Go Back   Male vs Female | The Mixed Wrestling Forum > Mixed Wrestling & Fighting > Wrestling & Fighting Stories



Check out the latest release by Fight Pulse: Bianca vs Andreas.
Preview photos are available in this topic. Get this video at: Fight Pulse - MX-251.




Reply
 
Thread Tools Display Modes
  #1  
Old 13-Mar-23, 20:39
headscissorfiction headscissorfiction is offline
Member
Points: 12,031, Level: 47 Points: 12,031, Level: 47 Points: 12,031, Level: 47
Activity: 14.3% Activity: 14.3% Activity: 14.3%
Last Achievements
 
Join Date: Jan 2019
Posts: 163
Thanks: 217
Thanked 2,806 Times in 159 Posts
Default Mom's House

(This is the first part of a femdom commission. If you're interested in commissions, just message me. I suspect that this is the longest mixed wrestling story ever written.)

--



They were a very competitive family. Board game nights, especially Catan, frequently got somewhat out of hand. Currently, however, peace and normality prevailed. The four of them were watching TV, although nobody was really paying attention due to the conversation.

“Oh, I’m sure you’re strong enough for the college team,” said Kristin, the 44 year old mom of the family, “You wouldn’t have gotten the scholarship if they didn’t think you were ready, honey. You’re just comparing yourself to me too much. Not everyone can be as strong as me, obviously.”

Ryan, the 18 year old son, could tell that his mom was kind of baiting him like usual. He could tell by how she was smiling at him. “Right. And not everyone can be as good of a wrestler as I am, obviously.”

All his mom Kristin had to say about that was: “Hmm…”

James, the 44 year old father, could see where this was going. He knew his wife well enough by this point. Maybe it wasn’t too late to diffuse things. “Ryan, I’m sure you’ll fit in well with your new team.”

Kaylee, the 19 year old daughter, could also see where this was going. Only she had no interest in diffusing things. She wanted some action. She was kind of bored. “You know, I have always kind of wondered… Ryan, you’re obviously pretty good at wrestling.”

Ryan just gave her a look.

She smiled back at him. “But Mom is stronger than you. Like way stronger. So do you think she could actually beat you?”

Ryan shook his head. “No way. Wrestling is about way more than raw strength.”

Kristin looked like she was enjoying where this conversation was going. Really, she enjoyed any kind of conversation that ended up being about her strength and her muscles. She was a bodybuilder, after all. A world champion. “I have more than just raw strength. I know a thing or two about wrestling, honey.”

Ryan just rolled his eyes. “We’re not actually going to wrestle right now, are we?”

“Aw, but what about me?” asked Kaylee, “I don’t want to just sit here and watch you guys try to kill each other.”

“I’ll tell you what,” said Kristin, “We’ll have a little tournament. I’ll wrestle dad…”

James looked slightly alarmed by this.”

“…and you wrestle your brother. That will be round one. The winners will wrestle in the grand finale. How does that sound?”

Ryan stood up. “Fine by me. It shouldn’t take too long for me to beat both of you two.”

“Sounds fun,” said Kaylee.

They agreed to meet in the basement where Ryan’s practice mats were after changing. James’s opinion on all this wasn’t really taken into account that much. He knew that once his family got into something like this, there was no stopping it.

The first match would be between Ryan and his sister Kaylee. Ryan had an obvious size advantage. Standing on the mat shirtless in a pair of gym shorts it was pretty clear who the favorite was. He was 6’0 and mostly muscle. He wasn’t super lean or anything, but anyone could tell from looking at him that he was strong and that he had spent a lot of time at the gym. Maybe almost as much time as his mom. Kaylee, at 5’5, still looked like quite the force to be reckoned with however. She was also a college athlete who had just finished her first year on the gymnastics team. She was wearing her uniform – a singlet that clung very tightly to her body. She had the perfect physique for gymnastics. Everything was perfectly tight muscle. Her legs in particular were just packed with muscle. Years of gymnastics and training had made them into thick, smooth pillars that looked very capable of choking someone out. The skintight uniform reminded Ryan that his sister was just as much of an athlete as he was.

