[chrisstevens]

WOW I must say I did find it a little sick with him having his own mother, but the story was compelling, great read

[Ginny38]

If "CrashCorrigan" (or whatever nick he's using today) sees this, please message me. I saved the story and am having "thoughts" (so far that's all it is) about how it could be continued.

IF you contact me I'd like to tell you where I see it possibly going...and to encourage YOU to pick it up and possibly write the "2-3 chapters" you had planned.

IF you don't want to do any more with it, I'd like your ideas, input, suggestions so that IN THE SMALL CHANCE I HAVE TIME TO DO IT AND STILL WANT TO, I can do justice to your vision - and for all I know, your mom!

(Not bumping this up... others had already posted before me to accomplish that)

[AkikoJ]

   I'm guessing my opinion is not the same as many of the men......

[Ginny38]

  I'm guessing my opinion is not the same as many of the men......

Well, what IS your opinion?

Positive, negative, mixed, (somewhere in between?)

Please let me (all of us know what you did/didn't like, and why). IF I decide to continue this - depending on crashcorrigan's response, I'd like to have as much reader feedback as possible.... and I'm sure "he"(?) would as well.

[catattack]

Mickey’s Mom: “Stay Away From My Son!”
By Crash Corrigan


My name’s Mickey McGee, and it has to be said that I have a sexy mom.  Growing up, my mom was the one all my friends dreamed about before they woke up in the morning with cardboard shorts.  Sometimes they yapped about it with me and I had to set a few of them straight, you know what I mean?

I can hardly blame the little pervs, the way my mom dressed.  Most of the time she walked around in high heels and even higher miniskirts, showing off her big, curvy legs to the oohs and aahs of hormone-charged teens.  I needed to carry a spit-cup to keep the floor dry from all their drool. 

My mom went through men like tissue paper and she always traded up.  By the time I was in high school we lived in a mini-mansion out in Winetka, Illinois, and summer pool parties always attracted a crowd of young guys wanting to ogle my mom.  She was in her 30s then and wasn’t shy about wearing tiny bikinis to show off her thickish, curvy body.  She was dark-haired and lovely, with a face like Elizabeth Taylor and big C-cup boobs that seemed to almost jump out of her tops.

Oh, the teenage girls got pissed when their boyfriends stared holes in my mom, and some of them got in her face about the way she dressed and teased.  I remember a party where my mom and a blond sophomore cheerleader got into a shouting match and there they were, face to face, pushing against each other with their sleek, sweaty bodies.  I was getting a hard-on thinking about them fighting, and it almost happened until the girl’s jagoff boyfriend pulled her away and they left.  I never spoke to the bastard after that.

Well, by and by I joined the Marines and I was away for years, finally getting discharged when I was 24.  While I was away, my mom traded up again and married this plastic surgeon in Miami, divorced his sorry ass after a couple years, and kept the house plus had her bank account well cushioned in the settlement.  She wrote me, saying, “Now I can do what I really want.  I don’t have to depend on men anymore.”  I was happy for my mom.  She was 46 now and I was glad she wouldn’t have to work it anymore.

She invited me to her waterfront mansion in Miami after I was discharged.  Having no place else to go, I figured I’d stay with her awhile until I got on my feet and found a place of my own.

I wasn’t prepared for the mansion.  This place was unreal, I mean huge, with a dock, a cabin cruiser, a horizon pool overlooking the bay, and a five-car garage.  Mom met me at the door wearing a bikini and high heels.  There she was, all 5 feet, 8 inches of her, running a solid 145 pounds of curves and more curves.  She had a light tan and surprisingly few wrinkles.

“Mom, you look great!” I said. 

She smiled and hugged me tight and I was very aware of her body pressed against mine.  She gave me a light kiss on the lips – hers were slightly wet – and said, “Come on in!”

She gave me the tour – a wide living room with ceilings 25 feet high, big marble bathrooms, six enormous bedrooms, with mine right next to hers.  I imagined how awkward that might be when I brought a girl back home, but I let it go for now.  Then she took me to the garage and posed like a sexy car show model next to a beautiful Mercedes convertible.

She patted the sleek metal and said, “This used to be Larry’s.  I got it in the settlement.”  She grinned.  “The keys are in the ignition.  It’s yours.”

My jaw dropped.  My eyes bugged out.  I became a living Tex Avery cartoon.  “You’re kidding me!”  I said.

“No, really.”

I ran up and hugged her.  I swear, we hugged so hard we might as well have been wrestling each other and going for a full body pin.  And then something embarrassing happened.  I started to get hard.  Feeling her crotch pressed up against mine, things got a little out of control and I began getting an erection.  I felt like slime for having a stiff dick up against my mom’s body and I wanted to get away, but she stayed right up against me, her big boobs pressing into my chest, her soft thighs and belly up against mine.  She even seemed to move into my hard-on a little bit.  I thought I heard her sigh before she finally let me go, stared into my eyes, ran her fingers through my hair, and kissed me on the lips again, hanging on a smidge longer than might be appropriate.

