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Old 16-Aug-21, 00:42
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A quick one-shot I rustled up after a picture posted by @[Only Registered Users Can See LinksClick Here To Register] inspired me. It's also inspired by the forum thread "High School Wrestling Profiles" started and largely contributed to by the user 'when'.

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Timothy or T.J. as he liked to be called was 18 years old. School was out for the summer and he had just graduated High School.

T.J. had been a High School Wrestler since he was a Freshman. Sporty and energetic by nature, it soon turned out he was actually pretty good at it. He immediately impressed the coach at tryouts and made the school team. Under the tutelage of his coach he developed a deeper knowledge of freestyle wrestling. He honed his skills, learning all the tricks, techniques and nuances. He made his coach proud and never missed practice. He was respected and revered amongst his peers. He went on to beat far more guys than he lost to and was a real asset to the team. Wrestling was 'his sport'.

T.J. wasn’t a big guy at 5’7, 132lbs, but he was a fast, wiry and tenacious young whippersnapper that always competed to win. He had sandy blond hair and a lean, hard body with muscle beginning to swell and peak in his hard biceps.

His pride came crashing down on his final night of High School Wresting, however. Senior’s Night was supposed to be a celebration of his illustrious high school wrestling career before moving on to College. But T.J. - in his final match - was drawn to wrestle a girl. A younger girl. A cute blonde with pigtails, bouncy breasts and full, heart-shaped ass.

...And he lost.

Not only did he lose but he was completely trounced by the younger, 16 year old sophomore girl in a way he had never been defeated before. Not even when he was a sophomore himself and had given some junior and senior guys a run for their money and only getting edged on points. He in fact hadn't been pinned in years.

This girl aggressively mopped the mat with him. Scoring a takedown, mauling him, dominating and owning him. In less than a minute she had him twisted up and pinned him with an embarrassing and painful banana split pin.

All in front of T.J.'s family in attendance. His team mates, coach, teachers and friends.

His coach, old man Stevens, never believed in Wrestling being a sport for girls. He would often sneer at the silly concept of letting girls onto the mat and put pressure on his Wrestlers to prove a point that this sport was rough and not for females. T.J. had wrestled a couple of girls here and there from other, more liberal and progressive schools, but had always come out on top and made his coach proud. He had heard about some guys losing to girls. He laughed at those guys and considered them losers and wimps. That would never happen to him, he thought.

But his final match had brought down a curtain of shame on his high school wrestling career. He had let his coach down and he had let himself down. He had been humiliated.

In a world of camera phones and social media, many people present had recorded the match and posted it online for the world to see, further showering T.J. in shame.

Being unable to help himself, T.J. wanted to know more about the girl that had defeated him. Her name was Savannah and he looked up her social media pages. Savannah... Such a trashy name, he thought to himself. He scrolled through her pictures on social media. He expected her to be some kind of wrestling machine. A tomboy with a strict father and brothers. Older brothers. And they probably did nothing but wrestle. Eating, sleeping and breathing the sport of Wrestling... That’s the only way a girl could beat him, he tried to comfort himself and cope. A girl shouldn't be allowed, shouldn't be ABLE to do what she did to him. Humiliate a guy. An older, 18 year old guy. It went against everything he thought he knew.

But what he saw on this girl’s social media pages shocked him. She was so pretty and girly. There were duck face posing selfies flaunting her long blonde hair in different styles and various doll faced looks with cute, girly, glittery make up. There were dancing and twerking videos with some of her friends - popular cheerleader type girls wearing an array of skimpy, tight, provocative and sexualised clothing. She was a very attractive, sexy, girly-girl and wrestling appeared to be a very small, insignificant part of her life.

That just made it sting even more.

But of course she had uploaded a clip of her beating T.J. …Using him as a mere trophy kill to showboat and brag her superiority.

“Another boi bites the dust. hehehe. This time a senior. Think he cried himself to sleep? I hope so!!! xoxoxo “ The caption read.

He was crushed. This was the type of girl T.J. thought he should be able to impress and protect. But he couldn’t even protect himself from her.

He scrolled down to read some of the comments, which appeared to be mostly from others girls.

“Get it girl! Show that bitch who’s boss!!!” The first one read.

T.J. could already take no more and closed the app and dumped his phone.

He never wanted to see a singlet, wrestling shoe or set foot onto a mat ever again. He quit Wrestling right there. It was over.





“Come on Timmy, get your chores done. Your bus for Wrestling Camp leaves at 4…” Zara called to her step-son.

“No Zara! I told you, I’m not going! I told you, I quit wrestling. I’m done with it!!”

“Not after your father has paid for you to go and I bought you that new singlet.” She came back.

“That damn singlet is too small anyway. I’m not going!!” He continued to rebel.

“I’m not arguing with you. You’re going. I’ll drive you there myself if I have to. Don’t be so ungrateful now that your Dad has paid for it. You were looking forward to going. You’ll love it there.”

T.J. huffed and went outside to get away from the nagging.

Zara was an attractive 44 year old woman. Since she had ‘rediscovered’ herself a couple of years ago, lost weight and started going to the gym, she had become a complete embarrassment to T.J. Wearing tight, provocative clothes, flaunting her body in town, the neighbourhood and, of course, on social media. Why couldn’t she be like other Moms; shrivelling and greying. T.J. knew his friends called her a MILF and oogled her, fantasied about fucking her. It was disgusting to him.

Not only that, but she had become quite muscular looking after all these gym sessions. She had always been a well built woman. 5’9 tall and never below 175lbs. Broad shoulders, wide hips. Thick arms and tree trunk thighs with many inches of extra girth compared to T.J.’s own taut, lean limbs. She carried more body fat, but she carried it well with a curvy-athletic shape. Big, mountainous breasts and beachball butt.

