Heavy Muscle Showdown, part two(revision 1)
by supreme
Cora prepares to challenge men in bodybuilding & Sherma faces her son on the wrestling mat!

Note to the reader: this story is part two of the sequel to She Doesn't Bake Cookies.  This is a revised version that has not been posted before.

Cora's bodybuilding program had made steady progress, up till now.  Six months after deciding she would be the first woman to challenge the men in heavyweight bodybuilding, she had built up her physique to over 250 pounds of beautiful, shapely, and rock hard muscle.  It had taken enormous effort, absolute dedication, and hundreds of long, exhausting workouts in the weight room of the elite Spectrum Sports Club, where she now ruled as heavyweight wrestling champ since defeating the arrogant male champion, Rambo Stone.  She knew she now had a body which outclassed most male bodybuilders, including the heavyweights.  An incredible achievement, considering that she was almost 65 years old!

But she was not quite ready.  The city heavyweight bodybuilding championships were three months away and the champion for the past two years, Tony DeMille, was still bigger and brawnier than Cora, weighing  in at a solid 255 pounds of macho muscle.  And Cora knew she had finally reached her natural size limits.  But she also knew that Tony, and the rest of the male bodybuilders, were on the juice:  steroids.  They were able to camouflage their use of it by taking masking drugs, but they were definitely heavy users, and steroids gave them an unfair, but distinct, competitive edge.  She was confident she could compete equally with them, and beat them, if they were drug free.  Unfortunately, they weren't.

But Cora  had a secret weapon.  Before she retired from the corporate world she was CEO of a Fortune 500 company, a cutting edge pharmaceutical firm which had developed a lot of prototype drugs in the sports medicine field.  One of them was a steroid variant that produced all the positive effects - increased muscle mass,  drive and energy - of regular steroids, but none of the negative effects, which for female bodybuilders who used steroids, included facial hair, deepening of the voice, acne and an overall square-jawed, masculine look.  But with DZP(the drug was known by the initials of its immensely long, polysyllabic name), a female bodybuilder could have a fighting chance against a male on regular steroids, and still maintain her femininity.   The drug was expensive, not yet on the market, but through her contacts from her days as CEO Cora was able to obtain a supply, and as she reached her natural size limits, she began taking small doses of DZP.

The day after she began taking the drug, Cora attended the annual city sports banquet at the posh Warwick Hotel.  All of the best athletes, amateur and professional were the guests of honor at this event and, as wrestling champ of the Spectrum Club, Cora had a reserved seat, and got a lot of attention, especially when it was learned that she had outwrestled a very capable male to win her title.  Indeed, Cora was the main attraction at the cocktail mixer before the sit-down dinner began.

She had carefully chosen her evening's attire to show off her huge muscles as well as her lady-like curves.  Stepping out in white, three inch heels, she wore a short, micro-skirt of tight white cotton and a sleeveless blouse with narrow, horizontal, red and white stripes.  The blouse was cut so low in front that her big tanned knockers were almost spilling out, and her nipples and aureoles were clearly outlined by the thin stretched fabric.  The short skirt flaunted the musclewoman's massive bronzed thighs and legs while the blouse exposed her big-caliber arms and shoulders, bulging and rippling with sensuous naked muscle.  To cap off her provocative appearance she had decked herself out with practically an entire jewelry store's worth of pearls(resting comfortably on her exposed bosom), diamonds(hanging from her ears) and gold(rings, wrist and ankle bracelets).  In full warpaint, Cora was absolutely stunning, dripping with sensual femininity and glowing with a combination of muscle power and raw animal sex appeal that turned heads all over the large auditorium where the banquet was held.

As the crowd gathered around her, Cora noticed several male bodybuilders - obviously heavyweights from the bulky way they filled out their suits - gaping at her in astonishment, clearly fixated on her awesome physique.  Cora smiled at them.  Soon you'll get an even closer look at me, big boys! she thought to herself.

