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Default The Rite of Manhood - Deadly Mother-Son Battle

Unfortuantely, can't post everything I wrote all at once because of problems with the way this forum seems to be set up, so I guess stay tuned for more of this story tomorrow?

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The basement was empty for now. Tom had been down here for a while, getting ready for what would be, quite literally, the fight of his life. He knew his mother was a powerful woman, it was no secret, and it was undeniable. In this world, a woman’s power and prestige depended on her ability to defeat the young men in their coming of age wrestling matches. The Society had no use for men except as breeders and pleasure slaves, and even then only the strongest, the ones who could survive a wrestling and sex contest withthe women of the society, typically (and preferably) their own mothers. The women here, though, could be incredibly powerful, and they gained their prestige and status in society by beating young men in these initiation trials.

Indeed, young Tom Morse’s own mother, Betty, was one of the most powerful and prestigious women in the entire society. She not only defeated her own sons (he had four older brothers - Emphasis on the HAD) but she happily volunteered to wrestle and dominate any boys whose own mothers turned down the chance to wrestle them. As a result, she had a 23-0 record in these vicious and erotic contests, a personal history that was impressive and had afforded her, Tom, and his younger brother plenty of luxury in their lives. That luxury had come at the price of having to wrestle her on their 18th birthday, though, a feat few (let’s be honest, NO) men had survived before.

It was a heavy trade-off, of course, but it wasn’t one he’d ever had a choice about. It was also not one that he would have turned down if he could, while some would say that the risk was too high and his mother’s skills too great, they would be wrong. His mother was large for a woman, of course, 5‘10 and 200 pounds, but Tom was larger. At six feet and 230, Tom had both height and weight against his mother, and none of her opponents had previously come even close to matching her pure physicality. The challenge came from her size and strength, both of which Tom knew he would be match enough for, not from her pure grappling skill. And his mother had given him every chance to succeed, too, sending him to wrestling trainers and giving him a workout on the level of an MMA fight camp for the several months leading up to this match. She wanted him to have as much of a chance as he could.

She was giving him too much of one, he was sure. He had snuck downstairs and watched some of the matches, he had seen how she preferred to simply overpower, humiliate, and dominate the men that she was paired against. Without her advantage of size and strength, Tom was going to give her a beating she had never experienced, never even thought about, and come out victorious. He would prove himself his mother’s superior, and he would walk away victorious, and with the privilege of continuing to live in the luxury that the pure luck of her muscle and size had granted him.

Tom tried to focus on his training, and remembering what he was in for. He was sure he would be able to handle his mother, of course, impressive as she was, they may have been an even match in skill, but he had the height and the muscle to take her apart. He lay back on the mat in the basement, and stretched out his leg, feeling the muscles of his thighs and calves, both of which would be useful on dominating his mother, strain just a little bit. It felt good, though.

He checked the clock, then rolled over and began to do a set of push-ups, just making sure he was ready and warmed up for the battle. His mother, and Jess, the assistant from the Society, would be here to start things off any minute. He took a few deep breaths to clear his mind, as he stretched out his shoulder and arm muscles. As the time ticked closer, memories of the domination his mother had exerted on the other men who had been on these mats with her down here popped into his mind. He was beginning to regret his youthful curiosity that had led him to watch those matches, he knew exactly what his mother as capable of.

He tried to keep himself calm. All that had been just... Well, what it had been, it didn’t change anything, he knew it going in. His memories of the exact way it played out may have been hard to skip over in his mind, but all the intimidating memories of the world couldn’t give his mother the extra 2 inches and 30 pounds she would need to beat him.

‘Just stay calm,’ he repeated the instruction to himself, ‘Just stay calm, this is gonna work out just fine. Don’t let it psych you out. Just one match, you’ve had plenty of practice with other women, you’re bigger, you’re stronger, you’ll do just fine.’ He stopped his stretches, and closed his eyes, practicing his breathing techniques to make sure he stayed calm. Of course, without the visuals of the world around him, the memories of his mother’s dominance came easier to his mind.

Good advice for anyone is to envision what you want to see, so Tom took a moment to try to replace those with images of his mother being outwrestled and dominated by other men, the idea of them crushing her, strangling her, even fucking her on the mats. The thought was arousing, but it calmed his nerves (all except the ones down below) as he thought about his mother being pummeled and pounded on the mats. It was true, it had never happened before that a man could get the better of his mother, but if he went into this fight assuming that wouldn’t change, then he wouldn’t have a chance. At the same time, if he went into this fight assuming that victory would be his soon enough, well, then there was a very good chance he would get exactly what he wanted out of the contest. His mother, panting and gasping as he railed her and dominated her, and him becoming not only the first male to defeat the powerful woman, but a fully realized man, and one with whatever small amount of prestige a man in his society could get from a victory over so powerful a foe.

As Tom tried to keep his focus and envision something he had, admittedly, never before seen, he was stirred from his reverie by the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs, and the light click of the door opening to the basement wrestling room. He looked up, and saw the society’s representative. Like all the women of this society, she had a beautiful, powerful build, with long athletic legs and an impressive set of biceps that stretched her tight, form-fitting suit. She was an impressive woman, but at 5’5 and only about 170, she didn’t have a patch on either Tom or his mother when it came to power.

“Alright, Tom, I’m Jess, I’m going to be proctoring your manhood test,” she explained, “Now, considering who your mother is I’m sure you know the rules, but just to run them down for you once again, this fight will be contested over three rounds. The first round will be knockout or submission, the second will be pin or submission, and the third will be forced orgasm. If you win two out of three, you’ll pass. Naturally, if you can’t win two out of three,” the woman looked the rims of her cat-eye glasses, “I’m afraid that there’s just no need for weak men in this society. They make inferior breeding stock, and if you could be forced to orgasm by your own mother, you’re hardly going to make much sense as a pleasure toy either. Do you have any questions before we get under way?”

"No," Tom said with a smile, "I know exactly what I'm going to do."

"Well," Jess had a faux-chipper tone in her voice, "Then good luck to you!"

Of course Tom had no questions, there was nothing he would need to ask. His mother was a powerful woman, but he was sure he could overwhelm her, soon. He was a talented wrestler, after all, and he doubted there was anything his mother (or any woman, really) could do to overpower a man of his size and strength. His mother was strong, after all, but she wasn't some freak of nature, and he could overpower her. He smiled as he waited for his mother to arrive, and nearly jumped in excitement as he heard the door click, and his mother step into the room. Like him, she was naked, there was no need to be clothed to wrestle, and like him, she was powerful. Indeed, he'd never truly seen how powerful she was until he saw her approaching, a dominant fire in her eyes. Her muscles were beautiful, broad and built, thick with power and endurance. She had thick, powerful legs that seemed custom-built to crush skulls and ribs to the point that they'd splinter into a pulp, and powerful arms that could pour on the pressure of a bearhug until the human bones crunched like a coconut under a boot, leaving no doubt that she had bested her opponent.

She was beautiful, and intimidating, but he was resolved not to be intimidated, even as she strode onto the mat and stared him in his eyes.


She smiled at him, and then raised her arm, flexing her biceps to make sure her son could see the power that lay under her bronze skin. He was eager to wrestle her, to dominate her, and it wasn't until right now he realized how eager he was to get to the sex round as well. Of course, that was going to come later. She stepped out onto the mats, her gorgeous thighs practically rubbing together as she took her position, staring back at Tom.

"You've seen what this body can do to boys like you, Tommy, and I've been waiting 18 years to destroy you. There's nothing more fun than taking my own sons apart in my wrestling room - And in my body, as well."

Her confidence, her power, was honestly a little intimidating, but Tom refused to be intimidated. As thick as her biceps and rocky abs were, he wasn't going to let her scare him. He had size. He had power. He had a dick that could break a woman in half, and his mother was going to be the first one to submit on it. He'd been saving himself for her - For her defeat. His shaft swelled, and her eyes went down to look at it, before looking back up to meet his and slowly licking her lips.

"I've been waiting for so long to have you in my clutches, little man,” her voice was smooth and dominant. She had raised him well, but now the mask of motherly affection was off, and she was ready to attack him. He was just as ready to fight back as his mother practically purred, “I'm going to enjoy tearing you apart."

Tom kept his eyes locked on his mother's body, staring at her. She had a lovely set of muscles on her, she had a beautiful form, and as she stepped on the mat, he saw the sheer power of her thighs in every motion. She smiled up at him, her eyes hungry for domination, and Tom knew that he had to make an immediate and powerful impact to dominate her here. He circled his mother slowly, warily, knowing he had to be careful about her power. He had more muscle than she did, sure, but that wasn't the same thing as saying he was going to easily overpower her. She could stand up to him, he knew that much, and he had to make sure he was looking and waiting for the right opening to strike.

Hunched over and with her arms out to wrestle, she was every bit the formidable opponent that he knew she would be. He kept his eyes on her beautiful body, watching for her to make the first move just in case. It seemed she didn't want to, she had raised him to be a fighter, and she wanted to see how well it had worked. That was fine by him, but part of being a fighter was making sure you knew what your opponent was doing, sizing them up and feeling them out before initiating anything. If he wanted to win, if he wanted to prove himself to her, he needed to do it now.

Tom stepped forward and grasped his mother to lock up with her, pushing against her with all the power his body could muster. His mother was strong, of course, but stronger than him? He doubted it. And she must have not expected him to take a direct route with his assault, she would be much more used to smaller, weaker opponents she could easily destroy, who would try to attack from one side or another, and she could easily respond to with a grab, a toss, and a powerful slam that could crush them to the unforgiving mat. He even saw a look of surprise on the observer's face as he locked up to his mother in the wrestling hold, she clearly didn't expect it either, and he took a certain satisfaction in knowing he was already exceeding everyone's expectations of him (and honestly, of any man in this society) by going at his mother head-on.

Their bodies lacked up, his chest pressed against her breasts, and he saw her brow furrow in concentration as he started to wrestle with her. She was surprised by his might, his will to battle, and it looked like she had a certain amount of respect for his assault as well. He began to push against her, digging his feet into the mat and trying to force her backwards, his thighs and calves bulging with power as he used his superior muscle mass and weight to force his mother to back off from his assault.

The look in her eyes began to shift, but he didn’t give it time to finish before he twisted her around, and in one hard shove, threw her to the mat, lying on her front. She gave a grunt of exertion, and the woman monitoring the contest gave a gasp of surprise, clearly she had never seen Betty in anything resembling a tough position in a fight, which gave Tom a certain hope that she wouldn’t know how to come back once she was behind, and she was already behind. He leaped down on her body, lying flat across it, feeling his stiff cock press against the curve of her powerful ass. He could feel her back rise and fall as he held her down, and reached out to wrap one arm around her neck, to pull her to his chest. The feel of her throat under his arm made him feel like a god, a warrior of the ancient world. He knew there was a time before, when men were more powerful, and he felt like he was becoming a throwback to that age as he tugged his mother's head back, choking her with his forearm, and locked his other arm around her. He had her in a chokehold, a perfect rear (literally) naked choke.


“Heh, got ya mom, you’re not as tough as you thought, are ya?” The young man laughed as he pulled her head back to his chest, his biceps bulging as his forearm crushed her throat. She writhed, and he pulled tighter, dominating her with all he had. And there was no denying it, he had a hell of a lot of power.

What he didn’t have, that his mother did, was experience. While he tried to squeeze tight and focus on controlling her, she had been focused on freeing her arm to let her go after him better. She threw an elbow back at his face, and it smashed into the side of his head,

"Fuck!" He grunted, as she threw the elbow back again, trying to stun him and force him to let go. He pulled his arm tighter around her, trying to crush her windpipe, but another stunning blow smashed into his skull, making the world seem to catch alight with pain. He grunted, and her other arm launched up at his face, connecting with his cheek. It was finally too much for the young man, and he had no choice but to roll off, trying to put distance between himself and his mother as quickly as he could before she got back to her feet to push the attack. Unfortunately, she was quick, far quicker than he anticipated, and as he rolled to his feet, he saw her already back standing, as if she had never been on the ground in the first place.

The two fighters stared each-other down for the moment, Tom sizing up his mother, and trying to read her facial expressions as well as her body language. Was she scared? Relieved? Intimidated? It was hard to tell, but he was sure he must have made an impact on the older grappler. She certainly had impressed him.

"You're not bad, mom," Tom complimented her.

"I'm the best there is, Tommy, and I'm gonna beat you to a raspberry-red pulp on these mats," the older woman growled at him, her eyes steel-hard and focused on the contest ahead of her. There was no kindness in her words, no mercy in her tone, and Tom knew he was in danger. He also knew, though, that no matter how skilled his mother was, he was the biggest and strongest opponent she had ever had.

In a flash, his mother charged him. He'd seen her speed when he watched her fight before, but there was a difference between seeing something, and experiencing it firsthand. He barely had time to react before she caught up to him, and only barely managed to slip to the side and reach out for her head, grabbing her long hair and trying to drive her face into the mat, slamming her head into it to stun her, and before she even had a chance to respond he wrapped his arm around her skull, not going for a sleeper but a crushing headlock that could disorient her and dominate her with sheer pressure and strength.

He felt his mother kick and writhe in his grip, and with the arm not occupied with her head, reached out to grab and tug on his mother's hair.

"AAAGHHHH!" The older fighter cried out, "You... Little... Punk!" She growled, "I'm gonna break your arm!"

She sounded furious, but it was an empty threat for now, he had his hold too tight on her, and gave another tug to torture his mom, yanking her hair to keep her struggling and feeling helpless against the sheer power of his attack. He had her lying flat on her front, her head trapped and her body down.

