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Default Re: Adam's Day of Manhood (Incest) (Commission)

Maggie had, from the beginning, thought that her son’s wish to be wrestled into submission multiple times was a bit strange. The woman suspected it had something to do with some kind of sexual attraction toward her, which she found somewhat inappropriate. But, then again, she did enjoy the idea of wrapping herself around the young man, of totally engulfing him in her limbs and making him tap and…and well she was a bit of a cruel domme sometimes. Besides, he was 18 now, doing that kind of thing with him was…legal, at least as far as she was concerned. So naturally, when the time came, she walked into the room wearing an old blue leotard and nothing else. Or she would have, the idea that this was going to be…weird had her quickly changing her uniform into a hoodie and baggy sweatpants. She had the leotard on under but…but she wasn’t planning on showing it off or anything, necessarily. She didn’t want to seem…weird in front of everybody, she guessed. She could have shown off her still very muscular legs, perky breasts had a butt that just wouldn’t quit after 65 years on this earth. She would have struck a pose as soon as she was in the room, hoping to look as good as possible for her little man. But she was a bit surprised to see her daughter in an equally risque uniform

Caroline was wearing white booty shorts and a blue tank top that barely covered anything. If Maggie looked good at 65, Caroline looked amazing at forty, seeming fit as a fiddle and just as sharp as she casually posed down in front of her son’s eyes, showing off the power and beauty of her body with each and every movement that she made, just begging food somebody to get in and truly appreciate how beautiful she was. And her mom did appreciate that…even if sometimes she felt her daughter stole her thunder. “What are you doing here?” Maggie finally asked her daughter unsure how she would play into all of this. And then their son walked up. Adam was significantly shorter than either of them, even at his current (likely final) height, and scrawny enough that they were both still very intimidating to him. He awkwardly cleared his throat, introducing himself.

“H-hello ladies' ' he said, looking up at his mother and grandmother “You are probably wondering why you both showed up here. Well, my idea for today was kind of that…my basic idea was that both of you would take turns wrestling me, choking me, throttling me” he was getting nervous at this point “and basically whoever would beat me at wrestling faster would win for today” the two women looked down at him somewhat skeptical. The young man awkwardly wrung his hands “UI was planning on telling you tomorrow’s challenges tomorrow” she suggested, looking at both of them as they got in close to him. He could feel their breath on his body and he tried his best not to freak out in front of them prematurely. And then the two women pulled away from him, looking each other in the eyes. “Mom, grammar…you said I could wish for anything, couldn’t you?”

Caroline had locked eyes with Maggie. The two women had always had a slight competitive streak between them, and what was happening today…it was activating that streak. Both of them smiled at the other, both of them were clearly working up toward something. Both licked their lips and subtly adjusted their busts at one another. “I am game for any challenge you can think of,” Maggie answered, not even looking at her grandson. She stroked her big frizzy blonde hair “and if your mom isn’t up to grant your wish in a competitive way, I will just make it twice as good on my own” she said, a huge smile across her still pretty face.

“Yeah mom, I think I am going to participate in my son’s special day,” she said, before looking down at him “after all it is his eighteenth birthday party…he can wish for whatever he wants,” she said, trying not to act too excited, even though the idea of sending a little nerd like him through the wringer was pretty hot to her. She kind of felt bad for feeling that way, but she couldn’t help that she was a nerd, and she couldn’t help that she was such a natural bully. She’s always liked to push around the scrawny and weak, at least as long as she could remember. “I think since I’m closer to him, I should start, set the pace…show you what exactly it means to grapple with a little nerd,” Caroline says, slowly walking toward her son, bouncing her hips as she did so, arms crossed across her chest, a gentle purring in her voice before she got right up to him, pressing her head against his “come on, let me have a first shot at you, I think you are going to enjoy it more than you could ever know…” she trailed off, before walking back, showing her ass off to her son, making him watch it bounce as she walked toward her mother, smugly smiling at the other woman.

Maggie smiled back “I think we drew for it,” she said, pulling out a fist on the flat of her other palm. The women both chuckled at the idea. The old swim athlete leaned into her young track star daughter, ad they both slammed their fists into their pals twice, and then threw shapes at each other to see who would have the first right to bully their son in this strange erotic game they were insisting on playing. Mom threw paper. Grandma threw scissors. “Good game,” grandma said, kissing her fitness-uniformed daughter on the cheek, and then walking toward her son, shaking her body a bit. “So, we’re engaging in some old fashioned wrestling, eh? I think I am game for that,” she said and he looked up at her.

She was regretting wearing anything over her leotard at this point. She really wanted to make an impression, and she had forgotten nervous and made the wrong one. Caroline put a timer on a stopwatch. “Okay I'm starting…now,” said the younger woman. As soon as the bell rang, Maggie exploded into action. Even if her joints hurt sometimes, the 65-year-old always pushed her body to work at maximum efficiency. Sometimes that meant sore joints, but it was worth it to maintain the explosivity of her youth, the explosivity that allowed her to crash into a young man like this like she were a bus, crashing right into a car. She felt his gut go as she tackled him deep, going underneath his ribcage and ramming herself into him, quickly getting him on the ground, out of breath. She misled, leaning in, she pressed her boobs over his face, smiling at her daughter “this kind of wrestling is quite easy, you know”

Caroline rolled her eyes. Not that she wasn’t necessarily enjoying the sights her mom was showing off. More than she just felt acting dismissive may give her a psychological edge in this stage of the game. And she was all about gaining every edge she possibly could to win. “Whatever, ya old bat” the woman replied dismissively as she could get herself to speak “I doubt you are going to keep up with me if you lollygag like that,” said the woman in the blue tank top, gently placing a hand down on her chest and looking at her grandmother, who appeared to have dressed for outside running more than a wrestling match. Her son, almost instinctively, grasped at her baggy uniform and was currently tugging on it, trying to get her smother off of his face. And then she rolled off of him, grabbing him by the midsection and gaining control over him, pulling him downward and seeing what she could do to him.

He was in a pickle, a spot even, but somehow he managed to get out of her hug, his skinny body slipping from her arms as he propelled himself onto the other side of the mt, breathing in sharply on his hands and knees, trying to get up on his two feet again. And then his grandma landed on him, a full supplex was soon locked in, and she rolled over, holding his body over her own as she was on the ground, holding his arms with her own and slowly spreading him further and further. She whispered in his ear “tap for grandma” seductively, breathing little hot flashes of breath onto him as she said so, trying to create some overall sense that she was going to totally dominate him, that he was so naturally submissive that he wanted to simply allow her to win. The young man took the words.

“No” he replied, violently trying to tug his way out of the hold, throwing his weight around so recklessly that he was feeling his own joints beginning to strain from getting thrown so hard. Slowly he realized that it may not have been the best idea to throw himself around like this, and he rested in her body, trying to determine another plan as the older woman wrapped her thighs around his, keeping him trapped in her embrace even longer “Noo? Well, I think I am going to have to change that to a yes,” said the woman, as she slid her legs around his, locking their calves together. And suddenly the young and realized what was going on. He shook some more, and the old woman bent his back, forcing him upward in a surfboard hold. He moaned, suspended by straining limbs as he gently shook in the air, doing whatever he could to get out of that hold, nothing seeming to serve as any practical kind of escape as the woman continued holding him aloft. And then suddenly swung her body around, landing him on the ground, stunning him with his pact with the mat, and then throwing her thighs around his neck, trying to choke him out with them as lay her hip across the mat, staring into her son’s eyes.

Once again she was beginning to regret wearing baggy pants. Her son was manipulating the outside layer of them, forcing them in such directions that he gave himself the opportunity to escape, quickly getting his head out from between her thighs, breathing freely for a moment before the same thighs wrapped around his midsection, squeezing him harshly once again as the woman locked her ankles behind his back, bringing him in with periodic pulses of strength that made him whimper in pain. She stared at him, not sure that she was supposed to love causing him suffering, but absolutely sure that she loved it anyway. “Two minutes” Caroline called out, admiring her mother’s work, wondering how long this was going to take. Her snow was doing a pretty good job at resisting being put in a hold, so far. She had to wonder how much longer he was going to effectively resist.

The older woman heard the time “yeah, yeah, I’ll manage” she said, grabbing the man by his armpits, she hugged him close and then rolled him over her, before she grabbed one of his legs with her own leg, and then switched positions on his body, grabbing one of his shoulders with her arms, so that she was grabbing limbs that were diagonal from each other. “Let’s see how you like being stretched out” the woman suggested to him, before suddenly she began to twist his spine, making him cry out again, feeling his entire body being constricted into a shape it was not meant to be, his hand wildly smashing around as he felt himself get more and more compressed inside of her grip, his spine trying to survive what she was doing to him. “Come on,” she said “I don’t wanna hurt you,” she said “well, maybe that’s a fib, the idea of hurting you is very, very tempting. That’s why you should tap, otherwise, my lower urges may take over, and who knows how I’m gonna start treating you once I’ve lost control” she said, giggling to herself girlishly as she kept on applying the pressure to his spine, making him utter and moan in tribute to her strength. She was powerful in the midsection, as most swimmers were, and that power was translating well to the sport of wrestling. He was going to have to find a way out, and fast!

Adam grunted and tugged his entire body against the hold, but his grandmother held him firmly. Caroline watched, nodding as she saw the conservatively dressed grandmother pull down harder and harder, slowly but surely trapping the youngest song in a hold that slowly seems to get tighter and tighter on him. “You like this?” Maggie asked as she finally straightened her spine out, and had her grandson twisting like he wouldn’t believe it. The young man wailed out, trying to break out of the hold, only for it to be applied even harder on his body. The older woman licked her lips right up against his ear. “Seems like I am the one with the advantage here, doesn’t it?” she asked him sultrilly, really leaning in, really making sure he heard and felt each and every breath that came out of her mouth as she landed her own body over him, making sure he was absolutely stuck underneath her goading abilities. The young man very slightly attempted to resist her, but the older woman only pulled him more tightly as he resisted harder, only forced his back into more and more uncomfortable twists as she cackled gently, admiring how she had perfectly captured the young man she had set her sights on. “There we go,” she gently said, pulling him tight enough that it felt like his spine was about to snap, and then just leaving him in the palace. “Are you ready to tap yet?” she asked of him, seeming genuinely curious more so than merely angry, as if she were patiently awaiting an inevitable answer, with no concern for how long things could go on if he truly did resist her, if he truly did try his best to get out of the hold. She twisted her thighs around his single, caught thigh, hard enough that he felt stell chords tightening around him. “Am I going to have to get…serious about all this?” his grandmother asked him, nearly whispering into his ear as she got in close enough that his body was actively rebelling against him. Still, somehow, he managed not to say anything against her. He somehow managed to merely keep his mouth shut and subtly make noises of…pain. “Ahh, there you are, whining” she said, suddenly tightening her grip around him even harder, capturing him in her perfect little hold and dieting how completely stuck he suddenly seems to be within her body’s bonding limbs.

“Hey” his mother said, looking at the grandmother slowly grinding herself into him “Keep in mind that this isn’t over until you can make him sing out in surrender. Or tap, if he can’t talk anymore. So keep on doing what you’re doing, ma, if you want. Just keep in mind that every second you spend failing to elicit an actual surrender is a second I will spend making him tap like the little bitch he is’ Caroline said, blushing as she considered her new role as a domme over her son, wondering if she would take things further than this…well than this weekend was demanding of her. The question was rolling around in her head as she saw her own mother slowly torturing her son into harsher and harsher twists as the young man merely let out occasional screams. The mother looked down at the watch. It had only been three and a half minutes. Much shorter than everything had felt. The match itself had been lightning-quick, the both of them were moving faster than she would expect from, respectively, a nerdy young shrimpy man and an old woman who could collect social security. But the two of them were ready for an athletic contest. Not that Caroline really considered either of them as potential challengers against herself, she considered her superiority to be, for all intents and purposes, a given in a situation like this. Still, she kept observing what was happening, kept on considering how she would do things differently against her own son. Even with his spine tied up like that, the young man seemed devoted to resisting his grandmother’s tugging. Caroline did not think that her mother was applying as much force as she possibly could, Caroline knew from firsthand experience that the old woman could apply intense pressure in a grappling situation, and surely this was no exception. But The old woman was not doing her best right now, was not trying to injure Adam on his birthday. Which was sweet. But Caroline was counting on her own ruthlessness to carry herself to victory. Not that she wanted to hurt her own son or anything, she would never in a million years consider doing something like that. It was just, well, she wanted to really make him feel the kind of pressure she could apply when she wanted to. And if that meant she was going to have to pin him down and make him feel like he was going to explode, so be it. The younger woman licked her lips, watching the scene unfold. “Stay strong, Adam” she said, four minutes had already passed “for now at least. As soon as I’m on that mat feel free to get as weak as your little heart demands of you” the older woman was feeling a bit naughty about how she was speaking by this point, a bit naughty about how she was thinking of this dominant show. But she was still standing there and recording it, still approving of it and making little mental notes about how she would handle things differently once it was her in the ring instead of her mother. And the younger middle aged woman even found herself pressing her thighs together, really staring to appreciate just how good her grandmother looked when she was being dominant against a young man again. If that granny had one big recourse to her name, it was her ability to really give it to a younger man when he needed it given to him. The older woman was a serious, natural domme.

Adam was feeling more like a natural sub than he could ever remember having felt before. The stretch being applied across his body was almost driving him insane. Minutes were passing…or were they second? Were they hours? Time and space were compressing upon him as the pain began hitting him harder and harder, his mind starting to play tricks on him as he failed to focus on much of anything besides how his grandmother’s twisting of his body was making him feel. He bit down on his bottom lip, trying his very hardest to not accidentally release some explosive curse against the woman who was dominating him. But it was hard to stay neutral at a time like this, harder than he would have ever wished it to be. He grunted and groaned, moaned as he felt the arms pull more tightly around his own. The woman was only upping her strength against him. He was staring at his mother looking smugly down at her stopwatch. He was not trying to make either woman lose here. He had been genuinely interested in the outcome of this contest, and never had any intentions of making one fall so that the other would win, or anything crazy like that. He had only wanted to make sure he knew, for his own sake, which one would be a better domme to him. He gulped, but even breathing was growing hard with this intense pressure on his midsection. A mouth slowly dropped to his ear. “Let's make this a bit faster, shan’t we?” it whispered, before suddenly tugging hard across his body. He yelped, unable to make any sound but an uncontrolled declaration of pain as he felt his body slowly being stretched harder and harder, his limit nearly being reached as he reached out impotently, grabbing for anything that could offer him comfort…and he coils ee his mother staring at him, clearly concerned that he was about to tap. “No” he muttered under his breath, hating the idea that he may be forced to tap so soon…but also loving it, and the way his grandparent wrapped around his body, the way she made herself absolutely dominant with such casual grace. She was tugging on him in ways he could hardly even imagine, and his only possible reaction was to moan and approve of this pain being inflicted upon himself. He was loving this but..the pressure in his spine was building up. He began to realize, to understand, to know in the deepest part of his gut that this pressure was about to be too much for him to handle. He tried one last time to pull against his grandmother’s body, but there was no give at all. She had him in a grip so tight that he couldn’t even budge his body anymore. He yelped out, a quiet yelp, a yelp of somebody who could barely even inhale anymore. “Okay!” he shouted, his parents and grandparents both hearing him. And then he reached forward, sighing heavily as he tapped twice upon the ground “I give, I give!” he said, almost crying as his slap sounded across the entire room.

Maggie dismounted quickly, standing straight as a board as soon as she could, looking down at the young man and licking her lips. “That was a lot of fun,” she said almost casually, before walking to her daughter “what was my time, sweetcheeks?” she said with her domme voice, finally starting to embrace the dominant wrestler hidden under her old lady persona all those years, finally starting to feel like she was the monster of men’s nightmares she had pretended to be in the past, finally starting to feel like she was going to teach everybody here a valuable lesson about why they needed to respect their elders at all times. The old woman was looking like a complete monster of confidence as she stood with her hands behind her back, her chest puffed out, her gut sucked in, her chin held high.

“Five minutes,” Caroline said “and three seconds' ' she added, noting that it could come down to a close call. It was technically a little over three seconds, but she had no interest in winning by milliseconds. The younger woman stepped forward, stretching her arms, showing off her powerful shoulders and biceps. ``Hey, are you ready down there?” she asked her son, before surprising him by grabbing her right leg and pulling it up…and up until it touched her shoulder. She looked down almost contemptuously at the young man she had given birth to, her thighs and hips on full display as she showed off her incredible flexibility, looking down at him as if he were nothing but another target to wipe out, her face becoming a mask of aggression…with maybe a little bit of sweetness hiding behind it as he smiled gently at her beloved son. He was a shrimp, but he was her shrimp, and she did have a lot of love for him.

“In a minute,” he said, laying on his back and huffing in air. He felt eyes on him, and he got up, leaning awkward from the pain in his back, he started stretching himself out, slowly feeling his body return to normal limberness. ‘You were awesome, grandma” he said casually as he kept on moving, slowly getting faster and faster “I had no idea that you could do something like that at all, especially not against me,” he said, really trying to express a sense of gratitude and a sense that he was impressed with the older woman's performance. And there was, surprisingly, no detectable malice in his vice. “But before I can really give you a fair rating, I’ll have to see what mom does differently,” he said, finally getting to a place where he could stand on his own two feet. He was still breathing a bit hard, but he spread his arms out like he was ready to fight, leaning his face forward trying to give his mother a “war face”, to make it look like he was ready for the most intense of battles…even if, in actuality, he was a bit scare of what she may end up doing to him when the contest between the two of them got real. “Well, ma,” he said as he stretched one more time, “I think I am ready soon, are you?” he asked, icing a bit of a smug smile.

“Okay, lovebirds,” Margaret said, looking down at her stopwatch, having gotten a good understanding for how it worked “take your positions again, you two can run into each other and try to tear each other’s limbs off when I say go,” she said, watching Caroline and Ada line up against each other. She placed her thumb on the start button, observing her grandson’s breathing “I’ll wait until he’s breathing a bit softer. Don’t want him starting winded” neither of the other two competitors had a problem with that. And the older woman admired how much more fit her 45-year-old daughter looked than her 18-year-old son. There was absolutely no question, in her mind, of who would dominate and win the Thai fight. The question was whether or not he could manage to resist her for longer. And there was a question about that. Despite being such an incredible sprinter, Caroline had never exactly been known to finish off her matches at maximum speed, she had sometimes lollygagged, sometimes been caught up in situations where she didn’t quite know how to counter something. As far as the old lady was concerned, there was absolutely no guarantee whatsoever that the woman was going to beat her record. ‘Kay” said the old lady, slowly ‘You two can go at it….now” she said, the stopwatch beeped as her thumb came down and pressed the button, and both fighters were immediately going low, both staring at each other before they ran into one another.

The clash was fast, Adam apparently sprinting forward and trying to bring the fight to his mother. A bold strategy, if an utterly hopeless one that i immediately and painfully countered against him, his body pressed backward by the woman who was silly manhandling him, easily establishing her own superiority. She actually wrapped her arms around him before too long, picked him up and slammed him on the mat, her own body following closely with his as she wrapped her arms around his head. ‘You like that?” Carolien asked, but prematurely, he had somehow managed to slip out of her grip, trying to get on his hands and feet again. But this fight was, truly, nothing more than a formality. Experience, size, strength, athleticism, these all belonged to his mother, and despite his attempts to worm away from her, she was going to keep dominating him for as long as she possibly could. She was going to apply hold after holding units he got one that felt good and proper to submit him with, and then she was going to submit him utterly. Already he was choking a bit, feeling her arms grasp around him, her face smush against him, her legs wrap around him as she grabbed him and rolled his body over her own, before getting on his back again and lifting him up, easily hoisting him into the air and holding him in palace “You know” the older woman said, on her two feet while her son wasn’t even touching the ground “it is nice to still be able to carry you in my arms after all these years'' she said, throwing him up and catching him just close enough that she could begin to choke him. He reached up, holding her arms but failing to stop their encroach upon him, he was getting choked out this time. And he wildly attempted to pry her arm offs the woman came in close “Sorry, I don't think we’re changing position…well, at least not unless I make us change position” she said evilly, grasping him around the neck even harder, slowly sinking her arm into his throat as she breathed hotly into his ear, letting him know just how helpless he truly was against her as he flailed around impotently in her arms. And then she placed him on the ground again “seems you don’t want to submit to a choke, huh? Maybe there are…other ways I could make a young man like you feel so utterly hurt and humiliated that he had no option left at all but to tap out to his own mom” she said, sounding eviller by the second as she threw him onto the ground,and quickly jumped over him, mounting him, then rolling with him. She twisted her own spine expertly, shoe palace him exactly where he wanted him, manipulating him and continuing to manipulate him until he had him in the exact spot she wanted, and then she started getting a little more serious with him. The woman pulled him in and suddenly turned her body around, wrapping her thighs around his head “there we are. More comfortable for you, isn't it?” she asked him, looking back with a positively malevolent grin on her face as she squeezed his head, making him moan out in pain. He was trapped behind her, his head slowly getting squished harder and harder as the woman merely laughed at how easy he was to control. She was on her forearms, in something like a push-up position as her lower half was suspended in the air, wrapped around her son’s neck as she planked with her ripped abs, looking back on occasion and just barely seeing his hair peeking over the hump of her backside. She twisted her hips, bouncing them around a bit “how does that feel?” she evilly asked him, her smile growing she asked the question, her body beginning to feel stronger with every passing second as she manipulated him freely.