Just before the banquet began, the master of ceremonies announced the evening's entertainment.  "Ladies and gentlemen, tonight  our city's reigning bodybuilding and wrestling champion, Tony, the Gladiator, Demille will give us an exciting posing exhibition!  As you know, Tony is favored to again win this year's heavyweight championship, and of course, no one has dared even to challenge him in wrestling for almost a year.  So, without further ado, I present, The Gladiator!"

The lights dimmed.  At the far end of the banquet room was a curtain. It slowly opened, revealing a pitch black stage.  Suddenly a spotlight cut through the darkness, illuminating the center of the stage, and there he was.  Tony was standing proudly, attired in a metalic gold bikini, and dressed as a Roman gladiator, complete with helmet, sword in one hand, and small round shield in the other.  He began dancing around the stage, cutting and thrusting against an imaginary opponent with his sword.  His massive muscles had been oiled to a high gleam and shown sensually as the brilliant spotlight followed him about the stage.  The audience was enthralled and some of its female members practically swooned - gasping, even moaning - as they reacted to the close proximity of  a powerful male animal demonstrating his potent prowess.

Cora felt Tony's power too.  She broke into a light sweat just watching the big stud flex his muscles for the adoring crowd. She could hardly take her eyes off his hard, rounded buns, pressing against and stretching the thin lycra fabric of his skimpy suit.  As he finished his routine, he doffed his gladiator gear and made a spectacular running leap up and off the stage, directly into the standing audience, which parted just in time as he landed nimbly on his feet. The muscle-man then hit a double biceps pose of supreme arrogance and macho pride as the startled audience roared its approval.  Cora joined the crowd as it surged around the handsome champion, the women ogling his bulging bikini, some even patting his big, muscled rump. Tony preened and his huge, powerful chest swelled with pride; he obviously considered himself not just a muscle-man, but a muscle-god.

And the audience, especially its female half,  was in full agreement.

 Cora walked up to Tony,  introduced herself, and seized his hand in a firm shake.  He was taken aback for a moment by her imposing size and muscularity, and responded, "Wow!  You've got some big arms for a woman!"  Cora replied, "Thanks, handsome!  Actually, I think my arms may be bigger than yours!"  The stronglady hit her own double biceps shot, provoking gasps from the crowd and causing Tony's jaw to drop in disbelief. Cora's biceps were huge. Could they really be as big as the male champion's? Or even bigger?  Cora smiled slyly. "Oh, by the way, Tony, did you know that I'll be competing against you at the bodybuilding championships? I had to threaten the IFBB with a lawsuit.  Since they caused the female championship to be cancelled they had to let me enter."  The crowd was hushed.  Everyone could feel the electric tension - physical, psychological, and most of all, sexual - between the two heavily muscled rivals as they stood facing each other, only inches apart.

The big man continued to stare, then a look of understanding, quickly followed by contempt came across his face.  "Wait a minute!  You're that old broad who wrestled Rambo!  Yeah, I've heard of you.  Big deal.  I could beat Rambo in my sleep.  Look, lady, I don't know who you think you are, trying to challenge men, but if you step on stage against me you'll just get blown away!"  "We will see about that, honey," Cora purred, and gave Tony a playful but painful pinch on the butt that caused him to jump in surprise as the audience laughed.  "Ouch!! OK, bitch!," the embarrassed muscleman shouted, "If you show up you're going to get humiliated!  You won't even make it past the first round against men!"   "See 'ya in two months, champ!" Cora replied.

As the banquet began, everyone was talking about the sensational confrontation that had just occurred.  All of the men and most of the women scoffed at the idea of Cora competing in a men's bodybuilding tournament, but a few women, who had seen Cora wrestle, came over to her during the evening to offer quiet words of support.

In the weeks that followed Cora worked even harder at building herself up to ultra-heavyweight standards.  With her own intense work ethic, long, grueling sessions of pumping iron, and the added benefits of DZP, she was pleased with her progress.  She now worked out in a full cotton sweat-suit, purposely concealing her developing physique from view.  When asked why, she replied, "I am going to shock the world at the city bodybuilding championship and I don't want any advance notice!"

