Mom Takes Charge: Conclusion
by M.C.
A high school wrestler describes life with an overprotective mother.


I quickly completed the last ten push-ups, got up and joined the rest of the
guys who were staring at the surprising scene that was unfolding before us. A
woman - who just happens to be my mother - dressed in a sexy, pink latex
wrestling outfit, was squaring off against Jack Butler, our large and
powerfully built city champion grappler. Although she was giving up eight
inches in height and forty pounds in weight - not to mention nearly 27 years
in age - a smile graced her beautiful face (despite her 44 years, mom never
lost her youthful appearance). As she fearlessly gazed up at Jack, I couldn't
help but notice the sparkle in her eyes."It's been quite awhile since I've
kicked any serious ass big boy, so let's get it on!"

Jack seemed uncertain about what to do next. He was being challenged to a
fight by a woman old enough to be his mother in front of the entire wrestling
team. Should he accept her challenge or back down? His indecision was obvious
to us all. Mom therefore decided to help him out in her usual, straightforward
way. "Here Jack, let me help you with this dilemma of yours." Before he knew
what was happening, mom grabbed one of Jack's muscular arms and, in a
beautifully executed jujitsu move, twisted it behind his back. I had seen her
do this many times, first hand in fact. She used to like to roughhouse around
with my dad and me; often taking on - and beating - both of us at the same
time with her wrestling and jujitsu skills. My mother held the large boy
helpless in this position for a few seconds before putting her right foot up
against his buttocks and giving him a good, hard shove forward. I watched in
awe as she sent him flying into two other wrestlers, sending all three to the
floor. "*Now* are you ready to rumble tough guy?"

"You bet your ass I am!" he growled. Jack rose to his feet and charged
forward. As I watched the 225 pound wrestler close in on the 185 pound woman,
I couldn't help but notice the look of supreme confidence on my mother's face.
Not only was she not afraid of the defending city heavyweight champion, but
she actually seemed to be relishing the impending confrontation with him. It
was only then that it occured to me that after my father passed away, mom gave
up one of the things she loved most in life; her wrestling - and the reason
she gave it up was so she could be a 'stay home' mother and raise me as best
she could.

When my dad was alive, mom was free to go out on wrestling tours - often for
several weeks at a time - safe in the knowledge that I was being looked after.
But after his passing she gave up her career so that she could stay home and
raise me. To make ends meet, mom opened up a school for women wrestlers and
started teaching self- defence classes. It never occured to me until just now
what a sacrifice she had made on my behalf. All of a sudden I began to see
things from a very different perspective. "Come on mom," I shouted,"kick his
ass!" She looked over at me and smiled,"Why Willy, thank you for that
encouragement. I think I will; I think I will indeed."

They approached each other with their arms wide apart. This was obviously not
going to be a match fought with rules and a referee but a no-holds-barred,
anything goes free-for-all; and the feeling was that the winner would be the
one left standing. Jack wrapped his powerful arms around the smaller woman
but, as he did so, she wrapped hers around his waist, pivoted to the side and
tossed him over her knee. In less than ten seconds Jack was flat on his back.
Amazingly, mom made no further move against him - she just smiled and stood to
the side allowing Jack get to his feet. "First fall to the woman," she
grinned.

Furious, he charged her again. This time mom surprised him by crouching down
low and driving straight into the onrushing grappler. She wrapped her strong
arms around his thighs and lifted him completely up off the floor. Then she
tossed him over her shoulder and he fell to the mats again. Moving with
amazing speed, mom then grabbed Jack's right foot and twisted it, forcing him
to roll over onto his stomach. Still holding his foot, she sat down on the
stunned boy's buttocks and pulled his leg backwards - he was now completely
helpless in her hold."You see boys," mom calmly said to the rest of us
watching as if she was simply giving a wrestling clinic (which I guess in a
way she was),"how one can easily overcome an opponent's brute strength with
quickness and the proper technique?"

Mom then increased the pressure on Jack's leg, forcing him to cry out in pain.
"Oh don't worry muchcins," she smiled at me when she noticed the worried look
on my face," I won't hurt him too much; after all, he is your star wrestler
isn't he? And the season's only half over." She tugged his leg back a bit more
before releasing her grip and getting up. "Well Jacky, that makes it two falls
for the old lady and none for the young stud; tee, hee, hee."

