thrill they received from certain weightlifting exercises. Paige and the other moms also put on considerable weight as they beefed up towards competitive standards. After a year the pretty, buxom, 38 year old brunette had gone from 136 to 175 pounds, and now packed an astonishing amount of curvaceous, feminine muscle on her 5###7### frame. She and about half of the booster club members had started competing at bodybuilding contests, and each women had been seduced by the intense sexual thrill of walking on-stage in a tiny bikini, her muscular body oiled to a high gleam under the bright arena lights, and flexing her powerful muscles before an enthusiastic and clearly aroused audience of many hundreds of muscle voyeurs of both sexes. They were now totally obsessed with bodybuilding - physically, psychologically and (perhaps most of all!) sensually - and their obsession was contagious. Eventually, all the team mothers had succumbed to the lures of this edgy sport and became dedicated, zealous bodybuilders, spending hundreds of hours a month pumping heavy iron and transforming their physiques into those of powerful musclewomen.

It was soon after this time that the Stratford wrestling team ran out of money. The bad economy had reduced enrollment and fund-raising at the pricey school, and the athletic budget was cut to the bone. If the team wanted to compete at all this year, it would have to pay for its own travel and lodging expenses. The money required would be in the thousands, not hundreds, of dollars. What could the team mothers do to raise such a large sum? Paige Huntington had another suggestion. One both daring - actually outrageous - but also promising. She had noticed how expensive the ticket prices were at bodybuilding competitions, sometimes ranging up to $100 a seat. Yet the auditoriums were always full. ###We###ve all been wanting to show support for our boys through bodybuilding###we###ll, this is the opportunity we###ve been waiting for!

Let###s put on a bodybuilding posing exhibition, featuring our sons###and US! A mixed couples, mother and son pose-down! I bet people would pay good money to see it!###

The other women were shocked into silence. The idea was bold, even brilliant. It might work. But it was also dangerous and###almost###obscene. It clearly had erotic, deeply sexual, even incestuous overtones###the idea of these middle-aged mothers, their oiled, muscular bodies clad only in skimpy, suggestive bikinis, side by side with their sons, who would also be oiled-up, sporting tiny posers, both flexing their muscles in a very sensual display of strength and power### As the room considered Paige###s audacious proposal, no one said a word. Several women grew glassy eyed, a few broke into a sweat, and one or two slowly licked their lips as they imagined themselves, bare shoulder to bare shoulder, with their handsome, muscular young boys, mother and son clad only in teeny bikinis, flexing, posing, pumping### The proposal passed unanimously.

The first Muscle-Mom and Muscle-Son Bodybuilding Exhibition and Posedown, as it was called, did not occur without opposition. The team itself was aghast at the idea.

The teenage boy wrestlers could not imagine a worst place to be than standing in front of a crowd of people, practically naked, flexing his pecs with his practically naked mom! But the mothers used all their maternal and womanly powers to overcome the resistance, though their control over their sons### allowances was - at this point - the most important factor. The Stratford administrators were also appalled. The idea of some of the most socially prominent and wealthy women in the city appearing virtually naked in front of spectators at their school###it was crazy! But the Muscle- Moms Booster Club (as the wrestling team mothers had re-named themselves) would not be denied. These privileged women were used to getting their way in everything and were quite snobbish and superior to anyone lacking their money and looks. Paige was the most snobbish of all. Elected club president, she warned the administrators that if they didn###t agree to the unusual fund raiser, the mothers would refuse to raise or contribute any more money to Stratford, and might send their sons to a different school next year. The administration caved.

