Jane's Surprise
by Eric Goossens
A wife and her daughter become muscular and agressive



	On our first anniversary Jane decided to reveal the results of her
secret fitness program.  I had noticed her increased agression in bed over
the last several weeks, but did not ask due to being in heaven getting
forefully thrust each night.  Initially my wife started training for
strength.  Now she wanted me to train with her for muscle.  This of course
was mentioned the day after her demonstration.  After a wonderful dinner, she
invited me into the bedroom for a night of passion and experimentation.
 First a wrestling match was offered for a good time.  We had never fought
before so my interest was definately peaked.  Then Jane's plan kicked into
full gear.  She gripped her t-shirt between her large breasts and seductively
ripped it completely off.  Rapid flexing caused her normaly smooth arms and
chest to tighten into dense striated muscle.  I knew she did around 1000
crunches each day; however her abs seemed harder than usual and her back
bulged slightly as her shoulders shrugged.  Jane continued by shredding her
pants from her legs.  Once again hard flexing revealed a tough body.  Next my
shirt was removed and my wife hugged me extremely tightly.  I felt her pecs
press against mine.  Noting her pause for approval I licked each breast and
her deep cleavage.  Leaning back she removed her straining bra and said,"I
guess you don't want me to wear this."  As the silky fabric fluttered to the
ground I unzipped my pants and caressed my partner.  Jane wasn't ready for
foreplay.  She wanted a battle of the sexes.  Her swift knee smashed into my
groin stopping my growing erection. As my body bent over my wife sidestepped
me and stood behind me.  Violently pulling me up again, Jane applied a
standing full nelson.  I marveled at the grip and didn't know how to fight
back.  My response was to grip her quads and pull upward.  However, Jane was
one step ahead and surrounded my waist and crushed as hard as possible.  She
understood her legs were worthy of fear the question remained at how strong
her arms were.  Jane balled her hands up and nailed me in the chest with
harsh punches.  I tried flexing to block the blows but bruises still formed.
 Jane giggled and decided it was time for rough sexual fun.  The next move
was unique and painful.  She gripped both sides of my underwear and gave me a
super wedgie.  My feet nearly left the ground before my purple member was
finally released as the fabric tore in half.  Jane was so aroused that she
pushed me onto the bed and mounted me.  My wife humped me tremendously for at
least an hour. Then she planted her dripping snatch on my face for extensive
oral sex.  The next day I woke up sore and a little wary of starting intense
training with my wife.
	We joined a gym and challenged each other to exhaustion.  The trouble
was my wife's superior genetics.  She packed on hard muscles that were
identical to my upper body strength for the same size muscle.  Furthermore my
gal never stopped growing sexually aggressive and dominating.  Somehow her
vaginal muscles tightened and she would joyously squeeze me to release and
then block the ejaculation.  And Jane could pound me for hours without
tiring. Most notably, her arms thickened beyond belief.  My woman was
frequently out maxing me by nearly 60%!  This was a thrilling fact until PMS
arrived.  Then I would have to fight for my life.  One bad remark would
create an attack that didn't stop until I submitted or passed out.  Our love
was the only thing that kept us together on those days.  Although I pushed my
wife to grow as muscular as possible I feared the same possibility in her
daughter from a previous marriage.  Unfortunately, my worries were very
realistic.  When we married, Jane's ex had her 10 year old in custody with
weekend visits to us.  Debby and I never got along.  This wasn't a real
problem until she started working out with her older boyfriend at the age of
12.  Like her mother, Debby was no stranger to results of slamming heavy
weights.  By the time her sweet 16 arrived she had developed into the body of
a thenty-three year old.  Her 5'8'' frame stood two inches shorter than me;
however her bra size was larger than her mom's.  I wondered how much muscle
flanked her healthy physique.  Jane had brought Debby up to become
independent.  One of her skilled side effects was an agressive nature towards
the status quo.  This included the age old concept of male superority.
	One day Debby was going to take my car without permission.  We got
into a heated argument and she blurted out,"Why don't we fight for it?"
 Before I could object to fighting my daughter-in-law, Jane walked in and
praised Debby's courage. A quick jab in Debby's chest from her mom resulted
in a big smile.  "It looks like my offspring may have more muscle than you
think. Fight in the basement and I don't want to hear from any crybaby's.
 And Debby, I think you should fight to win -- go get him." My glare at my
wife did little to quench her sly smile.  Debby locked the door and followed
me down the stairs.  "Well, since you are not my real dad anything is game.
 First let me remove this stifling sweat suit."  Debby was tanked under the
garments.  She looked solid, aggressive, and quite capable.  She ran towards
me and vaulted onto my shoulders, quickly wrapping her muscular legs around
my head.  Debby rocked and snapped down viciously.  "This makes me feel like
a woman.  Therefore my breasts should have room to move."  Before dismounting
her bra was on the floor.  A sweaty woman faced me and wanted more domination
and riding.  I pinned her arms to her side only to find her legs ensnaring
mine without mercy.  Her meaty quads made me hurt to the point where I let go
of her flexing arms.  Debby groin kicked me and grabbed a small lifting bar
to put me in a submissive predicament as she sat on my back and lurched back
barely allowing me to breath.  Her thights crushed my sides and she bragged
how weak I was.  "Let's finish this quick.  You can't drive the car if you
are passed out." That was the last sound I heard as her quads trapped my neck
and caused me to black out.  I was embarrased beyond compare and could do
nothing about it due to Jane's pride in her dominant daughter.  What could
possibly come next?

Eric
goosse@rpi.edu