Mike Part 4 - Mom's Boyfriend
Story By: MAK-PA@MSN.COM
Mom's new boyfriend crosses the line and pays the price

Several months passed after Dad left and although Mary and I both 
thought that Mom was going to fall into a slump of misery. But I guess 
her lifting weights kept her mind off of the loneliness. Every day Mary 
and I would get home from school we could hear her working out in the 
basement and it seemed like almost every week she was coming home from 
the sporting goods store with a new piece of exercise equipment. 

This was something that neither myself of Mary minded because we found 
ourselves using all the weights that she had been buying. Of Mary and I 
usually found ourselves working out with Mom because she had worked up 
to spending almost 5 hours a day hitting the iron and let me tell you it 
was really making an impact on her appearance. 

Back when she first started working out with Mary, she was in pretty 
good shape and had good sized muscles, but she was smaller than both me 
and Mary. But after six months of the intense training that she had put 
herself through, her muscles had grown significantly as had her 
strength. Not only were her muscles much larger than mine or Mary's, but 
she was about twice as strong as Mary and even more so stronger than me. 

As her children, Mary and I were happy to see that her body had become 
so healthy, but we were a bit concerned about her well being emotionally 
because after Dad left she hadn't given a thought to seeing any other 
men. Mary and I were always keeping an eye out for someone worthy of 
dating our Mom, but it seemed that our little town had nothing to offer. 

One day I came home from school to see that there was a man sitting on 
the sofa... I'd never seen him before in my life. It was kind of funny 
to walk into the house to see a man about 25 years old with the size of 
a pro football lineman just sitting there. As I was about to ask who he 
was, my Mom walked into the room from the kitchen carrying two glasses 
of lemonade and said, "Oh hi honey, I didn't hear you come in. I'd like 
you to meet Derek." 

I extended my right hand and said, "Nice to meet you Derek, I haven't 
seen you around town before, you must be new around here." 

He replied, "Nice to meet you Mike, your Mom has told me a lot about 
you. You're right, I'm from New York, I just moved into town starting a 
job as a foreman at the auto plant." 

My Mom stated that her and Derek had met the week before at the grocery 
store and had bumped into one another earlier that day, so she decided 
to invite him over for lemonade being that he was new in town. 

My Mom was always a very sweet person and I was not at all surprised to 
hear that she would do something like this. But from my what I was 
sensing in the room, I couldn't help but think that Derek's visit had 
more behind it that just a thirst for lemonade. 

The three of us got to talking and Derek was telling us about his days 
of playing football at Syracuse and how his playing days were cut short 
because of a knee injury he sustained in his senior year. 

Amidst our conversation on football Mary walked into the room and I was 
pretty sure that her reaction to seeing this guy in our house was about 
the same as mine. She cocked her head to the side a bit and gave a 
simple smile and said, "Hi, and who might you be?" 

My Mom replied, "This is Derek, he is new in town, so I thought I'd 
invite him over for lemonade... Derek, this is my daughter Mary." 

Derek looked at Mary in a strange way and said, "Nice to meet you Mary. 
From looking at your arms you must be your Mom's work out partner." 

Mary's face lit up with a bright smile and she said, "As a matter of 
fact I am, have you ever seen muscles like these on a 12 year old girl?" 
Mary then set her books on the floor and flexed a double bicep pose. 
Although she was only 12, she had muscles that would make almost any 
grown man jealous. 

Derek's mouth dropped open and he stammered saying, "Holy cow! There's 
no doubt that you are Missy's daughter. God only knows how big you're 
going to be in 20 years when you are her age." 

My Mom started to blush and a shy smile came to her face. She flexed her 
right arm at her side as Derek's hand came up to feel it's size and 
hardness. Derek then said, "Never in my life have I known a woman with 
such large muscles and now I find two in one house." 

Mary pulled her bicep up tight one more time and said with a smile, 
"Thanks Derek, it looks like you have lifted a pound or to in your day 
too." 

