Crushed by my Dominant Mother: Part 2
By nadiablack nadiablack8787@gmail.com
Chris trains and finally fights his mother, trying to finally assert some dominance


I was working hard for the next four days to show Jane that I could beat her.
It was a matter of pride as much as anything else, I suppose.

At first I was just doing this and that in the basement, but she got annoyed
with me quickly enough and suggested I go to her gym

"And exercise with a bunch of old ladies?" i said, trying to hide my fear as
disgust. If everyone there was like Faye and Bella I had absolutely no
interest in getting within a hundred miles

"No, not necessarily. We have younger girls come in to. Actually both of them
have daughters about your age, as you recall" she had such a know-it-all look
on her face when she said that "and don't worry, their very gentle women,
onces I can trust with you...their moms actually gave me permission to spank
them if they do anything...uncouth with you"

She was talking about rape again. I was really starting to consider how
unusual this was, most moms didn't talk to their sons about that kind of
thing. Most moms don't objectify their sons like she objectified me. I was in
a very odd relationship, wasn't I? And I was probably going to be stuck in it
for quite some time. "O...OK, I can train over there" I said, gulping a bit,
but not wanting to disagree with her

"Great" she said, clapping her hands loudly "Now, you can leave those silly
weights behind and go upstairs. Maybe fix me some dinner while your up there?
Nothing too complicated, I know how you young boys can be with cooking" she
pinched my cheek "although maybe I need to give you an education...but that's
for later, for now let me use the treadmill, it's too nasty outside to run"

I walked up and started a basic pasta dish, it really wasn't all that gross,
it had rained a few days ago but there were hardly any puddles now. She was
just controlling me. I sighed. She mocked my weightlifting too, like she did
when I was a kid, she always did use that word, "silly", to describe a whole
lot of things about my life.

She still had me kissing her feet on a regular basis. Maybe I should have
resisted that more but she tantalized me with the fight coming up, I didn't
want to make any big waves. I probably should have, she was being more than
abusive enough to justify something on my part coming out as pure, unbridled
rage...but it just never quite came out like that.

I had to worship her feet right after the workout, they were sweaty and she
made sure I got every whiff, taste, and kiss I possibly could before she let
me go. She laughed and said I was a great foot kisser before she dragged me to
the table.

"I invited yoru father to join us for our little match' she said casually. I
barely kept my water in my mouth

"What? Aren't you...didn't he ... "

"Oh, I put on a happy face and reminded him of the good times. Things were all
resolved easily enough, just like with you and me" and with that she just kept
eating, dinner went on as usual and she put me to bed. I was going to her gym
tomorrow, I remember promising myself that I would...i'd do anything that
could lead to me beating her.

Faye's daughter, FLora, was the first to greet me. She was a bit taller than
her mom and a lot darker, and when she showed me images of her dad, most
showed him kissing Faye's abs, butt, feet, or biceps as the shorter woman
laughed or smirked .I could see why she was so much taller than Faye, her
father looked to be a bit taller than me and was black as the day was
long...apparently a weightlifter that she found and took for herself.

Flora was nice and all, showed me a few wrestling moves and tried to make sure
I worked on my cardio (Which was already pretty good, she complimented me on
it) while also improving techniques in a more abstract sense. I was wanting to
do some heavy lifting but she encouraged me to do it less, saying that I'd
probably just make myself tired. If I wanted to get some energy out I could do
that sparring with Sofia

Bella's daughter Sofia was quite the physical specimen and, I must say, an
excellent sparring partner. She was pretty nice too, all smiles. Her mom was
right, the girl was 6'1", and built thick (Not quite as much as her mom) with
big muscles and dark hair.She seemed easy enough to grapple with, and was
always competitively handsy while refraining from molesting me (I didn't even
know women were capable of grappling without making things harshly sexual) but
she also taught me her fair share of technique.

I definitely improved technique a lot between the two girls, hell I'd even say
that I made friends with Sofia. She was respectful of me in all our
encounters, and would give me light compliments like "Your eyes look nice
today" or just listen to me shooting the shit about this or that in college
and laugh, then agree with whatever stupid bullshit had just come out of my
mouth. Sofia was good people, I suppose.

