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Man of the House
By Stone Kidman
I had a fan send me a link to a rather hot mother vs son prostyle match; it was done very well and didn’t feature anyone I knew so it was either one of the best amateur mixed sexfights I’ve ever seen or it really was an incest fight so I had to share my review with everyone.
It started off with a youngish looking guy with short dark hair, on a black leather couch in a white tank top and navy blue sweatpants playing video games when a heavy set older brunette woman came walking into frame; she wore a blue tshirt and pink sweatpants that bulged from thick thighs.
“What are you doing playing video games, I told you to go do your chores,” she says, acting huffy and grabbing the controller from his hand.
“I’m eighteen now mom you can’t tell me what to do anymore,” he says indignant and snatches it back; resuming his game. She grabbed it again and threw it offscreen, saying it was her house and if he wasn’t going to listen they should settle it in the ring.
“You’re on,” he said before they both walked out of frame.
The video did a fade out and came back to a full size wrestling ring, though it was only a foot off the cement floor, in what looked like a basement, with red brick walls and a curtain facing a hallway which led to the ring. The son was already in the ring, stretching; he was actually pretty buff but he looked really short. I’d say maybe 5’07” 160 pounds tops mostly because he was so ripped like a sawed off bouncer; he had on metallic blue speedos and silver lace up boots.
“And now, coming to the ring,” a voice off camera was shouting down the hall before the mother appeared through the curtain, carrying a gold title belt over her shoulder, “the undisputed champion of the house….Big Mama!”
She certainly lived up to her moniker; I was blown away by the incredibly busty woman who looked to be in her mid forties, and an amazon at 5’10” because she was much taller than her son, around 160 pounds with dark hair down to her mid-back. She had an amazing booty and came out wearing a skimpy pink one piece swimsuit that was incredibly low cut due to her massive tits which were practically hanging out the sides; my eyes were drawn to all the meat it couldn’t contain as side boob would’ve been an understatement. I dated a lot of large breasted women so I could tell these were like a 34GG, practically an H cup; as they jiggled and bounced, the tops of her wide areolas were visible, while she strut out to the ring in her white lace up boots, ever the over confident champ.
“Time to put you in your place, pipsqueak,” she said while on the floor before laying the belt down in her corner, “no shrimp bosses around The Queen of the Ring.” She was barely able to step through her ropes, trying to squeeze her giant boobs through, when the son attacked her before she was ready.
He balled his fists together, slamming them on the back of her head as she fell face first into the ring; officially starting their match. He had really clobbered her hard because she didn’t get up right away as the son stepped away to lay in some stomps to his mom’s back before pulling her up with a handful of her long dark hair. He buried his knee into her soft tummy, the mom groaned and practically bent at the waist, before the son grabbed her between the legs; showing incredible strength as he lifted her up and body slammed her with a resounding echo as she hit the mat which reverberated like thunder.
The mom arched her back a little off the mat, her face twisted in pain, while the son ran into the ropes and delivered a running kick to his mama’s giant titty; knocking it out of her swimsuit. She screamed and the impact rolled her over onto her side, as she clutched her big white boob before the son grabbed it along with a handful of her hair.
“Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!” she hollered as the son twisted her mammary while lifting his mom to her feet.
“Does the champ have a weakness, I wonder...what...it...could...be,” she said, emphasizing each word with a uppercut to her dangling orb; bouncing it high up on her chest. The older woman winced with each blow but was trying to pry her son’s hand from her hair when he ran her face first into the top turnbuckle. He did this a couple times, pausing once to give his mother another stiff uppercut to the titty, before whipping her into the corner so her giant boobs were squashed against the turnbuckle; causing her to cry out in pain. He placed her exposed melon on the top turnbuckle and slammed his mother’s head into her own tit by her hair before turning her around and flipping the large woman over his shoulder with a hairmare so her back hit the mat with a resounding boom.
“Where’s the champ at, huh,” he said, stomping his boot into his mother’s flat tummy, “where’s the woman that was going to put me in my place?” She turned to protect her stomach when her son pulled the older woman upright by her dark hair before scooping her up for what I thought would be another body slam but instead he dropped her down across his knee; holding her in place with the nasty looking backbreaker that made her breath catch in her throat as her mouth was open wide for a scream that couldn’t escape.