T.J. mowed the lawn and cleaned the pool. His father, Harry, was an older gentleman now approaching 60. He was away on business a lot or playing Golf. Their family was wealthy and lived luxuriously in a 5 bedroom house with a pool in the back yard. T.J. also had a younger step-sister, Samantha, who was 14 and Zara’s biological daughter from another relationship. T.J.’s biological mother had taken off with some bikers, druggies and low lives when he was very young. He had always been with his high-earning father who had been something of a womaniser in his younger days. Nannies came and went as T.J. grew up and his father had a penchant for the made-up, dolly-bird, gold digger types impressed by Harry’s wealth and materialistic lifestyle. For a while, it was just Harry and T.J. then Zara came into their lives and had been around for much of T.J.’s teenage years.

Already at an age he didn’t feel like he needed “mothering” anymore, that’s where Zara began embarrassing him. Buying clothes for him that he hated to wear, insisting they spend time together, and setting rules and boundaries for him like he was younger. Like he and Samantha were equals. Zara would say things like “the two kids” ... But being 4 years older and now a man at 18, they were not equals. He was not a 'kid' any more. Zara was also very touchy-feely, often hugging and kissing him in public, leaving lipstick marks on his face. All very embarrassing for the young man that wanted independence and wanted respect.

T.J. was finishing up cleaning the pool when he saw his mother emerge from the house. She was dressed in a black silk gown and black bikini, ready to do some sunbathing no doubt. A glass of sparkling water in hand, there were flashes of manicured nails and of gold as the well-kept woman made her way onto the patio by the pool.

“Now what’s all this silly talk of you quitting Wrestling? You love Wrestling.” She said to him softly.

“I BET IT’S ‘CAUSE HE LOST TO THAT GIRL LAST WEEK!” Suddenly came a boisterous chipmunk voice. It was T.J.’s stepsister making her way outside also. She looked a lot like her mother and was already close to T.J.’s height at an ever- gaining 5’6. T.J.’s grandmother on his father’s side was a very short, petite woman and the family often noted how they saw a lot of her in T.J.

“Aww. What’s the matter, Timmy? Can’t take losing to a girl?” She made a mock pouting, crybaby face as she joined them beside the pool wearing cutoff blue denim shorts and a white halter top. White converse sneakers. She was a popular cheerleader type with light brown hair and sparkling blue eyes.

“Shut it, Sam.” T.J. aggressively clapped back at his stepsister.

“Oh come on, Timmy, don’t be so silly.” Zara giggled, clearly amused by the thought. “You’ve lost matches before… Sometimes you come across people that are just better than you, that’s all… ‘Win or learn’ … Isn’t that the title of that book I bought you for your birthday? You can’t win them all, Timmy, and you can’t quit just because you lost someone a bit better than you. All these years you've loved Wrestling...”

“I can do what I want. I’m eighteen now.” He whined.

“I’m having a sleepover next weekend and some of my friends need your room!” Sam declared.

“NO!” T.J. aggressively shot back. The thought of younger girls rummaging around in his private room making him feel anxious.

“Like I said.” Zara spoke authoritatively. “Your father has already paid for your accommodation for 2 weeks. It was a lot of money so you are going, like it or not. But I know you'll like it once you're there.” She removed her robe and lay back on the reclining chair, allowing the sun to warm her shapely, thick bikini clad body. She exhaled in a manner that said ‘case closed’.

“I’m not going.” T.J. stood his ground.

“Yes you are!” Sam chirped with cocky arrogance, squaring up to her brother, placing her hands on her hips and looking him up and down and pulling a face like she wasn't impressed. “Hehe…” She giggled, taking a step closer to him, “I’ll be taller than you soon.” She bragged. “It’s a shame my Mom isn’t your real Mom. Then maybe you’d have better genetics, huh short stack?”

T.J. snarled and pushed her away. She came back at him with a shove and the two broke into a scuffle. Sam was naturally athletic, tall for her age and nearly the physical equal of T.J. only giving up 10 or 12 pounds but with his years of Wrestling, he was able to take control. He clasped her wrist and pulled her into a body lock, lifted, twisted and swept her off balance, taking her down onto the grass. The big brother continued to dominate, taking his hand to the back of her head and mashing her brat face into the grass while twisting her arm behind her back with his other free hand.

It felt good to let off some steam and dominate his irritating little stepsister and make her eat words. He didn’t have inferior genetics, he thought. Especially compared to a girl. Males were better at sports… Those were the thoughts running through T.J.’s mind as he aggressively dominated the younger girl.

Sam screamed and squealed until Zara came to break it up. She caught T.J.’s arm and threw him off.

T.J. was shocked at the explosive strength and power she seemed to possess. She was strong. He rolled onto his butt and starred up at her.

Sam also rolled onto her back before sitting up, nursing her arm, wiping and spluttering blades of grass from her young face.

“Don’t you ever, EVER do that to your sister!” She pointed a commanding long finger down at him.

T.J. shuffled back to his feet as Zara fussed over Sam, making sure she was okay.

“She started it!!” T.J. reasoned as he moped away.

“COME BACK HERE. COME BACK AND APOLOGISE TO YOUR SISTER!” Zara demanded.

“No... She ain't my real sister and I said she started it. Are you deaf? Could you hear her provoking me and coming at me?? She got what she damn well deserved... I’ve had enough of being told what to do. I’m a man now. I’m going to College in the fall! I’m making my own way… And I ain’t going to no damn Wrestling Camp this summer!”

“HMM. You’re not too old for me to pull your pants down and give you a good spanking!!” Zara embarrassingly spoke in a voice loud enough for the neighbours to hear. “THEN YOU’LL REALLY HAVE SOMETHING TO WHINE ABOUT!!”

T.J.’s face reddened but came back aggressively. “HA! I’d like to see you try! Come at me like she just did and you'll get some of the same!!”

Stepmother and son continued to ramp up the argument.

