The day my mum humiliated me at the Dojo
By Jimp
Teen troublemaker & Jujitsu black belt is disciplined by his mother at the Dojo.


The following story contains descriptions of sex and violence. If this offends
you or if you are under the legal age of consent in your country do not read
on. Although based on real people, names have been changed to protect the
innocent. Any other likeness to anyone dead or alive or fictional is purely
coincidental.

(c) JIM P 2011

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It's Friday evening and I'm outside the sport's centre smoking with the lads
and downing some cans of lager. We're wearing our gi waiting for the little
kids to pack up and go home. A spot of slamming people around the mat then
it's time for more serious drinking and larking around. It's hard to believe
that just a few years ago I had been a gawky looking little kid, short with
buck teeth and wearing glasses. That made me an instant target for any slime
ball to pick on at school. Then Dad started going to Jujitsu lessons to help
him in his black market 'negotiations' and took me with him. "Only killed
three people today, Mum" I would joke on my return from school. She wasn't
amused and kept complaining to Dad that I was too young to learn a fighting
art. She thought I wasn't mature enough and would use the skills
irresponsibly, but Dad thought it was a laugh and encouraged me to continue.
Now, after 6 years, I've got my black belt and no one dares pick on me. It's
me who does the picking on and I'll beat the crap out of anyone who gets in my
way. People must show me respect or I'll force them to. I'm at a 6th form
college now and love the look of fear on their faces when I put a hold on them
threatening to break their arms or legs unless they pay up. It's what my dad
calls being an entrepreneur.

"'Ere Ryan. Ain't that yer Mum in that car?" Andy said. No! It can't be. I
look at the battered old car pulling up at the kerb side with Aunt Julie
behind the wheel and my mum in the passenger seat. Oh no what's the silly old
moo doing here? The gawky old blonde keeps on at me about bullying other kids
and wants to stop me coming to the Dojo until I'm old enough to act
responsibly. Dad says I'm doing great and we'll go beat up migrants in the
summer and fleece them for a change.

The door opens and my Mum swivels in the seat and a pair of white high-heeled
shoes descends to the path at the end of long slim shins covered in sheer
light brown nylons. She is wearing a light mauve sweater over a yellow skirt
dress. "I thought I'd find you here even though I told you that you're
grounded" she told me, her stare magnified by the gawky spectacles that she
wore.

"Shut up Mum, I'm 18 now and can do what I like" I told her turning my back on
her, hoping she got the message. "Wow!" Andy gasped and I looked back. Mum had
got out the car in a way that was hardly lady-like. Her skirt had rucked up
and now everyone could see her long legs and stocking tops. Why does the old
mare wear such short skirts? Its not like she's a young babe. "Come on lets go
in" I say. But they are reluctant to move and keep staring at my mum in a way
that makes me feel very uncomfortable. I mean its not as though she's good
looking or anything. She's in her late thirties or early forties or something,
with a tall willowy figure with big boobs and long slender legs. Her face is
quite plain, long and narrow with a deep chin and big ears. She has long sandy
blonde hair cut in a fringe, tucked behind her ears and falling around her
face to lie mid chest. Her blue eyes were small but magnified by the geek
specs she wore on top of a long sleek nose that ended at a small thin-lipped
mouth crammed with too many teeth. Such small features overemphasised her flat
cheeks and deep chin.

"Are you smoking? You know your granddad got lung cancer and I don't want to
go through that again" she berated me, showing me up in front of the lads.
"Leave it out mum" I shot back and turned to herd everyone into the Dojo but
the boys won't budge. "Orrrrrr! Great legs" Andy moaned. I spun around and saw
that Mum was trying adjust her short dress but in doing so was showing all off
her legs, stockings, suspenders and even her white knickers. "Mum!" I shouted
in embarrassment. "I'm staying here a moment" "Yeah me too, great view""Wow,
fantastic legs".

I spun round angrily to confront the boys. "That's my mum. Stop looking at her
like that or I'll send you home in an ambulance" I threatened. "Oh my God look
at that!" Brad gasped, his eyes widening. I looked back, horrified to see mum
leaning into the car to speak with Aunty Julie. Her dress was so short that it
had risen half way up her bum, which was bare apart from a skimpy thong
between her buttocks. "Ohhh great arse. Amazing calves" Andy moaned. The high
heels were making my mum's long toned calve muscles bulge. Although I was used
to seeing my mum's legs, now that someone had pointed it out, I found myself
staring at the long diamond shaped muscled slabs at the back of her legs and
finding them strangely appealing. Actually they were quite sexy, why hadn't I
noticed that before? "Oh my God, I'd like to suck on those everlasting legs"
someone moaned. That broke my trance. What was I doing looking at my mum's
legs while she showed off her stockings and suspenders? "Orrrrr sexy calves,
sexy calves". I spun around, disgusted to find Andy rubbing the front of his
trousers vigorously. "Stop that! That's my mum. Don't you wank off over my
mum" I cried and tried to grab him but he ran off inside with me in close
pursuit. "Ryan, you come right back here do you hear?" my mum's voice rang in
the background "Ryan, I'm warning you. If I have to come after you, you'll be
sorry".

