Muscle-Moms Gone Wild! part two

by supreme

The mother ##" son bodybuilders ###push the envelope### too far & things spin out of control.

Paige Huntington stepped out onto the floor of the jammed Stratford Field House. A spotlight highlighted the gorgeous heavyweight musclewoman, who was also a high-powered attorney, well-known socialite, and president of the Muscle-Moms Booster Club. She was resplendent in a sexy white micro-skirt that boldly exposed most of her powerful, oak-tree thighs and shapely legs, tanned nut brown and oiled to a high gleam under the bright light and perched on 5 inch stiletto heels. She sported a tight red off-the-shoulder silk blouse that accentuated the massive, sloping traps and boulder shoulders of her 196 pound bodybuilder's physique. It was also cut low to reveal half her bosom; indeed it seemed her aureoles were more than just peaking above the hem. Holding a cordless mike as she waved and smiled to applause, she announced, "Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the 6th Annual Stratford Academy Muscle-Mom and Muscle-Son Bodybuilding Exhibition###and Posedown! Tonight we have the best show ever, and you are going to see some handsome boys, and their beautiful mothers...as you've never seen them before!"

The crowd roared with anticipatory delight. It knew that tonight the muscular mothers of the booster club, who had begun the exhibitions to raise money for their sons### cash-strapped wrestling team, included the most beautiful and wealthy women in the city. These elite society ladies, who had first gone into bodybuilding only to show support for their wrestler-sons, but were now competitive muscle-women in their own right, were about to step out onto the gym floor, not only clad in extremely tiny and suggestive bikinis, but also, for the first time, bare-breasted. Since its beginning, the annual mother-son posedown had "pushed the envelope" a little more each year, the bikinis getting progressively smaller and more revealing, the posing routines between the pumped-up mothers and their pumped-up sons getting raunchier, more lascivious. In fact, some critics were claiming that the booster club had gone ###rogue,### promoting illegal steroid use for both mothers and sons, to build up their muscles, and encouraging an almost incestuous relationship between the sexy strongwomen and their hot-bod boys. So far, the criticism and rumors of scandal had only increased ticket sales. The spectators had paid hundreds of dollars a seat for the privilege of watching what had become over the past six years the most talked about, successful, and controversial fundraising event in the city's history.

Indeed, the audience was now composed of the most wealthy, glamorous and powerful men and women in the area, as well as a number of professional male and female bodybuilders, all eager to see the sensual display of maternal muscle alongside the hot young bodies of the muscle-moms' well-endowed bodybuilding sons, themselves clad only in skimpy bikinis. Already, the air was electric with a current of sensuality, hedonism, and eroticism that each of the 1,000 spectators could feel.

"And," Paige continued, "we have a very special new event for you, and I'm really looking forward to that!" Again the spectators roared. Everyone was looking forward to what would be the final event of the evening, the unprecedented inter-gender, inter-generational, inter-racial wrestling match when Paige ##" well trained in martial arts combat - would slip out of her micro-skirt and don a teeny bikini to fight the star of the boy's wrestling team, Rodney Lomax, whom everyone called Roddy...the only black student at Stratford, who would also be clad only in a skimpy bikini. There was a delicious frisson about this taboo-breaking confrontation between the gorgeous, upper-class, white muscle-matron and the handsome young ebony son of the ghetto - who would wrestle each other practically naked - that had created tremendous excitement. Paige herself was more than excited, she was aroused at the prospect of intimate physical contact with the black adonis who was, at 15, almost 30 years her junior, and whom she planned ##" to satisfy a definite mean streak - to humiliate in front of the crowd. But first things first, as she turned the program over to the emcee, who would get the exhibition started.

