Adventures of a Suburban Muscle-mom, part one
by supreme
With her kids off to college, a pretty blonde mom becomes a heavyweight bodybuilder/wrestler.


Paige Honeycutt had finally made up her mind.  After the last of her three
children had gone off to college the month before, the beautiful, statuesque
blonde had been torn by indecision.  At 46, she found herself alone for the
first time in 22 years. No more PTA meetings, bake sales, and carting children
around with(or lending them)her Range Rover.  Divorced, with an alimony
payment that kept her comfortably in the upper middle class, or lower upper
class, depending on one's point of view, she was not happy with the prospect
of playing tennis with the same bored, wealthy housewives that she met at her
suburban country club every day for lunch.  Besides, she had been a tennis
champion in college; these women were no competition; not even their husbands
could keep up with her on the court.  She had time on her hands now and wanted
to do something exciting, challenging, and different.  One friend of hers had
offered to introduce her to a modelling agency.  Still  girlish,  with a
blonde "page-boy" hairstyle,  full, firm breasts,  and athletic,  All-American
features,  Paige would command high fees and appear in the leading womens'
magazines. But no.  That was too tame, too...ordinary.  For weeks, she had
been thinking about a subject which had fascinated her for years: 
bodybuilding.  And not just, average everyday, put on a little muscle-tone
type bodybuilding.  No, Paige was enthralled by the extreme, the heavyweight
female and male bodybuilders she had seen oiling up and flexing away on TV and
in magazines. Men, and even women,  bulking up massive, rippling physiques of
well over 200 pounds and flaunting them to the world while clad only in
skimpy, suggestive, bikinis.  I could do that, she had mused to herself more
than once. Of course, my kids would be scandalized!  The mere thought gave her
a secret, deep, even sexual, thrill.  She knew she had the raw physical
material and right genes.  At 5 feet, 8 inches and 170 pounds, Paige was a big
woman, already quite muscular, and a natural athlete.  She ran, did aerobics,
and lifted light weights already.  In fact, she had applied to be an
instructor at her other club, The SportsRing.  Still, she had been hesitant. 
No woman in her social circle was a bodybuilder.  She knew the macho male
instructors at The SportsRing would make fun of her.

It was a trip to the east coast that did it.  Another female friend had
invited her down for some sailing, tennis and guy watching at the affluent
resort of Hilton Head, South Carolina.  One day they were asked, discretely,
if they would like to watch a very exclusive, private wrestling match between
a "well-known" female bodybuilder and a male opponent.  Paige's friend was
shocked.  The very idea!  But Paige was intensely interested.  She had heard
that some female bodybuilders wrestled men for large sums of money.  She
wanted to know, and to see, more.  Could it be true?  And would the woman
stand a chance?

That night Paige found herself, along with her friend, whom she had persuaded
to come, seated in a tiny circular arena, looking down into a pit where the
contest would take place. There were only about 30 other spectators, all
extremely fashionable and affluent looking, both women and men. She had
learned that one of the millionaire habitues of Hilton Head was a sponsor of
female body builders and wrestlers and enjoyed pitting them against male
opponents.  It was he who arranged these private matches and payed the
combatants handsome purses.  When the two wrestlers came out, Paige recognized
the woman at once.  She was Jan Grayson,  the 47 year old blonde bombshell
from California!  She had recently won the Women's World Heavyweight
Bodybuilding crown.  Clad only in a mottled-metallic gold bikini that was
incredibly small, and sporting her trademark neckband, Jan smiled and flexed
her massive, oiled, 200 pound-plus, she-hulk frame for the crowd as she and
her opponent were introduced.  The man was at least as muscular as Jan, a 
handsome black college wrestler from Georgia Tech, named Derrick, with a
shaven-head, who evoked whistles and groans of lust from the women with his
hunky physique and tiny, rasberry-red bikini which bulged in all the right
places.  He was obviously well-endowed. And extremely cocky.  He brazenly
flirted with the female spectators - including the ones with husbands or
dates(several of whom passed him their phone numbers in full view of their
escorts) - and confidently announced he'd, "...put blondie away" in five
minutes.

The match was one of the most exciting spectacles Paige had ever seen.  The
college-man attacked first, and seemed to have the advantage through the early
part of the match, but could never quite pin his buxom, blonde rival.  They
wrestled furiously for supremacy for over 20 minutes.  Then the muscle-stud
seemed to run out of gas, and Jan began taking command, punishing the now
worried looking man with a succession of skillful, brutal holds.  Soon, 
Derrick was helpless in the hands of the big blonde muscle-matron. The crowd
gasped as the beautiful lady wrestler stretched the dazed man across her
massive shoulders, first putting him through a torture rack, then a classic
airplane spin before dumping him onto the canvas.  After toying with him for
awhile, Jan put him into a submission hold, a sensuous, but savage,
camel-clutch.  Astride his back, viciously pulling back his chin with her big
forearms, Jan was the epitome of bulging female muscle-power, from her thick,
sensuous neck and ski-slope traps to her bodacious, diamond shaped calves. Her
body exuded incredible strength and sexuality as she bore down on her hapless
opponent.  Derrick's arms flopped pathetically across the massive tanned
thighs of the amazon as he kicked his legs weakly in a vain attempt to get
free.  "Submit or I'll break your neck!" Jan demanded.  The college-man knew
he was beaten. "OK, OK, YOU WIN!! I SUBMIT!!  PLEASE!!  LET ME GO!! I
SUBMIT!!"  Jan released her semi-conscious opponent, who slumped to the mat. 
Reaching down, the lady wrestler seized hold of his bikini and quickly
stripped it off, displaying it to the audience as the delighted women whooped
and cheered her trophy.  "I like to collect these!" Jan laughed.  Then she
graciously helped the now naked Derrick to his feet, gently squeezing him on
his tush and congratulating him on a good match as she helped support his
weakened body with her other big python. The women oooohed as they admired
Derrick's potent black snake, which was even more impressive "out of the
bag."  Far from being embarrassed at his defeat and nakedness, the muscle-stud
quickly regained a measure of his previous confidence as he observed the
female spectators, and Jan herself, practically drooling over his magnificent
body.  Indeed, Jan was standing so close to the young black wrestler that his
engorged snakehead was actually brushing, even pushing, against the front of
her tiny gold lycra bikini. "Ummmm,  that's quite a weapon you've got down
there, big guy.  Busy this evening?" she asked, huskily. Smiling and
suggestively patting his muscular, oiled body, as she felt the pressure of his
massive cock poking and stroking her pubic mound, she was actually grunting in
enjoyment. Jan clearly had plans for Reggie beyond the wrestling mat.

Paige cheered Jan's victory along with everyone else.  She was amazed to find
herself bathed in sweat and sexually on fire.  The match had totally aroused
her and excited her in ways she had never felt before.  She knew now, that she
had to try this.  She was inspired by Jan Grayson.  Like her, the champion
muscle-woman was middle aged,  a mother with children in college.  Both had
sons about Derrick's age!  I wonder what Jan's son would think if he could see
his mother doing the lambada with this young black muscle-hunk she has just
outwrestled? she wondered.  Paige savored the picture of  the big blonde, 
glamorously sexy in her gold bikini, muscles bulging, straddling a top male
college wrestler - a gorgeous one at that - and forcing him to scream his
surrender to her on the mat.  It was at this moment that Paige resolved to
become an extreme, heavyweight bodybuilder...and also a submission wrestler.

end of part one