“You’ve grown into such a tall, handsome young man,” she said.  “I’m so proud of you.”

I had to catch my breath.  “Thanks, mom.”

She smiled.  “Well, we should go for a ride, shouldn’t we?  I’ll show you all the sights.”

“Sounds great, mom.”

We got in the car and no one said anything about what just happened.  That was fine by me.  I just let mom give me directions as we went all over Miami, but from time to time I looked at her bare thighs, or she brushed her hand against my cheek, and it all happened again.  And Jesus, it was hot in Miami.  And muggy.  I felt sweat all over me.

I settled in over the next few weeks.  There was seldom anyone at the house but us, and mom walked around in next to nothing, because of the heat, she said.  We’d lay around the pool and I’d look at her as she sunned herself, one leg lifted to reveal her inner thigh, which always tends to lead your eye towards the pearly gates, as I liked to call it.  One time we went into the pool and horsed around a little bit, and next thing I knew we were wrestling along the side and her right leg went between mine, and it seemed she was grinding her thigh against my dick, which became instantly hard.  We looked each other in the eyes and she giggled before pulling away.  I felt like a fly being tested by a spider.

The next day she came into my room while I was on the computer and asked me to snap her bra.  I turned around and there she was in some hot lingerie – a lacy push-up bra hanging a little loose so I could see the top of her saucers – lavender thong panties, garters, and black nylon stockings leading to black high heels.  I was stunned by her beauty and terribly uncomfortable at the same time.  I suppose I gaped as I stared at her big, surprisingly firm boobs, and glancing at her panties I noticed they were semi-sheer, allowing me to see the shadow of her well-groomed landing strip.

She sighed.  “Come on, you’ve seen women in underwear before.”

I nodded.  “Just not you.”

She turned around, showing her bare back and the full extent of her round, meaty ass.  Her cheeks were slightly dimpled and there were a few rolls at the top of her thighs, but considering her weight and age she was remarkably smooth.  She had always been thick but solid.

“What are you waiting for, an invitation from the Pope?”

I recovered my wits and reached up to snap her bra, drawing my fingers slowly across her back.  I liked the feel of her soft smooth skin.  Once I had the bra snapped I noticed that her nylons had seams, and the seam on her left leg was crooked.

“Do you want me to straighten this seam for you?” I asked.

“Sure.”  She sounded pleased.

I reached down and learned that straightening the seam wasn’t so easy.  I had to pull at the top of her stocking, and tug this way and that, running my fingers across her upper thigh, amazingly close to her crotch.  I heard her suck in a breath and I started getting hard, and being sneaky, I rubbed at her inner thigh a bit.  I felt her flesh shudder a couple times and I swear I was so hard I thought I’d cum.

Every now and then we have to look at things, and try to see them as they are.  I don’t like to bullshit myself, so I had to face the fact that I wanted to fuck my mom.  She was beautiful and alluring and she clearly wanted to fuck me, too.  So that was the reality, and no amount of make-believe bullshit could change that.  But as I felt her trembling flesh I realized that I just wasn’t ready for it.  I knew that if I kept rubbing her thigh we were probably two minutes away from jumping each other, and I nearly came at the thought, but amazingly, I pulled away.

“There,” I said to her.  “That seam’s nice and straight now.”

She waited a couple moments before she spoke.  Her breathing was a little ragged.  She turned and gazed at me with both triumph and sadness.  “Thanks, honey,” she said, cupping my cheek in her hand and bending down to kiss me on the lips.  Her kiss was soft and sweet and lingering, and I was afraid she was going to stick her tongue in my mouth, and if she did I knew I’d have no resistance left.  But she pulled away, although she remained leaning over me, and I looked down at her breasts hanging fully revealed because her loose bra drooped, displaying her beautiful nipples.

She finally stood up, and looking into her eyes I knew she knew she had me.  She could take me if she wanted to, but maybe something was holding her back as well, some last little voice in her mind saying this was wrong, and couldn’t be.  But as she left the room there was a slight exaggeration in the swing of her hips, a seemingly conscious tightening of her ass cheeks as she walked.

When she was finally gone I decided that today was the day I had to find a girlfriend before all was lost.  That night I went to a club on Miami Beach.

I guess I must be a pretty handsome guy, because after going through several girls, I found Sandy.

She was standing in a corner of the beachside club, an athletic girl about five-foot-five, maybe 115 pounds, in a tight red minidress that clung to her firm thighs.  She had blonde wavy hair down to her shoulders, blue eyes in a pretty, girlish face, and what appeared to be C-cups with nipple bumps in the firm fabric of her dress.  The dress was so tight that I could see the outline of muscles in her taut belly.