Even as Paige welcomed the crowd, things were heating up in the backstage pump-room, where the scantily clad mother and son bodybuilders were preparing for their entrance. The muscle-moms### bikinis were now little more than a thin pouch of taut lycra, shaped around their pubic mounds, which they clearly & erotically outlined, connected to the back by tiny strings of spandex. The backs were more revealing than ever, and this year a number of mothers had gone for the thong look, with their ###bikini### back only another spandex string, pulled up tight into their butt cracks. First furiously lifting dumb-bells to pump up their powerful muscles still further, the mothers and sons then began rubbing each other down with heavy coats of gleaming posing oil. Both mother and son eagerly looked forward to this ritual, so laden with overtones of forbidden sex, and for the past several years it had been an important part of the video record of the posing exhibition that the booster club had sold to muscle voyeurs around the world. Tonight the mutual rubdown was even more erotic - for the first time the cocky young sons were applying posing oil directly on their mothers' bared breasts. And it was soon clear that both muscle-mom and muscle-son were enjoying this new part of the rubdown...a lot. Shyly at first, but with growing enthusiasm, the muscular sons ##" themselves sporting tiny, taut bikinis - worked the oil into their mother's muscled bodies, legs, backs, arms, shoulders, torsos...saving their breasts for last. Some mothers stood with legs apart, hands on hips, leaning back, as their masseuse-sons rubbed in the oil, grunting with pleasure as they reached the previously forbidden territory of her boobs. Others preferred their sons up close, with her hands riding gently on the muscle-boy's hips as he performed his sensual massage, their naked torsos and bikinis lightly rubbing in a mother-son lambada. The more bossy moms directed their sons closely, "Ohhh...Bobby...press a little harder...oooh!###that's better!...ummm....take my nipple between your fingers...just lightly rub back and forth with the oil...gently, dear###.oooohhhhh yessssss darling!" Some mothers were working on their sons in turn, rubbing, oiling, massaging...really getting into it.

The most outrageous ###couple### was Shannon Boswell and Roddy. The 45 yr old sports model ##" trophy wife ##" bodybuilder (one of the few muscle-moms not divorced by her husband), had become notorious inside the club for her shameless flirting with Roddy. With her own son graduated and off to college, the buxom blonde had become infatuated with Roddy the day he arrived, almost monopolizing the services of the ebony muscle-stud in recent weeks, insisting that he be her workout partner. This meant Roddy, wearing only a tiny poser, would give Shannon a sensuous oil rub-down before each workout, pump iron with her for an hour, and afterwards mount her back for a deep muscle massage. Tonight Shannon ##" obviously in deep muscle-lust for the handsome teen bodybuilder ##" was even more promiscuous. After Roddy applied a warmly heated coat of oil to her muscled body, the lithesome blonde ##" sitting on the massage table - had aggressively wrapped her powerful legs around his waist, pulling him into a sensual embrace as she felt his big flexed biceps, her big, well-shaped breasts brushing his chest, their bikinis in full contact as the two engaged in a unique kind of pump-room lambada. One of the other mothers, disgusted yet aroused, joked, ###Get a room, you two!### Shannon cooed to her muscle-stud partner, ###Ooooh, Roddy, you###re such a hunk! I###m the one who should be wrestling you tonight ##" not Paige###but at least I###m your posing partner, big boy!### The aroused blonde tightened the grip of her big, muscled thighs around the young black wrestler###s naked waist and began openly grunting with pleasure. Roddy replied, ###I don###t think Ms. Huntington likes me very much###she never talks to me like you other ladies do###but I heard she###s a good wrestler.### By now Roddy###s big cock was dangerously engorged, stretching the thin lycra fabric of his bikini to its limit as it aggressively probed the musclewoman###s labia, which were covered in turn by only a thin screen of lycra. Both were about to lose control ##" Shannon was moaning, ###Umph###Oh! Umph###Oh! OH!!### - when the emcee###s voice brought them back from the edge. "Ladies!" he called out, "One minute till show-time...don't get too distracted!" Candace Olsen, one of the muscle-moms and the biggest person in the room, broke away from the massaging embrace of her son, "C'mon girls! Control yourselves! We're flexing for a thousand people tonight...be ready!"

