23 comments/ 173384 views/ 67 favorites First Wrestling Encounter By: kidrock Mom divorced dad when I was 9 and we rarely saw him. Mom and I had a real good relationship, never any arguing. I guess I was a pretty good kid, didn't get into trouble. We had what I guess was a pretty cool relationship. She worked long hours and I did well in school and had a couple of part time jobs to pay for my car and nights out with girlfriends and shit. I was almost 19 now and a 19 year old's metabolism was serving me well, keeping me lean with little effort on my part. I was probably about 5'11 and about 162. Mom had me at a young age, 16 actually. That's why dad eventually split. He didn't want to be saddled with a kid at his age, he hadn't "lived" yet. My mom was tall and I remember her driver's license stating she was 5'9 and 138. She also had amazing 38D cup breasts, breasts that were round and appeared to be firm. Mom always took great care of herself, doing various workouts. She hit the gym regularly, mixing in a combination of free weights and cardio workouts. I had just started to lift weights more seriously but I ran track through-out high school and was in great shape too. Looking back after dad left there weren't many guys she dated or brought home. There was some, but not many. I also recall her regularly walking around only wearing her bra and panties and while I didn't think anything of it, as I got older it did turn me on to see her almost naked. Especially seeing her phenomenal tits barely contained within some of her bras. As I got older and became a very horny teenager, I started to notice more....and looking more too. I mean, it was just something we did, walking around in underwear at times. There was nothing strange to it and we didn't think twice about it, we were mom and son. However, once I discovered "girls" and what a guy could do with them, well, things changed for me. Of course, sporting a hard-on was an after-thought. Hell, I could get hard thinking about a donut. That's what teenagers do! By the time I was 16 I had a huge wrestling fetish from seeing the apartment wrestling women in regular wrestling magazines, primarily Sports Review Wrestling magazines. I often jerked off to those images...and sometimes imagined me wrestling those women. We started in bathing suits, me in trunks and the women in bikinis, or we started in our underwear, and wrestled "anything goes." Rip, strip matches to complete submission. I would regularly fuck the different women in those magazines, in my fantasies. Being that horny teenager with a wrestling fetish, I started to look longer at mom when she was in her underwear. I realized all the different kinds she wore. During the week it was stuff that she was probably comfortable in. However, on the weekend, I started to notice she was wearing different sets. I didn't know what the hell to call them at the time, but many of them were lace and they were revealing. I could see her nipples when she wore certain bras, and I could also see her pussy hair through the lace panties she wore. Mom was a natural redhead but her bush was reddish blond. I think there were times she probably had to notice me staring just a tad too long at her tits or pussy, but she never said anything. There were plenty of times though that we ran into each other going into the upstairs bathroom, both in just our underwear, and I had to bolt because my dick started to pop a tent in my briefs rather quickly. I am sure she saw that too but never said anything. It's when I started to notice the underwear that she wore that I started to imagine her as my wrestling opponent. The two of us starting in underwear in an "anything goes" apartment style wrestling match. Matches that ended with the two of us battling all out, nude, to decide a winner, with the winner having their way with the loser. This drove me to rummage through her lingerie draw and I found some really hot underwear - lace teddies that snapped close in the crotch and were most revealing, lace bras and panties, thongs! Was my mom a bit of a freak? It's weird and kind of hard to explain. I didn't get hard imagining having sex with her, but the idea of wrestling with her always gave me a hard-on. Of course the idea of wrestling any woman gave me a hard-on. I guess I rationalized it by thinking it was two adults who agreed to physical combat and the contact and interaction that resulted was a by-product of the wrestling. Well, it made sense to me! I imagined wrestling her in one of those lace teddies and tearing it off her at some point. Hell, I started to imagine wrestling her in all kinds of different scenarios that ended in all out nude battles where sexual acts were allowed. It was fun to jerk off to. Fast forward again to me being 19. I had a stack of Sports Review wrestling magazines hidden in a spot in my closet and they were open to the pages of women apartment wrestling. Not that I had in them in any particular order but I did have my favorite matches containing Cynara (against anyone) on top, and I noticed they'd been rearranged and opened to an issue that had two women catfighting each other. They had torn the clothes off each other and were wrestling completely naked. There was a guy that interrupted them trying to break it up, but the women then ganged up on him. Now it was two against one, and as they wrestled the women slowly were able to strip the guy clothes off until he was naked too. The pictures showed various "action" shots of them wrestling naked, the guy sporting this huge hard-on. There were some shots of him having the advantage but most of the pictures were the women dominating him. I know a lot of men like to be dominated by women. That's never been my thing. I always fantasized about competitive matches where either the man or the woman could win. That is what is appealing to me as far as wrestling goes, it's (usually) just one on one, and it's completely up in the air as to who can win. Now I know there are many women that can outright beat men, but for the most part you put an "average" guy in the room with an "average" woman and a large majority of the time the guy will most likely win. So back to the magazine pile that was definitely rearranged. There was only one person that could have been in there besides me and done that. I thought for sure they were well hidden in between a folded pile of my clean jeans. There would be no reason for anyone to go through a pile of somewhat neatly folded jeans...at least that's what I thought. I was kind of embarrassed thinking about my mom looking at these magazines and wondering what she thought of me. My mind was racing with thoughts. Was she going to be mad? Was she interested? It seemed like she