Wrestling my Mother
By Jimp based on an idea by Sagar Sagar
Things don't go his way when a young man wrestles his attractive middle-aged mother


(c)Jim P 2014

Puff puff puff I'm worn out already and yet only half-way up the first peak of
Moel Ellio, that's a mountain in Snowdonia. I can only take a few paces before
having to stop to catch my breath and let my heart beat less frantically. My
mouth is also dry as I am dehydrated but I need to make the bottle of water I
have in the rucksack last for the full 8 miles challenging walk. As I stand
there, on a relatively flat spot on an otherwise steep incline, gasping, the
sweat pours off me. The temperature must at least be in the mid twenties, far
too warm to be walking up a blooming mountain and I thought Wales was meant to
be wet and gloomy. Across the way, the stream engines chug their way slowly up
Snowdon mocking my every gasping step to defy gravity and walk steeply up a
mountain-side. I tried not let my mind linger that this was just the start of
it and that this first walk of our holiday involved climbing both peaks of
this mountain, Foel Gron and Foel Goch, which form a curved ridge that tracks
towards and joins onto it's more famous neighbour that gives the region it's
name. Luckily we weren't going to do that particular trek.

"Hi dear!" comes a chirpy voice behind me with little sign of exertion. I
suppress a groan. It's mum running up the blooming mountain like she's some
kind of superwoman. Coming up behind me at a relentless steady pace, she is
wearing a tight pale lemon sleeveless top and matching pair of shorts and
running shoes. This only accentuates her classic although slightly plump
hourglass figure with big breasts, a slim waist and wide hips. On her back she
is carrying is a tiny lightweight backpack with just a small bottle of water
unlike my big heavy one with food and stuff. Standing 5 foot 5, mum weighs 121
pounds and is a UK size 10 with a smoking hot figure of 36-27-35 inches and a
bra size of 32D. Even in her early fifties, my mum Carol has maintained her
mesmerizing body in good shape largely through jogging almost daily and a
weekly swim. She never touches weights nor has she ever set foot in a gym.
Running towards me up a steep slope that I had difficulty finding the energy
to walk up, I found it hard not to stare at her big heaving bosom. It reminded
me when the boys in my class first remarked on how big and thrusting they were
and of course that started me looking at them. OK I admit it, looking and
admiring. Yes, there were buxom girls at school, in many cases extremely buxom
that made me very stiff if I looked too long but somehow on a mature woman
like my mother with her exceptional shapely figure, they were homely and
maternal yet with an uncomfortable arousing appeal too. I had left her in the
Electric Mountain car-park in Llanberis almost an hour ago limbering up and
stretching and now she had caught up and would soon overtake me. Her face
lights up in a wide warm smile pleased to see me. It is quite oval in shape
and framed by a mane of brown hair with a shaggy fringe across the top of her
light brown eyes. Falling down thickly over her ears, it softly caresses a
short elegant neck to tumble down mid-way down her chest. Her eyes are quite
large and sultry with mascara and eye-shadow, above which arch slim eyebrows.
Her nose is long and sleek sitting between quite prominent cheeks emphasised
with a touch of rouge. Below this is a moderate sized sensual mouth with thin
lips glossed with lip stick sitting above a shallow chin. Mum always takes
great pains with her appearance even when jogging up a mountainside like a
gazelle.

You don't grow up thinking that your mum is a real hottie but as I got into
the 5th form, the lads began talking about her in a suggestive way that made
me uncomfortable, calling her a MILF and remarking how good looking she was
and making lewd comments about her figure. The boys all seemed to fancy her
calling her the hottest mum at the school. All that open adulteration for my
mother made me look at her in a new light. I began comparing her to the girls
at school, who in the main held little attraction for me. Yes, there were a
few girls that I fancied but none of them were in the slightest bit interested
in me and I wasn't the sort of guy who could openly chat to girls. I felt
awkward around girls I fancied not knowing what to say and frightened of
making a complete fool of myself. I was always comfortable with mum and we did
a lot together in our spare time, maybe not quite best friends but we were
close. We even holidayed together as we were now even though I was old enough
to stay at home if I wished. The few girls there were at the wrestling club
were tomboys with shapeless boyish figures and short haircuts who acted butch
and tough. They held no appeal for me whatsoever. As I compared mum against
them and the other mums, I found her to be much more feminine, elegant looking
and far more stylish. Although short and slightly plump in a homely
comfortable way, I recognised that she had a shapely appealing figure and good
looks. I began to see why the other boys thought she was a MILF and admitted
that if she were someone else's mother I'd have the hots for her too. However
she was my mother and such thoughts disturbed me so I tried to put them to the
back of my mind.

"See you later sweetie" she calls with a wink showing little sign of exertion
as she passes me. I'm blooming knackered yet superwoman looks as fresh as a
daisy with not a strand out of place in her immaculate hair and her face not
red and drenched in sweat. How she managed to look so cool and not be out of
breath was beyond me. I haven't even the energy to reply. All I can do is
watch in hopeless resignation at that low V at the back of her sleeveless top
that shows off her firm lightly tanned back as it tapered wonderfully to her
waist before curving back out again to her hips and fully rounded backside as
she leaves me in her dust. For a moment my eyes lingered on her calves which
are quite short, thick, shapely and toned. For the most part they don't look
muscular unless they are powering her up a hillside or wearing high-heels at
which point they become wide thin plates of hardness with nice sharp defined
edges at the bottom. I must admit I find them rather sexy and always make me
go PHROAR!. "Mum with the hottest rear" that's what the boys at school kept
calling my mum after parent's evening. The more they kept on about her great
arse the more I found myself looking at it. As she ran past me she looked over
her shoulder and caught me staring and gave me a wide knowing smile as I felt
myself blush. It was quite ample and pleasantly rounded and enjoyable to watch
in shorts as she ran off ahead into the distance. Of course it was humiliating
watching my middle-aged mother leaving me well behind struggling to even walk
up the mountain let alone run it. To be honest I didn't know how she did it
but it made me feel strange knowing I could never compete with her like that.
It's not as though I'm out of shape because I've always been sporty and on
most of the school sports teams including my speciality, the wrestling team,
at which I excel and am the captain. I used to have no problems keeping up
with her on the rambles we used to do each weekend until she began jogging
then running. At first I tried to keep up but it was too knackering. I went
back to walking while she ran on without me. How can anyone take the time to
enjoy the scenery when you're running along all sweaty and out of breath, not
that mum ever was. Besides it can't be very good on your feet and ankles, all
that pounding around. Then she got more and more addicted, running during her
lunch breaks and in the evenings. It annoyed me that mum would leave me to
complete walks on my own but somehow doing so on a desolate mountainside
seemed reckless. Luckily I found a middle-aged couple also struggling on the
walk and Mr. and Mrs. Priest let me tag along. Like me they preferred walking
but normally on flat ground not mountains.

Barely an hour later the elation and feeling of accomplishment I felt when the
first peak came within reach was shattered by the approaching figure of
superwoman running back from the second peak. Her hair perfectly coiffured and
make-up in place, she seemed so cool and unaffected by the exhaustion I felt
as her short buxom slightly plump figure bounced up to me with a wide smile on
her face. "Hi-yah. See you at the bottom. Keep going. Not far now" she chirped
in what she thought was encouragement while the sight of her effortlessly
running did the exact opposite. In fact it wouldn't surprise me if superwoman
passed me several more times by the time I'd returned to the car park. My mum
could probably run up and down this mountain all day without barely breaking
into a sweat, or so it seemed. I didn't mind her doing running to keep fit but
showing me up like this passing me several times before I'd even reached the
first peak was humiliating. Alone with my thoughts on the smoother section
between the two peaks, I began to think about mum's stamina and fitness and
her really being some kind of superwoman. Apart from the running, mum was a
normal typical shy middle-age mother. During the day she works as a
mathematician at some scientific research laboratory doing stuff that I just
didn't understand. Although a smart-dressing attractive woman who certainly
caught the eye of many a man, if her shy nature didn't put men off, her IQ of
154 certainly did. Maybe that was why Dad left us and maybe why she began
running thinking she was overweight or something. She certainly had a lot of
stamina to run the way she did. As I reached the second peak and had something
to eat for energy for the return journey, I kept thinking about my mother
being some kind of superwoman, fit with boundless stamina. For some reason I
found the idea very appealing and I began wondering what would it be like to
wrestle a superwoman like her. Apart from the tough girls on the team, I had
wrestled a few girls before at school for fun and enjoyed the experience of
the close physical contact with their feminine bodies and the softness of
their skin as I made them squeal while I put them into hold after hold. As I
made my return with a lot less effort than the outward climb, I couldn't stop
imagining what it would feel like to wrestle superwoman mum. I began to
imagine how it must feel like to be rolling around the carpet wrestling with a
buxom mature woman in possession of a curvy hourglass figure. The fact that I
was fantasying about my mother just added a strange sense of forbidden taboo
that made it all the more appealing. The more I walked, the more vivid my
imagination became to the extent that I could feel every sensation as I
grappled on the floor with my fit superwoman mother. I enjoyed the idea of her
giving me a hard resistance as she fought against me. I visualised my hands
roaming all over her appealing mature body as I won out with my superior
wrestling skills and strength putting her in hold after hold to make her
submit. The thoughts were so vivid that I had a bona-fida hard-on in my pants
that bounced around as I walked down the mountain side forcing me to try to
think about something else to let it go down. But my mind kept returning to
the idea. By the time I got back to the car park, I was so obsessed that I
wanted to ask her right out to wrestle with me but I didn't know how to frame
the words so she would buy into the idea and not think it weird.

We decided to treat ourselves by eating out at a local restaurant that
evening. Mum put on a fashionable grey business suit with a hip-length jacket
that fit a little too snugly with a single large button above the navel which
held it wide open at the front over her large breasts which just brought
attention to how large they were. I certainly had a hard time not staring at
them but fortunately she wore a high-necked pink top beneath. Below the waist
was a matching grey knee length pencil skirt that hugged the curves of her
hips and legs. Her lower legs were bare with stylish slip-on red high-heeled
shoes. I thought she looked eye-catching and felt proud of having such a
good-looking mother. I had some beer with my meal while mum had wine. Actually
I still felt so dehydrated after that walk that I had to keep filling up.
"Gary, that's enough beer. I don't want you all tipsy" mum told me. Maybe it
was the beer but as we ate and drank I could hardly keep my eyes off her. The
way the front of that jacket tightly followed the shape of the outside curves
of her bust with the tantalising wide gap in the middle causing my imagination
to run riot thinking what it would like without that pink top before with
horror realising it was my mum I was thinking about in that way. Trying to
focus on her face was little better as with each sip of my beer, I found
myself studying her sultry eyes, the elegant slim nose, stylish hair and
sensual mouth. Jeez get a grip, maybe I shouldn't have had the beer. Mum
suggested we try running up Snowden together the day after next by the
Llanberis trail, a round-trip of 9 miles. "No way, mum. I am not a runner, I'm
a wrestler. You're good at running and I'm good at wrestling. I have to admit
that I can't keep up with you running but then you'd wouldn't be able to keep
up with me wrestling". That kept her quiet about that for a while but we
continued our meal the idea of getting this hot-figured mature woman onto the
floor and grappling with her kept going around in my mind and becoming more
appealing by the minute, even though she was my mother. I just wanted to get
my hands on that body and pin her to the floor in as many ways as I could
think off. It felt so wrong but it felt so good. Maybe the beer had lubricated
my brain because I suddenly heard myself saying "Once we get back to the
chalet, let's have a playful wrestle. Just you and me. It will be fun".
"You're drunk. That beer has gone to your head" she admonished but I didn't
give up. All the way back I kept pestering her and challenging her accusing
her of being too scared to wrestle her own son because she knew she would
lose. She sighed deeply "Gary. Civilised women don't wrestle and certainly not
with men and definitely not with their own teenage sons. Especially those
who've had too much to drink". My eyes stole to the top of her bare thighs as
her tight skirt slid back as she drove the car imagining what fun I could have
with my hands on those. "I'm not talking about a proper fight, just a bit of
fun between a son and his mother. Oh come on mum, lighten up" "That's the end
of the subject, it isn't going to happen. You've had too much to drink and are
beginning to sound like a pervert" she accused. I was beginning to feel a bit
like a pervert the way I was watching her bare legs admiring the curve of her
short thick calves and higher up, the impressive forward-thrusting curve of
her bust. I didn't give up, I wanted this badly and kept pestering her.
"Gary!" the clean lines of her face seemed to emphasise her annoyance "You are
far too grown up to have wrestles with your mother. It's not as though you are
a little child. I know what you are after and that's bordering on perversion".
She was right. I was no longer a little child but a young man who could
appreciate the good looks of his mother and who would love to get his hands on
that plump hour-glass figure and good legs to have an exciting touch of what a
grown woman felt like beneath my hands. It was daring, I knew, but it wasn't
anything sexual. Well maybe a bit, I don't know, I felt a bit confused. I
didn't want to bonk my own mother, that would be sick but she did awaken
feelings inside of me, an awareness of the attractions of fully-grown women
rather than the silly schoolgirls I knew.