"Come on, Mom, I got you, you're not getting out of this, just tap out. Admit you raised a son who's too much of a man for you to handle!" he taunted, adding insult to the injury of his hold on her head. Her body twisted, and he had to admit, he couldn't deny the power that she had. Her neck and arm and shoulder muscles worked against his, and he was glad he'd done all the strength training he had, or he was sure she'd be simply powering her way out of his vicious grip.

"No... Man... Is too much for me to handle," he heard his mother snarl, fighting hard, despite the hold he had. She shook her head and upper body violently, and it felt like a rodeo ride trying not to let go of her, "I'm going... To get out... To break your legs... Your hips... Your pelvis... God I'm going to rip you apart and ride your dick so hard it'll be crushed to fucking paste..."

The young man felt his mother's muscles bulge and twist, and even as he tried to squeeze tighter and hurt her more, he felt her slowly start to rise to her feet. He grunted, but she was fighting with renewed determination, her body slowly twisting so she could work her knees under her and rise carefully to her feet. The young man grunted and tried to tighten his grasp, holding her head to his chest and squeezing down with all his might. Then, he felt her push, lowering her arms into a push-up position and quickly rising to her knees. Tom kept his arms around her head and squeezed down hard, feeling the burn all the way to his shoulders. It was hard to hold on to her, but he was managing it, the powerful woman was still trapped in his crushing hold.

But even as he continued to crush, she continued to rise, kneeling down, bent over, and slowly, inexorably making her way up to her feet. His mother was not a woman who surrendered easily, and he was fighting with all he had just to keep her from escaping.

"Come on, mom... Come on... Give up, just give up..."

He practically groaned as he held tight, while she rose up once more, her feet now planted flat on the floor. He was putting all he had into controlling his mother, but his mother was pushing with all she had. He had been working on his strength for months, but it seemed his mother might have better cardio, as she was just not giving up, no matter how long and hard he crushed her.

He practically groaned as he held tight, while she rose up once more, her feet now planted flat on the floor. He was putting all he had into controlling his mother, but his mother was pushing with all she had right back. He had been working on his strength for months, but it seemed his mother might have better cardio, as she was just not giving up, no matter how long and hard he crushed her.
After what was likely only ten or twenty seconds but felt like a good twenty minutes of struggling, Tom's mother was fully standing, and he felt her arms around his body, pressing against his core. The young man grunted, and looked up, seeing the look on the administrator's face. The look of surprise had resolved into one of, if not relief, at least a calm acknowledgement that things were going according to plan once more. That fact, that confidence she had, gave Tom the extra push he needed to keep up the fight. He clutched tighter and gave a hard tug and twist on his mother's head, wrenching her around under his arm. The woman gasped, and he grabbed into her hair and tugged and twisted again, bullying her with every ounce of muscle he had.

His actions were answered with a satisfying groan of pain from the woman he was holding, an acknowledgement his attack was working. Now the two grapplers were in a war of attrition, the young man trying to squeeze down on her skull until she submitted, the woman fighting to get a good enough grip on his body to escape. He felt her grab tight around his torso and try to lift him up, pushing with her legs and trying to straighten up. He gave her head another crush and tug to try to interrupt her effort to escape, their bodies beginning to grow slick with sweat and exertion.

Tom felt his mother’s biceps squeeze tight around him, both of their bodies tense as she tried to lift him up. He squeezed her closer to him, crushing her head to his chest. It was a battle of pure attrition, as his mother fought to lift him in the air, and he fought to stay grounded and in control. He leaned forward, trying to make the angle to lift him too awkward to work, and wrenched her neck to the side. His mother’s powerful neck muscles were strong enough for her to take the pressure, but not enough for her to get much more control. He felt her hands drift down, gripping onto his thighs, trying to get another, lower hold on his body. Once again she tried to lift, and once again the young man leaned forward to overbalance her. Her fingers dug into the thick muscles of his thighs, he tensed them to battle her power, and for a moment it felt like it could go either way.

Tom could feel her heat, could feel the blood pumping through his mother’s body, and his own. He could feel his own heartbeat, feeling like a thousand miles an hour, as the battle continued. He felt her hands practically claw into his thighs, like she was trying to rake through his muscles. Nothing about this fight was gentle, and yet, it was everything he had expected. He wouldn’t have wanted it any other way, he knew his mother was a powerful woman, and he wanted nothing more than to prove himself by taking such a powerful woman down at her fullest strength.

He winced a bit as her fingers dug into his thighs, but gave one final hard wrench to his mother's neck in the hope that it would finally be enough to finish her off. The older grappler groaned, and then, to his surprise and relief, she tapped out, her hand rapidly tapping the upper inside part of his though, right where it met his groin, as if she was looking to arouse him a bit as she did. She didn't need to go so far, there was nothing more arousing to him, or any hard-fighting man, than crushing a submission out of a powerful woman. He kept the hold in tight for a few more seconds, making a point of crushing her skull into submission and feeling the older grappler writhe and twist around, her body instinctively taking over to try to alleviate the pressure on her skull. He wouldn't let it, or her, for a few more seconds, until he saw the administrator give him a stern look.

As much fun as it was to just crush her in his arms, Tom knew he had to let go. Besides, if he didn't release the older fighter, he couldn't keep tormenting her, and what would be the fun in that? With a last wrench to her neck, which was met with a long groan, Tom let his mother drop to the floor in a heap. He smiled down at her, confident, powerful, as the woman panted, weakly pushing his legs with her arms as if he was some great predator, and she was desperate to fend him off. He knew it was only the first round, and there would be a lot more dominance left, but for now, he was in control. He gave a slight kick to push his mother away, and stepped back, watching her pant on the ground. Her shoulders rose and fell as she bent on her hands and knees, and he had to admit the muscles along her back were impressive. It made the fact that he was going to dominate her that much more exciting.

She raised her head, and he saw the fury in her eyes. She had never been forced to tap out, not even once, and he had been the first to push her to that limit. He was going to be the first to do a whole lot more to her, too, before the night was up.

Then, to his surprise, he saw her fury morph into a small smile, "You're dead meat, Tom," she growled, "I'm going to tear you up, and I'm going to enjoy every second of it."

He watched as she began to rise, like a great monstrous beast from the deep. Her muscles were thick with power, looking far beyond the muscles of a normal, if athletic, woman. No, they looked like the muscles of a vicious predator, the rocky power of a bear or some other massive wild animal. She was panting slowly as she stood up, adding to the image of the mighty predator. As hard as he'd squeezed her, she still had the power to stand up tall. Even he couldn't help being a little intimidated by her, even if he had just dominated her through the first round. After all, even if his mighty mother had lost the first round, they had a minimum of two more grappling rounds to get through before he had finished proving himself.

He watched as she began to rise, like a great monstrous beast from the deep. Her muscles were thick with power, looking far beyond the muscles of a normal, if athletic, woman. No, they looked like the muscles of a vicious predator, the rocky power of a bear or some other massive wild animal. She was panting slowly as she stood up, adding to the image of the mighty predator. As hard as he'd squeezed her, she still had the power to stand up tall. Even he couldn't help being a little intimidated by her, even if he had just dominated her through the first round. After all, even if his mighty mother had lost the first round, they had a minimum of two more grappling rounds to get through before he had finished proving himself.

He watched as she stood tall in front of him. The exertion of the round had covered her body in glistening sweat, which just outlined the power of her nude form. He had always seen her muscles, admired them, especially when she was using them to conquer boys in their manhood trials, but nothing could prepare him for seeing her as his opponent. She was incredible, the idea of all that muscle being used against him was both exciting and terrifying. He knew he was physically larger and stronger than his mother, that should be enough to protect him, but he knew her reputation. She was a ruthless fighter, and she had already proved she was more than a match for most boys his age. He was beginning to feel that his weight advantage wasn't as useful as he thought it was.


He shook his head. No, he knew that she was powerful, but he had proven once already that his muscle was enough to conquer her. The way she moved was intimidating, terrifying even, but it was just an illusion. It was making her look stronger than she was. He couldn't let the image of his mother overwhelm his mind, or else he truly was going to be outmatched. He couldn't let his fear overpower his rational knowledge. He'd forced her to tap out once, that proved that he could win, and so far she'd done nothing to him. She may have looked powerful and intimidating, but in the end, anything could LOOK frightening. It was a trick. She wasn't as scary as she looked. Nothing was.


She started to slowly stalk around him on the mat, and he circled her back, keeping his eyes on her. Her eyes had grown hard, now, as if she had been playing a game before and was only now starting to take the contest seriously. He tried to keep himself from the intimidation by throwing out a quick taunt.

"You sure got big muscles, mom, but that's all you got, and mine are bigger. You sure you got a chance? I already showed you what happens when you think you can fight me once, you really wanna try that again?"

She was unphased by his mockery as she stared back, "I know what you're doing. You're scared, aren't you Tom. You know how dangerous I am, you know what I do to little boys."

"Nothing little about me, mom," he answered.

"Only your chances, my big boy," she smirked, "You're going to get destroyed like every other boy who's stepped on the mat with me. Your 18th birthday present will be a brand new bed, seven feet long, three feet wide, and six feet under."

He glared at her, and charged forward to lock up with his mother. His hands pressed to her powerful biceps as the two locked up, and he felt the power in her arms. She started to squeeze down tight on his shoulders as she pushed against him, and he grunted, feeling his own powerful biceps start to compress in her crushing grip. His fingers squeezed on the rocks of her muscles, but he couldn't make a dent, while she felt like she was iced over, a single solid rock of muscle. It was like she was trying to turn just the lock-up into an act of domination, another method of torturing him. He glared back at her, planting his feet and trying to push her away.

Sweat beaded on Tom's forehead as he grunted. His muscles ached as if they'd been wrestling for hours instead of mere minutes, and he was furious. He wouldn't let his mother beat him like this, he wouldn't let her be his superior. He had fought for so long to prove himself. The physical danger and risk of mortality in this match wasn't even on his mind, he was still thinking about the prospect of dominating his mother. He stared in her eyes, and she stared back as if she was trying to burn a hole into him with her glare. It was clear that she had no intention of backing off, and he was going to have to give her everything he had to win. This was what he had been fighting for for years. Ever since he saw the image of what his mother did to his older brother four years ago. It was make or break.

It felt like it was about to become 'break.' Tom's mother's fingers were breaking down his resistance in his arms, her hot breath getting to him, the smell of her sweat dripping from her body becoming more overpowering and arousing by the moment. He tried to plant his feet to push back, but slowly, the mat was moving beneath him, and she was pushing him back. He couldn't disguise the surprise on his face as his muscles started to tremble in her grip, his body slowly losing power as his mother attacked him. He lowered his shoulders to try to gather more power, but he almost collapsed as she squeezed down on him and pushed him back. He had to backpedal just to avoid falling over, and over his mother's shoulder, he could see the look on the administrator's face, clearly satisfied that his first round 'victory' was nothing more than a fluke, and his mother was going to re-establish her dominance.

When he had seen that look before, it had pushed him to take control. Now, it was reminding him of all the times he had seen his mother destroy her opponents. He felt his strength fading, almost as if his mother crushing on his biceps wasn't just a painful hold, it was a physical manifestation of her authority. He grunted, sweat dripping in his face, into his eyes, as he tried to gather enough strength to make a move against the mighty woman. But no matter how much strength he gathered, it didn't seem to be enough, she was pushing him back, and that devious smile on her face let him know that she knew it too, and she was going to punish him for daring to pick up even one round of their contest.

"I love it when boys fight back, a spirit is more fun to break when the boy resists. It's the only challenge that I get, since you're never a challenge for me. Such a nice gift from a son, making sure his mother enjoys killing him."

“You’d be a lot more convincing,” Tom grunted, “If you’d won the last round...”

Her confident face turned into a snarl, and she suddenly twisted, wrenching her son off of his feet so quickly Tom didn't have time to react. He was launched in the air, and then a moment later he was slammed to the mat, his back smacking into it with an audible "Thunk".

Tom felt pain course through him as his teeth clicked together, and he tasted blood. He may have had a tooth knocked loose, but he didn't have time to worry about that.

Other boys might have been overwhelmed at this point, too impressed by her power to move, but Tom knew to keep his cool. He had training, he had muscle, he had endurance. He could escape. He rolled to his front, onto his hands and knees, trying to quickly get back up to his feet. He had been overpowered once, but once wasn't enough to destroy him. He was quick, but unfortunately, he wasn't quick enough, as he felt his mother's foot drive into his upper thigh, sending pain and twinges of agonizing pain through him as he fell onto his stomach. Then he felt her hips drop onto his back, as she pinned him down.

Tom could feel his mother's sex grind into his asscheeks, but any arousal from the moment was completely secondary to the situation, as he soon felt her wrap her arms under his chin and start to pull him up into a camel clutch hold. His size was no savior as she pulled him up, arching his back and bending his spine in ways that vertebrae weren't meant to be bent. He could hear his bones crack and his muscles scream as she pulled him up, wrenching his spine around 90 degrees from the neck. He felt her hot breath on his cheek, her hand clutch under his jaw, and his muscles strain as his mother forced him up in the hold.

“Mmm, I got ya now, baby,” she practically purred, her voice low and hot as she tormented him, stretching his back like she was looking to snap it in half, flexing her strength like a warrior goddess.

"Let's see you try to escape this, honey," she taunted him, "I got ya now."

As she bent him, she squeezed her thighs together, pulsing them against his ribs, drawing gasps of pain and low breathless grunts from his tortured body. He tried to grasp for her hands, trying to pull them off his neck, but she had him locked tight. He felt her slowly roll her hips along his spine as she tormented him, until his head was nestled right between his mother's powerful thighs. He could feel her sex pressed to the back of his head, as she held him powerless in her grip.