The champion wrestler took a bit longer to get to his feet this time. Not only
was his right leg hurting, but his confidence in himself was shaken. He was
being beaten by a woman who was not only quite a bit smaller than he was but
also much older. "Oh come on tough guy," mom began to tease when she saw his
reluctance to attack her, "surely you can do better than this against a little
old lady - a big, tough guy like you." She reached back and twirled her long
blond ponytail in front of him, emphasizing - as if that were really necessary
- that mom was indeed all woman. Her ploy worked. Jack's anger overcame his
caution and he attacked again.

This time, however, mom did an incredible thing...nothing! She just stood
there in front of Jack with her hands on her hips. I watched in stunned
silence as the 225 pound, city champion wrestler engulfed her in his muscular
arms. "What the hell was she trying to do?" I asked myself. I didn't have to
wait long to get my answer. I was standing behind Jack's massive frame now and
I saw two strong, female arms reach out from the sides and wrap themselves
behind his back. "Ooooh Jacky," I heard her say with a giggle, "it's been
soooo long since I was hugged by a handsome guy; tee, hee. Let's see what kind
of bear hug you've got there."

Jack began to squeeze her with all his might, but mom didn't flinch. In this
amazing test of strength, my 185 pound, 44 year old mother seemed to be
holding her own against what was arguably the strongest boy in our school.
Then, after about a minute of struggling, Jack's face began to turn red -
incredibly, mom appeared to be winning. And when I moved to the side to get a
better look, I gasped - she was even smiling! Mom was beating the toughest boy
in school and smiling at the same time. Then when she looked to the side and
saw me watching, she winked at me! I have never felt so much pride in my
mother as I did at that very moment. She was awesome! But she had another
surprise in store for us, as well as her opponent.

As Jack's now nearly useless arms began to slump down at his sides - signaling
his almost certain defeat - mom loosened her grip on him. She then bent down
and put her powerful right arm in-between his legs and began to lift. As she
began to raise the beaten boy off the floor - and he began to keel over - mom
wrapped her left arm around neck. Me and the other members of my wrestling
team stood there in complete shock (awe would actually be a more accurate
discription) as we watched my incredible mother lift the 225 pound Jack Butler
up and place him across her shoulders. "Now boys," she smiled at us,"this is
what's called the 'airplane spin'."

She then began to whurl around and around, spinning faster and faster with
each revolution while she balanced the helpless boy on her shoulders. "Wheee,
isn't this fun Jacky?" she teased.

"Please stop this," he cried.

"Awww, are we getting dizzy?"

"Yes, I can't take any more of this. Please stop!"

"Are you going to apologise to my Willy for slapping and humiliating him?"

"Yes!"

"And do you promise not to bully him or anybody else again...ever?"

"Yes! Yes! I'll do anything you say but please stop spinning me!"

Mom stopped spinning but continued to hold him up, drapped across her powerful
shoulders. She was facing the entire wrestling team."O.K. boys," she began in
a stern tone of voice,"let this be a lesson to all of you - nobody, but
nobody, picks on my son...or else! Is that clear?" Mom made each and every
member of the team promise not to bother or tease me again; then, she lowered
the sobbing Jack down and gently laid him on the floor. "Now I'm going to have
a little private *chat* with this coach of yours. In the meantime, Willy...err
Bill, you will lead your team through their warm-up exercises." She then
walked over to coach Robert's office, opened the door and went inside; closing
the door behind her.

As I began to lead the team through their drills, we suddenly heard shouting
coming from inside the office."What in the hell are you doing here Mary?"
Coach Roberts yelled.

"You know damn well what I'm doing here Jerry. You've been giving my son a
very hard time just because of what I did to you nearly 27 years ago. Why
should he have to pay the price because you were a pompous and conceited
bully?"

"This has nothing to do with what happened between us!"

"Like hell it doesn't! My son's the hardest working and second best wrestler
on your team and yet you treat him like shit. What other reason could you
possibly have for doing that?"