I thought that was the end of that and got Andy on the mat to give him a good
beating. "Ryan, cease!" Sensei shouted. Reluctantly I released Andy, growling
that I'd get him later and turned to apologise to Sensei. To my horror, mum
was standing in her stockinged feet by his side. "Ryan, I want a word with
you" she said so loudly that everyone in the Dojo stopped what they were doing
and stared at me. I felt my face burn, how dare the old mare come in here and
show me up? "Piss off mum, I'm busy" I snapped. "Ryan! You will show respect
to your lovely mother and apologise right now" Sensei ordered. "What? I ain't
apologising to her. She don't own me" I protested. "Ryan!" Sensei started but
was cut off by my mum putting her hand on his arm. "It's alright. I won't take
up anymore of your time. I can deal with my naughty son" she told him then
walked over the mat towards me. Naughty! How dare she speak as though I'm a
kid! I'm 18 now and a black belt.

My mother came to a halt in front of me and placed her hands on her hips. At
5'9" she towered over my 5'4". "Ever since you've taken up Jujitsu you've
turned into a big bully. I thought this was going to give you confidence and
help you up stand up to bullies, but you've become one yourself" she berated.
"Mum!" "You're just a yobbo who drinks and smokes and beats up little kids"
she continued not letting me get a word in. "Shut your gob!" I spat, shocking
her into silence. I was really angry now. "How dare you come in here and show
me up? Who the hell do you think you are?" I demanded. "Ryan! Show respect"
Sensei barked. "I'm your mother and you're not so big that I can't put over my
knee and spank your behind" she replied. I heard the sniggers. "You're just an
old hag. Go home and wait. I'll come home when I'm good and ready" I told her.
"You will come home right now young man or I will punish you right here in
front of all your friends" she shouted heatedly, her eyes blazed scarily. "Oh
yeah! Like how you gonna do that? I'm a black belt in Jujitsu, you're just a
ordinary housewife" I replied hotly.

"Oh I know how to defend myself, I can deal with a naughty little boy like
you" she flung back in my face. I remembered those self-defence lessons Uncle
Jim brought her. Dad was furious about that especially after that incident
with the burglar [SISLAW#1]. When we started Jujitsu classes, Mum wanted to
learn as well but Dad said no. Martial arts weren't for normal women, only big
butch dykes and that was the end of the subject. "A few self-defence lessons
won't do you any good here, martial arts isn't about kicking someone in the
nuts then running away" I crowed. "I'm a black belt in a proper martial art" I
sneered. "That's enough Ryan. Apologise to your mother then leave" Sensei
shouted. "No, it's alright I will deal with it. I'm a member of the Salvation
Army" the old bird replied. I burst out laughing. "Oh you gonna disrespect me
with some hymns are you?" I laughed. "Right, you asked for it" Mum said and
moved towards me. "Salvation army. What a laugh" I chuckled.

I'll show the stupid old cow, I'll scare her and put her in her place.
Pretending to make a grab for her as if to make a throw, I lurched towards
her. WHAM! The world spun in a blur and I was flat on my back on the mat with
my head in a daze trying to understand what had just happened. "Argh!" a sharp
twist of my arm forced me to roll onto my front. Seoi Nage! My mum had
performed a perfect one-arm shoulder throw, grabbing my arm and turning her
body into me while bending, throwing me over her shoulder so fast that she
almost gave me whiplash. "Argh!" I sensed my mum crouch over my back, tucking
my lower arm under her armpit then wrapping her arm around it. Keeping it
straight, she pushed my elbow joint with the crook of her arm while pressing
down near my shoulder with her other hand. "Argh!" she stressed the joint
making me cry out in pain. Where the hell had the old maid learnt to do that?
"You will do as you're told for once, young man. You will get up, get changed
then go home at once. Do I make myself clear?" she told me. "Argh!" I cried as
mum stressed my arm so much I was scared that she might break it. "Do I?" she
repeated sternly. "Argh! Yes Yes" I couldn't believe it; within seconds my mum
had overpowered me and was forcing me to submit. My mind couldn't comprehend
it. How could my own mother, an untrained middle-aged woman, get me, a young
and healthy black belt in this position so easily? Of course I'd been in
similar positions during class but the knowledge that this was my own mother
made it different and strangely my groin started to twitch as the old mare
again stressed the joint. "Arghh! Yes Yes clear" I cried, my eyes blurring
with tears of pain. "Please mum you're going to break my arm" I begged. "No
more than you deserve for attacking your own mother" she replied. "Argh!" with
one final push against my stretched arm, she released me and I sensed her
standing up.