And then, he felt the muscles in her thighs begin to tense. At first it was just a quick twitch, pressing against the back of his head, but it was like feeling the current against his thigh before the shark attacked. A mere moment after he felt her start to pulse, the pressure all came on his head at once, pouring down on his skull as she crushed him in her thighs. His mother’s power was incredible, her dominance undeniable, as she squeezed him between her rock-hard legs. He knew he had practiced escaping scissors holds, but all that effort and practice vanished in a moment as his mother’s legs started to crush his head so hard he could practically hear the bone creak as she squeezed him.

He knew she was taunting him, he could even hear a low, almost humming sound as she spoke, but he couldn’t make out the words specifically much less respond to his mother’s mockery. Instead, he could only struggle weakly against her mighty muscles, in the hopes that he could force the powerful woman off him, and free himself from her leggy vice. His instincts fired like mad, stopping him from calling on his training, as he reached up and grabbed at rocky muscles that dominated his skull. She was squeezing so hard he was starting to see spots as her thighs crushed on his head. He was a powerful young man, but his power was for nothing in the face of her forceful pulsing leg muscles.

He closed his eyes and grit his teeth, trying to figure out what, if anything, he could do to defend himself from her might and escape. He grunted, but as he did, he realized one advantage he had, now, one tiny bit of mercy in the agony of her iron thighs. She had removed them from his body, and the body scissors was no longer crushing him. That may not have been exactly being pampered at a spa, but it was a small mercy, it meant he could refocus and practice his breathing.

He took as deep a breath as he could, distracted for a half a second by his mother slapping the back of his head, but he managed to push that out of his mind and get himself together. He had learned how to use meditation along with muscle, and his mother’s torment and sadism was working in his advantage as it gave him time to focus on what he needed to do. He knew he couldn’t just pull his way out, and scratching at her thighs much more would just make things harder on him, as she’d punish him more for his resistance.

What he could do, though, was use her position against her. He dropped his hands to her ankles, then pulled back, pushing his shoulders forward at the same time to drive them against the back of her knee. It worked like a charm, his mother’s legs buckled, and he raised his shoulders to drive her forward, knocking her to the ground on her front.

He watched as his mother overbalanced and fell forward. He was sure it happened quickly, but to him, it felt like it took a full minute, as if his mother was a great oak that was slowly toppling to the ground after being hacked off into a stump. Her beautiful body started to stumble, and then she fell, throwing out her hands in front of herself for protection, and catching herself. It couldn’t be a more glorious image, made even more so by the fact that being doubled over as she was meant that her gorgeous pussy was perfectly positioned in front of him.

It couldn’t be a more perfect spot if he wanted to slam into her doggystyle. That, though, he would have to save for another time, he wanted to save his sexual domination of his mother for the end, for now, he wanted to get that second tap-out. Not that he couldn’t have a little bit of pleasure with the power, of course, but his main goal was destroying her. He leaped on her back, and wrapped his mighty arms around her neck, pulling her into a chokehold and pressing his stiff cock against her ass, hot-dogging her a bit, but focusing on choking her like a bitch.


He pulled her head to his mighty pecs, still rubbing along her ass, feeling her ass flex as she ground herself unwillingly against him. He was taking pleasure from her body on his own terms, for the first time, controlling her the way no boy ever had.

It was a rare chance that he had, one no boy before had been given, the chance to dominate her. Even better, the chance to use her body the way she had used so many of theirs. He was enjoying it. Unfortunately, that enjoyment would prove to be his downfall, as rolling his hips along her ass brought his head away from its position, down to her shoulders and then up pushing her back to his pecs. But while he was grinding her, she was biding her time, until with a sudden strike, she snapped her head back and drove it into his face, with all the fury of a powerful woman unused to being treated as a toy.

His nose practically exploded in blood when her head struck it, the bone shattered in an instant by the force of her attack. He was thrown back, and she raised an elbow and drove it into the side of his head, stunning him with the force of the blow, and then twisting her body to throw him to the side. He hit the ground, rolled to his back by her counter, shrugged off like a backpack at the end of a long day at school, while she prowled around him like an animal, ready to dig her claws into him again at the first sign of weakness. It felt like being stalked for hours by a wild cat, but it must have been mere seconds before his mother leaped on him again, to pin him to the ground beneath her.

Tom felt his mother’s body crash down on top of him, slamming against him on the mat. He looked up at her, trying to raise his hands to shove her away, but she stopped him with a hard slap to the face, knocking his head to the side. For a moment, the pair were a flurry of motion as both son and mother tried to battle the other fighter, scratching, slapping, and nearly biting. She was on top of him, her body pushing his against the mat, as she grabbed at his wrist. He stopped the grab with a slap to her face, and she answered back with a slap to his that knocked his head to the side. He reached up to dig his fingers into his mother’s hair, and tried to tug her off of him. She snarled and hissed like a wild cat, and threw her head forward, slamming against his forehead with a headbutt every bit as powerful as the first had been. She couldn’t break his nose any more than she already had, but he still heard a loud crack as their bones bashed together, and saw stars as the pain pounded through his head. It was enough for her to dislodge his hands from her hair, and his hands met hers. She tried to push his hands to the ground while he tried to keep them up, the pair were locked into a stalemate, mother and son in a battle for supremacy on the blue mat.

Tom felt his mother’s ankles slowly slipping around his own, her feet hooking his as she started to take control with a grapevine hold. He was stronger than her, of course, he had won that first round, but it wouldn’t be easy to fight her on two fronts, to both handle trying to push her away AND trying to avoid getting pinned down by his mighty mother. He stared back up in her eyes as he fought to keep his focus on the fight, feeling her calves starting to tense as she locked in the grapevine position. He stared back at her, meeting her gaze with a defiant stare as if he was daring the older wrestler to do her worst. Her gaze back into his told him that she intended on holding nothing back, which was just how he liked it. Neither one of these warriors was going to give an inch, and he was going to finally get to prove himself as a man. He tensed his thighs, making sure he was in the right position to use the power of his lower body to block the grapevine hold. He flexed his thighs, confident he had what it took to defeat her.

Then she flexed hers, and all hell broke loose. In one sudden pull, his mother stretched her legs open in a V position, stretching his wide, as if she was forcing him to do the splits with her mighty legs. It pressed her bare pussy against his cock, and he wished he could enjoy it, but her powerful thighs were suddenly torturing him, and the whole world was suddenly falling apart in an agonizing burst.

The young man began to twist and writhe beneath his mother, trying to get free as his muscles strained. The two were locked in a battle of wills as well as bodies, as he tried to keep fighting despite the incredible pain now coursing through him thanks to his mother's dominant ministrations. He felt the muscles of his thighs stretching out, stretching near to the point of ripping, as she attacked his legs with her own. He may have had more strength in general, but it was clear that here, in a battle thigh-to-thigh, she was in complete control, and he was far weaker in the lower body. She smiled cruelly in his face, her lips inches from his own as if she was getting ready to erotically kiss the young man, as she taunted him.

"Think you're so big and strong, do you Tommy?" She taunted, "Looks like you missed out on leg day!" She laughed, and stretched out again, the pain growing as she forced him to do the splits with her mighty thighs. The agony of her assault made him cry out and arch his back for her, the arching adding extra pain to his muscles before she pushed back down with her hips, forcing his ass to press back to the floor. Sweat covered his body as he twisted beneath the mighty woman, trying to find any way to fight back or even just to alleviate the pressure of her overpowering leg, calf, and thigh muscles that assaulted him like a deadly weapon.

Then, in an instant, she drove her head forward and slammed her face into his again, another headbutt that sent his blood pouring down his face, his mother had found a spot to attack and was showing no mercy. The strike stunned the young man, and she followed up with an elbow to the side of the head as well, keeping him disoriented. His hands fell helplessly to the ground, and rather than pin them, he felt her own hand wrap around his throat, starting to throttle the young man beneath her with her might. His vision was fogged by the repeated blows to the head, but he could see the look in her eye, the confidence, the cruelty, and the determination as she leaned her entire weight down on his neck to choke him out under her.

With his body trapped and his throat captured, his mother leaned down and pressed her lips to his own, forcing him into a hot, dominating kiss. The young wrestler was dizzy from the strikes to the skull, he couldn’t focus on much of anything, and it was just getting harder as his breath was forced from his body. Any oxygen he could have drawn into his lungs from around his hand was now blocked by her lips and tongue, and he felt her press her body down harder against his, grinding erotically on him, making his shaft hard long before her erotic round began. She didn’t need to attack his cock yet, but she was making it clear she was in control in every way that mattered. As for him, he was once again thrown off balance, and now there was no way to recover with breathing exercises if her hand and mouth was stopping his breath.

He twisted under her, his strength shrinking by the moment even as his shaft grew. His mother was in complete and undeniable control, here. The world was getting dark around him as she kissed him, driving her tongue into his mouth to clog up his breath in yet another way, just piling on the methods of dominating and controlling her son’s breath and body. He kicked and twisted, but he couldn’t find anything that worked, nothing would spare him, hell, nothing was letting him even lower the pressure. The only thing that gave him any comfort was knowing that his mother was not going to knock him out, because she needed him conscious for the pin, but even that was only a small comfort. After all, that meant that he wouldn’t pass out, but his lungs and instincts didn’t know that, and he was just going to get tortured beneath her until the dominant, sadistic older woman decided the time had come to finish his torment. And he couldn’t let that happen. He couldn’t let her pick up even one round, it was too risky, even if he knew he would win in the end. The stakes were his life, after all, he couldn’t treat this lightly, even as her tongue raped his throat and saliva dripped into his mouth. The woman on top of him felt like pure physical power and dominance, and he could see the reason all her other opponents feared her. He began to gag on her tongue as she destroyed him with her lips.


Her lips, her legs, every inch of her body. Every inch of her was muscular and powerful and every inch of him was being subjected to the full force of her domination. Hard as he tried, he was just not doing a good job of standing up to the might of his mother’s domination. His legs were aching as he squirmed for her, every effort at resistance getting shut down as soon as it started, and his eyes watering from fear and lack of air. There was little he could do but take her pressure and power as the mighty woman forced him to experience destruction and instinctive near-death panic.

He felt her release her grip on his throat and lips just a little, and just enough to make sure he didn’t completely pass out, before driving right back down on his throat. He began to shake beneath her, he felt his face turn purple and the world turn black, and then right before it was all gone she pulled off him once again, tormenting him not only with her dominance, but with the temptation of passing out just on the edge of being accepted, before denying it to him once again, making sure he was always so close to destruction that unconsciousness would feel like a welcome gift, but never reaching the point where he could pass out and accept it. She was a master of this sort of power, and he couldn’t help fearing her, trying to get some strength back in his body, as his muscles burned from lack of oxygen to power them.

Fighting through pounding pain and struggling against his own body, he barely managed to pull enough strength together to lash out with one hand and rake his fingernails along his mother’s cheek, scratching her in the last bit of defense he could even pretend to put up. It wasn’t the most effective thing, of course, but he couldn’t think straight, and all he could do was hope that it led the powerful woman to release his hands or his throat so he could breathe just a little, and perhaps, hopefully, find a way to regain his power in this battle.

It partially worked. His mother did release her grip on his throat and extract her tongue from his mouth. Unfortunately, the part that didn’t work was he was still too broken and shaken by her assault so far to actually do anything to escape, and while releasing his throat let him breathe, she countered by grabbing his hand and giving it a powerful twist, shattering the bones in his wrist in one dominating motion, before driving his hand down to the ground, pinning it behind his head.

Already broken once, the bones shattered a second time on impact with the mat, and the young man moaned as splintered bone cut into his flesh, forced against the mat by his mighty mother. His eyes were foggy from the strikes to the head and full of tears from the suffocation and throttling, but as he looked up he could see the cruel, confident look on her face as she shoved his wrist to the mat to further shatter the delicate, vulnerable bones.

His mother was a master of grappling torture, dominating him with ease. He was fighting with all he had to preserve himself in the face of her forceful domination, but he could do little against the power that the beautiful woman threw against him. As tears filled his eyes and he squirmed beneath her, he felt her other hand wrap around his wrist, her long, powerful fingers squeezing down on the sensitive joint. He knew what she was going to do, and didn’t even have the strength left in him to cry out before she did it. Her grip tightened a little bit, a teasing prelude to his destruction, and then she crushed and twisted once more, snapping the bones with casual, dismissive ease, showing him that as impressive as it may have been for him to get that quick submission out of her, she could destroy him if she wanted. She twisted his wrist back in on itself, and-

“AAAAGGGHHHHHHH!”

He cried out in pain as the powerful woman twisted his wrist in her hand, forcing it to bend unnaturally, and then shoved it forward to slam the sensitive bones against the mat once more, like she was bashing them against pure rock. That’s what it felt like, too, the thin blue padding did little to protect him from the force of her assault, and he whimpered and writhed as the woman on top of him pushed down and then squeezed tighter. The thin, broken wrist bones rubbed against each-other, and the agony grew, bruises forming as they sliced into nerves and blood-vessels, and his powerful mother stared down at him with a merciless glare.