To put it mildly, the first muscle-mom ##" muscle-son posing exhibition was a success. Although the Stratford gym held only 600 spectators, the event pulled in a cool

$21,000 at 35 bucks a seat, far higher than any previous ticket price in the history of Stratford. Indeed, the sensual spectacle made the news on every TV channel in town both before and after, with filmed footage of the mother / son bodybuilders strutting and flexing in their provocative suits before an audience that was shocked, excited and wildly enthusiastic at the same time. The bodybuilder moms had made sure that each mother and son wore matching bikinis and performed an artistic, athletic (and deeply erotic) posing routine. In fact, the whole thing created a sensation. Part of it was the spectacle of some of best known and socially elite women in the city parading with their sons ##" both virtually naked except for skimpy bikinis ##" in front of a large audience. The other part was the realization that not a few of the middle-aged muscle- matrons were actually more muscular than their muscled sons: bigger, beefier, thicker and more ripped with bulging muscles. This gender-bending aspect was exciting to the spectators and women, but quite embarrassing to the less muscled boys who were mortified at being outmuscled by their own mothers. Several mother ##" son ###couples### were interviewed on the evening news, both sporting their scanty bikinis and flexing, proudly showing off their bulging, oiled muscles for the cameras. One especially buxom socialite / muscle-mom, her massive ropy legs spread shoulder wide and bulging with power, was pictured proudly carrying her somewhat smaller bodybuilder/wrestler son on her shoulders as he flexed his biceps ##" a gender-bending sight that made the front page of the city paper next morning ##" a provocative sight too: the bikini clad muscle-matron###s skimpy bra had slipped an inch or two down her large, shapely breasts to reveal the top half of her aureoles to the TV audience and newspaper readers!

The huge success, which pulled in more money in two hours than any previous Stratford fundraiser, guaranteed that the mother-son muscle exhibition became an annual event and made the Muscle-Moms Booster Club the most powerful organization on campus. Over the next four years, the exhibitions pulled in larger and larger amounts of money. And, as the ticket prices were raised every year, the pot got bigger and bigger. Indeed, the ticket prices eventually reached $200 a seat. The muscle moms demanded that more seating be provided for the gym to generate even more $$$. By violating fire and safety codes, room for 1,000 spectators was eventually found, and by selling special front and near front row seats as ###platinum,### ###gold,### and ###silver### tickets priced into the high hundreds, the Booster Club was contributing 350,000+ dollars a year to Stratford and had become the schools largest single source of revenue except for tuition itself.

But some within the school administration were worried Stratford had made a devil###s bargain with the muscle moms, who were now, to make a pun, throwing their weight around. The women demanded and won video rights to the exhibitions, and had apparently made considerable amounts selling videos of the muscle moms and sons posing and flexing side by side in the bright gym lights before the audience, and also pumping up their muscles and oiling down in the football team###s weight room, the exhibition version of a backstage pump room. It was unclear how much money this was or where it had gone.

The exhibitions themselves had become more and more sensual, daring and - to be blunt - lascivious. The erotic overtones had gotten more and more pronounced. Each year the posing bikinis of both mother and son, now designed by the muscle-moms themselves, got smaller, thinner, more revealing, and more suggestive. At the previous year###s event the moms had sported minimal bras that left most of their oiled breasts exposed and covered less than half their aureoles -- indeed several bared nipples had been clearly seen. The thin lycra fronts of their bikinis did little more than cover their pubic mounds (and clearly outlined their labia) while their slightly fuller backs at least covered a portion of the muscle-matrons### shapely derrieres, eschewing the thong look at first. At the insistence of their moms, the boy###s bikinis too, had gotten smaller, thinner and tighter, in order to bring out the ###big-cock,### ###muscle-stud### look that accentuated their butts and snakes ##" even their ball sacks were clearly outlined - and especially favored the best endowed of the wrestlers. The boys had resisted the tinier and teenier posers at first, but eventually had come around after maternal persuasion

and became quite proud of their aggressively priapic look.

In fact, the changing relationship between the muscular mothers and their wrestling sons was another source of concern to administrators. The mom-son posing routines had become more physical, more intimate and more erotic. As they strutted and posed together they were often in skin to skin, muscle to muscle contact, performing what

looked like the lambada, or even a sex act, as they flexed their way through the routine. It was the mother who was becoming more and more physically aggressive and lewd in these routines. And it was clear from the enormous bulges outlining the sons### snakes, and the flushed, pouting, agitated look on the mothers### faces, that both mother and son were deeply aroused by each other and that their interaction came closer each year to crossing a red-line.

