Family Affair : In the beginning
Disclaimer: This is a fictional account that involves real people. It is graphic and involves situations that are of a highly controversial nature. What happens when a single mother and her son cross the line, and wrestling turns into something more surreptitious? Many of the male members of this FreeCatFights group seem to have Oedipal issues involving their mothers. A few of them confided this to me after I posted my two recent releases in my two part Family Affair stories. Based on my single parent upbringing, I can understand how this can happen and sympathize with feelings that can blur normal acceptable anthropological behavior. And so I propose one possible "reason de etra" that may make some readers uncomfortable. So ALL READERS ARE ADVISED TO PROCEED READING ONLY AT THEIR OWN RISK!
Family Affair : In the beginning
Growing up, I was the only child of a single parent home. My mother divorced my father while I was still a baby, due to an affair he had while stationed overseas. He ended up marrying the young woman from England, who looked very much like my mother. But that didn't excuse his indiscretion. And as a result of his infidelity, my mother's family forbid, and enforced that he should not be allowed any visitation privileges.
Growing up, it was just my mom and I. I cannot recall her ever dating. Her life seemed centered around me. She was always doing fun things with me, on the spur of the moment. We would go to all sorts of events, including professional sporting events. She was my best friend! I was told by my family that mom was a tomboy growing up. She participated in some sports herself and was quite athletic and fit. But she had a curvy body that made her seem very fit and sexy.
One day, I happened to come upon my grandfathers porn stash (a jackpot for an adolescent teen)! What I found most arousing were the pictures of scantily clad woman wrestlers in some black and white news style paper, whose name I can't remember now. By today standards the pictures were quite modest. But I knew from the "sudden growth spurt", that the thought of a woman fighting, in any form, was strangely exciting to me. From that day on I made frequent visits to the cardboard box that housed these treasures and spent endless hours, "reading"!
The porn stash remained my deep dark secret until one fateful day when I reached my 18th birthday. On that day my mother discovered my "collection" of magazines and papers that I had liberated from my grandfathers box which showed women in various stages of dress, and undress. Most of these publications contained female wrestlers. Some of the magazines had pictures of women in topless or risqué photos that showed women catfighting! (THOSE were my favorites!)
I remember coming home and being confronted upon entry to our home with one of the catfighting magazine publications. My mother had a very concerned look on her face. I was asked if the magazine was mine. She knew that it was. I then hemmed and hawed about the pictures being very stimulating to me. I talked for what seemed like an hour, but was probably more like 5 minutes about my female fighting fetish. My mother stared at me and remained silent through my embarrassing revelation, not saying a word. After I finished I looked down at my shoes for another couple of minutes in silence. I didn't have a mirror, but I am sure that my face was as red as a beet!
Mom's face looked like she was about to cry. She rose, silently, and took my hand. Then she led me to her bedroom, where I sat down on her bed. She then stared into my eyes for a while, then pulled her short sleeved shirt over her head, revealing a modest looking black bra. It was a stark contrast to her alabaster skin. Like me she was a red head, and her skin was very light. She threw her top onto the bed, and then started to slip out of her slacks. As she bent over to remove her slacks, I got a good view of her ample cleavage, and her round and shapely rear! She hadn't had her 40th birthday yet, and had a great figure!
Remaining silent, she then reached out towards me and removed my T-shirt. That was then thrown on top of the pile of clothes. Mom finally broke her long silence.
"Would you like to wrestle with me?"
I could scarcely believe what I was hearing. I must have misunderstood her. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. Her stomach was flat. Her breasts and ass seemed firm. She was looking very sexy to me! And she was offering to fulfill my greatest fantasy; wrestling with a sexy woman. NO! That couldn't have been right. So I stammered; "Wha-what did you say?"
This time she spoke slowly; "Would you like to wrestle with your mother? Right here? Right now?"
I rose and silently removed my jeans and threw them on the pile. "Yes!" I replied enthusiastically. I turned to face her, standing fully erect. And when I say FULLY ERECT, I am talking about, not only my stance, but another part of my anatomy as well! Now looking into her eyes, I saw her gaze lower to my under-shorts. And for the first time since she confronted me a crooked smile appeared on her face.