went through a lot of them because I had almost all of them open to Cynara wrestling someone, since she was my favorite apartment house wrestler, and now Cynara wasn't on any of the pages. Maybe she liked what she saw? I didn't have the nerve to bring anything up to her so I hoped she would say something to me and I played out different scenarios in my mind. I came up with responses based on her being mad, curious, into it...all with the hope of a discussion ending up with us wrestling. Crazy, but it fueled a horny 19 year old's afternoon! That evening when she got home from work she didn't mention anything as she prepared dinner. We ate and talked about each other's day, usual small talk. After dinner she went to take a shower so I went into the den to watch television, the UWF which was the best wrestling federation at the time. After her shower she must have heard the wrestling and made it a point to come to the doorway of the den to let me know she was coming in as soon as she was dressed and didn't want to watch wrestling...but she was wearing a lace bra and matching lace panties that you could clearly see through, and I swear it was almost identical to Cynara's outfit in one of her matches. I could clearly see her tits, nipples and her pussy through the lace underwear...I had to stop myself from staring. As soon as she turned around to go back to her room I notice she wasn't wearing panties, she was wearing a thong! Holy shit!! Mom had a bubble ass that looked so smooth and sexy. I race to my room and found the old issue and sure enough, it was pretty much identical to Cynara's outfit! I got an instant hard-on as I kneeled in my closet looking at the magazine in my briefs and shorts. I was thinking about jerking off when mom scared the hell out of me by tapping me on my shoulder. Still on my knees I turned my body around and asked her what she was doing as I tried to hide the magazines, but when I turned around my hard-on was visibly tenting my shorts. Now I had to hide my hard-on and the magazines. What I immediately noticed when I turned around was she hadn't gotten dressed yet. She was standing there, about 3 feet from me, wearing only the lace bra and panties I saw her wearing after her shower. She said she already saw the magazines so I didn't have to hide them. Not having to worry about hiding the magazines was helpful since my dick was rock hard, so I tried to put my hands in front of my erection to hide it. "So do you like to see two women wrestle?", mom asked. "Yes I do'" was my simple response. "Do you also like it when they tear the clothes and underwear off of each other?" "Well, yes" I responded somewhat sheepishly. "Have you ever wrestled any of your girlfriends?" "No I haven't." Why haven't you?" "Well, I don't know what they would say. I didn't want them to think I was weird I guess." This conversation was happening as I was still on my knees in my closet wearing only shorts over briefs and mom standing over me, her hands on her hips, within arms length of me. I kept looking up at her and then away because my eyes kept shooting to her tits and pussy. Even when I looked down I was looking at her bare-feet, perfect pedicure, bright red polish on her toe nails. She continued the conversation. "Well, I'm sorry but I was bringing you some new jeans and I found them. When I looked through them I thought it was interesting and wanted to know what it was all about so I went through all of them. I don't blame you for getting excited, it does seem pretty exciting pitting yourself against someone else with just your strength and abilities to leverage, not knowing who is going to win or lose. And the idea of ripping clothes off each other and battling nude, well, again I can see how you would be excited by that." "Well yeah, so I guess I will put these away now," I lamely said, not knowing what the hell else to say. Apparently she had other ideas. Just as I went to collect the magazines mom took a step toward me and was standing right in front of me now. I kind of inched back just a little, not sure what to do. I looked up slowly, getting a close up of her crotch and as I gazed up saw hardened nipples peaking out of her lace bra. "Not so fast. Like I said, I do want to know what it's all about." My mind was racing a million miles an hour. I probably could have busted a load in my shorts right there and then. She continued, "Is it something you want to do, wrestle a woman like those pictures show?" I looked down at the magazine that was on top and it was the two women and guy. They were all naked, one woman on her stomach with the guy sitting on her ass pulling her head up by her hair with one hand, his free hand appeared to be squeezing and twisting one of her tits. The other woman was standing behind the guy grabbing his hair, trying to pull him off. Nipples were hard and his dick was hard too. Clearly everyone in the picture was "excited" by the action. "I, I guess, yea." "You don't seem too sure." "No, I do want to do that, it's just, I, I don't know where I would find a woman who might like or want to do it. "How do you think it would end if you wrestled a woman?" "I have no idea, I guess someone would give up." "Then what would happen?" "What do you mean what would happen...we could wrestle some more I guess." "I see. So you would keep wrestling? Would both of you still be in your underwear?" I must have been blushing by now, having a conversation with such sexual undertones to it. "I don't know. It would depend I guess." "What would it depend on?" "If we decided to have a strip match, or anything goes match. Then I guess we probably wouldn't be in our underwear by the time we were done." Then she bent down and picked up the magazine I described earlier and flipped the pages to the last page. The last page had the guy fucking one woman from behind, and the woman being fucked was eating out the other woman who was on her back in front of her. "Is this how you see it ending?" she continued. "I don't know." "I could see how it could. I mean, all that body contact and sweat. Your body tells me how you excited you are at the prospect of that happening." She was referring to my hard-on which I was still trying to hide with my hands. "I suppose, yeah." "What kind of rules would there be?" "Rules?" I honestly hadn't thought about rules. "I don't know. I mean, anything goes but nothing to really hurt or injure each other. Also, nothing to the face that would leave any marks. You know, just wrestling around. You could pull hair, chokes are okay." "But he was twisting their tits. Is that allowed?" "That's what that match allowed I guess." "Then the female should get to twist his dick." I cringed a little at the thought, especially