He grabbed the legs and tried to pry them. He grunted and groaned as he did so. There wasn’t much give to be had, the legs were digging into his face and making him choke and making him blind and shoving them into his mom’s butt and he was confused and he kind of loved it. He reached forward, grabbing onto her thighs and trying to get some kind of position where he could see any of what was happening to him. That wasn’t really working out for him, quickly he was realizing he was trapped back there, and he was only brought further and further into his mom’s yoga pants clad butt. He reached around her thighs, trying to pry her off but she only tightened the grip on him her backside held, giggling on occasion as she suddenly and subtly twisted his head around. “What’s wrong, sweetcheeks? Don’t like your mom’s ass in your face?” she said, laughing hard before slapping her left buttcheek. It bounced, the wave of energy hitting him, making him moan, making her crack up with laughter as she heard him moan “there we go, weak little guy gets absolutely dominated, and he knows it” she observed of her son, before returning to the position she had been in, yawning as she kept on squeezing his head between her thighs, gladly taking her position of absolute dominance, knowing quite well that it was unlikely anybody was going to do anything about it…she even looked at her own mom “I think he likes it in there” she said, giggling to herself and then tightening her thighs again, threatening to cut off her son's oxygen, or cut off his head, the way the pressure felt on him. She sighed, slowly rocking her body back and forth with her arms as she kept one waiting for him to surrender “You are not getting out” she said to him “except by tapping. You can resist all you want, but we both know the only at this ends is with you admitting total defeat to mommy’s athletic booty” she said, rolling her hips a bit, moving her body around like she was a snake, forcing her son’s neck to travel all over the place in a motion that looked painful. She smiled down at what she was seeing, loving every second of it as she slowly twisted the opposite way, making his neck swing around once again “I can keep this up all day you know. But I would prefer it if you didn’t show blatant favoritism by letting this knock you out while you let grandma’s boring hold put you into submission in just a few minutes'' his mother chastised him, tightening her thighs around him once again, making him moan and beg once again, looking behind herself with a predatory smile once again as she saw the carnage unfolding on his slowly shaking, whining, crying body. And then she suddenly let him go, let him catch a breath, and then brought him in again “hey, you aren’t trying to get knocked back there, are you?” she asked of her son, almost sarcastically, as she continued to hold him perfectly in place.

He was leaning into her ass by this point. He was not exactly starved for breath, maybe if his mom hadn’t so graciously allowed him that one inhalation, but he did not feel like he was about to fail from having his lungs knocked out of the game. Rather, he was gripping the legs that were manipulating him, and trying to figure out just how much of this he could take. He was face-first in his mom’s butt. But he honestly kind of loved that, it was a very nice ass to be stuck in, an ass he had been admiring for as long as he could remember, one that was really soft and firm, a nice place to rest his face…save for the fact that it was choking him out. He grasped at the thighs, feeling the light fabric of the yoga pants. He could feel his mom’s skin through them, feel body heat, and feel her pulse. She was sighing on occasion, clearly getting a bit bored with this, maybe getting a bit fed up with his refusal to tap easily. But it was his birthday wish, and he wanted to extend things for as long as possible, to have as much fun as possible, to make himself get as humiliated as possible, perhaps, as well. He held on tightly to those thighs as they mercilessly squished his head. He whined gently into that ass, hearing how nobody could hear him, really, through the thick padding of his mom’s hearty rear end. And his hands climbed up it, occasionally trying to pry it from different angles. No dice. His mom had incredibly powerful legs from nearly a lifetime of springing, and they were being tum to work expertly in their goal of keeping his head bot contained and lightly tortured. He slapped her thigh. She looked back and asked if it counted as a tap, his grandmother disputed it. And then she waved her hips around once again “come on, baby by’ she begged for him ‘tap for me. Don’t make me crush that precious little egg head of yours with my powerful, superior thighs” she said to him, giggling to herself “because, believe me, I will, at a moment’s notice, if you only give me the shot” she said, suddenly clamping down on him even harder. She could whine in pain and desperately try to press her off of him. She kept exactly where she was “Oh, I may be close,” she said, tightening again “I may be approaching a point where I have you surrendering, might I? Are you feeling weak? Woozy? Like there’s nothing you can do to resist me? Your body is telling you the truth, you know. There’s no chance of you getting away from me. There’s no chance of you doing much of anything except quitting. So why don’t you just be a good little boy and tap out before things get serious between us? I promise I’ll be a good sport about it if you are. Got it, little one?``she asked him, her thighs squeezing harder and harder upon him as he reached up, trying and failing to get her lower body off of his head. He moaned into those asscheeks, his entire body shaking and trying to find some kind of freedom. Not a chance, he was stuck for the long haul, breathing in his mother’s ass as he tried and failed to escape…not that he wasn’t seeming to enjoy himself.

For her part, Maggie was loving the show. She likes how her daughter trash-talks the young man, showing she made him sound so weak and pathetic and helpless. She also liked how Caroline got really involved in her trash talk, involved enough that she didn’t really notice when the timer passed five minutes and three seconds. Maggie knew she had already won this, and so she kept her eyes on the event unfolding. It wouldn't really be fair to tell them that it was already over, Carolien may stop trying her best, and that would rob Ada of a well-needed submission. And so the older lady just licked her lips and kept on watching the action unfolding before her eyes, kept on lightly fingering the button, every second of action making her wonder if her grandson would finally tap before those titanic, terrific, tyrannical thighs. The daughter of hers had a nice set of legs on her, and those white yoga pants really showed off just how nice that pair of legs were. Every passing second hand Maggie regrets her choice of outfit more and more…and considers what she could dress as tomorrow to properly humiliate and titillate the sons he was trying to defeat in wrestling challenges. She heard that grandson shout out, and then she saw him reaching for the buttcheeks, trying to separate them. Caroline laughed hard. Maggie couldn’t resist adding her own laughter into the chorus “come on” Maggie said to her grandson ‘You know quite well that ain’t gonna work. Either tap or try to resist longer, you aren’t covering anything and you know it”

In his heart he did. He didn’t want to admit it, but he did know that the strength difference was so great that he may as well have been doing nothing at all. And soon enough he found his hand putting itself in place. And the young man, almost high off his mom’s fumes, slowly began to tap on her thigh, signaling defeat. Nearly instantly, his mom released her thighs. The woman showed off a bit, doing a handstand and a split in the air before she rolled back onto her feet, bowing before her mother before looking back on her son. “How was that?” she asked, watching the young man trying his hardest to breathe in, looking like he may explode at any moment in front of the stress that was applied. And so the middle-aged woman turned to her mother instead “How long was that?” she asked her.

“Seven minutes and four seconds,” Maggie said, smiling as she saw her daughter’s brief confusion dn then realizing that she had lost. Maggie put her arm on her daughter’s shoulder “better luck next time, eh?” the older woman suggested, before walking past her daughter, giving the woman a playful slap on the ass as she did so, and sauntering over to her grandson “hey, baby, you doing okay?” she asked, picking him up, cradling his considerably lighter form in her arms and rocking him lightly as he breathed in slowly. And the boys' mom could only find herself smiling at the scene she had seen unfolding. She even walked forward, laughing a bit at all of it as her steps took her closer and closer to the two of them.

“Alright,” Caroline said “I'll admit it, I lost fair and square” she continued “But I think there’s a decent chance for me to redeem myself, by the time all this is over. What do you two think?” she asked, both of them looking back at her. “I mean think about it, I have two more events, and I only lost this one because I lost track of time, I think you will find me to be the one standing on the high pedestal, come Sunday afternoon” she bragged, shaking her body around a bit, really doing everything he could to make herself seem more confident and dominant while showing off her entire body. And she felt eyes on her, and she loved that feeling of being observed. And then a woman slowly walked up to her, and the two of them locked eyes, Caroline staring at her slightly taller mother “What’s wrong, not up for a challenge against your own daughter?”

“Oh, I think you know I’m up for anything,” Maggie said, pressing her torso into Caroline’s, both of them pressing into the other, both of them refusing to move from where they were planted, both of them looking down on the other with very poorly masked contempt.

And Adam got to see all of this unfold, and the excitement it offered home was immense. He crossed his legs, for a moment considering how much he would enjoy tomorrow’s events…then deleting it from his mind, and instead just walking up to the two women, grabbing both of their backs ``I love both of you” he said, pulling them in for a hug. They hugged him back, and soon all three of them were giggling uncontrollably, the young man giggling hardest of all, because today he had managed to live through a dream. And he only hoped he would have another dream to live through the next day, and a third one to live through on that last day. Well, if everything went according to plan, at least. If Not, things could get a bit more…confusing for everybody involved. But he doubted anything like that was going to happen anytime soon. And he felt both of them pulling him in with strong arms, arms way stronger than his own, arms way stronger than women of either of their ages would usually possess. And he couldn’t help but laugh even harder, loving every single solitary second of how they were seeming to make him back into their little object of affection, even after they had fought him so hard earlier that day. His mom and grandma are both awesome, he knew that much.

Saturday came, and the young man who had organized it was so excited he could barely even sit still. He had made sure to tell his mom and grandma everything he could, tried to make them as prepared and as excited at what was about to unfold as he himself was about it all. He had hoped, merely, that he had succeeded in gathering hype for how they were going to have fun playing with him, breaking him, making him theirs. And he was walking with a sense of intense joy as he came down to the basement, where they had wrestled the day before, running down the stairs and nearly jumping into the mat, feeling intense pleasure as he finally made contact with it, feeling like he was totally at peace with the world around himself as he lay down across it, watching the two women who had prepared to be with him that day looking down at him. “Are you two ready?” he asked, alms condescendingly as they both looked at him, showing a sense of pride and a sense of shame at the same time, obviously not quite sure how to deal with just how incredibly excited this young man was about another opportunity to get manhandled mercilessly by these older women. And so they both just stood back and admired his enthusiasm. “Are you two ready to go?” he finally managed to ask, watching the older woman looking down at him . “because I know I am, and I don’t want to rush either of you beautiful ladies” he said, smiling wider as he felt that this was a dream, an expression of a birthday wish on a level he didn’t even consider possible since he was maybe six years old.

“Yeah, I'm excited,” Caroline said, crossing her arms and looking down at him, smiling gently at his form. His mother was dressed in a matching teal outfit. Short shorts that hugged her body, made of something that's stretched over it…and a sports bra of the same color. She looked like a complete goddess to him, possessing agonizing levels of beauty and grace as he stared at her, feeling himself grow more excited. He looked at her abs, firm below her firm breasts, her thighs, showing off all of that carefully honed muscle, her shoulders, ripped and looking way stronger than anything on his own body. Her face, smiling at him, adoring him, making her look like she was really excited just to be there with him. He was woozy, slightly, just from looking at this woman, just from feeling that she would give him the time of day…even if she was his mother, the attention she was giving her today meant more to him than he could ever begin to express. He felt like he was about to start breathing himself in the head with a cartoon mallet from how excited he was. He merely smiled. And his mom crossed her arms “best two of three today, huh?” she said, crossing her arms underneath her bust, showing off her biceps just a bit “don’t expect any mercy from me, honey. I am in it to win it, and I think you’ll find I am more than equipped to put your face in the dust” she said, proudly boasting of her ability. And her son did not for a moment doubt that she was being sincere, and that she was probably right…just looking at her body standing still was enough to tell him that it was going to look totally superior to his in every conceivable way. He stood up and gently crossed his hand over his crotch.

“don’t give yourself too much credit,” Maggie said, we walking in and sweating her daughter’s butt, before looking down at her son “You neither, I don’t think you understand what an old lady like me is ready to do in a situation like this,” she said, raising both of her arms and flexing, showing off a lot more bicep meat than you’d expect from a thin woman of her years. She was wearing a baggy t-shirt and loose-fitting jeans. She had strongly considered wearing her leotard today but that just seemed a bit tasteless, considering what was going to be repeatedly attempted today. The snow was going ga-ga over how both of them looked, his grandmother looked a threatening as she did mature as she stood over him like that. He wanted to really feel her use her strength against him, to truly feel what it was like when she forced him into any number of embarrassing or difficult to escape holds. He put his neck forward, feeling absolute delight at the idea that she may actually be rough with him on purpose, may actually go out of her way to abuse him and mess with him a bit, if she was feeling like it. He gulped, trying to look slightly less humiliated as he suddenly looked away from the older woman. She walked to him, gently placing a hand upon his head, patting down on him. “Are you ready to really push yourself…to really push us?” he asked of him, before reaching wow and grabbing his chin, forcing him to look up at her “because I gotta say, I am more than ready to make a little fool of you” she said, before leaning in and gently kissing him on the forehead. And suddenly he was walking backward, woozy from the affection, super excited about the contest today, and generally feeling like the luckiest man alive. The old woman looked at her daughter, extending a hand out “play for the first one to go?” she asked the younger woman, smiling just a bit as she asked the question to the lady who she would be so harshly competing with today, knowing that they would probably only grow more and more competitive as things went on today.

“Naw,” said the daughter “You went first last time. I will go first this time. I don’t want any whining out of you about how unfair this is, today isn’t about you,” she said, gently kissing her mother on the cheek and walking to her son, arms crossed as she looked down at him ‘So, face-sit first, huh? Am I gonna have to wrestle you into position, or are you gonna be a good little boy and let mommy sit on her throne just right?” she asked, feeling herself vibrate with pleasure at how utterly she was already dominating all of this, feeling herself like she was some kind of goddess-like he was utterly above her son who very respectfully got on his back, showing his face to her and smiling at her. “Well, guess that answer’s my first question, doesn’t it?” she said, turning around and shaking her ass all over the place. Her son was enjoying the show as he saw his mom dance a bit. She had always been great at dancing and had always enjoyed doing it. And he enjoyed watching her dance more than he maybe should have, the way her hips bounced was somewhat…hypnotizing, to pardon the pun. And the way she could throw her ass around, make it bounce, but always returned it to the delightful bubble of its natural shape…well it had him feeling like he was falling in love with her butt. The woman kept on mocking him with her ass as her mom got the stopwatch ready, looking at her daughter and smirking just a bit as she slowly laced her finger down on the button.

“Okay, Caroline,” Maggie said, watching her daughter mock her grandson with her ass, kind of subtly appreciating how nice it looked when she was so far up there, shaking herself like there was no tomorrow “basic rules, get him to tap in as little time as possible;e. Let’s see if you can’t make it in under a minute” Maggie was already feeling like her work was cut out for her today. As soon as Caroline had demanded the first opportunity, Maggie had known her daughter was getting serious. And she knew that a serious, dominant woman would probably have an easier time coxing a tap out of somebody than a meeker, more submissive woman. And Maggie was practically dancing above the face of the young man. She was showing athleticism and showing that she knew a lot about how to move around her own butt. And the older woman found herself biting down on her lips before she finally gave the word ‘' she said, watching with intense interest, glee even, at how the daughter from forty years ago was going to go about dominating the son from eighteen years ago. It was…overwhelming for her.

Caroline sat down fast, her ass immediately going over her son’s face. She smiled at the woman with the stopwatch, rolling her ass around just a bit..a.dnt then, just, sitting. She was looking at Maggie intensely, showing a smugness that was almost unknown to her in her younger years. But she knew that he was going to win this, because even in her advanced age, Caroline knew for a fact that he possessed a perfect ass. As soon as she laid it across her son’s face, she could feel a major difference in how he was acting, in how he was reacting to things. She knew that she had done her job, had sealed his face in, and nearly locked away the key, too. He was moving and moaning under her butt, but there was no hope for him. She had sealed his face, there would be no escape, just laying there and slowly feeling his world drain away from him as the ass succeeded in removing any and all oxygen he may have had before, in making him lose all of his air as she slowly rubbed it across his face. That ass of hers was a well-honed and very deadly weapon, and just now she was truly showing off how completely she could use it to dominate somebody if she felt like it. She sat across his face with glee, and some smugness staring at her mother as she did so “I think he’ll be out any second” she said, offering her mom an idea of how confident she was, and the son did seem trapped underneath her. The thin fabric of her tight shorts was doing nothing to offer him more air, even though that layer of material, the flesh was doing its job of cutting off any and all air that may have been coming in from him. He reached up once, his hand looking utterly confused, waving wildly, shaking in fear as it slowly but surely reached up. Caroline didn’t even look at it, just kept her eyes glued to her mother’s body as this little play unfolded.

For her part, Maggie was definitely impressed with what she was seeing. She was sure she was going to see something star and end in no time flat but something else entirely was unfolding before her eyes…she was seeing an absolute stomp. The woman had just pressed the button and already the young man was preparing to tap out, was looking terrified of what was happening to him, desperately reaching upward…and slowly finding his mom’s bra. He tugged on it once. And then he realized she was as seedy as a stone on top of him. And he tapped, hard, on her back the woman sprung off of him, jumping into the air as he sucked in a breath, trying to sit up but collapsing on his side halfway through pulling his abs taught, wheezing a few times as his mom casually stepped toward his grandmother. “Well, well, well,” she said “seems like I had a bit of an advantage over him at that time, didn’t it?” she asked her mom showing off her perfect teeth as she smugly posed in place, allowing Maggie to see her in front of ht destruction she had just caused, allowing Caroline to get just a bit dim comforted with how easily a casually the woman had managed to go up against her own son. And then the woman spoke up again “So” she said, demandingly “How short was I against him?” she asked, rolling her head around, her blonde hair following her delighted motions.

“Fast” admitted her mother, looking down at her watch “very fast,” she said, surprised by what she was seeing “You took him out in fifteen seconds' 'she said, handing the watch off to her daughter and walking toward her grandson. The young man was holding his neck as he tied to breath more normally, tried to get some even huff so air past his throat a few taps on his back had him breathing a bit more normal again, and some cuddling and him calming down “I really have my work cut out for me this time, don’t I?” she asked to do the young man, who nodded in agreement of her assessment of things. She kissed him on the cheek, and then stood up “well, take as long as you want to recover, and then I will do my best against you” his grandmother said, before turning round to meet the eyes of her daughter, who was watching with an intense sort of interest and an evil glint in her eyes as the old lady talked calmly to the young man.

“You...you could just sit on him now,” said her daughter “Your old, flabby ass won’t be able to create the same kind of seal as this did,” the daughter said, angling her body she kept her eyes locked on her mother, showing off her ass and slapping it, letting it bounce “go ahead, take whatever advantage ya want, you won’t make it under my time” she continued to mock, wondering just how her mom is going to react to this onslaught of words…that woman was never supre predictable when it came to stuff like his, so at this specific moment the woman was kind of prepared or anythings a potential answer to the challenge she had just issued. And she saw the old lady definitely stand, hands on her hips and eyes intensely trained upon her younger daughter, looking like she had no time for any of this as she slowly cleared her throat, clearly preparing some kings of impassioned speech, her daughter stood for it, showing enough respect to be interested in what her elder had to say to her, even if she knew it was going to be her coping about how her ass wasn’t as nice as her daughter’s ass was.

“I may not have the exact same shape of booty as I did when I was fifty, but I think I may still have a few little tricks up my sleeve,” the old lady said, leaving it at that as she looked back at her grandson, seeing him slowly rising up, slowly getting some air down his throat, slowly looking up, staring at the athletic older woman right in front of him. He gently waved at her, she gently feedbacks, the two of them were locking eyes for a few hot seconds before he slowly got back on the floor, breathing hard “I can wait a bit longer” she said, intimidated by how well her daughter’s ass had sealed his face. She knew, by this point, there was no way she was going to succeed in beating her daughter’s time. But her pride dictated she had to try her best, either way, had to try anything she could to get a proper pin over her son’s face and force him to breathe nothing but her shorts for as long as it took for him to tap.