There was one side-effect of DZP which Cora had not counted on.  It increased her sexual drive by several orders of magnitude.  Already horny most of the time because of her general healthy lifestyle and hard-core workouts, Cora found she needed "relief" almost constantly. For her daily servicing she relied on the expertise of Fernando, the Spectrum Club's good-looking French bodybuilder/masseur, who had an excellent reputation amongst the club's female clientele as a skilled(and discrete) bringer of pleasure.  Fernando did a good job of "taking the edge off."  Cora was amused when several times she became too physical for him, causing him to pass out in her crushing embrace or simply fainting from exhaustion.  But whenever she did inadvertently K.O. the stud, she left him an extra big tip to find when he woke up.

But Cora needed even more sex than the macho Frenchman could provide. Twice she called up her friend(and bodybuilding protege) Sherma Ross's handsome young son, Tommy. A top college wrestler, Tommy and Cora had begun a torrid affair the previous summer after Cora challenged and defeated him in a grueling match at the Spectrum Club. She flew out to his college town and rendezvoused with him at a local motel.  There they engaged in some spirited wrestling before fucking each other silly.   Unfortunately, the young stud didn't have as much staying power as the voracious older amazon, and tended to pass out from exhaustion even more quickly than Fernando.   But, with his boyish energy, quick,  probing tongue and big, thick snake he was as able a lover as the masseur.   He gratified Cora's ravenous desire, leaving her smiling and satiated, glassy eyed and wet from many pleasure-filled orgasms.

But Cora knew her liason with Tommy must come to an end.  She had watched Sherma become totally infatuated - in a very unmotherly way - with her handsome, 20 year old son, as his bodybuilding and wrestling career progressed.  Inspired both by Cora and Tommy, Sherma herself had taken up bodybuilding and wrestling.  The gorgeous 45 year old brunette divorcee had proven adept at both sports. She was now a formidable heavyweight bodybuilder and wrestler, weighing in at well over 200 pounds, and easily rivalling her son's impressive physique.

During Tommy's spring break, Sherma had talked him into posing with her(by offering him a large increase in his allowance) in the mixed posing competition of a local bodybuilding tournament.  He had never seen Sherma out of regular clothes and was stunned when his middle-aged mom came out of the dressing room in a scandalously tiny purple bikini,  with muscles that Arnold Schwartzeneggar could be proud of!  Sherma noticed immediately that Tommy's impressive cock, outlined by his own skimpy purple bikini, was swelling to enormous size; he was obviously as aroused by his massively muscled mother as she was by him.  The buxom lady bodybuilder's mind was racing, rapidly filling with the wildest, the most erotic, and the most forbidden, thoughts a mother could think. Redfaced, her son could only stammer, "M..mom!" in weak protest, as Sherma drew close, and pulled him into an affectionate embrace, gently squeezing his tush and tonguing him in the ear, while whispering, "Ummm, Tommy; I bet those college girls appreciate that you're hung like a bull!"

Tommy was still in a state of shock(and arousal) as he and his muscle-mom oiled each other up for their posing routine. As he worked the slippery oil onto Sherma's tanned, smooth skin he could feel the hardness and size of her powerful shoulders, arms and thighs.  "Wow, Mom!" he exclaimed, "You've really beefed up; you're more muscular than most of the guys on the wrestling team!"  Both bodybuilders were acutely aware of the other's close physical presence as they continued rubbing each other down beyond the point of necessity, their aroused bodies brushing and touching ever more often and closely. At one point they stood face to face, oiling each other's shoulders and necks, their big, flaring thighs, bikinis, even their hard, muscular stomachs, touching, rubbing, in close physical contact. They were both reluctant to stop when the contest manager announced it was time for them to go on stage.