I was soaked in sweat after the first day with her, of course. The workload we
had agreed upon made sure of that. Mom giggled at that and made sure to sniff
me all over before drawing me a bath, insisting "I need to make sure my smelly
boy gets clean" before she started stripping me.

It wasn't that bad, she mostly avoided touching me, but would regularly look
down and make the occasional remark, or just let her eyeballs do all the
talking while I could plainly see her looking. I didn't like that very much,
but it didn't seem like I had a fraction of a choice in the matter.

Somehow I got out of that situation with my life in tact, and after that went
to bed as fast as I could, not wanting to spend more time with her. It was
weird, i was actually starting to consider the extent of what she was doing to
me. I was actually starting to think of her as a vulnerable figure, someone
who I could defeat...or at least make respect me.

The next day I was excited to meet with Sofia and she slapped my hand as hard
as she could 'ready to get some exercise going?" she said in her usual
cheerful voice. And I plainly agreed that I was.

We did some standard sparring, Flora would stand on the sidelines and judge my
form from time to time, often making tiny criticisms or suggestions on how I
could make what I already had even better. The match was a lot of fun, and
Sofia had this uncanny ability to just match up with me, slowly making sure
that i got properly warmed up and always making sure to wrestle as hard as i
was, or just a bit harder to make me push myself, without ever going too hard
and humiliating me or going too soft and making me feel like I wasn't getting
my exercise in.

Flora actually teased us about that pretty quickly, after two hours were done
and we were both huffing, the dark-skinned girl asked us "Either of you need a
cigarette after that?"

Sofia laughed "Hey I can't exactly nab my mom's friends daughter without
permission, a nice set of consensual, competitive grappling is the best I can
get right now!" I looked at her and she smirked 'What...its the truth." She
was crushing on Flora or on me, it seemed...I'm not sure who I wanted the
object of her desire to be. I was the one she was wrestling with but...I don't
know, didn't seem quite right to just assume she'd like me like that

For whatever reason i laughed at that and Flora rolled her eyes "Looks like
you two need some private time"

She shook her ass at us as she left, i don't think it was even conscious, I
think she just walked out of rooms in such a way that she stuck out her rear
and swung her hips all over the place "Hey don't swing that thing at me if you
don't want me to grab it!" Sofia hollered, before turning her face to me...her
smile was so big and friendly, it was easier to look at than anything I could
name

"So, you really want to beat your mom?"

"That's the plan, I guess. Get a car out of the deal if I do"

"And a ton of respect!' she said with a smirk "But...if you are anything like
the other guys here, before you win you have a psychic barrier to cross. And
don't fall for the propaganda, plenty of guys at this gym have actually won
fights against ladies...but they need to conquer their own fear first. Are you
scared of your mom?"

I didn't answer "That silence is sounding a lot like a yes. I mean I get it,
Jane is a beast, she's given my mom a run for her money in a few wrestling
matches, not to mention the calibre of men she's beaten" I looked up at her
with that 'maybe I shouldn't list of all of her victories to you if I wanna
improve your psychological chances ... " she reasoned

"So, I just have to convince myself I can beat up my mom, and I can do it?"

"Well, not necessarily, no. but you'll never beat her if you can't visualize
it. Just...try and consider the fight already won. Just think ahead to a
future where you have her beaten, and don't take her victory as an option.
Consider all the various ways you could beat her up, how you could make her
submit...if you ever want to take away power of intimidation, just imagine
yourself already submitting her.

I started nodding at that, maybe some self-psyching was just what I needed.
She was certainly right about my fear...I probably could have beaten her at
arm wrestling or escaped her leg holds if I wasn't so afraid. I hugged her and
thanked her for her advice before leaving the gymnasium, confident that I was
going to stick something to my mom after all of this.

I started leaving her car catalogues with certain items circled in red marker,
showing the confidence I was told to visualize by my new coach, making sure
that I was able to properly assume that I could do this. I think Sofia was
right, fear was probably my biggest enemy here.

I was making a lot of progress in training, occasionally touching a few
weights to make sure i was still doing my standard list without much effort.
135 pounds still went over my head like it was nothing and 405 went to my
waist without straining anything...didn't max out or anything but I think mom
heard the repeated reverberations in the basement when i worked out. At least
I assume that she would ... .

