Candy Ass Ch1: Welcome Back
By Stone Kidman
"You ready to catch a beating, mama," Justin smiled as he circled the mature blonde. After turning eighteen he had begged his mother to come out of retirement and sponsor him in their neighborhood wrestling league; at forty four years old, Candace Buttendorf still turned heads with her ample 34 triple D cup on her 5'4" 145 pound frame.
"Only thing you're gonna catch is a lesson," the busty single mother smiled as she prepared to lock up with her son. Justin was six feet tall with dark brown hair, just like his father, but judging by the bulge in his yellow speedos he was certainly more gifted in other areas; Candace had divorced a few years ago after catching her husband with another man. Since then she's enjoyed a life of comfort and though she had quit the league to focus on her son's education, as an active participant in the PTA, she couldn't stop Justin's raging hormones after he found old videos of Candace's matches.
"You forget I used to be the champ," the blonde said as she cinched in a collar and elbow hold, feeling immediately helpless as her son effortlessly pushed her back into the ropes.
"Only because you used these to smother all your opponents," Justin laughed and let go of the hold to give her breast an underhanded slap. She had worn her old purple one piece with white trim, it was low cut because her finisher did involve using her breasts to suffocate her opponents. She called them her Candy bombs back in the day and was renowned for locking the hold on from nearly any position; Justin's brash manner with which he blatantly groped her breasts made Candace fume. They separated after her son got Candace against the ropes while they prepared to lock up again; though she had quit some time ago, the old ring in the basement was never disassembled, Justin spent over an hour tightening everything back up, dusting off the mat, before he informed his mother it was ready for their match.
"I guess mama is going to have to teach your respect," Candace said as she locked up again only to immediately eat her words after Justin grabbed her arm and spun it around. The standing armbar sent bolts of pain to her shoulder; her son added a wristlock and, due to his height, the pressure bent Candace over at the waist.
"Told ya, you're nothing without these, ma," her son chuckled and, while keeping hold of the wristlock with one hand, reached under Candace to slap her tits around some more.
"I'll show you who's nothing," the blonde roared and made a feeble swing with her free left arm; she had tried to aim for her son's package but due to where he was standing she was barely able to graze Justin's knee. The teen jumped backed briefly, calling his mother a cheating cxnt; she was about to admonish him for calling her such a foul name when he suddenly brought that same knee up. He slammed into her breasts and it felt like all the air was knocked out of her; Candace fell to her knees, gasping like a fish out of water, while Justin reared back his black wrestling boot and punted her heavy breasts.
"If that's how you want to play it, fine," Candace heard her son say with his voice thick with attitude. She was still holding her boob when Candace felt herself being lifted up by her shoulder length blonde hair before Justin grabbed onto her sore tit, after she let go to grab at his grip in her hair; Justin slid a hand between his mother's legs and lifted her up in the air, using her breast to lift Candace above his head, only to powerslam her to the mat. She was arching her back off the mat, wincing at the pain radiating down her spine, when she felt Justin's hand grasping her boob roughly while also tugging the front of her swimsuit up so the material dug into her pussy, before dropping her down across his knee.
"Oh god," Candace groaned while she was hanging over Justin's knee when she felt his fingers slide up the leg hole of her one piece and push into her freshly shaved pussy. She didn't want her wiry pubes to show after not wearing the swimsuit in so long but hadn't expected this to happen; she couldn't help but moan as her son pumped two fingers in and out of her wet gash. When Candace tried to fight back, Justin quickly removed the hand from between her thighs and pounded his fist into her soft abdomen; it had been some time since she had worked out for a match since this had been as a favor.
"Where's the champ that was going to teach me a lesson," she heard her son say; then he called her a slut. Candace couldn't believe it especially when Justin pulled down the front of half of her swimsuit so her large breast fell out; he latched his strong fingers onto the orb and fondled it before going back to finger her pussy. She was shaking, nearly on the verge; it had been so long since Candace had been with a man that the rough manner which her son was controlling her body was inadvertently driving her wild. She nearly wanted to cry when Justin suddenly stopped especially when he used the same fist that had hit her tummy to punch her in the cxnt.
"Isn't that what you were going to do to me, mother?" Justin asked in a snide tone as Candace rolled off his knee and onto the mat, clutching her sore twat. He hauled his mother up by her blonde hair and threw her into the ropes with such force she barely turned around in time to bounce off her back only to be lifted up in the air and have her crotch slammed down across her son's knee with an inverted atomic drop. Candace wanted to scream but didn't have the air as she was quickly rolled over onto her stomach as she felt her son's weight plop down on the small of her back; in the same spot where she had landed from the powerslam earlier. She had no energy to resist as Candace was bent back, her arms pulled over Justin's knees so she couldn't even use them, while her son bent the former champion in a camel clutch.
"How's it feel to be back, mom?" Justin asked, albeit rhetorically, as he gripped Candace under the chin to crank her back. She grimaced until the teen used one hand to hold his mother's chin while the other pulled down the other front of her swimsuit; the deep V cut made it easy for Candace's breasts to spill out. The heavy orbs hung under her while in the clutch and she made small yelping noises as Justin would alternate slapping her big boobs with each hand; making them swing to and fro like the balls on a Newton's Cradle.
"They're still firm but I wonder how tough they are," Justin said as he reached down, grabbed two handfuls of his mother’s full tits and squeezed as hard as he could; the breast flesh oozed between his fingers as Candace shrieked, trying to wriggle her arms free while the teen callously kneaded her orbs like dough. He eventually reared back, using his grip on Candace’s boobs like handles as he bent the forty four year old woman in half as the blonde finally freed her arms and was trying to pry Justin’s fingers from her beleaguered breasts.