The unusual pair created a sensation when they, and their relationship, were announced to the audience.  Their routine - designed by Sherma and very simple because it was unrehearsed - nevertheless featured some incredible strength feats on her part as she lifted her muscular son high over her head.  But the two really brought down the house when Sherma drew Tommy close and began a sexy lambada dance routine.  The huge, oiled, muscled physiques of mother and son, naked except for their tiny bikinis, almost fused as they danced back and forth across the stage. Sherma and Tommy gazed deeply into each other's eyes, each nearing the point of total sexual arousal, as their massive bodies clenched together in the lambada.  Tommy's engorged phallas, thrusting agressively against the stretched out lycra of his bikini, brushed and probed against his mother's pubic mound, tautly outlined by her own tiny bikini triangle. They finished their routine only seconds before both reached orgasm!  Sherma was grunting, Tommy was gasping, and both were drenched in the musk and sweat of expectant sex.  Only by supreme effort could they loosen their embrace and turn to face the audience, side by side, holding hands.

The spectators and judges were almost physically overwhelmed by the totally taboo and achingly erotic intensity of what they had just seen.  When the votes were tallied they had easily won 1st place.  Now Sherma gave in to her desire and, squealing like a schoolgirl, jumped up into her son's brawny arms, wrapping her python like legs around his waist as they both shamelessly kissed each other French style, deeply, wetly, and long.

As they drove home in Sherma's Mercedes, neither said a word.  Both knew what was on the other's mind.  Both knew what they wanted, wanted so incredibly much.  But not a word was spoken.

Neither Tommy nor his mother, both staring at the ceiling in their respective bedrooms, was able to sleep much that night.

The next day was Tommy's last at home before going back to school.  Sherma invited him to the Spectrum Club to join her in a weight workout, but when they arrived she sprang a surprise.  "Tommy, I guess you don't know what today is, do you?"  "No, mom."  "It's my 46th birthday."  "Oh, damn, I forgot!  Sorry mom; I'll still get you a present.What would you like?"  Sherma smiled at her son.  "You can give me my present right now, dear!  I want to meet you on the wrestling mat."  Tommy's eyes grew wide, "Huh?" was all he could say. "I want to wrestle you, handsome!  A winner take-all match!  Whaddaya say, hunk?"

Tommy was aghast.  "Now, look, mom, you are a really good bodybuilder, and I'm sure you're strong for a woman, but...dammit...I'm a college wrestler!  There is no way you could fight me!  You'd get hurt! I know Cora beat me, but I've improved a lot since then and I'm sure I could beat her now.  You wouldn't stand a chance!"  Sherma wouldn't take no for an answer.  "I think you're scared your mother might be a better wrestler than you are. You're scared I will beat you! I know I can take you, Tommy!  And I'm going to prove it on the mat!

After much cajoling, Tommy finally agreed to wrestle Sherma, but only after warning her, "OK, mom, but don't expect me to go easy on you.  I'm going to give you a wrestling lesson you won't forget!"  Sherma laughed, "Promises, promises!"  He wasn't surprised when she told him she had planned everything in advance, and that an audience was awaiting their appearance in the club wrestling pit.  After changing in their locker rooms they both made their way to the small circular arena where the club's matches were held.

As Tommy climbed down into the pit, he noticed that the audience consisted entirely of women.  "Hi, Tommy!" one of them called.  "This is your mom's birthday party! Except for you it's girls only!"  "Looks like a hen party to me!" he replied, causing the women to titter. Another woman complimented him on his suit, a gold posing brief,  which had attracted the admiration of the entire female audience. The young muscleman hit a few poses for them, earning some "oohs" and "aaahs" in the process.  The cocky stud clearly enjoyed showing off his bod.

Then Tommy turned around, saw his mom,  and gasped out loud.  Sherma stepped into the pit wearing a purple bikini even briefer than the one she had worn at the bodybuilding tournament; it was almost obscene. But his mother had yet another surprise for him. "Since it would come off anyway, do you mind if I go topless?" Sherma smiled.  "Uh...no mom, I guess not," Tommy stammered, in total shock as his mom unhooked her overmatched bra.  Her big, tanned, well-shaped boobs, freed of all restraint, spilled out.  Tommy was almost mesmerized by her saucer sized auereoles and big, thick, nipples, hard erect, at least 3/4's of an inch long.  Sherma was pleased, and excited, by her son's raw physical reaction. She flexed her biceps, which expanded to 18 full inches, a good half-inch bigger than her bodybuilder son's!  Again, Tommy's big snake stretched the thin gold lycra of his suit to the maximum extent in response to his sexy mother's incredible, massively muscled body.  Sherma knew she should avoid looking at her handsome son/opponent, but couldn't tear her eyes off his superb thighs and aroused cock, outlined so erotically by his bikini, pushing so urgently directly towards her!  She, too,  felt the early stages of sexual arousal.