After a short conversation we danced fast songs and slow ones.  She was happy to grind on the slow numbers, and the pressure of her pussy against my dick almost released the pent-up sexual energy that had been seeking release since I’d rubbed my mom’s thigh earlier that day. 

We found a table and talked over drinks.

“How old are you?” I asked.

“I’m 18,” she said.

“How did you get in the club if you’re only 18?”

She smiled.  “Fake ID.  Plus one of my girlfriends keeps the doorman happy, if you know what I mean.”

I grinned.  “I think I get the idea.  Are you in college?”

“Nah, senior in high school.”

“High school?  Are you kidding me?”

“No way.  There’s a bunch of us in this club.  This is one of the only clubs in town where we can get in and party.”  She paused.  “And fuck older guys.  I can get another girl if you want.  I kinda like threesomes, even foursomes.”

She gave me a seductive look that sent a jolt through my chest.  I chuckled and said, “I think one girl is enough for me to handle right now.”

She giggled.  “Okay.  Maybe some other time?”

“I’d call that a certainty.”

She smiled, and I felt her leg massaging mine under the table.  “I’m ready to leave if you are.”

“Your place or mine?”

She giggled again.  “Now you’re the one who’s kidding.  My parents, you know?  Your place.”

“Okay, let’s go.”

She gasped when she saw my Mercedes, and the way she gazed up at me with her bright, shining eyes, I imagined her counting every penny in my bank account.  What a surprise she’d have if I told her the truth, but I wasn’t going to tell her anything.  She was smoking hot and I needed a release.  I might never see her after tonight, but all I cared about was getting mom off my mind.

We drove to the mansion under a full moon on that silky night.  The city lights colored the waters of the bay.

“Have you ever had any cheerleader fantasies?” Sandy asked.

“Why, are you a cheerleader?”

“Yeah.  I could bring my uniform over sometime.  I know lotsa guys wanna bang cheerleaders.”

I laughed.  “Count me in.”

We pulled up to the mansion and Sandy said, “No fuckin’ way! You can’t live here.”

“It’s not my place, it’s my mom’s.”

“So you’ll inherit this house someday?”

I grinned.  “Maybe, but not for a long time.”

It was past midnight and I worried about waking mom.  All the lights were off.  Sandy wanted to see the pool and she squealed in delight when she saw it.  “Holy shit, this place is awesome.  I could stay here forever.”  She walked up to me and held me tight, planting a hard kiss on my lips.  “Let’s fuck and then go for a swim.”

I took her up to my room and turned on the lights.  She gaped at the size of it, and the high-dollar furnishings.  She slipped out of her dress and I was amazed by her firm, perfect body.  She spun around so I could see her amazing ass, then took off her bra to reveal her big, glorious tits, her perfect saucers and nipples, before peeling off her panties to reveal a pretty, shaved pussy.  She stood up with her hands on her hips and smiled impishly.  “So what do you think?”

My mouth was almost dry from lust.  “I think you have the most beautiful body I’ve ever seen.”

She smiled and walked over to me, undoing the buttons of my shirt.  “Thank you.  Now, it’s time for me to see yours.”

Sandy got all my clothes off and said, “Oh, you’re beautiful.  I love your pecs and your abs.”

We started making love.  Sandy assured me she took birth control pills and I didn’t need to use a condom.  I used one anyway. 

Looking at her body drove me crazy.  She was a gym rat cheerleader and her skin was drum-tight.  Her thighs were smooth and strong and her calves flared like a dancer’s.  I licked her feet and she giggled, not expecting that, then moved up to massage and suck on her tits.  We did some deep tongue kissing and my whole body was tingling with desire, my dick as hard as I could ever remember.  I finally moved down to her pussy, and she smelled musky but clean, and that turned me on like crazy as I started licking the hard knob of her clit.  She was a loud moaner, and I worried that the noise would wake up mom in the next room, but then I thought, fuck it, she needs to know the score.  Let her hear it!

Sandy couldn’t take it anymore and pulled my dick inside of her.  We hit our rhythm fast and furious and she was wailing like no girl I’d ever fucked before, and when she came she came with a series of shrieks that could’ve woke the dead.  I came at almost the same moment, groaning deep as I felt the pressure building to its wild, tingly release.

And then, from the hall, I heard, “Mickey, what’s going on?  Are you killing someone in there?”

I was about to say something when I heard a knock followed immediately by my door opening.  Sandy shrieked and dived under the covers.  I tried to pull the sheet over myself but wasn’t fast enough to avoid having my mom see me naked for a second.

She stood in the doorway wearing the same bra and panties as earlier, and a sheer, filmy nightgown.  She took in the scene rapidly and narrowed her eyes at Sandy.

“What’s going on in here?” she asked.