The weirdest part was how casual mom was about everything. I'd say I was going
to train and she'd just say "Have fun", stay inside eating junk food and
generally seemed less active now than ever before. Was she just playing some
kind of psychological trick on me? Was she really that cocky about her own
superiority? No, she had to be sneaking in training sessions at some time
somewhere ...

I worked even harder in the gym that day, it was Wednesday and Friday was
going to be our little contest. I talked to Sofia a lot about how things had
gotten between us, she heard what I said and suggested some confrontation. She
also gave me a nice, big hug after we were done grappling. That hug felt
really nice.

I walked through the door that afternoon and mom immediately pounced on me,
shoving her nose into my chest and smelling heavily from me "Oh, you were
really hanging out with that Sofia girl, huh? You smell just like her now.
She's not sexually harassing you or anything? I know mw my baby boy is such an
easy victim for rape ... "

That pissed me off. She'd been making light of the phenomenon ever since I
went to see here and I was just tired of it "You don't have a right to talk to
me like that!" I began digging into her "I know you raped my dad, and now you
talk about it happening to me? You need to just shut up about fucking rape,
you ... .you rapist" she seemed startled "I know you used to get him
drunk...use him as your toy...threaten him afterward"

Her shocked expression slowly switched to happy and she began staring me down
"Oh no, I didn't get your father drunk" she said, a huge grin on her face "I
just grabbed him like this" she said, zipping toward me and grabbing me around
the waist, pulling me in tightly and rubbing my body against hers, the shock
kept me from resisting "and I started making babies with him." she pulled me
more tightly and began to grind "It was a ton of fun conceiving you. Your dad
put up a fight but he loved it, raved for hours afterward about how much fun
he had...or at least I assume he did, his voice always did get muffled when i
sat on his face" her evil grin crept across her face again.

"Wh-what?" was all I could muster, her arms trapping me again as she evilly
looked into my eyes. A kiss fell on my cheek, then another on my lips...I felt
her tongue invade my mouth again as her thigh started working over my crotch

"See how easy its, baby boy?" she intimately whispered "I wasn't joking about
anything. Girls can rape guys, no problem. We do it all the time and you boys
can't do anything about it. That's why I warn you so much...I know first hand
how deliciously rapeable a little thing like you can be" she kissed my neck
"Now, how about you say you're sorry and give me a nice foot rub" she was
carrying me to the couch, where she dropped me like a sack of potatoes

A pair of feet were in my face now, and she was giving me that evil glint
"well, get to work, baby boy!" she began, pressing her feet into my face.

I didn't want to, but I did, finding that my hands were working nearly with a
mind of their own...then I said "Sorry I doubted you, mommy"

"Oh no problem, you are just a dumb baby boy after all" she grabbed my hair
with her left foot and shoved her right one into my mouth, her toes wiggling
as she sighed deeply "Such a great face for foot worship" she mused, shifting
position a bit.

That night she carried me up to my bed and tucked me in, smothering me with
kisses before making me kiss her cheek goodnight. She giggled, placing her
butt over my head "Kiss this too" she gasped when I did it, then rubbed my
chest and leaves the room.

Thursday was better, I tried to just ignore everything and focus on training.
I considered telling Sofia about what had happened yesterday but I just
couldn't, for whatever reason the idea of letting her know just hurt me
deeply. So I sparred with her and waited for the day to pass.

Our session was nice. She complimented my armbar counters and I managed to get
ehr in a full nelson near the end of the day. Flora thought that was funny and
took a picture, asking us both to smile for the camera...it got posted online.
I guess mom may be upset about that interaction, just because it showed us
together and so close.

I was feeling nervous as things were about to end, and while i was walking out
Sofia caught me again. She grabbed my hands and pressed her forehead against
mine "Just focus and visualize" she said "Think that you got this, and you
will probably have it". That felt really helpful at the time, although in the
long run I'm still not completely sure how useful that advice actually ended
up being.

Mom was nice the evening before. Cooked dinner, didn't make me kiss her
anywhere, generally acted polite. I didn't know what game she was playing, but
she gave me a blue speedo when dinner was over...saying it was my uniform for
tomorrow.