 The two wrestlers began limbering up, stretching their huge muscles.  Then Cora Jones appeared.  "Hi, Tommy!" she exclaimed.  "Your mom asked me to referee.  Is that OK?"  Tommy ogled the big older woman.  She had forsaken her sweatsuit for a skin-tight one-piece lycra swim suit with vertical black&white stripes, cut high on the hips and low on the bosom, which did nothing to conceal the strongwoman's powerful physique or her alluring curves.  She was even brawnier, and at least 30 pounds heavier, than Tommy remembered.  "Sure, Cora.  That's fine with me."

Cora announced the match.  "Ladies, this morning we have a first for the Spectrum Club, a mother versus son wrestling match!  Our male wrestler, Tommy, 20 years old, 205 pounds, has been challenged by his mother, our very own Sherma, who is celebrating her 46th birthday and weighs in at 212 pounds."  Mother and son were now standing face to face and toe to toe.  They stared each other down, now in open lust and mutual challenge. Again, Tommy's big snake pushed out towards his mother's bikini, making contact through the thin lycra fabric of their suits with her labia as both tried desperately to keep their minds on the match and away from the forbidden territory they both longed to enter.  Cora continued, "This match has no time limit or falls and will continue until one wrestler knocks the other out or forces a submission."

The bell rang.  Both wrestlers crouched and began circling, looking for an opening.  Tommy was determined to teach his mother, and all the rest of the women present, even Cora, who the stronger sex really was.  He would quickly dispose of Sherma, force her to submit, and then, after resting, challenge Cora to a rematch.  He was now a top-rated college wrestler.  It would be easy.

As if by mutual agreement, both mother and son put up their hands and slowly interlocked their fingers: the match would start with a test of brute strength.  Tommy quickly realized Sherma was even stronger than she looked; he could barely hold his own against the tremendous force the muscle-matron was applying against his arms. For several minutes both rivals grunted in exertion as their beautiful bronzed bodies rippled with power.  Gradually, Tommy broke into a sweat and Sherma smiled, "C'mon son, where's that male superiority you were talking about?"  The audience began to get into it, cheering on the pretty middle-aged brunette as she gradually took control of the young stud, forcing him back, inches at a time, toward the side of the wrestling pit as both grapplers grunted with strain.

But Tommy really was a skilled wrestler.  With a quick side-step, he released his part of the hold, causing Sherma to stumble forward.  As she did so, he brought his knee up, crashing into her stomach, catching her right in the solar plexus.  Sherma gasped with pain and fell to her knees, gasping for breath.   The agressive male, utterly confident, seized her left arm and drove her back against the pit wall, where he again kneed Sherma in the belly, over and over, until she collapsed to her knees, defenseless against her son's ferocious attack.

Keeping his grip on the lady wrestler's arm, he savagely twisted it, then hooked around it in a painful arm-bar. Using both his brawny arms against the strongwoman's left arm, he poured on the pressure.  "OK, mom, game's over! I win!  Submit!"

Sherma was clearly in pain.  Groaning, she brought her free hand to her lovely face, which was contorted in agony. Tears began to form in her eyes.  But,  stubbornly, she refused to submit.  "You'll have to do better than that to make me quit, big guy!"  All of Tommy's muscles were bulging with effort now as he glared down at his scantily clad mother.  He felt no trace of pity or compassion.  She was just another opponent he was going to enjoy defeating, even humiliating. Even Cora became concerned, leaning down and asking Sherma if she could continue to wrestle. The big brunette shook her head defiantly that yes, she wanted to continue.