I finished sliding under the sheet.  Somehow, having my mom catch us in the act made my dick hard again and I tented the sheet.  She looked at it and the embarrassment of that made the tent even taller.

“Mom,” I said.  “This is Sandy.”

Sandy peeked above the sheets, raised a hand to wiggle her fingers and said, “Hi-iiii.”

“I see.  Did you just meet her tonight?”

“Yes,” I said.

Mom looked enraged, and though she maintained a degree of calm, her voice was thick when she said, “That was some fast work.”

Sandy must have felt insulted, because her eyes narrowed at my mom.  “Well, maybe we should go for a swim now,” she said, nudging me.

“Swim in the morning, dear,” mom snapped.  “All that splashing around will keep me awake.  ALL that splashing,” she added, glaring at us.  “Good-night.”

Mom slammed the door after her and Sandy said, “Whew, she’s pissed!”

“Yep.”

Sandy reached under the covers and grabbed my dick, causing me to inhale breath with a hiss.

“Doesn’t she realize sonny is a big boy now, or do you have to get mommy’s permission before you fuck someone?”

“Well, it’s her house, her rules.”

Sandy shrugged out of the covers and got on top of me, straddling my belly and pinning my arms to the bed.  She leaned over me, her soft blond hair falling into my face and tickling my cheeks.  “Well,” she said, “we’ll just have to break those rules.”

With that, she grabbed my dick, the same condom still on and straining to hold me in, and pulled me inside of her again.  Her pussy was warm and strong and a perfect fit.

She smiled as she began to ride me, and said, “Your mom is hot.  Do you think she’s hotter than me?”

I was stunned.  “That’s one helluva question.”

“But who’s hotter, me or her?”

I had to think about it.  “You’re the hottest of the hot,” I said.  It sounded unconvincing.

She rode me harder, and said, “I’m gonna show her.  I’m gonna show that old hag.”

I didn’t know what she meant by that, but I didn’t care.  She was beginning to squeal again, and I asked her to keep it down a bit, but she wouldn’t, and before long I lost all perspective as I built to another orgasm.

The next morning I drove Sandy home so she could grab a blue bikini, then we went back to mom’s and sat by the pool.  Sandy wore high heels to show off her beautiful legs.  Mom came out after a few minutes in one of her sexiest orange bikinis, and high heels, too.  I was surrounded by hot womanflesh, with acres of cleavage and thigh on display.  Mom walked over to the table and asked, “Would you kids like some wine?”

I looked over at Sandy and she nodded.  “Sure, mom, thanks,” I said.

Mom walked off, swaying her hips, while Sandy stared at her intently.  Mom came back with two glasses of red wine, handed one to Sandy, then bent low to serve mine, her boobs almost filling my face as they swelled in her bikini top.  Sandy looked at her, thin-lipped and pissed, but said nothing, except, “Thanks for the wine, it’s really good.”

“You’re welcome, dear,” mom said, with a slight sneer, before seating herself in a deck lounger. She looked at me, then raised her leg to show off her inner thigh.  Sandy’s jaw tightened when she saw that.

“Let’s go for a swim,” I said.

“Sure.”

The next day Sandy wanted another pool session.  When I picked her up at her parent’s house, she was wearing Daisy Dukes and a yellow belly shirt.  “I’ve got a surprise for you under this,” she said.

“What is it?”

She gave me a conspiratorial smile. “I’m not telling.”

“Oh, c’mon, what is it?”

“I’m not telling!” she insisted, still smiling.  “You’ll just have to wait.”

I was going nuts wondering about the surprise as we drove back to mom’s on a blazing hot afternoon.  Sandy made me go out to the pool and wait while she changed.  Mom was already there in a striking red bikini.

“Where’s your little bimbo?” she asked, sipping at a Mai-Tai.

“Her name is Sandy, mom, and she’ll be out here in a . . .”

“Surprise!” Sandy trilled.

I looked over to the door and there was Sandy in the skimpiest flesh-colored thong I’d ever seen.  It was almost like looking at a naked woman in five-inch stripper heels.  She was so glorious it took my breath away.  Every wonderful curve, from her shoulders to her tits, where her nipples were covered by the tiniest possible bits of material, through her flat, muscular belly to her generous hips, curvy firm thighs and calves, well-defined ankles and pretty feet, were displayed as well as they could be displayed while still claiming that she had clothing.  She turned around to show off her round firm ass and gazed first at my mom instead of me, before throwing her head back and laughing derisively.  There was just one thin strip of material between her butt cheeks that made her technically not naked and I can honestly say it’s impossible for an ass to be better than Sandy’s.  Jesus God was it wonderful.  When she turned around to face me I concentrated on the narrow band of “swimsuit” that barely hid her pussy, saw the swelling of her mound on each side, and I began to sweat.