He finally released the hold, practically shoving Candace face first into the mat as she gasped and rubbed her sore balloons until Justin turned around and grabbed his mom’s black lace up boots and bent her in a Boston crab. She flailed about, trying to fling her son off, while the teen sat back; squashing her triple D’s into the canvas.
“How do those tatas feel mom,” Justin chuckled when he started bouncing on Candace’s back while she bit her lip to keep from screaming. “Think those bombs have any fire power left,” he continued and half stood to twist his mother into a ninety degree angle. Her bare tits looked like deflated tires as they sunk out on both sides of the blonde’s torso, making Justin smiled cruelly as he adjusted the position so his boots stood on the exposed breast flesh.
He leaned all the way back, effectively contorting his mother into a C shape so his ass was resting on the back of his head while the teen dug his heels into Candace’s flattened melons as the milf screamed blood murder. She had been trying to crawl for the ropes and they had been just out of length when Justin noticed despite his mother’s hysterical bellowing.
“Oh, did you think I was going to give the champ a rope break,” the teen said laughing. He released Candace’s legs as she curled up on the mat, briefly breathing a sigh of relief, before Justin dragged her over to the middle rope.
“Too bad there’s no ref here to disqualify me,” Justin sneered while he pressed his knee into the back of his mother’s neck as she was choked across the rope. She gagged and attempted to hit the teen in the balls but could only swat him on his thigh.
“I can’t believe the champ is such a dirty fighter,” he continued, pulling Candace’s head down by her blonde hair while her boots kicked helplessly on the mat. He finally let go and she plopped onto all fours, ratcheting machine gun coughs, before Justin pulled down the top and middle rope; he laced them around his mother’s jugs after pressing a knee into her back so Candace’s ample chest was thrust out.
The former champ swore as the ropes dug into her breast meat before she had her face shoved into her own cleavage as the tension of the ropes practically pulled Candace up off her haunches so she was just dangling with her knee above the mat.
“If I beat the champ with her own tits does that even count as a submission,” he pondered aloud as he held the blonde in place by her hair until her flailing slowed. He decided this wasn’t how he wanted the match to end and lifted Candace’s head as she gasped for air; Justin then stepped out onto the apron before he backed up to the corner and delivered a running kick to his mother’s huge tits.
“Ahhh you mother fucker,” she swore and tried to free herself from the ropes but didn’t see Justin had turned slightly to deliver a powerful punt kick to her funbags; knocking her melons out of the entwined cables. Candace landed flat on her back, her face twisted in agony as she gingerly held her throbbing breasts, until she felt her son lifting her up by her hair; she winced when he tugged on her swimsuit, giving her a wedgie, before she tried to reach back and claw at him.
“Ah ah, mother, that’s cheating,” he said and grabbed both of Candace’s wrists, pulling them behind her back like she was being arrested and ran her chest first into the corner. She didn’t scream but instead made this breathless mewling sound as she was spun around; the second she felt her son’s fist slam into her soft abdomen it was like all the fight had been knocked out of her.
“No sleeping on the job, mom,” Justin said after his second belly punch made Candace’s legs go out. He hung her limp arms over the top rope and drove two more slugs into her flat tummy before a knee lift finished off whatever she had left. He held Candace’s head up by her sweaty blonde hair and planted a deep kiss on her, shoving his tongue into her mouth as she made meek protests until he started delivering hooks into her knockers.
“God it makes me so horny to beat up your tits, ma,” the teen whispered into Candace’s ear as each blow to her boobs made her grunt softly. “You like it too don’t you,” he hissed, nibbling on his mother’s ear as the hand that has been beating her breasts slid into the crotch of her swimsuit again to find Candace’s pussy soaking wet.
She’s always gotten turned on by wrestling but never declared this to anyone except her queer husband so Candace couldn’t help moaning when Justin pushed two fingers into her twat; he pumped his mother until she was shuddering, at the very edge of climax, before removing his hand to deliver some uppercuts to her jugs.
“Better finish me off if you want satisfaction, champ,” the teen said as he forced the digits he pleasured his mother with in her mouth to make Candace suck clean which she did despite her disgust at being nothing more than some jobber toy for her son. Justin stepped out of his Speedo’s and onto the bottom rope before waving around his thick nine and a half inch member that had been uncomfortably stretching the front of his briefs; he pushed together his mother’s bruised breasts and titty fucked the former champion’s infamous bombs as she licked and sucked on the puffy tip.
“Swallow it all slut,” he grunted and thrust his cock into Candace’s mouth as she had no choice but to swallow his creamy load. The blonde thought this would wear the teen out but he pulled her out of the corner by her hair only to throw Candace’s dead weight onto his shoulders before falling backwards; performing a Samoan drop.
This would’ve knocked out any fight she had left and was promptly rolled up in a reverse matchbook pin; she could feel her nose in her son’s ass as Justin pulled aside the crotch of her swimsuit and licked Candace to a powerful orgasm before continuing to finger her through a second. Once she finally got satisfaction, Justin performed a rather unorthodox move and readjusted so he sat on the back of his mother’s thighs and drilled his thick member into her hungry wet gash.
She wanted to scream from the shock at being penetrated by his cock but her breasts were shoved into her face again, muffling her cries, as the teen hammered his mother; ultimately blowing his second load inside her. Candace didn’t remember passing out but she was left naked in the ring, Justin presumably keeping her swimsuit as a trophy; she thought his first match went better than expected. Justin informed his mother the next day that word had spread about Candace’s return and she already had an opponent lined up for next week; a former rival who happened to be Justin’s gym teacher, a tall black goddess named Ms. Jackson.
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