It took several minutes for the boys to disentangle themselves from their mothers but finally they were able to line up for the procession into the gym. They entered in a file on the right as the audience cheered. And ogled. The boys were sporting the briefest bikinis ever (all designed by their mothers) ##" in a myriad of colors - all accentuating the ###big-cock### look. As the young muscle-hunks marched out their clearly outlined phalluses ##" thrusting hard against the thin lycra of their tiny suits - were bouncing lightly. The female spectators were mesmerized by the sight of so many bouncing teenage cocks ##" one called out, ###It###s our own private snake dance!### and indeed it was, as other women began chanting, ###Snake dance! Snake dance!### The entrance music was from ###Rocky### as each boy strutted and smiled and flexed his muscles ##" gleaming with oil under the bright gym lights ##" the proud, arrogant teen studs basked in the worship of the excited audience.

Roddy was the last boy in the procession and this was his first appearance at the Mother ##" Son posedown. When the audience saw him, the level of excitement rose several notches. Sporting a gold metallic poser, the handsome black teenage bodybuilder was clearly the most muscular of the boys. He was also the most well-hung (the admiring muscle-moms had dubbed him ###Python###) ##" his huge snake and ball sack were even more clearly defined by the straining fabric of his bikini, and even from a distance it looked like it had a life of its own ##" restlessly stretching the thin bikini fabric and bouncing as he strutted. ###Oh my god!### a bejeweled 40-something lady (sitting next to her husband) cried, an urgent tone in her voice, ###He###s a tripod! Yum-ee! I want him!### Throughout the gym, women from 30 to 60 were getting aroused and agitated by the almost naked muscle-hunks in their suggestive posers, parading before them. There were wolf-whistles, screams### and several women shouted demands for Roddy###s phone number.

Then it was the mothers### turn.

The gym was plunged into darkness. The music made famous by 2001: A Space Odyssey, Thus Sprach Zarathustra, was building slowly, louder, louder###

The spotlight switched back on and the audience gasped at what they saw.

The mothers had come out single-file and slowly made their way toward the spectators on the left side of the gym. They were a sight to behold. Massive muscles, thick, oiled, bulging and rippling with power ##" gleaming under the bright gym lights. Sensual curves, feminine and lush. Gorgeous, tanned, super-buff and shredded physiques virtually naked except for the tiny pouch shaped triangles of the mothers### lycra bikinis. And above all, breasts! The announcement that these socially elite and beautiful women would not only appear topless, but flaunt their expensive, designer-knockers in a public posing exhibition had created a sensation in the city and the spectators were almost drooling with anticipation.

They were not disappointed. As the 50 bodybuilding mothers strutted into the gym, their bared breasts were magnificent, jutting proudly and mahogany tanned, with dark-red aureoles in full view - big, thick nipples erect, slightly bouncing with each step. The breasts of several especially edgy mothers sported solid gold nipple-rings, causing more excited chatter in the audience.

Leading was Philippa Wentworth, at 5### 3### the shortest of the muscle-moms, but one of the most densely muscled, with incredibly defined arms, torso and thighs, tipping the scales at a stunning 182 pounds. Clad in a snakeskin bikini pouch ##" no more than a g-string - Philippa sported gaudy diamond earrings and a spectacular diamond neckband around her thick, powerful neck. She strode regally up to her son, her protuberant, tear-shaped breasts pushing his powerful chest as if in challenge. Chip, handsome and well-muscled; at 5###7###, was taller but at 165 pounds was noticeably less muscled than his ultra-ripped mother. He too was naked except for a teeny snakeskin poser which matched Philippa###s, and his big snake was engorged and pushing hard against thin restraining fabric. The muscled pair met, and ##" placing their hands on each other###s naked hips ##" boldly kissed for several seconds, electrifying the audience, for this was no mother-son peck but an enthusiastic and erotic greeting, which promised the audience: more to come! The mother and son bodybuilders stood side by side and joined hands as the aroused spectators cheered. It was obvious the muscle-moms### sensual, scantily clad physiques were appreciated by their sons ##" as the buffed-up women came into view, the big snakes of the muscle-boys had visibly swollen ever larger, stressing their teeny suits even more, all of which was taken in by the crowd. Already, the mothers were pushing the envelope as never before.