“I think I'm ready,” said the young man, looking up at his grandmother. She waited for him to breathe a bit slower before she got above him, rolling her own ass around a bit, allowing her grandson to see it bouncing in her loose shorts. It was not a perfect ass, by any means, but it was an absolutely stellar butt for a woman her age. Great, even for a nineteen-year-old, as far as he was concerned at least. He saw it bouncing above his head and he instantly knew that there were going to be a few hard knocks against him, that that ass was going to really put him in a loop, challenging everything he thought he knew about himself. He breathed in, holding the air for a few seconds before slowly letting it out. And then he slowly breathed in again. And that was when the older woman dropped herself on top of him, her ass immediately sealing over his face as she suddenly grabbed his hands, pinning his wrists down to the ground at the same time her ass pinned his face down, making him feel well and truly trapped under her butt and the older woman made sure to stare at her daughter as she played out that entire little drama of trickery, making sure to intimidate as hard as she possibly could all the while. And she seemed to have some effect, her daughter was at least somewhat impressed with what she was seeing play out right in front of her eyes.

Adam was trapped down there trapped in a way he was never trapped before, for as long as he could remember. his lower body could swing around with how completely his upper body was trapped, he threw a few bicycle kicks into the air, making sure he wasn’t going to get out of it that way, before consigning himself to a slow defeat under his grandmother’s fat ass. And a fat ass it was, one that was really molding around his head…but it was not his mom’s ass. E had a small flow of air coming in, as opposed to the total vacuum sea his mom’s butt created dove this face. He couldn’t say how much that was because of the different shape, or just because she was wearing shorts that fit more loosely and allowed some hair to pass through them. Either way, at that particular moment he was not feeling like he was mere seconds away from asphyxiation. Not to say, though, that his grandmother’s ass-smother was any kind of cakewalk. Heh, cakewalk…

No, he felt sealed away down there he felt like he was getting smothered further and further, and squished underneath her weight the fact that his hands were pinned down made her feel about a million times heavier than his mom had, even though he was pretty sure they were practically the same weight (thee two of them would have heated arguments over three pound differences, and what they meat. Usually the difference was his mom being heavier…) and the woman on top of him really went in with her ass, really rubbed it all over his face and made him feel like he was getting his skull flattened down there. He had no idea how long he was down there. Could have been five seconds, could have been twenty minutes for all he knew. He kept on ticking into the air, trying to free himself, only exhausting himself as he slowly felt his entire world begin to sink away from his eyes. He screamed into the ass, and he felt like there was no way left for him to do anything. And then he considered if he could tap now to last longer. Well, he was supposed to be fair to her. He had to last as long as he possibly could…

And the younger woman was watching the stopwatch. She decided to play a naughty trick on her mother, pretending to be very concerned about the time even though they were already past seventeen seconds. But that is what the woman got for fooling her about how much longer it took to take out the son on the first day. The woman in the skimpy outfit acted afraid…even if she was actually, legitimately impressed with some of what she had seen today. Certainly, her momo was capable of using her weight effectively against the son, and certainly the older woman was capable of using her willpower to go all-in on a mission, even if it seemed hopeless. Caroline massively respected both, almost feeling bad about pulling a fast one on her own mom as she kept looking down at the stopwatch, watching second after second tick by, pretending she was worried. And then, finally, the son distinctive tattered, tapping his knuckles against the mat. And the older woman shot into the air, standing triumphantly and strutting to her daughter, matching the watch from her hand and immediately looking down at it, only to grow red in the face.

“Thirty seconds, huh?” Maggie said, admiring how her daughter had so deftly tricked her. And then she looked back at her grandson who was breathing easier now than he had been after being sealed in his mother’s butt. And then the older woman looked back at her daughter ‘still, I guess I have to respect you for following me' ' admitted the older woman, going up to her daughter and grabbing her ass with both hands while landing a single kiss on Caroline’s cheek ‘You impressed me out there. Probably burnt some memories permanently into Adam’s mind, too. Wanna see what we can do if we keep going against him?” the older lady suggested, immediately having her daughter giggle with delight at the very idea of it all. And the snow was still gasping for hair when he felt his mom’s arms on his shoulder. She froze up again, feeling her star to massage him.

“I won,” she said “By a lot. But it was a fun little contest. Are you ready to start the next one yet?” she asked, seeing him look back, his eyes still a bit bloodshot. Ad this time she lifted him up, easily cradling his body as she gently rubbed his nose “Oh, it's okay, you can take as long as you want to recuperate, I know ‘i'm gonna win the next contest anyway” his mom said, before looking at his grandmother and smiling “You wanna wait for him, maggie, or you want to go ahead and get him while he’s still recovering” she smugly said “either way, I think i am going to win.

“Don’t get cocky already” Maggie said “the score is still 0-1 in my favor and will be until all three of these minigames are sorted out” the old woman said, looking down at her son and up at her daughter “and I think I have two more victories in me today. And another one tomorrow?” she said, even more smugly than before. And then she looked back down at her grandson again. ``Oh yeah, sweetie, what is the next contest?”

“Grapevine '' he said, and immediately Maggie sprang with excitement, obviously thinking she had a pretty good chance of winning this one. His mom tried to dismiss it, but even then she was feeling like this was going to be, at best, a hard-fought victory for herself, she even found herself looking back at the woman, noting how harder body seemed to be as she prepared for what was, no doubt, going to be a pretty hard-fought battle against their little male descendent here.

“I go first” Maggie unilaterally decides on her daughter's face. “You went first last time, and I go first this time,” she said, looking at her son and giving him a big wink and a little thumbs-up, seemingly expecting that to mean something to him, mostly leaving him a bit confused about what the woman was trying to say to him. He tried to remain obedient, however, and he stood up, awkwardly standing in apple and waiting for whatever this was to sort itself out as he stepped around just a bit, hoping he was going to get some nice sense of defeat from all this, even if he didn’t necessarily like watching his mother and grandmother get in a fight like this right in front of him. They were pressing foreheads together, already competitive enough that they barely seemed to recognize his presence there anymore. That was…probably good? Probably meant he would experience a decent bit of punishment from both, at the very least, he told himself. Maybe that meant they would both be really cruel to him once they were holding him…letting their rage out on his body/ He gently giggled at the idea, loving the thought of his mother and grandmother both going absolutely rage mode on him, both taking him down as far as they could with their bodies, making him tap and whimper and…and he was getting too far with his self, so far all they were doing was playing rock-paper-scissors.

And Maggie watched her daughter's face as the old woman won again. Caroline had always shared losing games of chance and did a very bad impression of a graceful loser before backing off and allowing her mother to begin to dictate things. The older woman walked in, facing off against the son and getting low, spreading her arm out and grinding her delighted grin ‘this” she said through the teeth “is going to be more fun than you could possibly imagine” she said to him, a continuum to expertly, deftly balance as he looked on at her, scared of how she was going to treat him once things got serious. He moved forward, slightly, and just like that the woman was on top of him pressing him down with her hand and doing whatever she could trap him between her thighs in as deadly a lock as he could come up with at that specific moment.

Caroline was impressed, despite herself, at the show she was getting when she watched her son go toe to toe with her mom. The woman was grabbing him from below, rolling with him, and easily pinning him down, spreading out his legs and using her colossal core strength to spread them as far as possible. Adam had always been a bit limber, but not really impressively so for such a little guy. As the limbs on his body got stretched more and more, he released screams of pain. His mom was impressed by how completely masochistic that young man could be, he went through pains he could hardly even imagine, sometimes just for a kick. Not that she minded much when she was called on to supply the pain, just that she was impressed that he would even go through with it in the first place, was all. She observed the legs getting split, further and further, the young man seeming positively distraught as the legs were pulled across his body, making him look at the woman who was making him do the splits, feeling her spread his legs further and further as he whimpered out once again, falling into a sense of utter terror, giving everything he could do the woman holding him down, making Maggie feel like a complete goddess while his mom was just stunned he had been so completely destroyed in five seconds…but how much could he could get destroyed before he had been so broken that he couldn’t get up again…or at least so broken that he was ready to surrender. She did, sometimes worry that his masochism would get him seriously hurt. But right now Caroline was just worried about why she found it so hot to see her mom dominate her son like that. A question she sealed for a later date as she saw the hold get apple id at an even worse angle for the young man it was being sued against. He sighed out loudly, breathing with a strained quality to his voice as he was bent, even more, ground even further to the earth. He was clearly considering tapping…but no, not yet. He still had more tricks he wanted to try before he was going to call it quits. She respected that about her son if nothing else. He was willing to ride things through even if there didn’t seem like much of a chance of any kind of alternative outcome. His mom appreciated how he was ready to try his hardest in hopeless situations, hoping she had been the one who installed that quality in her son’s head.

In all honesty, the situation was somewhat delightful to the son, the pain was just bordering on too much for ten seconds…pretty much the entire time he had been in that hold. And then he raised an arm, feeling the pain get even worse, his legs spread even wider…and then he tapped, he was out of it, he knew that there was no longer any chance of victory, and he was just glad to have the opportunity to leave things on his own terms, rather than get totally quashed once again in order to make some kind of half-hearted moral point. He was slowly lowering his hand when he felt his grandma up her pressure again, and then he tapped as many times as he could as quickly as he could, even after he was released he kept on tapping for good measure, even as he was slowly pulled away, allowed to stand on his feet again, his thighs and highs wand growing felt like they had been through a taffy stretcher. His mom patted his head. “Okay there, champ?” she asked him.

He groaned, slightly lowering his body “Oh yeah” he said with a bit of sarcasm “never been better, actually” he continued, looking up at his mom and grandmother, who both seemed more concerned than entertained at what he had just said “No, but I really am fine. Just..just give me a few minutes and I will be up to get another hold put on me. Just give me a few” he practically begged. Neither of them seemed to have had a problem with it, and he nearly collapsed onto his hands and knees, letting himself down there as he breathed regularly, finding his breath wasn’t really doing much to make him seem any less agonized by what had been done to his lower body. No, he would have to wait on that to naturally heal itself, however long that may end up taking.

“Well” his mom said, hand on her hips, looking his grandmother in the eyes ``fifteen seconds. Impressive, most impressive” the mom continued, looking down at her son, and then up at her mom again, “I think I can beat that though'' she said, walking away from her mom, brushing shoulders with the older woman before walking to right in front of where he was, the woman lift the rose up from the ground and cradled him ‘there there I’ll let your groin get better before I put the hurt on it” she nuzzled her nose against his, and in all honesty, his grandmother thought it looked quite adorable, the way his mom is babying him from up there. But she would have to soldier on and make sure that this upcoming display of brutality and of total combination was as cruel as it was meant to be. And so the grandmother groped at the watch, watching her daughter's back as she cradled the young man. Caroline really did have a wonderful ass, and Maggie sometimes wondered how much of that came from her dad…who did look quite nice back in his day.

“Okay” said the older woman “I have set the space. I don’t think you have a ghost for a chance at beating my time. But you want to, so I am going to allow you, graciously, to have the opportunity to attempt to compete with me. I know it's a big favor for me to offer you completely free of charge, but I guess that just proves how wonderful of a mom I am, doesn't it??” she said, sarcasm palpable through the entire speech, even if her daughter and daughter’s son both seems to be taking it as legitimately how she felt…and maybe to some extent it was how she actually felt, it could be hard to tell sometimes when she was being mean because she enjoy being mean and when she was being mean because she was mad. ‘Anyway, whenever you two feel you can start, you have my permission. The timer is set and I am looking forward to seeing my record not get beaten” she said, looking at the mom holding her son, stunned as the mom suddenly came crashing down onto the earth, her son coming down with her as she suddenly began to apply a great hold up her son’s lower body.

The pain from earlier was grouping in with the new pain. It was not a super pleasant experience but it was a super intense one…which kind of made it pleasant to the masochistic young man as he felt thismelf stretched further and further out, his thighs threatening to snap as his groin felt utterly tortured by what was happening. He did, however, feel like a lot of that had to do with his grandmother stretching him earlier. Not that his mom was bad at applying his hold on him, just that she wasn’t giving in to the same incredible strength and cruelty that his grandmother had just managed against him. He closed his eyes tightly, trying not to give in before she had broken him in half. He felt that his thighs were taking this quite well after a few seconds, but that his inner groin, the ligaments, and muscles…those were beginning to break down rather quickly, maybe the way he was being pulled was a bit too much for him. He began gently rocking underneath his mother's hold. She simply placed a hand on his face. “Shush,” she told him continuing to silence him as she looked at her own mother, smiling as she continued her casual dominance, as she continued totally break down the other person within her power, her smile growing wider and wider as she saw a look of concern on her mother’s face…one that looked more genuine than the last one.

Maggie actually was a bit scared that the deer record would be busted this time. She would have already lost. She Guessed they would have the third of today’s contest anyway, but even then, if she had already lost..well she told herself her hurt pride would make her a bad domme in the third contest. But maybe it was just a way for her to excuse being so concerned about her own pride over her son’s birthday wish as she looked down, seeing her son being dominated but…maybe not as absolutely dominated as he had been when she was dominating him. And slowly she felt herself grow less worried, seeing her son being stretched but resisting it to some extent. Seeing him moan out in pain, but have his lips covered and voice silence briefly…wondering if maybe it was not going to turn out so badly, after all. And the older woman looked down at the younger one, easily grabbing both of his legs, and through her excitement, she also firmly felt like things weren't going to exactly go perfect for the older women…that’s just what her feelings were to her at this point.

The woman grunted, going in deeper and deeper on him, humming to herself as she used every muscle in her body, trying to summon all of them at once and use every bit of power she could as she desperately struggled to get his legs so separated that he would finally tap out. She struggled and struggled, deeply breathing inward as she tugged on him. He wasn’t resisting, really. He was trying to, sure, but he was weak enough that his efforts were barely even felt. The real contest was between his mother and his body. And despite all the effort, she was putting in, his body didn't seem to be falling fast enough for her. He huffed harshly, bringing her entire weight to bear upon his legs, finally getting a major amount of separation, it looked like nearly ninety degrees, and then closer to one hundred and ten degrees, feeling him stain and strain till finally, she looked at her mother, smiling.

And Maggie smiled back. The stopwatch already said it had been nearly twenty seconds. And even as the son yelled out one final time, striking the ground repeatedly in a desperate, fast motion, the match had already been decided. She had lost it was a good match, but she had taken twenty seconds to make him tap, as opposed to her mother’s fifteen. The woman got up, slowly, walking to her mom and wiping sweat from her brow. “Well,” she said “that was a good game. I think we both had good showings. But I guess we are getting into the real meat of it now, aren’t we Maggie?” she asked, before she stretched her back, relieving the pressure on her own spine she had generated, the pains she had gained from performing such a harsh series of movies on her own son.

“Yes” her mom agreed “seems like we have time to do one more test.” she looked at her grandson. “Adam, are you feeling alright? Do you feel like we can engage in a final little test of strength against you? I understand you wanted to end with headscissors? Is that still the case?” his grandmother asked him, standing far enough away that he had to go get up on his butt again to see her. He felt the pressure on his back as he did so. He spread his legs, feeling the soreness sting him like a bunch of little knives jammed in his groin. This was going to hurt in the morning ‘Oh, Grandmother” she said “You have no idea how much I need it” he said, looking at her with a huge smile on his face. She didn’t fail to notice the bulge in his pants either as he looked longingly at the very fit older woman.

Maggie turned to Carolina, looking at her daughter's ass once again. And what a nice ass it was. Probably deadly in this contest too. She Hadn't, by Maggie's reckoning, used it to its full power last time. Almost nervously, Maggie touched her daughter’s butt. She was surprised by her daughter returning the favor, grabbing a handful of Maggie’s butt and smiling at her. And the two women giggled at each other, knowing how weird this was, but loving every second of it. “Anyway,” Maggie began, blushing “we have another challenge to perform, another way the two of us must compete for the attention of this young man,” she said, smiling “are you going first, or are we gambling for it, or what?”

“Clearly,” Caroline said plainly “The fates want us to switch off. So go ahead, use that big, flabby ass of yours” Caroline said, pinching at each syllable for emphasis. She was exaggerating, of course, the ass was pretty tight, just not perfect like her own way “To try your best to suffocate this little boy. I guess you could win if some miracle happens. And who knows, maybe it will” she said, before delivering a powerful swat to the other woman’s ass, watching it jiggle, she giggled to herself at the sight before walking back to the stopwatch, grabbing it in her palm and looking at the woman who was slowly approaching her son. The mom licked her lips, knowing that this was going to be a great showing of athletic dominance. Her mom’s swimmer’s body was pretty well suited for a task like this, at least…

“Okay, assure the position when you are ready,” Maggie said, squatting down to talk to her grandson. He was slow to turn around, slower to get properly on his knees. But he did so. And his grandmother smiled at him for that. She got on her hands and feet, and then she placed her feet on her grandson's shoulders, and then began walking back on her hands, her legs slowly sliding up his neck until she had him in her crotch. He looked around at her legs, noting the stringy, dense, lithe muscles on her legs. He knew firsthand how powerful her body was, that even with her advanced age she was a force to be reckoned with. That only made him more excited as he sat there, trying to sit in perfect silence as the legs around him slowly started coming to life, slowly starting to wrap around his head. He breathed in the tight hot air coming from her genital area, closing his eyes and trying not to do anything to embarrass himself terribly, feeling that what was about to happen to him could possibly be the most intense experience of the night. He reached down, feeling that he was already rock hard, and he wasn’t even beings squeezed yet. Being Thai close to another woman’s ass was certainly doing something for him as he sat there, breathing hot breath all over the woman as she backed up into him.

And mom suddenly clicked the time start button, and then the legs suddenly wrapped around his neck, viciously grabbing him and squeezing him with so much force he was sure he was briefly blinded by it. His hands shot up, handling the legs as well as he could, which is to say not very well at all as the woman viciously squeezed his head for all she was worth. “Oh, yes” moaned Maggie, not having done this to anybody in quite some time. Her heels were hooked together and her thighs were like iron as they slowly began to squeeze harder and harder, nearly totally surrounding his face as he was trapped between them. He was brought forward, nearly into her ass as she shook her backside, swinging his neck around painfully as his head was stuck in the palace, relative to her. Clamped in the precisely powerful thighs coming from her big, strong, muscular ass. He breathed in, smelling Maggie's sweat as she squeezed him harder and harder bringing him into her, sighing heavily as he kept at squeezing him, making something of an example of him as she huffed onward, squeezing him even harder than she had been just a second ago. And he was very, very impressed by the way her thighs were so expertly hanging on to his head. He felt desperate, even, at the very thought that he was about to be squeezed into nothingness by those divinely powered thighs.

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His momo was impressed. She Had never seen anything like this before. Her own mom was going all-out, and her legs almost looked like they were changing shape. She could clearly see veins that weren't visible at all before popping up, and striations that shouldn’t have even been there taking clear shape below the skin. The woman was squeezing him like she was powered by some kind of supernatural force. And her daughter was all for it as she saw the chaos unfold. She was crossing her thighs, shaking her hips around, realizing that she was actually growing more than a little bit aroused at how well her mom was using her lower body, and at how completely she soon seemed to be suffering as a result. Nobody ever said she was a perfect mom, anyway. She wasn’t feeling very perfect as she took so much glee in sewing her son getting absolutely squeezed into a paste by those powerful legs, making them look more powerful than human limbs rightly should have been able to grow. The mom started to touch her own thighs, feeling the lust inside of herself grow, trying not to let it take over anything she considered how if she was going to stay this distracted by her sexual desire, she could very well miss it when her son finally tapped out. That got her to calm down slightly, to focus slightly more on trying to make sure she was seeing a fair game, and slightly less on how unreasonably horny she was to see such an incredibly erotic drama take place right before her eyes. She bit down hard on her lower lip, her upper lip bending into all sorts of wacky shapes. She realized it had only been five seconds and already she was entranced by the way her mom was absolutely pummeling her son into dust, squeezing him like she was some kind of steamroller and he was some helpless pastry who had been set up in front of her. The image itself had Caroline laughing, giggling at the absurdity of all this, of her own son so willingly getting absolutely hammered into oblivion by an older woman from nothing but a strong masochistic urge to feel as much pain as humanly possible. The woman reached down, even, lightly playing with herself…telling herself she was merely adjusting her shorts as she saw the drama unfold before her eyes, watching as her mom totally enclosed her legs around that poor teenager’s head, showing no mercy to him, ad taking what was obviously a great deal of pleasure in torturing him like that.