“Let’s do best two out of three,” said Kristin, “I don’t think I’ve seen the two of you wrestle since you were little. This should be interesting.”

“Yeah, interesting and short,” said Ryan.

Ryan was really just focused on his next opponent – his mom. Kaylee was just sort of in his way.

“I’m short,” said his sister, “But I’m not going to give you a short match. I’ll tell you that right now.”

His sister really was just too competitive to know better. “Yeah? You realize that watching my wrestling meets doesn’t count as knowing about wrestling, right?”

Kaylee didn’t look intimidated. “What, you think I’ve never wrestled anyone before?”

“Just start,” said Kristin, “I’ve heard enough from you kids.”

They started. It was clear that Ryan was stronger, more skilled, and more experienced. Kaylee was getting manhandled so hard that she was almost regretting this whole dumb tournament thing. Then she really started to regret it when her brother wrapped his strong arm around her neck in a headlock. There was something about how simple and effective of a hold it was that was just kind of embarrassing. It was something he would have done to her when they were little kids fighting over the remote. All he was doing was choking her with one arm, and it was working.

“Since you’re such a wrestling expert,” said Ryan, who didn’t even sound out of breath, “I’m sure you know all about tapping. It’s what you do to submit to your opponent when it’s obvious that you’ve lost and you don’t want to get choked unconscious on the mat. It’s probably what you should be doing right now, Kaylee.”

Kristin watched as her daughter lost the first round. “Yeah, Kaylee, you probably should…”

Kaylee knew they were right but was too competitive to care. Instead of just tapping out to her brother and saving herself some pain, she struggled, kicked her legs around the mat, pushed her whole body off the mat, squirmed in his clutches… but it wasn’t getting her anywhere. They could all see that.

“Hey, this whole thing was your guys idea,” said Ryan, “So I’m not going to go easy on you. I’ll really just knock you out. It’s not my problem if you won’t tap.”

Kaylee had always been stubborn, but she’d never been stupid. She tapped out on her brother’s arm. She couldn’t even remember the last time this had happened to her. It might have been the first time in her life she’d really been physically dominated this hard. It did not sit right with her.

“I guess it looks like, surprisingly, being on the wrestling team has made me a little more prepared for this,” said Ryan.

Kaylee realized that maybe she couldn’t win… but she was at least going to teach her dumbass brother a lesson here and show him that it would not be this easy to push her around. She didn’t like the sort of precedent that his was setting. She wouldn’t allow it.

Ryan didn’t really take the next round all that seriously, which turned out to be a big mistake. He thought he would probably just grab her in a headlock again and choke her until there was more tapping and he could move on to the real opponent. He wasn’t paying super close attention. His annoyed sister, on the other hand was entering full on try-hard mode. She wasn’t nearly as strong as he was, but she was very flexible. He found it hard to get a hold of her this round. Kaylee could bend and contort herself around his body with ease.

Kristin smiled as she watched her daughter put her son into a reverse headscissor. She had really hoped that something like this would happen. Her daughter Kaylee was perfectly built for reverse headscissors. There really could be no better hold for her. Her legs were thick, and when they wrapped themselves around her brother’s neck it was obvious to everyone that there would be no getting out.

“Gotcha,” said Kaylee proudly.

“Well done,” said her mom.

Ryan said nothing, since he was too busy struggling against the pair of legs that were currently ending him. His sister’s legs were powerful and he now regretted not realizing the insane potential they had for choking him. But her ass… her ass was really something else. He had seen his sister in her uniform plenty of times. He was well aware that she had an amazing bubble butt. It was kind of impossible to miss, especially in her skintight uniform that left most of her round cheeks uncovered. The singlet was tightly wedged up her butt. He had always known… but something about having it one inch away from his face was making him appreciate it in an entirely new way. All he wanted to do was reach out and grab it. It would probably feel firm and amazing… but this was his sister after all. He didn’t want to see too horny, even though he was pretty sure that his briefs and his gym shorts weren’t doing a perfect job of hiding how hard he was getting. It wasn’t his fault. Sure, it was his sister, but he was only a human male. He put his hands on her thighs and tried as hard as he could to pull them apart and free his neck.

