son's face! The rubbing got more forceful and her moans louder, no longer bothering to hide it as she used me as a sex toy! At first I was utterly disgusted but as her sighs of pleasure got disturbingly louder, her arousal became contagious. My cock got steadily harder with her moans of sensual pleasure and the vigorous thrusting of her crotch that rubbed deep and hard on my face. To my relief Mum's crotch lifted from my face allowing me to gulp down much needed air only for it to plonk back down for more face-riding. She kept doing this, allowing me a brief snatch of air before sitting back on my face. Except the amount of time she was on my face gradually got longer and longer while her moans got louder and more sensual. Despite my predicament, I soon had a cock the size of the Eiffel tower in my soiled shorts or that"s what it felt like. I lost all sense of time and was soon exhausted when suddenly her thighs squeezed tightly while she began to moan loudly in a way a son doesn"t want to hear his mother make! Finally with a loud cry of pleasure that surely the neighbours would have heard, her thighs tensed for an incredible length of time exerting a fearsome pressure, I feared my cheeks would break. Mum had knocked me out again and this time, looking rather shamefaced herself, she accepted my submission. How would that sort of defeat affect a young man" You may well ask. Well don"t, let"s just say I had the sort of wet-dreams for nights afterward that you really don"t want to know about and didn"t just end with being knocked out by mum"s strong legs! We both avoided the subject for a while after that and I happily continued to do all the chores. However, lockdown dragged on while Bozo and his chums got richer and partied without shame while we got stir-crazy. That all changed one evening when I was acting like a jerk doing silly-dancing to something on the radio and knocked over a jug of fruit juice over the mat where Mum was doing Yoga. She was fuming and stood up right before me. Before I could say a word, she grabbed my shoulders and deftly kicked my legs hard from under me slamming me on the mats in the blink of an eye. My furious-looking mother leapt straight down upon me and laid on top on my chest facing my legs. The weight of her slender body didn"t make it easy to draw full breath. I was stunned as her nylon-sheathed thighs quickly closed around the sides of my neck while reaching back with one hand to hold my face firmly in position at the apex of her legs facing her pert backside. In awe I watched Mum"s buttocks visibly clench inwards to form a tight hard looking muscular saddle at the centre that sent a wave of crushing power through her inner thighs down upon my neck. I"d never felt anything so powerful before and had to clench my eyes and grit my teeth against the agony of a very tight reverse head-scissors! "I"ll teach you for spilling my fruit juice all over my mat and leotard!" she snarled. I think it was more the stress of the situation being penned in together for so long that was getting to her. Clutching in desperation at the back of her legs trying to relieve the brutal pressure on my neck, I was astonished to feel her hamstrings swollen up and hard as railway tracks while her powerful thighs cut into my neck. I had no choice but to start tapping on the side of her thighs. "What" You want me to let you go already?" she growled. "I"ve only just started to teach you the meaning of feminine dominance and make you pay for your stupidity." "Please, I submit!" I cried. "There are no submissions in a real street fight." There was a moment of relief as Mum opened her legs but instead of release, her hands grabbed my face and slammed it right against her crotch from the rear. It was completely degrading having my mouth jammed upside-down against her camel toe and my nose buried between buttocks which turned to crushing steel boulders of feminine muscular power. Mum really poured on the pressure and I nearly went hysterical in panic. Her legs were just too strong, I really couldn't cope with this. They were so slim and looked so beautiful shining from the sheen of her tights yet they had a brutally devastating squeeze that had me close to tears! I was being utterly dominated by my mother's legs and couldn"t do a thing about it. Her overwhelming leggy power made my cock rise once more and my cries of protest at the resulting surge of increased power when she noticed were ignored, although I heard some disturbing moans in response to the vibrations against her fanny. As if things couldn't get any worse, Mum suddenly stopped then raised her body upon her arms, stretched out her long legs and stiffened her entire body then squeezed down really hard. I had a front-row seat of how sensational her backside looked as her buttocks clenched into a sexy tight pert hard peach. "You're helpless between my legs and I love it!" she exclaimed with a yearning in her voice. "The way your face is bright red really turns me on." I tried to grab hold of the back of her legs hoping to part them to ease the terrible face-crushing pain but her hams were as hard and unyielding as steel. "Physically dominating you makes me feel great! I"d never done this to a man before and I effing love it!" Mum told me, shocking me. I felt her hard legs cut the blood flow to my brain and began to sweat profusely as my legs shook uncontrollably while making loud grunting noises into mum"s gusset as I struggled to exist. Mum kept squeezing and squeezing until my head span and I had uncontrollable spasms in my arms and legs while her glutes clenched so tightly I feared it would break my face. The next instant I found Mum crouching over