I woke up early and we drove to the gym together, I was silent as she played
some 80's pop on the radio, driving to the same gym where I had been training.
The audience was mostly the fit older women of the gym. I never saw so many
mom abs in my life, but there they were, exposed by sports bras or crop tops
or sometimes what just looked like underwear. Not that all of them even
necessarily had abs, but the amount who did was a bit staggering.

I could see my father was in the audience. He was seated between Faye and and
Bella, both of those fit women were squeezing him in tightly, obviously
planning on ensuring he saw everything. That kind of pissed me off, not gonna
lie...they had no right to bully him like that.

I entered the ring first, people were hooting and hollering, asking me to
strip and saying this, that, and the other about my body. I looked to my side
to find Sofia and Flora sitting together, the bigger dark-haired girl looking
at her feet in a bit of blushing embarrassment while Flora just yelled "WHat,
you look nice...you should expect this in an outfit like that!" Sofia punched
her playfully in the arm and then the two started trying to apply headlocks on
each other, that was enough to brighten my spirits

Music started playing and I craned my head around to see that my mom was
coming out next, her outfit was basically a golden bikini, and her body looked
pretty spectacular at that particular moment. Her breasts were so huge and
firm, belly had somehow been tightened so she could expose some ab definition
when she breathed, her thighs looked so strong...she was definitely sneaking
in training sessions...wasn't she?

The woman grabbed the edge of the ring and essentially flipped inside, hooking
her knees over the top rope and pulling herself to a sitting position with
only core strength, garnering a ton of admiration from the audience before she
sauntered up to me and stood face-to-face. Well, face-to-shoulder...she really
was a lot shorter than me.

"Well, may the best woman win" mom said, extending her hand. I accepted her
handshake and she started trying to make it painful, I did the same and she
just...locked eyes and giggled 'Oh you are going to make this VERY fun, baby
boy!" and suddenly she was standing with her arms at her side, ready to fight
me.

I got down low, walking around her and watching her move. She jiggled her body
at me, mocking me with how she moved, licking her lips and purring on occasion
as she would move in and make me flinch, then laugh. I closed my eyes and
settled my resolution, and next time she came in I just stood my ground. She
smiled at me.

Then she came in with a real attack, going for the bottom of my leg, she
pulled it out from under me and immediately shoved her shoulder into my chest,
taking me down. I was stupid to let her do this but smart enough to stop her
from getting that major of a hold on me, I was strong enough to keep her body
in the air nearly indefinitely, so her hold on my leg couldn't get that much
leverage.

"Strong young man" she mused, rolling her body out of my grip, she grabbed me
by the neck and suddenly around my other arm...she had me in a cross body pin
and we'd barely even started. She laughed hard as she moved her beasts closer
to my face, rolling her eyes at me dismissively before she let go, standing
up. She just...let me have that.

I stood up slowly and she giggled "well, just have to give you a few freebies.
I am your mom after all...and I am well aware of how bad you are at fighting.
Now, get back in here again."

"I don't need that" I said through gritted teeth, I jumped in and grabbed her
by the shoulders, keeping her at arm's length as I used my weight try and
bully her to the ground, she brought her hands up and pushed my forearms off,
before slapping me in the face.

I backed up 'hey, I thought this was no striking.." I was pissed off and she
could see it

"Oh, sorry...couldn't resist...but you can't say your not just a LITTLE
interested in trading strikes and seeing who can take and give it better,
yeah?"

I looked down at my hand, then up at her. I looked at the audience, they all
seemed intrigued, my dad was right there looking at me...I looked back at my
mom "Fine" I said, throwing a few fists into the air "I'll trade gut punches.
Does that sound acceptable?"

She walked around and looked at me "Oh yes very much. Show me what that big,
male, linebacker body can do to a tiny old lady like me...I'm sure it will be
quite devastating" she said with sarcasm. This was my chance, wasn't it? My
opportunity to really show her that I could be intimidating if I wanted to. I
I walked toward her, considering a running start but...no, that wouldn't quite
be fair would that? I had to do a standing punch and make sure that she got
right what I was capable of giving.