"Come on Ryan, I'm not waiting all night" she told me. I could people
sniggering. "Mummy's boy" someone said but I couldn't identify who. Mum's feet
were in front of me and I found my eyes drawn up the length of her legs. Boy
did they seem long and from my position on the mat, I could see right up her
short dress as the incredibly long legs rose like two inward leaning pillars
until they met at skimpy white thong briefs. Of course I had seen my mum's
legs before but never from this angle. Somehow she seemed dominant as I laid
at her feet and I had an overwhelming urge to obey her. The sheen of her
stockings shone in the lights and the sight of stocking top and black
suspenders running over firm pale skin triggered an uncomfortable primal urge.

She started tapping her foot impatiently. As I got up, I could feel the eyes
of the whole Dojo upon me. Obedience turned to anger. How dare the silly old
cow show me up in front of the club? "I don't know how you did that but"
"Hai!" BAM! I tasted nylon as the sole of my mom's foot blasted right in my
face, smashing my lips against my teeth. The unexpected kick made me stagger
and I had the fleeting impression of her long leg lowering from my face and
the view all the way down to her skimpy thong covered crotch. "Hai!" BAM! Her
other leg whipped up and around in a blur hammering my chin with a horrible
click of teeth crashing together too hard and blasting my head back so hard
that I saw stars. "Hai!" BAM! Something smashed in the side of my head, and I
just made out the top of mum's foot falling away as my vision tried to focus.
My God, I didn't know mum could kick like that! Her kicks were shockingly
strong, that last one nearly knocked me to the ground. Focus Ryan, I can't let
her kick me in the head again. My mum's face was calm, tight-mouthed, full of
a self-confidence that sent shivers down my spine. "Hai!" her leg lifted in a
flash of stockings and suspenders and thong briefs and strong calves. WHAM!
The top of her foot smashed hard against the side of my chest. "Arrr!" I
gasped as a shockingly hard kick rattled my ribs and drove the air out of that
lung. Oh my God where did that come from? I hadn't even begun to block it and
so strong. Mum could really kick and she could kick hard and fast.

She grabbed my hand and lent back to pull it straight causing me to look into
her piercing blue eyes. They looked so cold and fierce that a jolt of fear
went through me. "Hai!" her leg moved like lightning, one moment it was on the
mat the next it slammed into side of my waist like a metalworker's punch.
"Arrr!" the kick was brutal and I partly creased over on that side.

"Hai!" BAM! No sooner had the foot returned to the mat then it ploughed
straight in the middle of my gut like an express train. "Borrrph!" my breath
left my gaping mouth like an deflating balloon as the power of the kick drove
me clean off the mat. SLAM! I crashed to the mat in an undignified heap unable
to breath with an excruciating cramp in my gut. Laughter rang in my ears but
all I could do was curl up with tears in my eyes in agony as my breathing
refused to work. My face burned red as I realised that my mum just wiped me
out again in seconds in front of the whole club with her long legs. She hadn't
been gentle about it either, her kicks really hurt and that gut kick was
devastating. My own mother! how could my own mother be able to do this to me?
It wasn't possible, I was a black belt and she was nothing. Oh! It hurt so
much; she had a kick like a mule.

"Well I certainly kicked your ass good and proper without once kicking you in
the balls" my mother's voice said. I too badly winded to answer. "Go on, kick
him in the balls" someone said causing an outburst of laughter. This couldn't
be happening, it was like a nightmare. My own mother had floored me twice in
less than a minute. I tried to move but a spasm in my gut stopped me. "Oh does
your little tummy wummy hurt?" my mother's voice was cruel and mocking.
"Serves you right for back chatting me. Now get up and go home" she commanded.
Urrg I rolled over onto my belly but although the cramp was starting to ease,
I still couldn't get up. I could see her legs in front of me with one slightly
bent showing a long slender slab of muscle in her calve. I gazed at that,
putting down a silly urge to put my hand on it and feel how hard it was. She
might have a bit of muscle in her calves but in those sheer stockings her legs
were nothing but feminine. My eyes followed the contour of the outside edge of
her other calve as it swept down in a long shapely curve to her slim ankles. I
worked my way up to her long slender thighs that held a hint of strength and
the shapely curve of her hamstrings at the back of her legs. Andy was right
she does have great legs. I tried to put that disquieting thought out of my
mind as I felt another twinge in my groin.

"Come on Ryan. Stop mucking about; I didn't kick you that hard. Get up" my mum
ordered. Groaning and trying to breathe more normally, I began to stand
finding that I couldn't take my eyes of my mom's legs. Wow they were better
than most of the girls at college, so long, shapely and those stockings! Wow
that made them look so sexy. The college girls just wore tights or leggings if
they wore skirts at all. Jesus! Pull yourself together this is my old mum, not
some supermodel. I forced myself to look at her face. Her eyes magnified by
her spectacle bore into me with a piercing intensity that I couldn't bear look
at for long. "How many years have you been coming here? And I beat you in
seconds. What a waste of money" she scolded. "Probably all that drinking and
smoking. Well that's going to stop from now" she lectured as the class giggled
at me. "Shut up mum" I hissed, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. "You just
took me by surprise, that's all" I said. "Oh like an attacker is going to give
you a weeks notice" she said sarcastically. Everyone laughed outright. I was
getting angry, how dare she show me up like this? "Those self-defence lessons
taught you to kick real good mum but your legs wouldn't be any good in real
fight if I got you on the ground" I said heatedly. "Give it up, Ryan. You're
just a bully that got what was coming to you. Now get changed and let's go
home" my mum smiled condescendingly and turned to leave.