“It’s that horrible Coach Stevens isn’t it… He’s been poisoning you with all his sexist, chauvinistic nonsense and being disrespectful to women. I should have known when I found PORN on your laptop…”

She continued to rant at him. “You know what, Tim, I’m GLAD that girl beat you… I’M RAISING YOU TO BE A FEMINIST AND TO RESPECT WOMEN!!”

“OH FUCK OFF!!” He yelled back, rejecting such nonsense. Zara’s mouth fell open at her son’s aggression.

“YEAH, IT WAS SO FUNNY. SHE TOTALLY WHOOPED YOU!! … YOU WERE LIKE ‘AAAAAHHHHH’” Sam rolled onto her back and opened her legs, emulating the banana split move the girl had put T.J. in to defeat and humiliate him. It caused him to remember the shooting pain from having his legs yanked and pulled unnaturally wide apart and his shoulders helplessly pinned to the mat in that horrible, worst moment of his young life.

“And your little weiner was showing through your tighty-tights… You have a little weiner don’t you… HAHAHAHA!!” Sam openly laughing at T.J.’s expense, taunting and mocking him.

T.J. went for Sam again but Zara stepped in front of him.

“You might think you’re a big man now that you’re eighteen, Tim, but that girl taught you you’re not as tough as you think. I’ve got news for you, young man, there are lots of girls that can beat you… And you’re looking at another one right now!” Zara confidently spoke, hands on hips and power posing before him.

“Pfff… Gimme a break.” T.J. dismissed his mother. “You’ve been lifting weights, doing kettlebells and pilates and shit for a couple of years and think that can beat four years of wrestling… And the fact I’m MALE … Yeah, right.”

“I’m bigger and stronger than you, incase you’re blind as well as sexist.” She said evenly. “I’ve never wrestled before, but I bet could make you submit. I bet can make you beg for your life if I wanted to… I can still get the better of you Timmy and that’s not going to change for a LONG time… Even when you’re like 25 and I’m like… 50 something” Zara finished with a wry smirk, now taunting and provoking him herself.

“HA. Complete delusion. You’re old… In your 40s… A woman… And fat… This nonsense needs to stop. Coach Stevens is right… All this hippy liberal nonsense you women talk about genders being equal or girls being better… It’s all bullshit. The male is king. Always has been, always will be. If I wrestled that girl again, I’d beat her, it was just a fluke!!”

“Ohhh. Someone sounds BUTTHURT!!” Samantha cooed mockingly.

“Okay, Timmy. Let’s see you put this lady in her place if you’re so manly and macho now.” Zara joined in, seemingly ganging up on the male.

Zara kicked off her flip flop sandals. Her black painted toenails and bare feet feeling the grass beneath, beckoning T.J. to come at her. Big heaving breasts swinging and bouncing as she moved in her bikini. She fastened her black hair in a high, tight, ponytail and removed her expensive gold earrings.

“If you can make me submit, you can be the king of the house all summer. No chores. Sam and I will be your slaves. But if I win, you’re going to your Wrestling Camp and you’re going to start calling me Mom… Not Zara. I am your Mother now. I am in charge of you.”

“Fine. Whatever. I like the sound of that. It’s about time you two started acting like real women; serving and obeying Dad and I… ” T.J. came back. He began circling Zara on the grass, crouching and readying himself for what he believed would be a very quick humbling of this dumb, deluded, bimbo woman.

“If you get hurt, just remember, it’s your own damn fault…” T.J. warned.

“Let’s see what you’ve got, Timmy…” Zara returned as they continued to circle.

Sam took out her phone and began recording the match with a cocky smirk.

Their bodies came together and tied up. Zara in her black bikini and T.J. in his cream shorts and vest.

T.J. looked to use his Wrestling skills, dropping low and shooting for a leg.

Zara, with good athletic instincts, dispersed her weight well and under-hooked his arm to balk his progress. T.J. felt the extra weight his mother carried. Her thick thighs were so solid and planted like an old oak tree. He was not used to grappling with someone that had over 40lbs of weight on him and he couldn’t couldn’t get her down. In that moment he also felt her strength again and that there was a good deal of muscle on her body.

He continued to work, but it was taking a lot of energy and straining. He drove with his feet to get lower and pull Zara off balance and get her down. She widened her legs showing impressive balance and flexibility.

T.J. pulled away, regrouped and took a deep breath. Feinting a collar and elbow tie up, he used his speed advantage and level changed low once again, driving deep for her knees and a double-leg take down.

Zara, again showing frustratingly good athletic instincts, sprawled and caught T.J.’s shoulders coming in. Her weight drove and pushed him to the ground, face-first. She worked into a reverse headlock and held him down, advancing position.

“YES! GET HIM MOM!!!” Sam began cheerleading with a big grin on her face seeing Zara gain the first real positional advantage.

Both were breathing heavily as their bodies wrestled and writhed. T.J. already finding it much harder than he thought he would and his wrestling techniques being nullified by the weight, strength and shockingly good movement Zara possessed.

T.J. worked his way to his knees in an effort to get up. He found himself in a position to utilise his technical advantage and execute a sweet whizzer. He hooked her arm and leg and drove her to her back.

“Skill and technique, Momzo. Four years of Wrestling…” He huffed and bragged as he gained the advantage, allowing himself a grin now.

He advanced to side control and a lateral press. If this was a wrestling match he felt he could have pinned her shoulders in this moment. But the bigger woman bucked and twisted and to T.J.’s horror was able to through him off with a hip thrust and shocking core strength.

T.J. was swept to his back and Zara quickly scrambled and splashed her body down on him to hold him down. His hands and arms slapping her fleshy hips, belly and thighs, but it was too late and he was trapped on the bottom again. From the bottom he twisted and turned and worked for a leg in an effort to sweep.

He was able to squirm and make some progress, twisting around. They found themselves tangled in a north-south position with Zara’s thong bikini clad, big round ass in his straining face.

“COME ON MOM!!” Sam cheered.

Zara made sure to drop her thick heavy ass onto his face with as much weight as she could, enjoying the humiliation of such a position and feeling more in control. Her son’s lighter, weaker body beginning to drain and tire as it struggled against a natural size disadvantage.