She stared straight at me for a moment, and there was tremendous heat in her gaze.  Then she gave mom a smug look, like a queen gazing at some contemptible insect.  The way Sandy held her body as she looked at mom, the way her shoulders moved and muscles played in her belly, seemed aggressive and calculated to intimidate.

I looked at mom.  She was grinding a straw between her teeth, but still had one leg raised, showing me her inner thigh, but compared to Sandy’s smooth perfection she looked looser than before, not fat but at least chubby, and her skin was much less smooth.  But still, her lines and curves were those of a sensational mature woman, and as she stared angrily at Sandy, I imagined having them both naked in my bed, and that gave me a crazy jolt of desire.

Mom got up and walked over to Sandy, and seeing them side by side in high heels made my head spin.  Mom said, “That’s quite an outfit, dearie.”

Sandy was snippy as she replied, “Thanks . . . ma’am.”

Mom looked at me and said, “I’m going to go shopping.  Be back in a bit.”

“Okay.”

As mom walked off, Sandy said, “Have fun shopping.  I hope you find something that . . . suits you.”

Mom said nothing.

I felt the tension in the air as mom went into the house.  Sandy came over and sat on my lap facing me.  The warm pressure of her smooth thighs against mine was immensely pleasurable.

“What’s going on between you two?” I asked.

“War,” she said, grinning.

“War?”

“Yes,” she said, running her fingers through my hair, her lips oh so close to mine.  “And you are the great big oilfield we’re fighting over.”

I chuckled.  “You’ve already captured my drilling platform.”

She laughed.  “Just make sure SHE never touches it.”

Sandy leaned forward and we kissed passionately.  I looked over her shoulder and saw mom staring at us through the window, her face red with fury, before she walked off.

Mom came home a couple hours later.  Sandy and I were still on the terrace, though by now we’d pulled into the shade to escape the late afternoon sun.  We were babbling about nothing in particular when mom came out on the terrace – in a flesh-colored thong.

“Oh my God,” said Sandy with a look of disgust.  “I can’t believe she actually did it.”

But there mom was, in her own pair of 5-inch stripper heels, sashaying like some oversexed high school girl showing off.  In a comically girlish voice, she said, “Hey everybody, I’m Sandy, the stupid cheerleader slut.  I’ll fuck you on the first date, because that’s the kind of whore I am.”

“Fuck off, bitch,” said Sandy.

Mom stopped and glared at Sandy.  I felt the heat rising between them and I couldn’t stop looking at mom.  She was paralyzingly sexy in her thong.  She may not have had the smooth, perfect lines of Sandy, but by comparison, she was a girl and a half in every direction, from her fleshy shoulders and arms, her boobs almost popping out of the tiny nipple-covers that served as a top, her belly with a soft, small pooch, the postage stamp fabric that barely covered her pussy -- so poorly, in fact, that the edge hairs of her landing strip curled out -- down to her big curvy thighs and calves and thickish ankles and feet.  Mom turned around to show off her meaty, dimpled ass that curved like a pair of balloons, and I have to admit that, in its own way, her ass was as hot as Sandy’s, and I loved the rear view of her thighs and calves.  At the end, mom looked at Sandy, threw back her head, and laughed derisively just as Sandy had.

Sandy was doing a slow burn next to me as mom walked up and bent down, pushing her boobs together so they swelled right next to my face.  I was so turned on that the whole world became a fog before my eyes.  I barely heard mom as she asked, “Would you like something to drink, Mickey?” but I felt the warm pressure of her left breast against my lips.

“That’s enough, you crazy pervert bitch!” screamed Sandy.  She stood up and yelled, “What the fuck is wrong with you, coming onto your own son like that, you fucking freak!  Sick cxnts like you oughta be in jail!”

Mom got in Sandy’s face, looking down at her from her 3-inch advantage in height.  “Who the fuck do you think you are, you little slut?  How dare you speak to me that way!”

Sandy pushed into mom until their boobs jammed together and ballooned outward.  It seemed that mom’s boobs compressed more than Sandy’s.

“You don’t scare me,” Sandy told her.  “And any woman who wants to fuck her own son and flaunt it in front of his girlfriend is one sick bitch.  I oughta call the cops on you right now.”

“Listen, you little high school whore,” mom snapped.  “I’ve dealt with your kind before.  You talk big, but at the end of the fight you cry even bigger when I beat your ass.”

I listened with rapt attention.  I never knew my mom had fought high school girls before.  I knew she’d fought women, even though I’d never witnessed her in a fight, but every now and then she’d come home from a club with her current man, her hair tangled, face scratched and clothes torn.  She’d see me and say, “You oughta see the other bitch,” and then I’d go to my room and jerk off over the thought of mom fighting with women I knew.  Now I knew I’d fantasize about her fighting girls I’d known at school.