Derek said that he tried to keep his body in shape despite the fact that 
he would probably never be playing football again, at least not on the 
level he had played before. 


**** 

We all got along really well, so Mom decided to ask him to stay for 
dinner which he graciously accepted. 

Throughout the entire meal the conversation centered around lifting 
weights and building strength and muscle. I guess this was the one thing 
that we all had in common from the start. While eating, there were more 
muscles flexed that there are in a pro body building show, it was quite 
a display. 

Over the past several months I had grown used to my little sister and 
Mom having bigger muscles than I, but having a virtual stranger in the 
house seeing and hearing about the superiority of female strength in the 
house made me a bit uncomfortable. It was obvious that he didn't see me 
as much of a man having my Mom being stronger than me, let alone my 
little sister. This was apparent every time he would look at me whenever 
I said something about lifting weights and he would have an expression 
on his face like I had no clue what I was talking about. 

Although he really did seem like a nice guy, there was something about 
him aside from the fact that he thought I was a wimp that I didn't like, 
but I couldn't put my finger on it. 

**** 

When we were through eating and Mom was cleaning off the table, Derek 
said to my Mom, "So Missy, how strong are you anyway?" 

Mom said, "Well, I'm strong enough to raise two kids on my own and still 
find time to keep my body in fair condition." With that said, she placed 
the dishes in the sink and raised her leg flexing her leg bicep. 

Derek said, "I think I'd like to see just how strong you are, what do 
you say we armwrestle?" 

Both Mary and I sat there quietly because we both remember what happened 
the last time there was an armwrestling match at the dinner table... Dad 
was beaten and he left, never to return. 

Mom turned while raising her right arm into a bicep pose and said, 
"Well, I don't know Derek, I'd hate to show you the power of a woman. 
After all, we did just meet and I don't want to scare you away." 


Derek replied, "Oh, I'm not worried about losing, but I'd like to see 
how much of a challenge a woman with muscles as impressive as yours can 
offer." 

Mom said, "Very well, would you care to put anything on the line before 
we get started? If I win, you have to cook dinner for all of us." 

Derek said, "Fair enough, if I win, you have to go out with me on Friday 
night for a first class dinner." 

With that said, Mom and Derek sat on opposite sides of the table and 
embraced one another's grip. Mary counted to three and they began. 

At first Mom was holding him steady and it looked like neither one of 
them was putting out much of an effort. Then Mom started to increase the 
pressure and Derek's arm started to bend backward. At first he had a 
look of slight panic on his face and I thought that Mom was going to 
win, but then he started to pull back to even and began to smile. Mom's 
arm was slowly being pushed back and despite her efforts, Derek was 
obviously to win. 

After about a minute, Derek gently pinned her hand to the table. He 
looked at my Mom with a look of astonishment. He said, "Oh my God, you 
are even stronger than I thought. For a minute there I thought you were 
going to beat me. Let me see your muscle again." 

Mom smiled at him coyly and said, "I guess I'm not as strong as I 
thought I was... you're very powerful Derek." She then raised her arm 
and flexed her mighty right bicep repeatedly. 

Derek couldn't take his eyes off of her arm and he reached up with one 
hand and felt her large bicep and asked, "How big are these arms 
anyway." 

Mom said while still flexing, "Oh, I don't know. I just know that they 
are pretty strong. Maybe we have a tape that we can use to see how big 
they are." 

By this time, Mary and I realized that Mom was hitting it off with this 
guy, so we decided to leave the kitchen and go into the living room to 
watch some tv. From the kitchen, we heard Derek exclaim, "My God, these 
guns of yours are 18 inches! They're almost as big as mine!" 

**** 

After saying good night to Derek on the front porch for about 10 
minutes, Mom walked back into the house like she was on cloud nine. It 
was pretty obvious that she had taken a shining to Derek and he had to 
her as well. 

She sat down on the couch between Mary and I and pulled us toward her 
for a big hug. She said, "I know that you two have been thinking about 
my personal life lately and I think that your worries may be over. For 
the first time in my life, I think that I have met someone who likes me 
for who I am and not for what I can do for them." 