"I'll say it for the last time, it has nothing to do with that! Now get the
hell out of here Mary before I..."

"Before you what? You haven't changed a bit, have you Jerry? You still think
you're the roughest, toughest thing going. I would have thought that after the
lesson I taught you way back in high school you might have opened your eyes -
after I closed them that is. It looks like I'm going to have to teach you
another lesson."

"Yea, well, we'll just see about that!"

SLAM! POW! CRASH! SOCK! WHAM!...and on it went for several minutes. All the
wrestlers stood and listened in stunned silence. Many of them viewed Coach
Roberts' tough, macho personality as the perfect role model for them; just the
type of man they'd like to be (even I have to admit that - despite his abuse
towards me - I looked up to him). A two-time state heavyweight wrestling
champion in high school, he went on to star in college. He then ran a trucking
company until the economy went sour in 2001 and he lost his business. After
his wife left him, he was hired on by his old high school as the wrestling and
assistant football coach. Strong and tough, he epitomized what a lot of us
thought a *real* man should be like.

Did my mom really beat him up way back when they were in high school together?
And was she beating him up again? Right after humiliating Jack Butler? WHAM!
SMASH! CRUNCH! POW! Suddenly things became quiet inside The office door opened
a bit and my mom's beautiful face appeared - without a mark or scratch on
it."Bill," she said in mock sterness,"I thought I told you to lead your team
in their warm up drills."

"Yo...you did," I stuttered.

"Well then get to it young man," she winked. Her head then disappeared inside
and the door closed again. PUNCH! SLAM! WHACK! CRASH!...this was followed
several minutes later by SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!...then the sound
of a man crying.

After what seemed like an interminably long time (which may only have been a
few minutes but our anticipation made it seem like forever) the door to Coach
Roberts office opened. As we watched what happened next our jaws collectively
dropped. Out came my mother, looking awesome in her sexy, pink wrestling
outfit (several of the guys admitted to me later that they got hard ons just
watching her) literally dragging a crying Coach Roberts by his shirt collar
behind her. She led him right up to us and held him there. "Mr. Roberts, I
believe you have something to say to my son, don't you?"

After a lengthy pause in which he tried to get control of himself, he looked
at me and said in a soft, weak voice,"I'm...I'm sorry Bill, for the way I've
treated you over these past two years. It wasn't your fault. It was because of
something that happened between your mother and me a long time ago; long
before you were even born.You're a great wrestler and I'm sorry I mistreated
you. Please forgive me." Shaking, he held out his hand to me. And as my mother
proudly looked on, I shook it.

"Well then," my mom said with a beautiful smile on her face,"I guess that
settles that. Now I have some news for you boys. Coach Roberts and I have
decided that you could all use a little more attention with regards to your
wrestling. So I have decided to offer my services to help train you. I'm
warning you all now though, I won't take it easy on you just because you're
boys (snicker), I expect you all to give me 100%. So Bill, if the boys have
finished their warm-up drills...let's crack some heads, shall we?"

In the two months since that incident occured there have some rather
significant changes in our lives. First, my mom and Coach Roberts began to
date each other. Mom hadn't seen anyone seriously since my dad died and
*Jerry* (as I could now call him in private) was officially divorced and a
free man. He seems much more lay back now and I haven't seen mom this happy
in...well, three years. She's even talking about returning to the wrestling
tour when I go away to the University next Fall.

With mom as our assistant coach (she sure is a slave driver) the wrestling
team improved dramatically; even Jack had to grudgingly admit that she help
him a lot. We didn't lose a single match after she began to work with us and
won the state wrestling title for the first time in our school's history.
Actually, that isn't exactly true. We did lose one match but, fortunately for
us, it didn't count.

A few days before we were to wrestle in the state championships, mom though it
would be a good idea for us to face a real challenge; so she pitted us against
the women wrestlers of her class. She matched the wrestlers up according to
their weight and, even though some of the women were in their late 20's to mid
30's, they wiped the floor with us; we couldn't even win one match. Even Jack
Butler was beaten - by the 210 pound Cindy Simmons, the women's high school
state shot putt and discuss champion. After the drubbing mom's girls gave us,
facing Wilson High in the finals was a piece of cake; we won easily. "Maybe
you should just call yourselves the *boys* champions," mom teased us
afterwards. That one disappointment aside, life seemed to be going very well
for me, until...