The overwhelmed young man was so busy being assaulted by his mother’s arms, that for a moment he forgot to think about the agony in his legs. That was soon fixed, though, as his mother quickly stretched her legs out once more, and he could feel the muscles in his groin stretching far beyond the comfort point. It felt like the tendons were in danger of ripping, like his legs were in danger of getting forced out of joint, as the powerful woman pulsed her mighty thighs and calves against him, and smiled cruelly down at him. Her wrists hands crushed his wrists and she raised her upper body, leaning her entire body weight against the shattered bones. With his legs being stretched beyond the level that they were ever meant to handle and his hands being pulverized in her mighty grip, being trapped underneath the woman was the most agonizing experience he’d ever had. He could only hope that this was as far as her legs could stretch, he knew he wouldn’t be able to take much more force or pressure from the lower body. Even as a certain part of his lower body stiffened despite the pulling and stretching of groin muscles. He couldn’t help it, he may have known he was being tortured and his life was in danger, but a young man’s anatomy was going to do what a young man’s anatomy was going to do, especially when pressed to the powerful sex of a beautiful, muscular woman.

The powerful woman began to grind her body down along his, her sex rubbing along his own as she took control of the young man's body. She began a long, slow grind over his shaft, and the rolling of her body meant that her weight pushed even more on his wrists and the movement stretched out his thighs. He may have been physically larger, he may have weighed a fair bit more, but none of that mattered when his shattered wrist bones were being ground against each-other, sensitive flesh being crushed under her. He could smell the sweat on her body as she pushed him to the ground, as her sex rolled on his cock, as his mighty mother pinned him to the ground. Deep within his subconscious, he secretly hoped that the pin would just be counted, but he knew that he couldn't allow it, he was deep in his mother's grasp, and losing one round could spiral out of control, and he could end up dominated for the rest of the match. Dominated to death by his mighty mother.

“You shouldn’t have done that, Tommy,” his mother taunted him, “You shouldn’t have beat me in that round, I would have at least let your death be quick, but now you got me excited. You got me,” he felt her grind her sex along his stiff shaft and moaned, “Horny. And you know what I do to men when they get me all horny, huh? DO YA?!” She demanded as she squeezed down on his wrists and stretched her legs out again, making his body writhe beneath hers.

Her voice was softer as she leaned in and whispered in his ear, sounding excited, even hungry as she forced him down to the mat, “I rape them,” she whispered, and laughed at the aroused groan the young man gave for her taunt, “I rape them, and I torture them,” she chuckled, “I take their cocks into my pussy, I wrap them up with my body. And I RAPE. THEM. TO. DEATH!” She announced, and tossed her head back, laughing as the young man beneath her writhed,

"One," the woman began, as Tom writhed and twisted in his effort to escape his mother's mighty body. He was stretched out, arms above his head and legs spread out wide, feeling helpless against the power that the woman on top of him exerted.

"Two," The administrator called out, and Tom narrowed his brow as he tried to fight his way free, his mother's might forcing him down, his body aching in pain. His cock, of course, swelled despite himself, from how close the powerful owman was to his body.

"Three," the administrator announced, and Tom saw his mother look down at him, a smug smile on her face, as she slowly began to twist his wrists again, torturing the pitiful bones in his hands, and making sport of her son's agony. As hard as Tom tried, he couldn't escape his mother's powerful grip, her powerful legs keeping him trapped and tortured as she forced him to the ground. He could barely think in the face of the agony she inflicted on him, the burning in his wrists and his groin.

"Four," The administrator called out, and Tom shuddered, he knew he was going to have to get out of this sooner or later, and he was in big trouble as his mother controlled him. The young man couldn't let this happen, and he tried to writhe just enough to raise his shoulders off the mat before the next count.

"Fi-No, he's up!" The administrator interrupted herself.

Most opponents had the courtesy to let Tom stand up after he kicked out of an attack, but his mother wasn't most of his opponents. She just drove her head into his once more, and slammed her forearm into the side of his head. She laughed as his head fell to the side, and she pushed her body down on his, dominating him full-force.

"You shouldn't try to escape, Tommy, you're only making your eventual death that much harder on you!"

His mother’s words were intimidating, and to a certain extent he had to admit that he feared she may have been right, but he was a man, or at least would be soon, and he wouldn’t simply roll over and be beaten - Or killed - By his own mother. He would try his damnedest to prove himself as the dominant warrior he knew he was, and prove that she was nothing more than a flash in the pan, blessed with good genes but not much else.

He would prove it if it was true, but from how she crushed his wrists and dominated his body, it was rapidly beginning to look untrue. His mother glared at him, but it was hard to tell just by looking if the low growl he heard coming from her throat was one of fury or arousal, or perhaps a bit of both, the mighty woman both enraged that he had dared to resist her and eager to put him back in his place and humiliate him all the more.

He tried to push her off, but she drove her face down and buried it in his neck, biting hard on his neck and shoulders, and making his back arch - Not coincidentally forcing his shoulders back harder into the mat. As he felt her push him into the ground, the administrator began to count the pin once again.

"One!" She called out, as the dazed man looked up helplessly from his back, his body forced into the mat by his mother's muscles. He tried to force his shoulders up once more, but she stretched her arms and legs out at the same time, grinding his helpless, shattered wrists against the mat and stretching his groin muscles out until they felt liable to snap at any moment.

"Two!" He looked up at the ceiling, and felt his mother bite down on his neck harder, still forcing his shattered wrists to the floor. Her teeth dug into his defenseless, sensitive flesh as the mighty woman forced him to the mats. He squirmed and writhed as his powerful mother dominated his body, forcing his back against the blue mats. He grunted, and managed to raise one shoulder up just a little. The administrator didn't catch the pin break, but his mother did, and she stopped biting his neck. He looked in her eyes as she pulled back, saliva and blood dripping from her lips as she glared down at him, the fires of lust and fury mixing in her eyes.

"Three!" The administrator announced, and Tom desperately tried to raise his shoulders. Before he could, his mother's face dove back down to his, not to headbutt him this time, but to pull him into a powerful kiss. Her tongue drove deep into his mouth, as his powerful mother trapped him, first with the grapevine and wrist-based pin, and then with a kiss that crushed his tongue in an instant.

"Four!" His mother's tongue swirled around his, as she held him helpless, powerless to resist her oral invasion. His tongue fought for control of his mouth, but she dominated it with her massive oral muscle strength. He felt her tongue slip past his mouth's defenses and into his throat, as his mother started to gag and rape him with her tongue. He twisted and writhed desperately in her powerful grip, but he could not escape.

"Five!" She pulled back, as he couldn't breathe, and she drove her mouth back onto his, smashing her lips onto his mouth and trapping his tongue once more. Her tongue wrestled his, as she dominated his mouth, and he could do nothing but try to gasp for air and taste her saliva. His attempts to escape were starting to feel less like planned struggles and more like the desperate flailing of a victim.

"Six!" The mighty woman dominated his mouth completely, and she showed no sign of stopping. The administrator approached the mat again, as Tom felt his mother's dominance over his face turn from a crush to a kiss to a deep throat-scraping humongous battering ram that crushed his throat. He struggled to cry out, but couldn't find the breath, and he could only feel as his mother's tongue invaded his mouth once more. Like a brutal conquering warrior, her tongue slammed against his so hard it felt like she might bruise his mouth with her overpowering kiss, his tongue feeling like a boxer getting battered by a superior championship-caliber warrior.

"Seven!"" He didn't know what to do, he didn't know what might allow him to escape from his mother's vicious oral attentions. His hands were pinned, his legs were stretched, his cock was stiff and his body was being completely bullied by the powerful woman on top of him. Quite frankly, it was starting to feel hopeless, but he had learned never to give up. You couldn't win if you let the thought of defeat cross your mind for even a moment, but as tears began to fill his eyes, he wasn't sure what other options there could be beyond defeat.

"Eight!" It wasn't even halfway there, but at this point, he was running out of ideas for how to fight back, his mother was just too powerful, too brutal in her domination of his outmatched body, and he was running out of ways to struggle. His tears fell freely as her tongue continued its brutal invasion, and he felt the taste of his own tears mix with his mother's saliva, and then ultimately even blood as she battered his tongue and even teeth so viciously that the slight hint of copper began to fill his mouth.

Wait. Blood. Teeth. He had an idea. It wasn't an honorable one, it wasn't a noble one, it certainly didn't prove him to be some sort of wrestling savant, but his life and pride were on the line here. He heard the administrator prepare to announce the next number, he narrowed his eyes, and hardened his resolve, and then, when he heard her call it out -

“Nine!”

He BIT down with all his might on his mother’s tongue, his teeth burying themselves in her flesh. As he expected, blood began to pour into his mouth, and his mother's eyes opened wide in shock that he had dared to defy her like this. It wasn’t how he would have wanted to win, but it wasn’t about trying to prove something now, it was about simple survival, and like any animal cornered by a dangerous, vicious predator, he was willing to do whatever it took to escape. He saw his mother’s pupils dilate as she processed the pain, and he began to twist his head like a dog with a bone, torturing her as best he could to ensure this attack was as vicious as it could be. A moment later, as if it had taken her that time to realize what had happened, the mighty woman let out a bellow of pain as her son savaged her tongue.

"AAGHHHHHHHH!" She screamed into his mouth, and now she was the one trying to escape from the liplock. He kept the bite locked in for a few more seconds and let her tongue pump out more blood, before he released his mother, and let her pull back. As he would have expected, she was staring down at him in white hot fury, her own blood pouring from her mouth. It was enough to allow him to lift his shoulders from the mat for just a moment, and he heard the administrator acknowledge the success of his tactic, with a businesslike "Pin broken," before all hell broke loose.

The mighty woman spit her own blood in his face, and the crimson liquid splashed across his eyes. He cried out in shock (such a minor level of sensation could no longer count as pain, after all she had done) and cried out, instinctively raising up his hands to try to clear his eyes of her blood. In his shock and pain, he did so so fast he didn't have time to remember that his wrists were now little more than bags of gravel, and he raised his hands up to his face and they struck the sides of his head, pouring more agony through his body after his mother's assault.

Mere seconds after he had gotten his tiny level of control back, she had already found two ways of tormenting him to punish him for his defiance, one with the damage he'd done to her and the other letting him self-inflict his own instincts. She quickly added a third to the list as she grabbed his wrists again, her hands crushing the bones and grinding them together, before yanking them away so hard he felt the tendons in his shoulders strain to keep them from dislocating, before she slammed his wrists and hands on the mat, the impact crushing the bones even worse, and the deep pain starting to spread through his overwhelmed body. Her dominance left him shaking on the ground, groaning in pain as she regained control with twice the power and brutality she had used to achieve it in the first place.

He was shaking, grunting, pinned to the mat under his mother’s weight, as he looked up helplessly at her. There was at least no fury in her eyes, now, but that was no comfort, all he could see was vicious, sadistic excitement. She looked like a monster from a nightmare, with her own blood pouring from her lips, and a look in her eye that said she couldn’t wait to fill her throat with his own. He felt her fingers crush his pitiful wrists tighter, and then in one overwhelming, agonizing movement, she stretched out the grapevine past the position of pain and into a pure split, spreading her legs out to the side - And therefore, necessarily, spreading his into an inverted V.

“OH GOD OH GOD AAGAGHHHHH!” He could barely recognize his own voice as he screamed for the torture she inflicted. The agony of the maneuver finally snapped the tendon that had been straining so long in his groin, and he cried out in sheer agony, his legs practically ruined already by the sheer force of the sadistic bitch on top of him. The movement lifted his lower body up in a C form, but with his groin torn and the wild woman so cruelly intent on keeping him down, his shoulders stayed pinned on the mat. With the sadistic stare of a bloodthirsty demon, she kept her eyes on his and didn’t even look away from them as she called out a command to the administrator who was nominally in charge of what was rapidly seeming more like a test of manhood and more like a demolition of the very concept.

“Jessica. Start the count.”

The woman looked like she was about to say something, but Tom’s mother shot her a glare that quickly silenced whatever objection she was about to make. The helpless young man looked up at his mother, looking like a goddess of war, as she stretched his body out on his back. He couldn’t even move the muscles he needed to try to escape, and his eyes blurred with tears as the mighty woman pinned him to the ground beneath her weight and power.

“One. Two. Three.”

The administrator started to count, and Tom could barely form a coherent thought as he stared up at the frightening image of his mother’s blood-drenched lips and eager smile. Down below, he could feel something soaking along her lower lips, something that definitely went beyond the sweat that naturally came from an intense battle, as she stretched out his ruined legs with her overwhelming thighs and her feet hooked in under his ankles, allowing her to force the unnatural and horrific position that tortured the would-be man, and that he could feel she was getting off to.

“Four. Five. Six.”

He could hear his mother give a deep-throated laugh at his helpless predicament, keeping him pinned helplessly under her, and grinding her hips on his. That erotic grinding did more than just arouse, though, it also forced him to roll his hips along with hers, which in turn stretched out the severed tendons more, the broken bits of his body plucking against the muscle, making him shake from agony as well as arousal and fear, a trifecta of destructive domination.

“Seven. Eight. Nine.”

Tom stared up at his mother, and barely managed to find enough strength to pull his shoulders up just a little. That turned out to be a mistake, just that little bit of motion on his part was answered by a flurry fo motion on hers as she drove her head forward once more and slammed her lips on his, resuming the overpowering, humiliating kiss from before. He tried to counter with the same trick, biting down, but she forced her mouth in against his so her jaw wrested against his own, pressed down in the kiss, and slowly started to open her mouth wider, not only driving her tongue into his throat, but forcing his mouth to stay open so he couldn’t bite down on her without trying to bite down on her cheeks.

“Ten. Eleven. Twelve.”

Of course, he did TRY to bite down still, he couldn’t just surrender and allow his mother to destroy him, but that’s when she struck her most vicious blow, opening her mouth wider, stretching his jaw, and then...

SNAP!