“Fuck” Maggie said, feeling as much power as she ever had in her life as she squeezed the very life from her grandson, her legs standing out, the muscles on them looking unspeakably powerful as she kept on drilling her strength into the young an’s face, making him beg and pleased and cry and struggle, all vainly before her powerful thighs. She looked back, occasionally, smiling at how she was keeping him so completely held at bay with nothing but her own thighs. She sighed just a bit, letting up slightly and letting him catch a slight breath…only to attack him again halfway through that breath, making him cry into her ass with enough volume to vibrate her entire lower half “Oh fuck, there we go” she whispered, feeling his resistance light her up more and more, squeezing him harder and harder as she looked back, watching him try to pry her legs off of him, failing at every turn to so much as getting a grip on her. He was going to fail, he was going to fall to her ceaseless squeezing. She could feel she was going to totally make it, to pound whatever time her daughter ended up making into the dust she also felt bad for speeding through this, she felt like if she put her stuff down and took some time she could do this nice and slow and make it the most incredibly erotic experience in her or her grandson's life. Hell, maybe make watching it the most erotic experience of Caroline’s life, either. The woman giggled at the idea, continuing to squeeze harder and harder, huffing out as she going herself going in to a boy who was resilient through his masochism, who wanted to be squeezed as hard as possible, who would have a hard time being forced into anything simply because he had a tendency to enjoy consequences more than he enjoyed rewards. And she kept on squeezing him, looking back at him as his body was nearly taught with pain, his shoulders aching below herself. She bit down, set her teeth, and sent as much strength as she could into him, seeing if she should squeeze him hard enough that he would be nearly instantly forced to submit against her. It was a big if, but she was willing to gamble a bit on something like that.

He was feeling the intense pain and the head of it all. He was feeling like he was being sawed in half, or like he was being forced to worship, or maybe like one of a hundred other tortures he could think of. Whatever it was, it was intense and it was attracted to his head and neck, and it wasn’t stopping any time soon. He reached up, grabbing at the thighs as they wrapped around him, feeling the urge to try to throw them off…he didn't. He tried his very hardest to stand up against the incoming walls of flesh, the nearly diamond-hard muscle that was failing to give at all no matter how hard he pressed into it. He would have been breathing fast if he could breathe at all. But he wasn't, he was quickly falling before those legs. He raised up a single hand, meekly, and he considered it had taken everything he could take. And then there was that final explosion of strength into him, and everything suddenly changed. He couldn't afford to try his hardest anymore, he was at his breaking point and he knew it. His hand came down, roughly, messily, collided with a leg that was choking him out before he was finally let free, choking a few breaths as he fell into the mat, nearly knocked out. The woman studio above him, having used our incredible athleticism to get up very quickly. She grasped at her thighs. They hurt, just a bit, from how hard she was quizzing him. “Not that it matters smooch” she speculated, hearing him wheeze harder and harder ‘I mean, you were my last challenge of the day after all,” she said, looking back at his mom, she smiled, extending her leg in to f her. She erotically rubbed her hands down her leg, showing off how supple the skin still was, how hard the muscles still were, how sexy she was despite her age. “How was that?” she asked her daughter, knowing full well it was an incredible show. She Had seen her daughter target aroused before. There was no question whatsoever that this was it. She wanted Carolien aroused, she guessed. The next round was important, and anything that may have given Caroline reason to pause, to even slow down for a single second…well, anything like that would mean an advantage for her, wouldn’t it the older woman licked he lips, continuing to rub all the way down he thighs before she suddenly stopped, staring at her young daughter again, and then placing her foot on the ground. “I asked,” she said almost casually, suddenly holding her arm behind her back, her chest puffing out as she turned her head slightly in a curious motion that looked playful, but that she knew where the daughter would rightly interpret as beings something a bit more…meaningful is showing the woman's emotions strength “How was that performance against your son? I think it was quite good. What do you think of it?” She was growing audibly impatient now, standing there and slightly waving her body around at this point, nearly desperate for some kind of information on how that show was. Her daughter was taken aback for a moment, shaking her head loose of any wrong ideas before she finally managed to communicate a stance toward her mom. And Maggie made sure to keep on sauntering at her, keep on looking distractingly sexy and dominant, keep on making the other woman second guess herself and feel like she was vulnerable as she leaned in, asking with her eyes as much as anything else, how she had done in that last little show of hers. She smiled widely, leaning far forward. Her grandson got a good view of her ass as her daughter got a good view of her older mother’s face. The younger woman gulped before she finally managed to get an answer out edgewise, having some trouble even saying the words of it.

“You did good” she managed to finally say “really good. Like, I am impressed with how well you did,” the daughter said. And she broke into a smile. Somehow she found her confidence again. Maybe that snide little insult did it for her, maybe her arousal was making her confident, maybe she just saw how scared her son was “I mean, 15 seconds isn't bad, not the worst time so far” she said, tossing the stopwatch at her mom, who caught it skillfully as the woman stepped forward looking down at her son and crossing her arms ``I guess I will have to go twice as hard into you now, won’t I?” she asked, rubbing her chin just a bit and smiling brightly, clearly having every plan on making this entire experience as domineering as possible for him “But yes, fifteen seconds, a hard time to beat, for any of us it seems. lowest st time so far on both the others. But something tells me” the mom says, really shaking her entire body as she walks up to her son, before gently grabbing his head and pressing it against her hip “something tells me that I may do better against him than you would expect of me. Who knows, maybe I will even make you think twice about being so cocky” she said, her smile growing more and more predatory as she looked her mom directly in the eye, feeling the sense of power she had earlier felt within herself grow and grow, seemingly without end as she saw the other woman look at her with a sense of…bewilderment? Wonder? Something that seems to shout that Maggie was no longer as confident in her own time as she had portrayed herself as when she had just won.

“Very well,” Maggie said, looking down at the stopwatch “assume the position,” she said, and the mom was on her hands, with her ankles on her son’s shoulders in no time flat. Maggi got a good look at her daughter’s body in that position, admitting how nice it looked like that. She saw the curves along her hips., the muscles along her back, the straight line of her spine imprinted within those muscles. But her daughter was a total knockout, had been for decades, and continued to be one today. The grandmother had always had trouble even pretending to guide how beautiful and sexy she thought her daughter was. “Okay,” said the elder woman, looking down at her daughter “You know the drill. Try your best and we’ll see how things go. And go ahead as soon as I press down on this button,” she said. Her daughter was jumping the gun, slightly, already wrapping her meaty thighs around her son’s neck, looking upward at her mother and impatiently waiting for that button to be pressed. Well, this girl really wanted to prove she could beat her own mom? Maybe she would, there was never a guarantee with this kind of thing.

Adam was stunned to be this close to his mom’s ass again. Her teal booty shorts looked incredibly appealing to him as he sat there, feeling like a sitting duck before the powerful ass of his powerful mother. She wiggle it a bit, made it bounce sometimes, did other…tricks with it as she prepared to totally smother his face in with the bountiful booty of hers. He knew that she had an immense, powerful ass. But what she was showing him now was, quite simply, out of this world. He tried not to breathe in too deeply, to make any noises that sounded like they were meant to show arousal. She probably knew he was rock hard down there right now…but that was no reason to start acting ungentlemanly toward her. The woman squeezed him harder. The softness on her thighs was doing a good job of redirecting the force of them. The little layer of fat that kept them nice and bouncy was at one time wrapping around his neck and his skull, making sure that he was perfectly trapped between those perfect thighs, being choked and mushed at the same time as soon as her thighs went down. He wasn’t quite short of breath yet…but he knew as soon as there was any amount of pressure there would be no hope of any air even entering his lungs before he tapped. Was there a chance he could tap in over fifteen seconds here? Lasting that long against a beast like this, against a woman who seems designed by the government specifically to dominate him in that way…it seemed to him like an unlikely task. But, he had said he would give a fair shot to both his mom and his grandma. So he was going to try his very best. Otherwise, this entire experiment would be corrupted and nearly useless in trying to determine their respective qualities. Besides,16 seconds wasn't that long…was it?

Caroline felt her strategy was going to work perfectly. She Had regretted how long she had taken to make him tap with reverse headscissors earlier. But this time, she was going to scissor him into oblivion. She was waiting impatiently, tapping her fingers on the mat her hands were balancing her on as the thumbs lowly descended on that stopwatch. As soon as she heard any semblance of a beep, her thighs were like a steel trap, squeezing with everything she had in herself. But that was not the extent of this assault on her son. She had been reconsidering her technique, reconsidering who she could best use her mussels to dominate him. And so she placed her hand on his head, slightly, and pressed him in. she bent her knees and hooked her heels, and suddenly she wasn’t just squeezing his neck and the sides of his head, she was totally shutting off any air he could get, or any vision, anything at all from his sensory organs by smothering his face in her perfect ass, making him when and cry into her butt as she sighed with absolute delight knowing that she was giving him some of the most intense torture of his entire life…and that he was loving every second of his torrent, the kinky little guy that he was. She breathed out powerfully, huffing with delight as her thighs began to wrap even more tightly around him, making him seem into her butt as she kept on going against him, kept at squeezing him hard enough that he was trying to slap her away from himself. But she wasn’t letting anything like that stand in her way. She was in this to win this, and she was going to absolutely dominate him no matter how hard she had to go in on utterly cutting for any chance he had of gaining comfort throughout the course of his vicious smothering. The woman looked at her mom, saw what she was sure was a look of awe, a stunned look for a woman who had never seen somebody perform something so well in her entire life. And the mom nodded at the grandma, knowing that she was impressing her, showing off how well she could impress anybody, it seemed, so long she had the opportunity to show off just how far she could go at a moment's notice, just how completely she could dominate when the situation seemed to demand a powerful woman take complete charge of a situation and make it her bitch. And even if her horny son was the situation, Caroline wanted to make the situation her bitch. And by the noise she was already making, by the way he was already slapping at her, by the desperation he was already showing, he seemed like he was already very quickly becoming nothing more than her little smothered bitch, his face jammed so far into that booty that he was completely unable to do much of anything besides whine into her, and please that booty even more than it was just by her having him so trapped within its depths.

Maggie was amazed by what she was seeing. Her daughter was totally and utterly dominating this situation, she barely seemed to move that there was any chance at all of her losing. And maybe there wasn't. Only about three seconds had passed and her son was already freaking out. He was screaming at the top of his lungs into that perfect, plump ass. But the thing fit so snugly over him when she squeezed it around his head that there was no way he could be hard. She could just hear the front ketone of his scream that he was definitely going all out. She could see the way he was savagely beating at his mom's butt, trying to get himself away from what was happening to him. He was failing, sure enough, but the effort he was putting into it was enough to make her think twice about what she thought of her little grandson. He was actually in some amount of distress right now. The grandmother even briefly considered calling it off early but…she saw the arousal in her son’s lower regions. He was definitely enjoying this far, far more than he was letting on. And she didn't want to end anything so significant on some kind of ref’s stoppage. She wanted to see this horror through, see how the young man was going to deal with this mothering. She Secretly hoped that he was going to get so utterly exhausted by it he would forget to tap, or forget how to tap. Because there was no question that Caroline was showing better technique, and a better suited physique, than her mom had shown earlier. Maggie had to admit, she was seeing a true expert at work here. She was stunned there, watching the little contest go on, as much as it could be called any kind of contest, watching the woman not even seem to notice as the desperate struggle between her thighs was completely one sided in her favor, showing her as some kind of invincible goddess as her song as some kind of very easily defeated little puny mortal. The older woman was definitely hot from seeing the Thai display, but not so hot so soon that she would be making the wrong decision once the time came. She kept her thumb over the button, trying to figure out exactly when it would be the right time to stop, exactly when she could say her grandson was tapping. And she was also very excited to see just how far her grandson would let all of this go before he finally was so out of it that he was going to tap out. She wanted him to last for quite some time. But she knew that such a desire may be unreasonable, may have even been selfish, as the son seemed to be suffering at the legs of his mother. But that suffering did seem pretty sweet, all things considered…

He was in a state nearing shack. Mere second hand felt like hours. When he was in there, he felt like there was absolutely no way out. His hands reached down, grabbing at the thick thighs threatening his life, trying vainly to move them, failing completely to make them do anything that the woman’s body wasn’t already ordering it to do. He knew he was up against a true intractable enemy, against somebody who would not care one bit how he fought against her, against somebody who would play with him like a toy for as long as she saw fit, and only take him down once she wanted to really an example out of him. He was woozy there. He may have been hallucinating. But he could not deny his face was smashed into his mom’s perfect ass. The muscles within were working, his face smashing it, making it feel like it would crack from the intense pressure coming in from all sides. He was sure, sure he had been in there for hours. He could feel his blood flow and airflow both going down, that he would soon be left as little more than a barely living heap from the intense punishment his body was talking. He raise da hand, feeling like he was about to die just by having raised it. And very unsubtly, he tried to move it forward this situation as a complete nightmare for him, he felt like he was being squished and choked at the same time and it was simply horrific. But it was also deeply arousing, maybe the fastest his heart had ever beaten, at least as far back as he could remember. He placed his hands on the supple flesh engulfing him, screaming into it once again, receiving no answer as he impotently fought back against it, trying his very hardest to escape from its hold but finding absolutely no way he possibly could. He understood, around then, that he was well and truly stuck, that there was no way at all he was escaping from there any time soon. He would simply have to live with the fact that he was currently imprisoned…unless she could get his hand high enough to tape. And he raised it up, briefly considering the possibility of not tapping at all, of letting the abuse against his face and neck continue until his mom was too bored or too tired to keep going with him. The Idea didn’t lack any and all appeal to him, certainly a few flashes of fantasy prepared before his eyes as soon as he was considering the possibility that maybe we wouldn’t tap to her at all, just stay there getting tormented by her bountiful booty.

She squeezed him harder and harder, he fell further and further into that ass, feeling it truly begin to eat him, to make him feel like food, to make him feel totally smothered. He imagined himself being engulfed in it, being lorded over by his mom, being bossed around and mercilessly bullied by her. All of these images, to him, were deeply arousing and primally appealing. He kept on rubbing his face in, wanting to know if he could stand the rain, if he could make her vicious two pronged assault something bearable simply by trying to grin and bear it…but he was quickly realizing there was no chance of that. He felt like he was going to be tortured even worse as things went on. The idea of fairness was out of his head. With so little oxygen going to his brain at this very second, he could barely even conceive of the idea even if he was explained in detail. All he could really focus on, all he could really seem to think of at all was his urge to get out from this oppressive cheeks, to breathe freely once again. The cost was, at this moment, no object to him, he just needed to escape before he fell completely. He reached up awkwardly, his and barely even obeying him anymore, and he made a very awkward attempt t tap out, awkwardly rolling his hand all across his mom’s butt, making what he was sure we slay dan uncomfortable situation even worse but finally offering himself some freedom, some respite, however temporary, some time to breathe inward and as he heard nothing through the thighs covering his ears, and as he felt the thighs continue to crush him between them, he feared that he was too late. That he would simply be squashed, that there was no way any hep r relief was coming to him. And deep inside of that ass, he began to panic, unable to do anything but mindlessly try to break his way out, hoping there was some chance somewhere that he could get out. But, slowly but surely, the thighs opened up for him.

The mom who had been on her hands and resting her thighs on her son’s head finally let loose, once again doing a handstand, looking at him as she was on her head. but she was surprised instead of seeing him trying to smile at her, all she saw was him falling back, breathing harshly, clearly in a bad way, and she rolled over quickly after that going to him and hearing him breathe. Well, he seemed fine. And then she looked at her own mother. ‘Well” she said, stretching her shoulders a bit “seems like he had a hard time in there. I mean, anybody would, I have a harsh pair of thighs to squeeze his little head into a pea shaped music” she said, playfully kissing him in the temple “I beat your time. What did I ge?” she said, finally cutting the crap and getting to the part she was actually interested in. she knew she had utterly dominated the young man. That much was already obvious. But she wanted more than that. She wanted to know that she had done so in a way that outstripped her own mom, that had put the contest between the two of them to rest. She smiled as her mom looked down at the stopwatch, and then back up at her, opening her mouth and finally giving her the time.

“Seven seconds, flat,” her mom said, ignoring the couple milliseconds at the end “Less Than half of mine proportionally the biggest difference so far,” she said before her daughter jumped in the air and shot a fist upward. And Maggie was actually proud of the girl. She Had done something excellently. And in Maggie’s world, excellence tended to be its own reward. The old woman kept on smiling, seeing her daughter so clearly happy about what she had achieved. She didn't expect, even, for her daughter to run up to her and wrap her arms around her. She felt a warmness in that hug that was absent from many of their previous interactions. As best she clouds he returned that warmness, hugging in close and resting her chin on her daughter’s shoulder, humming slightly as she heard her daughter pitiably groan about what she had just done. “That was amazing” the grandmother finally admitted moving her hands down and slowly feeling up her father's ass again, the thin material on the shorts doing nothing to stop her from feeling it grab her fingers back as she grabbed t “damn, what a nice consistency to it” she said, lowering her hands further, she grabbed at the upper thighs of her daughter “and these are also…amazing” the mother admitted, somewhat jealous of how perfect her daughter's body seems to be. Gracefully, her daughter merely giggled girlishly at the praise, covering her mouth and blushing as her mom gave her the world in compliments. “I…I guess I lose today, don’t I little girl?” her mom asked, hugging her close again, making their bodies truly press into each other with this ug, holding her daughter tight enough that the two were very, very close with each other for a brief moment.

“I suppose you did” her daughter confirmed, kissing Maggie on the cheek ‘but it was close, you beat me once at least,” she said, before kissing her mom on the lips ``I mean, your thighs are nice too,” she said, reaching down and grabbing the tough, muscular legs on the old woman. Maggie sighed from the feeling of getting felt up like this, obviously getting red with arousal as she tried to look away from the sex machine that was her own daughter, even if she was lighting up with excitement just from the attention. ``Oh, you like this, I can't imagine how happy Adam must feel right now,” the daughter said almost absentmindedly, looking back at him wheezing for air. Sure enough, he was rock hard and as long as he could get in his shorts. That was utterly obvious just by looking at him. Maybe I will play with him a few other ways. Maybe he is big enough to accept some big girl game out of me” she said, pressing her finger into the side of her mouth, making her mom burst out in laughter as soon as she made the suggestion. Not that it was something wrong, or even something necessarily ridiculous, just such an odd thing to say for anybody that Maggie couldn’t help but bust a gut as soon as she had heard it.

The young man sat there, watching his mom and grandmother kiss and laugh and giggle, admiring the show as he slowly got up. He was waving around on his feet, but each time he almost felt he managed to catch himself. And after five or six near falls he was walking pretty normally, approaching his mom. She walked toward him, hugging him tightly. “Mom,” he said, resting his sweaty head on her shoulder. He realized he had no idea how much of that sweat came from his own pores and how much came from his mom’s. Maybe that was what made him really poke his mom in the thigh at that hug ‘that was amazing. I had no idea you could even smother me like that…I had no idea somebody could even perform a hold like that” he said, grabbing her hips, excited “I have never, ever been wrestled like that, you have to do that to me more, you have to” he said, nuzzling up to her neck, she accepted his nuzzling, even going down and kissing him on the cheek, giggling about having done that as she looked at her mom. And he heard them both giggling again, and he grabbed her again.

“Hmm, maybe some time. I mean, as a reward. I guess wrestling you would be useless as a punishment, hug champ?” she said, grabbing her son’s china and forcing him to look up at her ‘I mean, look at how you reacted to getting practically killed in my thighs…I don’t know if I've ever seen you this happy before in your life” She said, before reaching down and tickling him a bit, making him bust up laughing as she merely looked at her mom, who was laughing too. “I mean it's always nice to have a challenger. And knowing that my fitness is making me such a deadly…and appealing weapon is certainly a nice reward for meeting a challenge. I don’t guess I can tell you that I never want to do that again. I mean obviously I do want to do it again, I want to do it a bunch and I want to do it often. I am just trying to inform you that…well, these are special circumstances, bust. Don’t you necessarily get so used to them ”she said, before feeling his butt briefly, giggling before she kissed him on the lips. ‘But, you do have one more day of wishes, I think. So, I guess story grandmother and I will have to listen to them, whatever it is you end up getting from us…we will just have to give it to you, won’t we?”

“That’s right his grandmother said, looking down at him and walking toward shims lowly, meaningfully, carrying her weight as if she were the most graceful woman in the world “I can think of a few different ways we could have fun tomorrow. But of course, as always, we will leave it up to you how you want to have fun on your own birthday” she said, plainly, matter-of-factly, but still showing a bit of excitement. And she grabbed her son, squishing his body between hers and her daughter’s, hugging him in tightly between the two of them. “You know, if you stopped growing a couple of inches ago, you’d be stuck between our busts right not. And I think you’d probably lek that, wouldn’t you ya little charmer” she said, kissing him loudly, maternally on the top of his head as she bent down over him, making sure he got the full loudness and wetness of her aggressive smooch as she laid it down on top of him, making him giggle with delight as soon as it came down on top of him. She took a step backward and he was rubbing his arm, clearly feeling a lot of different ways about how he had just been created. And a few of those days were clearly rather pleasant for him “Got something to say, kiddo? Your mom and I can hear it. We’re here for you” he said, gently grabbing both of his cheeks with her palms, gently bringing him up to look at her, looking down at him and smiling as wide as she could, trying to make him feel as welcome as possible before her gaze. Then she kissed his nose, for good measure, just trying to make it clear that she was having some fun with him, and that she was interested in whatever weird ideas he may have had, because she was willing to give him whatever he wanted, at least for the next few days of total obedience she had to give. Maybe longer, that much could certainly be decided later…

He looked up ‘Oh, yeah. grandma, you did awesome today, you were super strong and skillful, humiliated me wonderfully well” he said, hugging her again, resting his head against her bust, which felt pretty nice underneath the side of his face as he hugged deeper and deeper. He was between two women who loved him, both of whom were nearly a head taller than him, both of whom were hugging him with enough love to last him through a century of solitude. “I was just thinking about how you totally dominated me whenever you got ahold of me…and the way you grapevined me. Grandma, I am going to be sore for weeks, he assured her, trying to compliment her. He had gone a bit too hard about gushing to his mom, he wanted to know he appreciated what she was giving him, too.