considering my hardened state, but what came out of my mouth surprised me. "That's fine." "So it sounds like anything is fair game; just nothing to the face and nothing that would hurt, injure or mark each other." "Pretty much yeah." "Does anyting goes include sexual contact?" "Sexual contact? What do you mean?" "Anything sexual. Sex of any kind. Two nude people trying to do anything to gain a submission." "I suppose, many matches are loser...uhm, loser cums first." "I saw that, and the winner gets to do whatever he wants with the loser, right?" "Yes." "Where would you wrestle if you could find someone?" "I don't know. What's with all the questions?" "I told you. It interests me and I want to know more about it. It also excites me in ways similar to how it excites you. I want to see what it feels like to do it." Not having any inclination what she was hinting at I responded, "Good luck finding someone. If you do, ask her if she will wrestle me" I said with a chuckle. "So where would you wrestle? In the bedroom?" "I suppose. Probably try to keep the match on a king sized bed or something. Or maybe throw a lot of blankets on the carpet to avoid rug burns." What happened next floored me. "I have a king size bed" she said to me. I looked up at her and could only come up with, "What?!" "I think we have an opportunity to find out what it feels like. I want to do it but have no idea how I would find another woman who might be interested. I know you want to do it." "What, what, if you are suggesting we...we can't wrestle! I can't wrestle you like that" referring to nude with a hard-on without saying it. "Are you nervous? I can't believe I am suggesting this but when I saw the magazines I was upset at first. Then I realized how interested I really was...and well, excited too." "So wait, you're telling me you want to wrestle me. I can't wrestle you, you're my mother!" "I am your mother, but that doesn't seem to bother parts of your body" she said as she took her foot and lightly shoved it in my crotch, brushing my hard-on over my shorts. "Ma, what the hell?" "Stop pretending you don't want to try it with me. You know this is the best opportunity you will get to actually wrestle a woman. This is probably the best opportunity both of us will get to do it so let's just do it." "And everything we talked about as far as rules...that's all okay with you? We're going to do that stuff to each other?" "Do you have another suggestion as far as rules? I am okay with everything we talked about if you are." "I suppose I am too then. Yeah, it's just..." "It's just what Kevin?" "You're my mom, I don't know if I can bring myself to try to get you to give up or, well, uhm, never mind the other things we talked about." "Kevin, I understand. If it helps, call me by my name, Michelle. It will be just Kevin and Michelle, two consenting adults agreeing to a no-rules wrestling match like we talked about." "Yeah but, we talked about things that, well, you know." "So you don't want to try?" "Yes I do but, I am not sure I can do some things, you are my mom." "We won't be mom and son, we'll be Kevin and Michelle. Don't get me wrong, I am a little uncomfortable too, but I want to try it." "Okay Michelle, I guess you are right. I want to try it too." She knew I was going to agree. My dick wouldn't let me not agree. She dressed that way for a reason. She planned this, probably after she found the magazine, but she definitely planned this. And this entire conversation taking place with me on my knees in front of her. A submissive position. I was anything BUT submissive. If someone could beat me, I wouldn't cry about it but I wouldn't lose on purpose. "You really want to wrestle me?" I asked, now hoping for a definite yes. "Yes." "And we are going to have a rip strip match? Anything goes?" "Anything goes" she concurred as hand went down to her crotch and her middle finger stopped over her pussy as if she was getting ready to finger herself. I was definitely in but wanted to make sure we were talking about the same things and were on the same page. What was unfolding was pretty incredible. I jerked off to fantasies of wrestling her all the time, and those fantasies often ended with me fucking her. Now I was having a real life conversation, with my mom, about having a rip/strip anything goes wrestling match. "Well then Michelle, I think we've talked enough. Don't be mad or surprised at what happens." She smiled and said, "I promise not to be mad at you no matter what happens. You have to promise the same." "Oh, I promise." She turned around and starting walking out of my room. Her ass was beautiful! Michelle had a bubble butt to die for. She looked over her shoulder at said one simple word, "Coming?" I dropped the magazines and followed her into her bedroom. She started taking the bedspread off to put on the floor and I helped her. My dick was still rock hard but I wasn't trying to conceal it anymore. The short walk to her bedroom I was consumed with thoughts of how (and if) I might use my dick as a weapon in the match. Could I do it? We spread out the bedspread on the floor and then she climbed onto the bed on her knees facing me. I couldn't believe where I was and what was about to happen. It was surreal. I made a move to get on the bed and she held up her hand and pointed to my shorts...I forgot I had shorts on. I slipped them off to match her gear for gear and climbed on the bed facing her. Now it was mom who was looking at my crotch. Actually, she was looking at my 8 inch cock that was standing at attention and peeking over the top of the waistband of my briefs. I was just as focused on those gorgeous tits begging to be set free from those lace constraints. I didn't notice that she stopped staring at my dick and saw me staring at her tits, until she teasingly brought her hands up and pushed them together as if she was getting ready to wrestle. The move was solely to distract me as much as possible. "Are you ready Kevin?" "Yes Michelle, are you ready? "Yes." With that we moved toward each other on our knees, reached out and put hands on arms to lock up. Feeling her strength like this for the first time was amazing, and she was strong! We pushed back and forth, I don't think either of us was sure what to do next despite the rather detailed and lengthy conversation we just had. Here we were, near-naked on her bed bringing to life my most favorite fantasy ever! We alternated between looking into each other's eyes and at each other's now straining bodies. I was already thinking of when and how I was going to rip that pretty lace bra off of her then realized, she might be thinking the same thing about my briefs! Slight panic set in with that realization. One good tug or tear