The Change in Gina
by AmazonFan
Sexy mom and muscle daughter vie for a boarder's attention


The change began when I was fourteen.  It was September.  
My older brother Tony had left to start his freshman year at 
State.  Tony, star athlete.  Varsity player in three sports.  All-
State in wrestling three years in a row.  Undefeated his senior 
year.  My best friend in the world.

My dad died when I was ten.  Tony matured overnight and 
tried to look out for my mom and me.  He was my protector 
and my confidant.  I used to love to spend time with him 
when he'd work out down in the basement.  He'd lift weights 
in our makeshift exercise room.  I'd just sit there and talk to 
him, my captive audience.

So when he left home I felt a little lonely.  I loved my mom, 
but it wasn't the same talking to her.  I felt myself drawn to the 
basement, to the special place where Tony and I had spent 
so many hours after school.

There were the familiar musty smells of the cellar's dampness 
and Tony's sweat.  The vinyl pads on the benches smelled 
like Tony.  I could close my eyes and see him drenched with 
sweat, his muscles straining to do another rep, to complete 
another set.

I looked at all the equipment there.  The dumbbells.  The 
barbells.  The machines, some store bought, some 
homemade.  My mom knew that the only way she'd be 
able to pay for college for Tony and me was through 
scholarships.  So she'd bought anything Tony wanted for his 
gym.  It paid off.  He's on a full athletic scholarship.

But now I was alone with all this, this stuff.  I'd watched Tony so 
many times I knew how each machine worked, the form to 
use for each exercise.  I'd never touched a weight before.  I 
mean, that was for guys.  Look at Tony.  He was a guy's guy, 
a big strapping jock.  That's what all this stuff was for.

I found myself wondering why Tony spent so much time 
down here.  I know he had to do it for sports, but there was 
something more to it.  After a workout Tony seemed so 
focused, so tranquil, so mature.  It seemed to help him work 
out his problems.

If there was some magical power that he derived from lifting 
weights, something that made it easier for him to deal with 
the world, well that's what I wanted to.

I picked up a dumbbell.  It was the littlest one I could find.  
Probably five pounds.  I wrapped my fingers around the 
bar.  There was something familiar feeling about it, even 
though I'd never touched one before.  Must have been 
from watching Tony.  I did a simple biceps curl.  I did it again.  
Slowly.  Concentrating on the feelings in my arm as the 
muscles tensed and responded to the work being called 
for.  I immediately grasped how Tony was able to learn to 
be so focused.  Listen carefully to your body and it will tell 
you everything you need to know.

I was transfixed.

I was transformed.

Whatever Tony had genetically that made him big and 
strong, I apparently had too.

By the time I reached my sixteenth birthday I stood 5'8" and 
weighed 145 pounds.  My arms had gone from tiny to 15".  I 
was rock hard and proud of that, but still I had my insecurities.

The girls in my class said that I was becoming a freak.  That 
lifting weights was giving me boy hormones.  They said that 
that was the reason I could barely fill an A cup bra.  Secretly I 
feared they were right, but I couldn't give up the weights.

Then -- BOOM!  Over the summer I started to fill out.  Mom 
watched with amusement followed by amazement as my 
breasts grew.  Half my tops wouldn't fit anymore.  I gave up 
buying bras because they'd become too small for me.

One day my mom tossed me one of her bras from the 
laundry.  "See if this fits," she laughed.

I completely overflowed her 38C.  "Well my little girl isn't so 
little anymore," she remarked.  "You're bigger than your 
mother."

My transformation from flat to full-figured caused quite a stir at 
school.  Some of the girls got really jealous and started this 
rumor that I had had implants.  They whispered that it wasn't 
natural to have breasts as big as mine that were also so firm.  
They didn't understand that my weight training contributed to 
my firmness.

Finally I just confronted some of the girls in the bathroom.  I 
unbuttoned my blouse and went right up to the girls with the 
smallest boobs and dared them to feel my breasts.  "Try 
telling me they're fake," I said.

That put an end to the implants rumor, but it almost made 
matters worse.  Then they said I was a lesbian because I'd 
bared my breasts and asked them to touch them.  That 
made me furious.  But I knew how to squash that rumor.

My new figure attracted a lot of attention from the boys.  It 
took me a while to get used to having all the guys stare 
down my blouse, but after a while I figured that it kind of went 
with the territory.  I set my sights on one of the cutest boys in 
school.  He wasn't a jock, he was an actor.  But I knew all the 
girls thought he was quite a catch.  I was determined to steal 
him away from one of the girls responsible for the lesbian 
story.

This girl was pretty, but I thought I could match her in the looks 
department.  I definitely had an advantage comparing 
bodies.  But there was one other factor.  I was almost sure 
that she wasn't a virgin.  I still was.  I was going to have to 
face up to the possibility that I'd have to "do it" in order to 
snare this boy.

I went after him shamelessly.  Whenever I'd see him with the 
other girl I'd go over and strut my stuff.  I'd make a big deal 
of yawning and stretching so I could stick my chest out.  
Finally he came up to my locker between periods and 
asked me if I'd like to go see a movie with him.

My early dates with him were quite a revelation.  He always 
seemed so cool at school, but alone with me he seemed 
kind of nervous and shy.  We'd make out, but he wasn't 
going past first base.  I was wondering why he didn't try 
feeling me up.  So one night I just took his hand and put it 
inside my blouse.  He jumped like he'd been electric 
shocked.  I looked down and saw that there was this big wet 
spot in his crotch.  Then he got really embarrassed.  He 
mumbled something about being really surprised that I 
wasn't wearing a bra.

"But I thought you knew I usually don't wear one," I winked.  
"Especially on a date."  I stared into his eyes and hoped that 
his other girl was history.  But I could tell he was still upset at 
himself.  I had a pretty good idea of what had happened 
even though I'd never seen premature ejaculation before.

All of a sudden I had this idea.  I remembered the one 
porno movie I'd ever seen, a video that Tony rented -- he 
didn't realize I'd seen it.  I remembered one of the females 
doing something that I could do and my date's other 
girlfriend couldn't.  I boldly unzipped his fly, reached inside 
and pulled his flaccid penis out.  He just stammered, 
completely in shock.  Then I pulled my top off.  His penis 
began to grow big and hard in my hand.  He just sat there, 
frozen.  I bent over him and wrapped my breasts around his 
burgeoning erection.  I squeezed my breasts together and 
rubbed them up and down his shaft, just like that porn star 
had done.  He shuddered and came again in about thirty 
seconds.

After that I had every guy in school chasing me.

So much for the lesbian rumor.