Finally she gave in as I knew she would. "Very well" she sighed "Since it is
obvious that you won't shut up about this, I will do it to teach my pervert
son a lesson". I felt elated, I was going to wrestle my mum! "Thanks mum, you
won't regret it". Mum pulled out a writing pad and began putting something
down. "Er, what are you doing?" I asked as she thrust the paper and pen
towards me. "Sign this contact. It says if I win you will come running with me
whenever I choose and you will obey my every word from now until you leave
home". "Oh come on, mum, it's just a laugh. A harmless bit of fun between
mother and son!" I protested. "Nonetheless I will not do it until you sign
this contract" she said vehemently. "And if I win, you will wrestle me
whenever I choose" I liked that idea very much, giving my mother a good
grapple whenever I wanted. "I suppose" she sighed and added it to the paper.
"And wear whatever I say" PHROAR I could just imagine the sort of sexy clothes
I could get her to wear! "Don't push your luck Gary". With growing excitement
I went into the bedroom to change into a pair of shorts and a loose white
T-shirt. When I came back out into the main living area I was surprised to
find mum still in her fashionable business jacket and dress and wearing heels.
"Mum, you should change into something a bit more comfortable for wrestling
not your business suit and certainly not heels". She just stared at me
tight-lipped with a penetrating stare that bore into my very being before
answering. "This is business as far as I'm concerned. The business of sorting
out my pervert son". I opened my mouth to object but she silenced me with a
glare and continued. "As I always do in business, I will win and humiliate my
opponent despite wearing clothes that proudly proclaim my membership of the
opposite sex and that distract almost any man, and despite wearing heels and a
skirt that might restrict my movement". I had rarely heard her being so
forceful in such a determined voice, for she was normally quite timid. Maybe
the wine had loosened her up a bit. Mum had cleared the centre of the room to
create an area in which we could wrestle. She faced me across the carpeted
floor with an uncertain look. "Perhaps I should show you a few moves first" I
suggested feeling a bit guilty of putting my mum in this situation. "No dear.
It can't be that difficult" she replied with a wide grin that pushed up her
cheeks. Her condescending implication was clear. She thought that only morons
wrestled and that riled me. Right! If that was the way she wanted it.

Suddenly I darted forwards, keeping my head low. My arms encircle the homely
feel of her waist as I slide against her right side. I sweep back my right
foot while pressing forwards against her upper body, knocking her feet from
beneath her. WHUMP! "Ouch!" down she goes with a satisfying thud of her back
upon the carpeted floor. Immediately I pounce upon her, pinning her on her
back while trying to hold onto her body as she squirms beneath me. "Come on
mum, put up a fight" I taunt as I press my upper body against hers to push her
back against the carpet. I won't deny that I was doing this the hard way as an
excuse to wrap my arms around that waist to get a very enjoyable feel of her
body while my chest pressed against her soft buxom attributes. At nearly 6
foot I had a significant weight advantage over my mother who was also
struggling against gravity. Discreetly as I could I slid my hands up the sides
of her middle, enjoying how her wide hips curved in to her waist then sloped
back out again as it rose to her voluptuous bust. With inevitability I pressed
her flat against the carpet and lay on top enjoying the body beneath me while
battling with her hands to get those down as well. "Do you want to submit
mother?" I asked as I pinned the back of her hands to the floor on either side
of her head. "Urghh you need to lose weight" she grunted. It felt strange that
I was laying on top of my mother in such an intimate position but it felt
good. I stared down at her face for several moments savouring my victory. From
this close up, I could see the faint crow's feet around the outer edges and
beneath her eyes as well as a few bags under the eyes. There were also a few
faint creases in her cheeks, but the underside of her jaw was firm with no
sag. So she was showing her age but she was still better looking than most
mothers her age. Still holding her hands I wrapped my arms around her
shoulders and rolled off to my left side while hooking my right calve against
her waist. Pulling her into a body scissors, I held her tight against me with
my arms around her shoulders as I squeezed her waist with my legs. "Urgggh!" I
loved the little lady-like sounds she made as she tried to stand the pressure
of my legs. "Submit mother dear" I teased "my legs are too strong for you".
But of course I didn't want her to because I loved holding her warm soft
comfortable body against me. Our bodies were pressed up against each other as
intimate as if we were lovers although there was nothing sexual about it. Er,
well apart the stiffness that suffused my groin. "Urrghhh!" she tried pulling
her arms free but I held them tight. "You see, I'm am better than you at
something after all" I told her before I twisted her right arm behind her back
into a chicken wing hammerlock. "Arghh arghh arghh!" she yelped but still she
would not submit. Boston crab, camel clutch, choke holds, arm-bar,
backbreaker, bear-hug, I put my mother into all of these holds and more. I
took every opportunity I could to wrap my arms around that homely yet
sensationally curvaceous figure as discreetly as I could. Playing with my
mother so intimately like this was exciting and stimulated my senses far
better than any girl at school would ever let me, I was sure. The way she
struggled in my arms trying to escape just made my dick all the harder as her
body rubbed against mine. Surprisingly the old bird took it all, moaning and
yelping as lady-like as best she could. Mum was putting up a spirited defence
which made it all the more exciting. I was loving each second of it especially
holds where our bodies were in close contact pressing up against each other as
I exerted control. Such close contact with her slightly plump mature body was
so much enjoyable than the brawny tough girls at the wrestling club. They had
all acted tough and wrestled hard. It was almost like wrestling boys. But mum
was all woman, full curving shapes and soft bits that was a pleasure to
wrestle. Grappling with mum was a dream come true for it was the only way that
I would ever get to playfully wrestle a real woman. It was exciting,
exhilarating and fun. To be honest it was also really turning me on. This was
the best way to get intimate with a woman without having sex and I was loving
it. I loved her all the more for it because I knew that she was doing it for
me to make me happy. "Wow mum, you're the best" I told her honestly before I
pulled her to her feet in an arm-lock then slammed her around the living area
with a few throws. "Ouch! Gary be careful!" she gasped as she landed heavily
on the floor with her bare legs all over the place.

She lay upon her back looking dazed. The way that tight business suit clings
to her pneumatic figure as she lies there drives me wild. I clamber on top of
her, pushing my way between her open legs, sliding my hands along her thighs
pushing back her skirt so it is rucked up around her hips. Wow! I loved the
silky smoothness of her bare legs. I had never been in a position to feel a
woman's legs before and viewed this as an open invitation. Wow! they were
beautiful and felt so good, I couldn't stop myself from caressing them, having
a good feel. "Gary!" she shrieked in protest as I had a good long feel of her
upper legs. She tried to sit up and bat my hands away. I just grabbed them and
lay on top of her. My dick rises rapidly with the close bodily contact with my
mother, a prone helpless attractive mature woman at my mercy. "Oh mum, you are
so beautiful" I tell her and lean forward bringing my face in front of hers as
my dick hardens in my pants. You might call me a pervert but I loved my
mother. She was the woman who had ignited my interest in the opposite sex. I
knew how I felt was wrong but right now with her laying beneath me after
tantalising me after such close contact with her body I just could not control
myself any longer. "Oh mummy I love you" I moaned. "Gary no!" she protested as
I brought my mouth close to her lips to kiss her. She raised her hands to push
me away. "Urr urr!" she panted as I grabbed her hands and pushed against them
trying to get them down to the floor where I planned to pin them with one hand
so I could kiss her without interruption. With each of her hands in mine I
enjoyed the sensation of battling against her arms. There was a hard
determined look in her face as she gritted her teeth and put everything she
had into stopping me forcing down her hands. In fact it made her look very
sultry and smouldering. All the time she was writhing beneath me, constantly
moving around, bucking her hips trying to dislodge me. "Will you stop moving
about?" I growled. She was giving me quite a struggle and was stronger than I
previously gave her credit for, really making me work for it. All this
determined opposition and wriggling about of her shapely mature body beneath
me while clad in a tight business suit is very arousing and there was nothing
I could do about my dick sticking up rigid in my pants creating quite a bulge
in my shorts. Mum couldn't have failed to have felt it, pressed up on top of
her as I was but thankfully she didn't say anything.

BAM BAM "Jeez!" I gasp in victory as at long last I finally nail the back of
her hands against the carpet. Keeping them pinned I looked down at the face of
my mother framed between my arms. It was of course a face I'd known all my
life. Loving and nurturing me though childhood, it was only now as I became a
young man that I realised how gorgeous she was. The sultry eyes poised above
her sleek nose and a gentle kissable mouth all framed by a stylish arranged
wildness of hair. She stared back at me as if studying me. "Wow you really put
up a good struggle there mum" I told her. "I think I deserve a good kiss after
all that" I began to bring my face towards her but stopped as she began
laughing. It was really off-putting trying to kiss someone who was laughing in
your face. "Shut up, stop it. Why are you laughing?". My mother looked up at
me with a wide amused smile that pushed up her small prominent cheek-bones
giving her a cute impish appearance. "One must never rush into an unfamiliar
situation" she explained as if lecturing me. "One must analyse it to
understand the underlying science. Identify the strengths and weaknesses
before acting decisively". She gave me another wide smile as if she knew some
secret and found it amusing. "Mother. I love you dearly, I really do.
But....what on earth are you talking about?". The smile got wider becoming
almost predatory making me feel rather uncomfortable. It wasn't the sort of
look I associated with my dear sweet mother. The smile suddenly vanished and
her mouth became a hard pout while the warmth vanished from her eyes which
became steely cold. "I mean I've studied you and understand my strengths and
your weaknesses" "What?" her eyes were hard and calculating while her mouth
was a sensual pout. "Don't say what dear, say pardon" she sighed with
exasperation. "In simple English in the words of the youth today. This is
where I kick your arse and hand it back to you on a plate".

Before I could even open my mouth to ask what she was on about, those smooth
silky legs encircled my waist. Short in length and wonderful to look at, I
didn't give them any thought and leant forwards to try to kiss her again. "Oh
mum, you are the best" I moaned, my dick stiffening in anticipation as I
closed my lips to press them against hers. "Arrh!" I suddenly groan, caught by
surprise before my breath is cut off. An incredible force exerts an
astonishing squeeze around my waist, like getting trapped in rapidly setting
concrete. Automatically my hands fly to mom's thighs but instead of the soft
slightly-plump homely thighs of my mother that I was expecting, I found them
to be incredibly firm and exerting an completely unexpected power that was
crushing my sides painfully and squeezing my lower abdomen against the insides
of her thighs. "No..ghhh!" I gasp pulling and tugging at her legs trying to
break this hold. I was blown away by how powerful her lovely legs could
squeeze. "Orraghhh!" I gasp again starting to panic, never expecting such
ferocious muscular strength from my own mother. Then it strikes me that a
woman who can run tirelessly up mountains probably has pretty strong legs,
although they weren't overtly muscular apart from her calves. Even when I had
been feeling her thighs, there was no obvious sign of developed muscle just
smooth soft skin. Yet now they were rock hard and crushing me. I imagined I
could feel the muscles just beneath the smooth skin pouring out unfathomable
strength to crush my middle flat. "Urnnn!" I grunted feeling my face turn red
as my mum's thighs crushed the breath out of me. I couldn't believe it, I was
being dominated by my own mother's legs. Oddly, the sensation of being a
prisoner of her thighs was turning me on. My dick was actually throbbing. "Oh
dear, is the big bad wrestler getting thrashed by his mother? Poor diddums,
shall mummy kiss it and make it better" to my astonishment she began giggling
like it was really funny. No, I couldn't let this happen! I couldn't let
myself lose to my totally inexperienced mother. The sight of her in a business
suit smiling at me in open amusement as I struggled in vain to rock myself
back and forth to loosen the unbreakable steely hard grip constantly pouring
down shocking strong pressure was too humiliating to bear. "Arrr look at my
big grown-up son with his face all red and puffed out" the bitch taunted me
then chuckled with a wide smile that pushed up her cheeks. "And he thought he
could beat his mother wrestling. What a loser" she laughed. "Orrrrnn!" she was
enjoying this too much. That made me all the more determined to wipe the smile
off her face. "Oooh the big bad wrestling champion who challenged his mother
and lost. Wait until I tell the other parents and your teachers at the
parent's day next month" she said then burst into a fit of laughter. Crap! I
couldn't let this happen.