He bucked face free, rolling to his side. But she again caught him and rolled him to his back, stepping over and mounting him, now her big swinging tits slapping and squashing his face. He was taking, short, desperate gulps of air and continuing to tire at a rapid pace. She could feel his smaller, lighter body weakening. She clasped the back of T.J.’s neck and smothered him with her massive mammaries.

Unbeknownst to T.J. but Zara and her husband - T.J.’s father - Harry had play wrestled a few times in the past and she had dominated the older man with a breast smother. She loved the feeling of power and had in fact one time rendered him unconscious.

She briefly broke away from TJ whilst maintaining her mounted position, straddling his chest. She grinned, drinking in her dominance and unfastened her bikini top, removing it and exposing her sizeable boobs. Released from the confines of her tight bikini top, the immense lady lumps appeared to pop and bounce to an even bigger size.

TJ looked up and gasped in fear and awe. They looked so big and imposing. Thick, girthy nipples, erect and aiming like cannons. She took his head and forced his face into her naked chest once more.

“Uuuuh! AHhhh… Nooo” The young man cried out as he began to drown in the sea of tit meat.

She was just too weighty to escape and he was ashamed to admit to himself he was too weak to break away from her hands, her strong arms gripping and pulling him into her. There was nothing he could do about it.

“Give it up, Timmy. I could kill you. I could suffocate you to death!” She confirmed.

TJ finally began accepting defeat, wanting out, but he hated to admit it. He caught a mouthful of fleshy orb and nipple a bit down on it out of desperation and anger.

Zara screamed as the pain of having her breast and nipple bit shot through her senses. She immediately pulled away.

“OWWWWwwww!!!” She screamed, clambering back to her feet, scowling and gritting her pearly teeth like a wounded animal.

TJ shuffled back to his feet also, feeling feint and breathless from almost being breast-smothered unconscious.

“FUCK YOU!” Zara spat angrily, rubbing her sore areola and nipple, dabbing and checking it was not bleeding. It was not, but it was red and she could see teeth marks embedded in the skin.

Zara stepped up and tried to slap T.J. as the fight became more violent. T.J. jumped and leaned back, just avoiding her slapping hand as it whistled by.

T.J. put up his fists looking mean. “I told you if you get hurt… It’s your own fault.”

Zara’s thick lips snarled like an angry she-wolf and came at him aggressively again. Slapping and even kicking her bare foot up high. Her big jugs exposed and swaying, jiggling and bouncing unabashedly as she moved.

TJ threw some punches as well. Their arms sliced and diced, nothing really landing. T.J. felt a sharp fingernail claw his face as Zara kept up her aggression. He duffed her back with an amateurish punch.

“BEAT HIM UP, MOM, BEAT THE FUCK OUTTA HIM !!!” Samantha screamed as the household of usually reserved, wealthy folks descended into white trash, brawling on the back lawn.

They finally came together again in a clinch. Big Zara just grabbed him and squeezed as hard as she could. T.J. found his arm trapped and immediately knew he was in trouble again.

“”AHHH!!” He yelped. Writhing and struggling but it was to no avail.

It was all the encouragement Zara needed to keep up her strong bear-hug.

T.J. felt his ribs bowing and condensing. Fear and pain washing over him.

His free arm flailing and desperately looking for a way to break out. Any way… Any how, he thought… He couldn’t let this happen. He shamelessly pulled at her hair, pinched at her skin but she gritted her teeth and fought through the pain, reapplying it to her efforts of squeezing him with her thick, strong arms.

T.J. could no longer breathe, his ribs and lungs so constricted. He began to see stars and his head rolled. Zara was not letting up.

She let out a primal scream and with the immense power in her pumped, muscular arms lifted him off his feet. In feeling this burst of power T.J. feared for his life. His step mother could actually kill him. With a Bearhug! He coughed and spluttered his submission there and then.

“I give… I give up… N. No more… P. Puh. Please… Please Zara… Please Mom… N. N. No more, please…”

It took long enough for her to release him, but T.J. drank in a sigh of relief when he finally felt her arms subside their crushing force and his almost numb feet lowered back to solid ground.

She slacked off her arms enough to look him in the eyes, breathing open-mouthed into his face an inch apart. Her predatory eyes looking into his, letting him register her dominance, looking down from her taller height before finally letting him go.

T.J. found he no longer had the strength in his legs to stand and slumped to the grass. Zara caught her breath standing over him in a wide stance, hands on hips. Wide, shapely and strong. Her big heaving breasts leaving nothing to the imagination.

He couldn’t believe it. He never thought the humiliation of being beaten by a younger girl on the wrestling mat could be topped. But in less than a week he had been out-grappled by his step mother and forced to submit to her as well. A 44 year old ageing bimbo with big tits. And she had done it in one of the most humiliating ways possible. A breast smother and a bear hug!

Sam continued to grin and keep her camera phone focussed on T.J. Holding it annoyingly close to his face and chomping on some gum.

“Why don’t you tell everyone how it feels to be beaten up by your mom.” She smirked.

“Let that be a lesson to you, Timothy.” Zara stated authoritatively, looking down her nose at him like he was truly inferior.

“Now…” She continued, picking up her bikini top and re-holstering her melons “I’m going to do something I should have done a long time ago…” She walked back over to T.J. placing her foot up onto the first step that lead up onto the poolside patio.

“Take off your shorts and boxers and bend over my knee.” She directed with her long, elegant finger and long nail.

