Mike Part 3 - Mom and Dad Mom Teaches Dad a Lesson in Manners. Somewhere along the way, my home town had run astray. It seemed like every time I went out, most of the girls and women I came across had some degree of muscle in their arms. There was only one explanation for what was going on in this little town, word of my girlfriend Tammy had gotten around to all of the females and they wanted to follow in her foot steps. It may sound like I am exaggerating about this, but for the most part, this is what was going on. A day at school never passed without a girl challenging a boy to an arm wrestling match. Of course the girls didn't win all of the time, but they did win their fair share. The sight of girls arm wrestling in school would have been unheard of a six months ago, but now it was commonly accepted. Personally, I really enjoyed seeing this even though I had my own bad experience with arm wrestling and losing to a 10 year old girl. Seeing all of these girls pumping up and flexing their biceps gave me a special thrill and I watched whenever I could. One day when I got home from school, I could hear the weights clanging down in the basement. I knew that it was my little sister Mary and her friend Kate down there working out just like every other day. I had grown used to that sound and from time to time I would go down and join them, but not too often because both of them were stronger than me and I was a little embarrassed about that. Putting that aside, I figured that I would go down and shoot the shit with them for a little while just to pass the time. When I got down there, I was taken by surprise. Sure, Mary and Kate were down there working out just like always, but so was my Mom. I looked at her. "What are you doing down here Mom?" I asked. "What does it look like, Mary and Kate are showing me how to lift weights, I thought that I could use a little toning up. We've been doing this for about a month now." With that, she raised up her arm and flexed her bicep. I have to admit, my Mom had a good sized muscle, larger than I had realized. I guess she had developed them from all of those years of housework and raising me and my sister. One thing I couldn't help but wonder about was how Dad was going to react to this. **** That night at the dinner table, Mary said something to Mom about how they could expand their workouts, and immediately Dad stopped eating. "What in the hell are you lifting weights for? I don't want you to become some muscle-bound freak - I won't allow it!" Mom looked back at him and said, "I'm sorry dear, but doing this makes me feel better and I have more energy too. Why don't you want me to lift weights?" "I said I don't want you to become some muscle-bound freak," he replied. "What do you mean muscle-bound freak? Have you looked at your daughter lately, do you think she is a freak because she has muscles?" "We're not talking about her lifting weights, we're talking about you, and I don't want you doing it any more," he snapped back. Mom was usually pretty obedient and almost never questioned Dad's orders, but this time she did. "Well, I want to keep doing it and you can't make me stop." "Don't you talk back to me woman, this conversation is over!" he replied angrily. "No, it isn't over, this is something I really enjoy doing, can't you accept that?" "OK, I'll make you a simple deal since you are so into being strong. Let's arm wrestle and if I win, you stop, if you win, you can keep lifting weights. This way, I'll get what I want and you can't say I didn't give you a chance," dad said. Dad was a pretty strong guy from his job on the auto assembly line so I figured that Mom didn't stand a chance. I was taken by surprise when mom accepted his offer. "That sounds good to me, I don't think you should be so sure of yourself though, I'm stronger than you think," she said. Mary and I cleared the table so we could watch our parents arm wrestle. Needless to say, this was indeed an odd sight. How many people see their parent's doing something like this? Mom and Dad lined up across the table and they gripped one another's hands in the start position. Mary held their hands at the ready position and was just about to say go. "This will teach you to not listen to me when I talk to you," dad snarled. Mom looked at him with a stern look on her face. "I don't think you're man enough to 'teach' me anything, I WILL win!" she replied confidently. Mary said go and they both gave it everything they had from the start. To my great disbelief, Dad wasn't able to move her hand at all. In fact, she was moving Dad's hand back a little almost immediately. The look on Dad's face said it all, he was in total shock that his 'sweet, little wife' was actually beating him at arm wrestling. He then threw everything he had left into it, but it didn't matter, Mom was slowly pushing his hand toward the table. She had his hand about an inch from touching down. "This is for all those years of you treating me like I was your pet," she said. Then, with an incredible surge of power, Mom slammed his hand down to the table hard, causing him to let out a cry of pain. Mom then stood up. "Well it looks like I'm going to keep lifting