Clenching my eyes summoning up every bit of strength I had I flung my body
hard left using my greater strength and bodyweight to roll onto my left side
and break mum's body-scissors. "Urnnn!" I landed on my side but to my dismay
her legs remain locked tight like a clamp. I hear laughter. My own mother is
openly laughing at me with tears running down her cheeks. With no let up in
the brutal crush against my middle, my body is wedged tight between her thighs
with the apex of her legs tantalisingly barely an inch in front of my stomach.
"Well it looks like we will be running up Snowden together tomorrow" she
chuckled between laughs. "I hope you're better at running than you are at
wrestling although I somehow doubt it" she added then burst into more
hysterical laughter. My ears were burning in shame, although with my face
burning red you probably wouldn't have noticed. In desperation, I tugged and
pulled with all my strength at trying get her thighs apart, but her silky
smooth legs have absolutely no give in them. "No stamina. That's the problem
with the youth today" she continued to humiliate me verbally relishing the
crippling hold she has me in. Talk about beginner's luck! I couldn't believe
it. There seemed to be no way I could break out. I wriggle and writhe using my
legs to power sudden wild lurches, yet like a limpet my mum's legs just won't
let go. "Wow, this is so easy Gary" she laughs "I don't see what the fuss is
about". My dick is absolutely stiff as I find myself totally helpless between
mum's lovely legs. "Orraghh!" I have to accept that I don't have a chance
against thighs that can power her up a mountain and reluctantly begin to tap
my right hand against her lovely bare thighs in defeat. Instead of the
shameful release of her legs, mum grabs my hand and pulls it forward. "Ah ah!
No bruising my legs dear" "Urrrgh!" to my horror I realise that I didn't
explain to her about tapping out. "Arghhhh arghhh stopp!" I groan as mum's
legs continue to crush down so hard that I can feel my ribs grinding as all
that tight squeezing compresses my insides. "Urrr mum no!" I gasp but she just
laughs in my face. "Oh you were right Gary. This really is fun. I just love
squeezing you between my legs". Mum' legs are enveloping me, devouring my
waist like some kind of all-conquering female monster. Everywhere I touch is
soft feminine skin layered over steely tight legs that are exerting an
overwhelming power. I was being completely overpowered by my mum and yet it
was as sexy as it was humiliating. With her tight business skirt scrunched up
around the top of her thighs, everywhere I felt was smooth bare female skin
not that I was in any position to appreciate them. Anyone looking into the
chalet to see what all the noise was about would have seen a teenage lad in
shorts and a white t-shirt laying on his side with his mother dressed in a
smart business suit also on her side facing him at roughly 30 degrees with her
with her lovely bare legs wrapped tight around his waist while he grimaced in
agony with his hands resting uselessly on top of her thighs.

As if it couldn't get any worse, mum twisted the upper part of her torso so
that she could place her palms upon the carpet on either side of her and press
down while thrusting forwards with her deceptively strong runner's legs.
"Worrraghh!" I groaned loudly as a powerful wave of female leggy energy bore
down on me so hard that I thought I was going to black out. She kept humping
against my body in this manner with wave after breath-taking wave crushing
down upon me squeezing me helpless like a rag dog. "Orrraghhh!" I couldn't
stop myself groaning loudly as each powerful wave of crushing devastation
smashed into me. I never suspected mum's legs to be so strong. "Orrragg!" I
had been scissored by many big jocks at school during matches but this was a
whole order of magnitude more powerful. Mum was hardly a big muscular woman,
in fact the exact opposite yet she had me completely helpless between her
legs. "Orraghh!" she was squeezing my middle with such totally overwhelming
power that there was nothing I could do about it. With shame I felt my dick
throb like crazy and was afraid she would notice. "So you thought you could
beat your mum? Duh" she rolled her eyes skywards as if to say 'what a moron'.
"Ready to submit to mummy, Gary?" she asked with a wide taunting smile. "N..no
N....no way!" I gasped, having trouble expelling the words due to tight
constriction around my middle. Trying to keep calm and act rationally, I tried
to use my hands to unlock her ankles then twist myself free. "Worrghhhh!" she
had locked them tight. I struggled working on them but the insistent crushing
of my waist was zapping my strength that after several seconds frantic tugging
I knew that I'd never part them. "Woraagh!" I groaned as another crushing wave
hit me. She was squeezing my middle so hard that I wasn't able to breathe
properly and I could feel my face heat up and my lungs burn through lack of
air. "Orrrrgghh!" I was screwing up my eyes and clenching my teeth trying not
to cry out but it was no use. I was completely helpless between mum's legs and
could see no way out. She was totally dominating me with her lovely legs.
"Nnnarrghh!" each burst of increased power she poured down on my middle
reinforced her superiority on the carpet and made my dick lurch so strongly
that she couldn't fail to notice. It was agonising being squeezed rhythmically
by mum yet strangely highly arousing as well. "Orraghhh!" I was beginning to
feel light-headed and felt my energy fading fast. I'd have to act quick. I
tried to roll over to twist her and force her to release me but she held onto
me tight keeping me in place. I realised with a sinking feeling that I wasn't
going anywhere. My mother's runner's legs were simply too strong and clamped
on too tight. I had no choice, humiliating as it would be I would have to tell
that I give, except I never got the chance. All of a sudden mum raised herself
high upon her hands and let rip with a series of short rapid bursts of power
so intense that I really thought that my ribs were going to break. "Nnn
nnnnnarhg!" I couldn't breathe ... arghhhhhh. "Urrggh!" I wanted to beg her to
stop but I couldn't even draw enough breath to breathe let alone beg. I tried
to fight against the wave of warm darkness rolling over me, but failed and
felt myself go lip between my mother's thighs with a raging erection on full
display.

***

"Gary, are you alright? I'm so sorry I knew this was a bad idea" I awoke to
the sound of my mother's worried voice as she fussed over me as I lay with my
head in her lap looking up at her. "It's er it's fine" I tried to sound
reassuring. "Beginner's luck that's all. Must be all that running you do".
Crap! She knocked me out. My mother had actually knocked me out! I'd never
been knocked out in a wrestling match before and yet my own mum had put me
away with a body scissors. "All that running must have given you strong legs"
I told her trying to chuckle and keep it light-hearted. I got up from her lap
and stood up. Mum did the same. I watched as she smoothed down her skirt to
cover her thighs. I could hardly believe that they had knocked me right out,
they didn't look strong enough. Yes they were sexy, firm and shapely but in no
way did they look muscular. "Well that's enough of that then. I think I'll
have a shower then turn in" mum told me. "You should to, get an early night
because we're running up Snowdon tomorrow" she added then turned her back on
me to head towards the bedroom. Her short thick calves with a hint of muscle
taunted me of how her legs had unexpectedly given me such a humiliating defeat
that I still couldn't get my head around. Her full rounded backside swayed as
she walked tantalising my eyes and leading me to gawp at her small waist and
hour-glass shape. That's when I noticed the zip all the way up the back of her
skirt. It taunted me, called to me, beckoning me to grab the zipper and unzip
it all the way. In an insane moment I ran across the room and reached for the
zipper. Mum heard me running across the thin carpet laying over wooden
floorboards and began to turn around to face. I ran into her sideways on and
as I bumped into her body my hands slid to her buxom chest. "Gary! Stop it!"
she cried. PHROAR they felt so good, big rounded soft and wonderful. "Gary,
let go!" she said more forcefully removing my hands then turning to face me
with an angry expression.

"I..I'm sorry. It was an accident" I stammered in apology "But I didn't want
you to go. I..I wanted a proper wrestle". "Oh dear. You're starting to take an
interest in girls. that's it isn't it. It's only natural but it's not natural
to try and touch up your mother" "I wasn't!" I lied, accidentally feeling
those breasts made me want to wrestle her all the more so I could explore her
wonderful body. "Gary. I did not bring you up to be a liar and such a sore
loser. I beat you fair and square and that's the end of it" she stated firmly
"or can't you accept losing to a woman?". "That's it isn't it?" she said with
a chuckle and a wide teasing smile "you can't bear losing to your mother in
your silly sport just as you can't keep up with me running". She fell silent
watching me with a knowing smirk. "That's hurtful mum" I protested. "You..you
just got lucky. Wrestling isn't just scissoring someone out, it's about
pitting your wits against an opponent trying to subdue them with holds and
countering as they try to do the same to you" I tried to explain as she just
stared at me with a cold expression. "And you have an unhealthy obsession with
your own mother" she accused as if I hadn't spoken "don't think I didn't
notice how you keep touching me up while we were wrestling". "I wasn't!" I
protested, feeling myself blush faced with the uncomfortable truth "I had to
touch you when we wrestled". "Very well" she sighed "If you insist on further
humiliation at my hands; and legs" she said with a strange confident smile
that excited me with her strong self-belief. "Alright let's get this over with
so we can both go to bed and be rested before our run together up Snowden
tomorrow". She seemed so confident that she could beat me again I found it
strangely quite exciting. "Don't be silly mum. It takes months of practice to
become a good wrestler not a few minutes" "Yes dear, as I said I studied and
analysed what you were doing to me earlier on and fully understand the
mechanics and it really is quite simple. If you me to demonstrate it to you
and humiliate you further then so be it" she said with an arrogant air. My mum
is normally a nice, shy slightly timid woman but once she gets her big brain
around some problem she can sometimes be insufferable thinking she knows it
all. If that what it takes to get her back on that floor grappling with me
then so be it. I had no illusion that I could not beat her. Before we began
again I tried to explain to her about tapping out. "Yes, yes" she said
dismissively "I won't be doing any of that but you will".

So we stood facing off once more, me in my shorts and T-shirt, she in her
business dress and heels. Mum seemed overconfident, excited even, eager to
start which spooked me a bit. "Mum, you really should slip into some more
comfortable" I advised her not wanting her to blame me for ruining her
business dress. "Oh you mean like stockings and suspenders and lingerie?
That's no way for a son to think of his mother" she replied. The thought had
never entered my mind but now that she had mentioned I had to try hard not to
dwell upon it. I sighed "you know what I meant. At least take off those heels
in case you sprain an ankle or poke my eye out or something" "No, I want you
to have a constant reminder that you are getting beaten by a real woman. Now
are we going to stand here making idle chit-chat or are we going to wrestle?
Get on it with Gary, you've got a mountain to run up in the morning". I had no
idea why she was so eager to wrestle but that made it all the more exciting. I
adopted a stance to prepare for some grappling meaning to shake some respect
into mum for my abilities. The brainy mature woman mirrored my stance with
uncanny precision no doubt analysing what I was doing. Well I wasn't going to
go easy on her, not after her lucky win and there was no way I was going to
run anywhere tomorrow. I had to admit mum looked kind of hot as she copied my
movements as we circled each other in the centre of the room. Like me she had
her hands out wide and slightly crouching down with her legs apart which
stretched her tight skirt in a very distracting way. No! I had to focus, I had
to take her down and teach her a lesson.

Taking the initiative I suddenly rushed forwards, surprised to find her coming
towards me. We came together with our bodies pressing against each other with
our arms entangled as we grabbed with each other. I was surprised by how good
a resistance she was putting up, spreading her feet wide and keeping her trunk
straight to keep a strong base. Several times I tried to sweep her feet away
but she skipped out of the way each time. Mum even made several good attempts
on me pulling me strongly in one direction while trying to trip me up. That
took me by surprise and I narrowly avoided being tripped up. Locked up close
against each other, we tugged and pulled trying to pull the other to the
floor. It was like I was dancing with her intimately. I was both surprised and
excited at the determined resistance she was putting up. "This is more like it
mum" I gasp as I tried once more to press myself against her and get my arm
around her head. To my complete surprise, she suddenly turned around gripping
my arms then trust her backside right into my groin and lent sharply forwards.
It was only a brief touch but it was electric and had my dick stiffening in an
instant. An instant where mum guided my arms forward in front of her while
thrusting her backside against me and rolling me over her hips. "WHOA!" the
next instant, I was flipping over her hips tumbling head over heels falling
uncontrollably towards the floor. BLAM! My back hits the carpet so fast that
it leaves me dazed wondering what the hell had just happened. "Oh the
mechanics of that was easy. It's just a matter of finding the right leverage
point. This wrestling lark is a doddle, Gary. I don't know what the fuss is
all about".