Then she began to struggle, slowly, to her feet.  The first few times she tried,  Tommy was able to increase the pressure on her arm so much he forced her back to her knees.  But she kept trying.  And Tommy was beginning to tire.  He had held his powerful mother down for over 10 minutes.  She should have submitted by now! he thought in frustration, I can't keep this up forever!  Sherma's big, tree-trunk like thighs, flared and bulged with effort.  She felt her strength returning and increasing.  The audience, taken aback by Tommy's aggressiveness and skill, began to sense the big brunette was still in the fight, and shouted encouragement.  "C'mon, Sherma!  You can do it!  GIRLpower!"

Sherma realized Tommy was starting to waver, and his attention was focused on keeping leverage on her arm.  Suddenly the brawny lady wrestler kicked out her leg, catching her opponent just above the ankle.  Tommy crashed to the mat with a thud, releasing his hold.  Sherma was on him in a flash as the all-female audience roared its approval.  In an amazing display of muscle power and wrestling skill, the buxom amazon wrapped her undamaged arm around Tommy's head, twisting it back over his shoulder to the right, while from behind,  she wrapped her thickly muscled thighs around his naked waist.

As soon has he felt Sherma's massive legs clamp around his waist, Tommy knew he was in trouble. He had been stunned with the huge size of his muscle-mom's rock-crusher thighs at the bodybuilding contest.  They were bigger than most male bodybuilders', and now they were locked around his struggling body in a crushing scissors.  Tommy fought desperately to get free, trying to bridge out of the hold, but Sherma had him!  She cinched in her holds even tighter, forcing the young male wrestler to scream in pain. "What's that about a wrestling lesson, sweetie?" Sherma asked, teasingly.

The muscular brunette avoided using the numbed arm Tommy had so brutally twisted until its circulation was restored and she could move it easily.  Then she released her headlock and leaned back on both massive arms so she could apply even more power into her vice-like bodyscissors.  She was enjoying herself, feeling a rush of sexual and muscle power in her freaky, bulging thighs.  The sensation was so delightful she closed her eyes, tilted her head back and smiled. Her gorgeous bronzed physique was bathed in slippery sweat and oil and rippled with power as she poured on the pressure. The women spectators guessed what was happening.  Many of them became so aroused watching mother and son go at it on the mat,  they began squirming in their seats, sweating, panting, some even stimulating themselves. The arena became charged with the aroma of healthy, athletic women in heat.

Tommy was frantically clawing at his mother's mankiller thighs, trying desperately to relieve their terrible pressure. He could feel their seductive smoothness, coiled around his vulnerable midsection, like a giant rippling snake, as well as their awful squeezing power.  The big male grunted with strain, trying to escape his mother's crushing hold. But Sherma was too strong.  She was in control now.  She was the aggressor.  She would now give her cocky, overconfident son a wrestling lesson he would never forget.

After punishing him for almost 10 minutes, Sherma could feel Tommy's strength fading.  She opened her scissors and Tommy fell over, collapsing on the canvas and gasping for breath, grabbing at his bruised stomach, virtually helpless.  But he was to have no respite.  The musclewoman jumped to her feet,  flipped the unresisting Tommy onto his belly, and grabbed his legs, catching them under her shoulders in an excruciating Boston Crab.  Tommy was shocked back to full awareness by the horrible pain his wrestling mother was inflicting, as she leaned back and squatted down,  using her full bodyweight and almost tearing his legs off.  Slapping the canvas hysterically, the college man realized his mother was a better wrestler than any male he had ever faced.

The lady spectators were now as lathered in sweat as the two wrestlers themselves, and some could not suppress louder and louder shouts, gasps and grunts of their own, as they came closer and closer to sexual ecstasy, watching the two sensuous heavyweights, mother versus son, their naked muscles gleaming and bulging, rippling and coiling, wrestling furiously against each other on the mat.