Everyone in the club was looking at me with open amusement. They thought I was
a loser who couldn't even handle his own mother. Well I'll show them. I rushed
after my mother and caught her arm then pulled her around to face me. I went
to grab the front of her dress intending to throw her when suddenly she
grabbed my gi jacket and fell backwards. It was a beautifully executed Tomoe
Nage. Her foot came up against my gut and as her back hit the mat, her leg
bent under my weight then straightened. Orrr I could feel the power of her leg
as gave my forward momentum an added push and sent me hurling head over heels
across the mat. WHAM! My back crashed into the mat with a loud slap. I was
stunned, where the hell had she learnt that?

Orr! Mummy's weight dropped across my upper body and spreading her legs for
stability, hooked one under my thigh. Before I could stop her, she had wrapped
an arm around the back of my neck and taken hold of my shoulder. Pulling my
arm straight, she trapped my hand under the foot of her other leg which she
brought up near my head bent at the knee then bent my arm across her thigh.
Argh! She had me immobilised. It was a very intimate hold, my mother's face
looked down into mine only an inch away causing strange emotions within me. I
had a strong desire to kiss that small mouth and not in a family way. Get a
grip, what is wrong with me? "I bet you spend a lot of your time down here on
the mat don't you Ryan" that small mouth in a narrow jaw was so inviting when
it moved. No stop it! "This reminds me of that man your aunty Julie and I beat
up on the beach [JIMP#20]. He couldn't handle me either" she taunted. What
man? She'd never that before. "Has mummy kicked your ass again?" that mouth
moved again, her blue eyes peering into mine, eyes one could lost in. The
moment was gone. My mother released me and stood up to applause. My club mates
were actually clapping her! I looked up again at my mother's long legs as she
stood over me like a triumphant goddess. Those sexy stockings and suspenders
looked amazing on legs that just threw me again. God! What am I doing? My dick
is getting stiff and throbbing! I'm perving my own mother, looking up her
skirt and getting turned on!

Mommy looked so smug and superior as she watched get me get up. "I hope that's
taught you a lesson. Now go get changed" she ordered. Out the corner of my eye
I could see Sensei shaking his head in disappointment. I was letting him and
the club down; I needed to make him proud, but how? "Don't just stand there"
Mum said looking at me stony faced, her penetrating eyes and tight set mouth
sending shivers down my spine and making my cock stiffen more. "Or do you want
some more? Is that it? Haven't had enough of mommy kicking your ass?" she
taunted. "I warn you, the next time I won't go so easy on you" she added. She
didn't seem to be joking, she seemed very confident. "You wouldn't win in a
proper fight" I mumbled. "What was that? Do you think I'd go around dressed as
a lap-dancing policewoman if I couldn't take care of myself? [JIMP#26]. I've
floored you three times in a row with no trouble. If that doesn't get through
your thick skull, I don't know what will" she retorted angrily. She certainly
knew how to use those amazing legs and she was a lot better than I than I
thought. Come on, I was a black belt, she had only been on a 12 week
self-defence course many years ago, she can't be that good. Remembering how
quickly and decisively she had put me down made me uncertain. Come on, they
teach women to clobber an attacker then run away, not to engage them in
prolonged close combat. I needed to get her on the mat then punish her with
some brutal groundwork. That would show her. "Don't even think about it, Ryan"
she warned as though she could read my mind.

Her blue eyes bored into me as she watched me. She showed no signs of fear.
Here she was a plain ordinary housewife with no formal training yet arrogantly
warning me as though she were the black belt, not me. So she knew a few moves
and was very quick, but I knew more and practised attack scenarios with
others. Those long legs could deliver a powerful kick, I'll have to be careful
of those, and I wasn't going to let her take me by surprise again. "Ryan, I'm
warning you" she repeated.

To my astonishment, mum stepped forward grabbed my gi top and deftly turned
herself into me for a spring hip throw. The brush of her hip against my groin
was electric and almost distracted me but I swept her feet away, dumping her
on her back. Her short dress was up around her hips and I had to force myself
to tear my gaze away from the sight of her skimpy underwear and sexy lingerie.
Taking her arm, I crouched by her side and applied an arm lock, delighted when
she squealed in pain. "And that's why you don't mess with me, mother" I
gloated in triumph. "Argh! Ryan No" she squealed, her legs flailing around as
I worked the lock. "Ryan! That's' enough" Sensei shouted.