I was stunned! my mother had somehow just thrown me! I couldn't believe it! A
stiffness began to spread over my groin. I tried to scrabble to my feet eager
to get to grips with her again. Mum was standing right in front of me with her
skirt stretched tight between her thighs emphasising her strong femininity as
she kept her legs in a sturdy position. I hadn't quite got to my feet when
with excitement on her face she stepped close in front of me, grabbed my head,
turned her back on me quickly then went down on one knee. "WHOA!" the world
span in a blur as she pulled my head down sharply over her shoulder and down
her front forcing the rest of my body to follow, whipping me over her. KASLAM!
My back hit the floor again hard it had happened all so fast that I could only
lie there with my eyes closed as the room spun so quickly around me it made me
feel nauseous. I was stunned that she had thrown me again. My balls began to
contract as the stiffness in my groin spread. "Wow! That really works. It's
all about leverage" I heard mum exclaim with great excitement.

My eyes flew open as I felt hands grab my ankles and start to lift them. In an
instant she had one under each arm then locked her hands together in front of
her chest. I realised what was coming next but was too numb with disbelief to
act. In one quick move mum spun around lifting her right leg to step over my
body so she was astride me facing my feet. Ouch! I was rudely flipped onto my
stomach facing the floor with my crotch held off the floor as mum stood
astride me and pulled back my legs as she lowers herself into a crouch and
leant back. "Jeez!" I groaned in discomfort stunned that my mother had got me
so easily in a Boston Crab. "How do like them apples, Gary?" her voice taunted
me. "Arghh arghhh!" I yelped as she pulled my legs right back. "I'm sorry I
didn't quite catch that" she teased then started to bend my spine back as she
lowered herself until she was sitting on my backside which was raised off the
floor like a seat for her. "You really should do more stretching exercises,
Gary". To my horror I felt her hands upon my knees as she took good hold off
them and used them to bend my thighs back even further, rolling my body right
back off the floor right up to my navel. "Arghhh arghh!" the tension in my
back and spine was agonising. "Arghh!" if only I could reach up behind me and
try to grab her head. "Arghh arghh!" I tried to twist around and reach up but
she was too high up for me to reach and it was becoming blooming agony. Oh God
no! I had no choice and reluctantly tapped on the floor then again. "Arghh I
submit!" I yelped tapping again. "Is that that tapping thing? Yay!" she crowed
releasing my feet to begin clapping herself in victory. "So that means I win,
yes?" "No!" I panted still lying on belly unable to believe that I had just
tapped out to my totally inexperienced mother. "Not until I concede the match"
I told her "which I won't do" I added. "Want to bet on it?" Mum said
contemptuously which irked me.

I watched as my mother stood up and faced me. Her legs were apart, stretching
the front of her business skirt so tight that I could clearly make out the
outlines of her thighs. PHOAR there was something so incredibly feminine about
that which caused some twitching in my groin. She was also slightly hunched
over with her arms wide as if ready to grapple. Wow! that was an exciting
sight, my mother in a business suit actually prepared to do more wrestling
with me. It was like a dream come true. "Well come on then or are you going to
lay on your back all evening?" she sneered. "Oh I'm ready and willing mother"
I replied pushing myself to my feet. Once again I squared off facing my
mother, trying to ignore the big silly grin on her face which showed that she
still thought brains was better than brawn and experience when it came to
wrestling. I rushed quickly towards her with my hands raised meeting hers
between us. Our fingers interlocking, I had her in a classic test of strength.
Rising to the tips of my toes I enjoyed the look of despair on my mother's
face as I brought pressure to her hands and wrists bending them back causing
pain as I forced her to sink into a low crouch before me.

Releasing her hands I quickly rushed forwards to wrap my right arm around her
neck from the front. Cupping and locking my fingers joining up with my other
hand, I cupped and locked my fingers together in a tight reverse headlock
before she had time to stand up straight. I loved the sounds she made as she
struggled not to cry out as I poured on the pressure. "Not so tough now are
you mummy dearest?" I taunted loving the look of her attractive face with her
neck clamped tight in my arm. Slowly I slid my side against her right side,
pressing my body into her and enjoying the feel of a mature female body. The
little minx was trying to twist and turn at my side attempting to work herself
loose but it wasn't going to happen. Pressing my hip against her I enjoyed the
feel of her right buttock against mine before I kicked back my leg and swept
her feet from beneath her. At the same, pulling her head back over my hip
backwards she went in a delightful sight of her bare legs in a tight skirt go
arse over tit. Before she could recover, I was upon her grabbing her legs and
folded her right leg over the left. Holding her right foot firmly to keep her
legs locked up, I couldn't resist running a hand over the thick semi-teardrop
shape of her calve before going into a low crouch and pushing my crotch
against her feet to keep them securely in place. Trying to ignore the bite of
the toes of her high-heeled shoes, I lent forwards along her back reaching out
to slide my hands around either side of her neck. Cupping my hands around her
chin while keeping her lower legs crossed with my crotch I pulled back on her
chin raising her head from the floor and yanking it back hard. "Arghh!" she
groaned as I pulled back her head at one end while pressing down upon her
crossed legs at the other. It was a form of layover leg-lock chin-lock.
"Arghh!" "Submit mother and I'll go easy on you" I told her as she groaned as
I made her suffer in my hold.

I really thought I had her until her hands began exploring mine cupped so
firmly around her chin. That's when her fingers dug in around the little
finger of my right hand and yanked it right out. "Yaaaa!" I cried as pain
lanced through my hand as mum bent back my little finger in what felt like a
grip of iron. Leading it away outwards from her face the rest of my fingers
unpeeled from her wide shallow jaw. Her other hand then grabbed the tips of
the fingers on my left hand and bent them sharply back. "Argh arghh!" I yelped
while mum gave a shake of her head and neck to free herself of my grip. She
started kicking her folded legs against me and soon escaped my hold. Holding
onto mum as she began twisting around, wriggling and bucking beneath me was
like trying to ride a slippery seal. Desperate to retain control I tried to
cling onto that comforting body for as long as I could but she managed to
break free moving away from me trying to get to her knees with her back turned
to me. I launched myself at her back and pulled her back to the carpet. To my
delight I found myself grappling on the floor with a mature feminine wildcat.
Dressed in a smart business suit, the shapely bodied woman that was my mother
was really going for it with a look of sheer determination as she struggled to
resist my attempts to overpower her. The sharp look in her eyes atop her sleek
nose and her mouth pouted in concentration as she pitted her strength against
me in a feeble yet determined attempt to overwhelm me was so smouldering and
sexy that I had to put down an urge to kiss her to focus on trying to tame the
struggling wildcat. You would have thought that I would easily gain the upper
hand against my inexperienced mother, but she really was putting up a
determined fight and was in a good stance to resist me. "Oh yes, Mum, that's
good. That's really good" I panted getting really excited with the close body
contact that at times I forgot that this woman was my own mother. She seemed
so alive and vibrant, she was positively smouldering with sensuality and I
could see what a stunningly attractive woman she must have been in her younger
days. As I had warned her right at the start, that tight dress restricted her
movements but it's kind of sexy as well the way it moves and stretches between
her thighs as we roll around the floor, mother and teenage son locked in
combat.

Knowing that she couldn't win this, mum tried pulling away from me to get to
her feet and escape. "No way mummy" I chuckled. I cling on to that wonderful
slim waist nestled between her round hips and the V shape of her upper torso
leading up to her shoulders and big bust enjoying the feel of her in my arms
as I prevent her getting away from me. To my surprise instead of pulling away
she suddenly throws herself right back at me. Although mum is not all that
heavy the unexpected impact of her colliding against me combined with her
momentum knocked me over onto my back with her falling on top. I found myself
holding onto that delicious female body lying on top of me. It is so familiar
and motherly yet at the same time exciting and stimulating in a naughty way. I
should have been paying more attention for mum twisted sideways in my arms
while slipping an arm around the back of my neck. In an instant she locked it
with her other hand and I found myself in a side headlock with the side of my
face pressing against the side of her high-necked pink top. Soft and yielding,
the breasts within spread out moulding themselves to the contours of the side
of my face. Arghhh! mum was managing to put a fair bit of pressure into the
headlock. As she did, her breasts pressed firmer against me and spread out and
began creeping over my nose and mouth. It felt so naughty having my face
pressed against her breast like that but I knew I had to get out of this hold.
"Orrghh!" I groaned as she applied pressure with her arms. My hands went
straight to her arms to try and prise them away. Mum's arms are slender with a
soft fleshy look rather than skinny or so I thought and as I said earlier she
doesn't really work out apart from the swimming and running. I was therefore
very surprised by how firm and solid they were around my neck without yield.
Everywhere my fingers felt was taut and hard beneath the sleeves of her
jacket. I swear that I could feel a slight hard bulge around her biceps. No!
That would be impossible. I was letting my imagination run riot.

I grabbed her wrists and began tugging and yanking at them to break the hold
but just as I started to feel her cupped hands begin to slip apart, mum just
rolled that full-figured body right on top of me. To my distress and
discomfort, her thrusting right bosom rolled right over from the side of my
face until it was fully covering one side of my face then the left one came
down and plonked itself on the other side. You might have thought having your
face against your mother's bust to be a great place to be but let me tell you
as my face began to sink into the middle of her pink high-necked blouse which
formed a ridge between the peaks of her mounds of female delight I was more
concerned about not suffocating. Her arm was still locked firmly in place
around the back of my neck applying a steady firm pressure that kept my head
in place as it plunged into the pink chasm that opened up before me. "Mmmm
mmmm!" this was so humiliating and yet sexy at the same time as my face fell
into the valley with a silky feel and the pressure of her soft breasts as they
opened up on either side as they slid past my cheeks. "Oh isn't this
precious!" I heard my mum chuckle with delight as my nose and mouth came to a
halt against her breastbone. As sexy as a woman's bust and cleavage might be
to look at, it was no place to have your face held as it was tight wedged
right between a pair of hefty orbs which seemed to want to close in upon both
sides to swallow me up and deprive me of air. "A woman has to use whatever
natural advantage she has against her pervert son, don't you think?" my
voluptuous mother's voice teased muffled by her breasts being so large that
they covered my ears. My face was completely encased by the big pink-covered
orbs of her bust. "Mmm mmm!" I tried to push her breasts out of my face so I
could breathe clearly but her arms were holding me too tight. I had never had
this much physical contact with a grown woman before and couldn't help getting
aroused even though it was my own mother. Her covered breasts continued to
smother me as I tried to wriggle out beneath her with no success.

With my feet on the floor I pumped with my legs in sudden violent motions
intended to throw her off. I felt mum's legs slide between my thighs and her
feet hooking on the underside of my knees. "Mmmmarghh!" I roared with surprise
as my legs were ripped wide apart by her legs. Like her arms, I always thought
mum's legs were slender maybe bordering on slightly plump apart from her thick
muscled calves. Yes they were the engine that powered her running up mountains
with effortless ease but apart from those thick muscled calves there was no
sign obvious sign of the power that I now felt tearing my legs wide open
stretching my inner leg tendons to uncomfortable levels. I'm not one of those
sad nerds who sit glued to their laptops all evening wanking off over women
who display their muscles but jeeze my dick was positively throbbing in my
pants with the sheer overwhelming power I felt not to mention the sexy place
where my face was stuffed. It was sticking up like a flagpole in a very strong
gale between her legs. "There. That should stop you wriggling about, Gary" my
mum's sweet voice came down from somewhere above her big sexy smothering bust
as her legs continued to spread my legs wide with seemingly little effort.
"Mmmm! Mmmm!" I protested into her bosom as she lowered even more onto my
face, the pliable soft pink mounds moulding themselves around my face sealing
off the air from reaching my lungs. "I bet you are enjoying that, aren't you
son?" "Mmmm mmmm!" with her arms locked firmly around my head and my legs torn
wide, I was shocked that once again I had been completely immobilized by my
own mother. "I've seen the way that you look at them when you think I'm not
looking" she accused making my face blush. "Well now you're getting a real
close look. Enjoy it while you can" she added with a chuckle. I was totally
helpless in a potently intimate hold that a son should never have with his
mother, yet strangely felt turned on by that. Again I tried to twist and power
my way out of the hold but mum's legs were too strong and her headlock too
tight. Arghhh! her legs spread my legs even further apart. Orrrrrrraghh! her
short strong runner's legs had taken my legs apart well part the limits of my
flexibility. The tendons at the top of my legs were screaming in tearing
agony.