me, slapping my face. "I was beginning to get worried," she told me. "You must have been out for 30 seconds or more." "You knocked me out again!" I gasped. My throat was sore from where she had been scissoring it and I had a pounding headache. "That can be dangerous. We have to stop." "Knocking you out with my legs makes me very horny! I love it!" she admitted. It wasn"t exactly what I wanted to hear from my mother! "We"ll give it a rest for one day, eh?" I suggested. I didn"t like the look she was giving me which had a strange longing about it. "I"ll say when your punishment is over and not a moment before," she told me in a stern voice. "I know what I want and you"re going to give it to me, like it or not!" With a fierce determined expression and a sour set to her mouth, Mum wrapped her arms around the back of my head and pulled it towards her as she fell to the side and onto to mats upon her backside. As my face was pulled towards her, I saw her legs open in a wide V to welcome it back and felt real fear! Falling too fast to stop myself, the silky-smooth nylon-sheathed walls of her inner thighs sped past upon either side of my face while up ahead the gusset of her leotard was ready to receive it. As my lips and the base of my nose slammed against her crotch, her inner thighs slammed against the sides of my neck like a double Karate-chop which jolted it and stunned me. Her legs snapped tight like a steel-trap around my neck and sensed her ankles lock behind the back of my head. "By the time I"m finished with you, you will never disobey me again. If I tell you to do something, you will do it immediately." Even after my previous experience of those fit legs, I was truly shocked by just how devastating they were when she was angry. Trapped and degraded in a brutal face-scissors by my own mother, I knew I was no match for her. Gasping, grunting and sweating, her thighs were just too solid with no give at all to relieve the dreadful pressure. No matter how hard I try, I just can't move her legs. Maybe your mother is kind, gentle and loving but right now mine was a ruthless merciless man crusher with cold hard eyes boring into me and a mouth set in a hard stern grimace while her slender but deceptively strong legs utterly dominate me. Her relentless gaze is terrifying as her lean legs straighten increasing the pressure crushing down upon my neck. I squirm desperately to get free but am unable. Crying out in pain and frustration, I feeling the fluttering of her knickers against my lips. I"m horrified as in response I hear Mum softly moaning while making small up and down movements of her crotch against my face. I struggle desperately and can't stop crying out due to the intense power of her legs. I was staggered when Mum began shamelessly thrusting her crotch against my face in a steady pace that gradually picked up speed while grinding down her camel toe forcibly onto my nose and mouth. She no longer bothered being discrete and her moans of pleasure got louder and wilder as she became more and more aroused. Soon Mum was riding my face with wild abandon while scissoring my face in an increasing frenzy. Despite the agony of my circumstances it was highly arousing hearing my straight-laced Mum getting excited without restraint as she continued to work herself off on my face. Sure you can criticise me for being some kind of pervert but would you really not have the same reaction if you were in my place" I"m sure I don"t need to tell you that I was soon sporting an extremely hard and throbbing erection. Her stamina must be amazing as I simply couldn"t keep up with her ride to climax and blasted heavily into my pants once more while she kept going. As she approached orgasm, Mum would suddenly stop and every muscle in her lean body would momentarily tense while letting a loud cry of pleasure while I screamed into her crotch in sheer agony which only stimulated her further into even more frenzied face-rubbing. I was shattered and exhausted but Mum kept on going at a frenetic pace and I wondered how any man could keep up with her! Then she began to slow down taking deeper rubs of my face while her breathing got deeper and I knew she was building for the big one. Then to my horror, she raised herself upon her arms, stretched out her legs and folded a calve behind the back of my head. To say Mum came was an understatement. It was furious, loud and arousing even though I was spent. Most of all it was so painful I feared my neck would snap. I must have blacked out several times only to find she was still coming! Finally I opened my eyes to find her laying next to me, spent and breathing fast on the mat next to me. "I guess you won that one mum," I rasped with my throat feeling crushed and lined with sandpaper then got the hell out of there before she used me for anything else! Lockdown eventually ended and I was able to return to college and hang out with my classmates while Mum returned to work. I started doing Yoga with her, mainly to ogle at her lithe fit body clad in a tight-fitting leotard, in motion hoping for a glimpse of her muscles. We also wrestle from time to time, especially at the weekend. Mum always wins and always fights hard. She has joined a gym and I"m sure she is putting on noticeable muscle. I simply can"t compete with and she out-muscles and dominates me every time. Not that I mind, I"ve accepted my "reaction" to being dominated by my mother as has she. She always wins and uses me for her 'prize'. I"m not complaining. I love my mum and only too happy to have such a close physical relationship. Mind you it gives me a splitting headache from those powerful scissors but she turns a blind eye to my er little accidents!.