By the time I turned eighteen I was packing 180 pounds on 
my 5'10" frame.  Arms 17".  Thighs 25".  Calves 16".  45-24-39.  
Somewhere between a D and a DD cup.  I graduated and 
started college right here in town.  My mom had opened a 
small boutique and I was trying to help her manage it by 
staying at home instead of going away to school.

Tony had graduated from college and was going to be 
living halfway across the country.  He was amazed at my 
progress.  He said that every time he came home for a visit, I 
had a new body.  He watched me work out and his jaw 
would drop.  He told me he'd never seen a girl as strong as I 
was.  He asked me if I realized I was stronger than most 
guys.  I said I really had no basis for comparison other than 
him.

"Well I've got to warn you," he said, "You're packing so 
much muscle that you're going to scare guys away."

I just smiled and looked down at my chest.  "Most guys are 
so busy looking at these, they don't even notice my 
muscles." I grinned.

Tony just shook his head.  "I think I'd better keep my mouth 
shut," he said.  "Big brothers aren't supposed to make 
comments about their little sisters' bodies."

In October mom told me that she wanted to take on a 
boarder.  She thought the extra income would help us and 
that way I might be able to transfer to another college for 
my junior and senior years.  She said she'd found a young 
man who was an accountant.  He was also going to help 
mom keep the books for the boutique.

Bill Parker was his name.  He'd come from a small town in 
Nebraska.  He seemed very shy.  He pretty much kept to 
himself.  You would have thought he'd have a more active 
social life.  He was young, single, and pretty good looking.  
But I never saw any signs that he was dating anyone.  I 
wasn't dating anyone at the time either.

It was a Saturday morning.  Mom had gone to open the 
store.  I was down the basement working out.  I was lying on 
an incline bench doing incline flyes for my bust.  I felt like 
someone was staring at me.

I turned to look and there was Bill, on the stairs, looking down 
at me.  I don't think he thought I'd catch him.  He apologized 
and said he heard noises coming from the cellar that he 
couldn't figure out and then he hightailed it back up the 
stairs.

I figured that if Bill was going to spy on me, I was going to spy 
on him.  I waited until he left the house and then I snuck into 
his room.  It wasn't long before I found a folder with a 
collection of pictures torn from magazines hidden in the 
back of the closet.

Practically all the pictures were of female bodybuilders and 
fitness models.  There were also flyers for wrestling videos.  I 
had no idea that women wrestled men!  And it looked like 
the women always won.  I took the pictures and went into 
my bedroom.  I stripped and stood before the full length 
mirror.  I held up the pictures and compared these girls to 
myself.  Not one had the combination of curves and muscle 
that I was seeing reflected back in the mirror.

I drew my arms up and struck a double biceps pose, the 
ballooning balls of steel exploding under my skin.  I inhaled 
deeply and thrust my jutting chest out.

"Wonder what you'd say if you saw all this, Bill?" I wondered 
to myself.  If the pictures were any indication of what he liked, 
then I should be able to get him interested in me.

Bill didn't have many of his meals with us, but he usually did 
Sunday dinner with mom and me.  I waited for him to say 
something about the previous morning.  When he didn't, I 
brought it up myself.

"So Bill, do you like to work out at all?" I asked.

"I'm afraid I've never done much," he replied.

"Well if you're interested, Gina's inherited lots of equipment 
from her brother Tony.  It's all down the basement.  Gina can 
show you around." my mom offered.

"Oh, he knows.  He took a little peek yesterday, but I think I 
scared him away." I said.  Bill seemed very self-conscious.

"You'll have to forgive Gina," my mom continued.  "She's a 
bit of a fanatic when it comes to her exercising."

"I wasn't scared away," Bill replied.  "I just didn't want to 
disturb you."

"I always used to hang out down there with Tony," I said.  "So 
I don't mind having company.  You can just watch or you 
can join the fun."  I looked across the table and noticed that 
my mother had raised an eyebrow at me.  I guess I wasn't 
being subtle enough.

"Gina, are you up to something?" my mother asked me as 
we were doing up the dishes.  "He's older than you are and 
he's living right under the same roof.  I don't want you getting 
into any trouble."

"Come on, Mom," I answered.  "All I did was tell him it was 
okay if he came down when I was working out.  Good grief, 
it was your idea."

"Yes I know that.  But there was something funny about his 
reaction when you said you scared him out of there."

"Hey, listen he was only there for a couple of seconds."

"Were you decent?" she asked.

"Of course!"

"I know you've got some pretty skimpy things to work out in.  
Maybe he was getting the wrong idea."

"Hey, why don't you talk to him then.  I wasn't doing anything 
wrong."

"Just don't go giving him any ideas."

"I'm a big girl now mom.  I have to be responsible for my 
own actions."

"You don't always have a choice when someone else gets 
involved."

"We're not involved mom!" I cried.

The following Saturday morning I waited for my mother to 
head for the boutique before I went down to the basement.  
I debated what I should wear, or not wear.  I was sorely 
tempted not to wear any panties underneath some gym 
shorts.  But Bill seemed so shy I was afraid he'd be frightened 
or feel uncomfortable by anything bold.  Then again, I 
wasn't even sure that he'd show.  I went for shorts and 
panties and a loose sleeveless, midriff-baring top.

I worked out for almost an hour and a half when I decided 
he wasn't going to show.  I wanted to go for a while longer, 
but mom was planning a sale at the boutique and she'd 
need me to help mark down merchandise.  I walked up the 
stairs to the second floor and padded down the hallway.  
Bill's bathroom door was closed.

I slowed as I came to it and stopped to listen.  There was a 
muffled sound I couldn't quite figure out.  Then I heard Bill let 
out this little groan and the noise stopped.  I could hear the 
pages of a magazine turning just as the toilet flushed.

I fought back laughing out loud.  Bill had been beating off!  I 
made a split second decision to be bold.  I just stood there 
right in front of the door.  The door opened.  Bill had a rolled 
up magazine in one hand.  The back cover was showing.  
He froze.  I took a good look at the magazine so I could 
figure out what he was reading (I checked a newsstand 
later and found out it was a female bodybuilding 
magazine).

I just said, "Hi, Bill.  I've been working out.  And what have you 
been up to this morning?  Staying out of trouble?"  I smirked.

He blushed and started to stammer, "H-h-h-hi.  I, I guess I got 
a late start.

I just stood there for a moment, knowing that my sweaty top 
was molding and clinging to my bust.  And knowing that I 
was blocking his way.

"I've got to get a move on.  Lots to do." he said 
uncomfortably.

"Well if you need a hand with anything..."  I slightly 
emphasized the word "hand".  I couldn't help myself.  I spun 
and walked away, afraid that I'd have started laughing if I'd 
stood there another moment.