"Sod that. This is payback mum for showing me up" I told her as she grimaced
and squirmed under my lock. All of a sudden and with a flexibility I never
expected, my mother flung her ass and legs off the mat. With her height
advantage, those long legs easily found my head and before I knew it, I found
the side of a lanky leg against the top of my chest with a beautiful long
semi-peardrop shaped calve sticking up like a flag pole by the side of my
head. The next second, the other leg came around and clobbered me on the head
with a meaty calve then hooked itself around the side of my neck. I felt the
rasp of nylon as the crook of her leg pressed my neck against her other shin
then lock a tight figure 4. "Arggg" I was shocked to find that her legs were
like a vice squeezing hard against the carotid arteries in my neck forcing me
to clench my eyes against the pain. "Orrrr!" she was going to cut off the
blood supply to my brain unless I prised her lower limbs away from my neck. I
released her arm.

WHAM! In that instant, she grabbed my arm and slammed her legs to the mat.
"Urkk!" I was flung on my side with my throat in the crook of her leg with the
calve pressing tightly down the side of my face while she applied an armbar.
"Arghh!" I cried as the underside of her leg crushed my jaw from both sides.
With my eyes screwed tight against the pressure, my free hand probed for a way
to break the scissorhold but the leg was wrapped tight with the foot locked
beneath her other knee. I've fought girls who wore a gi but the feel of sheer
nylon covering a woman's leg was incredibly intoxicating. I just couldn't stop
stroking my mother's legs as they throttled me. The silky smooth nylon filled
with such firm female leg was addictive, I couldn't stop feeling it. "There's
no escape, Ryan. Mommy's legs were made for scissoring horrible little boys
like you" she told me. "Argkkkk!" I cried as she raised her hips painfully
stressing the armbar until I was choked off by the crook of her leg pressing
so tight against my throat that I could feel my windpipe close. "I should have
done this to you a long time ago. Now you're going to learn the hard way" she
said. "Kkkk" I could barely croak, the leg around my neck was also cutting the
blood from my head. "You're so helpless in my legs. Where's your black belt
skills you keep boasting about now?". Unable to breathe with my head spinning
and my eyes blurred by tears, I realised that once again my mother had
humiliated me in front of the whole club. I tapped my mother's firm leg to
admit defeat wanting this nightmare to end and go home to hide. Tap tap tap;
tap tap tap please mum let me go. "...!" "Had enough of mummy's legs yet,
Ryan? I'm only just beginning" I heard her say above the ringing in my ears as
the horrible blackness started to close in.

The blood rushed to my head in a dizzying motion as the terrible choke
suddenly eased. Mum's silky smooth legs slid around my neck and I found my
neck trapped firmly between her knees looking straight at her crotch, barely
covered by thong briefs. The tight contact with her leg and the close
proximity of her naughty bits was incredibly exciting. I knew it was wrong but
I couldn't stop staring at the crease where her pussy lips were and, with
shame, felt an erection growing. Lucky these gi pants are so baggy. "Oh this
feels good, Ryan. I've really put you in your place, haven't I?" I heard her
say. The amused laughter reminded me that people were watching.

"Argh please mum no" I cried as the leggy mantrap opened and my mother got up
into a crouch, stressing the arm bar all the time forcing the side of my head
into the mat. "Argh no no" I begged as a knee pressed down on the side of neck
while my arm was bent back and laced through hers. "This feels so right, Ryan"
I heard her say as I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth against the weight
pressing down on my neck and my twisted arm. "Mum, please stop. I give, I
give" I pleaded and felt relief as she removed her knee, but it was
short-lived.

The next second, she had sat herself down behind my head with my arm still
locked and nylon-clad limbs had snaked either side. Closing in a tight figure
4, I could feel strong thighs covered in soft nylon clamp around my neck with
a long hard meaty calve like a steel bar across one side of my throat. She
squeezed relentlessly twisting my head in her strong legs from one side to the
other in a show of dominance. "Arghh, please stop please" I begged. I never
knew a woman who didn't work out could have such strong legs and to make
matters worse this was my own mother scissoring me and shaking me like a rag
doll. "Like you stopped when you broke that little girl's arm. How old was
she, Ryan, 12, 13? It's lucky your dad scared her parents off from pressing
charges". I remembered the girl; it wasn't my fault she wouldn't pay up.
Luckily Dad found out her family were illegal immigrants so put the scare onto
them.

I felt relieved that it was all over when mom's strong legs stopped crushing
my neck and she forced me to stand using the armlock. "I'm sorry mom" I
mumbled then froze at the look she gave me. Her eyes blazed so fierce, her
pupils wide with excitement. "You'll be sorry all right, son" she said with
her mouth tight. At that moment I feel real fear of my own mother. When she
turned her back on me and pulled my arm over her shoulder, I knew what she was
going to. All thoughts of a countermeasure went out of my mind when I felt her
backside shoved into my groin as she started to bend forward. Oh that feels so
good. My cock stiffened even more as it rode up her backside until my feet
left the floor and I was tossed over her shoulder like a bag of rubbish. BAM!
As I hit the mat, mom stood on my shoulder and applied a wristlock, bending
back my hand sharply. "Arggh!" I yelped. "Shall I break it? Show you what it
feels like" she sounded angry. "No, please. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I won't do
it again" I begged. The tendons in my wrist seared in agony feeling it would
snap at any moment.