The physical appearance of the mothers themselves, beyond their skimpier attire and suggestive behavior, had become more erotic, if possible. In the five years since the first exhibition the lady bodybuilders had become bigger, more ripped, and more powerful looking, while at the same time retaining or even enhancing their femininity, becoming curvier, sultrier, and more sensual. Paige Huntington had continued to beef up, to a truly massive 190 pounds, and had recently won the city heavyweight title in women###s bodybuilding. Another booster club member, Candace Sorenson, a big blonde bruiser of Swedish descent, had crossed into 220+ pound territory, and had been interviewed on television saying she wanted to go over 240 pounds and compete against men in bodybuilding!

The mothers had flexed their muscles another way, forcing Stratford to build an entirely new, deluxe weight-training facility and backstage pump room for the exclusive use of the muscle-moms and their sons. And it was used ##" extensively. By now the mothers had gone beyond mere obsession with bodybuilding, pumping iron, and making their physiques bigger, brawnier, and more ripped ##" they were totally crazed with making their muscles bigger and bigger. Most trained in bikinis, along with their sons, which made the training sessions more and more steamy. The posh pump-room resounded to the clink and clank of weights, and the grunts of the musclewomen and their sons as they heaved heavy weights, often late into the night in grueling workouts. Some workouts became so intense the sweat-slick muscle-moms### grunts became moans, then shouts, as they got deep into a furious pump with dumb- bells, grunting louder and louder and demanding their sons worship mom###s engorged muscles, ###Ugh! UGGHH!!! Gettin### BIG###gotta get BIGGER! Gotta get HUGE!!

Timmy!! Come feel my thighs!! Yeah! I can crush rocks with these monsters! Oh###god! Squeeze my biceps! They###re freakin### BOULDERS!! They###re getting### SCARY!! I###m gettin### sooooooo JACKED!! (hee-hee!)### The refined and aristocratic women relentlessly transformed themselves into sexy, pumped-up muscle-freaks!

There was something else ##" the Muscle-Moms Booster Club was getting bigger each year, not only in the size of its members but in their numbers. Over 50 of the city###s most important society matrons were now in its ranks. The women stayed on after their sons had graduated, reveling more and more in the raw, sensual power of their rippling physiques and the incredible rush of pumping iron and flexing their muscles on-stage while virtually naked, save for a scandalously tiny bikini. They were excited

by the gender-bending, the knowledge that virtually all the mothers now surpassed their sons in muscularity. Indeed, many of the women outclassed adult male bodybuilders, and a growing number had joined Candace Sorenson in announcing they intended to compete against men in contests. But the most exciting thing of all was the thrilling sense of danger they felt by pushing the envelope of the mother ##" son relationship###by entering forbidden territory, coming closer and closer to breaking the ultimate taboo. Every muscle-mom knew they were on the edge of the sexual abyss###everyone felt it, but by unspoken agreement it was never discussed.

But there were rumors the taboo had already been broken, at least by a few. Rumors others heard. Rumors that the divorce rate in the club had risen to almost 100% as husbands, freaked out by their wives### bodybuilder lifestyles (and intimidated by being outclassed physically), headed to court and hired private investigators to dig up dirt on their spouses. Rumors of wild parties at some of the biggest mansions in town, where the bodybuilder mom sponsor ended up naked in a hot tub with several wrestling team members and where alcohol, drugs and sex were available to everyone. And not only at parties. There were rumors the muscle-moms were buying steroids for their sons and for themselves (a big factor in the moms getting so much bigger) and encouraging, even forcing, the boys to take drugs in order to build up their muscles and enhance their wrestling performances. And even darker rumors, stories about mother versus son wrestling matches in which the bigger, brawnier mother, after pinning her son, stripped him of his bikini and raped him, or perhaps not rape, for in some accounts the son was as willing as the mother to take the ultimate, taboo step.

One thing was certain, as the mother - son posing routines became ever more intimate and erotic, the former reluctance of the boys evaporated, and they now eagerly posed and flexed with their musclebound moms in front of a thousand cheering spectators.