“MMMMMMGGGGGGGGFFFF!” He tried to scream out, tried to kick his legs, tried to writhe, tried to grab her head, but every ounce of effort he put into trying to escape just forced him to rip his body apart more. His sadistic mother had broken his jaw with her kiss, just forced it open, jaw to jaw, lips to lips, until the bones could take no more and snapped, dislocating it and making sure there would be no chance of him biting down to escape her.

But while he couldn’t snap his jaws shut to bite his mother’s tongue and punish her in this position, she still had more tricks she could pull off to punish him. His helpless scream had him forcing his tongue out and into her mouth even as she slammed her tongue into his throat so hard he was gagging against it. In an instant, he felt her tongue retract, and then his agony increased as the bitch bit down. His whole world was overtaken by the horrific sensation of her powerful teeth sinking into his tongue, just as his had done to her earlier, but now backed up by all the other agony she was putting him through, and the additional gagging (and subsequent self-inflicted tearing at the tongue) caused by his own blood pouring down his throat. She was on top, after all, gravity was working against him, letting the crimson liquid pour into his mouth, making him shake and shudder at the sensation of drinking his own blood.

“Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen.”

Of course, as horrific as the agony his mother inflicted on him was, it was nothing compared to the instinctive fear of death that came from being pinned and pressed down under such a powerful woman, a muscular force of dominance and destruction. Her mouth muted him as he tried to scream, and his efforts just tortured him that little bit more. He was shaking and twisting like he was having a seizure brought on purely by the overwhelming sensations his sadistic opponent forced on him.

He felt the coppery taste of blood, his own and his mother’s, pour through his mouth and his body as the mighty woman held him to the ground, crushing him under her weight and dominance. He was realizing, now, for the first time in the match, that he wasn’t just struggling, he was actually losing. His mighty mother was winning their contest, and if she won, then that would be the end of him. He couldn’t let it happen. Then again, he couldn’t tell what he was supposed to do about it, as she chomped down on his tongue like a shark biting into prey and stretched his legs out like an older sibling maliciously ruining a child’s toys. As he coughed and gagged on the blood that poured like water down his throat, he felt the pure fury against her, from the savageness of her bite to the heat of her body and racing of her heart as she maintained her oral domination over the outmatched, outpowered smaller fighter.

“Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen,” the woman counting the pin continued to call out the numbers as his mother held him to the mat, her breasts practically suffocating him under her weight and muscle. With tears, sweat, and weak shudders, the helpless young man groaned for the mighty woman’s vicious oral assault. He couldn’t stop her from holding him down, he couldn’t stop her from chomping down on his tongue like a wolf with a chew toy, and soon enough, he couldn’t stop her from winning the round.

“Nineteen. Twenty. PIN!”

His mother didn’t keep him forced to the ground for longer than necessary like he had, she wasn’t interested in grinding in her dominance like that. And yet in its own way that felt like an act of dismissal and sadism, that his mother would back away so quickly, as if she had already so easily and completely taken him down that it didn’t matter if she kept up the attack or not, that she could just step away and he would be too injured to leap up and fight back against her.

Then again, it would be hard to say she wasn’t right on that. He tasted blood pouring down his throat from his savaged tongue, and his wrists and groin burned in overwhelmed agony as he lay back, shuddering in pain. He was left staring at the ceiling for a moment. His mother had beaten him that round, destroyed him, and did enough damage he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to stand up for the next one.

He couldn’t handle the pain. But he couldn’t surrender, either, this was a battle of life and death and man and woman, and he couldn’t just bend over. He would become a man today, or he would die, and he still had the power to make sure it was the former. With his muscles aching and shattered wrists sending pulses of pain through his body with every tiny movement, he rolled over to his front, looking up at the mighty woman standing over his downed body, tears in his eyes, but still a little fight in his heart yet.

He tried to raise himself up, pushing against the ground. Unfortunately for him, that also meant leaning his weight on his hands, and his wrists weren’t up to the task. He pushed down, and then screamed in pain as his wrists, shattered and weak as they were, gave way under his own wait, and he fell to his front once more. His face pressed into the mat, his body shook as his agony rolled through him, and his mighty mother stood tall, looking down at him from her position as a skilled grappling queen. His blood dripped from her lips and over her breasts, crimson soaking into her skin and rolling along the sweat. He shuddered as he watched her, his inability to stand up forcing his face down near her foot.

He looked, in that moment, like a conquered weakling, face pushed to the ground, a victim of his mother’s dominance. He looked weak, soft, but despite it all, his cock was still hard. How could it not be, in the presence of such a mighty and erotic woman? She may have been his mother, but as his anatomy attested, she was fucking gorgeous, and being forced to the ground by so much power in one place wasn’t the sort of thing that you easily ignored. His drool and the blood from his mouth stained the mat as he fought to regain his power.

“You want to give up?” His mother mocked him as he shook on the ground, tears starting to dry but the pain that had brought them on not fading. He shook his head. He wasn’t going to give up, he was going to put her back in her place, he was going to show her why he deserved to be seen as a man. He would be the first man to beat her. He knew she wanted the win, it would increase her power in the world, put her on the high Council of Goddesses, but as much fun as his mother could be, that was her problem to deal with. He was going to live, and he was going to tap her out.

He rolled over on his side, and then forced himself to his knees. He was glad that he had the level of pure core muscle power that he had, which let him get his knees under him and bring himself to a suitable position, just about eye-level with his mother’s muscle-cunt, before swinging one leg out to try to stand up from his knees.

That would prove a mistake, his legs hadn’t been shattered like his wrists had, but his groin muscles had been torn to shreds by the grapevine pin, and the agony poured through them once more. Fires of sheer suffering poured through his body as he tried to stand on his disconnected tendons, and his body gave out under his weight, collapsing to the ground with his face by his mother’s feet once more.

Tom’s face was practically buried against his mother’s foot, and he was panting, trying to deal with the pain. If he couldn’t get back to his feet to continue the fight, his mother would win by forfeit, which would be the end for him. He couldn’t allow that to happen, he couldn’t be the bitch here. He took a deep breath (which unfortunately resulted in inhaling the smell of her feet) and tried to pull himself up, force himself to his feet once more, to stand and defy her might.

He got almost all the way to his knees a second time, before he felt the weight of the powerful woman press down on his back, her foot pushing him to the mat once again, burying him against the ground. The weight of her body and her power was more than the young man could handle, as she forced his chest and upper body down to the blue mat. He was practically choking as she leaned her full weight on his back, shoving him into it, before slowly dragging her foot up his back and pushing down on his head. He knew she must look like a conquering goddess as she stood over him, and then twisted her heel into his skull. The force of her foot pushed his broken jaw to the mat as well, adding that extra bit of agony to his suffering.

“You should just give up,” he heard his mother practically purr, “You’re not man enough to beat me, you’re not strong enough to stand up now. You’re not a man at all, and you might as well just stop trying to be one. The more you fight me, the more you’re going to suffer in the fight, and the more I’m going to look forward to torturing you,” he heard her laugh, “Oh, baby boy, you are going to be SO much fun to fuck to death, you have no idea,” she laughs, “The longer you try to fight me, the wetter I get, and the more I’m eager to feel you get really hard... And then really soft for me!” She laughed.
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Tom closed his eyes and gathered his strength as best he could, breathing deep and trying to pull every ounce of power he could into his body, before pushing forward off his legs and trying to dislodge his mighty mother. It wasn’t easy, of course, the woman seemed to be made of pure muscle and dominance, but as much as it hurt the already wounded groin to drive himself forward, he managed to force her away with his body, making his mother step back.

He lunged forward once she stepped away, and threw his arms around her torso. His goal wasn’t to squeeze her, though, but to use her strong trunk as a grip to help himself get back to his feet without aggravating his injured groin or wrists. With great pain and effort, the young man managed it, and for what it was worth, his mother made no effort to stop him from standing to resume the battle. She may have been taunting him, urging him even to submit, but she wanted him to keep fighting. He resolved that she would realize her mistake soon enough.

He pulled himself up to his feet, and difficult though it was, managed to brace himself and stand. He knew he was going to have a bit of trouble continuing the fight, but he was still fighting, and as long as there was an ounce of power in his body, he was going to use it to try to defeat his mighty mother. She simply stepped back and smirked at him, the look in her eye making it quite clear that she thought he was no threat.

“Alright,” the administrator said, “That’s one to one, do you need some time to get ready for round two?”

“Oh, I doubt he needs much time, do you sweetie?” His mother asked, her voice and friendly demeanor mocking him. He glared at her, but while she wasn’t exactly being nice, she wasn’t wrong, either. He didn’t need too much time to recover, he wanted to get back to their battle as soon as possible, get back to proving himself against his mighty mother. He didn’t break eye contact with her as he answered.

“I don’t need any,” he said with a smile, “But I’m sure mom would appreciate the breather, I know she’s not in as good shape as she used to be.”

His mother’s face narrowed into a scowl. She seemed to want to play mental games? That was fine, two could play at that, and he could see he had her properly pissed off at the comment. That would keep her off her game, and let him find weaknesses to exploit. He was going to need it. With his wrists shattered and his groin pulled apart, he needed all the openings and advantages he could get.

“I’m going to rip you apart, Tom,” his mother growled, then stepped forward, raising her hands to wrestle with him once more. It may not have been the best option on his end right now, with his damaged wrists, but he wouldn’t turn down a fight or a challenge, and he stepped up, reaching out to grab onto her head and shoulder and push against her body.

He should have expected it, he had known how powerful she was to start, but he hadn’t realized just how powerful she would feel when he was already tired and weakened. He had counted on his mother not having cardio, just being easily tired out and outlasted, so he hadn’t focused as much on his own as he should have. Now, two rounds in with his body breaking down from her overpowering attacks, the young man could barely keep standing as she forced herself against him. He backpedaled, which sent agony through his legs, and she took advantage to reach out and twist, throwing the young man to the mat.

He hit the ground with a thud, and his arms fell to his sides, his wrists smacking into the blue floor once more. The agony poured through him, but before he could respond or even speak, he felt her drop down and straddle him, her thighs wrapping around his torso and her weight pressing against his chest. He let out a low groan as the powerful woman settled on him, making a point as she did to lean back and run her hands along his groin - Simultaneously pleasuring his shaft and torturing the already wounded and snapped tendons of his legs. He writhed in agony as his mother just smirked, staring at her pinned and captured son.

“At least when your body worked you could put up a fight,” she taunted him, “Now this is just a formality. I might as well try to break your spirit, because your body is already all mine.”

She followed up with an attack as vicious as it was direct, as she raised her hands and then started throwing crushingly powerful punches at his head. He did his best against her, but fucking hell his mother was a monster of a dominant bitch when she was on top, and this wasn’t just wrestling, this was an outright beating. It was only a technicality that made the attacks the mere ‘slaps’ that were allowed in a wrestling match, she was attacking his head and face and body with open palms, but the strikes came with so much force and power that they not only left thick red welts on him, but full purplish bruises a mere half-second after every strike.

Her thighs were like rock around his chest, but he could hardly even think about that fact while his head, face, and neck were being brutalized with every blow. He tried to cover his head with his arms, but that did little more than put his wrists in the way of her hammer blows, and now not only did each strike sting and ring out like a gunshot, but with each one he felt his wrists further pulverized.

“How’s that feel, Tommy?!” His mother asked, her excitement at an opponent willing to defy her like this and her fury that he refused to just surrender and admit her superiority mixing in her voice, “How’s that feel, Tommy, you like that? You still think you can take me you cheap little bastard?!”

The pain was overwhelming, but Tom still managed to choke out an answer to her taunts, “If I’m... A bastard...” He grunted, “It’s only ‘cause you’re... A slut!”

He’d never seen so much anger on his mother’s face. It was twisted into a mask of pure unadulterated fury, her nostrils flaring and her lips pulled back in a snarl. She looked like a wild animal, on the verge of snarling and spitting like a rabid wolf foaming at the mouth. She raised her hand, and slammed it against his skull. He didn’t know if it was a fist or a slap beforehand, and afterwards all he could think, see, or feel was the loud ringing in his ears after the brutal strike.

She rolled off his stomach, switching to the side, and going from slamming him with brutal ground-and-pound to simply squeezing him with her mighty rocky thighs. The attack was less obviously vicious, but no less agonizing to experience, nor was it any less destructive to his body. He groaned and twisted on the ground, feeling his torso bend under her might, feeling his ribs pushed towards each-other by her massive, man-crushing thighs.

“AGHGHHH!” He groaned as she squeezed him, pushing in on his ribs to stop his lungs from expanding, stop him from getting even an ounce of oxygen in. He refused to submit still, his mother was a powerful woman but he wasn’t going to give her what she wanted, he would deny it until (literally) his last breath as she tried to squeeze his breath out, and he struggled to get it back.

She continued to lash out with slaps, though this time without the same level of concussion-inflicting force. Her hand smacked across his cheek, and knocked his head rolling to the side, but at least he was pretty sure it wasn’t in danger of breaking any bones. He felt her fingers dig into his hair, and then the powerful woman grabbed tight and tugged at his hair. It pulled at his scalp as she slapped him with the other hand, staring into his eyes like she was scolding him.

“You shouldn’t talk back to your mother, bitch boy,” the woman snarled, and then stretched out her legs again, squeezing his torso with incredible, bone-crushing power. He had been counting on his physical power to help him win this, he hadn’t realized that he may have been on some technical level stronger, but thanks to her experience, skill, and outright vicious nature and love of destroying people, he was a mere weakling in her arms - Or more pointedly at this point, her thighs.