I got the feeling that Bill was avoiding me the rest of the 
week.  I was a little mad at myself and sorry if I'd made Bill 
feel guilty about masturbating.

And I would have been quite the hypocrite on that score.  
Ever since I discovered that not only were my breasts highly 
sensitive but that I also could reach them with my own 
mouth, I've been exploring the delights of pleasuring my 
own body.

I hoped I hadn't pissed him off and scared him away 
before we'd even gotten to know each other.

Thursday night mom announced that she wouldn't be home 
for dinner on Friday.  She had this coy little smile.

"And what are we up to?" I asked.  "Is this a date?"

"Well not really." she said.  "It's just dinner.  Sort of business."

"One of your vendors from the store?"

"No.  But it is someone I've decided I'd like to get to know a 
little better."

"Why all the mystery, mom?"  Then it hit me.  "It's Bill Parker!  
Isn't it?"  I didn't try to hide my surprise and displeasure.

"Now don't go making a fuss, Gina." she barked.

"What was all that you said about me not getting involved?" I 
shot back.

"It's just a dinner.  He's been saying he has some ideas on 
how to improve the cash flow at the store and we never 
seem to have time during the day.  So I suggested we do it 
over dinner."

"Oh how convenient.  A cozy little dinner."

"Don't get sarcastic with me young lady.  What seems to be 
the problem?"

"To paraphrase what you said to me, he's younger than you 
are and he's living right under the same roof.  What do you 
think you're doing?" I prodded.

"I'm not doing anything wrong.  Good grief.  So what if he's 
younger.  You'd think I was his mother, not yours." mom said 
defensively.  "You know I'm only 38."

"He's closer to my age than yours." I retorted.  Bill is 27.

"You're still a teenager.  One of the things you'll learn when 
you grow up is that the older you get, the less the difference 
between the ages."

"When I grow up?" I challenged.  "Don't throw that shit at me.  
I'm no girl.  I'm a woman, just as much as you are."

"Watch your mouth," she said.  "What you are physically is 
one thing.  Who you are emotionally is another."

"And who you are is pretty transparent too." I hissed.  "Trying 
to intimidate me.  Play the adult.  Keep me away from Bill 
now that you've got your sights on him."

"Sights on him?" she interrupted.  "For crying out loud, it's just 
dinner."

"You're the one who said you wanted to get to know him 
better.  Besides mom, you could have talked business right 
here."  I knew I'd nailed her with that.

"I don't know why I'm wasting my time either explaining 
myself or having to defend myself." she replied, wanting to 
cut the conversation short.

I spent Friday night fuming.  It was so weird.  It was so 
aggravating.  I never imagined I might be interested in the 
same guy as my mother!

Make no mistake about it, she was a very young 38.  She 
was pretty and had a much better body than most women 
her age.  She'd never done a lot of dating since dad died.  
But now she had her eyes on Bill Parker.  Why Bill?  Because 
he was here in the house?  Was she trying to reassert her 
feminine desirability?  Show me she still had it?  Maybe she 
was envious of how my body had developed.  Getting Bill 
interested in her would make her queen bee.

Well, if you've learned anything about me so far it's that I 
don't back down from challenges.  Even if it was my mother.  
She had some advantages.  She certainly had more 
experience than I did, although I had no idea whether men 
would rate her good in bed.

But I had what I thought would be a major advantage.  I 
knew about his closet collection of photographs.  I knew he 
had a thing for strong physiques.  Mom couldn't hold a 
candle to me in that department.

I heard them come in a little before midnight.  Pretty late 
dinner I thought to myself disgustedly.  Well it must have gone 
okay if they stayed out that late.  So, mom had won the first 
round.  But the game had just begun.

I got up early the next morning to make sure I'd be down in 
time for breakfast.  I made a point of not asking mom how 
her dinner had gone.  She didn't volunteer anything either.

I could hear Bill approaching from behind me as I sat at the 
table.  Normally he wears jeans or slacks.  But this Saturday 
morning he paraded into the kitchen right past me wearing 
a pair of bike shorts!  I almost choked on my cereal.  I had 
imagined that Bill was the type to go around strutting his stuff.  
But those shorts revealed what a cute little butt he had.  
How'd I miss that before?  I wondered if mom had noticed.

He finished bending over to pick up the juice from the 
bottom shelf of the fridge.  I cast a quick look at my mom.  
She was checking out Bill's butt too.  Then he turned around.

The tight shorts left little to the imagination when it came to his 
equipment.  I thought wow, he must be bigger than 
average.  Then I realized I was staring.  I glanced at my 
mom.  She was glaring at me, having caught me.

I was determined to show my mother I wouldn't back down.  
"So how was dinner?" I asked Bill.

"Very nice," he said cheerfully, looking at her.

Shit, I thought to myself.  It must have gone well.

"You look like you have some physical activity planned for 
today," I remarked, pointing to his shorts.

"Well I've been sitting on my butt too long.  I thought I'd go 
for a ride this morning."

"Your butt looks fine to me," I joked.  "What do you think 
mom?"

She blushed and told me to keep my mouth shut.

"Well you may want to check the forecast before you go 
out," I said.  "They were saying there was a chance of 
showers today on the news last night."

"I hope not.  I really have got to do something."

Half an hour later, just as mom was leaving for the boutique, 
my prayers were answered.  It started to rain.

"What a shame," I said to Bill.  "What'll you do now?"  I 
crossed my arms in front and tightened my biceps just a bit.  
Bill took a long hard look.

"You going to work out?" he asked.

"Never miss it." I replied brightly, thinking I'd snagged him.

"Well maybe I'll go down later then." he said.

"Why not now?  I'd enjoy the company."

"I think I'd embarrass myself." he answered.  "I'm not 
tremendously muscular or well coordinated."

"It's not a contest, unless you want it to be." I said, testing him.

"I don't think I want to find out just how strong you are," he 
answered.  Of course I knew that was a lie.  Why else would 
he have those flyers for the wrestling videos?

I grabbed his arm.  The muscle wasn't very hard and it was a 
lot smaller than mine.  "Am I going to have to drag you 
down there?" I kidded.

He pulled away quickly, the slightest trace of fear in his eyes.  
"No!" he exclaimed.

"Why Bill I do believe you are a bit scared of me," I laughed.  
I took a step closer to him.  He was only an inch or two taller 
than me.  But I guessed I had 20 pounds on him.  You could 
feel the heat between us.

"I am not scared."

I pushed my sleeve up and slowly flexed my arm, the 
biceps muscle swelling and elongating and then constricting 
into a densely packed ball as it peaked.  Bill's eyes 
widened in disbelief.