Suddenly her weight was upon me, falling across my chest and trying to wrap an
arm around my neck. She was going for a scarf hold, where the hell had she
learnt this stuff? I used both hands, one still hurting, to push against her
neck to fight her off. I couldn't believe it, I was grappling on the mat with
my mum!. She had the advantage of position and weight and managed to trap my
good hand under her arm as she wrestled against me. I felt a knee against my
side and I knew she had spread her legs on the ground for stability against my
efforts to dislodge her. Suddenly her big bust was hanging over my face then
it fell towards me. "Mmmm mmmm mmm!" I tried to wriggle my face out of the big
boobs that were now smothering me but my mom had slipped an arm around the
back of my head to hold it in place. "Mmmmm!" I felt mom's bodyweight get on
top of me and her legs lace mine. "Mmmmm! Suddenly my legs were ripped apart
by an overwhelming force. God her legs were strong, I could do nothing to stop
her putting me in a wide grapevine that had the tendons at the top of my legs
burn in agony while my nose and mouth sank deep into her cleavage. "Lucky
bastard" someone muttered. "Great tits" someone else said. "Mmmm mmm" please
mommy please stop doing this I begged silently forced to sniff the warm damp
between her big breasts. "You used enjoy being breast-fed, Ryan. Does this
bring back mammories, I meant memories?" my mother joked to appreciative
laughs. Oh this was so humiliating yet at the same time an incredible turn-on.
I had never been between a girl's tits before and my mum had plenty. My dick
was throbbing as she slowly suffocated me.

"Mmarrrrr!" I gulped down fresh air as my mom's dangling rack lifted from my
face and her legs released my aching limbs. All of a sudden she spun around on
my chest and I saw bare buttocks, with a tiny thong between them, sliding
towards my face as her legs slid around my neck once more. "Mmmmmm!" I
protested, as to my complete horror I found my mouth and nose pressed firmly
against my mother's naughty bits while looking at her shapely buttocks.
"Mmmm!" a musky smell filled my nostrils, something I had never smelt before
but not unpleasant and strangely alluring. Her legs crushed in on both sides
holding me in place, but strangely I had no desire to escape. Trapped so
tightly between my mum's sexy long legs while feeling her strong hard
hamstrings underneath her stockings while looking at her peach of a backside
while my lips are pressed hard against her sex while breathing in her odour
was the most erotic thing I'd ever encountered. "Er highly unorthodox but very
effective" I heard Sensei tell her.

"Mmmm mmm!" I protested, fascinated by the way her buttocks clenched into rock
hard balls as she sent waves of power crushing around my neck. God, that was
the sexiest backside I'd ever seen. "Mmmmm!" I swear I could feel the lips of
her pussy through the thin briefs and I could swear that she was rubbing it
against me in small movements. Oh my God, my mum's wanking herself off on my
face for everyone to see. "Jesus he has a stiffy" someone said. Oh no! it was
true, I was becoming so highly aroused that the loose fitting trousers of my
gi could no longer hide my shame. I think mum must have heard because she
stopped then sat back, plunging my face deep between her buttocks. That only
lasted a moment because she turned around and I found myself between her
thighs as she pinned me, sitting very high on my chest and immobilising my
arms.

"Argh" she clenched her thighs hard, squashing my face firmly between them.
"Have you had enough, Ryan?" she asked. "Yes, please stop mum" I pleaded. "Do
you admit that I beat you fair and square?" "Argh!" her strong thighs crushed
my face. "Yes, yes. You won" I admitted. I don't know how but she had beat me
repeatedly even though she had no formal martial arts training that I was
aware of. "Will you stop being a bully?" "Argh!" she clenched her thighs
again. Oh how could such sexy slim legs be so strong? "Yes, yes. I promise" I
replied, my face burning red from the tight squeeze and with humiliation.
"Will you stop smoking?" she asked. "Argh!" she squeezed again when I didn't
answer. "I see you need to think about it. I'll just make myself comfortable
while you do so and remind you whose boss" she said, her cold blue eyes boring
down at me through her spectacles. With that she shifted forward, right onto
my mouth with my nose pressed right up against her panties. "Mmmmm!" oh no!
this can't be happening. My own mother is sitting on my face, dominating me
with her sex forcing me to snuffle her scent. My cock was rock hard and
throbbing like a mast pole in the front of my gi pants for all to see. I was
in tears, my mother had me in the most humiliating position possible and
everyone was laughing at me. Well nearly everyone. "Cor. Lucky bastard. I wish
I was in his place""I wish my mom did that to me".

It felt like she kept me in that humiliating position for what seemed an
eternity, my hard-on never diminishing, before she finally sat back on my
chest while I swallowed fresh air. "I'll ask you again. Will you give up the
fags? I will do this all night if I have to" she said so seriously that I knew
that she would. "Yes, yes. Please mum. Please you've done enough. Please let
me go now" I sobbed. "Very well. I really hope you've learnt your lesson" she
said then stood up. Looking up at her from the mat, she looked like a goddess
towering over me with those long sexy clad legs.