and I would be completely naked! First Wrestling Encounter I made the first move, manuevering her into a side headlock and forcing her down on her side. She didn't hesitate in reaching up, grabbing my hair and yanking my head back. "Aaaahh." It hurt but she didn't make me release the headlock. She tried it again so in retaliation I kept my left arm around her head and pulled her hair with my right hand. "Oooooo, let go of my hair" "You let go of mine....Michelle." She did, but used her hand to go for my briefs. She grabbed the waistband and pulled up. She didn't have much leverage but she was able to give me a partial wedgie, turning my briefs into thong-like gear. "Fuck!" came out of my mouth. I was not fond of the material being wedged up my ass crack. I rolled over her face and turned the headlock into a front face lock with her on her back and me next to her, our heads next to each other but our feet facing opposite directions. I wanted to see early on how she would react if boundaries were pushed so I reached down with my right hand as I secured her head with my left arm and grabbed her breast over her bra. I gave it a nice squeeze, not too hard but hard enough to hear her wince and moan a little. "How does that feel huh?" "Uuuunnhh, shit" was her response as I saw her lower body writhe trying to free herself. She was able to stop me with both of her hands and then rolled toward me in the front face lock, decreasing my leverage. She also got to her knees and then sank both hands into my hair. By now I had also gotten to my knees again. She was really strong, it was exciting to feel how strong she was, but not quite at this moment because I had to let go, she was twisting my head down and to the side. As soon as I let go she kept pushing my head down but also moved toward me for more leverage and was able to force me down onto my back. She started to climb on top of me but she was in between both of my legs so as she slid up my body I was able to lock in a nice body scissor hold on her sexy waist. She immediately let go of my hair and tried to use both hands to push down on my knees as she straightened her body up. I was on my back and she was kneeling, trapped in the hold as I squeezed pretty hard. We were both sweating now and the position allowed me to see the wedgie she gave me earlier, even though I tried to "undo" the damage, exposed the top part of my dick which was sticking out over the top of my briefs. She noticed the same and as she continued to try to push down on my knees she thought of a different way to try to free herself. Mom grabbed my briefs again, this time with both hands and on either side and tugged them down. "Holy shit!" "Haha, what's the matter Kevin, feeling a draft?" She had pulled them down just above my knees. They couldn't go any further because I had my legs wrapped around her waist, but they were down far enough. I was completely exposed, dick sticking straight up and wrestling on my belly button, but I didn't release the hold. The first time she grabbed them I was surprised because I really didn't think we'd push many boundaries at all. I figured we would just be wrestling. This time, even though we were relatively early into the match, I wasn't surprised. I didn't like being exposed like that but I wasn't surprised. What happened next did surprise me though. She released my briefs and used both hands to grab my dick and balls. "I am going to show you what a tit twist feels like." Then she started squeezing my balls and my hard dick. "Aaahh, fuck, let go, stop,fuck!" I had no choice but to release the scissor hold I had on her, seeing stars in my eyes as she gripped my balls. I tried to slide backwards but that made it hurt more. Dropping my legs to my side allowed her to now slide up my body as she thankfully released my dick and balls. I tried to fight her off but, as any guy knows, a low blow is debilitating. She easily pinned my arms down and kneeled on them, her crotch within inches of my face. Our hands were clasped together as she locked in the school boy pin on me. Before I knew it I was in a position I never would have imagined. Mom slid up a little more, still pinning my arms down slightly over my head, with her lower legs/ankles on top of my biceps, then she dropped her bottom on my face. "Mmmmnnpphh" was about all I could muster as her pussy and ass completely covered my nose and mouth. Breathing was a problem, as was the tingling in my balls. "Do you give up Kevin?" Even if I wanted to I couldn't tap or voice my submission, but I didn't want to. No way. But I was getting close to not being able to catch my breath underneath her. I was almost immobilized on my back, my briefs pulled down to my knees making it harder to bridge up, my hard-on bouncing against my belly as I thrashed around underneath her. Thinking clearly was difficult but I decided I had to lose my briefs to allow me to separate my legs if I was going to have any chance of escaping. I wasn't sure but it felt like Mom was grinding her pussy and ass on my face. It may just have been the movement of our bodies in this position, I don't know, but I was able to move somewhat so I could catch some air. As I sucked in some air I also lifted my legs and finagled my briefs down, finally able to pull one leg through and out of them. Although they were still on one leg, I had to concentrate on getting out of this predicament. Now at least I could buck my body more, being able to separate my legs and get more leverage. "I think you should give up Kevin." "Noooo." I was bridging more and my balls had almost completely recovered from her attack. I twisted my lower body as much as I could to one side and felt her brace herself, leaning the other way to try to keep me down. I used that to quickly roll the way she was leaning, using her momentum to drive her off of me. She fell off to her side but our hands were still clasped together so it wasn't a hard fall. The shift in position allowed her to lock in a head scissor hold on me though, with my face inches from her pussy. At least I wasn't being smothered by it anymore, but now I was trapped between her legs and they were very strong legs. She was on her right side, and I was on my left side with my head between her legs. I needed to play the same game she was playing or this would be a quick submission for her! I couldn't lose to my mom, that would be humiliating. I was able to free my hands. She used her free hands to try to force my face closer to her pussy again. "Aaaahhh, what the fuck?" "I think you like it down there Kevin, you sure are spending a lot of time with your face in my crotch." "Oh yeah?" Now I used my hands to reach behind her, probing with my fingers until I found her