I said, "That's great Mom, but don't you think that you are jumping to 
conclusions a bit. After all, you did just meet this guy." 

Mom said, "I know dear and I intend to be careful, but there was 
something about him that made me feel alive again and made me feel like 
a woman. I hope that you understand that." 

Mary chimed in, "Yeah Mike, don't you remember the last time someone 
made you feel like a woman?" 

 I said, "Very funny sis, I think that was you when we were little and I 
had to play dolls with you that one time." 

We all had a good laugh about that and Mary broke the laughter by 
saying, "You know Mom, I thought that you were going to beat him at 
armwrestling." 

Mom said, "Well, I thought it best to let him win. I could have beaten 
him relatively easily, but I didn't want to bruise his ego in front of 
strangers." 

I said, "Really Mom, you could have beaten him? He's a really big guy." 

Mom replied with a smile while feeling her bicep, "Absolutely, I could 
tell from the start that I was stronger than him, but who am I to pass 
on a 'first class' dinner?" 

Mom continued, "You know I really had no idea how strong I was until 
tonight, but I guess the months that I have been lifting weights have 
really made me strong." 


Mary said, "I'd think so, back when you started, both Mike and I had 
bigger muscles than you, but now look at you... you're a muscular 
beauty." 

Mom blushed and smiled, "Thank you Mary, I'm touched." Then she hit a 
double bicep pose and said, "Like Derek said, 'there's no doubt that you 
are my daughter." 

Mary then raised her arms into a double bicep pose and I felt like I was 
sitting in the front row of a muscle extravaganza. Even though this was 
my sister and Mom I was looking at, my passion for strong and muscular 
women got the best of me and I could feel an erection beginning to grow 
in my pants. The shear amount of muscle on the arms of those two was 
astounding. I think that they would be the envy of many male 
bodybuilders, let alone regular guys. 

I just sat there quietly concentrating on controlling my erection and 
thinking about how I must look to everyone on town. That thought really 
made me become softer down there. Here I am on the edge of manhood and I 
am living with my Mom and little sister who are both stronger than me. 
On top of that, my girlfriend Tammy (From Mike part 1) was perhaps the 
strongest 12 year old to ever have lived. Looking at the overall scope 
of the women/girls in my life made me feel like a real wimp. 

**** 

As expected, Derek and Mom started dating one another and from what I 
could see, they were really hitting it off. For Mom's sake, I was 
delighted, but I noticed that each time Derek came by the house to pick 
her up, he became more and more condescending toward me. He never came 
right out and said I was a wimp, but it was pretty obvious that was what 
he was saying. Mom never noticed him doing this and I didn't want to say 
anything for two reasons. The first was that my Mom seemed happy for the 
first time in a long time and the second reason was I didn't want my Mom 
fighting my battles... only a wimp would let that happen. After all, I 
was 17 years old and just about out of high school, that really would 
make me a wimp to have my Mom stick up for me at that age. 

While Derek was become more and more abrasive toward me, he had taken a 
real liking to Mary. For the first couple of weeks that Mom was dating 
him, I thought that he was just being friendly to her, but the more I 
saw, it was more like he was flirting with her. I couldn't help but 
think back to his reaction to her the first time he had met her and how 
his eyes nearly jumped out of his head when she flexed her muscles. 

Each time he would come over he would say to her, "Hey Muscles, how big 
are you today?" 

At which point she would flex her biceps and he would promptly place his 
hands on her arms and say something like, "Not much longer and I think I 
may have to pit you against your Mom in armwrestling... these muscles 
are getting bigger and harder all the time." 

Mary would say something like, "Against Mom? I think that I could beat 
you, just feel this." and she would keep flexing her muscles while he 
had his hands on them. 