 When she was confident she had knocked Tommy's legs out of commission, Sherma let them go,  grabbed her son by his hair,  pulled him to his feet and loaded him on her wide, powerful shoulders in an murderous backbreaker.  "OK,  champ; you can dish it out; let's see if you can take it!" Sherma challenged.  The brawny brunette's huge arms bulged with power has she raised her struggling son up, off her boulder-like shoulders, only to brutally crash him back down with a slap as naked man-flesh smacked against her rippling womanly muscles.  Tommy howled in pain as Sherma racked him, again and again, lifting him a few inches off her broad shoulders, then forcefully pulling him back down onto her rocky, unforgiving delts and traps.   Sherma strolled around the wrestling pit as her nearly naked opponent/son wriggled helplessly in her iron grip, giving the aroused female spectators an up-close and personal view of the big muscle-hunk trapped in her backbreaker.  Her gorgeous body was glowing and gleaming with perspiration, oil and sheer sexual excitement as the big female bruiser gloried in her physical dominance over the powerful male wrestler who also happened to be her son. "You've had it, Tommy!  Submit!" Sherma demanded.  But, between his screams, Tommy managed to gasp out a "no."

The sexy strongwoman was starting to lose her temper.  Her son was as stubborn as she was.  Dumping him on the mat, she quickly jerked him up by the hair yet again, and pulled the groggy stud into a bearhug.  Sherma crushed her struggling son into her buxom, muscled chest as his feet dangled a few inches above the canvas.  He could feel the big, thick nipples of his mother's breasts, even the wine-dark texture of her aureoles, as she pulled him tighter against her amazon body. The strong woman could feel Tommy's proud manhood rubbing hard against her has she continued the punishing hold, weakening him further.  Still, when she again demanded he submit, he shook his head, moaning out another faint but defiant, "No!" as his feet kicked and jerked in futile resistance.

Sherma now understood what she needed to do to finish off her brave, but overmatched son.  "OK, sweetie.  I'll let you off easy," she cooed into Tommy's ear as she released her bearhug and grabbed another fistful of his hair.  Tommy tottered in exhaustion, completely spent, his arms hanging uselessly at his side. Through the fog of semi-consciousness, he could see his massively muscled mom, her large, swollen tear-drop breasts and sensual muscles shining with oil, bulging and rippling with power.  His erection grew even more huge, threatening to rip through the thin fabric of his tiny gold brief.   Gazing at her son's potent snake, clearly outlined in his bikini, Sherma could feel herself getting aroused passed the point of no return.

Keeping a firm grip on the exhausted male's hair with one hand, she turned to the female audience and laughed, "Well, girls, I guess I've proved that mother knows best!"  The spectators laughed as she continued, "Now I'm going to rock my baby to sleep!"  Sherma let go of her son's hair only to wrap her beefy forearms around his head in a deadly standing sleeper hold.  The brunette strongwoman began singing, "Rock-a-bye-baby, in the treetops..." as she tightened her hold, gently swinging the fading muscleman to and fro.  For a few seconds, Tommy swung his arms and kicked his legs in a panicky attempt to escape. Then he tried tugging on Sherma's thick forearms in an attempt to loosen their grip.  But he was no match for his muscle-mom's brute strength and wrestling skill. At first, his eyes bulged in panic and terror.  Gradually, they began rolling back into his sockets as his movements grew weaker and weaker and his body slowly relaxed. In less than two minutes he was out cold, hanging unconscious in his mother's mighty arms, as they glistened with sweat and bulged with sensual power.

Cora checked to make sure he was out and ordered the bell to be rung.  Sherma gently deposited the beaten male wrestler face up on the mat while she stood regally above him, flexing her massive muscles, basking in the cheers of the female audience and in the glow of an intense muscle-lust for her beautiful, muscular, Adonis-like son, whom she had just outwrestled and who now lay spread out before her, utterly defeated, on the mat.

Cora raised Sherma's hand in victory and announced, "The winner of our first mother versus son wrestling match, by knock-out, in 31 minutes, Muscle-mom Sherma Ross!"