weights after all," she said. "And I think things are going to be a little different around here from now on too." Dad sat there in disbelief that he had just been beaten by his wife. "You must have been cheating, there is no way that you are stronger than me, you're only a woman. Let's go again, and no cheating this time." "You're wrong dear, I AM stronger than you, just look at this muscle," she replied, then rolled up her sleeve and flexed her right bicep. A ball of muscle began to grow from her arm. Dad's mouth dropped open as he looked at her well developed bicep which was about the size of a lemon. Mom continued flexing her arm. "But I'll tell you what, I'll be more than happy to beat you again if you want, we can use our left hands this time. That's my weaker arm and you're left handed, so you may have a chance." They lined up at the table once again and Mary said go. Again, they were in a deadlock, but Mom was taking the edge again. She began to bear down and put her shoulder into it and steadily pushed his hand closer to the table. Dad was in a near panic, he wasn't about to let his wife beat him again, but there was nothing he could to stop her winning. Dad then loosened his grip and his hand slid free. "What's the matter, is this arm too strong for you too?" mom said. She then flexed her left bicep and smiled. "Let's get this over with, I have things I have to do, I can't be wasting time showing you you're weaker than me." "It was you who slipped out, not me, you knew you were going to lose," dad snapped back. Mom continued flexing her arm. "We both know that's a lie, admit that I am stronger than you and let's be done with this little charade," she said. "You are not stronger than me, you're just a woman," dad replied. Once again they took the starting position and Mary said go. Mom was determined to take him, and Dad was just as determined. Of course Dad's determination wasn't enough to fend off Mom's strength. She began pushing his hand down toward the table again and once she knew she had him beat, she began to taunt him. "My, my, I am strong aren't I? You're much weaker than I thought." She then let his arm back up to the start position and pushed it back down again. "Oh dear, watch my muscle when I do this." She let his arm back up to the even and slowly pushed his back down again to get the full pump from her muscle. Her bicep had grown some and it looked very impressive. She then pulled his arm up toward her to get the full flex out of the muscle and smiled at him. "I'll bet you wish you had a muscle that big." She then slammed his hand down onto the table with a crashing bang. Dad sat there with his head on the table holding his arm. Mom stood up, looked down at him. "Well, I guess we have a new head of the house now, don't we? Unless you want to challenge me again." She then walked around the table, lifted his head up and flexed her bicep in his face. "Go ahead dear, just feel how big and hard that muscle is," she taunted. Dad didn't lift his hand. "Why don't you go fuck yourself bitch," he said. Mom turned to me and Mary. "I think that you two should go outside and play for a little while, your Dad and I need to have a little private talk," she said. We didn't question her direction and we turned and walked out of the house. On the way out I said to Mary, "I can't believe that Mom actually beat Dad at arm wrestling like that, how strong is she anyway?" "She's very strong," Mary replied, "almost as strong as me in fact." Mary then flexed her impressive bicep and placed her hand on it and smiled. "Mom had been talking about standing up to Dad for a while now, you know how he always treated her." I hung my head a little. "Yes I do know," I said. Dad had always been verbally abusive to her. He'd said things like, 'you're an ugly fat pig', 'you're a total moron', and so on. Needless to say, our Dad wasn't a very nice guy and in a way, I guess he deserved to get beat at arm wrestling by Mom, but I knew that wasn't going to be the end of it. Just as we were about to walk out the door, we heard Dad let out a scream followed by a crashing sound. We immediately ran back into the kitchen to see Dad lying unconscious on the floor with a bloody and broken nose surrounded by pots and pans. "Mom, what happened?!" I asked. "He tried to hit me," she said, "I had to defend myself. I hope you kids understand why I did what I did, he's just so hard on me and I couldn't take it anymore. I think we may be getting a divorce soon." Both Mary and I were amazed to hear this, but at the same time, we weren't really surprised either. We always knew that she wasn't happy, but it was something that we never discussed either. In a way, I was happy to hear that she was thinking about a divorce. **** A couple of days later, Dad packed up all of his things one night and left. He didn't even say goodbye to us, and that was the last we ever saw him. Meantime, Mom and Mary continued to lift weights and the two of them just kept getting bigger and stronger. About six months later, Mom met a new man who moved in with us and seemed like a nice guy at first, but there was more to him than initially apparent... but that's another story.