"Feel this," I invited.

Timidly he reached for my massive muscle, gently touching it 
with his fingers.  "It's hard as a rock!" he gushed.  His hand 
couldn't go even halfway around it.  "How big?" he started 
to ask.

"Seventeen inches."

"No!"

"Care to measure it?" I challenged.

"That's huge."

"Thanks.  So what do you think of that workout now?"

"If you've got muscles like that, then you must lift big weights.  
You'd be laughing at me."

"No I wouldn't.  But you know we don't have to lift weights," I 
replied, raising one eyebrow.

"What's the alternative?" he asked.  He was walking right into 
my trap.

"Well when my brother Tony wanted a change of pace 
from lifting, he'd get me to wrestle him."  That was a lie.  We 
never wrestled.  I was so much smaller then and Tony was all 
state.  It would have been no contest.

"Wrestle?  You want me to wrestle you?" Bill asked.

"You'll probably have to go easy on me.  Tony used to beat 
me all the time."  I was trying hard to hook him.

"I'm not so sure your mother would approve of this."

Damn it.  Why he have to mention her?

"What's there not to approve of?  It's just exercise."

"I'm not so sure what her reaction would be if she walked in 
and saw me rolling around on the floor with her daughter."

"Well she's at the boutique, so she can't walk in.  Of course if 
you'd prefer, we could invite her to watch.  Kind of a 
wrestling chaperone?"  I laughed, trying to make the 
situation as light as possible.  Bill started to laugh too.

"No, having her watch probably wouldn't be a good idea." 
he said.

"Well then, the coast is clear and you're the one who said 
you had to get some exercise today.  Why don't we give it 
a shot?  If it doesn't work then we'll stop right away."

"I may need to have my head examined." he shrugged.

"Meet you downstairs in five minutes." I shouted, running 
upstairs to get changed.

"What should I wear?" Bill called after me.

"The bike shorts are fine." I called back.  "Kill the shoes."

I slammed the bedroom door and stripped off my clothes.  
My heart was racing.  Mom had her shot last night.  Now it 
was my turn.  I figured this had better be good.  My 
competitive juices were flowing.  I wanted to leapfrog past 
her before she even knew what was going on.

I pulled open the drawer and rummaged through looking 
for a sportsbra.  Not the sexiest look in the world but it would 
make me look quite the athlete.  Then I put on a thong.  With 
my big hard glutes.  I glanced in the mirror at my powerful 
legs.  I'd have to remember to be careful with them.  I didn't 
want to crack poor Bill's ribs.

I smoothed a light moisturizer all over my skin, giving me a 
slight sheen.  Two dabs of perfume between my breasts.  I 
tied up my hair.  I was ready.

I skipped down the stairs to the basement.  Bill was on the 
mats stretching.  He looked up when he heard me and his 
mouth fell open.

"What's the matter?" I teased.

"I don't think I realized how big you are," he replied.

I wasn't going to give him a chance to change his mind.  
"Ready to start?" I asked.

"Whoa!  Are there any rules?" he asked.

"This is just a friendly little workout right?  No need for much in 
the way of rules then, because I'm assuming we're not trying 
to pummel each other.  Okay?"

"Okay.  Here goes."

Bill squatted a little, put his hands out, and started towards 
me.  He may have been expecting me to retreat.  I just 
stood there.  Nervously he grabbed my hands.  He tried to 
move them.  I just smiled.

Suddenly I yanked his arms towards me, forcing our bodies 
to slam together.  He grunted from the impact.  I pulled 
back and slammed him against me again.  I wrapped my 
arms around him and squeezed him tight.

"Holy shit!" he gasped through gritted teeth.  "You're solid as 
a rock."  I held him tight against me, making sure my breasts 
pressed against his chest.  Then I let him squirm out of my 
hold.

"Don't hold back." I told him.  "Don't you want a good 
workout?"

He approached me again cautiously.  He was pretty quick 
and was trying to avoid being grabbed.  We were both 
grinning at each other.  I was glad to see he was enjoying it 
and beginning to get into it.

He ducked down and lunged forward to grab me around 
the waist.  I could have just shoved him to the floor, but I was 
going to go easy on him for a while.  He tried to upend me 
but I kept my balance.  Then I pulled free from him, got him 
in a side headlock and muscled him down.

"Feels like you know what you're doing," he remarked.  We 
wrestled on the floor for a bit.  I could tell he didn't know 
much about wrestling.  He was a bit stronger than I thought 
he'd be, but as I tested his resistance I knew he'd be no 
match for my power.

First I thought I'd show him he wasn't strong enough to beat 
me.  I let him maneuver me on my back.  He slid himself up 
so he was straddling me just below my breasts.  He 
grabbed my hands to go for a pin.

The look on his face was priceless.  No matter how hard he 
pushed down, he couldn't pin me.  Even with his leverage 
being on top he could not get me.  He kept looking at the 
bulging muscles in my arms and shoulders.

"I ... don't ... believe ... this ..." he said slowly as he pushed as 
hard as he could.  "You're ... really ... strong ... for a girl."

"For a girl?!" I exclaimed angrily.  "I'm strong, period."  With 
that I effortlessly bucked him off me.  I bounced to my feet, 
ready to cream him.  But instead I kept my temper in check.  
Especially when I spotted that some swelling had taken 
place in his shorts since we started.  He must be liking what 
was transpiring.

I put my hands on my hips and did a lat spread pose to 
impress him with my exceptional upper body development.  
I smiled serenely and confidently.  "Even stronger than you 
think," I asserted.

"You do have a unique physique," he commented as we 
squared off again.

"What do you mean?" I asked, swatting his hands away.

"You're part bodybuilder, part playmate.  Never seen 
anyone quite like that."

"What about those girls they call fitness models?" I asked.

"Not even close to your size." he replied.

"Sounds like you've made a study of this," I probed.

He started to blush, but he didn't answer.  I got hold of him 
and pulled him against my firm yet voluptuous body again.  
We pushed back and forth, jockeying for position.  It was 
easy for me to force one of my 25 inch thighs between his 
smaller legs.  I could feel his cock was still enlarging, but soon 
it was going to be constrained by the tightness of his bike 
shorts.  I put my other leg behind him and pushed him, 
tripping him onto his back.

We thudded to the mats.  I doubled the impact by pushing 
off him and then dropping my full 180 pounds on him again.  
He squirmed underneath me trying to get out from under so I 
stayed lying prone on top to give as much body contact as 
possible.  It took a bit of struggling but finally I managed to 
capture both of his wrists.