I punched her right in the belly, my fist connecting with all my might. I
would have gone easier earlier on, but now she had two hundred and twenty five
pounds of angry male crashing right into her through four knuckles on one
fist! Time moved in slow motion for just a bit, I felt my hand go through the
soft layer of fat around her belly, but after that it hit what felt like a
brick wall. I heard her release a slight huff and she stepped back maybe half
an inch, but I was nearly completely stonewalled by her hard, hard abdominal
muscles

She breathed in "ah, what's wrong baby boy, mommy not go down as fast as you
wanted?' the audience laughed "Now, deal's a deal!" she chided, before her
fist crashed right into my midsection! The wind immediately left my body,
going out as her hand pushed deep inside of me, leaving my double over in
pain. I was stunned, how could such a little woman cause so much damage in a
single blow

"Not what you expected, huh? As I said, those abs of yours are only useful for
one thing ... .attracting rapists" she was really going out of her way to
humiliate me, but I couldn't even respond at this point, her punch had done
too much damage, I was just doubled over and trying desperately to catch my
breath as I received my humiliating lecturing.

She started parading around me, pinching flesh from all sides as I started to
slowly regain my breath. She wasn't taking me remotely seriously as a
threat...but why would she? I had just boxed with her and completely lost in
every way. The enormity of what just happened was really starting to hit
me...my fist failed to even hurt her. Despite all my strength the older woman
stood in complete defiance of me. But her first floored me. She could have
easily taken me down while I was having trouble breathing, but she didn't even
consider that worth the effort.

She started grabbing my ass with both hands "MMM, so big and bulbous, just
like your dad's used to be. I think you kids like to call it...thick, these
days?' the audience all cheered and I scurried away, taking a few loud breaths
now, but at least I got some depth on them

"Oh, baby boy,are we breathing again?" she asked excitedly, referring to me as
"we"...what a fucking bitch.

"Shut up" I said, pulling myself up on the ropes, breathing at a regular, if
strained pace now "I am not standing for your bullshit anymore, bitch. Stop
sexually abusing me, stop being condescending toward me...and get ready for me
to kick your ass!"

"Oh what language" she completely shut down my attempt to feel serious "I
think you are deserving of a rather strict punishment for that, and something
tells me the other moms will agree completely" she held her hands out and let
the small audience all cheer her on, before running at me and smiling her wide
smile.

She ran into me and I tried to catch her in a hug, she just dducked under and
grabbed me heind the knee again. I tried to remain on my feet, think of what
Sofia told me, grab her shoulders...but despite her advanced years and weight
my mom moved like greased lightning, escaping my catch and getting on my side,
throwing me down on the mat this time before turning around

"You really don't think mommy's ass is a threat?' she said before jumping up
and smashing her butt right into my chest! I was able to half-catch her and
stop her from completely winding me a second time, but she was still in an
advantageous position, immediately grabbing my head between her calves "Now
boy, you can pick me up, but how is this?"

Pain shot through me as I felt my head get light, her calves flexed at the
same time and squeezed me neck more tightly than any pair of arms ever had she
laughed again "Not even proper scissors and you go down like a baby! What a
little vulnerable victim you are!" and with that she pushed my arms aside and
sat on my belly, having fun with her pseudo scissors while i was forced to
look up her knees at the insides of her thighs and her crotch while she held
me helplessly in her legs.

She rolled over, stretching my back as I grabbed her thighs, unable to in
anyway she wasn't leaving me any room to change her momentum or her movements.
I was like a kid again, helpless in her hands as she just looked down and
smiled, tightening again before getting off of me, suddenly leaving me gasping
on the floor.

"You know, you aren't actually that big" she said, flexing once for the
audience...she had such thick, defined limbs now that I saw her ... ."No fat
on you, all dense muscle" She commented, really groping my limbs "But still,
barely two plate of weight, no real effort to lift you up" she said, coming
toward me, she placed a steely grip around my bice and another around my thigh
"Not much to lift!"

With that she easily and cleanly lifted me to her waist in a fluent, graceful
deadlift I tried to lock an arm around her and give myself a more advantageous
position, but she just pulled me up farther ...