Sandy backed away from mom a little bit and they began to circle each other.  I looked down at their legs as they walked, the comparison between my mom’s bigger calves and ankles vs. Sandy’s slimmer, more defined calves, ankles and feet.  Then I let my gaze travel upward to their thighs; again, mom’s were bigger, but Sandy’s had smoother skin and a more visible play of muscle.  Their pussies almost touched, their bellies seemed about to collide, and mom was again thicker through the belly and chest, and finally their faces, their eyes blazing hatred at each other as they continued to circle like wild animals preparing for a fight to the death. 

“If you wanna fight a high school girl, here I am,” said Sandy.  “But I’ll be the girl that beats you down, cxnt!  I will fucking ruin you!”

Mom stopped circling and Sandy did likewise.  Mom looked around the terrace, which was white concrete, and said, “I won’t fight you on the terrace.  Let’s go over to the grass near the dock.”

Sandy nodded her agreement.  I watched them walk there, admiring the side-by-side sway of their asses and hips.  Sandy was the first to remove her stripper heels and mom followed suit.  Then Sandy said, “I won’t let you choke me with this,” before removing first her thong top and then bottoms.

With Sandy nude before her, mom accepted the challenge and removed her thong.  I gasped at the sheer beauty and sex appeal of these naked women.  Again, mom was heavier and curvier, her breasts looked more substantial and nearly as firm as Sandy’s, but the younger girl showed no intimidation towards the bigger, older woman.  Instead, she stepped towards mom, her nipples erect, and mom stepped towards her with equally erect nipples until their bodies met in a crush of womanflesh.  Bare boob met bare boob, nipple pressed against nipple, and they seemed to be grinding the nipples together in some unstated yet understood contest for superiority.  As they engaged in this grinding boob battle, I watched their breasts compress and expand as each move caused their titflesh to distort in sexy ways.  Soon they were covered with a slick film of sweat as their bellies, pussies and thighs met and joined the battle.

“You’ll never be good enough for my son, you redneck trailer trash bitch!” Mom snarled.

“You’ll never fuck your son while I’m still breathing, you disgusting sick hag!” Sandy growled.

Using her weight and strength, mom pushed Sandy back a step.  “Who the fuck do you think you are?  You’re just a gold digging dime a dozen tramp, and before this is over, they’ll drag away what’s left of you in an ambulance.”

Sandy laughed.  “You delusional sick bitch.”

And so it started, out there under the tall palms, on the narrow lawn near the dock, when Sandy threw the first punch, a right that landed on  mom’s jaw with a smack and buckled her for a second.  Sandy threw a left hook into mom’s gut that doubled her over.  Mom had to lower her right hand to the grass to stay upright.  Sandy grabbed mom’s hair with both hands and yanked her forward, toppling mom face first into the grass.

“Think you’re so big and tough, huh, bitch?” Sandy shrieked.  “I’m gonna make you cry, you fucking whore!”

With that, Sandy kicked mom in the ribs again and again.  Mom was grunting and moaning, desperately trying to regain her feet, but every time she gained purchase, Sandy yanked her hair and toppled her again.  Mom reached out and grabbed Sandy’s right ankle, almost upending the cheerleader, but Sandy roared, kept her balance, and then yanked mom’s head up by the hair with one hand, while throwing a series of hard, rapid punches into mom’s face with the other.  Smack, smack, smack! they landed.  Smack, smack smack!

Mom desperately tried to cover her face as she squealed and moaned in terror and shouted, “Oh my God!  You’re hurting me!”

Sandy grinned savagely.  “I’m just starting, bitch!  I’m gonna ruin you!  I’ll fucking ruin you, you cxnt!”

I was mesmerized, paralyzed, watching my mom be completely dominated by the smaller girl.  Sandy was like some demon goddess of power as she stood there, muscles taut, throwing punch after punch into my mom’s face.  She had mom’s head so high by the hair that even mom’s chest was off the ground, her big boobs swaying and jiggling just above the grass.  Mom’s face was twisted in agony, and little trickles of blood seeped from her scalp.  Red marks covered her face, but I noticed that she seemed to be partly blocking the punches.  And Sandy, for her part, wasn’t throwing as many shots, or as fast.  She seemed to be gasping a bit as she tried to aim her punches.

I flashed on that scene in Winnetka by the pool, when mom and the sophomore cheerleader had nearly fought.  That cheerleader had been more mom’s size, and I pictured how it would have been with them fighting in front of all the kids, the whole crowd shouting encouragement.  But now it was just Sandy, mom and me, yet even as I thought this, an enormous cruise liner steamed by like a mobile skyscraper, some 40 yards out.  I wondered if anyone on deck was watching this fight through binoculars, and for some reason that added fuel to my growing erection.

Mom grabbed Sandy’s left hand and churned forward with a massive effort from both legs.  Sandy, surprised, fell back as mom’s head struck her belly.  For a moment, she sought to maintain her position, but as mom surged forward she fell flat on her back.  Mom, seizing her chance, rumbled ahead and tried to straddle her, but Sandy kicked and fought like crazy, so that mom had to settle with a full-body press.