"Mmmmm!" I was running out of air and didn't have much time. I reached up over
my head for her chin, cupping them in my hands then pushed back her head as
hard as I could. Instead of the squeal of pain and a loosening of her hold, I
was rewarded by a further burst of leggy power that had me squealing in agony
wasting precious air into her cleavage. "Mmmmmmmmm!" "Do that again Gary and
I'll rip your legs right out of their sockets" I heard her warn above the loud
throbbing of my heart in my ears as she shook off my hands with a few violent
shakes of her head. With the power I could feel in her legs, I could well
believe her capable of carrying out that threat although I could hardly
believe such a caring mother would actually carry it out. "Mmm mmm!" I was
beginning to pant with weakness as the lack of air started to affect me.
Frantically I began pushing at her shoulders trying to break her smother to
get some air but it was no use, my mother's headlock was too tight to break,
keeping her firmly locked in place on top of me. Orrrrrr the searing pain at
the top of my legs was getting really uncomfortable as my mum's strong legs
continued to keep my legs spread with ease. My hands skitted over the top of
her back trying to find something I could use to force her to break the hold.
"Mmm mmm!" "Come on Gary, submit to mummy or do you really want mummy to
smother you unconscious with her boobs?" THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP! The dominant
way she was speaking to me was so exciting that my dick was thumping like a
drumstick in my pants.

I tried to reach down as far as I could towards the source of that shearing
pain cutting through the apex of my legs and came across her well rounded
backside covered by the back of a taut business skirt. Instead of fleshy
buttocks beneath her skirt it felt like two hard cannonballs of steel as her
glutes powered her legs to keep mine helpless. THUMP THUMP THUMP! the thought
of my mother having strong glutes as I held them in my hand just made my
throbbing erection worse. I was suddenly realising for the first time just
what a fit body my mother had and kicked myself for not noticing before. THUMP
THUMP THUMP! Oh God the feel of the overwhelming strength in her legs and her
firm headlock constantly reminded me that mum was kicking my arse in such a
decisive manner again. While the suffocating all-enveloping feel of her
breasts around my face was a constant reminder that she was all woman. It was
so intensely intimate and arousing that I could feel my balls filling up and
my dick becoming engorged rapidly to bursting point. That was just to horrible
a thought to contemplate, cumming off while beneath my own mother. Yet at that
moment there was no-one else that I'd rather be wrestling in private with. My
dick was harder than I'd ever felt it and I was being slowly suffocated by a
pair of breasts while my legs were stretched wide well beyond my limits but my
mother had become my perfect dream woman and such close physical contact with
her was stimulating my senses in a way no other girl had come anywhere close
in doing. Even though part of me just wanted to lie there and enjoy the
feeling of letting her smother me right out, the rest of me didn't want to
lose so easily to an untrained mature woman.

Although my strength was dwindling, one last desperate plan come into my mind
but I would have to act quick. I raised my arms around the body lying on top
of me and sought out her head. The hair at the back of her head. Hating myself
for even contemplating it I took a good hold and began yanking causing shrieks
of indignation from mum. "Oooh you cheating little brat!" she cried between
yelps. "MMMMMMMM!" I yelled into her smothering bosom as mum pressed her bust
really hard against my face while raising up her backside so her glutes could
drive a tremendous leg-splitting surge of power that had me drop her hair in
an instant. "MMMMM!! MMMMMM!!" I was frantically screaming into her bust
really scared that she would break my legs right out of the sockets. In a wild
panic I began tapping on her shoulder then backside until she finally relaxed
the hold. She wouldn't stop the excruciating punishment. "You poor loser. I've
a good mind to make you really suffer" I heard her muffled voice. I was
wasting precious air and energy and black spots began appearing in my vision
then the black spots began dirty great big black blobs that got larger and
larger. My head was swirling and there was a buzzing in my ears. Scared
crapless that mum would accidentally smother me to death, I focussed my fast
depleting strength in reaching for her backside and began tapping out once
more to my inexperienced mother. That humiliating action barely complete, I no
longer had any strength in my arm and my hand slid from her backside and
flopped to floor.

PUFF PUFF! on the brink of passing out I felt the weight of my mother's
dangling double peaked bust rise from my face allowing precious air to reach
my nose and mouth. It felt good and I breathed it in. Laying on my back
panting heavily with a throbbing ache in my leg sockets I could only watch as
that sexy dangling edifice moved back to hang over my chest as mum's face slid
into view looking down at me. As a weight pressed down upon my rock hard dick,
I was aware that her crotch hidden beneath that tight business skirt was now
level with mine and that she couldn't fail to feel that rigid flagpole in my
trousers pressing into her. There was certainly a wide saucy smile upon her
face as she looked down at me and I was certain that she knew. Normally mum is
quite easy-going about whatever I do and scarcely interferes. A shiver went
down my back as I remembered the time when she found my best porno mag. That
day my normal calm mother went absolutely ape-shit making me watch as she made
me put the mag through the shredder while giving me such a verbal
tongue-lashing that my face was burning red with shame. I knew that this was
much worse and prepared myself for a really bad verbal tear-down. It never
arrived, instead her brown eyes watched me like a hawk that had got it's prey
looking down at me along her long sleek nose.

"That serves you right Gary for trying to cheat" I watched in fascination as
her thin lips covered with a light pink lipstick moved as she spoke wondering
why I hadn't noticed before how sensually they moved and dreading the scalding
words that would pour from her lips. "Even I know that pulling your opponent's
hair is not allowed in wrestling" she said with a serious looking stern
expression which then widened into an arrogant smirk. There was a whole air of
condescending superiority about her as she continued to stare down at me. She
was so close that I could see the faint crow's feet at the corners of her eyes
and the faint lines beneath the eyes. Mum was showing her age but I still
thought she was good looking. "Arrrr poor baby" she teased with mock soothing.
"Did mummy just kick your backside again?" That victorious taunting made my
dick lurch in an unsettling manner, again reminding me that it was pressed
right against the front of her tight skirt at crotch level and that she must
be feeling every movement. Her continual hard gaze made me very uncomfortable
and made me look away. Unfortunately as I looked down, the only other thing to
look at was her chest. That wide bust dangling over my chest was very
distracting especially with the way the contents of her pink top seemed to
fill it out with every breath she made. Knowing that she was still watching me
I quickly forced my eyes back to her face.

"Apologise for pulling mummy's hair. NOW!" she emphasised the last word so
forcefully my dick lurched uncontrollably and kept growing harder than I ever
felt it before. Oh God no! Not with my mum lying on top of me feeling it's
every move. What the hell was wrong with me? My own mother was turning me on
more than I had ever felt before in my life. Much more than any naughty girlie
in a porno magazine or website and much more than any girl at school. The
sweat beaded on my brow as I felt my temperature rise uncomfortably close to
mum's face while her shapely body pressed down upon me. Oh Lord, I felt like a
right sicko but there was nothing that I could about it. "I'm waiting Gary, I
can wait all evening if I have to" She was being so forceful and dominant, so
completely out of character that it was really turning me on all the more.
"I...I'm sorry mummy for pulling your hair" I apologised. She was making me
feel like a naughty little boy and the worse thing was it was making me harder
by the second. I knew that she could feel it pressing against her crotch and
throbbing, but why didn't she say anything about it? Why didn't she just give
me a right bollocking and tell me off for being such a perv instead of making
me suffer like this? The anticipation was just making my erection grow more
and more.

Then she looked down at me in such a smouldering sexy manner with clear
unbridled excitement and I knew that she loved every second of physically
dominating me and my erection lurched again. The smirk on her face vanished as
she began to speak again. "Concede the match Gary. Admit it, you're no match
for mummy and her superior intellect" she said it in such a dominant manner
out of character from her normal more timid self. That combined with the press
of her homely yet very feminine body and her face so close I could almost kiss
her sent another growth spurt through my dick which was now uncomfortably
tight in my skin. She was practically pouting, drenching every word with a
brazen sensuality that was driving me wild. "You don't stand a chance against
mummy, so give it up now little boy before mummy hurts you bad". There was
something about the dominant way she said it that took me completely over the
edge. Nnnnnurghhh a strong wave of utter humiliation and defeat washed over me
as my dick and balls totally creamed my pants. It was one big strong shameful
burst that weakened me in an second while my mother watched me close up with
her hawk-like eyes and perfect features.

Oh crap oh crap oh crap I was in so much trouble now. All I wanted to do was
get the hell out of there and hide in shame for the rest of my life. But mum
was still lying on top of me and I was too scared to push her off in case she
used those legs to rip my legs apart again in another grapevine press. "Please
mum, I'm sorry" my voice sounded weak and pathetic in my ears. A knowing smirk
appeared on mum's face which then became a laugh. She knew! Oh God she knew!
"What was that, son?" she chuckled "Was that you admitting defeat?" I didn't
answer, I was too ashamed of the sticky gooey mess in my pants. "No? Good
because I am starting to really enjoy this"

***

Although mum's enthusiasm to continue wrestling with me was exactly what I had
originally wanted to hear, I made an excuse that I need a loo-break and rushed
off praying that the spunk didn't run down my leg past the bottom of my
shorts. It was a right mess. I'd never cum so hard before in my life and made
such a mess in my pants. I had no choice but to put on a clean pair and hide
the soiled ones right at the bottom of the suitcase containing our used
clothes for washing once we returned home. Luckily it hadn't leaked through to
my shorts. As I stood there taking a long pee I had time to contemplate what
was wrong with me. I rarely lost a wrestling match and only then to guys much
bigger and stronger than me not to a middle-aged women who didn't even work
out. If it got out that my mum had got several submissions out of me I would
be a laughing stock and too ashamed to show my face at the wrestling club ever
again. As I emptied my full bladder I regretted having all those pints of
beer. I should have listened to mum when she told me that I was having too
much too drink. That must be it. The alcohol had impaired my reactions and
wrestling ability. Somehow at the back of my mind I knew that it wasn't true
and that mum had kicked my arse good and proper while wearing a business dress
and high heels for goodness sake!

Most disturbing of all and the thing that I didn't want to think about was
this pervy effect grappling against mum's body was having on me. I knew she
was an attractive woman with a great figure but the extreme reaction I was
having made me feel like a real sicko. Maybe it was the alcohol amplifying my
maturing awakening to the pleasures of the female form but whatever it was it
made me feel sick to my stomach. This was the woman who had carried me in her
womb for 9 months, given birth to me and nurtured me. I shouldn't repay for
all that by having the hots for her. As if that wasn't heinous enough to top
it all, creaming myself while my mum lay on top on me made me feel ill with
the memory. There was no way that she couldn't have failed to notice and
although she tried to hide it, I was sure that she had. I dreaded what she
would say to me about it. I couldn't put it off any longer. It was my fault
for pushing her to wrestle me when she kept saying no, so I had to man up to
the consequences. God, I hated that phrase. Maybe I should apologise profusely
and concede the match. Except that there was no way that I would be able to
run up Snowden and didn't like the idea of my mother leaving me in her dust as
she ran to the summit with ease while all the other walkers watched. Also the
thought of conceding the match to an inexperienced middle-aged mother stuck in
my craw. Taking a deep breath and a hard swallow, I opened the door and
stepped into the small kitchen galley area. Turning right, I entered the main
living space with apprehension of the reception I would receive.

Mum had removed her jacket and heels and was doing some stretching exercises.
She was quite limber and normally I could stand there and watch her for ages
crouching low and stretching one leg to the side then the other, or raising
her leg high against a wall or back of a bench limbering up. However tonight
the re-awakening effect it was having on my loins disturbed me too much. The
sight of bending and stretching those lovely bare shapely legs of hers in a
tight skirt and equally tight top was a little too exciting to watch. "Oh
you're back" she noticed me and stopped her exercises. A twinge hit me down
below as her thighs disappeared beneath her skirt as she stood up to face me.
Here we go, time for a real roasting, but instead she began to clap slowly.
"Oh here comes the prodigal son. About time too" she said with a merry smile
instead of the angry face I was expecting. "I thought I would have to call out
a search party because you had run away because you were too scared to face
wrestling mummy again" she said with an amused grin that then broke into
laughter which somehow really needled me.