The old woman giggled demurely, resting her hand on top of his head and very gently playing with his hair. “Well,” she said plainly “I am glad you enjoy that I had to smothered,” she said, before grabbing him by his cheek “But your mom won today. I tried my hardest. She was just the better woman this time. And I’m proud of her for it. She was doing an awesome job before today, and today…well, today she just really put her best foot forward” as he said, before bringing the three of them in for a group hg. And a sweet hug it was, he was pinned in as that hug had all of them getting squeezed for their lives between the awesomely muscled woman's arms keeping the hug together. Adam felt completely overpowered, maybe more overpowered today than he had ever felt before in his entire life.

In all honesty, he would have asked for day three to commence right then and there if he wasn’t so exhausted and sore from day two. The contest he had just been part of was as intense as anything else he had ever experienced before in his life. Maybe as instances, everything else put together. It was hard for him to say with any degree of accuracy. All he seemed to know, right then and there, was that he loved what had just happened to him and he would kill to have it happen to him again. But he probably wouldn’t have to kill. It seems like the next opportunity to have fun like that was being lined up for him on a silver platter. And on Sunday, he was going to have so much fun with these women he loved that he was going to be exhausted for weeks, he knew that much at least.

“Oh God,” his mom said, looking down at him “I know that smile. You have some weird stuff planned for us for tomorrow, don’t you?” she asked, reaching down and pinching his cheek ‘well, I guess we’ll just have to do our best to grind bare it all, won’t we?” she asked him, before moving in and kissing his cheek, making him light up with desire once again, making him feel a strange feeling of total love “Well, just think about it a bit as we have some dinner tonight. And no touching me or your grandmother inappropriately at the table, we’ve done your Funtime for today already she said, moving off of him and walking away.

And Maggie ran up to her and smacked her ass “come on” said the older woman “Have Some fun with this for once, I’m sure you will enjoy having some fun at dinner” she said, before grabbing her daughter in a close hug and gently licking her neck “besides, it's his birthday, he can go for a little bit of rule-breaking now and then, especially as a reward” she said, feeling good just to swoop in and save the day for once. Adam was feeling more weed than he had felt…well since he had been squeezed in his mom’s thighs. He saw his mom gently kiss his grandmother, and then she was let loose, and she looked at him, scratching her chin.

“Well, technically his birthday was Thursday. So technically it is not his birthday, and he’s not a kid anymore…so I guess he’s not a kid… mean, maybe I could tolerate something happening, before our events tomorrow at least” she said, covering her mouth to hide her smile. Her little ploy to make her grandmother a hero who could swoop in and save the day seemed to have worked. This was going to go great, the little guys were going to be so excited all throughout dinner, maybe beyond. And all because he had been presented with this little set of options to choose from. And then his mom removed her hand from her mouth “well, Guess you two come along. But I warn you, from this moment on, any spanks I get will be returned with greater force” she said, waving her butt at both of the people behind her, not quite dancing but definitely showing off how well she could move her body when she really wanted to. The show did its job. It had her son looking onward in awe, feeling blood rush to his face, his entire body shaking with desire, with excitement, with the urge to keep this going for as long as he possibly could. He gulped loud enough that both the others could do it.

Then he scratched his head “sorry it's just…this is a bit of a change of pace” he tried to explain. And then he was lifted up in his grandmother’s arms. And then he was doing as he was told once again, snugly fitting into the little spot his grandmother had given her, being carried like an innocent child once again.


Sunday was here, and Adam was moving along with his parents and grandparents, feeling a lot more joy than he even knew when was physically capable of feeling. Today was going to be a very special day for him. It was the last day of his wish, the last day of the contest, and he said that he was finally going to lose his virginity. He breathed in and out in total delight, seeing his mom and grandma in front of him. They were both wearing big robes, not showing what they had on underneath as he slowly led him into the master bedroom. A king-sized bed was right there, in front of him. He huffed and puffed, the very idea of getting to do this was driving him crazy. He had wanted this, and more, for longer than he could possibly remember. And finally, it was right here, right within his grasp. He looked back at his grandmother, in red, and his mother, in blue. Neither was showing anything but her smile as they were both standing there right behind him. He felt his heart try to break out of his chest. Eh tried to contain his excitement, even slightly, the idea of all of this happening to him tonight was enough to make that task very, very difficult for him, however. His mom and grandmother both stood, hands crossed and looking just slightly past him as he patiently waited for things to start. Well, maybe not super patiently. “So” he began “which of you…am I seeing naked…first '' '' he scratched his head, unsure of how to say it right.

“Which indeed,” his mother said, removing her hood first, showing off her straight blonde hair, tied in a ponytail. And then his grandmother did thusly, showing off her frize blonde mop waving wildly, and a pit of big sunglasses on her face. And then her mom let her robe drop to the floor first, showing off the little outfit she had on under it. Whit Button-up, short black skirt, sheer stockings…he understood quickly that she was dressed as a schoolteacher. His eyes went down to her heels…. No wonder she seemed taller in that robe. And then he looked at his grandmother, who threw her own rob off. She Was wearing a simple blue singlet, no arms or legs on the garment, her limbs, and their muscles were on total display. The thing hugged her so tightly he wondered if it wasn’t sewn shut, looking at how it showed off just how incredibly tight her belly still was…and how her tits still had an incredible amount of bounce on them. The woman struck a few poses, showing herself off to him in a few different ways, really making herself the object of his desire as he kept on looking at her, his jaw nearly dropping several times just from seeing the way that she was posing for him. Eventually, he shook himself into some sense, and he stared at her again. He saw, at that time, what he thought was a much more accurate image. His grandmother was just dressed as a pro wrestler. Barefoot…but dressed as a wrestler.

“Which one of us disrobes first?” his mom asked, slowly reaching back and playing with her hair, her arm movement made her breasts lower, bounce, and shake, her button-up rode up, showing off her incredibly fit belly, showing off the muscle visible underneath it as she continued playing with her hair, lustfully looking a the boy who was clearly way out of his league when it came to sexual experience, but clearly very much in his league when it came to desire. He tugged at the side of his collar, feeling unbearably hot for a moment. And then his mom turned around, her skirt swinging with her. She shook her hips a few times, each shakes revealing more and more on the legs, more and more her underbutt. He could see some…frills on the panties she was wearing. He reached up, already wiping sweat off his face. And she wasn’t even naked yet. This was exciting to him in ways he couldn’t even think of. He looked back at his grandmother. Maggie was watching Caroline just as closely as he was. And leering a bit more, too. He was relieved by that much, at least he wasn’t the only pervert in the room right now. ‘Mom, ' he said, trying to clear his throat. ‘That’s…great fanaticism. I mean, wow mom. You look…you look really hot today,” he said, reaching up and touching his face, so incredibly entranced in this situation that he had a very hard time thinking of anything else. His eyes only seemed to focus on his mom. He could only seem to think about her, on how much he loved how she looked, on how we wanted to do so many lewd things to her today. He reached down, feeling his boner, and looked away from her.

“Thanks for…thanks for agreeing to do this with me” he began, seeing her smiling at him he smiled back “this means a lot to me,” he said, reaching back and scratching his head, loving the way his mom seemed to look at him, loving the way she seemed to cast him as the center of attention and for once in his life he felt like he deserved to be the star of the show. “You can undress first, '' he said, and suddenly she moved back, throwing her foot into the air. She did a standing split, letting him see her panties slowly. Her stockings just had elastic over the top, they clung to her thighs. No garter belt but…but he was fine with that. He watched her throw her foot up, sling at him as he slowly moved her hand down it, staring at him and smiling before she roared, her breasts shaking a habit. And then she kicked her shoes off, walking toward him, lightly tickling him underneath his chin. Then she pressed him into the bed, and she started to shake her as seen his face, making it jiggle and bounce like he couldn't believe, nearly hypnotizing him with its appeal before she suddenly turned back, staring at him again, and grabbed the hem of one of her stockings. He looked down at it. She slowly began to slide it off of her leg, slowly showing him more and more of her flesh as he felt himself wanting to melt into her, his desire for her was so strong at this moment he couldn’t even begin to put it into words. All he knew was he wanted her in every possible way, and he wanted her now. And then she tore her shirt off, revealing a very frilly black lace bra.

She had never had the biggest boobs. And that was always fine with him. He didn’t think women need large breasts to be beautiful, that they often look more elegant with small breasts, and that big ones tended to have some sagginess to them. His mom took off her bra. No sag at all, just a beautiful pair of perfect tits staring him in the face as he shivered with excitement, watching them slowly bounce toward him. His mouth opened up her bra, showing off her nipples. She threw her brassiere around his neck, pulled him into her as her high started to tease his crotch. ‘You aren’t gonna cum already?” she asked him mostly sarcastically, but the idea got him a bit worked up. She merely kept smiling at him, walking off and swinging her bra around, and then she suddenly reached under her skirt, and in a second her panties were around her ankles then on the floor, then she was swinging her bra over her head, bare except her skirt and her stockings. Then she did another standing split. This time he wasn't staring at her panties. This time he got a great view…. All the way to vegas. He leaned in, loving every second of looking at it, and then she lowered her leg quickly, walking to him, she put her hands on his body, breathing into his face, across his neck, into his ears as she went around him. He was dizzy from his mom's movement. Her Pace was slow but her psychological impact was so extreme that he had to pay close attention to her at all times. He was losing track of almost everything before she suddenly grabbed his chin and looked down at him, licking her lips. And then kissing him.

She brought him in for a pretty intense smooch. Her tongue slid right past his lips, exploring the inside of his mouth. He didn’t expect this from her. He nearly fainted on the spot, feeling that tongue move around his mouth like crazy, feeling his arms and legs go weak in front. He assaults on him that he was experiencing as she was digging in. He wanted her to do this to him, he wanted her to do worse to him, too. He was really just feeling like one sick puppy at the moment like he wanted all of the most extreme things he could think of to happen to him, to be abused in all of the extreme ways his mom may have wanted to abuse him in. and then his mother broke the kiss off. And she looked at him as she walked backward, and then grabbed at her skirt. And in a moment, that was on the ground too. And he appreciated how she was truly naked. Not a hair on her below her eyebrows, no coverings at all besides those stockings of hers. “Do I need to lose these?” she asked, sounding impatient and excited at the same time as she ran her hands along her legs.

He was so entranced by her beauty he had barely realized she had asked a question. He shook his head, trying to bring himself to life as he considered what she had just asked him. “Uhhh, yeah,” he said, before thinking again “wait, n. Final answer is no, you don't need to take those off,” he said, hoping he didn't get a double negative. His momo was clearly holding back laughter. She turned her body around, shaking her ass for him again. It looked even more perfect naked than it did with clothes on it. And her ponytail…God, he had no idea he was even into that. Maybe he wasn't before but he certainly was now. His jaw dropped as he admired her body, it seemed utterly perfect to him as he eyeballed her up and down. Would he even be able to cut his goddess?

“Hey,” Maggie said “what am I, chopped liver?” and he turned his eyes to her, seeing her in her leotard. He had realized, he didn’t think he had ever seen her without a bra on before. She was dressed somewhat conservatively these last two days. But today? Today she looked sexier than he ever could have imagined. And he usually thought of her as pretty sexy, to begin with. He crossed his legs, trying not to look overly horny, although the act had the opposite effect, the woman looked directly down at his growth, seeing how hard his boner was standing up in the short she had on. “Well, do you want me to strip for you or don’t you?” she asked him, tapping her barefoot on the ground and holding her hand on her hips now.

Now Caroline was laughing, giggling more than heartily laughing, but still laughing to some extent at what she was seeing. Her mother had somehow made this boy so nervous just by asking him a question. “Yes, strip for me,” he said, mousey and gentle in his voice as he saw the woman shake her body around in front of him, swinging her hips. The old lady knew how to move her hips. Even in her late age, when her joints were going, she could always make her movements look positively erotic when she wanted to. And right now? Right now she definitely wanted to make herself look as sexy as possible for her little birthday boy.

Alex stepped backward, watching the dance begin. His grandmother seemed very skilled at whatever kind of dance she was doing, she was shaking her hips with powerful motions, her thighs shaking every time she moved them, her back rolling as she spread her hands out, showing her backside to him. She was light on her feet, easily able to show one side of herself, then the other, transitioning with total ease as she slowly walked backward, began rubbing herself against him, began to lightly, gently whisper to him as she leaned backward, her firm, big ass moving against his cock. He was growing hotter and hotter, his arms slowly beginning to bring up, being placed against her torso. He felt his hands being moved up, he grabbed onto her breasts. He could feel she was totally without a bra under that leotard of her. That got him hot. Her moving her ass and rubbing it right against his erection got him harder. Back and forth her ass moved, making him harder and harder more and more desirous of her body as she kept on teasing him, again and again moving just enough to almost stimulate him past the breaking point, and then suddenly pulling her hips forward, looking over her shoulder and smiling at him, smiling at how she managed to make him nearly moan out, walking in front of him, shaking her thighs around, and then lowering herself, getting on her hands and knees, and then lowering her head to the floor, her ass shaking while her forehead touched the ground. “You like this?” she asked, moving her hand over her butt as he looked at her, staring shamelessly as his nearly naked mom leaned against the wall, looking alongside him. He crossed his legs, huffing outward as he looked beside himself at the wall…and then slowly looked back at her, seeing that ass continue to share for him. “I do,” he admitted, watching it continue to bounce and shake for him. He could feel himself growing more and more lustful toward that ass. He wanted badly to go down there and start fucking her but…but he wasn’t really a top, in that way. Her cheeks were beginning to explode out of the side of her leotard. That’s when he went a bit crazy.

“Oh god” he said, looking away from her “grandma, your body's so perfect that…so perfect that I can’t even think…” he said, closing his eyes tightly. He couldn’t think of what to say. his grandmother slowly began to walk toward him, grabbed his head and made him look at her. Then she kissed him, her tongue work was aggressive, pressing into his mouth, licking greedily as she kept his face right where it was, licking so deep inside of him that he moaned out into her throat. And then she pulled away, smiling down at him and licking her lips. “You are such a hot woman” he barely managed to say, getting over a sense of supreme shyness in order to say so. She just giggled at him, feeling down his face before kissing his forehead, and then stepping backward. She threw her arms out, flexing her small but firm and defined muscles. He started very gently to rub himself through his shorts, watching her flex for him was driving him wild. And then she slowly grabbed at the sides of her leotard, and she stripped that off, too. And suddenly he was looking at her breasts, naked, staring him in the face as she slowly started to peel off the garment. It stretched way more than he thought it would. She stretched it out further and further, her entire body emerging from it as if she were emerging from a womb, until finally she had it at her ankles, standing over it proudly, showing off her body to her young grandson as he couldn’t help but feel intense arousal toward her. Who wouldn't? She showed the sort of physique that any man would kill for. Her breasts were bigger than mom’s, not quite as perky but looked soft and appealing enough that he didn’t really care. Her hips were wider, and her abs. Just as nice. Bigger, even, if that made any sense. He leaned forward drooling as he saw the woman dance in front of him, her entire body shaking around as she moved away from him, showing how flexible she was, how nimble she was, how even at her advanced age she could still dance with the best of them. And then, suddenly, she stopped, looking back at him, gently huffing as she did so. She smiled at him. He smiled back at her, unsure of what to say. Was there anything he even could say? Was there anything he could do at all besides cross his legs and continue to nod, dumbly, hoping that she would take that as a compliment. She appeared to. She giggled, gently, before moving in on him, placing her hands on his head and rubbing her face right into his, breathing into his mouth, looking into his eyes. His grandmother had such incredibly sexy eyes. How had he ever, in his life, looked at anything but them? The stirring in his pants was growing more and more intense. He was reaching for her now, feeling her shoulders…her arms…her breasts. She was a perfect being in his eyes, the naked woman of his dreams. And then his mom came in, slamming her hip into his grandmother’s.

Maggie was pressed aside, but got back on her feet. And then both matriarchs were staring at him, their hands were behind their backs, their faces showing gentle smiles as they looked down upon him, both of them creating a feeling of intense lust that deeply penetrated him. He tried not to roll around in his skin just by seeing the pair of incredibly sexy women staring down at him. And then he came to understand it…they were waiting for him to order something from them. He cleared his throat. He sounded awkward, scared. He sounded like he was a kid, a horny teenager with nothing to say. “So” he finally managed “I was thinking today’s challenge would be who could make me cum first from…from sex” he suggested to the two women, both of whom looked down at him, arms crossed and gentle smiles on their faces turning cruel.

“We know,” Maggie said, before reaching for him and grabbing his shirt. ‘But I think its only fair that if we’re fucking, all of us should be naked” she said, and his mom placed hands on his shoulders while his grandmother tore at his collar. And in a moment, his shirt was torn from him, leaving his torso bare for all to see. He attempted to cover himself. His wrists were caught, and he was pressed down on the bed. Each woman held a wrist with one hand, and rubbed his cock with the other. “I Think he’s excited for us,” said Maggie, rubbing him through his gym shorts, going somewhat mercilessly against what was inside his pants as she kept on stroking him, staring at her counterpart, an evil smile crossing her lips as she did so. And the other woman looked at her smiling without as much malice in her eyes, but with a great deal of excitement obviously despite the lack of other strong emotions.

Underneath them, the boy was going wild. He was closing his eyes, he was trying not to cum prematurely even though these two women were really doing a number on his cock. He hugged to death for them as they kept on stroking him, kept on getting him closer and closer to the edge, but always stopping just short, always allowing him to nearly taste the ultimate goal but giving him something else instead. He opened his eyes up, moaning at them as they continued their ceaseless erasing of his body. They both stuck their tongues out at him. He had to smile at that, and then they got in close. Both of them began to kiss his cheeks, and began to slowly move their hand underneath his shots. One hand grasped his balls, the other his cock. Both Began working for him. He moved uncontrollably, moaning and sounding like he was being absolutely dominant. The two women broke away from his face, kissing each other passionately above him he watched, feeling his heart racing so fast he worried he would have a heart attack. And then they stopped, looking back down at him. “Oka, let's get him nice and naked” Caroline said, grabbing his waistband. And her mom did the same thing, and then they tore the shorts off of his body, leaving him as naked as his grandmother was. And the two women admired his body, snidely stroking their chins as they saw him desperate to cover himself. He was clearly embarrassed. But there was more to it than that. He was also excited, maybe beyond what “excited” usually means in some sort of world of pure focus, thinking of nothing but the two of them, maybe not even capable of thinking of anything but the two of them. And then they walked away from him again, their naked bodies glistening in the light of the room as he slightly adjusted his head up, watching the two of them conversing gently with one another. He saw his cock was at full attention. It was also wet, covered with his own precum…at least he hadn’t busted yet. He would have to work very hard to make sure he managed to not bust until the time was right. He gulped knowing this would be one of the great challenges of his short life. But he was sure he was up for it, that he could make it if he really put his mind to it.

“The first orgasm is gonna be easy,” his mom said bluntly, which shook his confidence a little bit. He looked down at himself as his mom continued “I think it's only fair that one of us make him cum first…not as part of the contest, but as a…preliminary, you know? Make sure everything’s working, and make sure we can have him nice and…well seasoned for when we actually jump his bones” she said, looking at him and giving him a thumbs up. He was shaking as he awkwardly returned the gesture. his mother and grandmother both broke out into laughter seeing him do that. He realized he was probably being made fun of. But somehow he barely cared that they were laughing at him. He was just glad to be involved in all of this, nothing else really seemed to matter by this point. Not to him at least.