"The first one to submit will have to wash the dinner dishes, and take out the garbage, every night, from now on." She then smiled sheepishly, and reached behind her back and removed her bra. She held it out at arm's length and then dropped it to the floor. "Agreed?!?"
All I could do at this point was nod my head in agreement! My gaze was locked in on her breasts! I actually could NOT look away! They were very firm, and large enough to bounce when she moved! I am pretty sure that at that point there was a wet spot on my under-shorts. Then she said; "GO!" and came at me really quick!
She was as quick as a cat. And I was somewhat frozen by the vision of my sexy mom topless! She bent at the waist as she came at me, and tackled me onto the bed! My hands, instinctively grabbed her rear as she raised me up before driving her shoulder into my belly. She put her body weight into the tackle and knocked the wind out of me as my back sunk into the bed. My hands squeezed her cheeks. But when her full weight hit me, I gasped as the air was knocked out of me!
Mom, realizing that I couldn't catch my breath, quickly pushed herself up to a kneeling position. She repositioned herself so that her shins pinned my arms down on the bed. Her crotch was now resting against my chin, pushing firmly against it. Her broad smile showed that she was pleased with her opening success at dominating me.
"My Oh My! What are you going to do now son?" There was a lilt in her voice. She was thoroughly enjoying her position of dominance over me. And so was I! And so was I (VERY MUCH)!
I couldn't catch my breath at first, so I could not respond as she pushed her crotch firmly into my chin! It was not long before I felt a wetness against my chin. I wondered if this was the closest she came to having sex since the divorce as I struggled mightily to catch my breath!
I was then surprised when my mom started to rub her crotch back and forth against my chin. When she pressed it forward, it covered my mouth! At that tender age, I had no concept of satisfying a woman orally, but it seemed to be in my DNA, because it wasn't long before I extended my tongue to enhance my mother's experience!
I would have been happy to have just finished like that, but eventually I was able to inhale air again, and was no longer paralyzed. I had never gotten to second base with any girls yet. And right there, above my head was a pair of breasts that jiggled sexily as my mom rubbed her clothed pussy in my face. I could NOT resist! I freed my arms, and my hands came up and cupped her breasts! Then I squeezed them tightly!
"UNNNH!" My mom let out a grunt, as much out of surprise as discomfort! Her hands immediately grabbed my wrists as she yanked my hands off of her boobs. "SO YOU WANT TO PLAY ROUGH, DO YOU?!?"
My mother's challenging words greatly excited me, and if my under-shorts weren't already wet, they were now. She recaptured my arms, one at a time, under her legs and then reached back behind her and lightly pinched both of my nipples! "SO, You like to attack breasts huh? Let's see how you like it!"
My mom pinched my erect nipples between her thumb and forefinger, just enough to cause a bit of pain; then suddenly; she squeezed my nipples full force and started twisting them! I screamed loudly from one of the most intense pains I have ever felt! "OWWWWWWWW!"
I then squirmed like I never have before! I did everything I could to try and free myself, as my mother pinched as hard as she was able and twisted!
"I GIVE MOM! . . . I GIVE! PLEASE LET ME UP NOW!"
Then my mother let go of me and slowly stood to her feet. She was straddling me, facing my head. "Did you have fun son?" she asked. My under-shorts were now pretty soaked, and although my nipples felt crusty hard and were throbbing, I had to say, "YES MOM! Thank you!" I reach up and rubbed the back of her calf and rubbed it lovingly.
She then got a serious look on her face again. "I used to do this before I was married. And the loser of the fight was always forced to "satisfy" the winner. It has been a long time since I had sex, and I have a need to be satisfied dear. You also now, must learn the proper way to eat a woman's pussy!" She paused as a tear ran down her cheek. "I will teach you this so that you will become popular with the young ladies." Looking back, I believe that she knew that this would be the last time we would do this.
My mother then explained the physiology and logistics of satisfying a woman orally. She was kind and patient, and when I had successfully made her have an orgasm, she asked me to get dressed and leave. I finished dressing and left the room, closing the door behind me.
We never spoke of this experience again. And we never "wrestled" again. My mother knew what I needed to have a happy and well adjusted life. My fetish for the catfight experience has been a source of great pleasure.
I have contracted with a few session wrestlers, and "wrestled" with one of my former wives. I have had MANY happy experiences and memories.
Thank you, mom!