"Er, Mum. I'm er really sorry about before" I tried to sound sincere. She just
continued to look amused which wasn't helping. "I er promise never to do
anything like that again. Please believe me" "And pigs might fly. You're
becoming a young man. That's what men do lie and cheat" I knew her outburst
was directed at dad rather than me and tried to ignore it. I had no idea why
she wasn't tearing strips off me verbally, maybe she wanted me to stew knowing
that she knew. Yes, that was more like her. Calculating the best way to punish
me mentally for being a perv without actually confronting me about it. Well if
that was the way she wanted to play it, I wasn't to go and come out and admit
it right out in the open about it. I tried to continue more gently. "Look,
lets' forget this whole wrestling thing. It was a bad idea and I probably had
too much to drink". To my surprise mum just burst out laughing. "Oh what a
poor loser. Just because mummy was giving you a good thrashing" Her words
stung like barb-wire. "Oh is mummy too much for you to handle? Poor diddums
get over it and admit that I beat you at your own game. Come on let me hear
you admit that mummy is the better wrestler. Come on, son, let me hear you say
it". I was shocked. "No mum. I won't because it's not true. Let's just forget
the whole idea" I pleaded. "Oh come on, man up! Admit that you don't want to
wrestle me anymore because you are too scared of losing" "No mum, that's not
it at all" I was getting annoyed now and put a bit more heat in my words than
I intended. "Then give me a good reason why you don't want to wrestle with me
anymore?" Oh crap! Was that the trap she had just set me up for? Mummy I don't
want to wrestle with you anymore because holding your body so close turns me
on like crazy and gives me a massive erection and makes me cream my pants.
Those were the words that I should have said but they stuck in my throat. "You
can't can you? Because it's the truth. You're too scared of fighting mummy"
"No!" I gasped. Smiling as if she knew she had won she pointed to the piece of
paper lying on the table. "The contract still stands. You've admitted defeat
so that means I've won and we're running up Snowdon tomorrow" "No! No, I've
not given in" I protested. "Good" she snapped her face looking at me with a
strange hunger. "Because I was really beginning to enjoy it. Come on, boy,
stop wasting time and lets start fighting"

I was terribly tempted by mum's enthusiastic offer to grapple with that
marvellous figure once more. It was after all what I had dreamt of but knew
just how my body would react and even if she truly hadn't noticed the last,
which I doubted, I didn't want to take the chance of getting caught red-handed
as it were. "Oh don't worry sweetheart. Mummy won't hurt you too much". She
didn't even laugh, sounding so serious and confident that my balls gave an
unwanted lurch. I was still hesitating seriously thinking whether to concede
when mum picked up a woman's black tie which she sometimes wore as a fashion
accessory. Except instead of putting it around her neck, she wrapped and tied
it around her slim waist. "Look Gary, I'm a black belt in wrestling. You've
every reason to be scared of me now". Orrrrrrraghhh no! The stiffness in my
dick and tightness in my balls came upon me in a rush. That simple tie along
with her suggestion had somehow transformed my mum into some kind of
super-woman. It accentuated her slim waist between her wide hips and thrusting
breasts. Oh God! I was struggling with my self-control not to just rush
forwards and grab her in my arms. "Mum" I sighed "There is no black belt in
wrestling as I suspect you well know". With rising desire to get my hands on
that body once more I adopted a low crouch ready for battle. Mum sarcastically
did a formal bow like a martial artist would at the beginning of a bout. The
idea of my mother really being a black belt was too exciting to bear and I
rushed forwards to take her down quickly and get her in submission hold while
mauling that wonderful mature figure.

I went in low to grab her thighs while driving my head against her belly.
BERLAM! Over she went onto her back. I immediately grabbed both of her legs by
the ankles and pressed them back towards either side of her head in a classic
match book pin. I was leaning over her rounded backside unable to resist
pressing my crotch against her upended bottom as I pressed down her legs when
suddenly there was a tremendous surge of power like the uncoiling of a wound
spring. Her legs shot back up again, the back of her thighs colliding with my
chest like an express train. "Woah!" I yelped as I was bodily lifted off the
floor and hurled backwards across the room with great power to crash several
feet away. I was stunned by the leggy power I had experienced and of course my
dick was now also showing it's appreciation as a very noticeable bulge in the
front of my shorts.

I quickly got back to my feet in time to see my mother coming right at me
while crouched down low, which did amazing things to that tight skirt and
dangling heavies in her blouse that distracted me for a moment. Before I knew
it the top of mum's head was pressing against my groin and her arms grabbing
me around the knees. With astonishment I found myself falling forwards on top
of her back facing her backside as she barged her head and shoulders between
my legs. She then stood up and I was gob-smacked to find myself lifted off the
floor then my body thrown off towards the carpet as her back rapidly
approached vertical. KASLAM! My back hit the floor once more. My dick lurched
with the realisation that I had been thrown by my mum again and I hadn't even
shown her how to do that. She must have worked it out for herself! "Wow! I
love this, Gary. It's amazing the things you can do with a bit of knowledge
about leverage and fulcrum points" she enthused.

Oh crap! she was getting the better of me again with her scientific analytical
brain. Seeing her bare shins walk purposely towards me, I quickly spun around
and launched myself to my feet to take her by surprise. Before she had a
chance to react I seized her left arm and moving swiftly around her back
twisted it behind into a hammerlock. "Ow! Ow! Ow!" I enjoyed the girly yelps
of pain as I slowly began forcing her bent arm up towards the back of her
head. "Scream for me, mother" I chuckled enjoying the feeling of power of
being in physical control of another human being. "Get down on your knees and
beg for mercy". But before I could press her arm forwards to force her to her
knees mum gave a loud cry of pain then suddenly ducked and twisted right
around, reversing my grip so that she now had my hand while spinning around
me. "Arghh! Arghh!" oh crap my amazingly brainy and gorgeous mature mother had
reversed the hammerlock. I was the one now with my hand forced up between my
shoulder-blades and yelping in pain. BAM! "Arghhh!" a sudden stomp to the back
of my right knee dropped me to my knees. Mum's shapely lower legs appeared in
the edge of my vision as she moved by my side leaning over me to pile on the
hurt. "No, Gary. It's you who will be doing all the begging" she sounded so
strong and confident while subduing me that my dick gave a strong lurch and
got stiffer. The sight of her shins with the thick shapely calve muscle behind
just made me want to reach out and feel it with my free hand. I was just
contemplating my options to escape when suddenly she slipped her left arm up
inside my trapped arm and grabbed my wrist to keep it in place while she flung
her other arm around my neck and linked up her hands at my shoulder. "Arghh!"
I couldn't believe it, mum had got me into a chicken-wing hammerlock. "Ow!
Ow!" I had seriously underestimated my mother's intelligence and her ability
to apply it in practice.

"Admit it, son. I'm far too good for you" she taunted as she pulled the crook
of her arm tight around my throat. "Arghh!" "I really deserve this black belt
don't I, son?" Her words teased and painted visions of her as a superwoman
that I really didn't want to think of right now. I still had one arm and my
legs free to launch a desperate plan. Slapping my free hand on top of hers and
holding tight I quickly bent forward, feeling the weight of my mother on my
back. "Garrrr!" groaning with the effort I tensed my thighs like a coiled
spring then quickly thrust upwards in an attempt to get to my feet. Mum's
weight on my back was threw off my balance and I fell back to the floor on my
side but superwoman fell off as well breaking her hold.

I see her roll lithely to her feet looking fresh and excited. She really is
like a superwoman with a black belt in wrestling and I am stunned how quickly
understands the science behind the holds and effective countermeasures. While
I slowly rise into a low crouch, mum comes towards me like a female terminator
in a business skirt and high-necked pink blouse. I experience a mix of fear
that I'm out of my depth and fury at suffering repeated humiliation at the
hands and legs of my MILF of a mother. As her hands stretch out to capture me
in a headlock, I react irrationally and retaliate with a brutal punch. WHOMP!
my fist sunk into mother's flat belly. Astonishingly for a woman who never
worked out, it was like hitting a taut rubber sheet with very little give.
"Urrnnnn!" she grunted in pain, creasing slightly around the middle as she
automatically stepped back in shock. Oh Christ! What have I done? With my legs
trembling I got to my feet. "M...mum, I'm sorry" I began to apologise.
Clenching her mouth tight, mum slowly straightened and glared at me with a
ferocity that I had never seen before in her normally placid face. "M....mum.
P..please. I'm sorry" I said slowly approaching her with my hands up in
supplication. She was absolutely fuming with her hands balling by her sides. I
had never seen her so angry. Her body was at a slight angle to me that
emphasized her breath-taking hour-glass figure and thrusting breasts but I had
no time to appreciate. For mum went absolutely ballistic.

BLAM! her right fist moved so fast that I barely saw it before it connected
with my jaw. My head snapped back and kept rocking as I stepped back with my
eyes going into a daze, stunned not so much by the force of the blow but more
that own mother actually punched me. "You little toe-rag!" she screamed at me.
"Mu.." BLAM a blur of motion and her knuckles connected with my jaw rising
from below. She totally rocked my world, punching me so hard that my face
jerked back then rocked up and down for a moment. I was shocked, mum was not a
violent person and had never hit me before. "How dare you hit a woman!" she
yelled. "Mum. Please stop. I'm sorry" "Oh you'll be sorry alright" it was
almost a growl as I rubbed my jaw where she had hit me. Before I could
apologise again, mum was striding quickly towards me with such a look of
belligerent determination, I thought she was going to try to punch me again.
She came to about one step away then to my amazement her right leg kicked
right off the ground. Her knee rose like a rocket towards her chest then the
rest of her leg snapped straight blasting the sole of her foot right into my
face. BLAM! My head was hurled backwards like a football, scrambling my senses
and bruising my chin. BLAM! the next moment I had fallen backwards into the
sofa along the side of the main living area totally stunned. "Oh is mummy
kicking the crap out of you" her voice cut through my daze. Too late I
remembered mum's flexibility with all those stretching and limbering up she
did. "Good. I should have done this a long time ago and knocked some healthy
respect for women into you". Without warning mum leapt on top of me with her
knees astride me pinning me in a sitting position on the sofa. The wide-eyed
glare and chilling smile she gave me sent shivers down my spine. KRAK! KRAK!
KRAK! KRAK! Her palms alternately slapped me about my cheeks leaving them raw
and stinging. KRAK! KRAK! "P...please" KRAK! KRAK! "Mum no!".

To my relief she stopped but shocked me again as she grabbed the front of my
t-shirt with both hands above my upper chest and pulled me forwards until her
face was almost pressing against mine. "This time there will be no doubt who
the winner is" she looked so powerful and angry that there was another lurch
through my groin. Before I could I'm sorry again, mum had placed her feet back
on the carpet and with a great surge of unexpected strength, physically pulled
me right out of my seat as she stood up and hauled me to my feet. She stood
her ground as she quickly pulled me towards her. Her body seemed to rush
towards me as I rose up from below until the top of my chest collided with the
forward thrusting double pyramid of her bust. Still dumbfounded by her sudden
violence I was caught off-guard as she deftly threw her right arm over my head
to hook it around my neck then in a single fluid movement reeled me into the
crook of her arm and tucked in against her armpit. Raising the bottom edge of
her forearm across my throat she secured it with her other hand. In a matter
of moments, mum had me in a front headlock tucked beneath her arm with the
side of my face against her side looking out beyond her back.

My hands flew to my neck to try to find her hands and pull them apart but I
was too slow. I saw her smart business skirt twitch then leap up towards me.
BLAM! "Orrrraghh!" it felt like somebody had fired a cannonball into my gut,
plunging deep inside my belly and crushing my very being. At the same time it
rose carrying my body off the floor in an excruciating knee lift. My mouth
melted and my eyes drooped into a grimace of pain as I rode upon my mother's
knee buried deep inside my stomach. Her knee had slammed right into my solar
plexus sending my body into trauma as my diaphragm went into spasm contracting
painfully, making it hard for my lungs to breathe in and out. No sooner had
her knee dropped out from under me than it rose again to meet my falling body.
BLAM! BLAM! again and again my gorgeous loving mother slammed her knee right
into my gut, blasting it cruelly and repeatedly lifting me into the air.
WHUMP! WHUMP! each strike of her knee against my taut cramped stomach were
like blows from a wrecking ball painfully reverberating through my
air-deprived torso. VLAMM! WHAP! jerking up and down on the end of mum's knee,
severely winded and crippled with stomach cramps I felt so helpless and
powerless to stop my own mother from punishing me. BLAM! VLAM! with the side
of my face against her body, I felt her leg powering up to blast her deadly
knee before each blow causing terrible anticipation of the agony to come.
"A.......!" I couldn't draw breath, I couldn't cry out, I couldn't beg for
mercy as she pounded the pit of my stomach without mercy. My chest felt so
tight from being unable to draw breathe, I felt like I would die. BLAM WAM!
still superwoman mum kept driving in that knee like she was going to punch it
right through my body and out the other side. WHUMP! BLAM! she was destroying
me, my own mother was destroying me but my dick was rigid and my balls tight.
I seriously thought I was going to die there upon my mother's devastating
knee. Yet when it stopped slamming into my flattened airless diaphragm, I felt
little relief as she released me from her headlock and collapsed to the floor.
Argghh Jeez! The impact against my belly taut with the strain of failing to
draw air was agony.