“I’m going to spank you.”
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Old 16-Aug-21, 02:01
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That story was great. What's T.J's height meant to be? And which deepkick photo are you basing this on?
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Old 16-Aug-21, 02:49
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Great story! Do you plan on continuing it?
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Great story; hope it continues.
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So many elements iove, good stuff. What picture btw was the inspiration, could you repost here?
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I'd really like to see a little more focus on Savannah. That part was over so quickly!
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Great story! Hopefully the MC gets to meet Savannah again, maybe at a certain wrestling camp
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Great story! Hopefully the MC gets to meet Savannah again, maybe at a certain wrestling camp
Ohhhhh, hell yeah! I second this and also want to add my name to the petition asking to see Savannah return to the pages of your fantastic story, mate. Thank you for sharing it with us.
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A quick one-shot I rustled up after a picture posted by @[Only Registered Users Can See LinksClick Here To Register] inspired me. It's also inspired by the forum thread "High School Wrestling Profiles" started and largely contributed to by the user 'when'.

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Timothy or T.J. as he liked to be called was 18 years old. School was out for the summer and he had just graduated High School.

T.J. had been a High School Wrestler since he was a Freshman. Sporty and energetic by nature, it soon turned out he was actually pretty good at it. He immediately impressed the coach at tryouts and made the school team. Under the tutelage of his coach he developed a deeper knowledge of freestyle wrestling. He honed his skills, learning all the tricks, techniques and nuances. He made his coach proud and never missed practice. He was respected and revered amongst his peers. He went on to beat far more guys than he lost to and was a real asset to the team. Wrestling was 'his sport'.

T.J. wasn’t a big guy at 5’7, 132lbs, but he was a fast, wiry and tenacious young whippersnapper that always competed to win. He had sandy blond hair and a lean, hard body with muscle beginning to swell and peak in his hard biceps.

His pride came crashing down on his final night of High School Wresting, however. Senior’s Night was supposed to be a celebration of his illustrious high school wrestling career before moving on to College. But T.J. - in his final match - was drawn to wrestle a girl. A younger girl. A cute blonde with pigtails, bouncy breasts and full, heart-shaped ass.

...And he lost.

Not only did he lose but he was completely trounced by the younger, 16 year old sophomore girl in a way he had never been defeated before. Not even when he was a sophomore himself and had given some junior and senior guys a run for their money and only getting edged on points. He in fact hadn't been pinned in years.

This girl aggressively mopped the mat with him. Scoring a takedown, mauling him, dominating and owning him. In less than a minute she had him twisted up and pinned him with an embarrassing and painful banana split pin.

All in front of T.J.'s family in attendance. His team mates, coach, teachers and friends.

His coach, old man Stevens, never believed in Wrestling being a sport for girls. He would often sneer at the silly concept of letting girls onto the mat and put pressure on his Wrestlers to prove a point that this sport was rough and not for females. T.J. had wrestled a couple of girls here and there from other, more liberal and progressive schools, but had always come out on top and made his coach proud. He had heard about some guys losing to girls. He laughed at those guys and considered them losers and wimps. That would never happen to him, he thought.

But his final match had brought down a curtain of shame on his high school wrestling career. He had let his coach down and he had let himself down. He had been humiliated.

In a world of camera phones and social media, many people present had recorded the match and posted it online for the world to see, further showering T.J. in shame.

Being unable to help himself, T.J. wanted to know more about the girl that had defeated him. Her name was Savannah and he looked up her social media pages. Savannah... Such a trashy name, he thought to himself. He scrolled through her pictures on social media. He expected her to be some kind of wrestling machine. A tomboy with a strict father and brothers. Older brothers. And they probably did nothing but wrestle. Eating, sleeping and breathing the sport of Wrestling... That’s the only way a girl could beat him, he tried to comfort himself and cope. A girl shouldn't be allowed, shouldn't be ABLE to do what she did to him. Humiliate a guy. An older, 18 year old guy. It went against everything he thought he knew.

But what he saw on this girl’s social media pages shocked him. She was so pretty and girly. There were duck face posing selfies flaunting her long blonde hair in different styles and various doll faced looks with cute, girly, glittery make up. There were dancing and twerking videos with some of her friends - popular cheerleader type girls wearing an array of skimpy, tight, provocative and sexualised clothing. She was a very attractive, sexy, girly-girl and wrestling appeared to be a very small, insignificant part of her life.

That just made it sting even more.

But of course she had uploaded a clip of her beating T.J. …Using him as a mere trophy kill to showboat and brag her superiority.

“Another boi bites the dust. hehehe. This time a senior. Think he cried himself to sleep? I hope so!!! xoxoxo “ The caption read.

He was crushed. This was the type of girl T.J. thought he should be able to impress and protect. But he couldn’t even protect himself from her.

He scrolled down to read some of the comments, which appeared to be mostly from others girls.

“Get it girl! Show that bitch who’s boss!!!” The first one read.

T.J. could already take no more and closed the app and dumped his phone.

He never wanted to see a singlet, wrestling shoe or set foot onto a mat ever again. He quit Wrestling right there. It was over.





“Come on Timmy, get your chores done. Your bus for Wrestling Camp leaves at 4…” Zara called to her step-son.

“No Zara! I told you, I’m not going! I told you, I quit wrestling. I’m done with it!!”

“Not after your father has paid for you to go and I bought you that new singlet.” She came back.

“That damn singlet is too small anyway. I’m not going!!” He continued to rebel.

“I’m not arguing with you. You’re going. I’ll drive you there myself if I have to. Don’t be so ungrateful now that your Dad has paid for it. You were looking forward to going. You’ll love it there.”

T.J. huffed and went outside to get away from the nagging.

Zara was an attractive 44 year old woman. Since she had ‘rediscovered’ herself a couple of years ago, lost weight and started going to the gym, she had become a complete embarrassment to T.J. Wearing tight, provocative clothes, flaunting her body in town, the neighbourhood and, of course, on social media. Why couldn’t she be like other Moms; shrivelling and greying. T.J. knew his friends called her a MILF and oogled her, fantasied about fucking her. It was disgusting to him.