Teary-eyed and ashamed I got up glad that it's all over but my mom isn't
moving. When I look in her eye, icy tendrils crawl down my back. She grabbed
an arm and slid an arm around my waist then slammed me over her hip. WHAM!. No
sooner had I hit the mat, she knelt applying an armlock then punched me gently
just under the ear. "That's just to remind you that I can beat your ass
whenever I like. So you better behave from now on" she lectured.

Forcing me to sit with the armlock, I was surprised when mum sat in my lap
facing me and wrapped her legs around my waist. At the same time she wrapped
an arm around the back of my neck and grabbed the other arm that she lent on
my shoulder close to my head, clamping a hand across my mouth. Orrrr! Her
thighs squeezed tight around my middle, pulling me tight against her body. My
cock was beating like crazy against her but she didn't show any signs of
noticing it. Her arms squeezed inwards, pressing the side of my neck into the
crook of her arm. I realised with alarm that this was some sort of chokehold
and that mum was trying to cut off the blood to my brain. Trapped in her arms,
unable to move my head, I was forced to look at my mother's face. Locked tight
against her body, our faces were intimately close. Orrr! the clamp around my
middle was so strong that I put my hands on the encircling legs. Her legs
might be long and slender but they felt rock hard and devastatingly strong. I
found myself caressing the silky nylon of her stocking tops, feeling the
contrast with the firm bare skin above as mum's legs pulled me tight against
her body closer than a lover's embrace. How could she fail to notice my cock
beating against the underside of her legs. I looked at mum's long narrow face,
her blue eyes boring into me through her glasses, the sleek nose, the cute
cleft in her upper lip and sternly set small thin-lipped mouth as I felt her
firm legs beneath her stockings.

Orghh I could feel the circulation being cut off from my brain and grabbed at
her arm in alarm. Like her legs, her arms were slender and I had never given
them a second thought. There were no outward signs of any strength yet they
now felt solid and unyielding as they pressed tightly against my neck. These
weren't a mother's loving arms of comfort, these were firm bars of female
steel trying to knock me out. My own mother was trying to knock me out while
scissoring my body with her strong sexy legs. "Mmmm!" With her hand clamped
over my mouth I couldn't even beg her to stop. "That's it Ryan. Mummy's in
complete control and there's nothing that you can do about it" she said so
coldly it gave me the chills. "I've had enough of this Jujitsu nonsense. I've
work to do back home. I'm going to knock you out now and when you come round
you better come running straight home. Do you hear?" she demanded shaking my
head in her steely grip. I was completely beat, at the total mercy of my own
mother, powerless to stop her. She was utterly dominating me again and
strangely I was enjoying the feeling, my boner aching harder than it had for
any girl I'd known.

I closed my eyes against the relentless clamp around my neck and middle but
mum shook my head again. "Look at me, Ryan. Look at your mother. I want to
look in your eyes as I knock you out. I want to see you acknowledge my
superiority in your eyes before the lights go out, knowing that I've beat you
and there's nothing you can do about it" she said. The words were chilling but
at the same time heightened my arousal. Oh mommy, I want to kiss those lips so
passionately. At that moment in my mother's tight embrace, she was the
strongest person in the world, so powerful, so totally dominant. Oh mommy,
you're turning me on so much. It was so wrong but I didn't care, my emotions
were so strong.

My head felt groggy, like it was in a pillow, my body so weak. I don't
remember whether I fell or mum pulled me, but I became aware that I was lying
on my side in my mum's draining embrace. Orrr I could breathe only in shallow
gulps, my mum's legs like a steel clamp preventing me from taking deep breath.
The feel of her stockinged legs under my hand was addictive, I couldn't stop
stroking them, fascinated by a long hard bulge of sleek thigh muscle. This was
different than being scissored by a man, the sleek silky smoothness of her
legs, the power felt somehow feminine even the bulging thigh muscle felt
incredibly feminine. She shook my head again forcing me to look at her, a
strand of blonde hair falling across her face. She was so close we were almost
touching noses, her eyes boring into me. "I could put you away in seconds if I
wanted to, Ryan" she told me, the way her small mouth and narrow jaw moved was
mesmerising. "I want you to fully understand that just because you're 18
doesn't mean that I can't punish you and since you are older I will punish you
hard" she said but somehow I just knew that she was putting me away slowly
because she enjoyed it. I could see the excitement in her hers and the
unsettling way she kept making small thrusts of her crotch that rubbed up
against my throbbing erection.

My gaze slipped from her eyes back to that smiling small mouth, so kissable.
At that moment, my mother was the most beautiful woman in the whole wide world
as she crushed me against her body like a lover. I felt weird, all sensation
dulling except the brutal grip of my mums strong legs squeezing my sides and
gut in her relentless powerful grip and her strong arms around my neck. My
cock was throbbing, pulsing as my body relaxed succumbing to my mother's
superior fighting skills. Her face filled my vision, so close, her small mouth
formed in a strange satisfied smile of victory, that mouth was so pretty I
wanted so badly to kiss it. "I'll put you out like this every night from now
if you don't change your ways" her mouth moved but the words sounded distant.
Oh mummy! Why is it getting so dim? As my vision darkens, my mother's smiling
face is the last thing I see. Her arms are ever so tight around my neck and
her legs are so overpowering. She's putting me away for good.