I was above her navel and she was having no trouble lifting me at all,
suddenly slamming me onto the ground, dropping me like a sack of potatoes. I
groaned and she leaned down to dig her neck and arms under my body, grunting
before suddenly ... .she was lifting me right into the air, parading me around
on her shoulders 'Mom" I groaned

"OH, hush!" she said, before she placed a hand under my chest and the other
under my crotch, and gorilla pressed me, her arms completely locked out as she
threw me above her air with so much speed and force that I bounced into the
air. She laughed and kept me there, supported over her head by her strong arms
for several seconds! I was thrown onto the cavs again, disoriented as my mom
casually walked around the ring

"Just face it baby boy. All that exercising was useless. You will never be any
stronger than your mommy. Not better at fighting, although you'll never be
that either ... .but you'll never be any stronger than me. I could lift more
than you when you were tiny, and none of that protein powder or bullshit
weightlifting is ever going to change the fact...I am your mom, and I am
stronger than you"

"Shut up" i said as I got up, eyeballing her "You don't know that...you
haven't let me try my real strength" I said, Ithink I heard Sofia applauding
my blind confidence "I'm a lot bigger than you, and male, I'm not going to go
down that easily!" I charged her again, both hands open, she caught my palms
in hers, locking me in a test of strength

"Oh, I know your male...I said I was stronger than you, didn't I?" My
misandrist mom giggled, pushing against me. She was pressing against me in a
test of pure strength. This was my chance, I was going to win this and I knew
it.

My muscles pressed, arms and legs at the same time, i felt my rage boil over
at everything she had ever done to me and my family, my arms and legs alike
both blowing up with blood, veins began popping on me, I moved forward but...I
didn't.

She pressed her arms against mine, obviouslys straining a bit but...but she
was pressing my arms down past my chest, easily getting them back, before she
took a step forward...I was going backward! She was completely making a fool
out of me...all that weightlifting had been useless. All that exercise...i was
still losing against her despite everything.

She smiled, taking advantage of my inferior position, she started throwing me
around, getting me on my back before shoving her ass in my face, moaning as
she forced it in, the audience was going crazy for her antics and I was
slapping her in ... .a rather undignified manner.

She brought me up after that, placing me in standing headscissors and simply
pulling over my head, letting me writhe between her thighs for several minutes
as she simply giggled at how I was squirming, easily making a fool out of me
with her mighty thighs!

She played with me down there, eyeballing and slapping, feeling me up
and...suddenly she let me out and threw me into the ropes, before grabbing me
around the waist and suplexing me into the ground. She placed me in an armbar,
demonstrating the move before smiling "OHHH, barely even resisting, are you?"
she said, before scissoring me across the body 'that's better!"

Her legs were around my ribs and I was grunting, trying not to scream as my
mom's tight, tight thighs began to make mush out of my insides. She giggled
heavily at how I was unable to escape, quickly letting go of me before walking
around behind me and bringing me up

I was placed in a full Nelson, her arms behind my back as she strained harder
against me, pulling my back and chest hard enough that I was feeling like my
breath was leaving me, and all my efforts were useless in resisting
her...until "Kiss me" she said, taunting me as she was tightening the hold
"and I'll let you go". Well, this was certainly quite the choice.

"Kiss you how?"

"Just...passionately. Just ... .press your mouth against mine and show you how
you love me" dad looked so uncomfortable, everyone else seemed to be excited,
I couldn't see Flora or Sofia from where I was...I sighed, turning my head
around, and pressed my lips against hers. She took them and waited for me to
really start.

I placed my tongue inside her mouth and wrestled my lips with hers, moaning
just a bit as I found something...intimate in there. She let me go, giggling
as she turned around and started shaking her hips in my direction "OK baby
boy...what are you gonna do now?"

I felt my humiliation and knew what I had to do. This what I was told about,
my need to visualize, to win! She had been manhandling me this entire match,
and through an act of humiliation I now had an opportunity to humiliate her.
To show her what it's like to be on the other end, to demonstrate my abilities
to her.

She just smiled as I considered all of the possible actions I could take. She
wasn;t assessing me as a threat, how would she after my performance so far?
But this is where I would turn the tides, where I would finally prove her
wrong and regain my rightful place as...as a man!

I grabbed her around the midsection and threw her on the ground...she wasn't
expecting that "you like that, bitch?" I asked, before quickly grabbing her
shoulders and pulling her up, I grabbed her beneath the knee this time and
slammed her body onto the ground, tring to get a mount on her, but she used
her powerful legs to flip me over her.