The rest of the mothers performed the same ritual, one by one pairing up with their sons. As the massive muscle-queens promenaded before the audience, the level of tension, excitement and raw eroticism rose ever higher. ###Look at those she-beasts!### one woman ##" a local TV celebrity ##" exclaimed. ###They###re more muscular than male bodybuilders!### It was true. The muscle-moms were bigger and beefier than ever ##" all were now heavyweights, and many were ###extreme### bodybuilders who easily outclassed most male bodybuilders in their weight-classes, a fact not lost on the female bodybuilders in the audience, who began teasing their male counterparts. One stage-whispered to her muscleman companion, ###Bet any one of those women could take you, Mike!### The male bodybuilders were aroused but shocked as they realized that these socially prominent, glamorous and wealthy women outclassed them physically ##" it was an alarming, gender-bending revelation for the macho-men, made more so when they recalled that these formidable muscle-women had demanded the right to compete against men in contests.

But the freaky physiques of the bodybuilder moms weren###t the only thing about them drawing attention. Their pouch-bikinis were so tight they clearly outlined the labia of a number of pumped up strong-ladies. Several of the women were sporting tattoos, ranging from discreet roses to bold barbed wire girdling their huge biceps and thighs. Others wore ankle bracelets; still others were pierced and several, like Philippa, wore neckbands. All were flaunting costly jewelry, rings, bracelets, and hair-dos. As the mothers smiled, waved and flexed for the crowd the air grew thick with a penetrating sexual musk###

Then, as most of the mother ##" son couples filed back into the pump-room to wait their turn, Philippa and Chip performed their posing routine, which included the bigger, stronger mom lifting and carrying her son in a variety of sensual poses as they both flexed their huge, sexy muscles. This role-reversal of traditional mixed posing was a feature of every mother ##" son routine. The socialite-strongwomen were making a statement to the eager spectators.

Even the way the mothers flexed was a statement ##" a challenge no observer could miss. It was the culmination ##" the payoff ##" from endless hours of pumping iron in the weight-room. The bodybuilder mothers aggressively attacked each flex, forcing their big, brightly oiled muscles not only to ripple and bulge with power but to grow in size before the eyes of the astounded on-lookers. As they hit the ###macho### poses once reserved for men ##" crabs and double-bicep shots ##" the heavyweight muscle-moms grunted loudly with exertion, many shouting out, ###I###m HUGE! I###m STRONG! I can###t be STOPPED!### staring down the male members of the audience, intimidating everyone in the gym. It was truly gender-bending and deeply erotic to see these elite society women, usually wearing designer skirts and blouses, wearing nothing except a scandalously tiny bikini, bared breasts jutting proudly, boldly flexing their pumped up muscles to greater and greater size. For the next 30 minutes, mother after mother stood before the crowd clad only in her bikini, her cobra-like traps swollen beyond belief; her biceps approaching volleyball size; her huge, boulder shoulders radiating power; her grunts filling the auditorium as she rotated her super-buff torso back and forth, showing off her mind-boggling physique. As one of the more ###mature### muscle-moms, 52 year old Brianna, and her hunky son flexed in the spotlight, a male bodybuilder ##" this one a seasoned pro ##" who had refused to accept that the powerful physiques of the lady bodybuilders surpassed the men, gasped in awe, ###Jesus###that mother out there is old enough to be my mother!###and she###s a tank! Her biceps are bigger than mine###and those thighs!###they could crush steel pipe flat!### His female bodybuilder companion laughed and taunted, ###How###s it feel to be the weaker sex, macho-man? Those lady bruisers out there make you look like a pencil-neck geek!###

It was hard to say what amazed and turned on the spectators more, the incredibly sexy and stupendous muscular development of the mother-bodybuilders, or the increasingly erotic physical contact between the scantily clad mother and her scantily clad son as they pushed the envelope still further - the poses becoming ever more erotic and outrageous as each mother-son pair performed their routine.