"Putting up quite a little struggle, I see." I commented.  "That 
makes for a fun workout.  Now let's see if I can pin your wrists."  
He tried even harder, but it was a useless expenditure of 
energy.  I toyed with him, letting him wear himself out.

"I won't let you do it." he grunted.  I scissored one of his legs 
between my thighs, allowing me still more contact with his 
tumescence.  It felt as big if not bigger than the best 
equipped boy I'd dated.  I rolled my hips a bit to add more 
friction.

"I'm going to get you," I chuckled, pleased that I was 
getting him so aroused.  I could feel myself beginning to get 
turned on.  I decided he'd struggled long enough.

I added more pressure bit by bit so that his arms were slowly 
but steadily forced to the mats.  By the time I got him about 
six inches away, his arms were shaking from exhaustion.  I 
growled and slammed his wrists down over his head.  Then I 
arched my back, lifting my head up and tilting my neck as I 
pressed my bust tightly against his face.

I could feel his short quick breaths through my bra.  He tried 
to say, "No, get off." but his words were muffled by my 
smothering body.  Suddenly his whole body shuddered 
and I felt his crotch twitch a couple of times.  I had a damn 
good idea what I'd just done to him.

At that instant, we were both startled to hear footsteps 
coming down the cellar stairs.  It was mother.

I scrambled to get myself off Bill, but we got entangled, both 
trying to move at the same time.

"What the hell is going on here?" she bellowed.

"Mom, what are you doing back?" I asked.

"Catching you two doing something you probably wouldn't 
be doing if you knew I'd come back," she snapped.  "You 
know there's help at the store to watch things."

"I can explain..." Bill started to say.

"Bill, don't say anything, please." she said coldly.  "Judging 
by the way my daughter is dressed, or maybe I should say 
undressed, I don't need any explanations from you.  Right 
now I'd prefer it if you'd leave my daughter and me alone."

Bill stood up and started for the stairs.  My mother let out a 
gasp.  She had just spotted see the big wet cum stain on his 
shorts.  She could barely contain her rage as he trudged up 
the stairs.

"You little shit.  You brazen little tramp." she hissed.

"What are you all bent out of shape about?" I tried to say.

"You know damn well." she said.  "I come home to find you 
with hardly anything on lying on top of Bill.  I told you not to 
get involved with him."

"But we were just wrestling."

"Is that what you call it?  What do you think?  That I'm stupid 
AND blind.  Damn it Gina, the man had come in his shorts!"

"We were wrestling." I said.  "What happened to him was an 
accident."

"Oh, I believe that.  Right." she shot back sarcastically.  "I'm 
holding you responsible for what was going on down here."

"I'm not."

"You are."

"I'm not."

"No, Gina.  You are."

"Look, mom.  All we were doing is wrestling.  He agreed to it.  
I didn't force him to do anything.  I am not responsible if he 
finds MY body so arousing that he comes in his shorts."  I 
gave her a smug grin of physical superiority.

She was so pissed she snapped.  She swung wildly at my 
face.  I grabbed her wrist just before she struck me and 
quickly twisted her around, putting her arm in a hammerlock.  
Without hesitating I pulled her backwards onto the floor.  She 
landed with her sides between my legs.  I instantly clamped 
my thighs around her.

I squeezed her until she yelped with pain.  She grabbed at 
my thighs, but feeling that they were unyielding rock hard, 
she bent her fingers to gouge me with her nails.  I squeezed 
her so hard she screamed.

"Don't even think of scratching me or I'll crack your ribcage," 
I ordered.

"Don't, don't squeeze so hard," she panted.  At less than 130 
pounds, she was incapable of dealing with even a fraction 
of my muscle power.

"You're out of control, mother." I said.  "And trapping you like 
this between these two very powerful legs will hopefully 
provide you with an opportunity to cool down and 
reconsider some of the things you've been saying."

"Reconsider?" she said.  There was still a lot of fight in her 
voice.  I tightened my hold so it got very uncomfortable, but 
not yet excruciatingly painful.

"Aaghh.  Ease up." she pleaded.

"Yes, I said reconsider." I continued.  "Reconsider things like 
calling me a little shit and a tramp.  For me to be like that, is 
that a good reflection on my mother?" I laughed.  And then I 
poured on the power for a few tortuous seconds.

"All right. All right.  I shouldn't have called you names." she 
offered.

"And this thing about my staying away from Bill?  That has to 
change too." I announced.

She was silent for a few seconds.  I wasn't sure whether I 
should give her another burst of power to persuade her.

"Please, Gina." she said finally.  "Give me a chance.  Bill and 
I really had this really nice time last night.  I don't meet that 
many men that are nice.  You're young.  You've got plenty 
of opportunity."

"I'll give you a chance with Bill." I answered quickly.  "I just 
want the same thing in return.  Don't try to tell me to stay 
away from him.  Let him decide which one of us, if it's either 
of us, that he likes."

"I don't want us competing.  It will make it very awkward for 
all of us." she said.

"No, you don't want to compete with ME." I shot back 
smugly.  I gave her another burst of muscle power.

"Damn you!  Let go of me!  That hurts and you know it.  You 
want to negotiate with me about Bill, do it fair."

"What's the old expression?  All is fair in love and war!" I 
laughed.  I leaned back and raised my hips a bit as I 
tortured her again with my 25 inch weapons.  I figured each 
one of my thighs is about as big around as her waist.

"All right!  All right!" she finally conceded.  "If you want to make 
a fool of yourself and throw yourself at Bill, don't say I didn't 
warn you.  And I'll bet I can still teach you a few things about 
winning a man."

"Let's the games begin," I declared triumphantly, unlocking 
my muscular, shapely legs.  I stood over mom as she nursed 
her sore sides.  "I think you'd better get back to the store 
before those idiots behind the cash register give it away."

"What are you going to do?"

"Go talk to Bill."

"Then I'm going with you."

"I'd strongly recommend against that, mom." I said sternly.  
"Unless you want me to show him exactly how I got you to 
change you mind."  I pointed one toe at her and flexed my 
leg, the well trained muscles hardening into thick definition.

I waited until I saw mom drive off to the store and ran upstairs.  
Emboldened by my victory, I burst into Bill's room without 
knocking.  He barely had time to grab a towel and wrap it 
around his waist.  He must have taken a shower while I was 
dealing with mom.

"Hey!  What gives?!" he declared.

"Sorry," I said, pulling back.  "Should've knocked.  I was just 
so happy I forgot."

"Happy?  It did not look too happy downstairs when I left."

"Oh, everything's cool now."

"How'd that happen?"

"Well, it took a little doing, but I persuaded mom that she was 
wrong to be angry.  That there was nothing wrong with 
anything we were doing.  And if we want to work out, or 
wrestle, or anything else, it's okay."