Not only that, but she had become quite muscular looking after all these gym sessions. She had always been a well built woman. 5’9 tall and never below 175lbs. Broad shoulders, wide hips. Thick arms and tree trunk thighs with many inches of extra girth compared to T.J.’s own taut, lean limbs. She carried more body fat, but she carried it well with a curvy-athletic shape. Big, mountainous breasts and beachball butt.

T.J. mowed the lawn and cleaned the pool. His father, Harry, was an older gentleman now approaching 60. He was away on business a lot or playing Golf. Their family was wealthy and lived luxuriously in a 5 bedroom house with a pool in the back yard. T.J. also had a younger step-sister, Samantha, who was 14 and Zara’s biological daughter from another relationship. T.J.’s biological mother had taken off with some bikers, druggies and low lives when he was very young. He had always been with his high-earning father who had been something of a womaniser in his younger days. Nannies came and went as T.J. grew up and his father had a penchant for the made-up, dolly-bird, gold digger types impressed by Harry’s wealth and materialistic lifestyle. For a while, it was just Harry and T.J. then Zara came into their lives and had been around for much of T.J.’s teenage years.

Already at an age he didn’t feel like he needed “mothering” anymore, that’s where Zara began embarrassing him. Buying clothes for him that he hated to wear, insisting they spend time together, and setting rules and boundaries for him like he was younger. Like he and Samantha were equals. Zara would say things like “the two kids” ... But being 4 years older and now a man at 18, they were not equals. He was not a 'kid' any more. Zara was also very touchy-feely, often hugging and kissing him in public, leaving lipstick marks on his face. All very embarrassing for the young man that wanted independence and wanted respect.

T.J. was finishing up cleaning the pool when he saw his mother emerge from the house. She was dressed in a black silk gown and black bikini, ready to do some sunbathing no doubt. A glass of sparkling water in hand, there were flashes of manicured nails and of gold as the well-kept woman made her way onto the patio by the pool.

“Now what’s all this silly talk of you quitting Wrestling? You love Wrestling.” She said to him softly.

“I BET IT’S ‘CAUSE HE LOST TO THAT GIRL LAST WEEK!” Suddenly came a boisterous chipmunk voice. It was T.J.’s stepsister making her way outside also. She looked a lot like her mother and was already close to T.J.’s height at an ever- gaining 5’6. T.J.’s grandmother on his father’s side was a very short, petite woman and the family often noted how they saw a lot of her in T.J.

“Aww. What’s the matter, Timmy? Can’t take losing to a girl?” She made a mock pouting, crybaby face as she joined them beside the pool wearing cutoff blue denim shorts and a white halter top. White converse sneakers. She was a popular cheerleader type with light brown hair and sparkling blue eyes.

“Shut it, Sam.” T.J. aggressively clapped back at his stepsister.

“Oh come on, Timmy, don’t be so silly.” Zara giggled, clearly amused by the thought. “You’ve lost matches before… Sometimes you come across people that are just better than you, that’s all… ‘Win or learn’ … Isn’t that the title of that book I bought you for your birthday? You can’t win them all, Timmy, and you can’t quit just because you lost someone a bit better than you. All these years you've loved Wrestling...”

“I can do what I want. I’m eighteen now.” He whined.

“I’m having a sleepover next weekend and some of my friends need your room!” Sam declared.

“NO!” T.J. aggressively shot back. The thought of younger girls rummaging around in his private room making him feel anxious.

“Like I said.” Zara spoke authoritatively. “Your father has already paid for your accommodation for 2 weeks. It was a lot of money so you are going, like it or not. But I know you'll like it once you're there.” She removed her robe and lay back on the reclining chair, allowing the sun to warm her shapely, thick bikini clad body. She exhaled in a manner that said ‘case closed’.

“I’m not going.” T.J. stood his ground.

“Yes you are!” Sam chirped with cocky arrogance, squaring up to her brother, placing her hands on her hips and looking him up and down and pulling a face like she wasn't impressed. “Hehe…” She giggled, taking a step closer to him, “I’ll be taller than you soon.” She bragged. “It’s a shame my Mom isn’t your real Mom. Then maybe you’d have better genetics, huh short stack?”

T.J. snarled and pushed her away. She came back at him with a shove and the two broke into a scuffle. Sam was naturally athletic, tall for her age and nearly the physical equal of T.J. only giving up 10 or 12 pounds but with his years of Wrestling, he was able to take control. He clasped her wrist and pulled her into a body lock, lifted, twisted and swept her off balance, taking her down onto the grass. The big brother continued to dominate, taking his hand to the back of her head and mashing her brat face into the grass while twisting her arm behind her back with his other free hand.

It felt good to let off some steam and dominate his irritating little stepsister and make her eat words. He didn’t have inferior genetics, he thought. Especially compared to a girl. Males were better at sports… Those were the thoughts running through T.J.’s mind as he aggressively dominated the younger girl.

Sam screamed and squealed until Zara came to break it up. She caught T.J.’s arm and threw him off.

T.J. was shocked at the explosive strength and power she seemed to possess. She was strong. He rolled onto his butt and starred up at her.

Sam also rolled onto her back before sitting up, nursing her arm, wiping and spluttering blades of grass from her young face.

“Don’t you ever, EVER do that to your sister!” She pointed a commanding long finger down at him.

T.J. shuffled back to his feet as Zara fussed over Sam, making sure she was okay.

“She started it!!” T.J. reasoned as he moped away.

“COME BACK HERE. COME BACK AND APOLOGISE TO YOUR SISTER!” Zara demanded.

“No... She ain't my real sister and I said she started it. Are you deaf? Could you hear her provoking me and coming at me?? She got what she damn well deserved... I’ve had enough of being told what to do. I’m a man now. I’m going to College in the fall! I’m making my own way… And I ain’t going to no damn Wrestling Camp this summer!”

“HMM. You’re not too old for me to pull your pants down and give you a good spanking!!” Zara embarrassingly spoke in a voice loud enough for the neighbours to hear. “THEN YOU’LL REALLY HAVE SOMETHING TO WHINE ABOUT!!”