“How about this for doing my chores, mom,” he said with a sarcastic tone as the dude slugged his opponent in the stomach repeatedly; her head popping up slightly as her legs twitched with each punch. “Let’s check out the goods,” he said after stopping the belly punching to molest his mother’s tits. His left hand groped her lucious orbs while his right wiggled up the leg hole of her one piece and began playing with her clit.
“Oh…,” she moaned softly as the dude bent down to suck her tit before shoving the older woman off his knee. He stomped her in the back a couple of times, she continued to lie on the mat; groaning but unable to escape because her son grabbed one of her white boots. He sat down in a boston crab, the way the camera was facing I could clearly see her boobs pancaked against the mat while he bent her so much I thought he’s going to snap her spine.
“How are those balloons,” he asked, taking a few steps forward to drag her tits across the canvas while she screamed, before returning to sit on his mom’s back; all of his weight squashing her funbags as she bit her lip to keep from screaming.
“Feel like givin’ up yet and saying I’m the man of the house...champ,” he cackled before rearing back so hard he was practically sitting on her head,
“Arg, go fuck yourself shrimp,” she grunted while I could see the sweat running down her face.
“Wrong answer bitch,” he said, grabbing her hair with one hand and switching to hold both of her ankles before rolling over so his knees pressed into her back.
“Oh god…,” she grunted while being bent in a bow and arrow hold; her chest thrust up towards the overhead rows of fluorescent lights save her free titty which dangled down due to its heft. Her areola was as wide as my hand with thick nipples that the son grabbed onto after letting go of his mom’s hair; using it to hold her in place as she switched from groaning to screaming while he stretched the nip.
“What’s that, you want to submit? Sorry I’m not done my chores yet,” he said laughing as his wrist twisted the nipple until the mother’s thrashings finally caused her to fall off his knees. He calmly got up while she was on the mat, cradling her boobs, before lifting the older woman up by her hair. The son tucks his mom’s head under his armpit and grabbed the front of her swimsuit, giving her pussy a deep wedgie, to lift her up in the air and suplex her down into the center of the ring; she was spread eagle and unmoving on the mat from the stiff rumble of her body landing.
The son once more pulled his mom by her hair, she was practically dead weight, before he grabbed her nipple again; causing her to shriek and to follow him where he led her into the ropes. He softened the older woman up with a couple of knees to her stomach, her hair flying forward as she practically fell against his chest; she had no energy left and only used one hand to hold her sore her tummy. He pushed her back so the ropes were holding her up, before burying a fist into her midsection, almost knocking her out of the ring, before delivering an uppercut to her other boob; knocking them both into the open.
He pulled the top and bottom rope down around his mother’s arms, completely immobilizing her before making a fist and holding it front of her face.
“This is for always telling me what to do like I’m your slave,” he said, before burying another punch in her gut.
“And these are for always walking around with these pillows swingin’ when you know I haven’t had a date in a year,” he hissed and began laying in chops across his mother’s prodigious bust. The guy would alternate with uppercuts and hooks to her giant boobs while she would make tiny screams with each loud chop or heavy thud of a punch.
“P...please stop, I’m sorry I called you a shrimp, oh baby my tits can’t take anymore,” she sobbed.
“Oh you’re not sorry yet, in fact I think you like it,” he said and slid a hand between her legs; she gasped as her son was obviously fingering her by the way his wrist was moving. I honestly was surprised I had never seen this woman before, she reminded me of a slightly more slender version of the porn star Samantha 38G mainly due to the giant breasts but she she was actually pretty svelte; not a BBW at all. The son pulled his hand out, slick to the wrist with her juices, before shoving his fingers into her mouth and I genuinely want to believe they were either a cougar/cub couple or, judging by their dark hair, they really might be a mother and son who sexfight.
“Tell me how you taste bitch, like a loser I bet,” he laughed then used the hand that had been in her mouth to deliver another powerful uppercut to her orb; the impact helped dislodge her from the ropes as she fell to the canvas gasping like she was out of breath.