Her crushing force made the young man let out a low groan despite himself, as compressing his lungs forced bits of oxygen out of his body, accompanied by the weak and helpless sound. She was destroying him, absolutely and completely overpowering him with iron-hard leg muscles that constricted like a hungry snake around his vulnerable torso. He felt the pressure in his cheeks and under his flesh as his eyes bulged and he began to suffocate from the might of her thighs. Tears were filling up his eyes as she pulsed her mighty muscled legs around his helpless body.

He felt her lash out, and her hand struck the back of his head, a bullying slap that may not have had the force of the previous ones but felt ten times more demeaning. She laughed at his weakness, and he just tried to block it all out. It wasn’t easy to do breathing exercises with what felt to be pure cast-iron bands wrapped around your torso and squeezing it to a pulp, but it was all he had, he needed to try to find a way to focus on something, ANYTHING other than his mother’s destruction and dominance of his body.

She slapped him again, which made him groan, and then she shoved her fingers into his mouth. He wanted to bite down, it would be the best choice tactically and for his pride, but it would rely on him being able to close his mouth, a privilege that had been cruelly stolen from him by his mother’s mouth in a kiss that snapped his jaw.

“Come on, Tommy!” his mother snarled, “Come on, boy, you’re nothing against me. Just give it up, you’ve got nothing, the fight’s over, boy, just give up!”

It was clear from the tone in her voice that his mother expected him to just submit now, to tap out and give her the win. There wasn’t much left he could do at the moment, with his breath fading and his body breaking down under her assault, but he could deny her that. He was hurting, but he was still alive, and he had given her neither his pride nor his submission. The smell of her body and her sweat filled his nose, but he managed to hold off on the moment of destruction that little while longer. He closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and shook his head, denying her that moment of victory that came from hearing him submit.

“OH YOU LITTLE BITCH!” She snarled, and then her legs instantly tightened. He’d thought that her massive muscles were impressive before, of course, but he realized now she hadn’t even been going halfway on the pure power of her legs, and now the squeeze instantly shattered his ribs. He could feel the tension from the bend give way to the sudden, destructive snap as his ribs were crushed in, he could feel the sharp bone push through his flesh and muscle, as her rocky legs destroyed his torso, leaving him little more than a bag of bones and hamburger meat, barely alive and even then only thanks to the miracle that the crush hadn’t ended up shoving his ribs right into his lungs to kill him.

Or was it a miracle? She wasn’t the sort of women to leave things up to chance, she was a vicious, powerful grappler who destroyed her opponents, and she didn’t seem to be looking for anything less than total destruction. Rather than just finish him off like that, she seemed to want to make him really and truly suffer in the might of her muscular thighs. He groaned out, grabbing her pulsing legs, and tried to push on them... Only to have his wrists start to burn in agony with the slightest push against her massive muscles.

With his ribs snapped, she released his torso. She could have finished him there, he wasn’t sure how - Or even if - He would be able to avoid tapping out if she kept up the bodyscissors, but just when she looked like she would be able to get the acceptance of submission she so badly wanted, she released that hold only to scramble up, and slam her muscular MILF muff into his face, trapping him in the V of her legs and pulling him into a crushing headscissors.

He had had maybe a few seconds to breathe after she released his body, before his face was crushed to her cunt again, and her iron thighs wrapped around his head. He rolled under her, and her mighty muscles began to pulse on his skull, powering against his head with bands of rock and iron that felt like they’d leave his skull as gravel-shattered as her hands had left his wrists.

“Alright, Tommy boy,” his mother’s voice was a low, erotic purr as she pressed her mighty cunt against the young man’s face, and slowly ground on it. Her pussy felt like pure rock as she forced herself down on him, and then began to wrap her thighs even tighter. It was like his head was trapped between the tectonic plates of her thighs and being ground up against the cement mixer of her cunt. Hot as she was, there was nothing soft or feminine about the mighty woman who straddled his face, pumping her hips along him with a force and fury that felt like she wanted to clutch down on his nose with her cunt and then rip his skin off.

But while his skin may have been safe, his lungs - And his life - Weren’t. The fact that she had released his ribs didn’t provide any protection to his lungs, as she settled down to smother him against her mighty cunt. What little attempts at breath he managed were far from filling and drenched with the smell of his mother’s muff. He felt an ache and grind as she twisted her hips, first one direction, then another, wrenching his neck along with the rest of her domination.

“Alright, Tommy boy,” the powerful woman growled as she lowered her hips completely over his mouth and nose, “Time for for momma’s little boy to go to bed~” She laughed, and stretched out hard. The crush on his skull was enough to make him see spots, but not enough to put him out - No, that honor was going to the lack of air, as he fought to inhale against her powerful cunt.

He felt her thighs tighten full-force around his skull, the iron of her leg muscles pushing in against the side of his head, and burying his face deeper in her pussy. He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t see, he could taste, but all he tasted was the sweet taste of his mother’s sex juices and sweat. He wished she would tighten just that little bit more, he would never surrender to her, but at least if his mother finished the squeeze right now it would prove she had to kill him in order to win, she couldn’t just make him submit. If he passed out, there’d be another round, and while he could claim that he hadn’t let her overcome his will if she knocked him out or pinned him to the mat, there was no third option when it came to the sex round - If she won, it would be because she had overpowered his resistance, she had broken through. It may not have been tapping out with his arm and hand, but tapping out with his cock was no less of an admission of defeat - And with his face pressed against her powerful pussy, it was hard to imagine how he could not just get dominated by that hole. Hard to imagine how he could resist it, and yet, he had to. He had to find that last way to prove himself, even if he couldn’t outwrestle her, he could deny her the pride of knowing he had been fucked to submission. Just squeeze, just squeeze -

But she wasn’t giving him that mercy. He could feel the world going dark, his face turning purple as she smothered him with her pussy. The pressure on his whole form increased with every second that passed, his cock stiffening, and soon enough thanks to the lack of blood flow and oxygen, it was the only part of his body that seemed to have any sensation, except for the overwhelming scent of his mother’s mighty muff crushing down on against his face. His ears were ringing from the pressure, his body shaking, and now, to his shock and concern, his shaft stiffening from the mere presence of so much mighty womanhood.

Vaguely through the press of her thighs around his skull, he could hear his mother taunt, her legs forcing his head concave while her fingers started to slowly dance along his too-stiff shaft. He shuddered, coughing up a bit of the sweat and feminine juices his mother had let drip past his lips, as he felt her grip his cock. Through the mounds of muscle, he heard the powerful woman taunt him.

“Get ready, Tommy,” she said, slowly, practically purring out the words like a cat, “Get ready for the next round. Because if you think these legs of mine are tight,” she laughed, and then gripped his cock and gave a few quick pumps to it, making it stiffen up and leak out a squirt of pre-cum onto her hands while she laughed at his weakness, “You haven’t seen anything yet.”

With that, the pressure and darkness finally overtook him, and he faded away into unconsciousness, smothered out by his mother’s muscled muff.
The young man woke up, flat on his back on the mat. It took a moment for him to even remember why he was there. Once he remembered, he wished it had taken longer, as memory of his destruction, practical demolition at his mother’s hands flowed back through him. He stared up at the ceiling as he groaned on his back, the agony in his groin reminding him of her dominance so far, while the pounding of his head and blurred vision told him that even though he was awake now, she might have done some serious damage, the sort that could last the rest of his life.

Of course, that wasn’t that hard to do, when the rest of his life could only be for a few more hours, and if his mighty mother had her way, that’s exactly what he was going to deal with. The first round had gone well for him, but rather than ensuring his victory or even increasing his chances, it seemed to have simply spurred his mighty mother to fight harder, and prepare to destroy him even more with her muscular body. The young man groaned as he looked up at her, he could see her power, he could see her pussy, thick-lipped and drooling excited feminine juices, as she looked down at him. He knew she was thinking about what she was going to do to him, how hard she was going to dominate him. He had to make sure that that didn’t happen, he had to prove to her that he was a powerful man and a warrior.

It would, admittedly, not be particularly easy as he lay on his back, looking up at his mother as she stood like an amazon over him. He groaned, trying to muster the strength in his body to stand up and defy her, to continue their battle even in the face of the agony he felt and the serious structural damage to his body, the snapped ribs and torn groin. The look on her face didn’t make the experience any easier, either, she was smiling, clearly feeling like she had already won, like the battle was as good as over.

“Aww, you all down Tommy?” She laughed, “Don’t worry, I’ll get you up soon enough,” she laughed at the double-entendre, “Get you up, and get you off,” she added, making him groan. He’d hope that even if she couldn’t be any less cruel, she’d at least have the kindness to be less corny when trying to kill him, but not even that seemed to pass her mind. He felt like a toy to her, a piece of meat, a tool used to exhibit her dominance over him and all other males.

She emphasized her disdain for him by pressing her foot down on his face, standing tall over the downed man and grinding his head into the blue mats. There may not have been any prizes for style, but he heard an appreciative grunt from the woman behind them. The administrator had seen his mother’s dominance, and it was clear she liked what she was seeing.

At least that was some small motivation, a bit of extra dive to spur him on to fight back. It couldn’t be called all that much, if he struggled to fight for his life then fighting to make a point to some dumb bureaucrat wouldn’t make things all that much easier, but he could at least do his best. If he could stand, which at the moment was no easy feet, with how his mother leaned her foot on his face, compressing his cheek bones under her weight.

He heard the administrator give a soft laugh, mocking his weakness and defeat in the face of his mother, and then say with a friendly tone, “Okay, Betty, you need to let him up now, he’s been on the mat long enough.”

“Oh no he hasn’t!” His mother answered, a quick-witted response that implied that the two had plenty of time to develop a rapport through the course of his mother’s crushing of male defiance, “But I’ll give him a third shot anyway,” she finished, as she pulled her foot away from his head.

The young man rolled over on his front, struggling with the effort and groaning with every breath. Crushing his ribs had done nothing to make it easier to stand up, and he hadn’t even made it to his feet without using his mother’s body to assist him the first time. He shuddered, and that shuddering made his muscles twitch and puncture themselves on his busted ribs, as he tried to bring himself back up to his feet to continue the fight.

The young man felt a firm grip wrap into his hair, and he groaned at the pressure, followed by a powerful tug that lifted him up by his head, wrenching his neck, and forcing him to get his feet under him and stand (even as it tormented his tenderized tendons) to face the furious, dominant stare of his mother once more. There was no affection in her face, nothing but a clear and undeniable fury in her eyes, alight with an emotional fire that promised nothing but imposing will and unbreakable power.

"You're going to be mine, Tom," his mother taunted him, "You're going to be mine, for as long as I want to let you live, and after all this fighting, I can tell you, I don't intend to let that be very long."


She let another wicked smile cross her lips, before yanking on his hair. He let out a loud groan, which was soon silenced by a slap to the face, and then by her tugging him forward and pressing her lips to his in a long kiss. Her tongue brutally forced its way into his mouth, past his tongue and against his throat, forced him to taste her powerful, and then she let it rest there, lightly pushing and prodding his own tongue as he went weak in the knees. His hands felt their way up his mother's muscular arms to her shoulders, and he grabbed a hold of her, trying to steady himself or find some way out of this, but she was not a merciful woman. She reached down and grabbed his cock, squeezing hard to inflict pleasure and pain in equal measure, as she held her boy helpless, forced to suffer whatever indignities she saw fit to inflict upon him.

Tom vaguely heard the administrator call out "Wrestle!" and he felt his mother push herself closer to him, her muscles bulging as she forced her body against his, and forced her tongue as well, adding to the humiliation - And in this round, the one she could only win by forcing his orgasm, giving her a tactical advantage as well as making him struggle for breath. He began to gag as her tongue plunged deeper and deeper down his throat, choking him as she clutched at his cock, crushing it in her palm.

His knees were growing weak and he wondered if she was going to milk him out right here, but she gave him no quarter. Her tongue pulled away from his throat, and she twisted his hair, before tossing him to the ground, where he landed on his back with a heavy thud, his shattered wrists breaking even further on the mats. He groaned on his back as his mother stood over him, her gorgeous, muscular body towered above him. Her back muscles clearly visible as they rippled and shifted under her tanned skin. He groaned at the sight of her power as she knew he was too weak to stand up quickly, and took full advantage of that to show off her dominance, and make him moan at the knowledge of what a powerful woman he was fighting, how futile his efforts to resist truly were. Her back, her ass, her pussy... It was like she was made of pure sadistic muscle.

The young man groaned again when his mother stepped on his face, and he felt her force his head against the ground even more, leaning her full weight on him. Instincts that should have known better wondered if she would just lean in and kill him there, but he should have known he wouldn't be so lucky, the cruel woman clearly intended on forcing him to finish the match, no matter how broken he was.

"You like my muscles, Tom?" she asked. "You think that they're just for show, huh?" She twisted her foot, grinding his face into the mat again, "You think that the other boys I wrestled were just losers who didn't know how to fight? Oh, they didn't fight as much as you did, but there's a reason your mother has as much power as she does, and it's not because I'm some big dumb brute!"

He groaned as she stomped on his head, making him see stars, and the pain grew more as she forced her foot harder on his head, while she continued to taunt him, "I'm not a brute, I'm a fucking force of nature. If you want to get to the top of this company. It's a dog-eat-dog world, and this bitch eats every dog out there. You included, Tommy boy, you wanna know what makes me so good?" She laughed, "Suck my toes, bitch!"

He tried to turn his head away to avoid it, but she stomped again, knocking out his teeth and then forcing her foot between his lips, making him suck on her foot through his broken jaw whether he wanted to or not.