Back in the pump-room, lines were being crossed and taboos were beginning to melt away in the erotic heat. As they viewed the sensual posing and flexing out on the gym floor, the mother-son couples there became more dangerously aroused than ever. Several were side by side, arms wrapped around each other, ogling the routines out on the gym floor, a motherly hand gently squeezing her son###s big rump, the son###s hand fondling and stroking his mother###s naked breasts and nipples. Other mothers and sons were in full body, face to face embrace, feeling and kissing the other###s muscles, exchanging deep, wet French kisses ##" tongue wrestling and grinding their hips together as the mother cooed to her son. ###Oooh, sweetie###(grunt!)###you###ve got such a killer bod (mmm###aaah###yeah!)###you are soooo sexy in your cute bikini! (moan!) Don###t you just love my big muscles? I love flexing for you###how ###bout a kiss on my nipples?...(Oh###oh###yes!...yes!...my sweet studly boy!) I###m very happy we###re so close now, aren###t you, baby? (grunt!)### More and more of the muscle-bound mothers were openly stroking and caressing their sons### swollen snakes as the big cocks tried to force their way through the thin lycra fronts of their bikinis.

One thing was for sure: all the spectators ##" audience and bodybuilders alike ##" were visibly aroused and agitated as they watched what was happening on the gym floor. And the pump-room wasn###t the only place lines were being crossed ##" some spectators, both female and male - were beginning to touch themselves, stimulate themselves, deeply affected by the thickening sexual musk in the gym. Other on-lookers were openly necking and petting; several had removed articles of clothing to become more ###intimate### with each other.

The final posing pair was Shannon and Roddy. They were the only couple who were not mother and son, and their long, openly lascivious kiss at the end of the entrance promenade had caused a minor sensation in an audience already highly aroused. Their overtly sexual routine came even closer to crossing the ultimate red-line than the other couples###. The blonde musclewoman and the young black muscle-stud made a spectacular sight ##" evenly matched in bodyweight at around 170 pounds, both virtually naked, ripped and cut with bulging muscles, they had changed into matching white bikinis that set new standards for brevity and suggestiveness. The theme of their routine was two bodybuilders, meeting each other for the first time. Slowly they came together, each one carefully eyeing the other###s physique, then standing face to face, they felt and squeezed and explored each others### rippling, glistening muscles, drawing closer and closer, bringing their powerful bodies into full skin to skin contact. Rocking their hips back and forth, they began a brazen lambada, and proceeded to a series of increasingly erotic acrobatic maneuvers. The bare-breasted Shannon was all over her teen partner, the sexy blonde aroused to a super-heated level by his nakedly sensual physique and above all his huge, thrusting snake, perfectly outlined in the over-stretched fabric of his teeny white poser. Shannon made it clear to everyone that she had a special relationship with the young black adonis, and seemed determined to show off her ###ownership### of his body and attentions, finally leaping into the air and coiling her thickly muscled legs around Roddy###s naked waist in a python grip ##" riding and bouncing on his huge snake, doing a very good imitation of fucking - as both bodybuilders hit a face to face double bicep pose. Shannon###s sexual lust for Roddy ##" broadcast for all to see ##" was a complete shock to her husband, watching from the audience. He had been oblivious his wife###s ###interest### in the ebony hunk ##" until now. His jaw had fallen open and he was whining pathetically, ###Oh my god###oh my god###what will I tell the kids?###(Shannon still had three young children at home.) The rest of the audience, both men and women, were cheering, and sweating, and panting with lust and many were groping each other, as they watched the erotic pair.

Off to the side, Paige Huntington watched Roddy and Shannon as they aroused everyone to a fever pitch. The buxom blonde###s affectionate attentions to Roddy were also a message to Paige: he###s mine! The booster club president was surprised ##" she suddenly felt jealous. Silly thought, the equally buxom brunette snickered to herself. Shannon, you###re such a hussy! You can have your big black boy-toy###the only thing I want to do with him is beat him up in front of all these people!

As Shannon and Roddy exited the gym floor to the deafening cheers of the audience, everyone ##" muscle-moms, muscle-sons and spectators - sexually aroused to an almost hysterical degree ##" was on edge, for everyone knew what was next: clad only in the tiniest bikinis, Paige Huntington would wrestle Rodney Lomax in an unprecedented inter-gender, inter-racial, inter-generation match that would push the envelope right up to the breaking point.

And beyond.

to be continued###

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