"And you're saying she agreed to this?" he asked.  I nodded 
my head happily.  "How in heaven's name did you 
persuade her?"

"I had two very, very strong arguments." I said sexily.  "Two 
I'm sure you would have really appreciated."  I stood with 
me feet apart and slowly ran my hands up the outsides of 
my thighs, down the fronts, and very slowly back up the 
insides to the crotch of my thong.  "These two."

Bill swallowed hard as I tensed the muscles and my thighs 
burst into chiseled relief.

"You fought with your mother?" he asked hoarsely.

"Fought?  No I wouldn't describe it as a fight.  That would 
imply she did something.  Well, actually, she did try to swing 
at me once.  And call me some names.  But then she found 
my two arguments very convincing.  You might say 
overpowering."  I winked.

"I'm not so sure that was a good idea, forcing her against 
her will. She's not going to like that." Bill observed.

"Who knows?" I replied, feeling mischievous.  "Compare her 
situation to yours.  When I had you on the mats, pinning you, I 
was forcing you against your will.  You certainly seemed to 
like it."

Bill turned beet red.  "I wasn't sure before, but I'm assuming 
by your remark that you know what happened to me just 
before your mother came down.  It's, ah, kind of 
embarrassing...."  His voice trailed off.  He looked down at 
the floor.

"Don't worry about it Bill," I reassured him quickly.  I didn't 
want his embarrassment to create an obstacle between us 
again.  I stepped closer to him.  "You may not look at it the 
way I do.  For me it's kind of flattering."

His head snapped up.  "How's that?"

"Well, I'm not your average Baywatch bimbo.  I think I turn a 
lot of guys off.  It's kind of nice to know that I can have the 
opposite effect."  I reached out and touched him gently on 
the arm.  He didn't jump back.  That was a good sign.

"Well some girls for the big muscleman look.  Others get 
turned off by it.  So I guess it works both ways." he said.  
"Being as athletic as you are, I guess you probably go for 
the bodybuilders."

"Not really," I answered.  "I think they tend to be too jealous 
and self-interested.  I prefer guys who are comfortable with 
themselves and comfortable with me.  I don't make you 
uncomfortable, do I, Bill?"  I took a step closer.

"It's a bit disconcerting seeing how strong you are.  I'm not 
sure if I would have been able to beat you wrestling.  I don't 
know how I would have reacted to that." he answered.

At that point I was pretty sure I had him hooked.  Now all I 
had to do was reel him in.

"It's too bad our match got cut so short then, isn't it?" I smiled.  
"Cause I was just getting warmed up."

"Oh were you?" he grinned.

"As I recall I had you pinned quite decisively.  Something 
you hadn't been able to do to me." I said.

"Maybe I was going easy on you."

I stood right up to him.  There was barely an inch between us.  
"I could pin you to this bed in no time flat." I said.

"Prove it." he replied.  I shoved both his shoulders and he 
went flying onto the bed.  I dove forward, landing between 
his legs.  He tried to roll out from underneath me, but I kept 
him contained.  In less than thirty seconds I had his shoulders 
pinned under my legs.

Then the phone rang.  I leaned over and picked it up and 
handed it to him, keeping him pinned beneath me.

"Hello?" he said.  He paused for a moment and then 
mouthed that it was my mom calling.  I couldn't believe 
she'd pull a stunt like that.  "No, I haven't seen her." he said.  I 
was glad that he was lying for me.  "Would I like dinner again 
tonight?  Well I guess that's okay."

I wasn't too happy with that, but I figured he felt trapped 
between the two of us.  But I still had the advantage 
because I had him trapped literally underneath me.  As he 
continued trying to have a conversation on the phone with 
my mom I slowly lifted my arms in a double biceps pose, 
showing off my 17" guns to the max.  I looked over my 
shoulder and his towel was just barely covering his growing 
erection.  I could tell from the way the conversation was 
going that he was going to have to go down to the store.

I stood up and walked to the door.  "We'll have to pick this 
up later," I whispered.  He nodded and then he looked 
down and saw how obvious his erection was.  I turned my 
back to him and pulled off my bra and thong.  I twisted my 
torso around so he could see the sides of my firm breasts, 
but not quite the nipples. His eyes widened in appreciation.  
"Time for me to take my shower," I whispered, closing his 
door behind me.  Let mom try to compete with that.

Their dinner date didn't last as long on Saturday.  In fact they 
were home at little after 10:00.  I heard mom go straight to her 
room.  Bill seemed to be lingering downstairs.  Maybe he 
was hoping to see me.

I slipped on thong panties and a baby doll I took from my 
mother.  It was a gauzy white material that was so sheer you 
could see right through it.  I turned on the light at the top of 
the stairs and walked halfway down.  I knew the light would 
silhouette my body clearly through the nightie.  Bill looked up 
from his chair and did a double take.

"You're going to get me in trouble," he whispered.  "Your 
mother made it clear over dinner that she's not in favor of my 
seeing you."

I walked down into the room.  "And what do you want, Bill?" I 
asked sternly.  I stood with my legs apart, hands on hips.  I 
filled my lungs and stared determinedly at him.

"Don't try to force the issue right now," Bill warned.  "Your 
mother's got cards in her hand that you don't.  I'm getting 
room and board here I couldn't afford otherwise and some 
money working at the store.  It won't be long before I've got 
enough other accounting jobs to not rely on this, but right 
now, I can't."

"She's forcing you financially."

"You're trying to force me physically."

"I thought you liked me."

"I do.  I like her too."

"So how are you going to make up your mind, Bill?" I asked.

"If he's got a brain in his head, he's not going to say anything 
with you standing there practically naked," my mother 
snapped from behind me.  I hadn't heard her come down 
the stairs.  "And by the way, what are you doing in my 
negligee?"

I turned around slowly, feeling guilty that I'd been caught this 
way.  I had no choice but to try to go on the offensive.

"Snooping on us, mom?" I shot back.

"This is my house, little girl, and you are standing in the middle 
of the den.  How's that qualify as snooping?" she answered.  
I didn't have a comeback for that.  "Get upstairs.  Now." she 
ordered.

For a moment I debated whether I should challenge her.  If I 
provoked her physically I could reduce her to nothing in 
seconds.  But what would I gain ultimately?  She'd hate me.  
Bill would probably get thrown out and hate me too.

I walked past her and stopped about halfway up the stairs.  I 
could feel here eyes following me every step of the way.  I 
knew she could see all of me, but Bill couldn't see the upper 
half of my body.  I turned on the stairs and pulled the baby 
doll off over my head.  I stared down at her, my expression 
conveying the incredible superiority of my body.  I tossed 
the negligee down to her and went upstairs.