“I’m not done yet, your majesty,” he said with that snide tone as he pulled her by the hair, so she crawled on all fours, over to the side of the ring facing the camera. He pushed her chest so her boobs stuck out between the ropes before once more pulling them down and around so the cables wrapped around her giant jugs.
“How’s them titties feel now,” he hissed and reached around to squeeze her big boobs lovingly, kissing on his mother’s neck as she panted, clearly out of breath, while his hands could barely grasp the enormous melons. He used one hand to pull the mom’s head back by her long hair, kissing her deeply while he felt up her ginormous tits.
When he finally unhooked her, she was in a fog of lust with her body wracked with pain as he effortlessly picked the large woman up onto his shoulders before charging out into the center of the ring to powerslam her to the mat hard enough to shake the ring.
“We’re done when I say we’re done,” he said, getting up and stripping off his mother’s swimsuit so she was spread eagle in the ring in just her boots. He knelt down and fingered his mother while sucking on her left titty; the sounds of his suction and the soft gooshing of her pussy was all I could hear other than her occasional moan. It seemed like he was about to finish her off when the dude got up and pulled his mother over near the turnbuckles by her black hair. He hammered another couple of punches to her breadbasket which made her grunt hard enough to make me think he really knocked the air out of her; she was basically genuflecting in front of his shiny speedo and boots.
He pulled her head between his legs and bent down to lift her up onto his shoulders; the dude balanced his mom’s weight against the top turnbuckle and was clearly eating her out. She was facing the camera with her massive melons drooping slightly while the sounds of him lewdly slurping on his mother’s twat echoed in the small basement; though the ceiling was high enough so I didn’t worry she was going to bonk her head while up there. Her mouth was an O shape as he kept her up the whole time, occasionally balancing his feet so he get his tongue in deeper, until her moans reached a crescendo as she pawed the back of her son’s head as she let loose a guttural moan before he took two steps forward and powerbombed his mom down with the echo like a mortar round going off.
She had flopped over from the impact so the son nudged his unconscious mama over onto her back so the camera could conveniently see him pull his stiff prick out of his speedo; it was pretty big for a guy his size so much that I don’t know how he didn’t rip out of his briefs while wrestling. He straddled his mother’s chest and titty fucked those giant beachballs with his schlong, her sweat acting like lube, before he grunted and blew his load all over her boobs.
“Since I’m the champ I think I’ll collect my prize,” he said after catching his breath. The mother lay unmoving so he pulled her over to the edge of the ring by her boots and stepped out before sliding his mom under the bottom rope and onto his shoulders as he proceeded to head towards the curtain; carrying her off like a caveman bringing home a wife.
The video did a fade to black and I thought it was over when I saw it had another nine minutes left. It faded in to the mother and son in the shower; the quality was lower like a webcam but thankfully it was a shower with glass doors and marble tile that was big enough for three people since it had to accommodate her enormous chest. They were kissing like passionate lovers, tongues buried in each others mouths with the mom encouraging the son, who was gently kneading her breast, to squeeze it harder; lifting it high. She broke her kiss to moan as he stepped up to nibble on her neck while her hands were busy playing with his eight inch sausage which looked bigger on his short frame.
“I didn’t hurt you too much did I mom,” he asked after sucking on her boobs.
“Mmm, no sweetie, it felt great; you know I like it rough,” she purred before lowering her head to kiss him again while stroking his boner with her soapy hand. “Mama loves her monster heel, you can destroy me like that every night, it just gets me wetter.” Her dark hair was matted behind her like a waterfall as she leaned against the wall to let her son devour her breasts, leaving hickeys all over them while the older woman moaned lustilly. She had put his hand back up to squeeze her oversized boob harder when she offhandedly asked him something but was hard to hear over the shower.
“How did you make them bounce so high,” she repeated after he looked at her confused, then mimed making her own boob flop.
“It’s all in the wrist,” he chuckled and gave her tit another uppercut that bounced it up as she gave a surprised laugh. They came together to kiss once more before she turned and offered him access to her pussy; they groaned in unison as he entered her, reaching around to play with her breasts as they undulated beneath her.
“Give me all you got, champ,” she said with a little sarcasm of her own, “mommy’s pussy is yours to use; you’re man of the house after all.”
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