And then his grandmother responded “yeah, makes sense” she said, looking at him “and he can’t cum from vaginal penetration. That would give an…unfair advantage. We have to do something else to make him bust that little nut of his” she said, giving him a thumbs up as well. Again, he weakly returned the gesture, use of what he was doing, not quite sure what was being said about him, either. He was just hoping everything would turn out alright. And worries beside that seemed…far-off right now. He barely seemed to think about them at all as he lay there across the bed, listening to his grandmother continue ‘I think we could give him a handjob. Blowjob, footjob. Rub his cock between our tits. But whatever one of us does, I think the other should be able to really creep in and observe, make sure she gets all the data on what he reacts to. Only to keep it fair.” suggested the older naked woman, shrugging her shoulders by the last part. He was incredibly aroused at how she looked. He wanted nothing but to fuck her…and her daughter. He was stunned by how good these women looked with their clothes off. He had seen them chantilly clad sometimes, but he had no idea how much of that was legitimately just the two of them having excellent bodies even in their elder years. He was desperate for physical love from them. His cock was getting so hard it was starting to hurt. Maybe it would be a good thing for one of them to get him off sooner rather than later. He Was even slightly thrusting his hips in the air, his body so desperate it didn’t care what he knew was actually happening at that moment.

“Sounds fair” his mom said “but it also almost sounds like you already have a plan in mind for me. You really want me to go jump his bones…well, not literally jump on his boner, since we’re not fucking him yet. But go give him his first orgasm…maybe his first orgasm to ever involve sexual contact’ she said, giggling at the dies. And she was very generous with that maybe at least in her own mind “and I go over and make him cum, and you watch and write down, in that little notepad in your head, what kind of caresses he likes and everything, just based on what you see?” the younger of the two women said, really emphasizing the absurdity of the entire situation. Her son found the intensely erotic, shaking on the ed as he heard her discuss the plan.

“Yeah,” his grandmother said “and I guess you want to be the one who stimulates him?” she asked, looking at him ‘I mean, I guess you could be. Sometimes these old bones of mine get tired before they should. Maybe it would be good to have you work some instead of me” she said, almost sarcastic in her tone. He couldn’t for the life of himself figure out where she was going or what she was trying to say as she kept on chatting with the other woman. Was she…was his mom going to give him a blowjob? This was so surreal, like a dream of something. He hoped it wasn't a dream, or at least that he wouldn’t wake up before it ended. And then his mom looked at him, waving at him. He waved back. This excitement really messes with his thinking ability. Maybe after he busted that first nut he would have a better grip on…reality… behavior…and other things normal people usually had a normal grip on. And he gulped as his mom suddenly approached him, her entire body bouncing as she did so.

“So, it sounds like the plan is for me to ravish you, make you my bitch, and have you cum for me…without using my pussy. And your grandmother is gonna watch. So, can you agree to that being added as a little…pitstop in our little adventure? I think I can make some real un for you when I get on that dick and start sucking the life out of you like the little boy you are” she said, her smile spreading across her face as she licked her lips “answer fast, baby boy” she finally warned him “I may change my mind if I don’t think you are excited about any of this…who knows what plan I’ll have next if this one falls through”

“YES!” he blurted out, louder and more violently than he wanted to blurt it out. And both of them were staring at him “yes, you making me cum sounds good. First, you make me cum first before I before my penis is in your '' he said, tripping over his words and simply staring into the women's right in front of him. And she giggled demurely, almost like she was a schoolgirl watching her crush trip over himself for her. “Mom,” he said gently “could you please…I mean, I would like it very much if you were to…were to make yourself… where to get on top of me or something like that,” he said, a string almost past her, feeling like this was going to be the most intense moment of his life. And after everything he had recently experienced, having a new most intense moment of his life would be quite the little achievement for him. And she just gave him a little salute, and then climbed on top of him, huffing in excitement.

Her anti-aging messed with his head. As did her just being there. She twisted around on top of his body, pressing her pussy into his face. She grabbed him with her thighs, sighing as she slowly licked across the length of his cock, feeling his erection growing harder under her touch. “Wow,” she said, licking it from the very bottom to the very top. ``You are really horny for me, aren’t you baby boy?” she asked, adjusting the hold her thighs and love this head. She wasn’t squeezing…yet. She Was just gripping him, keeping him in place. He was able to look over her ass…see his grandmother looking down and inspecting the scene of fellatio playing out before her. The young man was hyperventilating at this point. The older woman looked at him, and then backed down at his cock.

“Reverse mount. I wonder how his cock will like the roof of your mouth” was all his grandmother had to say. The idea was appealing to him. He looked into his mom’s ass. Was he supposed to…lick her? He wasn't sure if his mouth was in the right position. He moved his head forward terrified. And then the attack began. She bit on his cock…but just with her lips, gripping it as she slowly spread her mouth across it. He threw his head back as far as he could inside the grip of her thighs, feeling her stimulate him past anywhere he had ever been before. He felt her stockings rubbing against his ears. It was a strange feeling. But he grinned and he bore it, enjoying the sensation while being totally unsure of what was going to come next to him. He gripped his hands, trying not to feel too weird about any of this, despite being in the very weirdest situation of his entire life as his mom started to really deep-throat his cock, he could feel his eyes easily entering all the way into her mouth. She sucked dutifully, making sure he stayed perfectly hard inside the other as she kept on sucking on him, licking him, making him almost bust inside of her.

“Wow,” his grandmother said, rubbing her chin “semi-slick he likes that” was all she really had to say, watching him getting blown harder and harder by his mom, as she used her tongue so skillfully she was probably literally driving him insane with pleasure. And he was buckling underneath her, feeling like his entire body was going to explode from the tip of his cock. Maybe it was. He was huffing with utter excitement at this point, throwing his cock as hard into her mouth as he could. She would occasionally slap her thighs around his neck a bit harder, making it clear she was in control of this situation. And he relaxed some, let her take control over him, and felt her rub him in all sorts of novel ways. Ways that made him huff out with extreme lust, feel like there was nothing else in life for him except accepting and appreciating the way his mom could suck his dick. It didn’t occur to him at all that he shouldn't have been thinking that. It only seemed natural, especially with her sucking on him as skillfully as she was…really making an art out of it as her head bobbed up and down on top of him.

“Oh, gi-god” he said as she cupped his balls. She was firm with them. Not aggressive, but she held them hard enough to remind him that he was not in charge of her eating all. He loved it, he loved being dominated like that. The woman squeezed his head even harder he huffed harshly into that ass in front of him. And the woman mounting him reached back and slapped it, making it jiggle for him. It jiggled with total perfection. He couldn’t help but kiss it. And then he heard his mom laughing into his cock. He felt awkward for a moment, and then he didn’t feel much, for a while, other than the incredible feeling of his mom going deep down on him. She licked all around his cock, she was using her…her mouth like it was going to totally destroy him. He huffed into her butt, the butt slowly pressing itself harder and harder into his face. And he reached up, he tried to control the movement of his mom’s body. She didn’t like that much at all. She asked him harder, made him know that she was in charge, yet again. And then he behaved himself, let his mother do what she was doing before. Eh was sure that she knew what she was doing better than he could have ever known. She was sucking him hard enough his brains were being scrambled. And his brains weren’t even being touched.

And then the woman who had been bobbing on him, upper her pace, sucked him harder, started to use her tongue with force. The sensation got beyond what he was used to. He started shooting his cock up with such utter excitement that everything else was gone from his mind. He was only trying to fuck her mouth. Nothing else mattered much to him at all at that moment. He kept on fucking her and fucking her, making her wrap her thighs around him more tightly, making him settle down just a bit, she grabbed his balls harder. And he loosened up just a bit. That seemed to be her plan. And she just kept on sucking him, kept on moving his head around in her thighs, kept on rubbing her ass against his face. “Oh god,” he moaned out, his eyes rolling around in his head. He saw his grandmother looking at him over his mom’s ass. She just giggled at how he was reacting to everything. Did he look stupid? He may have, he was beyond the point where he possibly could have cared about that, though. He was at the point where he, really, really just wanted to bust and anything that could possibly make that happen would be fine with him.

The woman on top of him started to suck yet harder, the third level of power that was really tugging on him. He couldn’t speak anymore, he was just letting himself be sucked up. He was feeling like he was going to explode…and he probably was. He forced himself into her mouth…and she just kept on bobbing her head. It felt like she was going to strip his cock…he prayed she would not, he tried to feel like he was having something else happen. He did not want to cum prematurely but…but how could he do anything else, especially at this point. He hugged in hair, attesting to the smell of his mom’s sweat as it entered his mouth. He loved the state. And then he crossed his legs. He was feeling like something totally new was about to happen to him. He threw his head back and he majored into the sky this time, utterly surrendering his body to whatever was about to happen to it. He felt himself get sucked harder and harder, he prepared for whatever was going to happen when he was beyond his breaking point. “He seems to like it when you really get your tongue around his” his grandmother began “yeah, like that’ she confirmed, and then she looked him in the eye again “wow, you have been a very good boy so far” she said to him, reaching out and very gently pooping his nose “who knows, maybe you are going to get your little reward before you even know it. I know you are gonna love what your mom is doing to you…” sh said, trailing off and giving him little more than a hint. Of course, he was going to love cumming in her mouth. How could he feel anything but the most amazing pleasure of his entire life when he finally busted inside of her beautiful mouth? Hermione came out again, feeling like this was going to the final little push, like he was almost there this time, like he was going to trip over that edge any second now, now that his cock had been taken so much further than he never would have imagined it going.

And then she stopped. And he felt a pressure building up as she kept on suckling on him some more. He was confused. He didn’t understand how she could so suddenly act like this. Why would she stop sucking him right then. His cock was going crazy inside of her mouth. And then he realized, slowly, that he was about to cum inside of her. And he felt his cock dancing all over the place as he huffed out with incoherent pants, hearing himself make noises…and then feeling himself making movements. And he was about to cum unstimulated. Until that very last second. That very last second where his mom suddenly gave it her all, really tried to suck his brains out of his urethra again and this time she felt like she was really about to do it. He leaned forward and he moaned incoherently smothered again in her ass as he finally felt it. He was finally cumming, hard, inside of her mouth. And there was no stopping his orgasm at this point, none at all.

His mom was surprised by how well he had reacted to all this. He clearly loved it, but he had lasted longer than she thought he would. She Kept on sucking until he finally shot into her like some kind of gun. It was shooting into him, and she swallowed what she could from it. He was firing like a rocket, his cum spraying inside of her, painting her throat like it was a hallway as it kept on shooting off again and again and again. She did her very best to get every drop of it. But it was kind of hard to swallow, especially when there was so much. Some of it fell from her mouth as he kept on sucking as hard as she could, making him cum as intensely as his body possibly would have allowed him to. And then he sighed out…and then he finally did it, finally managed to fire his entire wad directly down her throat, and the orgasm was near an end. The cum was watery, white, and plentiful as she took it all. And then she slowly started to bob her mouth again. And he realized she was not done with him yet. It took him a few seconds to realize that. In the moment after his orgasm, he was probably more confused didn't he was right before it. “What” he began, and then he was trapped, just like that.

A pair of powerful thighs wrapped tightly around his head. He felt them oppressing him instantly. He had forgotten that they were even there until the pressure grew. And then he knew he was all but fucked. She Was really going to absolutely tear his head off with those strong thighs of hers. And he was all for it, he was enjoying himself more than he thought he should have been. But it didn't bother him much that he was acting like a pervert. That was kind of his job today. He was the birthday boy. But feeling her clasp her thighs around his face again…oh god. She adjusted his head. And if getting smothered through her booty shorts was bad, being smothered directly into her sweaty ass was worse. He had nothing at all to breathe, but water was getting into his mouth and nose. He grabbed at her with all his strength…practically none in his post-coital state, and he tried to tear her off. No dice, she just kept on squeezing him like there had never been any resistance in the first palace. He tried to tear at her legs. That was just as useless. He leaned back, moaning wildly into the thighs oppressing his face. And he knew, then, that there was no way out but to let them eat him up. He was trying to tap on her thighs. She ignored it, continuing to smother him to the utmost extent of her boy toy as she kept on looking at her mother, kept on sucking his cock, kept on making him feel the most intense thing as his entire life.

She wondered, then, if it was more pleasure than pain he was giving him. Her thighs were a place he clearly loved, as was her ass. She felt him getting buried there. She Felt how he was trying to pry himself out. And she decided he must have loved it as soon as she felt him tapping. As soon as he tapped, she started squeezing him twice as hard. She was going to teach him to respect her booty if it killed her. Well, if it killed him at least. And she kept on squeezing him, feeling him go deeper and deeper into whatever it was he was stuck in, his arms then trying to grasp at her midsection, to peel her off of him. She wasn’t going to allow that. She was going to just keep on sucking on him, keep on squeezing and smothering him. And in a few short seconds she felt him fall underneath the power of their thighs. His entire body went limp inside of her legs, and he was falling on the bed, her mounted position totally dominating him.

And as he fell unconscious, his mother quickly made sure he was totally unable to defend against her anymore. She kept on squeezing him behind herself, looking back at him, making sure he was out of it so before she finally looked back at her own mom “well, I think I have him out she said, getting off of him. “I think he is fine down there” she said, looking down at him, before looking back at her own mother “he is so adorable down there, isn’t he?” She suggested it to her mom. And her mom just kind of nod along with her, looking down at the young man as she got in more closely, looking into his eyes ‘I think” he started “maybe you could have taken it a little bit easier with making him fall unconscious” she said, before reaching her hand onto his chest “well, looks like he’s at least still excited,” she said, feeling more deeply at his pounding chest. She threw out the next two words with more judgment, maybe, than she should have “and alive”

“Oh, of course he lived '' his mom said, grabbing his cock quickly ”plus I got him soft for us” he said, smiling widely before he lifted her hand up and wiped her palm on the thermometer's breeches. And Maggie looked down at Caroline’s spit, wiped all over her. And she couldn’t help but begin to laugh, stepping backward and resting her shoulder against the wall, her laugh becoming faster, more aggressive as she saw what was happening down there as she saw how the woman in front of her was looking at her totally seriously despite how strange what she had just done was. Did the other woman really not get what was so funny?

And then she did. Caroline began laughing along with her mom, slapping her thighs and knees as she finally understood what was so funny about everything. Her voice became higher, more aggressive as she looked down, seeing the unconscious boy and then her laughing mom ‘maybe I went a bit too far with him” she suggested, largely sarcastically, and the two of them began to laugh harder than before, and when they collide with one another, grabbing each other's arms and falling into each other, laughing harder and harder as their foreheads bumped, the two of them both feeling very, very silly about what had just happened in the room.

At first, Adam was dreaming about aggressive snakes, they were wrapping around him and trying to kill him. But he heard the laughter, and suddenly his dream became a part he was in the middle of. And he smiled, and then he slowly began to come to. And the laughter was still there. And he shot up, sitting on his butt now, looking around himself, he saw the two women laughing. And then he slowly started joining in with them. And they both pointed at him, and he accepted them pointing at him, and somehow their pointing at him only made him laugh harder, throwing his feet all over the palace as they do for them were getting so in his face that he couldn’t help but fall down again, grabbing his belly as he laughed harder and harder at this. And the other two began laughing harder…for a little bit.

“Okay, okay” Maggie said, wiping a tear from her eye “I think that went far enough. I think we all learned valuable lessons from it all, too” she said as she reached down, very gently playing with the soft cock of her young adult grandson ‘I guess we’re at the point, now, where we have to make some kind of decisions about what we’re going to do about this, though” she said, looking at her daughter “I guess it would only be fair for me to go first…since you are probably still just a bit exhausted from giving him a blowjob and then knocking him out with your thighs for no reason” Magie said, at this point essentially nagging.

“Whaaaaaaaaat'' her daughter said in a super sarcastic voice. Adam didn’t think he’d ever seen her talk like this before “all I did was wrap my legs around him a little bit. Not my fault your genes made a total wimp” she said, pointing at him ‘but it was fun to knock him out I Definitely had a super good time, something I'd recommend to all of my friends'' she said, looking down at him, her smile growing as she saw him gently rocking on the bed. His cock was just barely starting to look upward again after cumming so hard into her mouth that he felt like he maybe could have died just from busting so much splooge into her.

“Oh, when he’s unconscious about my genes?” Maggie asked of her daughter, before grabbing her son by the shoulders and easily manipulating him on the bed, putting him nice and vertically across it before he rolled him over to roughly the middle, and theme she got on the bed, walking on her knees until she had gotten to him, and then getting over him, her breasts pendulous swinging above his head. “So…” she said, looking down at him as he looked up at her. ‘I guess this means that I am going to have to really make an effort to make you cum this time. You wanna cum inside me, young man?” she asked him, her fingers exploring the underside of his chin she looked up excitedly, almost vibrating underneath her as he felt her compliments hit her again and again, each one brightening him up further than he was brightened up before. His body shook with absolute excitement as he saw his grandmother picking her lisp above his head, looking down at him.

“Okay, let me get this right,” his mom said, running out of the room to go get the stopwatch. And then the two are just looking at each other. And he saw her eyes staring down into his. It was a stare that could have torn his soul out of his body if he wasn’t careful about when he would return it. He felt himself shaking underneath her, her eyes looking deeper and deeper into him by the second as she licked her lips. She sees me as hungry for him. He loved being desired like this. He felt like he was the greatest, sexiest, more important man in the world. And he also felt like either of these women could kick him as she never wanted to. What else could a guy ask for, besides both of those? She giggled, gently nuzzling his nose with her own.
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Default Re: Adam's Day of Manhood (Incest) (Commission)

“Kay, back!” his mom shouted, sliding back into the room on her socks, holding the stopwatch from earlier in her hand “I guess we can say we start recording as soon as the gland touches the labia. And stop as soon as his orgasm starts, no point in punishing somebody for making him cum for a long, glorious time” she said, getting behind the two of them, she reached for her son’s cock, gently rubbing it, getting it hard underneath the woman who was mounting him ‘Mom, I guess you get to go first in a contest again, huh I don’t suppose I am going to get a thank you for doing so much to make sure you get to go first?”

Her mom looked back at her, holding her hand at her hips. “Okay, young lady, sure thing,” she said “thanks for letting me be the first person to play with Adam’s dick beside you,” she said snidely, and her daughter simply laughed at that. And then the older woman got right back into staring into her grandson’s eyes. She was going to fuck him. To take his virginity? Maybe…maybe. But she was going to make it a great experience for him anyway, to make sure he felt so incredibly good that there was no going back. That would always feel like he belonged right behind her, that he was hers and she was to play with him as he saw fit. She gently placed her hands down on his body, feeling his body underneath her own, sighing at him as she placed her cheek against his. “I guess I am going to mount you and fuck you silly. Guess I am going to do everything in my power to make you absolutely explode before you can even think of what to do next. Does that sound good, little one? That I am going to make you absolutely, positively addicted to my pussy…and I’m not sure if I’ll ever let you touch it after today, either” she said, shaking her hips behind herself, starting deeper and deeper into him as she growled gently, feeling his entire being focus in on her for a few short moments as she reached down, grabbing his hips and slowly lowering herself over him…” don’t touch that button until there’s contact” she ride that her daughter as she kept herself hovering over him, flexing her pecs, making her breasts jump, gaining a lot of attention from her grandson.

“What?” his mom asked “I wasn’t gonna anyway. Honest '' she said, covering her mouth and subtly giggling at what she was seeing, truly enjoying watching this transpire between the two of them. She reached down and grabbed the hem of her stockings once again…this was going to be quite the sight for her to see. She planned on enjoying that sight as much as she possibly could. She began to move her shoulders around, to move her hips around, to do everything in her power to get herself nice and aroused. There Was no way she was going to do anything but observe this with as much gust as she could possibly manage. Now she was going to leave this scene anything but soaking wet and ready to jump her son’s bones even harder than her mom had. She watched the two get close. And the cock was rock hard, swinging between the woman’s thighs as she continued to tweak with the man underneath her body. She was getting him wonderfully excited…and finally, her daughter understood how she was mocking him, how she was controlling him, how she was going to make him totally subservient to her simply by delaying the inevitable. And she crossed her legs, her sheer stockings rubbing against one another as she looked at the two of them continue to stare at each other. And then her mom gently spat in her sons’ mouth, and he looked up. His cock exploded with action too…a bit of precum drained from it and it was hard enough it was standing straight upward, not touching either thigh anymore. “Wow” Caroline muttered, “you really know how to play with a guy, don’t you?”

“Suppose I do?” her mom asked over her shoulder, continuing to rub her thighs on the cock ‘Okay, I think I may mount him soon. He seems…excited enough for us to begin” the woman on top of him, looking down at him, smiling at him as he was clearly out of any semblance of control underneath her. He was looking up, mouth agape, begging for discipline in front of the older woman as she slowly lowered herself down, slowly grasped in his face with her own, kissing him deeply…still waving her ass around, her cunt just above the head of his cock. And she was getting frustrated…but she had to admit it was funny. Her mom was playing him expertly, turning him into little more than a toy and there wasn't a single thing he could do about it. She licked her lips, loving every second of watching as she saw the guy groaning with excitement, with confusion, with desire. The kiss grew more intense and. Finally…she was sure she was about to see genital contact finally occur. She gripped the button, ready to press it any second now, feeling sweat run down her face as the suspense got to her, too.