I landed gracefully and got up before her, grabbing her by the ankle and
dragging her across the ring, getting her where I wanted her before slamming
my body on her again..getting her in a cross body pin "You like that" I
cockilly asked as she groaned at me...no, not enough, I needed to humiliate
the bitch, didn't I?

She got to her knees again and I got down, this time reaching right for her
head, i pulled her hair, not caring that it was a dirty move, and pulled her
in as I jumped forward, jamming my knee right into her belly. I guess she
forgot to brace herself this time, because I heard the old lady release a
powerful "Oof" and lose some breath.

I backed away, watching her on the ground, trying to get herself up. I felt
good, I felt like I was a winner, i felt like I had a chance 'DO you like that
for a change, mom?!" I asked, the audience angered but the turn of events was
dramatic enough that people were either cheering or sitting in stunned
silence. Well good enough for me, I supposed. She had trouble getting up this
time, and I actually flexed for the audience.

I got some more objectifying language about how I looked...but it felt better
this time, like I was in control of it all. I looked at my bulge when i got a
few catcalls on it...I was hard. I guess victory can do that to a guy. I saw
mom getting up and breathing in, much more measured than I was at that point
"Breathing exercises helped when I gave birth to a 10-pound baby, do the same
when I have to fight a 200 pound one"

I ran toward her for that, not letting fear rule over me, i saw that she was
diving to avoid my tackle. Bad move, bitch! I was the one who was master of
tackles, i was the one who made a career off of my ability to tackle, I caught
her with my shoulder and pushed her into the matt. I considered my next move
briefly, knowing that she probably had hard counters to most of what I could
try, i placed a forearm over her neck and tried my best to balance all of my
weight on it.

She placed a hand under my forearm and mostly countered it, her other hand
reaching up...it grabbed a pec, squeezing it. My body tingled, but it tingled
more when she put her finger and thumb around my nipple and started tweaking
it...damn that was not a feeling I wanted at that point! giving me enough
shock that she slipped out, her hands landed on my face and suddenly she was
trying to do something on me ...

I slapped her, just like she had slapped me earlier, hard enough that her face
turned around. Good, I wanted her to feel shocked, I tackled her after that,
and she rolled with me. We grappled in a hundred different ways over the next
few seconds, I couldn't give you the play by play if I was reliving it at one
tenth speed, but I do remember she caught me in the start of an armbar.

I remembered what happened last time I was in this position, and I clasped my
right hand over my captive left. I formed a seal, but mom was still
pulling...Oh god, what next>? She was certainly strong enough to...no, that
was loser talk. I needed to just focus on...lifting her lip?

Getting my feet under me was the hardest part, but once that was done it was
easy enough to pull my mother off of the ground. My left arm was already numb
from how she had been squeezing it with her thighs, but I still had legs to
stand on, damn it!

She was in the air and I decided that my next course of action was to use both
of our weight against her, I ran into a turnbuckle mom-first, hearing her
audibly exclaims omethinga s I backed off, watching her upside-down form. Her
thighs were framing her head as her crotch and feet faced me...but she was
smiling. How could that bitch smile after all of this?

I ran into her, feigning a tackle for the trap she was no doubt planning, but
went off to the side at the last moment and grabbed an ankle. I dragged her
out after that, flipping her over onto her belly before diving down on her and
trying to apply a chokehold

She had a solid defense of her own, defending against my arm before she
slipped out, and before too long I was realizing that she was going to wear me
out from down there without me getting much advantage at all. So I changed
strategy, feeling my numb left arm was regaining feeling, I grabbed her by the
bra-strap this time and pulled her to her feet

I brought her up and placed her in a full nelson, grabbing her as tightly as I
could this time "You like this?" I said, pulling on her arms.

"Ohhh its very nice" she replied, rubbing her ass against the front of my
shorts, skillfully moving her cheeks to make sure she got a nice hot-dog
going...well nice for her at least,, I only got more pissed off

"Stop it, bitch" I pulled more tightly, feeling considerable resistance from
her, the woman definitely had powerful pecs and strong shoulders.

"Your choice, baby boy" she said, rubbing her butt right against my groin ever
harder as her powerful arms started shaking "Either let me go and we can call
it a day...or don't, and mommy can get rough with her baby boy" she looked
back at me and smiled with that statement.