The two women locked legs and grabbed each other’s hair as they struggled face to face, boob to boob and cxnt to cxnt.  Mom maintained the top position, pressing her weight onto Sandy.  The cheerleader struggled to throw her off and finally rolled her over, gaining the top position.  She tried to sit up and straddle, but mom held her close, no matter how much Sandy tried to escape.

Sweat poured off their bodies as they struggled intensely in the withering heat and humidity.  Both women were gasping as they ground their bodies together, their thighs and calves squeezing as if to crush the life out of the other woman.  The contrast between mom’s big thighs and calves and the sleekly muscled, athletic legs of Sandy made it seem odd that Sandy was on top, somehow the stronger in spite of mom’s weight advantage.  And Sandy was still unmarked, while mom’s face had red lumps from Sandy’s punches.  But despite it all, mom was looking calm, and once again she gained the top position.

“I’m gonna finish you, bitch,” mom grumbled.

Sandy whimpered as she tried to get mom off of her.  Her heels dug into the lawn, making groves as she tried to power her way from under mom, but she couldn’t seem to shake the bigger woman this time, and as their bodies slid on slick films of sweat, as mom’s boobs crushed down on Sandy’s, and their bellies ground together, Sandy visibly weakened.  Mom seemed content as Sandy exerted herself, using only enough energy to maintain her position.  Sandy was pouring out energy fighting against mom’s weight, while mom allowed her weight to do most of the fighting for her.

At last Sandy let go of mom’s hair and threw weak, ineffective punches into mom’s face.  As if waiting for this, mom growled and moved up, sitting on Sandy’s chest, gaining the straddle.  Sandy’s eyes showed panic, and she sought to keep her arms free as mom moved up and pinned her elbows below her knees.  At last mom pinned Sandy’s wrists to the ground and grinned down at the gasping cheerleader.

“Isn’t this interesting?” Mom said.  “Just when you thought you had me.”

“Get off of me, you stupid bitch!” Sandy growled.

Mom laughed.  “Or what, you’ll ruin me?”

“I will fuck your ass up!” Sandy yelled.

“I don’t think so,” mom said.  “It’s my turn to fuck you up.”

Mom strengthened her position, sitting on Sandy’s tits and crushing them with her big round ass.  She cradled Sandy’s face between her thick, curvy thighs, waited a moment as Sandy tried, first, to buck her off, and then tried to raise her legs to catch mom below the chin with her ankles.  Mom leaned forward and allowed Sandy to keep trying, to continue tiring herself out.  When Sandy’s struggles grew weaker, mom raised her right fist and brought it down on Sandy’s unprotected face.  Sandy tried to roll with the punch, but it landed with a loud THUD! and the cheerleader squealed.

“Now I’m gonna show you the difference between a grown woman and a little girl,” mom said.  “Ready, bitch?  Here it comes!”

Mom loosed three more rights – thud, thud, thud!  Sandy looked woozy and helpless as mom leaned over her, her gorgeous tits almost close enough for Sandy to lick.  More punches, thud thud thud!  Sandy’s fingers tightened in the grass, ripping it up, helpless to do anything else.

Mom, seeing her opponent weaken, sat up a little higher, and now threw punches with both hands.  Left, right, left, thud thud thud!  Sandy’s nose began bleeding and she had lumps on both cheeks.

“Get offa me!” Sandy screamed.  “Get offa me!”

Mom paid no attention.  She punched Sandy in the mouth and the girl’s lips began to swell and bleed.  Another landed on Sandy’s eyebrow, which puffed up.  Left, right, left – thud thud thud!

I came closer to the two women, smelling their sweat and their musk, as if they were both sexually stimulated by the battle.

“Mom,” I said.  “I think she’s had enough.”

“Not until she says so,” mom told me.  Left, right, left – thud, thud thud!

“Okay, okay,” Sandy mumbled through puffy lips.  “I give up.  Let me go.”

Mom sighed and sat upright.  Her dark hair was wet and tangled, her face still beautiful despite the lumps from Sandy’s punches. Her chest heaved, swelling her boobs, and her skin glistened with sunlit sweat.  I was wildly turned on looking at her, and as if sensing my thought, she looked at me, slitted her eyes, and licked her lips.  I thought I’d explode.

Mom looked down at Sandy.  The girl’s face was a mess, much worse than mom’s.  Both Sandy’s eyes were swollen, and her face was covered with lumps and angry purple-blue knuckle marks.  She was barely conscious.

Grinning, mom moved up and sat on Sandy’s face.

“Eat me!” mom ordered.  “Eat me, you little bitch, or I won’t let you up!”