And then the woman's hatred riding him like she was possessed, throwing herself right onto him. The sound was quite loud as her cunt mounted him. The beep started, by the time it ended he was entirely inside of her, the woman was bouncing lightly at first. And then she clenched her abs, rolled them. He felt the abs on his cock, he was about to explode simply from feeling that. She smiled down at him, her hand lightly touching his face as she moaned outward, feeling him hump upward into her as she continued trending him like there was no tomorrow. And she just kept on fucking him, coming up and down and up and down on top of him, continuing to totally dominate his genitals with her own as she suddenly looked down at him, kissing his direction before she got up on him again, his cock nearly exiting her vagina…but not quite. She landed on him again, making him cry out underneath her as she kept on riding him, kept on making him moan underneath her as she got down close, breathing on his face as she kept on riding him, kept on making him feel totally overwhelmed by the sec. Cum for me” she ordered him “cum for me, as fast as you can she said, continuing to ride him. She kept on milking his cock with her cunt, kept on making him moan out and feel he was being dominated. Her abdominal wall could play some clever trick on him, could stimulate him in a way she didn’t even know about and she kept on riding him with reckless abandon.

The young man looked down from under her, feeling himself completely dominated…feeling that there was nothing left for him to do, no ways for him to defend himself after such a brutal session of domination. She kept on riding him, milking him with her cunt “come on” she almost begged him, almost ordering him “cum before I have to get mad” she threatened. She knew fear played with his cock, and his heart. And she bet on both of them, making him go crazy. And then she started fucking him even harder. He could feel his cock and pelvis both being abused as she kept on riding on him. The Headboard crashed into the wall multiple times, the entire house seemed to shake as the woman rode on top of him, looking down at him with reckless abandon, licking her own lips. I am going to turn you into such a little bitch. If you make me happy and cum forme “ she said before she started somehow fucking him even harder, her skin already covered in sweat as she was already fucking him way, way harder than she had even through as possible.

Caroline was more than impressed, watching her mom’s ass bounce around and her son’s cunt go in and out of it at rapid speeds. The speed of it all was making him go crazy as he was looking at her. He gulped as he was being so thoroughly raped. He understood, at some level, what was being done to him. He wasn’t sure if he cared or not that he was being manipulated like that. He mostly just loved the feeling of the woman riding on top of him. He mostly just didn’t want that feeling to ever end, just wanted her to keep riding him, mercilessly, for as long as possible until he was spent underneath her hips, until she had established total dominance over him and there was no chance, absolutely no chance at all that he could in any way resist her. And the woman just kept on bouncing on him anyway, looking down as her smile grew “yes, that’s it” she said, feeling his cock by itself deeper and deeper into her body “You Are starting to feel it, aren’t you?” she asked of him before she accelerated her hips. She crashed the breadboard into the wall hard enough momo was getting worried it was about to break. But the boy underneath her still wasn't cumming. She was amazed, honestly, that he had even survived this many pumps. Must have been that blowjob earlier…got the easy one out of him.

And the two of them kept on bouncing in bed. The young man looked up at the woman utterly dominating him. Her sweat was falling on him, her hair somehow growing even bigger and frizzier as she rode him, as she made him submit underneath her own intense pressure. She fell on him completely, she wrapped her arms around him. Gently, she bit his ear, putting a bit of pressure on humans she raised and lowered her hips on top of him, trying to make something happen down there. She could feel he was already getting to the point where he was going to cum…but he wasn’t cumming, not quite yet. Was he resisting the urge this well? She was impressed with him. She had to fuck him even faster than she had been before, she had to really slam into him each and every time her hips went down, desperately trying to pump that final pump from him, to get that final orgasm to shoot out of his boner and make him submit to her entirely. But it was a slow process, in many ways a painful process to make him actually get to the point where he is so helpless before her body that he would simply explode into her despite trying not to. And she undulated her abs again. And finally, she felt him begin to act with some real life. And she looked down at him. And she licked her lips, and she kissed him again, and she moved her abs some more, and she fucked him so hard the wall began to chip, and she kissed him deeply.

The young man threw his arm over her, feeling yer fuck him more and more. He was in an insane amount of pain and pleasure right now, the two of them not even canceling one another out just…existing simultaneously, giving him two sides so fat same count of sensations she bounced around underneath her, unable to do anything at all to influence the course or the effect of their lovemaking. He was a passive actor in all of this. And slowly, the role of passive actor was becoming much, much more appealing to him than it had been before. He kept bouncing below her hips, feeling her finally break that kiss. Feeling he lick across his lips, across his face, really made him feel like he was being totally ravished. He closed his eyes, showing his hips upward underneath her. And she just smiled, kissed his cheek and told him “you are going to fuck me like there’s no tomorrow” she said, talking quickly, as she had been this entire session up until this point “you are going to cum for me. You know that. Do it before I get mad at you” she was nearly hissing at him by this point.

His mom was nodding long, watching the action take place. She was impressed, amazed, even, at how effective he seemed to be at making her completely fail to make him cum. Maybe he had known one or two more tricks to control his body than she had given him credit for. And maybe he was just in a palace, mentally, where it was hard for him to cum from being bullied. Either way, he was resisting her incoming cunt well enough that it was a true challenge between the two of them. The woman got up and looked around, observing how the hops were falling on him, how they were making him act totally crazy as she kept on milking him, as she kept on making him moan wildly hand slap his arms around like there was nothing else for him to focus on in the world except cumming inside of her. And then she bit at his neck, that time, making him sick wildly. And then she simply squeezed him with her arms, harder than before, and then she worked her abs against him inside of her, really holding as she made the muscles do everything they possibly could. And that seemed like just enough for him to finally feel himself getting utterly dominated beyond the point where he could contain his reaction. His hips shot up as he dumbly waited for his own orgasm, barely even a participant in it so much as just an observer. And he looked at the woman on top of him as she reacted dot him finally cumming inside of her, his orgasm almost violent as he came again and again insisting on her. And then she looked back giving the thumbs up to her daughter instead of even looking at her grandson as she came inside of her.

Caroline pressed down at the button. The noise sounded, saying that the stopwatch had ended. She was amazed her mom would look at her instead of at him as his cock came to life, pumping load after hot steamy load into her. Caroline could see his cock and balls, from below. The way that they exploded underneath her, that they spat wave after wave of their goop into her and she only seem to take it in stride, almost seeming likes he loved every second of it as she kept on bouncing on him, moaning with total abandon at how he was pulsing with delight underneath her body, pressing load after laid into her without any control.

She was looking at her daughter because she knew he was just gonna close his eyes. And he did, totally shutting them with as much force as the muscle in his face could provide as he felt the intense feeling of his first orgasm inside of a woman. He was focused on that and…his other senses all seemed to leave him. Eh was just there, cumming wildly upward as his hand sweat all over the place. He felt like he was going to utterly fail below her body. But he kept on going away. He really wanted to show how good of a lay he was for these two but…but now all he could do was just explode inside of his grandmother.

She felt the cock inside of her spit its semen inside of her cunt. It was actually an interesting little “batch”, she felt that he was way goopier this time than the water semen she had seen dump from her daughter’s mouth. That was common, cum tended to get thicker with each subsequent orgasm. She kept on riding him as he kept on throwing his hips up, aspen and gasping as he kept his eyes closed…and then, she just waited for him to finish and then she tied herself up from him, letting the goop fall out of her and onto the bed, resting beside human and placing her arm around his neck, staring at her daughter “what was my time?”

Caroline was still a bit stunned by how her mother had acted about…well, about everything so far. She looked down at the watch and back at her mother. ‘What I looked at you because he wasn’t gonna see me anything. You know I really should have given you a camera so you could have captured the beautiful moment” she said, spreading her hair out, running her hands through it, and staring deeply into the eye of the other woman “I think I probably looked very beautiful as I rode on top of him” she suggested to her daughter, still fishing for some sort of traction to for the young woman who seemed, more than anything else, unsure of how to react. And then the younger woman, the forty year old, slowly took a breath in.

“I guess that makes sense” she almost whined, looking down at her watch then back up at the woman “You were at one minute forty-five seconds. Or a hundred dana drive seconds, if you wanna be weird about it,” she said, throwing the match at her grandmother, letting her see the number. The older woman fell back, wrapping her arm around her grandson ‘wow” she said, nuzzling him close “we were fucking for a little while there, huh?” she kissed him on the cheek “wonder what we could make if I tried to fuck you for as long as possible isn't for as short as possible” she suggested to him, testing out the answer for a reaction out of him.

And then his mom got on the bed, sitting beside the two of them and sighing “Oh my gosh, you two are impossible” she said, spreading her legs out and laying beside her son. She picked one of his hands up and draped it across her thigh “feel me up, little man” she made for him. And he began to, slowly feeling the flesh. The soft fatty tissues over the very hard muscular ones. He loved how the stockings felt on his fingers, too. He ran his hand up and down them sighing heavily as he felt how incredibly nice her leg was underneath his grip. And then he looked at her and smiled at her as he gazed into her eyes. And she smiled back at him, starting to very slightly giggle at what was happening between the two of them…” what, you want something out of me, baby boy?”

And Adam said nothing. Eh was exhausted. There was nothing for him to say about this point. He just kept on feeling her leg, kept on riding his hand up her feeling her with wild abandon. He wanted her. And she was letting him touch her now as she…did she…he wasn’t sure what he felt anymore. He wasn’t sure how he wanted to feel about her either. But she was looking at him with wonderful bedroom eyes. And that was enough for him. He got in close with her, he rubbed his torso against hers. He sighed as he kept the egg between the two of them strong, his chest pressing up against hers as both of them were suddenly feeling a connection that they had never felt before, their lips very nearly touching as their eyes were staring into one another. And they had no idea what the other one wanted, no idea what the other was going for. All they knew, all their of them knew all both of them knew was that this was going to be an incredibly intense experience the two of them were about to share. And for this very moment, at the very least that knowledge was enough to satisfy both of them. Their hands gripped onto one another, both of them feeling like they were about to…about too…about to do something with each other at the very least. And then the man suddenly felt a hand squeezing his cock.

Hey, lovebirds'' the older woman said, looking at the two of them below her. I am gonna give you thirty more minutes before you two make some of that love you are sharing in those googly eyes'' she said ‘that sound amenable to both of you?” she asked, her smile spreading across her face as she watched both of them shrink away somewhat nervously, then look back at her, both suddenly fearing intense fear that this woman was going to do something to utterly dominate both of them. And then they both nodded at her. “Perfect!” she said, pressing down on the button. Loudly, a noise sound, and the woman sat back in bed, reaching around her grandson's and daughter’s necks, she pulled both of them tightly into her right side, staring at the walls she let her head hard against the headboard “I’ll fix this wall some time” she said, feeling how the wall was actually failing against the headboard…there were definitely holes in it.

“It's no big deal,” Caroline said, stretching her own body and slowly wanking before she wrapped her arm all the way around her mom’s neck, pulling in. and the son, naturally, was totally squishy between the two of them “I understand how you can feel that ya gotta pay for it but it's fine, it's for my kid’s birthday,” she said, before laughing out loud. She was licking slightly, and definitely pulling her lover in closer and closer as she was doing so, looking directly into the eyes of her mother. And above his face, the two of them kissed, again. And he felt an intense pang of jealousy as he looked at the two of them above him. And then they spread out, staring at each other and both intently cuddling the little guy between them. And he was shivering between their bodies as he looked at the two of them.

“Um” he started” and they both looked down at him. He was being put on the spot. He wasn’t feeling like this was a good question to ask but…but he wanted to ask it anyway. Maybe he could just…ask it and he didn’t have to be super nervous about it “well, I wanted to know…what did mom ask for when it was her eighteenth birthday?” he said, looking at both of them as they squeeze their way around him, hoping for an answer instead of just more laughter from these two goddesses who had felt they could lay with him, for which w was eternally grateful. His grandmother chuckled slightly. But he was pretty sure she was laughing with him, not at him, at some sort of funny story. He saw her mom blush as the idea was mentioned.

“This radiation goes back a long time in our family,” her mom said, staring at their daughter as she looked away “a long time,” she said, reaching her lips forward and kissing on her daughter's breasts. “Actually, the relationship between us started back on her eighteenth birthday. I asked her what she wanted and he had big plans for us, a huge plan for us to have a little beach getaway and…and well, spend every minute inside the hotel room entirely nude. Although I do recall there being some clothing worn inside. Heels, corsets, and more than a few harnesses. You remember all that, baby girl?” the grandmother asked her daughter, who relentlessly pushed at what she was asked…and then slowly opened the vermouth.

“Yes. it was amazing” she said, smiling gently at her son, and mom “it was amazing, really. I didn’t make it a competition because, get real here, this old bag of bone wasn't going to do anything to me that I wasn't going to easily counter,” she said, pointing her finger directly at the old woman, and then kissing her on the forehead “that was nice, I never knew that a crone like her could actually do so much to meet my wildest fantasies…that was probably the first time I ever spanked her for thanking me,” she said, mumbling to herself “or did I thank her for spanking me? Mom, do you remember which it was?”

Maggie rolled her eyes “I think we both did both a decent bit” she said, before looking down at her son “and as for whether I was old or not…I wasn't sixty-five for my entire life. I remember myself being quite the silver fox when I was down there. And you aren’t exactly a song chicken yourself, you pecking hen” she said, continuing to anime animals But you were quite the lil bitch when I had you under my control in that hotel room” she said, before laughing at what was honestly a pretty basic joke, shaking the entire bed as she did so.

“You were three you’re older than I am now” her daughter smugly pointed out “but yes, you did look pretty excellent for most of your life, even now…well, even now I can only hope I grow up to look as good as you do right now when I am an old crone like you are now,” she said, giggling to herself again, and then kissing her son on the cheek, and then kissing her mom on the cheek “and it was a lot of fun to spend those days with you, mom,” she said, staring into her mom’s seductive eyes, pretty sure she knew what the next question was going to be. But she was going to wait for him to ask it, not ask it herself. She could even hear him, at this very moment, stuttering and stammering to get it past his lips and toward the woman he wanted to speak to.

“Do you two…keep going…Afterward?” her son asked. He was terrified to ask it. But he did feel a newfound sense of confidence. Was this losing his virginity? Maybe it was something else. But he was really enjoying talking to both of these women, he was really enjoying the way that both of them were able to interact with him, to make him feel accepted, loved, and in his proper place “I mean, with the sex” she said, feeling kind of dumb for specifying. But he didn’t want there to be any kind of ambiguity in his question. He wanted a straight answer…well, a lesbian answer, but he wanted the answer, lesbian or not, to be given to him plainly without a bunch of wordplays harshing his mellow. And he looked at the younger of the older women as she coyly looked down at him.


“The sex? The sex…” shrub the ricin ‘hh, the sex were were having, that sex?” her mom laughed at that. Her son was just confused “yeah, where and where. Not every day or anything but there were some moments where we jumped on each other's bones. There were some periods where we didn't touch each other at all but also…some intensely hot moments between us” she said, pressing some are from her son’s eye “and, let me guess. You want to now because you love sex with us, or with your grandmother at least…and my blowjobs I guess…and you want us to keep on wrestling you, keep on fucking you, keep on using you as our toy like we’re doing today, for as long as we possibly can is that what you want out of us, young man?” she asked, moving her face forward at him.

He felt himself shaking from the question “yes” he admitted “yes to all of that” he said, amazed at how well she had read him. It was almost like she was his mom or something ‘I am…I mean, I am excited to fuck you, and I” he considered using a different word besides fuck. But his mom didn’t seem offended by it. So why should he? “I was thinking I'd like to keep going. Plus if either of you wanna beat somebody up…I’m always available for you” he said, grabbing each of hrm around the back of the neck and pulling them in. They followed his lead and both hugged him so tightly they felt like they were about to crush him underneath their bodies. And they kept hugging him, they kept rubbing themselves up against him, their bodies nearly becoming one with him as his mom had time to really analyze the question he had asked her. And as soon as he let loose they both pressed a bit away from him, looking down at him and smiling.

“Yeah, I could fuck you and beat you up every now and then,” his grandmother said, shrugging

“You know I always wanted to beat you up,” his mom said “But as for fucking, we’ll have to check again in…how long is it, mom?”

Maggie looked down at her stopwatch “another ten minutes and you too are good to the bone” said the older woman, looking very closely down at the watch. Then she pulled her eyes up watching both of the other people looking at her. And suddenly they all began to laugh again, none of them having any sort of explanation for why they were all laughing so hard. It was just a little moment of shared joy that they were all going through. “You know,” said the grandmother, “I feel kind of worried about losing to you… What am I going to do if you eat me 2-1?”

“More than that” his mom pointed out “if you count the three hold contests yesterday separately,” she said, somewhat smugly

“I don't,” Adam said. They both looked down at him “I don’t count them separately. They were all one event” he said, feeling like he had every right to say that. And his mother and grandmother both laughed at him saying that. And it felt really good for some reason, to be aligned like that. He leaned in and kissed both of their breasts, his lips going right up against their nipples. But not sucking on them, he wasn't quite there…yet.

“Hmm,” his mo said, looking down at him ‘I guess you probably aren’t going to ask the actually important questions about any of this, are you?” she pressed the back of his head, making him suckle on her nipple. She sighed heavily, enjoying herself as he kept on suckling, occasionally looking up at her as she cupped the back of his head, clearly greatly enjoying doing this as she rubbed her hand up and down his head “see, we are playing a pretty dangerous game here. And when you play a dangerous game, you have to keep certain…rules in mind” she began making him suckle even deeper from her, nearly jamming her entire breast down his mouth at this point. for instance, I can tell you right now that I am on the pill, with no chance of you getting me pregnant. Now, would you have thought to ask that?” She asked him if he tried to answer her. She made sure his face stayed where it was, his mouth on her tit “I thought not. Just one example, of hundreds of possible things a guy like you could fuck up when performing such delicate feats as wonderful sex with your mom” sh ee said, moving in and kissing him on the forehead “but don’t worry, I am much older and smarter than you, and I am here to guide you through all these tricky problems, so you can make it through without causing any kind of little disaster with me” she said, reaching down and kissing his forehead again. She looked up, seeing her mother scoffing at what she had just said and done. “What, ma?” she asked, giggling under her breath ‘I was just giving him some advice. Is there something wrong with my advice?” she asked him, patiently tapping her foot down on the bed, loving how she esteemed to get ticked off by the very insinuation that she could have been unreasonably angry about something.

“Well, you never had to ask if I was on the pill. You never asked anything from me, during our escapades, you’d just break into my room and start suckling my breasts when I was asleep some days'' and at that Adam finally found himself getting hard again ‘But, as for the advice you gave him…I guess that would be a reasonable precaution. But come on, no way a young man like him is going to go there immediately. You're older, he expects that means that you are going to give him some kind of protection if you aren’t on nay” she said, and then stroked her shin, continuing to look mostly at her daughter, but slightly past the younger woman “and besides, he didn’t ask me if I was using any kind of protection when he fucked me. And you didn’t get on him. I think you should maybe look at yourself before you go so far as to criticize him” she said, gently poking her daughter in the breast that wasn’t getting suckled, trying to make her face look judgemental without seeming overly harsh, and not even affording a smile as she thought of ways to criticize her daughter for being a bit too much of a worry-wart around her own son “anyway, I think it's kind of a given that you are protected in a situation like this…is all I'm saying” the older woman finally finished, shrugging her shoulders as she considered the million other angles from which one could view this situation, and getting so caught up with possibilities and counter-possibilities that it all became a bunch of incoherent gibberish she herself couldn’t even begin to keep p with. And so she leaned against her pillow, closing her eyes and yawning loudly, thinking and hoping that something of what she said had gotten through to her daughter.

“I never used any because we’re lesbians. And come out, he didn’t have to ask you because you were already through menopause before he was even born” the daughter said, a big fat smile on her face as she knew she said something that was gonna piss her mom off. And piss her off it if, the woman immediately sitting straight up and wagging finger aggressively in the direction of her daughter. She even went so far as opening up her mouth, no doubt planning to have a series of lectures come from that hole as soon as it opened. But something changed as it hung there, and she realized she had just fallen into a trap.