On top of the way he always looked at Mary, he also had an eye on her 
friend Kate who had a most impressive set of biceps. He would also feel 
her muscles whenever he had a chance 

What it came down to in my opinion was that this guy was just a muscle-
luster and he got a thrill out of feeling muscles wherever he could. Of 
course I really couldn't say anything because my girlfriend was 5 years 
younger than he and it was her muscles that initially drew me to her. 
But that thought aside, I wasn't comfortable with the way he looked at 
my sister or her friend. 

**** 

One day I was late coming home from school and I saw that Derek was at 
the house and Mom's car was out. I walked in to see that he was sitting 
at the table across from Mary with their arms set to armwrestle. 

Immediately I said, "Hey you two. What's going on here?" 

Mary said, "I'm about to teach Derek that I am stronger than him." 

Derek said, "Just sit back and watch boy, see what real muscles look 
like... just watch our arms and dream." 

Mary had her elbow on a phone book to bring their arms up to even and 
she had her peaked bicep tensed and ready for action. 

Mary said, "OK, on the count of three... ready... one, two, three..." 

With that they started and to my surprise, Mary was holding him steady. 
Gradually Derek started to put more force behind his arm, but Mary was 
holding him in place, her bicep was as steady as a rock. 

I said, "C'mon Mary, you can beat him." 

Derek said to me in a strained voice, "Shut up boy, or you're next." 

Mary snapped back at him, "Don't talk to my brother that way. I guess 
it's time I stop playing with you and show you what these 12 year old 
muscles can do." 

Mary began to bear down on Derek's arm and her bicep swelled to 
proportions larger than I had ever seen before. Derek began to strain 
and grunt trying to push her young arm back, but he wasn't making any 
progress. Her arm was as steady as a rock and she was beginning to push 
his hand back toward the table. After about a 30 second struggle on 
Derek's part, the back on his hand was on the table. 

Mary said, "Well, it looks like I was right, I can beat you after all." 

Derek replied, "Oh my Mary, you are so much stronger than I thought, let 
me see your muscles." 

Mary graciously flexed her right bicep and both of Derek's hands came up 
to surround it. He said, "Oh, your muscles are so big and hard." At that 
point he started to lean his head toward her arm to kiss her bicep. 

I immediately jumped up and said, "Hey, what in the hell do you think 
you are doing?" 

Mary pulled her arm away from his hands when he started in for the kiss. 
Derek snapped at me, "You'd better watch yourself boy or you're going to 
get hurt." 

I said, "If you don't take your hands off of my sister right now, we'll 
just have to see who gets hurt." 

Derek stepped away from the table and started walking toward me. He 
said, "You know wimp. you may have just made the biggest mistake of your 
life." 

When Derek got within my reach I threw a quick left which connected with 
his jaw, but before I could follow it with a hard right, he was on me. 

He threw a punch to my stomach then my jaw which sent me to the floor 
before Mary even knew what was going on. 

She then jumped up onto his back and put him in a headlock. Mary held on 
for all she could, but Derek kept backing her into the wall. With his 
great size, it was really hurting her. 

I worked my way back to my feet and punched him as hard as I could in 
the kidneys. He immediately stood straight up and retaliated with a 
backhand to my face which immediately had blood coming out of my nose 
and sent me back to the floor. 

Mary was still keeping her choke hold around his neck and although it 
was slowing him a bit, she was wearing down faster. 

Eventually, he had backed her into the wall one time too many and he 
lost her hold around his neck and slipped down his back to the floor. 

By this time I was back to my feet again with blood dripping from my 
nose and stood there waiting for his attack. He started to walk to 
toward me and said, "It's time I put your lights out you little pussy!" 

I let him walk right up to me and waited for him to throw a punch. He 
threw a right hook which I had anticipated and was able to duck. I 
countered with an uppercut square on his jaw which sent his reeling back 
onto the kitchen table. 

I seized this opportunity and landed a series of blows to his face. He 
had began to bleed, but he was still able to push me back with his arms 
and kick me into the wall. At this point I was, all but, down for the 
count. 