And finally had come the announcements made the previous week by Paige Huntington, who had remained booster club president even after her son Hunter had graduated two years ago. With her forceful, arrogant personality, she had become a dominant force in the club as well as the school. The glamorous brunette bodybuilder, who favored pricey designer apparel with high cut mini-skirts and low cut blouses to show off her incredible physique, was a gorgeous looking 43 - her favorite style was the ###rich-lady slut look.### She had dropped two bombshells on the administrators.

First, at this year###s mother - son posing exhibition, the muscle-moms would go bare- breasted. The administrators - all men in their 50s to 60s - gasped out loud. ###You mean###Mrs. Huntington###that###the mothers are going to be###topless?### Paige rapped her exquisitely manicured fingernails ##" lacquered bright red - on the table in irritation. ###Right, Dean,### she replied sarcastically, ###so I###m sure you###ll want a front row seat!

After all, most our members have very expensive boob jobs###and they want to show them off!### The arrogant socialite - musclewoman ##" sporting a tiger-stripe micro

miniskirt that flaunted her chiseled, oak-tree legs and a white silk blouse cut low and tight to flaunt her generous bust line - was in lecture mode. She explained how topless bodybuilding contests were becoming popular in Europe and guaranteed higher ticket prices, attendance, and media ratings. ###This year###s base ticket price will be $300, and the ###platinum### price will be $1,000! We expect to clear $500,000 plus this year! Which makes over 1.6 million, gentlemen, since the first exhibition.### And then the pretty musclewoman made her second announcement.

###We need something completely new this year, something that will get everyone###s attention and keep them talking! Since we ladies are posing with the wrestling team, it###s time we had a wrestling match, between one of us and one of the team members. And, gentlemen, since I###m president of the booster club, I get to pick who the wrestlers are. Rodney Lomax, and###me!### This time the gasps were even louder.

Rodney Lomax was the star of the team, who###d been brought to Stratford a year ago on full scholarship, another demand of the Muscle-Moms Booster Club, to improve the fortunes of the Stratford wrestling team. Only 15, but big for his age and athletically gifted, he had led the team to the state tournament as a heavyweight and had almost taken the state title. Rodney Lomax was also black, the only African- American in the school.

Paige had developed an intense dislike of the young black wrestling star. Even though she had demanded Rodney be given a scholarship and brought to Stratford to strengthen the wrestling team, she had been taken aback with how quickly he became idolized by his teammates, and even his coach, all of whom celebrated Roddy (as they called him) as the greatest wrestler in Stratford history. Until his arrival that title had been held by Paige###s son, Hunter, who had captained the team for his last two years at Stratford. Hunter had won several district championships in wrestling but had never gone far in the state tournament, unlike Roddy, who was runner-up for the state title as a 15 year old freshman. He had also won the junior division in several bodybuilding contests and commentators had hailed him as the ###young black Arnold.### It irked Paige that Hunter was already forgotten, and this poor black kid from the ghetto had become a hero. Roddy was the only wrestler with no mother in the booster club - his had died years ago, and his elderly grandmother was in a wheelchair. ###Who does this welfare brat think he is, Tiger Woods?### she grumbled to herself. The truth was that the wealthy and aristocratic white woman was a total snob. And, though Paige would deny it, she was probably a racist as well. It wasn###t that she disliked blacks in general, but she had no African-American friends & really didn###t care to make any.

But there was something else as well. Within a few months of Roddy###s arrival, three female staff members ##" two young and very pretty teachers, and a middle aged secretary, also considered ###hot### ##" had left Stratford under mysterious circumstances. All three were

married, and the secretary had two children in college. But they had left their families; all three had been divorced by their husbands, and had more or less vanished.

The administration and the men weren###t talking, but rumor had it that Roddy had impregnated all three, and the husbands had found out. Paige suspected the story was true ##" Roddy was handsome and charming and it was no rumor that he was extremely well hung. Which brought back the race thing. Paige had heard the stories about the ultra-masculine black male, how many white women (including those married to white men) found them irresistibly attractive, and how, ###Once you go black, you never go back.### She belittled the idea, but was fascinated. How could this 15 year old punk seduce three grown women in as many months? Married women! Could his cock be that good? It was another reason to dislike Roddy.