pussy. I had to move quickly as my oxygen supply was dwindling being crushed between her legs. Finding her pussy was easy because of the thong she was wearing so when I did I inserted two fingers and started fingering her. I wasn't hesitating anymore or thinking about what, if an, boundaries there be between us. All I knew was I was not about to go down to my mom like this. "Ooooh Kevin!" she screamed. "Stop that!" "Let go of my head" "No, get your fingers out of me!" "No, let go of me." I quickly felt her pussy getting wet. It was very tight, as tight as some of the girls my age I fucked. I kept the fingering motion going. She tried to squeeze me tighter but what I was doing to her clearly had an impact on her entire body. I had turned the tables, her legs were weakening as she tried to reach for my arm. "Kevin! Aaaaa!" she screamed as I kept fingering her. Finally her legs were loose enough for me to get out from in between them. I pulled my fingers out and quickly pushed them up and slid my sweaty head out from her grip. I rolled over and got up, kicking my briefs off entirely as I stood up. Mom stood up across from me as well, adjusting her thong which was disheveled from my attack on her pussy. We were both breathing hard and sweating heavily. I was incredibly turned on even though if we were scoring my mom probably would have been ahead on points. Let's not forget I was completely naked standing across from her and she still had on her bra and thong. My hard-on was pointing right at her, bobbing up and down as I moved toward her. She didn't hesitate moving toward me too. I had to think "catfight" rules as opposed to wrestling rules. We did agree to anything and she was taking advantage of that more than me up to now. We came together on our feet, again hands braced on arms in the wrestling stance, but this time I lashed out with a foot to her belly. "Ooooooonnpph" is what I heard as the air left her body, not expecting that from me. The blow doubled her over. I quickly moved behind her and pushed her down to the floor on her stomach. I put one knee over the back of her head/neck to trap her and the other knee on her lower back. I grabbed the back of her bra and undid it as quickly as I could. Thankfully I had some experience doing that already so it wasn't difficult. She was still trying to catch her breath from the kick so I was able to lift her arms over her head and slide her bra off. Now I moved so I was sitting on her upper ass, reached down and wrapped the bra around her throat and pulled back with both hands. It looked like I had her in camel clutch hold but I was using the bra to pull her head back and choke her at the same time. That's what I saw in many of the magazines and getting into "catfight" mode was starting to pay off for me. "How does that feel MICHELLE?", emphasizing her name, which actually felt good. I was letting go of the inhibitions I had about doing anything to my mom and she was right, using her name made it feel more like this was just an older woman I was no choking with her own undergarment. I mean, I knew it was my mom, but I was getting more and more into it now. She didn't say anything, she just clutched at the bra to try to lessen the pressure, letting out the occasional moan and groan. "Want to give up Michelle?" "Mmmmm....no." I leaned back and pulled harder. I moved one hand to her hair, then the other, completely releasing the bra. Now I yanked back hard on her hair, pulling her head up even farther. I even leaned forward so I was closer to her head as she screamed a little underneath me. Making sure I had a good grasp of her hair with my left hand, I reached down with my right and cupped her right breast and started squeezing it harder than I did earlier. "AAAAAaaaa, noooo, Kevin, STOP!" "Do you give up?" "Let go of my tit!!" "Do you give up?" "No, fuck you, let go of my fucking tit!" "Fuck me? Such language. How about fuck you Michelle!" I barked back as I contorted her tit into positions it probably shouldn't go. "OOooooowww, fuck, you fucking prick." "Prick? You want a prick? I'll show you what a prick is." I let go of her tit but not her hair. I was thinking like a bitch fighting a bitch now. I got to my feet but put the sole of my foot on her lower back to keep her down. I reached down with my free hand, grabbed her thong from the back and yanked on it. This slid the front of her thong into her pussy. I felt like I was getting some payback for the humiliating positions she had me in earlier. Now I had her face down. no bra, handful of hair in my left hand pulling her head up. My left foot braced on her back so she couldn't get up and my right hand trying to tear the last piece of clothing off of her, and punishing her in the process. "Aaaaaaaa, Kevin, that's my pussy, that hurts." We did say nothing to really hurt each other so I eased up a little and decided I would be better off just focusing on stripping her completely so the playing field was even. I released her hair and grabbed her thong with both hands and quickly tore it right off of her. Now we were both naked. I playfully kicked her ass while she was still on her stomach and then backed away from her to let her get up. As she did I was holding her thong up as kind of like a trophy. "Hey, what's this? Are these yours Mish? I am sooooo sorry. Do you want them back?" "Ha ha, so what. your briefs came off first." "That's okay. You had enough yet Michelle?" "No, I haven't. Have you?" "Hell no, I am just getting started." Looking at my mom standing across from me naked was exhilarating. We were drenched with sweat and breathing heavily. The banter allowed us both to regroup a little. My hard-on was as ready as it ever was to continue the match. I looked at my mother's magnificent tits, firm, round, nipples providing a hint as to how excited she was by the fight. "Is this what you imagined?" she asked me. "Kinda, yeah. Are you good?" I wanted to know if anything I did was wrong...well, hell. I was pretty much fighting my mom nude, I had fingered her and twisted her tits. Of course that was "wrong" but I wanted to know if she was upset in any way. "I'm good. Don't worry about me, worry about yourself and what I am about to do to you," she said with an evil grin. " Oh yeah? I am up for finding out what you think you can do, but I know what I am going to do." "So let's get at it then Kev." "Sure." Once again we were on our feet and locked up like that. This time we were both avoiding potential kicks as we jostled around her bedroom on our feet. She lunged forward and sank her hands into my hair so I did the same to her. Her tits smashed against my chest and we were trying to push and pull each other off balance by the hair now. After banging into the dresser and bed a couple of times we toppled to the floor with hands still embedded in each other's hair. We were rolling back and forth trying to gain an advantage and after a few 360s I managed to stop us with me on top. I went to slide up a little to improve my position and as I did my dick slid right into her pussy without any problem. Her pussy was warm and inviting, lubed naturally and a willing host for my dick. When I say it slid in, I went Lynn Swan deep into her pussy. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around my waist, locking us into that position. We both kind of stopped but didn't release our hands from each other's hair, however we weren't really pulling anymore. We were in full blown missionary sex position and I had entered my mother's pussy. This pause made me realize her tits were pressed against my chest and they felt amazing. We were looking at each other as we lay there. "Holy shit, I'm sorry" I said quickly, "I didn't mean to do that." "I know, it's okay...I think." "I'll get up." "You give up then?" "No, no, I meant I will just get up so we can start again." "I think that would count as a submission then" she said with that evil grin again. Was this what she planned all along? No way I was giving up. "Fine, then I won't get up." "Fine" was her response. I moved ever so slightly to try to figure out how deep I was and if I could pull out. When I did she pulled harder on my hair so I did the same to her. She also started moving her hips which was unbelievably fucking hot. I could feel the pre cum starting to ooze out of me. This was not good. I had to get out of this position because I was going to cum in minutes if we stayed like this, and then I remembered her earlier question when we were talking in my room, "Is this how you see it ending?" with the picture of the guy fucking the girl from behind. When she asked the question I could see it ending like that and I always fantasized about fucking my opponent, but at that time, as we were talking and the possibility of actually wrestling my mom became more of a reality I was not thinking it would end like that, not in the slightest. Considering the hold we were in I started to think she wanted that to happen though. I tried not to move my lower body but she kept moving her hips and I was definitely going to cum soon. My face must have clearly showed some confusion and desperation. "What's a-matter Kev, something wrong?" "Unh, no" "You say you give up or I can make you give up by continuing to do what I am doing." "Bu, but I am inside you and you are making me....I can't stop what is about to happen." "You don't think I know that? If that happens then you lose." I was definitely confused as to what I should do next. I mean, my body said forge ahead and cum, this felt GOOD. But my mind was the good angel telling me to do whatever I needed to do to dislodge my dick from her pussy. "Why do I lose if I, well, finish?" "I saw some of those matches, loser cums first matchs. Make your opponent cum first and they are the loser." " Yeah, but we can't have that kind of match!" "Why not, neither one of us said we couldn't, and both of us agreed to anything goes rules before we started." "But not this!!" "So you give uo?" "Fuck no!" If we were including that as a way to gain a submission I was confident I could do it to her, but not yet. The ease with which I entered her pussy indicacted she was horny and excited, but I don't think she ws as close as me cumming. I could possibly try this strategy later but if we satyed in this position I was going to lose. I know that's not a terrible fate considering the stakes meant I would cum, but I wasn't about to lose to my mom. I released her hair and enveloped her head with one arm behind her neck and locking onto my other bicep with my other hand placed across her mouth and nose, cutting off her air supply. It was a combination hand over mouth smother and choke, and I squeezed as tight as I could. Her rhythmic hip movements stopped and became something different, more thrashing than fucking which was no better for me because I was still deep inside her and getting closer to blowing myload. It iindicated, however, that she ws getting short of breath. Her hand smoved from my hair to my arm and hand, frantically trying to move them so she could breath, but I had a tight hold on and knew if this didn't work the unthinkable was going to happen, I was going to cum inside of her. Finally her legs dropped to our side as she was trying to get some oxygen, not realizing how close I was to cumming.I was able to slide out of her but pre cum was dripping from my dick. I also realized it was covered with her juices, her precum. She was closer than I thought she was but I had no way of knowing that. Having freed myself I went right back on the attack again. I grabbed her wrists and pinned them over her head, higher than she did to me earlier so they were stretched out as far as they could go. I maintained my position on top of her but slid up so now my crotch was over her face. I was getting into position to drop my ass and balls on her face much like she did to me with her ass and pussy, but she had other ideas. As I pinned her arms down and slid forward, she lifted her head and willingly took my dick inside of her mouth before I could bring my knees up and sit on her face. "Holy shit!" I looked down and she was moving her heard slightly and that feeling of getting ready to cum came right back. Her moist warm mouth was working my dick nicely, so nicely in fact that I pondered "losing" to her for a few second because it felt so good. Then the desire to NOT lose to my mom took over again. Fortunately this "hold" was easier to get out of...all I had to do was get up, which I did. I took the opportunity to stomp on her belly with my foot, winding her again. I hadn't gotten all the way up and still held her wrists so after kicking her in the stomach I pulled her up and wrapped my legs around her head, with her face buried in my crotch. Since she was still winded I used the opportunity to push her face into my crotch more with both hands. She started slapping my thigh and ass to try to get me to stop. I knew she was having trouble breathing so I eased up so she could get some air. First Wrestling Encounter "How does the sweat from my balls taste Mish?" "Fuck you Kevin. Do that again and I will bite them." "Ooooo, really now, that wouldn't be in the spirit of our little match now would it?" I grabbed her head again and shoved it into my crotch. "Give up." It wasn't a question anymore. "Give up." All I heard was a muffled "nnnnnnmmmmm." I let go so she could get some air. "Was that a submission?" "No." We were both using