Mary had come back around and tripped him once he got off of the table 
causing him to land flat on his face. Before Mary was able to jump onto 
his back and perhaps finish him off, the front door opened. 

Mom came into the house and immediately panicked. She shouted, "What's 
going on here?!" The she then saw me down against the wall with blood on 
my face and Mary about to pounce onto Derek. 

Derek spoke before Mary or I could say anything and said, "Your son Mike 
just attacked me for no reason. I didn't do anything." 

I fired back, "That's a load of shit Derek. Why don't you tell her what 
you were about to do with Mary before I stopped you?" 

Mom's expression changed from one of concern and worry to one of anger 
instantly. She looked at Derek and said, "Well Derek, what were you and 
Mary doing to bring all this about!?" 

Derek said, "All we were doing was armwrestling and all of the sudden 
your boy over here attacked me." 

Mom said, "Why were you and her armwrestling? She's only a 12 year old 
girl, there's no way she could possible beat you. What are you up to." 

Derek sat there on the floor trying to come up with an explanation, but 
the words weren't coming to him. The rage was starting to burn hotter in 
her eyes as she began to realize what he was doing. It was bad enough he 
had beaten up her children, but making advances onto her 12 year old 
daughter was more than she could bear. 

Mom then said, "Mike, Mary, I think that Derek and I need to have a 
woman-to-man talk. Could you two excuse us for a minute please." 

Mary came over and helped me off of the floor and we walked out the back 
door of the house. We both knew what was about to happen to Derek. We 
knew that if we were able to put a hurting on him the way we did, our 
Mom was going to totally annihilate him. She was far stronger than 
either of us and her raw strength was being further powered by her 
anger. 

Mary and I were out the door for about two seconds and rather than 
hearing an argument break out, all we heard was the sound of a grown man 
crying in pain and the sound of our Mom's fists pounding away at him. 

For a second Mary thought about going in to try to stop her from beating 
him, but I held her back and said that he had it coming and she would 
know when to stop. 

About 5 minutes passed and all we could hear by this time was the sound 
of her hitting him. I thought to myself that this has gone on long 
enough and she may end up killing him. I ran back into the house to see 
my Mom sitting across his chest pummeling his face with punch after 
punch. His face had been beaten completely beyond recognition and he was 
having trouble breathing. 

I tried to pull her off of him, but she was just too strong for me to 
budge her. It took all the strength both Mary and I had to finally get 
her off of him. Her arms were covered with blood up to her elbows and 
when she looked at her hands and looked at Mary, she started to cry. 

**** 

We called for an ambulance and they took Derek to the intensive care 
unit where he stayed for 48 hours before he was in stable condition. 
Once he was out of the hospital, his face was totally unrecognizable. He 
looked like some type of reject from the circus side show. Shortly after 
his release from the hospital, he left town to try to make a new life 
for himself and look into the possibility of reconstructive surgery. 

For a while I thought that something might happen to Mom because she had 
beaten this man within inches of him life, but I guess Derek was too 
ashamed to press charges against the woman who had disfigured him for 
life. The woman who's young daughter he had tried to take advantage of. 

**** 

From that day forward, Mary started working out harder than ever and I 
joined her for most of those workouts. Of course no matter how hard I 
tried, I was never going to be stronger than her. But it wasn't only her 
muscles that were growing... her cynical attitude toward men was 
beginning to grow as well. Apparently her experience with Derek had 
soured her on men altogether and she was skeptical every time a man had 
anything nice to say about her. 

It greatly pained me to see this because prior to her meeting Derek, she 
was a very sweet girl and would never do anything to hurt anyone. He had 
instantly spoiled her innocence and changed her forever. The way she was 
going, there was almost no doubt in my mind that she was going to hurt 
someone to take her revenge on men in general for the way Derek had 
tried to take advantage of her. 

Once she reached high school age, she was as strong and muscular as any 
male bodybuilder. While I was away at college, she went out for the 
football and wrestling teams with great success, but that is another 
story.