***

Light comes back painfully bright as my eyes adjust. I'm lying on the floor
wearing my gi, a sticky uncomfortable gooey mess in my pants. Slowly getting
up in shame, I find that my gi jacket is loose and I look around for my belt.
"I gave your belt to your mother since she beat you so convincingly" Sensei's
voice called out from the other side of the Dojo where he was tidying up.
No-body else was around. How long had I been out?. "An amazing woman, your
mother and she hasn't had any formal training? Quite amazing" he continued. "I
will give you a replacement belt once you've proven to me that you respect the
skills I have taught you and have respect for others". "Yes, Sensei. I
apologise for my behaviour" I mumbled looking down at the mat. "Apology
accepted but I think that it is your mother you should be apologising to. You
better go home now. She said that if you're not home by 10 she'll be around
that college of yours tomorrow and give you a repeat performance in front of
the whole college. I think she was quite looking forward for it to be honest.
Amazing woman" he said.

I quickly jumped in the shower to clean off, got dressed than ran home as fast
as I could. I didn't have my keys with me so had to ring the bell. I saw mom's
bare legs coming down the stairs, long and beautiful, shown in full under a
very short nightshirt. Wow she has great legs I just couldn't stop staring.
The door opens and she stands there with a knowing smile upon her face, her
blue eyes glaring at me. "I'm sorry mum" I mumble and look down in shame as I
go past her, sneaking another look at her amazing legs. "Good. I hope I'll
have no more trouble from you" she tells me as I headed up the stairs to my
room. I lay in bed that night, unable to sleep, replaying the events in my
mind over and over. Hanging above the radiator are some of mum's clothes,
short skirts and dresses drying in the warmth. They never bothered me before
but now I imagined my mother's body filled them and was slamming me around my
bedroom, kicking me senseless and putting me in tight sexy intimate holds. I'm
sorry but I just couldn't stop, the thought of my mother utterly dominating me
in unarmed combat got me so aroused that I wanked myself over and over again.
I just couldn't stop, I was a sick puppy. Every time that I got back into bed
after cleaning myself up, those dresses would come alive in my imagination and
totally destroy me over and over again. I wanked myself so silly that my balls
ached for over a week.

Mum never said a word about that night but I never forgot. I found myself
stealing long looks at her legs enjoying their shape and remembering how they
had felt around my neck and waist. They made me so hot and bothered that I
frequently would have to rush upstairs to relieve myself while imagining them
kicking the stuffing out of me. Each night the fantasies would return,
especially if her dresses hung in my room. Sometimes I would find myself
rubbing myself against them until I put them back in fear that she would
discover stains all over them. Often I dream about facing her in the dojo
except the holds were much sexier and she would do things that mothers
definitely shouldn't and I would awake finding my sheets covered in cum. I
know its wrong to perve over my mum, but her legs now get me so worked up that
I'm exhausting myself and just can't stop until my balls hurt. I keep thinking
about having a rematch at home in private but I can never work up the courage
to ask her. Every time those penetrating blue eyes look at me, I turn to jelly
unable to get a word out. Anyway I don't think she would understand and
besides which I know she would beat me because I just want to experience being
dominated by her again.

This morning my dad asked me why I wasn't going out with girls anymore like
I'd used to. How can I tell him that after what mum did to me, no ordinary
girl could attract me unless she was a black belt with a great pair of legs.
Oh and I'm trying to stop acting like a jerk and not bully anyone any more -
unless they deserve it that is : -)

***

"God be with you, Holy Father"

"And to you, your Excellency" (mumbles as the man departs) "Jungle bunny"

(Shocked) "Please your Holiness!"

"As-Salamu 'Alaykum" (Peace be upon you)

"Wa 'alaykumu s-salamu wa rahmatu l-lahi wa barakatuh" (may God's blessings be
upon you)(mumbles as the man departs)"Towel head. I like to drop a plane on
his head and see how he likes it"

"Please your Holiness!"

"Are they all here?"

"Yes your Holiness"

"Gentlemen. I have convened an extraordinary meeting of the conclave to
discuss a matter of grave importance to us all"

"Yes we know. Templeforth has threatened to crash our stocks but we have
stockpiles of gold and treasure to fall back on"

"No. It's worst than that. The key to the Bristlingdown diaries has been found
which will allow them to be decoded" (uproar)

"If the great unwashed discover we've been lying to them all these centuries
it will finish us"

"That is why we must stop this from coming to pass"

***

For most traders, we don't really care that much how they're going to fix the
economy, how they're going to fix the whole situation. Our job is to make
money from it. I have a confession - I go to bed every night and I dream of
another recession, I dream of another moment like this.

Alessio Rastani, stockbroker, BBC interview September 27, 2011