this as an opportunity to rest. I could easily keep her hands away from my dick so she couldn't try anything. Plus I was wearing her down in the head scissor hold. "I think the end is coming for you Michelle. What do you want to do for me when I win?" She didn't say anything. She was thinking of a way to escape...and she found it. She couldn't reach my dick, but she could reach my ass. I felt her probing with her hand near my asshole. What the hell was she doing? "What the fuck?!" I yelled. She started to finger my ass!! I couldn't move away fast enough. I let her go and rolled away, pushing her in the chest with my foot as she tried to get up. What a sight we must have been if someone was watching. Pretty much doing anything to win at this point, it seemed like nothing was off limits. We weren't about to start pummeling each other, but outside of that, low blows, dirty tricks and sexual moves were coming easy to both of us. We got to our knees and moved quickly to close the gap between us. We reached out and clasped a bearhugs on each other, each with one arm inside and one arm outside. Once again I had her tits against me, her nipples drilling into mine. Both of us could be heard grunting and groaning for a number of reasons. We were both getting tired, moves getting slower, holds not as crisp, and the sexual tension between us was mega-high. My dick was trapped between out lower stomachs as we gripped each other in the bearhug, our heads on each others shoulder, left cheek to left cheek. I felt her warm, heavy breathing on my neck. "Give up Michelle?" "No Kevin, do you?" "Not hardly." "You can't go much longer." "I think you are speaking for yourself Mish." We could feel each other's heartbeat as we were locked together in the bearhug. I smelled her perfume too, she smelled nice, real nice. Then out of nowhere she reached up with her left hand and grabbed my hair from the back of my head and reached down with her right hand, grabbing my cock. She pulled my head back by the hair and started stroking my dick with my right hand. I grabbed her hair with my right hand and dropped my left hand to her pussy, quickly finding an entry for my middle finger and proceeded to finger her again. "Mmmmmm, ooooooo" were moans coming from both of us now. Her hand was moving up and down my dick, the sweat providing all the lubrication she needed. I found a nice spot inside her pussy with my middle finger and was working her. Neither one of us backed away from the current "holds" although it would have been easy. This anything goes match was a border-line sex-fight, where anything sexual goes and the loser was in fact the one who came first. The winner could then do whatever they want or get whatever they want from the loser. I started to get that feeling again, but I could tell by her groaning as well as the wetness of her pussy that I was getting her worked up too. But once again I wasn't sure I could outlast her. She had to feel the pre-cum starting to drip from my dick again, giving her some extra lubricant. Man she knew how to jerk someone off! I couldn't chance not being able to outlast her. I stopped fingering her and balled my hand into a fist, burying it into her stomach. She doubled over completely surprised by the blow. "Uuunnnn" was her reaction. She dropped to the floor gasping for air. I was going to wear her down even more. I was ready to bust but I wanted to assert my dominance over her first. Rolling her onto her stomach was easy as she tried to fill her lungs with precious air. I grabbed her wrists and propped my foot on her back. "Ready to go surfing Michelle?" I pulled her arms up backwards by her wrists and pushed down hard on her back with my foot. "How does that feel Michelle?" All she could muster was another, "Uuuuhhh." I must have held the hold for about two minute but she wouldn't give up. I was starting to get feeling that I wanted to really show her who won. I hadn't won yet, but I was going to. After a couple of minutes I let her arms drop to her sides. I grabbed a handful of hair with my left hand and having removed my foot from her back, lifted her head up so she would have to get up. She started to get to her knees which provided the opening I wanted. I buried my foot into her gut hard, the smack of the top of my foot against her stomach echoed in her bedroom. The air flew out of her but I held her on her knees by her hair and lashed out again, this time connecting with one of her tits. She groaned in agony now. The kick was probably harder than it should have been but I wanted to bring this to a conclusion and I sensed I could. I let her go and she fell to the floor clutching her chest, trying to fill her lungs again with air. I sat her up and sat down behind her, wrapping my left arm around her neck and locking my left hand around my right wrist. I also wrapped my legs around her waist and leaned backwards onto my back with her on top of me. I had her locked around the waist in a body scissors hold and was also choking her out. She had nothing to grab onto or pull or stimulate. My dick was pressed against her back but I was in total control now. Still she struggled to free herself. I lifted my head so my mouth was next to her ear. "Give up Michelle" I whispered into her ear. I felt her fingers trying to get underneath my arm which was choking her and depriving her of air. My legs were also diminshing her ability to fill her lungs. It was only a matter of time and I was confident. In fact, I wanted to make sure her submission was complete. I was completely into asserting my domination upon her at this point. My respect for her toughness increased tremendously considering the battle we'd been through. Then I remembered her question when she saw the guy fucking the woman from behind, "Is that how you see it ending?" she asked as she stood over me. Looking back it was as if she was almost suggesting that wouldn't happen. Of course, I never in my life imagined being where I was at this very second - being locked in a nude wrestling match with my mom, both of us pushing every inhibition aside to win. I mean I fantasized often about wrestling matches with her that ended with us fucking submissions out of each other, but they were just fantasies. Never for a second did I think we'd be in a position where we'd actually be wrestling, never mind fucking. It wasn't right for a mother and son to embrace each other in such a manner. I guess her idea of thinking about it as two consenting adults worked, because here I was ready to elicit her complete submission and do what I want with her once I did that. I whispered into her ear again, "Give up Michelle." I moved my right hand over her mouth and nose keeping her from getting any