T.J.’s face reddened but came back aggressively. “HA! I’d like to see you try! Come at me like she just did and you'll get some of the same!!”

Stepmother and son continued to ramp up the argument.

“It’s that horrible Coach Stevens isn’t it… He’s been poisoning you with all his sexist, chauvinistic nonsense and being disrespectful to women. I should have known when I found PORN on your laptop…”

She continued to rant at him. “You know what, Tim, I’m GLAD that girl beat you… I’M RAISING YOU TO BE A FEMINIST AND TO RESPECT WOMEN!!”

“OH FUCK OFF!!” He yelled back, rejecting such nonsense. Zara’s mouth fell open at her son’s aggression.

“YEAH, IT WAS SO FUNNY. SHE TOTALLY WHOOPED YOU!! … YOU WERE LIKE ‘AAAAAHHHHH’” Sam rolled onto her back and opened her legs, emulating the banana split move the girl had put T.J. in to defeat and humiliate him. It caused him to remember the shooting pain from having his legs yanked and pulled unnaturally wide apart and his shoulders helplessly pinned to the mat in that horrible, worst moment of his young life.

“And your little weiner was showing through your tighty-tights… You have a little weiner don’t you… HAHAHAHA!!” Sam openly laughing at T.J.’s expense, taunting and mocking him.

T.J. went for Sam again but Zara stepped in front of him.

“You might think you’re a big man now that you’re eighteen, Tim, but that girl taught you you’re not as tough as you think. I’ve got news for you, young man, there are lots of girls that can beat you… And you’re looking at another one right now!” Zara confidently spoke, hands on hips and power posing before him.

“Pfff… Gimme a break.” T.J. dismissed his mother. “You’ve been lifting weights, doing kettlebells and pilates and shit for a couple of years and think that can beat four years of wrestling… And the fact I’m MALE … Yeah, right.”

“I’m bigger and stronger than you, incase you’re blind as well as sexist.” She said evenly. “I’ve never wrestled before, but I bet could make you submit. I bet can make you beg for your life if I wanted to… I can still get the better of you Timmy and that’s not going to change for a LONG time… Even when you’re like 25 and I’m like… 50 something” Zara finished with a wry smirk, now taunting and provoking him herself.

“HA. Complete delusion. You’re old… In your 40s… A woman… And fat… This nonsense needs to stop. Coach Stevens is right… All this hippy liberal nonsense you women talk about genders being equal or girls being better… It’s all bullshit. The male is king. Always has been, always will be. If I wrestled that girl again, I’d beat her, it was just a fluke!!”

“Ohhh. Someone sounds BUTTHURT!!” Samantha cooed mockingly.

“Okay, Timmy. Let’s see you put this lady in her place if you’re so manly and macho now.” Zara joined in, seemingly ganging up on the male.

Zara kicked off her flip flop sandals. Her black painted toenails and bare feet feeling the grass beneath, beckoning T.J. to come at her. Big heaving breasts swinging and bouncing as she moved in her bikini. She fastened her black hair in a high, tight, ponytail and removed her expensive gold earrings.

“If you can make me submit, you can be the king of the house all summer. No chores. Sam and I will be your slaves. But if I win, you’re going to your Wrestling Camp and you’re going to start calling me Mom… Not Zara. I am your Mother now. I am in charge of you.”

“Fine. Whatever. I like the sound of that. It’s about time you two started acting like real women; serving and obeying Dad and I… ” T.J. came back. He began circling Zara on the grass, crouching and readying himself for what he believed would be a very quick humbling of this dumb, deluded, bimbo woman.

“If you get hurt, just remember, it’s your own damn fault…” T.J. warned.

“Let’s see what you’ve got, Timmy…” Zara returned as they continued to circle.

Sam took out her phone and began recording the match with a cocky smirk.

Their bodies came together and tied up. Zara in her black bikini and T.J. in his cream shorts and vest.

T.J. looked to use his Wrestling skills, dropping low and shooting for a leg.

Zara, with good athletic instincts, dispersed her weight well and under-hooked his arm to balk his progress. T.J. felt the extra weight his mother carried. Her thick thighs were so solid and planted like an old oak tree. He was not used to grappling with someone that had over 40lbs of weight on him and he couldn’t couldn’t get her down. In that moment he also felt her strength again and that there was a good deal of muscle on her body.

He continued to work, but it was taking a lot of energy and straining. He drove with his feet to get lower and pull Zara off balance and get her down. She widened her legs showing impressive balance and flexibility.

T.J. pulled away, regrouped and took a deep breath. Feinting a collar and elbow tie up, he used his speed advantage and level changed low once again, driving deep for her knees and a double-leg take down.

Zara, again showing frustratingly good athletic instincts, sprawled and caught T.J.’s shoulders coming in. Her weight drove and pushed him to the ground, face-first. She worked into a reverse headlock and held him down, advancing position.

“YES! GET HIM MOM!!!” Sam began cheerleading with a big grin on her face seeing Zara gain the first real positional advantage.

Both were breathing heavily as their bodies wrestled and writhed. T.J. already finding it much harder than he thought he would and his wrestling techniques being nullified by the weight, strength and shockingly good movement Zara possessed.

T.J. worked his way to his knees in an effort to get up. He found himself in a position to utilise his technical advantage and execute a sweet whizzer. He hooked her arm and leg and drove her to her back.

“Skill and technique, Momzo. Four years of Wrestling…” He huffed and bragged as he gained the advantage, allowing himself a grin now.

He advanced to side control and a lateral press. If this was a wrestling match he felt he could have pinned her shoulders in this moment. But the bigger woman bucked and twisted and to T.J.’s horror was able to through him off with a hip thrust and shocking core strength.

T.J. was swept to his back and Zara quickly scrambled and splashed her body down on him to hold him down. His hands and arms slapping her fleshy hips, belly and thighs, but it was too late and he was trapped on the bottom again. From the bottom he twisted and turned and worked for a leg in an effort to sweep.