“Okay you know for a fact I was not through menopause by that point,” she said, grabbing the back of his neck ‘ad so does he Gosh you are really testing me today. I’ll have to watch out for you, won’t I” the woman asked her daughter. The daughter leaned in, and the two of them issued, briefly, their tongues battling as they leaned over the son between them, feeling him grow more excited at what was going on right over top of him, and slowly but surely the two of them separated, both wiping their mouth clean for spit before looking down at the young man, finding him cuddling against the thigh of his mother, looking absolutely scared by what was going on around him. A hand gently patted him on the ear as his grandmother kept going “well, I guess we need to just get on top of him and show him who is boss soon. And by we I mean you, and by showing him who's boss I mean fail to make him cum in under a minute forty-five because…well because just come on, no way in heck this guy is gonna cum that fast” she said, before kissing him on the cheek again “is there, huh little guy?” she said, rubbing her hand across his torso, eliciting more strange reactions from her touch as he slightly started to shake around, moaning gently in no particular direction for no particular reason s the hand continued across his body, finally stopping at his hard cock “oh, wow” his grandmother observed “I did not expect you to be this excited already. Maybe I should have done more to make you unusable afterward” she said, scratching her chin “Maybe making him cum fast was the wrong strategy all along”

“Maybe,” his mom said” but why bother thinking about it, not like we’re doing this again anytime soon” he suckled harder on her tit “Hmm, well, maybe someday I guess. We could '' the older woman said, relenting and looking at her mom, smiling at the older woman who was smiling back at her “well, I guess we don’t really know what the future holds. We can…keep it a topic of discussion, I suppose” the younger of the two women said “still, the game is kind of imaginary, not like either of us win anything from it” she said, stroking the back of her sons head as he continued nursing from her like nothing was going on that he could possibly comprehend.

“Winner gets his opinion aimed at her” pointed out the older one “I mean, winner will get his opinion that she is the better domme and the better lover overall. And the loser will be cast aside as a secondary lover, not a primary interest to him and I guess that’s pretty meaningful in its own way” his grandmother said, really considering what she was saying at this point, stroking her own china and considering how she was going to really be thinking about this by the time the contest was over ‘Or I guess that's how he wants us to think of it. Maybe he’ll still like us both the same afterward” she said, tapping her foot again.

“Honestly” his mom said, pressing her further and further up her tit “if the prize is him wanting to fuck you all the time, you can have it” his mom laughed, his grandmother laughed with her “no, but I am going to try my best here. And I think I may just surprise you with how I spin this'' she said, giggling to herself “I may take some strategies that an old bat like you would have never even considered may show him some stuff that would only exist in his dreams, until I showed him how to make those dreams a reality” she said, firmly grasping his arm, feeling the thing muscles over his bone. “Hey, how much time do we got left on that watch? I feel like I could start any minute, and maybe I wanna start prepping him soon” said the mother of the boy, crossing her legs impatiently and awaiting an answer from her brown mother. And she finally left his head unattended, allowing him to get off of her breast and gasp for air, barely managing to suck up any.

“Says we got four minutes,” Magie said, looking Caroline in the eye, and then down at the young man who was aggressively kissing in circles around the nipple that had just been in his mouth. “Guess she’s not interested in suckling so much anymore,” the older woman said, rolling over and stepping off the bed she threw her arms up, and once again she yawned loudly “come on slowpoke” she said to the old lady “I bet you are gonna put me to sleep with whatever you end up doing to him” said the older woman, feeling pretty clever about what she had just said, feeling like she was definitely going to see her daughter try her best but still crash and burn in this particular competition. Maggie was pretty confident she had gotten what she needed out of him. And the young man was simply lying there, barely even moving anymore. He was going to barely function unless…unless his mother pulled out something super arousing, like way beyond what she was showing him before. And the woman gently grabbed his head and kissed him, the two of them making out. Two minutes left. And it seemed like his mom wanted to kiss us way through those two minutes. Maggie remembered a quote about how nothing happens for twenty years, then a century happens in a week. This was kind of the same way, thirty minutes fly pas and then the one minute and some change of sex seem like an eternity of fast action but really its just a few seconds of fast action, her mind just raced in an attempt to keep up with it, kept her on her toes but sacrificed an accurate understand of how quickly events were actually going by. The old lady knew that she was likely to mess up on specific things in a situation like this But she barely minded, she knew she could get by just on generalities. And she walked up to the two of them, watching the man and woman kissing each other. The mother and son are engaging in a closer, more loving bond than ever before. Her daughter and grandson, both enjoying one another’s bodies before her eyes. Nearly brought a tear up…but no, she wasn't going to cry for this…not yet.

The timer went off. And Caroline looked at Maggie for confirmation. A nod was all she needed. Caroline got on top of the young man, immediately kissing him more deeply than before, holding her body on top of his, kissing him more and more deeply as she kept on moving her arms around his body, pinning him down completely. A vulgar display of power…always a good way to set up dominance over a man. For a natural son like Adam, it seemed like a fantastic way to start. And so the older women walked behind the two of them, watching the man’s living boner and the woman’s wet vagina, making sure both of them were really active but not quite touching one another. They were. Oh got they were. The way the mom was kissing her son, you'd think she liked him or something. Her lips were locked with his, her tongue exploring way down in his throat as her arms went around his neck pulling him in intently, kissing him deeply enough that the entire rest of the world seemed to disappear with the smooch, it was like just the two of them existed, and nothing else in all of reality. The two of them kissed hard, harder, making their tongues travel about in one another’s mouths, kissing like their lives depended on it. There was a hint of his desire to control her. and she understood that. But she pulled it. She would not be kissed aggressively by her own son, not even today. Besides, he wouldn’t even know what to do if he tried anything dominant over her; he would just act like a lost puppy. And she couldn’t have him as a lost puppy, not if she was in to make sure he ended up really expressing his love for her, as quickly and as efficiently as possible. She moved her hands up and play with his nipples. She tweaked them, made him ooh and ahh at her as he moved his body around underneath her touch. She had to lick her lips at that. Why was her son such an appetizing prey item? Everybody who saw him, certainly everybody who made love to him, they all seemed to want to jump on top of him like a fox in the henhouse. And she kissed him again, before she finally got up, turning around and giving her mom the same thumbs up her mom had given her when Adam came the first time. And her mom just rolled her eyes, accepting that she was going to get made fun of or that, much more interested in trying to capture some crazy, dirty sex between the two people with her eyes than she was concerned over trying to make any kind of case for why it was perfectly fine for her to do that. And then the woman seemed like she was just about to jump his boner. And Maggie licked her lips in her hot anticipation, imagining a thousand sexy little ways this could go as she slowly slither her body up, closer than she had been before.

And then Caroline lowered her lower body, practically all at once, impaling herself quickly, like how her mom did. “Fuck” she shouted in a mid-range of volume as she began bouncing on her son. The woman seemed to be trying, but was she trying her best? Her momo was intrigued. This lady could do some seriously erotic stuff with that body of hers. Why was she focused on attacking his cock in such a…pedestrian way? The mom kept on staring, starting the timer immediately after the penetration had occurred. Both mother and son heard it. Mother began very quickly riding his cock, using her cunt to pull him and stretch him and make him feel all sorts of ways imply by playing with him inside of her. She was making him shake around, making him coo out, making him cry with incredible restaurants. It had been five seconds and she had already confused him more ways than his grandmother could easily count. That was some impressive, competitive sex on his mom’s part. His grandmother tried not to make a scene, tightening her thighs together and merely breathing her hot breath instead of trying to say how hot what she was seeing was to her. Surely it would be understood, in time, that she was seeing something that was really knocking her socks off, and she knew that it had barely even begun. Or she hoped it had, at least. Maggie could also see her daughter’s wonderful ass and made note of how perfect it was, even in her middle age she had one of the finest butts that Maggie had ever seen in her life. Maybe the finest she had ever seen, it was hard to think of any better butts at least. And it bounced around freely and aggressively as it bounced around under its owner, the woman sighing and feeling up her man as she kept on riding him. Maggie leaned in, really making sure to try to look at everything, observing how her daughter was fucking him. Fifteen seconds in, and nothing seemed very special about any of this. Maybe her daughter was just a paper tiger, somebody who may be thought too highly of her fundamentals' ' in sexual activities and never considered how advanced game could improve things. But just as she was thinking that the advanced game began right before her very eyes. Caroline turned around to face Maggie, eye to eye.

The entire encounter, up till now, had been enough to nearly drive the young man insane. He had felt the cunt tugging and pulling on him he had seen his mother above him smiling down at him. It was wonderful but, so far, not really any better than what his grandmother had started with. Maybe he was going to end up taking more than two minutes this time, maybe his grandmother would leave his mom in the fast this time. But all of those thoughts were quickly exiting his head when he saw his mom suddenly turn her entire body around, twisting on his cock, but staying mounted on it. The feeling of the twist itself was wonderful, enough to make him jolt just a bit under the pressure being applied to him. And then he was looking at his mom’s incredible back, the musculature dancing for him as he gently moved his hand across it. And then he looked down, seeing her incredible ass. He was going crazy with desire as he saw that big sack of meat staring at him. He felt like he needed to grasp it as soon as possible like he needed to get a nice feeling from it before he had lost track. “Go ahead” his mom's aid, as if she was reading his mind. And he reached forward, grabbing her ass and sighing as he felt its perfect curves delighting his hands. And suddenly he was fucking upward as hard as he was getting fucked. He was holding on for dear life, though, because his mom upped the ante and made him fuck her as hard as he could, hard enough that he was scared of anything that could potentially happen in the mids of this sexual encounter. He just held his tongue and tried to not cum too soon, lest he dishonor his grandmother by trying to assert, through his semen, that maybe she wasn’t as big of a semen demon as his mom was.

Caroline smiled as she tended around on top of him. Fucking him was about as much fun as she had expected. Which is to say a decent bit. But turning around on his cock and smiling at her mom, giving her the same thumbs-up she had gotten mid-orang, that made the day worthwhile. Maggie actually giggled at it. And Caroline was glad Maggie was happy. Maybe she’d be glad enough that she would graciously accept the loss she was about to get hands in this particular contest. The woman on the young man’s cock began to bounce faster and faster. When his hand went on her ass, immediately her first thought was to get aggressive with him…but that wasn’t quite right. Instead, she let him hold the cheeks but ducked him harder. He could feel her up all day long, as long as he knew that he had to match her speed, that she was going to fuck him so fast that they could mix cement or separate blood. And her ass was shaking around like crazy on top of him, bobbing up and down as her mouth had earlier. And he gripped it harder, feeling the supple flesh bleed into rock-hard muscle. And the sensation was growing to be too much for him. His entire body was bending up like a bow but…but he couldn’t cum, not yet. It wouldn't be fair, he stared directly at the gigantic ass shaking in front of his face. He tried to resist the obvious urge to bust in there, tried to think of ways that he could make himself focus on something else but…but damn she had a nice fucking ass. It was covered in sweat, shining in the light, swinging all over the place and making him feel almost sick with how much he appreciated it. He set his teeth and tried to think about anything else, to slow down the rate at which we were cumming. But now, he couldn’t do that, he was going to have to finish this, to go through with ejaculating inside of this woman, wasn't he? Otherwise, well, who knew what would happen. He just tried to lean foyer and slow himself down, tied to make sure he wouldn’t cum in her before things had properly started yet. It was hard for him. That ass held secrets he want access to. And her back was actually looking better by the second, the muscles on it were flexing like crazy, and he loved watching them dance before his eyes. Reverse cowgirl had some advantages, it seem, d over regular cowgirl, advantages he could both get used to and come to appreciate as time went on. He smiled gently, feeling an immense wave of sexual pleasure washing over his body. But he couldn’t cum from it, not yet. He would then to wait till the time was right, regardless of how irresistibly the woman riding on him may have been, he would have to keep on trekking through this until the very last moment. Breaking before he had to break would betray…the entire game. He bit his lip now, watching that back act up as doing things to him, and the ass that was bouncing in his hands was doing even more for him. He considered just grabbing her back but…but he didn’t actually want to be in charge of any of this. He just wanted to feel up the girl’s ass and make her dominate him and the girl-his mom-the girl was really riding him like he was her own personal money pump, and she had infinite access. He let out a long guttural moan. Wasn’t even slightly voluntary, just what happened when he was fucked so well and so aggressively by such an expert boyfcucker as his momo was. She even turned around, looking over her schedule and blowing a kiss at him. His heart fluttered at that, somehow, even though he was so hardened by all of this, he found himself going in for it, even harder than he had been going before. He was going to fuck this woman as nobody had ever fucked anybody else before the challenge was as arousing to him almost, as the sex was.

He reached higher up his mom’s bac. Carolien slapped his hands away “stay in line, twerp” she said to him aggressively. Those words hit him like arrows. But like cupid arrows, they made him feel like she was the exact right one for him. He laid down, letting her dominate him with her squishy backside. And she kept on riding him, moaning hot breath from her mouth as she watched the woman with the stopwatch look down, it had nearly been a minute, and Maggie was worried that maybe her daughter would achieve orgasm before the son did. But maybe she was just that good at faking it. Anyway, the woman with the stopwatch kept an eye glued to it, even if he had a strong urge to focus both on her slutty daughter’s escapades with her son. And the woman licked her lips, moaning gently's she saw he action grow more and more intense, hear both of them scream out in need bly loud, pronounced voices as they rode upon each other, showing disregard for everything but one another. And then the older woman smiled. It was over a minute now. There was no way she thought that Caroline was going to pull something out of her ass that would change the dies so late in the game. But that was here she was about to be proven wrong. Because Carol acted suddenly, her movement was like a steel trap, disciplined and incredibly explosive. The woman opened her legs and kept opening them, stretching them apart at an angle that had to be 1800 degrees, showing her ass directly to the young man behind her as she kept on fucking, riding harder and harder, her ass squished into o a different shape and forced to jiggle at a different rate as she kept on riding his co with all the force she could possibly muster against him enough that he had to close his eyes as he felt the heat and the pressure grow worse and worse as his mom rode him mercilessly. She was yipping with every fall now. And his grandmother had to wonder if maybe his mom had figured out something beyond what she had ever learned. Whatever this technique was, it sure seemed to get the young man excited far beyond his ability to speak. He threw his hips upward, the thrust lifting his mom up off the bed. And she was on her heels, and she pressed herself upward, following through on his initial thrust and falling all the way down back across him. And his grandmother wondered, then, if that would finally be enough to set off this little powder keg and have the man legitimately break it off or cum inside of the woman. The man behind her seemed to be breathing a bit irregularly at that point and at a minute ten, Maggie realized this was all over her daughter was going to defeat her, maybe two her out of the water. Maggie bit down on her lip, feeling her own arousal grow as the two of them bucked once again, the woman on her heels and it was over in a flash, there was no longer any question of who was going to absolutely dominate this little contest.

“OOOOH” was all the young man could make out, bucking upward wildly and aggressively after having his cock so completely served by the cunt of his mother. He was staring at her ass, at her legs. Had been since she spread them. And a beautiful spread it was one that made him hard enough that he was going to keep on watching her, keep on fucking her for as long as he possibly could. He watched her bounce around on top of him, watching the way her legs spread out. Jesus, they were long, and Jesus they were powerful. The woman knew exactly how to balance. Any angle was good for her, was an angle from which she would fuck both athletically and aesthetically. The show he was given, the giggling perfect ass in front of him almost the whole time there was coitus…that was probably the biggest single factor responsible for sending him over the edge in such a quick time frame. He was looking right at the ass jiggling, seeing his cock go in and out of her pussy, and that was enough that he suddenly snapped into reality, his feet shooting outward as he finally realized that this was going to be it for him. He was going to cum, and he was going to cum as hard as he possibly could after what his mom had done to his power, defenseless cock. And just won a contest. He cried out as he felt he was about to cum. His mom and grandma both giggled at the way he cried, continuing to do their thing as he was finally busting right under their noses. And the older woman had to roll her eyes as she saw that this was happening. A minute fifteen and the young man was already overwhelmed. And not just overwhelmed, but far more overwhelmed by this sexual encounter than he had been in his with her. Maggie, as much as she was jealous of her daughter in this particular moment, and to admit that she had immense respect for Caroline’s technique the woman must have known just how much that young man loved her ass. And training him to fear it earlier that day with her little smothering trick probably helped him nice and had for her, too. And Caroline agave Maggie her final gift.

For a third time, Caroline held up the thumbs-up gesture. Her mom rolled her eyes as her son rolled his entire body into a bow shape, his cock twitching inside of her and shooting jet after jet of hot sticky fluid inside of her. The mom heard the timer go off, the thumb raising further up as she felt that young man cumming aggressively and repeatedly inside of her, knowing that he was busting with a frankly insane, possibly even irresponsible degree of force and love throwing from his grown into his moms. She kept riding him like nothing big happened, trying to remain stoic upon the young man as she felt him fucking upward, harder and harder until his seed was shooting deep enough inside of her that she had to tach down and grab her belly, her hard abs barely bending underneath her fingers as she did so. And her mom was impressed by that standing there and gently clapping her hands as she saw the young lady ride with such wild abandon. And then the mother ended up lurching forward, huffing, and then suddenly hugging her mom tightly, pulling the woman in as her son finished cumming inside of her.

Somehow his third orgasm was his most intense of the day. which probably and with the most intense of his life. He jolted up. No, definitely did. His cum was incredibly gooey this time, barely even fluid as it shot into his mom’s pussy, filling her up as he was shaking underneath, unable to control himself very well at all as he felt himself buck upward repeatedly, his entire universe flashing before his eyes. Hsi arms mindlessly spread out, trying to grasp at something but failing to do anything but wave around dumbly. His mom was on top of him, surely she was feeling this. How did she feel about him cumming inside of her like this? She seemed to be enjoying it based on the sounds she was making. He looked upward, still seeing his mom’s ass. She was still doing a split on top of him/. And he dropped his head again, finally grasping back at his mom’s ass, sighing as he felt her slowly start to fuck him more slowly again, giving him just a little breathing room as she fell upon him again and again. And the woman was nearly exhausted from all this. She was clearly coated I sweat as she leaned over the man she was on. And she was clearly very excited about something as she got up close and personal with her own mother, making a point of getting as intimate as she could.

Maggie was a bit stunned, a bit embarrassed, and a lot aroused as her daughter's arms wrapped around her body. Caroline made the most erotic sound Maggie had heard in her entire life, right into Maggies’ ear as the younger of the two women finished bobbing on her son’s cock, finished making sure that he came inside of her. And she bounced on him again and again and again, making sure she got every drop out of him as she held her mom tightly to her body. Their nipples were poking together. The two of them were nearly kissing, could have easily jammed their tongue in one another's ears, or began to nibble on one another’s necks. They didn’t thank the Lord, who knows how crazy Maggie would have gone if she had such an erotic opportunity pop up right then and there. For now, at least, she was satisfied with the arms wrapped around her and the funny noises coming into her ear. They were both…soothing. She let the rip upon her continue. She felt the way that the woman was really holding onto her, was really looking for something you for her. And Maggie had always been a good provider for her family. That was one of relatively few things she had always made sure to do when she was with her daughter or her grandson…give them what they needed. And what her daughter needed right now was somebody to balance on. And whatever shortcomings she may have had as a mother, Maggie had a firm posture.

Exhausted. Caroline was exhausted as she lay over her mother's body. Her back was covered in so much sweat it was pooling upon her son’s belly. She had gotten her mom soaked just by hugging her, and she didn’t even have any clothes that would have absorbed the water. Her hair was somehow hanging even straighter than usual, down as far as it could go as the woman desperately clung to the woman in front of herself. And somehow she found it in her to grab the stopwatch from her mom’s hand “One fifteen” she said aloud, looking at her mom in the eye, noses touching “looks like I won. Isn't it mom?” she asked, barely hanging on anymore, holding her mom around the waist and managing little else as she sat there.

“Yeah, it does,” her mom said, smiling at her. “Godo game young lady” Maggie said, kissing her daughter on the cheek. And with that, the woman fell backward, landing on top of her son. He was still inside of her, and she was laying on top of him, which made it kind of hard to breathe. The old lady walked to them and flipped them on their side at least so that he wouldn’t have so much trouble eating. “What are you gonna do with your prize, young lady?” asked the grandmother, standing behind the two of them, admitting how amazing they looked from behind “going to Disneyland?” she said, giggling to herself about even asking the question, not considering what the answer may have been.

The woman looked backward, over her shoulder “well” said Caroline “rest up before ai decide” she said and put her head down on the bed. And then the old lady climbed in, looking down at her daughter and grandson. Both were fast asleep. “Well look at this,” she said as she slowly got in apple behind her son’s back, placing an arm over his body “seems like I am going to have to live with this for a while. The oldest person in the house, and I am falling asleep as' ' she whined almost comically, getting behind her son and cuddling him into her. And the three of them are all nuzzled, front to back, the birthday boy in the middle.
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Just for visual reference, any pictures te fees of morphs as to how the women look? At 65, I think she would be perfect. [Only Registered Users Can See LinksClick Here To Register]
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