To Bill's room.

I waited for over an hour for him to come upstairs.  Mom was 
still down there too.  I was getting anxious.  Finally I heard 
both their footsteps on the stairs.  Cautiously I hid in Bill's closet.  
I could still see out through the slats in the door.  The 
bedroom door opened slowly.  They were both together.  
Bill seemed nervous.  Mom put her finger up to her lips to 
signal don't say anything.  She closed the door and pushed 
Bill back towards the bed.

"Don't say a thing," she whispered.  "Just lie back on the bed 
and let me do everything.  I want to do something nice for 
you for being so nice to me."

Bill fell back on the bed.  She spread his legs wide and 
began unbuckling his belt. "Ever since I saw you in those bike 
shorts I've had this in mind," she purred.  She unzipped him 
and grabbed his pants and briefs together.  "Lift your butt," 
she instructed, pulling his clothes off.  "There now.  Let's put a 
little light on the subject."  She turned on a small lamp on the 
bedstand and knelt between Bill's thighs.

As she massaged the insides of his legs, Bill's cock began to 
respond rapidly.  She had it sticking straight up without even 
touching it.  "Bill, Bill," she snickered.  "Look at the size of you."  
One hand encircled his engorged tool, the other caressed 
his balls.  She grinned lewdly.  "Luckily for you I'm up to the 
challenge."

I watched half in amazement and half in disgust as my 
mother laid a big gob of spit on the head of Bill's cock and 
then, with little difficulty, took him all the way down to the 
base.  Bill rolled his head back and began to groan as my 
mother went to work giving him a voracious blow job.

"No one's ever taken it all," he panted.

"Well not everyone has my talents," she said pointedly.  
"Probably because not everyone loves to suck cock as 
much as I do."

Bill sucked in his breath as she took his big balls into her 
mouth.  He was clearly on the verge of ejaculating.  She 
pumped his thick shaft up and down.  "Come for me Bill," 
she purred.  "I want to swallow every drop."  She flicked all 
around his purple knob and then took it all again.  Bill 
clenched the bedcovers and spasmed several times.  He 
groaned loudly as she sucked on his tip.  Begrudgingly, I 
realized that she had gotten Bill to come in about as short a 
time as I had wrestling.

She sure as hell wasn't giving up without a fight. And I'd just 
discovered she had some pretty impressive talents of her 
own.  I sure didn't know how to give a blow job like that!

She got off the bed and walked to the door.  "We'll see if 
you're up to it again sometime," she laughed as the door 
closed.  Bill shook his head as of he was trying to regain 
consciousness and got out of bed.  He headed for the 
door, presumably to go to the bathroom down the hall.  I 
waited till I heard the other door shut and then I quickly and 
quietly went back to my room.

I was fearing the momentum had swung back in her favor.

The next two weeks only reinforced that sinking feeling.  I 
hardly saw Bill, and when I did she was always around.  They 
certainly seemed very friendly to each other.  I didn't have 
any proof that they had been in bed together, but my 
woman's intuition told me they were doing something.  I was 
just about ready to throw in the towel.

I was walking down the hallway when I heard Bill's phone 
ring.  His door was slightly ajar.

"Bruce, buddy, how the hell are you?" he answered.  "I am 
doing fucking great here.  You wouldn't believe what I've 
fallen into here.  I've got two cock-crazed women here 
lined up for Mr. Meat.  And the wildest thing is, it's a mother-
daughter combo.  No, I am not shitting you.  No, the 
mother's a babe.  About 38 with a pair of 38's and, get this, 
the best goddamn cocksucker this boy's pecker has ever 
seen.  Yeah, exactly.  She can take it all boy. Yeah, the best.  
What?  The other one?  Oh, you wouldn't believe her.  The 
hottest hard body babe on the planet.  Outrageous jugs.  
And like, they just stick right out.  No, I'm keeping her in 
reserve.  She's this musclehead and I'm telling you, it's scary.  
I gotta go careful with her because she could snap this poor 
boy in two.  No, man, believe me.  She could do it.  She is 
totally unreal.  Muscles on top of muscles.  No shit.  What?  No 
way.  Of course I've got the dough, but I'm living right here 
as long as they're putting out.  I just play the shy nice guy and 
they eat it up.  I'm getting laid all the way to the bank.  So, 
dude, what are you up to?"

I didn't wait to hear any more of his conversation.  I was livid.  
To think he'd been putting on a big act.  Making fools out of 
my mother and me.

I went to the kitchen where I found mom making dinner.  I 
immediately told her what I'd overheard.  At first she didn't 
believe me.  She said it was some kind of trick I'd dreamed 
up to drive the two of them apart.  But I persisted.

"I think I can prove it to you," I said.

"How?"

"I can force it out of him," I answered.

"I don't want him hurt," she warned.

"Mom, I'm sure I can get him to tell the truth without injuring 
him.  You've seen how persuasive I can be."

"Yeah, well I want to be there.  I want to hear him myself." 
she said.

"Well then here's what we're going to do," I explained.  
"You'll pretend to go out.  Then I want you to sneak back in 
and go up to his room and hide in the closet.  It's got those 
slats so you can see and hear everything.  Then I'm going to 
lure him up there for some wrestling.  All he's doing here is 
getting laid mom, so I'm going to have to make him think 
we're going to fool around."

"You're what?" she interrupted.

"Look, all I'm going to do is get him really horny.  Horny guys 
will tell you what you want to know.  And if he doesn't confess 
right away, I'll add a little pressure."

"How do I know this isn't some sick plan of yours to make me 
watch you screwing Bill?" she said.

"You don't.  It's my word, mom.  You choose.  If you don't 
want me to do it fine, I won't.  But don't come to me later 
when he makes a fool of you." I answered.

There was a long silent pause.  "Okay," she said.  "Do it."

After dinner mom told Bill she was going to go out for a few 
hours to check window displays at some competing stores.  
I figured she'd just take the car around the block and walk 
back.  I'd have to guess how long it would take her to get 
back and sneak up to the closet before I lured Bill upstairs.

Just after she left he went to pee in the first floor powder 
room.  I stood right outside the door.

"Waiting for the bathroom?" he asked, opening the door.

"No, waiting for you." I replied, making sure I was blocking his 
way.

"What for?"

"To find out why you've been avoiding me."

"What do you mean?  I haven't."

"You know exactly what I mean.  I thought you said you liked 
me.  I haven't seen much to support that lately."

"Well I've been busy." he said.

"Not too busy for her," I said, meaning my mother.

"That's been business.  All business." he emphasized.