He was able to squirm and make some progress, twisting around. They found themselves tangled in a north-south position with Zara’s thong bikini clad, big round ass in his straining face.

“COME ON MOM!!” Sam cheered.

Zara made sure to drop her thick heavy ass onto his face with as much weight as she could, enjoying the humiliation of such a position and feeling more in control. Her son’s lighter, weaker body beginning to drain and tire as it struggled against a natural size disadvantage.

He bucked face free, rolling to his side. But she again caught him and rolled him to his back, stepping over and mounting him, now her big swinging tits slapping and squashing his face. He was taking, short, desperate gulps of air and continuing to tire at a rapid pace. She could feel his smaller, lighter body weakening. She clasped the back of T.J.’s neck and smothered him with her massive mammaries.

Unbeknownst to T.J. but Zara and her husband - T.J.’s father - Harry had play wrestled a few times in the past and she had dominated the older man with a breast smother. She loved the feeling of power and had in fact one time rendered him unconscious.

She briefly broke away from TJ whilst maintaining her mounted position, straddling his chest. She grinned, drinking in her dominance and unfastened her bikini top, removing it and exposing her sizeable boobs. Released from the confines of her tight bikini top, the immense lady lumps appeared to pop and bounce to an even bigger size.

TJ looked up and gasped in fear and awe. They looked so big and imposing. Thick, girthy nipples, erect and aiming like cannons. She took his head and forced his face into her naked chest once more.

“Uuuuh! AHhhh… Nooo” The young man cried out as he began to drown in the sea of tit meat.

She was just too weighty to escape and he was ashamed to admit to himself he was too weak to break away from her hands, her strong arms gripping and pulling him into her. There was nothing he could do about it.

“Give it up, Timmy. I could kill you. I could suffocate you to death!” She confirmed.

TJ finally began accepting defeat, wanting out, but he hated to admit it. He caught a mouthful of fleshy orb and nipple a bit down on it out of desperation and anger.

Zara screamed as the pain of having her breast and nipple bit shot through her senses. She immediately pulled away.

“OWWWWwwww!!!” She screamed, clambering back to her feet, scowling and gritting her pearly teeth like a wounded animal.

TJ shuffled back to his feet also, feeling feint and breathless from almost being breast-smothered unconscious.

“FUCK YOU!” Zara spat angrily, rubbing her sore areola and nipple, dabbing and checking it was not bleeding. It was not, but it was red and she could see teeth marks embedded in the skin.

Zara stepped up and tried to slap T.J. as the fight became more violent. T.J. jumped and leaned back, just avoiding her slapping hand as it whistled by.

T.J. put up his fists looking mean. “I told you if you get hurt… It’s your own fault.”

Zara’s thick lips snarled like an angry she-wolf and came at him aggressively again. Slapping and even kicking her bare foot up high. Her big jugs exposed and swaying, jiggling and bouncing unabashedly as she moved.

TJ threw some punches as well. Their arms sliced and diced, nothing really landing. T.J. felt a sharp fingernail claw his face as Zara kept up her aggression. He duffed her back with an amateurish punch.

“BEAT HIM UP, MOM, BEAT THE FUCK OUTTA HIM !!!” Samantha screamed as the household of usually reserved, wealthy folks descended into white trash, brawling on the back lawn.

They finally came together again in a clinch. Big Zara just grabbed him and squeezed as hard as she could. T.J. found his arm trapped and immediately knew he was in trouble again.

“”AHHH!!” He yelped. Writhing and struggling but it was to no avail.

It was all the encouragement Zara needed to keep up her strong bear-hug.

T.J. felt his ribs bowing and condensing. Fear and pain washing over him.

His free arm flailing and desperately looking for a way to break out. Any way… Any how, he thought… He couldn’t let this happen. He shamelessly pulled at her hair, pinched at her skin but she gritted her teeth and fought through the pain, reapplying it to her efforts of squeezing him with her thick, strong arms.

T.J. could no longer breathe, his ribs and lungs so constricted. He began to see stars and his head rolled. Zara was not letting up.

She let out a primal scream and with the immense power in her pumped, muscular arms lifted him off his feet. In feeling this burst of power T.J. feared for his life. His step mother could actually kill him. With a Bearhug! He coughed and spluttered his submission there and then.

“I give… I give up… N. No more… P. Puh. Please… Please Zara… Please Mom… N. N. No more, please…”

It took long enough for her to release him, but T.J. drank in a sigh of relief when he finally felt her arms subside their crushing force and his almost numb feet lowered back to solid ground.

She slacked off her arms enough to look him in the eyes, breathing open-mouthed into his face an inch apart. Her predatory eyes looking into his, letting him register her dominance, looking down from her taller height before finally letting him go.

T.J. found he no longer had the strength in his legs to stand and slumped to the grass. Zara caught her breath standing over him in a wide stance, hands on hips. Wide, shapely and strong. Her big heaving breasts leaving nothing to the imagination.

He couldn’t believe it. He never thought the humiliation of being beaten by a younger girl on the wrestling mat could be topped. But in less than a week he had been out-grappled by his step mother and forced to submit to her as well. A 44 year old ageing bimbo with big tits. And she had done it in one of the most humiliating ways possible. A breast smother and a bear hug!

Sam continued to grin and keep her camera phone focussed on T.J. Holding it annoyingly close to his face and chomping on some gum.

“Why don’t you tell everyone how it feels to be beaten up by your mom.” She smirked.

“Let that be a lesson to you, Timothy.” Zara stated authoritatively, looking down her nose at him like he was truly inferior.

“Now…” She continued, picking up her bikini top and re-holstering her melons “I’m going to do something I should have done a long time ago…” She walked back over to T.J. placing her foot up onto the first step that lead up onto the poolside patio.

“Take off your shorts and boxers and bend over my knee.” She directed with her long, elegant finger and long nail.

“I’m going to spank you.”
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