The buxom brunette's curvacious and deadly legs straddled the prostrate form of her beaten male opponent, and as she looked down at him and hit another biceps shot, her blood and lust pumped muscles swelled to unprecedented size and rippled with a sensual power that everyone could see and feel. Sherma was now on the razor's edge of erotic arousal.  The close physical combat with her almost naked bodybuilder son had brought her to the line she had only dreamed of crossing, but now there was no going back.  She looked down hungrily at the prostrate Tommy. "OK, girls,  It's time for my REAL birthday present!"

With that declaration, the brawny, buxom brunette slipped out of her skimpy bikini, then reached down and used her long red-painted fingernails to rip off her son's tiny lycra posing brief.  The head of Tommy's powerful snake, engorged to imposing size by his own deep arousal, and already dripping with oily pre-cum,  rose majestically into the air,  pointed directly at Sherma's exposed pubic mound.  The entire audience gasped and sighed at the stirring sight.  Slowly, the middle-aged musclemom lowered herself down onto the magnificent manly shaft of her son.  At first, using one hand to guide it,  she stroked her labia with Tommy's cock-head, beginning gently, then more aggressively.  She grunted ever more deeply and gutturally as the powerful cock began to split her labial lips and she felt ever more distinctly the pressure, the exquisite pressure of its huge, engorged head, now oozing a steady, lubricating stream of hot, oiled precum. Guiding the throbbing phallus with her hand up, between her labia, against her clit and then deep, deep inside her pussy, Sherma screamed in ecstasy as Tommy's huge vibrating cock penetrated into her most sensitive areas.  Groan followed grunt and scream followed groan as she continued to impale herself on the huge slippery snake, "Ugh!!!! OOOOOHHHHH!!!  GOD!!!  YESSSSS!!!  IT'S SO HARD!!  IT'S SO THICK!!  SO BIG!!"

Sherma was out of control, riding up and down, gyrating wildly.  Tommy, too, had been awakened by the delicious sensation of feeling his gorgeous mother sliding down onto his rod of power.  She leaned further down and the full sensuous lips of mother and son met in a furious, deep, wet kiss as they continued to violently fuck each other with an energy that took the breath away from the frenzied female spectators, some of whom actually fainted from their excitement.

Finally, after almost 10 minutes of riding her son, both Sherma and Tommy could feel the deep vibrations of an earthquake eruption of hot, thick, lava-like semen, boiling up from the young stud's balls and exploding upward, through the volcanic shaft of his cock and into the hungry, expectant pussy of his mother.  Sherma screamed louder than she ever had before as Tommy filled her with a massive load of living man-juice.  The two incestuous lovers embraced tightly together in a final, shattering orgasm that left Sherma collapsed on top of Tommy as her clenching pussy milked the last drops of her son's virile semen from his throbbing cock.

For a while mother and son lay entangled together on the mat, recovering their strength.  They gradually realized they were alone.  After mounting her stud-son one more time and riding him to yet another thunderous orgasm, Sherma happily fell back into his arms.  Eventually the two wrestlers seperated long enough to put on street clothes, then drove home together, where they continued exploring their new, exciting, and no longer forbidden relationship.

Many of the horny female spectators had achieved their own small but satisfying orgasms as the match came to its erotic conclusion.  They had staggered out with visions of Tommy's giant snake thrusting over and over again into Sherma's moist, eager pussy.  Even Cora, who had experienced Tommy's prowess, found herself so hot and bothered by the spectacle that she stimulated herself to climax.  Then, deciding she needed more gratification, she went to the massage room to employ Fernando's services, only to find a line of impatient, fidgety women, some in bikinis, some in revealing shorts and dresses, waiting outside his door.  Virtually all the women who had watched Sherma outwrestle and rape her son were here, desperately seeking sexual relief from the talented Frenchman.

As she waited her turn, Cora thought over her situation.  I guess I've lost my boytoy to his mom, but I can always get a new one... like Tony DeMille!  Watch out, Gladiator, Cora is just about ready to show you big hunks what heavyweight female muscle is all about!

to be continued