more oxygen. Between the scissor hold around her waist, the choke and hand over mouth smother she couldn't breath. She was slapping my arms and thighs, moves she knew were signs that she gave up. I removed my hand from her mouth and relaxed both the choke and scissor hold, but kept them locked on. "Do you give up Michelle?" "Yes, I give up." "Say my name. Submit and say my name." "Kevin, I give up." I moved my right hand to her right tit and instead of squeezing or twisting it I started to caress it. "Mmmm, say it again Michelle, say you submit to me." Her nipples got hard in seconds and she started to moan, this time pleasurable moans. "I submit to you Kevin." "Is you submission complete? What are you willing to do for me?" "Oooooo, anything you want Kevin, my submission is total. I will do what you want." Now I dropped my left hand onto her left tit and was caressing both tits. They felt wonderful. I also let my legs drop to her side. We stayed like that for a little bit, with her still on top of my, her back on my chest, as I caressed her tits. "Roll over Michelle." She rolled off me. I grabbed her hand and stood her up. We faced each other and I pulled her into me. We embraced, this time a softer embrace, her tits against my chest and our hands exploring backs and asses. Standing there chest to chest, feet touching feet, I lightly kissed her neck and she kissed mine back. Breathing was as heavy as it was the entire fight as the sexual tension was rising rapidly. I backed her to the edge of the bed and stopped. I turned her around and bent her over, leaning over beside her. Cupping her left breast with my left hand and reaching in behind her to once again insert my finger into her pussy. She tensed a little and moaned a lot. "You like that Michelle?" "Oh yes baby, yes." "You want my dick don't you Michelle." "Mmmmm, yes, yes, I want your dick Kevin." Her hips were moving in rythym with my finger, she was horny as fuck right now. I could feel her pussy getting more moist, feel her juices getting heavier. I had two fingers up there but it was still tight. "Oooh yeah, oooh yeah." I tugged her head back by her hair playfully now. "You're mine bitch" I whispered into her ear. "Yes Kevin, I am your bitch tonight. You beat me, you deserve it." "That's right Michelle, I do deserve it." Her breathing and groans were getting faster, she was more than aroused. I pulled my fingers out and brought them to her mouth. "Taste yourself, taste your pussy, lick my fingers." "Ooooh yeah" she said as she put both fingers into her mouth and licked her own pussy juice off of them. I was ready to claim my victory. I moved behind her and put my hands on her hips, bringing her ass to my dick. Once again my dick slid right into her pussy, and she was still tight despite being so wet. I started to fuck her just like the picture in the magazine. "I guess this is how it is going to end huh Michelle?" "Yes Kevin, oooh yes." Again I playfully pulled her head back by her hair. She loved it. "Harder Kevin, harder." "Sure Michelle" I responded as I drilled her pussy from behind. I pushed her forward so she would climb onto the bed and I climbed on top of her, still fucking her doggy style. Her groans were audibly louder now, she was about to cum. "Oooh yea baby, yea, yea, that's it." I was taking advantage of every second. "Who's bitch are you Michelle?" "You're bitch Kevin, I'm...mmmm...I'm you're, oooooh, bitch...aaaa, oh yea, oh yea, oh yeeeaa" And that last oh yeah was her climaxing. Her arms stretched out in front of her grabbing holds of the sheets as I continued to pound her ass, feeling her orgasm engulf my dick. This was the most incredible sex I've had since I realized what my dick could do at age 12. After what seemed like minutes she finally stopped screaming and her body relaxed. I pulled out and my dick was covered with her cum. I rolled her over and pinned her arms over her head. This time I slid up with every intention of her taking me into her mouth and NOT getting up. "I want you to blow me Michelle." As she opened her mouth to say something I shoved it inside and started to fuck her mouth. I could her her slurping her own cum as I face fucked her. I wasn't going to last long. "That's it, yea, yea." I could feel my body tensing and sure enough, my dick exploded in her mouth. I was fucking her mouth hard, and I was deep. She wasn't necessarily swallowing it but I was forcing it down her throat. "Oh yea, yea, fuck yea" I looked down and she hardly flinched. Cum was dripping out of her mouth and shooting down her throat, but she was taking it all. "Oh my god yea." Finally I stopped pumping and when I did she started to choke, due to the amount of cum that I forced her to swallow. I removed my dick and climbed off her, letting her sit up. She coughed up some cum and cleared her throat. I was on my back and she laid down on her back too. We were both recovering from our encounter and trying to catch our breath. It was over...and now thoughts of how we would deal with it started creeping into my mind. Like I said, this kind of scene was total fantasy and my fantasy was brought to life bigger and badder than I ever could have imagined, but now what. We were Michelle and Kevin, but we were also mom and son. We did things to each other no mother and son should do, and there was nothing that could erase that memory or event now. "Mom.." I started. "Kevin, I know what you are thinking. It's okay, you won and I AM your bitch...TONIGHT. Tomorrow is a new day. I wanted to know more about what I discovered in your room and we both wanted to find someone to wrestle. So now we know what it's like. Was it what you imagined?" "Oh my god yes. You're not upset?" "No I'm not upset. I am the one who suggested we approach this as a grown man and woman who agreed to an anything goes match. How can I be mad?" "I guess, I just wasn't sure." "Well, I'm not mad. I am sure if either one of us felt uncomfortable at any time and wanted to stop, we would have said something and I am sure we would have stopped." "Definitely, if you wanted to stop I would have." "But I didn't, and you didn't, so we saw it to the end and you won. So tonight I am your bitch to do what you please with. That ends tomorrow though. We are back to normal, or some semblance of normal...AND there will be a rematch." "You want a rematch?" "Don't you think that's fair? I would give you one." "I wouldn't have lost, haha." "Funny mister." "I'm up for a rematch, sure." She glanced over at me after I said that and notice my dick was hard again. Hey, that's what 19 year olds do, get hard-ons. "Mmm. Looks like you are not done claiming your victory tonight." "No, I'm not. Let's see how tight that ass is...Michelle."