"What?" I said, tightening my grip as she breathed in, I was suspecting power
but...damn she could explode with a burst of explosivity. She pulled away from
my grip and immediately placed a hand on my chest "Well, your best hold fails
from mommy's pure strength" she said as she flexed amn arm, then pressed
against my chest, hard enough to send me reeling into the ropes. I got up and
then she grabbed my by the arms, her grip digging into my biceps "What a
disappointing boy of mine ... " she started, laughing.

She smiled and grabbed her top, the audience hollered loudly as she revealed
her breasts to the world. They were big and perky, almost looked like
something you'd find in a skin magazine. And her chest was defined, too. I
could see the hard plates of muscles that supported her boobs. She placed her
hands on her hips and flexed her pecs one at a time in my direction 'these
will be your undoing, baby boy" she mocked glibly 'be afraid of them...be very
afraid"

She shoved her breasts into my face, completely taking over my airways, making
it impossible for me to breath.She laughed as she pressed them in further, my
arms were pinned down...she was making me her bitch, right there, my face
filled with her and completely unable to do anything...even draw breath, from
how she was making me hers.

She let go suddenly "Mommy's boobs win...the same boobs that used to feed you
are now dominating you" she threw me into the corner, the woman headscissored
me, gripping hard "Ahhh...just...making sure you are ready for your next
punishment" she grabbed both of my wrists and bend my arms backward as she did
so, making sure that she had my tightly as possible as she pulled back, harder
and harder...wearing me down entirely.

Her smile spread across her face 'now" she started 'It's time to show my baby
boy why mommy is in charge of this family!" and with that she threw me into
the corner and slowly let off her panties, shaking her ass at me as she did
so. What was her plan? I got up, finding my body had been seriously hurt...she
really had done a number on me at that point.

She pressed her hips back against me, before sinking my head into her, making
sure to enjoy my face as thoroughly as she could, making me kiss, making me
dig in, moaning and moaning before she was finally done...the audience was all
quite excited by that.

She laughed at my predicament, grabbing my hair with one foot, she shoved her
feet as far into my mouth as they'd go with the other, completely dominating
my defeated body with them "That feel nice, baby boy? You still love sucking
your mommy's stinky sweaty feet? I merely gurgled at her, unable to speak
through her dominating toes.

She pulled me up after that, on my knees she had me licking up her sweaty
armpits before sending me crashing down again with a powerful hip-bump, coming
down on my belly and twerking on it afterward, each flex of her powerful
glutes causing me more pain "

Oh my God your so weak and pathetic! Literally a toy for older women to play
with! And break, of course, when mommy gets bored or angry" I hopped she was
joking when she said that ...

She got up again and started flexing for the audience, making sure everybody
saw and everybody was party to it, blowing a few kisses to my dad "he's just
as cute as you were at his age" she said, I heard him moan in response.

She kept rubbing her feet all over my torso, until finally she got them over
my crotch, laughing as she roughly squeezed and stomped on my boner, makings
ure my underwear were, indeed, filled with exactly what she thought they were
filled with. My naked mother had just physically annihilated me, and was now
making a toy of my genitalia. She looked down at me, locked eyes, and made
sure that I would never forget exactly how and why she achieved total
dominating on that day.

After that She set me down on my back and tore my only garment off of my hips,
getting down over me and leaning in "Hard for mommy, are you? well...I warned
you about rape, didn't I?" and then...right there...she did it. My own mother
raped me. And to be honest...looking at her chest and face, feeling her around
me, hearing her remind me of my powerlessness...I sort of enjoyed it. I'm not
sure, it's hard to really think about in detail. I do know she pounded me with
an anergy I could never match, even after the ass-kickings he gave me. I know
she could have crushed me with the strength she was using if she really wanted
to.

After that she just picked me up over her shoulder and lead me to the ropes,
taking me out like she was just dragging a baby somewhere, getting to my own
father, who was currently being restrained in Bella's lap.

She picked me up in one arm and my father in the other, smiling at both of us
"Seems the family is back together again" she said, open-mouth kissing him
with aggression before returning her lips to mine "I'm never letting either of
you cutie pies go again, either! Like it or not you are my little guys from
now until the day you die!'

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