"Well, it doesn't look like you're busy now," I smiled.

"Doesn't look like you're going to give me a choice, 
whatever I say," he replied, acknowledging that I had him 
blocked.

"That's right," I said, playfully pushing him back into the 
powder room.  I heard a click down the hall.  Mom was 
back.  I grabbed Bill by the butt and lifted him up so he was 
sitting on the countertop.  I stood between his legs and 
pulled him close to me.  I slithered my tongue in his mouth as 
we embraced.  Then I took his hands and slipped them 
under my sweatshirt and put them on my braless breasts.

"My god, these are so perfect," he moaned as he 
kneaded my firm globes, tweaking the stiffening nipples.  I 
pulled the sweatshirt off over my head.

"This time I'll show no mercy," I said.  "When I'm finished 
wrestling you, you'll be begging me to put you out of your 
misery."

"You think you're that good?" he asked.

"I know I'm about twice as strong as you," I replied, flexing 
my biceps.  "Look how big these babies are.  Make yours 
look like sticks."

"I keep dreaming about wrestling you," he said.

"And in your dream, what are you wearing," I purred in his 
ear.

"I start out with clothes on, but you always want to pull them 
off," he answered.

"I wonder why," I laughed, rubbing the front of his jeans.

"You're making me so hard!" he groaned.

"I can feel that," I teased.  I stepped back and gestured for 
him to follow me.  He came upstairs with me and I went 
straight for his bedroom.

"You want to wrestle in here?" he asked.

"Strip down to your shorts," I told him as I stripped down to my 
panties.  He was out of his clothes in a flash.  There was an 
outrageous bulge in the front of his boxers.

"So what's the winner get?" he asked.

"The winner gets to be on top," I said, pointing to the bed.

"Well I don't see how I can lose," he grinned.

"Wait till I get you between these," I threatened, pointing to 
my massive 25" thighs.  "We'll see how you feel then."

Bill flexed his puny arms and sucked in his gut.  I poked him in 
the stomach.

"Soft," I remarked.  He tapped my solid abs.  I put my hands 
behind my neck.  "Go ahead.  Give it a shot." I told him.  He 
made a fist a threw a medium punch.  "Harder."  His next 
punch was much harder.  It just bounced off my stomach.

"Holy shit!  You're made of steel." he exclaimed.

I grabbed him by the neck and pulled him towards me, 
scooping him up onto my shoulder. I dumped him onto the 
bed and yanked his shorts off.  His penis stuck straight up.

"It appears that that is made of steel too," I remarked.  I let 
him roll off the bed and get to his feet.  We locked up in the 
middle of the room.  I spun behind him and got him in a full 
nelson.  I carried him over in front of the mirror.

"See how easy this is for me?" I said.  "It's like you weigh 
nothing!"

"You are incredibly strong," he said, unable to free himself 
from my hold.  I carried him over to the bed and sat back, 
pulling him between my legs.  I crossed my legs in a figure 
four, wrapped around his middle.

"Oh shit.  I think I'm in trouble." he cried.  I pulled up with my 
arms and down with my legs and Bill squealed with pain as I 
threatened to tear him in half.  I forced a submission out of 
him instantly.

I rolled him over so he was underneath me.  Then I 
grapevined his legs and raised my hips up high.  I clenched 
my glutes and began pounding him with my pelvis, my 
thighs acting like pistons for my battering ram body.  He 
grunted and groaned each time I slammed against him.  
Again I forced him to submit.

I flipped him over onto his back and sat straddling his chest.  I 
glanced back and saw that all my abuse had made him 
lose his erection.

"What's the matter?  Can't keep it up?  Am I too rough for 
you?" I scolded.  "Are you too wimpy?  Looks like you can't 
handle me."  I trapped his arms between my thighs and 
calves.  He struggled hard but he couldn't dislodge me.  I 
teased him with my breasts, rubbing them in his face.  Then I 
threatened to smother him with them.  That got him hard 
again!

Even though I knew my mother was watching I couldn't resist 
the temptation to reach back and touch it.

"Don't do that.  You'll make me come." he groaned.

"Do you jerk off thinking of me?" I asked.

"Yes."

"And all these big muscles?"

"You're driving me crazy."

"You'd like to have this big cock inside me, wouldn't you?"

"Oh yes."

"Buried deep inside this nice tight pussy."  I pulled my panty 
to the side so he could see my vagina.

"Please.  I'll do anything."

"Why don't you try repeating what you said to Bruce."

"What?"  The shocked look on his face was priceless.

"You heard me.  You know what I'm talking about."

"How did you?"

"Your door was ajar." I interrupted.

"Look, that was just guy talk.  I was boasting.  I said things I 
shouldn't have." he said.

"Boasting?  Is that what you call it?  Were you boasting when 
you said you had me and my mother lined up for Mr. Meat?"

"I think you heard some stuff you shouldn't have."

Angered by his attitude I grabbed him by the ears and 
pulled his head between my outstretched legs. I forced him 
tight against my crotch and locked my legs in a figure four.

"I don't like liars!" I yelled as I squeezed with all my might.  His 
muffled scream told me I was inflicting the pain I wanted him 
to feel.  "Tell me when you're ready to talk," I shouted, 
punctuating my order with powerful jolts from my legs.

"All right!  All right!!" he yelled, unable to endure the 
excruciating pressure for more than a second.

"So admit it.  You're putting on an act.  You've got enough 
money to be living elsewhere, but you're having to much fun 
putting the moves on me and my mother.  Right?"

"Yes." he said sheepishly.  "But I really was attracted to you.  I 
do like strong women."

"And blow jobs."

"I'm sorry you heard that."

The closet door flew open and out walked my mother.  Bill 
was absolutely panicked.  She walked over to him and 
slapped him as hard as she could.

"You little shit," she hissed.  "Get packed up and moved out 
of here now."

"You don't understand," he started to protest.

"Oh yes I do." she replied and stormed to the door.

"What do you want me to do to him, Mom?" I asked.

"Anything you want.  I'm finished with him for good."  She 
slammed the door as she left.

"You bitch.  You set me up." Bill yelled at me.

"You did yourself in boy and I'd be careful what you call me 
if I were you." I shot back.

"Well the damage is done.  Get off me."

"Not yet."

He tried bucking me off again, but I was too heavy for him.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"To the winner goes the spoils." I replied.  One strong yank 
and my panties were in shreds.  Bill's eyes widened and his 
prick stiffened.  I mounted his flagpole slowly, savoring every 
inch of him until my pussy was filled to the limit.  I growled in his 
ear and began to take him on the ride of his life.

And the rest, as they say, is history.

The End


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