"It's because I don't let ANYTHING stop me from getting what I want. No man. No woman. And especially," she laughed, and swirled her foot against his tongue before starting to slowly pull it out, and drag her saliva-covered foot down his body towards his cock.

"No cock."


"I take what I want," she explained, slowly stroking his shaft with her foot, "and I'm gonna take you, boy. I'm gonna take you and your dick ALL night until your body's just a broken sweaty wreck, until your heart bursts and bones shatter from the strain of my sex.”

She started to bounce her foot on him slightly, as she moved her heel towards the tip before dragging it back down to the base. "Ohhh, this cock is a great one. I'm going to love destroying it."

Tom could only moan as his mother dominated him, her foot slowly dragging along his overworked shaft, and her heel digging in and twisting against the torn muscle, ecstacy and torture blending together as his exhausted body could only take so much.

He shuddered at the thought of her footjobbing him to orgasm, of him being made to spurt seed all over himself under her. It was humiliating, it was shocking, and unfortunately, it wasn't even half as psychologically and sexually destructive as what she had planned for her poor overworked opponent, as she ground his own saliva onto his shaft. He couldn't imagine a more humiliating way to go out, but it turned out, his imagination was limited.

With the slow, deliberate motions of a predator stalking its prey, his mother pulled her foot away from his shaft, and turned her back to him, showing off her mighty muscles again. He groaned as he stared up at her glorious back, with her thick, powerful legs, her plump, tight ass, her slender waist and her strong back. Her skin was flawless bronze. She glistened with a fine sheen of sweat that let him know just how much she had been enjoying exerting herself dominating him. He could smell her arousal in the air as her scent made his pain and fatigue that much harder to bear.


She spread her pussy lips and slowly let him watch as she pressed her fingers inside. Her pussy looked like a muscular beast, the hole her hungry maw, and it was clear she liked to play with her food. She gazed over her shoulder at him, licking her lips, clearly hungry for dominance and destruction, and he could only moan as he looked at her glorious body.

Then, suddenly, she dropped her cunt down on his cock, swallowing it up in her ravenous pussy.

"Ah! Oh fuck!" Tom yelped, as she cruelly wrestled his cock into her hungry hole, rubbing against his dick in a display that was as arousing as it was destructive. He grit his teeth, it was now or never, he had to hold back and keep his cum out of his mother's mighty musclecunt. Her pussy muscles clenched around him, sucking and pulsing around his cock as she started to grind up and down his shaft.


The young man knew he had to hold back, he had to be a big boy and resist his mothers overwhelming domination, but with her pussy grinding down onto him and her ass bouncing up and down along his body the sensations were overwhelming. His mother's sweat glistened in the warm basement light, as the powerful, dominant female lifted herself up and down, exposing first her sturdy ass cheeks then the monstrous cock she had skewered into her. Of course, normally a large cock was a sign of power, but here it just showed how powerful his mother was to be able to take and easily control his massive shaft.

He groaned and grunted, trying to stay strong inside his mother's powerful cunt, but it was hopeless against her powerful muscles. "Fuck!" he yelled out as her pussy lips pulsed around the head of his cock when she rose up to the tip. She didn't miss a bounce, instead smirking at his weakness.

He tried to grab her hips and push her away, but his wrists were broken, and the slightest pressure sent a throb of pain up his arms as he cried out in agony. She laughed and arched her back, flexing her muscles and tightening her cunt around his dick. He bit his lips, but frankly if his broken wrists and the extra pressure on his already swollen and bruising groin from her hips wasn't distracting him from the pleasure, a little bite wouldn't even register. His cock throbbed inside the ravenous muscular cunt, and he could feel the cum rising inside him.

Rising, but not overflowing, not quite yet, which if anything just made it worse, as his mother increased the pace, bouncing up and down in his lap, every pump of her hips grinding on his already destroyed body. The young man whimpered and groaned, trying to keep under control but the pleasure was overwhelming.

And as if simply dealing with the awesome pleasure wasn’t enough to strain the young man’s sexuality, his mother decided to make it worse, leaning back and rubbing her beautiful broad back against his chest. He moaned as the rocky muscles of his mother’s body forced themselves against him, and her impressive weight buried itself against his chest. Sure, it wasn’t the same level of crushing force as the squeezing had been, but in his vulnerable state, just the pressure of having his body touched made Tom moan in helpless agony and arousal.

She pumped her back and her hips at once, grinding against him, swallowing up his cock with her muscular pussy and rolling her tan marble back muscles over his shaking chest. Each twist, each millisecond of contact made him shudder, and further tormented his already bruised body. The young man could only moan as his mother bullied him with her back, trying to keep his cock hard, even as her back made his chest softer by the second.

And it wasn’t easy to keep his cock hard in the face of so much pressure coming crushing down on him from her cunt muscles. They were as strong as the rest of her body, gripping his cock cruelly and powerfully, as the mighty woman ground down on his helpless shaft, and squeezed it like she was trying to pussy-pulse his powerless penis into nothing more than helpless hamburger.


The young man reached up from behind, reaching around her beautiful, broad body to try to get his hands on her full, powerful tits. He managed to at least get them up, and felt the power in them. Her breasts were firm, she was a mighty woman, a proper woman, the sort who lived to destroy men. And him? He was just another example of her power, right now, another victim of her mighty muscle. His mother was raping him like a bitch, and as he pulled her to his chest, it was just the best he could do to try to stay alive.

"Oh, you think you can touch me? You think you're worth fucking me?" His mother snarled, and then threw an elbow back, striking him in the side of the head and knocking his head back to the ground.
"You're nothing. You're a weak, pathetic worm. I'll break you like a twig, boy." Her pussy crushed against his cock, holding it for a moment and not letting it slip out like it was helpless prey in the vicious trap that was her cunt.

He was getting fucked to a pulp by a woman who treated his cock like it was nothing. She may have been smaller than him, but she was showing him her pure power, as her pussy muscles crushed him and she ground her powerful body against his helpless one. He groaned in pain, writhing weakly as she continued to thrust her cunt along his cock. All he had was going into holding onto his seed, his life depended on it, if he came then he'd die.

He had to make her cum first, it was his only chance at life. He started to pump up from beneath her, pump his hips desperately, trying to force his cock as deep and hard as he could manage. His hips were pumping up against her, fighting for his life, but she was just so strong. Still, his hips were powerful, powerful enough that he could at least lift her up a few inches with his pumping, force her to at least acknowledge his presence. Was it the ultimate in defiance? No, but right now, all he needed was just to prove he could be a man. He braced his hands on her hips to pump harder, pounding his mother from beneath, pounding himself against her powerful muscles, trying to force her to yield.

He saw the look of fury on his mother’s face as she realized he was still in the fight, that he could use his grip on her to pump up into her pussy and try to take control. Succeed at taking control? No, not really, she was still dominating him with her mighty cunt, but even the attempt was more than the furious woman would allow. She reached back, and grabbed his hands, forcing them to the ground, flat against the floor, as she bounced wickedly on his cock. He battled against her arms, trying to raise his hands, and though it was only a small victory, he managed to raise his wrists just a few inches off the ground.

A small victory may not have been a world-changing event, but it was enough to piss his mother off. The mighty woman snarled, and he felt her cunt muscles squeeze down tighter on his cock, crushing on the thick shaft like she was trying to grind it to paste. Hell, the only reason he knew she wasn’t was that he had to cum for her to win, and frankly he had no idea why his cock still felt like his orgasm was nearing, even as her cunt turned into a vicious trap that crushed his dick like a balloon.

And yet somehow, he was still hard, as his mother raised and lowered her hips along his massive shaft. The pleasure, and the pressure, were vicious as she dominated him. Slowly she dragged her hips up, and the pressure stretched his cock’s skin to the point it felt like it would rip. She dropped back down, grinding against him, and her pussy muscles gripped and assaulted his shaft like a hungry wild animal attacking the first meat it had seen in ages.

And then, she drove her ass down on him, swallowing his stiff cock up in her mighty ass muscles, and kept going. She dropped her huge hips like a hammer, and like any good hammer meeting bone, he felt his hips shatter under the force and weight. Her force destroyed his resistance, and shattered his bones, and in doing so buried his cock deeper than he’d ever felt, deeper than he’d ever thought possible.
Then, with a mighty roar, his mother flexed every muscle in her body, and she squeezed down with her powerful cunt, and Tom felt it. His body had been crushed, his cock had been crushed, and now his stamina had been crushed. The might of her pussy muscles was too much, his iron will bending under the force of her muscles. He reached his limit, and with a helpless cry, he filled her pussy with his seed, coating her insides as a tidal wave of jizz pulsed out of his dick.

The young man screamed out loud, as his mother finished him off with the orgasm, finishing his last stand and forcing him to cream himself like a bitch as well. She had destroyed him twice with her wrestling, and now, her pussy had put the finishing touches on his total destruction, the wild woman rode him, and milked his dick for all he had as he filled her with his semen.

His fight had been long and as hard as he could make it, but it was no match for his mother’s might and sexuality, and the brutal, bone-crushed orgasm poured from his cock and balls. With his eyes rolled back and his body shaking, it was hard for the young man to keep his mind on what was happening. Her body had dominated the cream from his cock, and even as pleasure poured through him and cum shot into her, in the back of his mind he remembered he had lost, that his mother had defeated him, and his life was hers to take.

He knew there would be no mercy, as he groaned on the ground, he could only hope that he had at least impressed her enough that she would give him a quick death. Unfortunately, he was starting to suspect the opposite was the case. Oh, he had impressed her, sure, that was beyond debate, but that wouldn’t lead to a quick death. Instead, this wicked woman was going to drag it out for him, partly punishing his defiance, partly revelling in killing a strong man and showing off her own strength. Tom shuddered at the thought of his mother’s cruelty, and what the wicked woman would have planned for him in the future. For now he could only groan, and lie back, trying to recover, wondering if there was any way he could escape. He couldn’t stand, he couldn’t strike or grapple, and now he was exhausted as well. Every option he had for escape had been taken away by his mother’s cruel body.

He simply stared at the ceiling as he felt her dismount him, her muscular pussy pulling slowly away from his stiff shaft. He was dazed, and he could only stare helplessly at the ceiling as he felt his mother withdraw from his cock, standing up and approaching the administrator. He wished that he knew she was going to be suggesting some sort of mercy, some level of safety from his death, but the sadism with which the mighty woman had approached his beating had proven quite effectively that there would be no mercy and no kindness coming to him from the dominant woman.

"Congratulations on your latest victory," he heard the administrator tell her, "You've done well. Have you decided how you want to finish him off?"

He heard the low laugh of his mother before she answered the question, and when she spoke, it was in a soft, erotic tone. "Death by sex," his mother answered, and he shuddered at the thought of it. While some may have thought the idea was exciting, intriguing, even ideal, he knew better. Death from sex was a horrible way to go, his pelvis and hips and cock would be crushed to paste, and his body broken by his mother's skill. He sweated in terror as he waited, and his mother approached him slowly, reaching down to grab him by the hair and lift him up to his feet. He couldn't fully stand up, which meant he was simply dragged to the stairs leading up out of the basement, and up into the main room of the house.

He felt her grab the back of his head, and throw him forward. He stumbled, and fell flat on his back on the bed, groaning as his head hit the mattress. He could only stare at the ceiling for a moment as he heard his mother approach, before leaping on top of him. Her weight crushed down on his injured pelvis, causing him to let out a cry of pain, before her powerful hands gripped his shoulders. He felt her fingers dig into the muscles, crushing more of his power out of his body as she pinned him down onto the bed. He felt his heart beat faster and faster, trying to pump enough blood for him to be able to either fight back or escape, but she was simply too strong. He was trapped underneath her, his face pressed against her sweaty breasts, but over the curve of them he could see the wild, hungry look in her eyes.

"I'm going to enjoy this," the woman who birthed him laughed, "I'm going to rape your cock until it's nothing but a limp cum-soaked noodle. Your heart will burst, and you'll die with my name on your lips and my cunt on your cock."

He shuddered as he felt her pussy lips press against his base, sliding along him as she grinded against his lower body, slowly sliding up to the tip before with an agonizing pace, sliding back down to his base, her lips gripping against his as she ground on the underside of his shaft, teasing him about the muscular hell of her pussy that was about to engulf him.


He groaned as he felt the wet muscled hole pulse against the tip of his cock, before she slowly slid down. The tight, wet hole opened up around the head of his cock, and he groaned as he felt the muscular flesh fold over his crown and shaft, enveloping him in her hellish sheath that was slowly suckling him in. He could only moan as her velvet muscles assaulted him from all sides, crushing and rubbing and sucking on every inch of his dick with a strength that was beyond anything he'd ever felt. Her hips slamming into him had been agony before, but he never had imagined just how hard a muscular a woman's pussy walls could clamp down on his dick.

Thick folds and crushing ridges rolling over and sliding around every inch of his dick, slurping and sucking on him like a rocky mouth, crushing and enveloping and smothering his cock in an inferno of pleasure. He could feel himself smothered by a sea of muscle that was determined to destroy his dick, and his body shuddered as her pussy began to milk him.

"Feel Mommy's muscles, Tommy-boy!" She yelled cruelly, and his cock swelled as if trying to fight back against the muscled hold of her cunt, but if that was the plan, it was doomed from the start. There was no way to outmuscle a powerful pussy when there were so many thick muscles clamping down all at once.

He heard her laugh cruelly as she felt him begin to bulge, as his cock swelled even bigger than before, and she just ground harder, muscles clamping down on either side of his swollen dick as it tried to fight back.