Argg argggg must nnnnnn breathe. I felt light-head and close to swooning.
Every attempt by my lungs to work hurt my ribs and was met by dry resistance.
All I wanted to do was to curl into a little ball clutching my stomach and die
but my mother had other ideas. In my world of cramped diaphragm and pain, I
sensed the terrifying pain-inflicting superwoman mum had stepped over my
ruined body to stand astride my back. Desperately praying for the terrible
muscle cramps to pass so I could starting breathing again or else to pass out
so I didn't have to endure this agony, I didn't care less what my mum was
doing. In retrospect that was probably a big mistake. I sensed her squat down
over my back then her hands came down from above and clamped themselves onto
my upper arms and pulled them backwards off the floor. That in turn caused my
chest and shoulders to roll back from the floor. "What's wrong Gary? Has mummy
taken your breath away?" instead of a concerned tone I heard a cruel mocking.
"I've no sympathy for you Gary. You really crossed the line this time and need
to be brought down a peg or two" She told me placing each of my upper arms in
the crease between her thighs and abdomen. "There, the simple mechanics of the
human body should keep them there". With my arms pulled behind my back and
hooked over her thighs, I realised in horror that they were trapped. I can't
move them! I know that with my hands trapped there is no way out. With a
sinking feeling I knew what was coming next and could nothing to prevent it
from happening. Her arms reappeared over my shoulders and closed around in
front of me just below my mouth. Lacing the fingers of her hands together to
form a cup that gripped beneath my chin she began to pull my head back and up.
Mum had me in a camel clutch and I knew with dismay that the only way out was
to tap out once again, but of course I couldn't because my arms were trapped
hooked over the tops of her thighs behind me. Orrrrraghhh! She pulled my head
right up until I felt her soft bosom like pillows against the top of it,
stretching my neck and straining my spine painfully. Arrghhh! Arghhh! I wanted
to submit, to beg forgiveness except the terrible cramps in my stomach had
hardly begun to ease. That meant that I could only utter the occasional horrid
croaking noise which of course made my mother laugh cruelly.

"You know Gary. Just because I don't like raising my voice or arguing with you
doesn't mean that I'm a soft touch" "Arkk!" I croaked in an expulsion of air
that built up in the pit of my lungs and forced out with difficulty as she
continued to torture my back and neck in that hold. I had to close my eyes and
grit my teeth against the insistent pain. "You're not a little boy anymore.
You think you're a man, so I will punish you as if you were a man" THUMP
THUMP! Those words to me in this helpless painful position made my dick beat
like a drumstick against the carpet. My own sweet-natured mother was crouched
over my back bending my spine and straining my neck while I was helpless to
stop her. The captain of the wrestling team being worked over in a camel
clutch by his inexperienced mother. THUMP THUMP THUMP! She really worked that
hold, letting my head and chest sink forwards slightly into a fractionally
more comfortable angle. Then pulling me right back, raising herself onto her
toes to cause shooting pains along my arms as it seemed she was trying to
break my back. "Urnnn please" I gasped as my stomach muscles eased enough to
force out a few intelligible words. "I give!" I gasped unable to take this
punishment any more. "What was that dear? I didn't quite hear you" supermum
prolonged my humiliation by pretending that she hadn't heard me. THUMP! THUMP!
THUMP! She had heard me alright. I could tell by the hint of amusement in her
voice. "Arghhh!" I gasped as she again raised herself onto her toes and pulled
my chin back really hard. I could sense her leaning right back with her arms
stretched as she tried to bend me backwards like a U pin. "Please.....!" my
back was on fire protesting at the treatment. "I submit! I submit!" I was
almost in tears.

Any relief I felt as mum let my head drop to the carpet was short-lived. Mum
unhooked my arms from her thighs then keeping hold of my left arm she grabbed
my left ankle, sat down on the floor somewhere close behind me. Pulling my arm
and leg she forced me to roll onto my side. That's when she shoved a foot into
my back close to my waist and began pulling on my arm and leg while pressing
against my body with her leg. "Arghhh arghhh!" she had me in a bow and arrow
hold. Her strong leg pushing against my lower back was the arrow while I was
the bow whose back was being bent once more. "Submit to mummy, Gary. Mummy
likes it when you submit to her black-belt wrestling superiority" THUMP!
THUMP! my man-rod beat hard against the inside of my trousers. I loved it when
she spoke like that. Once more I was stunned that she had me in another hold
that I hadn't even shown her which she had worked out for herself. "Arghh!"
she really wasn't messing about. Mum was really piling on the hurt. Thinking
quickly, I suddenly twisted onto my back which dislodged her foot allowing me
to flip over to face her then made a grab at her with my free hand which
scared her into dropping my hand and ankle as she instinctively backed away
from me. Getting in a low crouch with her legs apart stretching her skirt
tight between her thighs, her hands were raised open-palmed ready to protect
herself or to attack. With the slopes of her bust rising and falling in clear
excitement emphasised by her remarkable hour-glass figure she looked like some
kind of sexy feral female predator. Instead of looking frightened, she looked
fierce and confident as if ready to engage in a full-on fight with me. Her
face was stern and sultry as her eyes studied me with a sexy pout of
concentration on her lips, eager to attack me, plotting how to take me down
and make me submit. THUMP! THUMP! Getting into a crouch facing her across the
carpet, my own eagerness to get to grips with my mum's shapely mature body
grew. After the brutal beating she had just administered I wanted payback to
make her suffer and teach her who was the wrestling champion in this family.

Before she could make a move I rushed forwards, keeping low, intending to
knock her over and nail her to the floor in the most painful holds I could
come up with. Her eyes went wide but not with fear but a sort of animal
pleasure as her mouth widened into a hopeful grin. Our crouched bodies
collided in the middle of the room and to my surprise I found myself still
moving forwards as mum rolled backwards onto the floor while gripping my
wrists pulling me down as well. Quickly bringing up both knees to her chest
her lower legs absorbed the impact of my crotch against her feet as my forward
momentum carried me forwards until I was right over her. I felt a surge of
leggy power flowing through her feet shoved against my groin as her legs
straightened like a coiled spring propelling my rear end high into the air.
WOAH! In the blink of an eye my arse and legs were flying up in the air
working with my forward momentum to flip my body right over my mother while
rotating heels over head very fast. BLAM! "Mnnnffff!" my back hit the floor
and I realise that my mum had just thrown me in a low-level form of sacrifice
throw more commonly known as a stomach throw in Judo. THUMP! THUMP!

WHUMP! "Urnnnngh!" the very next second mum's body slammed across my chest.
"You're not doing so well, honey" she teased as she quickly slid her legs
around my right arm and closed them in a sort of scissors then stretched out
my left with her hands. Oh no! She had somehow done it again and got me in
another hold I hadn't even show her. Lying across my chest at 90 degrees to my
body with the side of her belly pressing against my chin she had immobilised
my arms in the aptly named crossbody pin. As I lay in disbelief beneath her, I
realised that it was a very nice place to be beneath a woman with her
voluptuous body lying across me with my hand trapped between her warm thighs
where her skirt had ridden up. Immediately I bent my knees to place my feet
firmly upon the floor and raised my lower body up into a bridge, pumping up
and down to try and shake her off. "Oh Gary! You are a pain!" she exclaimed as
she tried not to fall off. I put more effort into it with strong sudden bursts
of thrusting my backside and crotch up into the air to unseat her. "Hmmmm if I
pull your arm backwards by your wrist like this, then slide my right arm
beneath it just above your elbow like so, so it is resting on my forearm. Then
grab hold of my other arm to lock it in place. Now if I pull down your wrist".
"Arghh arghhh! You'll break my arm arghh!" I yelped. "Ah! Perfect application
of mechanics of the human anatomy and simple leverage" she said sounding
pleased as she continued to press my arm the wrong way using her forearm as a
fulcrum. "Jeez stop mum stop!" I yelped scared that she might accidentally
break my arm. Furiously I pumped my rear end up and down trying to dislodge
her and found myself sliding around on the floor while my mum rode cross-wise
across my body. I felt her begin to slip off a couple of times but then get
back on. Yes, just a bit more and I can escape this. But then she managed to
tuck her calve beneath the back of my right elbow in a figure 4 scissor hold
around my arm so that when she squeezed her legs, her hamstrings pressed down
upon my upper arm stressing the elbow joint in almost a mirror of the joint
lock she was applying to my left arm. "Arghh Jeez no please mum no, OK OK I
give I give!" I yelped as pain shot up both arms while I imagined that I could
feel both elbow joints about to give way and snap. "Oh come on Gary, hold out
a little more" mum said with a touch of disappointment. "I'm enjoying this.
Look at how I can lever your arm back over my forearm like this" "Arrr! Arrrr!
Arrrr! No!" I cried as she bent my arm back so much I was sure I could feel
the bone in my forearm pressing against the skin ready to burst out at any
moment. "And look I can do the same thing to your other arm with my legs.
Isn't that wonderful" "Arghhh! Arrghhh! I submit I submit!" THUMP THUMP THUMP
my eyes were screwed tight with tears streaming down my cheeks begging for her
stop yet even so I had a blooming solid erection throbbing away in my
trousers.

With relief I felt her hands release my left arm. Her legs straightened around
my right arm, no longer in a figure four but still scissoring lightly as she
pushed herself up on one arm while looking down at me. "Ready to concede the
match and admit that I am better than you at wrestling" my loving mother asked
in a taunting tone with a bemused look upon her face. Before I could answer
she pressed her other hand lightly across my lips. "No? Good!" she stated
releasing my arm from her warm thighs to crouch over me. "Isn't this
exciting?" she grabbed my arm and the front of my t-shirt and began to pull me
to my feet. "Come on lazy bones. I want to whop your arse some more" she said
high on enthusiasm. Please I'm sorry I don't want to fight you anymore I
wanted to say but my macho ego wouldn't let me. I'd never seen her so pissed
and it scared me. She pulled me towards her using both hands with a hungry
look then just as I was going to bump against her she spun around pulling me
against her right buttock then kicked back her right leg. It swept my legs
from under me as she leant forward while pulling my arms down in front of her
towards the floor. I felt my groin press against her generous curvaceous hip
as she loaded my body on it acting as a pivot point. My feet left the floor
and in a heartbeat my body swung right over her hip. "Woah!" I yelped as I was
flipped over my mum's hip so quickly that my back slammed into the carpet
before I realised what had happened.

No sooner had I hit the floor than mum leapt down behind. In a panic I quickly
sat up but before I could spin around to face her, she had grabbed both of my
arms and stretched them out behind me at 90 degrees to my back. As fast as a
cobra my mother's legs looped themselves from beneath my arms, bent at the
knees so I felt her meaty hard calves hook over the backs of my upper arms. In
dismay I felt her lock her ankles behind my head. My arms were totally
immobilised by my mother's legs, trapped in a lotus lock. "Wow! I wish you
could see this Gary" her voice thick with excitement. "Mummy has completely
tied up your arms just using her legs alone". She was right as I realised she
was no longer holding my wrists with her hands. I didn't need to see but could
feel my mother's bare legs locked around the top of my arms. THUMP! THUMP! I
still had my legs free and once again tried to use them lever my body against
her, rolling from one side to the other trying to work my way out of the hold.
"Arghh!" I cried as a great surge of strength from my mother's thighs forced
me to bend forwards. I sensed that she was raising herself up upon her arms in
order to apply pressure from a higher angle. Stretching out her legs pressing
my arms against my back she forced me to bend in my middle towards my legs.
"Nnnn!" her strong legs continued to try to press me double cramping up my
insides, restricting my ability to fill my lungs. "Oh do stop wriggling
around" mum's voice sounded exasperated as her strong legs held my arms firmly
behind me. "Mess with me son, and I'll put you down on the ground begging for
mercy" oh God the way she was talking to me in such a strong commanding
dominant manner had my dick drumming a military tattoo. "Urr uurrr OK mum
urrrr urrr you beat me again please stop" I begged. Not only was I beat but I
was exhausted too whereas mum's stamina seemed unstoppable.