Sandy’s eyes widened and she tried to speak, but all I heard was, “Mmmfff, errrr, errummmphhhhh!”

“Eat me,” mom ordered, “or I’ll fuck your ass up!”

Mom’s growing smile indicated that Sandy was following orders.  I listened as mom began to moan in pleasure, which made my dick almost painfully hard.  I was breathing in rhythm with mom as she built to a climax, and sperm jetted from my penis as mom orgasmed.

I saw mom looking at the stain on my swimsuit, then up at my face.  Her look was full of smoky carnality.

She rose from the limp cheerleader and said, “Mickey, take the trash out.”

I nodded, and watched as she strode naked across the lawn, gathering her thong, before she went towards the house.  She paused a moment at the door and gave me a long, knowing look before she went inside.  My heart raced.

It took 15 minutes before Sandy recovered enough to get her things and get in the car, which gave me time to clean the cum off my dick.  As we drove back to her house she put her feet up on the dash and said, “I can’t believe it.  I had that bitch until I made one mistake.  Just one mistake.  I was beating her ass like it deserves to get beaten.”

I wondered what to say.  “Well, life’s like that sometimes.”

She didn’t seem to notice how lame the remark was.  She just sighed and said, “Yeah.  Maybe next time.”

“What?”

“This ain’t over, Mickey.  I never got beat like that before.  This ain’t over.”

I thought she was crazy to think of fighting my mom again.  We pulled up in front of her house, and as she left the car she laid a hand on my arm and said, “You’re better than this, Mickey.  You deserve better than what that evil bitch will do to you.”

I was again at a loss for words, and finally said, “I’m a big boy.  I can take care of myself.”

She gave me a sad smile.  “Maybe.”

As I pulled away, I heard her calling, “Don’t forget me, Mickey.  Don’t forget.”

There wasn’t much chance of that, not after the fight she had with my mom. 

I felt tension mounting as I drove back to the house.  Walking inside ratcheted the tension higher.  My mom was nowhere to be seen on the lower floor, but I smelled her, a mix of her sweat and perfume.  I followed her scent up the stairs and paused a moment outside my room.  Gathering my courage, I opened the door.

Mom was waiting for me on my bed.  She was nude, her legs slightly spread, drawing my attention directly to the pearly gates.  I felt tingling sweat on my neck.

“About time you showed up,” she said, sipping a martini.  She smiled, laid down the glass, and opened her arms.  “To the victor belong the spoils.”

I walked towards her, as if drawn by her will, as if I had no will of my own.  She rose from the bed, awesome in her beauty, and walked towards me.

“Let’s take your things off,” she said, pulling my shirt over my head the way she had done when I was a little boy and couldn’t dress or undress myself.  But this time she drank in the view of my chest, and ran her hand over my skin.  Her touch was like an electric shock.  “So beautiful,” she said.

I smiled, and helped her with my pants and underwear, until I stood naked before her, fully erect.  She ran her hand over my penis and her touch ignited pleasure within me.  She drew me into her arms, pressing her body fully into mine as she kissed me hard, shoving her tongue into my mouth.  I was so excited I could barely think.  In fact, I could not think.  I was her animal, her pet, and all I knew is that she gave me pleasure.

Mom ground her pussy against my dick and I must have been hard enough to leave an impression in her skin.  She dragged me over to the bed, grunting as she pushed me down on the mattress and laid herself fully upon me.

Things happened quickly after that.  Mom almost ate me alive.  She was a sexual firestorm.  When she took me inside her I was so overwhelmed with pleasure that I nearly lost consciousness, and I came within seconds.  But she knew how to bring me along just right so that I built another erection and stayed on the cusp of orgasm.  Our rhythms matched in a natural way and we made love for over two hours, and I gloried in the chance to eat her pussy, to have the smell of her filling my nose as she moaned in ecstasy. 

When we finished, she said, “You liked watching that fight, didn’t you?”

“Oh yeah.”

She smiled and looked into my eyes.  I smelled her breath coming hot and sticky against my cheeks.  “So, does it turn you on to see women fight and wrestle?”

“Ever since I was a little kid.”

She gazed at me with her beautiful blue eyes and smiled again.  “Then you’re in luck, because I love to wrestle and even fight every now and then.”  She tickled my chin.  “Would you like to watch me wrestle naked against women and girls, even cheerleaders?”  She giggled at the last.

“You know I would.”

She nodded, then straddled me, her big boobs hanging down in my face as she pinned my arms to the mattress.  She looked like a conquering tigress as she said, “Just remember one thing.  No matter who I wrestle or fight, they mean nothing to you.  You belong to me and only to me.  Understand?”

My breath came fast and hot, and I said, “Yes, mother.” 


     
 

 




   

[catattack]

Maybe make another fight between micky`s mom and sandy`s mom

[martyg1955]

Very hot and erotic. 

[M_H]

    This is a great story!