Yesterday I came home from school feeling great - it was my last day of high
school, I had graduated. In a few short months I would be going away to the
university, partially paid for by a wrestling scholarship. Even though in the
past two months I had developed a much deeper respect and appreciation for my
mother and what she had sacrificed for me (as well as how tough she was) I
still found her to be very overbareing at times and was looking forward to
being out on my own; free at last. As I entered the house I was startled to
see my mom sitting on the sofa talking to a large, powerfully built
girl...Cindy Simmons.

"And here comes my 'little man' now," mom said when I walked in,"what do you
think Cindy?"

"Hmmm...he is a real cutie pie Mary. Maybe it will work out."

"Err..maybe *what* will work out?" I asked, confused.

"Bill, I have the most wonderful news. Cindy, my star wrestler, also recieved
a scholarship to the university, in track and field. And since both of you
will be attending the same school, I thought it would be a great idea to
invite her over here - so that the two of you could get better acquainted."

"Acquainted? (Why did I suddenly felt a great sense of foreboding).
Acquainted?"

"Yes honey. Since Cathy broke up with you two months ago, you haven't dated
anyone at all. You're 18 years old Bill; you need some companionship...female
companionship. I began to realize just how important that is after I started
seeing Jerry. (Suddenly there was the sound of a horn honking outside) And
speak of the devil, there he is now. Sorry kids but I gotta run. Jerry's
taking me out to a new restaurant that everybody says is just fantastic!" Mom
quickly rose from the sofa, grabbed her purse and headed towards the front
door. "Be good kids." The last thing I saw her do before she walked out was
look over at Cindy...and wink.

"Well there handsome," Cindy began as soon as my mom left the house,"I hear
you're quite the wrestler. Wanna go a few quick falls?"

I looked over at the muscular, six foot, 210 pound brunette sitting across the
room from me. Although she didn't attend my high school, I was quite familiar
with her from what my mom said. She began wrestling in mom's school to keep it
shape during the off season. Because of her size, strength and athletic
ability, she quickly became one of the top grapplers in the class. She was so
good that after only one year, she was able to beat Jack Butler in mom's 'boys
vs.girls' match - just a few days after he won his second city title. In fact
she beat him easily, toying with the heavyweight champion for most of the
match before pinning him with an embarrassing 'tushie pin' - sitting on his
face and smothering him with her butt, giggling as she did (I actually thought
Jack was going to cry again).

"No thanks," I said curtly.

"Awww...how about if I let you get me into any hold you like?"

I shook my head.

Seeing that this approach wasn't getting her anywhere, the massive girl got up
from the sofa and began walking over towards me. Instinctively, I started to
back up.

"Going somewhere Bill?"

"I...I have to go...something to do."

"Oh I don't think so handsome," she said with a smile,"you're not going
anywhere."

Without realizing it I had backed myself into a corner with this huge she-hulk
standing right in front of me. Staring at her close-up for the first time, I
had to admit that she was a beautiful girl; fearsome, but beautiful.
"What...what are you going to me? I asked, making no attempt to hide my
nervousness.

"What am I going to do?" Cindy bent down and put her muscular right arm around
my legs. Effortlessly, the large brunette lifted me up over her shoulder and
carried me into my bedroom. "I think I'm going to take your mother's advice,"
she said as she tossed me onto my bed. The mighty girl then sat down next to
me and grinned,"and get better acquainted...with my new boyfriend."

As Jerry pulled away from the curb Mary felt a sense of quiet peace come over
her. She knew that in Cindy's strong and capable hands, her little Willy would
be safe and secure. That whatever problems arose, Cindy would be there for
him; just as she had been. For as much as they hated to admit it, men need
strong women in their lives. And while it may take Willy some time to come to
that realization - men can be so stubborn at times - in the end he would
understand that Cindy is the perfect woman for him. Mary smiled to herself;
the torch had been passed.