But mum had other ideas. With my arms still trapped behind my back I sensed
her sit down again releasing enough pressure to allow me to return to a
sitting position. Whereupon my inexhaustible superwoman of a mother took hold
of my wrists with her hands exchanging her leggy prison for a two-handed wrist
lock on my right arm. "Oh this is easy. Look how simple it is to bend your
hand right back like this by pressing down on your wrist here" "Ow ow ow!" I
yelped in agony as she got up behind me forcing me to wince in pain to my
feet. The look on her face as she spun me around to her side was one of pure
joy. "You look a little tired dear, why don't you lie down" she said jerking
my arm up into the air. BLAM! "Ow!" her right leg suddenly kicked back, her
foot stomping against my shins just as she slammed my raised arm down fast in
a sudden forward circular motion. "Whooaoh!" my entire body jerked into the
air in a spinning forward whiplash in a dizzying blur. BLAM! My back slammed
into the carpet hard and I just lay there with my eyes shut against the nausea
inducing spun, dazed with my dick thumping away at the incredible fighting
skills of my mother. THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!

She still had hold of my arm and as I felt her other hand seize my wrist I
panted "No more mum please I'm beat". "Get up now Gary. I'm nowhere near
finished with you yet" she demanded in an angry tone. Even the inviting
shapeliness of her body no longer made me want to face my superwoman mum any
more. "Arghh arghh arghh!" I yelped as she snapped on another wrist lock and
forced me to my feet with a look of malicious glee. Immediately I was whipped
around by my arm to face her. She pulled my hand onto her right shoulder and
mirrored it with her left hand on my right shoulder leaning forwards with her
legs in a sturdy base to square off once more. My mum really wanted to wrestle
some more with me like my dreams but now I was feeling less confident. "Please
mum ..." she cut me off. "Come on boy, you wanted to wrestle me. So stop
blabbing and wrestle!" Before I could do anything she quickly darted forwards
wrapped her right arm around my neck and spun around presenting her back to
me. Like grease-lightning mum had got me into a standing side headlock. Once
more, the feel of her right breast against the side of my face was erotic,
distracting me with it's soft allure. "Argh arghh!" I yelped as she locked
hands and tightened the noose around my neck. One thing came to my mind, so
naughty I bulked at the idea, so sexy I couldn't resist. I swung my left arm
against her buttocks folding my forearm to drive my hand against the hem of
her skirt then pulled it upwards between mum's lovely bare thighs to grab her
crotch intending to lift her then do an atomic drop onto my knee. "Ow! You
filthy pervert!" she squealed. Before I could even begin to lift her, she
whipped my head forwards in the headlock and snapped up her knee. BLAM!
"Ouch!" The top of her thigh smashed me across the mouth.

God mum was incredibly quick! For no sooner had she kneed me in the face than
she seized the hand between her legs, whipped it down, stepped over it then
whipped it back up then whipped it right behind my back into a hammerlock in a
single smooth motion. "Arghh arghhh!" I yelped as she forced my hand right up
between my shoulder blades. "You dirty pervert! I've good mind to snap this
right off" she snarled evidently even more pissed than before. "Ouch! Please
ow! It's a ow! Proper wrestling hold aghhh!" Superwoman was having none of it
and whipping my arm around my front again, released it and grabbed my head
with both hands. Moving with incredible speed and confidence to my side she
turned still holding the sides of my head with her arms raised and bent over
her head. In a single confident movement she brought her arms forward in an
arc towards the floor. "Woooaahh!" my head was pulled forwards by her arms
whipping in a downward arc. The rest of my body cartwheeled forwards. My face
coming up to see my feet above me moments before my back slammed once more
into the carpet. BERLAM! Once more I lay dazed with an aching back and a
throbbing erection stunned at being tossed around by my mother like a
rag-doll.

WHUMP! I heard mother's body drop to my left side then to my alarm her legs
dropped over my chest. I thought the semi-peardrop shape of her large calve
dangling beneath her shin on the right side of my upper chest was quite sexy.
This is until striking like a rattle-snake, she grabbed my left hand by the
wrist and pulled my arm between her legs, rucking up her skirt to expose her
smooth firm bare thighs, until the back of my elbow was right against her
crotch. "Ah yes, I should be able to lever back your arm over my crotch like
THIS!" "Arghhhh!" "While pressing down with my legs across your chest like
THIS" "Arggh! Please. My arm arghhh arghh my back argh please, please let go,
I submit, I submit, you win! Please!" I cried pleading with her as mum
wrenched back my arm so hard while pinning down my chest with her legs that I
knew my arm would break at any moment. With relief to my poor punished arm,
mum released my hand.

Her legs slid around my chest then folded beneath her body as she spun around
to kneel astride my chest. "Another round, Gary?" she asked hopefully. I
looked up at her magnificent figure and gorgeous triumphant face knowing that
she had far greater stamina and could keep on wrestling and humiliating me all
night long. THUMP! THUMP! As appealing as that seemed, my aches and pains told
me that I really couldn't face anymore of it tonight. "No, mum. I concede.
You've won, you beat me fair and square" it hurt me to admit that. "Yes! I
knew it!" she exclaimed with joy then got to her feet. Wearily I began to
raise my head to sit up but mum's foot appeared in the middle of my chest and
with firm pressure forced me back. With her foot on my chest in victory, I
looked up at my glorious superwoman mother as, to my complete surprise, she
raised both arms and flexed them in a double biceps pose. Although her arms
were covered by her sleeves and just looked firm while a smoulderingly hot
sultry expression was on her face. My dick was going crazy THUMP THUMP THUMP
THUMP. "Oh mummy!" I sighed "You're an absolute goddesss!". She lowered her
arms and looked down at me with a strange expression. "I know dear but there
is just one more thing mummy must do to make sure you will remember this
moment and never forget how she beat you" I knew that I would never forget the
events of tonight and was sure they would fill my wet dreams for weeks if not
months to follow.

I watched puzzled as she turned around. The sight of her full rounded peach of
a backside was mesmerising looking up at it from below, as was her hour-glass
figure. Still puzzled, I watched in fascination as her hands reached behind
her for the zip at the back of her skirt and with a delightful unzipping
sound, undid it all the way and let it fall to the floor. My eyes bulged and
my mouth went dry at the sight which met me. "Are you enjoying the view?" she
asked in a teasing tone. "Nnnnghh nnnnaghh" was all I could say for I was
looking up at her ample bare buttocks wearing nothing but a skimpy thong! Once
again that evening, mum had shocked me for I would never have thought that she
would wear such saucy underwear. THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! Two perfect rounded
buttocks squared off against each other, smooth, firm and blemish free. "Oh
wow mum! You are the best" I gasped. In disbelief I could only watch as the
lovely big curvaceous backside descended towards me, getting closer and larger
by the second. I was so gob-smacked beyond belief at the unreal sight of my
mother's backside coming down towards me that by the time I realised where it
was heading, it was much too late to do anything about it even if I wanted to.

"Mmmmm!" I moaned in delight as two beautiful bare fleshy orbs mould
themselves around my face. My face sank right between those big buttocks.
"Mmmmm!" I moaned again in delight. "Hhmm hmmmmm!" at first I thought that
this wasn't an unpleasant position to be in. But it wasn't long before I
stopped enjoying the sensation as I begin to struggle to breathe properly. Her
nicely proportioned backside made breathing difficult. I soon discovered to my
horror that the more I struggled the weaker I got. "You are too arrogant for
my liking, Gary, and need to be shown your position in this household. Beneath
me!" I heard her gloating voice. "Mmmm mmmm!" no way! This really was the last
straw. I wasn't going to let her humiliate me like this. I braced my feet on
the floor and used my thighs to raise myself up into a back-bridge to dislodge
her. "Stop that, Gary!" she squealed as she rode my face like a bucking
bronco. I was wearing myself out but I thought it might work. WHUMP!
"Mmmmmmmmfffff!" the air exploded from my lips and reverberated in her
buttocks like a suddenly deflating balloon as I felt a fist slam against my
belly. It was only a short sharp punch but I never expected it and the effect
was devastating as it caused me to spill all my remaining precious air. I had
no choice but to tap out on her thigh in defeat. "No darling" she chuckled
"We've finished playing that game. You conceded defeat remember?" she teased.
She wriggled around on my face smothering my protests before coming to a halt.
"Mmmm mmmm!" "Do you like being under mummy's bottom? I think you do, you're
always staring at it". She kept me there smothered by her lovely arse for what
must have been at least 5 minutes of face sitting before she slid her calves
beneath the back of my head, crossed her ankles then began a series of
pulsating squeezes that had me groaning into her backside.

That's when I felt her lean forward along my body, sliding her legs out behind
my head. Oh dear lord no! I realised what this meant even before they scooped
up my head to set me up for a reverse head scissors. After my previous
experience in her deceptively strong runner's legs I knew that I was as good
as dead the moment I felt my mother lock her dainty ankles behind my head and
begin to power down a relentless crushing squeeze that threatened to pop my
head off my neck. Her runner's legs are devastatingly strong and I grimace
trying desperately to hold on yet feeling myself slowly but surely succumbing.
Right before my face her lovely rounded buttocks are clenched and look iron
hard. Despite the terrible pressure surging around my head I have to reach out
to feel. They are as solid as they look and the massive boner in my shorts
responds by lurching uncontrollably. "Scream son, scream for me!" I heard mum
shout out over the loud throbbing of my heartbeat in my ears as walls of
man-crushing hamstrings pins my ears to the sides of my head. And I did. Boy
did I scream as an overwhelming agonising power bore down with terrible
intensity. Although mum's legs were incredibly nice to look at they were
surprisingly strong as they bore down upon my neck with a terrible crushing
intent. "Please please no, no more" I screamed but mum just laughed as she
punished me with legs that felt like they could crush harder than any
work-bench vice. "Arghhh arghhh!" I couldn't stop screaming as I tapped
repeatedly. "Oh come on you little wimp. Fight back. Don't give in so soon"
the terrifying thought occurred to me that mum did not want to end this end so
quickly but I knew I was totally wiped out. There was no way I could handle
mum's lovely slender fit strong runner's legs. She began shaking my head in
her leggy mantrap then hugged my legs close to her body as her sexy bare legs
and backside hugged my face. OH GOD! I felt her thighs quiver and expand with
a muscular steel hardness just beneath her silky smooth skin as she poured on
a terrible full-powered scissors. My hands just slid off the back of her legs
as I felt myself go limp between her legs. The last thing I remembered was
shooting an enormous load of cum into my pants as I passed out.

***

"Wake up, Gary. Oh thank God, I was so worried about you. I was about to call
an ambulance. You've been out for ages" I awoke to mother's lovely face
looking at me from very close smiling warmly at me. Oh crap she had knocked me
out again. To me she looked like the most beautiful woman in the world. A
goddess, a goddess who knocks out her own son. "You are beautiful mum, I love
you". I told her and gave her a honest kiss like a loving son should. Her eyes
bore into mine and she kissed me in return and I find my dick rising
uncontrollably. "Don't worry mummy will help you with your wrestling homework"
she says with a cheeky smile. For somebody so worried about me that she was
about to call an ambulance, she had time to change into her night clothes. It
was a very light white cotton number so short that it slid half-way up her
thighs when she sat down next to me making my heart pound. It was a
wrap-around number. The top part was very low cut and open wide in the middle
and I couldn't help looking down at the swells of mum's breasts. Clearly
bra-less, my eyes were glued to the edges of the light cotton material as it
clung on perilously. Close to this were big sticky-up nipples pushing up the
material and obviously erect. It was a wrap-around affair like a short kimono
and bound by a wide black belt tied around her waist and resembled a sexy
short gi jacket. "ORRRRR Mum!" I groaned my dick already rising in salute.
"You really are a black belt in wrestling" I was turned on, in awe of my
awesome mother. "You are amazing, mummy" I moaned.

That's when a bad thought came to me. One you should never think about doing
to your mother let alone trying to discuss it with her. "You really are too
good to still be single. You could do with a er good man". A strange smile
spread over her face. I gasped as her hand surrounded the sticking up bulge in
my shorts making it soar higher and harden more, "And you are a young man who
could with a good woman to keep you in line". Her hand began almost absent
minded stroking my boner building me up until I thought I would burst. "But
don't think you are sticking this thing in me. That would be incest and that's
wrong" "Yes mummy. You're right. Sorry" I apologised. To my surprise her hand
kept pumping my flagpole speeding up until it was frantically sliding up and
down the tower in my shorts until I blew another large wad. "That really must
be the very last time" she said with a knowing smile "I've overlooked it
several times this evening and that last one is my way of apologising for
getting carried away". I felt myself blush with shame and couldn't look her in
the eye.

"Now go and freshen up we've got a long run before us tomorrow. Don't worry,
mummy is going to watch you all the way" She hugged me close. "Go and have a
shower then change into your pyjamas. Mummy will make us a nice bedtime
snack". As I headed off towards the bathroom I heard her call out. "I expect
to wrestle you regularly from now on, just to keep reminding you who is in
charge in this family". My spent dick gave a lurch at those words and I
hurried off into the shower.