Even more annoyingly, he had quickly become the favorite of the other muscle-moms, who vied to be his workout partner. Again, this had a lot to do with the fact that the handsome black hunk was beyond well-endowed. At Roddy###s first workout in the booster club###s weight room, pumping iron in his skimpy raspberry poser, the young stud###s huge cock was on prominent display as it stretched the thin lycra fabric of his bikini to the max. The mothers had stopped their workouts to gather round and watch in awe as their new recruit worked the dumb-bells ##" his thick muscles glistening and rippling. His high, rounded buns, prominent under the taut lycra of his skimpy posing suit, also received a lot of maternal attention. The brawny ladies oohed and aahed in admiration, and one muscle-matron actually swooned in a faint as she ogled the stud-boy. The mothers nicknamed him, ###Python### and ###Best Butt,### and Roddy was soon in demand as a masseuse. Paige had watched in disgust as the club###s normally haughty society-women-bodybuilders cooed and moaned like school girls when the bikini clad hunk climbed on top of their muscular backs as they lay on the massage table ##" naked except for their own teeny bikinis ##" to give them a sensual alcohol and oil rub-down after a hard session of pumping heavy iron. Paige was the only mother who showed no interest in Roddy###s ministrations.

So Paige had yet another idea. Ever since she had become the city heavyweight women###s bodybuilding champion, she had known in the back of her mind she wanted to compete against men. Not only in bodybuilding, like some of the other mothers, but also in wrestling. She had trained hard in mixed martial arts, boxing and wrestling, and had recently challenged and defeated her bigger male instructor. In a grueling wrestling match lasting over an hour and ending in Paige###s K.O. of the shocked man, after first battering him into a helpless wreck, and eventually sending him to the hospital with a broken nose, two black eyes, and a cracked rib. She smiled as she remembered. Both wrestlers had worn only suggestive bikinis for the match, which was fought in a private arena before a small audience of male MMA instructors and a few of Paige###s friends in the Booster Club. The men had given her no chance against the tough instructor, a well-known bodybuilder and former college wrestler, and he had openly mocked her as an ###uppity rich bitch who needs to get her butt kicked.### But the muscular brunette wrestled evenly with him for 30 minutes, and as the instructor began to tire seized control of the match with a series of punishing suplexes and then completely dominated him on the mat, thoroughly kicking his butt as the shocked males watched in disbelief and her girlfriends cheered her on. Above all she remembered the frightened look on the macho-man###s face as she wrapped her massive legs around his head in a crushing figure-4 to finish him off. He###d kicked and flopped all over the mat trying to escape, but she had been too strong for her exhausted opponent. The pressure of his face against her labia had almost brought her to orgasm but he had passed out too soon, which brought out her vicious streak - she jumped on top of his chest and, holding him by his hair, slammed his head into the mat, over and over, in a frenzy, until the other instructors pulled her off the beaten man. But the applause from the awed instructors and her friends as the ref raised her arm in victory and her battered opponent was carried off on a stretcher, had provided another near sexual thrill. Paige###s confidence level was increased even more when the humbled instructor admitted to her later that he was on the verge of submitting just before losing consciousness. Now the big brunette was restless for another fight, and saw in Rodney Lomax an overrated, conceited young hotshot who needed to be taken down a peg or two. She was sure she could beat him - she outweighed him by a good 20 pounds - and with any luck her public defeat of him would be so humiliating he would leave Stratford in shame. That, at least, is what the president of the Muscle-Moms Booster Club told herself as the big night drew near.

Now that night was here. The headmaster looked around. Not a seat was empty. The gym was sold-out. There was electricity in the air, more than ever before. He checked his watch. In five minutes, it would start. The man had a very bad feeling. ###They###re going to push the envelope too far tonight###and things will never be the same,### he muttered to himself.

He was right.

End of part one. To be continued.