It was a battle he was unlikely to win, but he knew he had to fight as his mother ruthlessly ground his cock into oblivion, every muscle in her cunt massaging in waves of pleasure around his dick, consuming it as he strained to hold off, not knowing for what now that his execution was inevitable.

"Don't hold back, little one," She cooed sadistically, "Let it all out, let mommy's muscles milk every last drop of your hot, thick cum out, let mommy taste your hot seed before you die."

He shuddered, and her muscles rolled over him again, smothering him in pressure and pleasure.
"Yes! That's it!" She laughed cruelly, "I can feel you pulsing!"

Tears streamed down his face as his muscles bulged, trying to shift the balance as his body tried to fight back with one final burst, before he could be overwhelmed, swallowed by the violent riptide of her muscles.

"Mommy can feel your cock aching!”

He was aching, his body shuddering as her muscular pussy assaulted and squeezed his helpless shaft. His manhood was on the edge of bursting, and he grit his teeth, balling his hands into fists as he tried to fight back. But as he'd seen so many times since his mother had entered the basement, trying to fight was one thing, and succeeding in the task was another. His body was shaking and pouring with sweat, his muscles aching and twitching, his swollen dick bulging as his mother's muscles massaged and milked, grinding and smothering his hot shaft into oblivion.

He had fought long and hard, and he could be proud of the resistance he’d put up. But his resistance could only last so long, he was only a man, and his cock was, quite undeniably for now, made of mere flesh. Her wicked, wild pussy squeezed and clenched down on him, before the ripples and folds of her inner muscles suddenly swirled up all at once, and an overwhelming orgasm overtook his helpless body. He arched his back and screamed an aroused, helpless scream as cream poured from his shaft and balls, while tears streamed from his eyes and cheeks, both firing out like with all that his body could pour into the air. It was a geyser of white seed, and his body twisted and writhed as he lay on his back, shaking and broken down by his mother’s mighty man eating cunt.

“Oh yeah, Tommy-boy!” The wild woman laughed, “Yeah, I got that dick of yours, I got it tight, don’t I?” She laughed at his weakness, her pussy squeezing down and her wet, rippling walls attacking him, as she held his shoulders to the bed and forced his orgasm to keep pouring into her, even as he twisted and felt his cock begin to ache from the exertion of feeding her hungry cunny. She forced him to keep it up, mercilessly squeezing and pumping his manhood with mighty womanly muscles. His body ached with exertion as it struggled to keep shooting every ounce that her wicked pussy could suckle from his shaft.


The force of her pussy bruised his cock as she laughed, squeezing the life out of his stiff manhood. Her thick cunt lips locked onto the base of his manhood, squeezing tightly and locking the blood in to keep his helpless cock hard. The young man groaned as her lips bruised and hurt his dick.

"Oh yeah, ya like what my cunt can do, do ya boy? Hope ya like ya dick hard, 'cause it ain't goin' soft anytime soon!" She laughed cruelly at him as her pussy lips sucked on him with a wet sucking noise. She kept his dick nice and trapped in her pussy, massaging it and swallowing it up as she kept her muscle pussy wrapped around him. His orgasm had ended, but his cock wouldn't die down, as her body kept it nice and hard, raising him to a mix of pain and pleasure. He groaned as her pussy sucked and massaged his cock with sadistic skill, not letting him go limp, pleasuring him beyond what he could bear.

Tom was certain that she'd broken him, as his body was twisted with insane lust, driven to the depths of pleasure and back by this cruel woman. His cock was suffering a fate worse than death, being tortured in her sadistic pussy and him along with it. He shook as she twisted his cock with unnaturally skilled muscles, keeping him in continual stimulation that could be described as pleasure only because it focused on his dick.

Despite himself, he felt the pleasure growing in his balls again. He bit his lip, focusing on the pain to keep himself sane as his body grew hotter and hotter with pleasure. He might be sentenced to death by his mother's pussy, but he was going to make her work for it. He watched her grunting, working his cock over, and decided to focus on her body to avoid thinking about his. He wanted to get at least something for her to remember him by, and he reached out and grasped her breasts, pinching her rock hard nipples. She let out an aroused gasp, before looking down at him, grabbing his wrist, and crushing the already shattered bones in her son's wrist as she twisted his hand away from her body and bent his wrist back behind his back.

"Bitch! Ungh! Fucking bitch!!" Tom grit his teeth, moaning.

"That'll learn ya, boy," she said cruelly, as her pussy resumed it's cruel assault. She bent down, kissing the top of his head as her pussy worked it's deadly magic on him. He was shaking as he tried to hold out against her, but it felt like it was inevitable that she would win in the end. There was only so much a man could take, and his mother was pushing him far beyond those ill-defined limits with her sexual destruction. It was a fight for his life against her pussy, and her pussy was winning. He wanted to last just a few more minutes, to prove he was a stud, but right now, even seconds would take a miracle.

With cruel finality, his mother's skilled pussy began to assault his cock, bringing him to the very limits of his endurance, and then bursting past it with a viciousness that could only be described as demonic. Tom's eyes went wide, his mouth gaping open as his cock began blasting out his seed uncontrollably. His shattered muscles twitched and his hips jerking upwards as he blasted rope after rope of semen from his desperate cock. The last orgasm had been hard, but somehow, this time it felt even worse. It felt like his cock was ripping open to pour the seed out, as blast after blast of it painfully erupted from his purpled cock.

The young man shook and trembled as the vicious assault on his manhood continued. He couldn't even scream, all he could do was gasp and moan in agony as she wrung out the very last drop of his man milk.

And she didn’t slow down her attack, either, not even as the young man shuddered and twitched for his mother’s muscular mauling of his manhood. She was intent on slaughtering him twice, first metaphorically in the ring, and now literally in her bed, and his cock was fairing no better than the rest of him had. Even as Tom struggled to breathe, his mother's pussy continued to stroke his battered member, keeping it hard and cumming as much as it could. And it was clear that his mother had practiced enough that ‘as much as it could’ was a mind-blowing amount of time.

Tom moaned as his mother didn't slow down, even as the muscular vixen continued to milk his prick raw. The orgasm slowed to a halt, but her experienced, powerful snatch continued to build it again as she laughed cruelly, forcing him down in the bed and milking with her weight. The last thing Tom wanted was another orgasm (and it might be the last thing he would get) but his body wasn't listening. His mother's hot box kept massaging his prick, not letting him go limp thanks to the powerful muscles in her groin keeping the pressure on. He couldn't call it truly pleasure or pain, but more of a throbbing, burning sensation, one that only intensified as his mom's aggression grew and grew. His once muscular thighs were limp and useless underneath her, his arms twitching weakly before growing still as his chest heaved. Tom's blue eyes grew wide, as his mum rammed her tongue down his throat once more.

Gagging him did nothing to make his struggling any easier, and while he would have thought the lack of air would at least make it easier for him to focus on keeping his cock under control, his mother’s mighty pussy had no mercy or care for his manhood. She just pulsed and squeezed ruthlessly with her powerful inner walls, milking even more life out of his prick. He could only shudder and gasp as his mother's tongue bullied him and her heavy body smothered his own.

Tom's body felt limp and broken, and his cock continued to pour out cream as his mother's technique pushed him to the edge of life and death. His body felt like it was burning up, melting, like his blood was boiling and his brain was melting in a mixture of lust and terror. His heart beat out of his chest, he could barely breath through his nose as her hips kept on jerking. He wanted nothing more than to die in this moment, that horrible dread he had experienced earlier was nothing compared to the nightmare of what was happening to him now. His lungs were aching, as much as his testicles and the rest of his broken body. His face was paler than it had ever been, his lips trembled and his eyes began to roll back as undiluted terror filled him.

What else was there to feel? This powerful woman was wrapping him up and squeezing him to a pulp, his body shaking, and his cock twitching and losing seed. He didn’t know how much longer he’d survive. The only degree to which she cared was just to see how much longer she would be able to torture her helpless cumtoy. His heart was beating fast and hard, and he doubted he could survive another orgasm inside her. It was frankly a feat of endurance that he’d survived it as long, but as he felt his balls drawing up and his body tensing, he knew that it wouldn’t be much longer.

He whimpered, his back arched, and suddenly perfect orgasmic pleasure poured through him, his heart beat faster, until he could hear it in his ears. He couldn't breath as his heart started to race, beating faster, aching harder, the rapidfire sensations coursing through him as she milked him with every ounce of her strength - And milked out every ounce of his.

He moaned pathetically through gritted teeth, shaking violently as she brought her perfect technique to bear on him. The world was both growing brighter and yet darker as she pushed him past his endurance and towards death. He groaned pathetically, unable to do anything more than weakly cry out as his cum kept on shooting out of his loins, her pussy massaging it from his body with strong, deadly strokes.

“That’s right,” his mother laughed, "Give me your cum! Give me your life! You'll die tonight!"

Terror kept him from losing consciousness, but terror could only do so much, it couldn't save his cock from the hot, overpowering milking that she was determined to milk out his life with. His muscles ached, his heart raced, he could barely breath as the pleasure shook through him and the terror filled him.

His vision began to darken at the edges, his cock swelled deep inside her, and torrents of his life-force pumped into her. Tom's exhausted body couldn't hold out any longer, his head rolling back, and agony overwhelming him as he let out a weak, pitiful groan of defeat and death.

He shook and spasmed helplessly, as his body was wracked with an endless series of climaxes that drained the very life from him, until at last, his exhausted body could take no more and he slumped down upon her, blood trickling from his mouth and nose.

Tom’s younger brother shuddered as the VR program ended. He had just seen something he had never thought he would see, and certainly something he had never wanted to see. His mother had utterly ruined his older brother, a true paragon of manhood, and yet she had completely destroyed him with her physical and sexual skills, leaving his body a broken and beaten wreck. He felt like the mere sensation had nearly killed him, and frankly, if his body had been in as bad condition as Tom's had when the VR session had ended, it probably would have. The memory of the grunting, heaving and gasping breaths of the two lovers as his brother had been brought to a ravishing climax and erotic death by the hands, mouth and womb of his mother would be burned into his mind for the rest of his life.

Of course, with the amount of time remaining until his manhood trial, there was the tiny half-solace of remembering that at the very least there would not be much more time for him to remember the horrific event, as he would have his trial in a few years. And no doubt against his mother, just like Tom's had been, and just like Tom's had been, it would be a fight he wouldn't win. Couldn't win, not against the wild lusts of his mother's vicious dominance and sex. Even now, with the VR off, he could still smell her arousal, the sweat that had dripped off her breasts when she had buried Tom's face between them, the scent of her hair and skin, so ripe and powerful.

“Mmm, that was a fun time, wasn’t it Jay-baby?” His mother's voice purred into his ear. His whole body stiffened like a prey beast realizing that it had walked into a predator's trap, as he felt her fingers gently stroke along his back, "It's a lucky for you I don't get to play with you for another few years, but when we're finally together, ohhhhh, it's going to be a fun time then."

He shuddered at the thought of what she had done, and tthe thought of what would come in a few years, when Jay and his mother were forced to wrestle. She was a monster, a writhing, lustful beast, and it was clear he would need to train himself to not only physically match her strength, but also to be able to resist her incredible sexual techniques.

He looked up at her, his eyes begging, almost numb with terror as he looked upon the beast that would become his molester. She looked back in his, then leaned in to slowly whisper in his ear.

"I can't wait to get you on the mats, the things I'm going to do to you..."

He whimpered as the thought of what would happen flooded into his mind, the terror of the reality ringing through his entire being.

She bit at his ear, whispering ever so gently, "I'll do things to you that would make a Hell's Angel scream like a little girl. I'll turn you into my personal little plaything, and I won't ever stop. There won't be any match, Jay. Just me, and you, and your execution in public. And oh yes, Jay, by that point, I want it to be in public. I want to make sure everyone sees what I do to you. I'm going to ruin EVERYONE, Jay, I'm going to be queen of the world, ruler of this society, and your death is going to be my coronation."

He felt her hand trace down his back, sending terror into his very core, a cold shiver along his spine at the thought of what would happen when the time came. How could he possibly stop it? He had seen what she could do, he didn't stand a chance.

There was only one thing he could do. He had seen how big and strong his brother was, and as badly as he had lost, at least he had won for one round. One round wasn't long, but it was longer than most men managed. Jay would just have to outdo him, get bigger, stronger, and faster than his brother, until he would be able to survive the fight. WIN the fight, in fact. He jumped a bit as he felt his mother give his ass a quick slap, and giggled as she left, sending him into his room.

The rest of the night was long and hard. He tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Every time he started to doze off, the terror of what his mother had done to his brother came flooding back. But with it came a grim sense of determination. He would survive the fights, he would live no matter what. He would turn his body into the strong and powerful fighting machine it needed to be. Then, when the day came, he would win against his mother, earn his manhood, and prove that no woman, not even his mother, was unstoppable, that even a woman like her could lose. That as much as the desire to live would drive him to succeed, so too would the desire to take revenge. He wouldn't just survive for himself, he would survive for his brother who had been unable to do so, and he would survive to bring down the woman who had taken his brother from him.

He slept poorly that night, but the next few were easier, as he dreamed of avenging his brother, and spent his days working out and growing strong to be able to beat the wild woman down.
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Love the premise, great work.
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Looking ahead for more parts! And maybe introduce some new characters and dynamics to this dystopian society
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Another great tale Lefarr
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Many thanks to LeFarr for writing this! Just to give everyone a visual, the mom in this part of the story is meant to resemble the build of Kiki Vhyce.
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Incredible story, as they all are. I wish there would be alternate ending in which he sentence to lifetime of slavery and servitude to his mother, either sexual Or otherwise, rather than death.
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