“Don’t think so,” said Kaylee.

Kaylee arched her back, stretched out her curvy legs as much as she could, and really squeezed with all of her strength. Now her singlet wasn’t the only thing that was getting wedged up her ass. All the confidence and all the talk that her brother had going into this next round just made her feeling of domination and victory all the sweeter. He’d set himself up for this, and now he was being humbled by his sister’s bubble butt.

“Since you’re like, a wrestling expert or something, I guess,” she said while she crushed him, “I’m sure you already know this… but this is the part where you tap out. I think I remember you saying something like that to me earlier. I’m not totally sure. You talk a lot and sometimes I just kind of zone out.”

“It’s definitely time for tapping out, honey,” his mother recommended.

“Or don’t,” said Kaylee, “I really don’t care either way. I’ve never knocked someone out before. That would be fun. It’s up to you, Ryan.”

Ryan was not about to tap out to his sister’s legs. This was not happening. He was the wrestler in the family. His sister and her fat ass were not going to submit him. He struggled, rolling the two of them around the mat… he could move her, but he couldn’t move those legs. His neck stayed locked right into place between her thick, warm thighs and wedged tightly into her flawless ass… there was simply no escaping his sister’s brutally tight headscissor. He was really regretting not taking this round seriously…

“Don’t you have some secret wrestling technique to get you out of this?” Kaylee asked as she continued to squeeze the soul out of him, “Don’t they teach you this sort of stuff? I’m waiting to get thrown off with some amazing move. Actually, it kind of seems like you’re losing steam.”

“He is,” said Kristin, “He knows it’s over, he just doesn’t want to tap. Come on, honey, just tap out for your sister. Why do you both have to be so stubborn?”

Ryan was done being stubborn because the pressure on his head and jaw was just way too much… also he couldn’t breathe at all. Clearly his sister’s thighs were an inescapable prison and she wasn’t clueless when it came to wrestling. What he really wanted to do was tap out on her ass and watch it bounce and jiggle. But he was worried that she might take offense to this and just knock him out. He wouldn’t put it past her, and he doubted that his mom would care. He tapped out on her thigh so that he could stay awake.

Kaylee looked very smug as she spread her legs and let her brother’s head fall down onto the mat. This didn’t help with how lightheaded he already felt due to the pressure and lack of oxygen.

“Looks like it’s one to one now,” said Kaylee, “I’m doing pretty good against a soon to be college wrestler, huh?”

“Enjoy it while it lasts,” said Ryan, who knew that telling her that she had gotten lucky would make him seem too salty, “Because round three starts now and I’m going to wrap this up.”

Kristin loved how seriously her kids were taking the tournament. “You seem like you’re in a hurry to get to me.”

“Of course I am,” said Ryan, “You started this.”

“How about you just worry about your sister first?” his mom asked, “I mean, I just watched her almost choke you out with her legs.”

Kaylee smiled and flexed both of her legs in front of her brother. “Pretty sure that if I can get you between these again, I’m going to win.”

Ryan knew she was probably right about that. But he also knew that if he really tried, it wouldn’t be too hard to stay out of those legs. They grabbed hold of each other again, and Kaylee could tell that he was paying attention and taking her seriously this time. Even if she lost now, at least she had made him go all out.

“Let’s see those legs again, Kaylee,” said mom, clearly picking a favorite.

Ryan didn’t want to just beat his sister. He wanted to beat her the same way she’d beaten him. He wanted to really establish dominance so that his sister didn’t walk away from this thinking something like ‘I almost beat my brother’. He wanted her thinking something more like ‘My brother could beat me at any time.’

It was tricky to maneuver her body how he wanted to because she was so flexible and so nimble. But after a minute or so he wore her down and got her into the position he wanted her in, which was between his legs. The only really appropriate revenge here was to finish his sister off with a headscissor of his own. She had jammed his neck into her thighs and his face into her butt. So it was only fair that now her neck was stuck between his legs and her face was stuffed into his crotch.

“Y-You can’t do this…!” protested Kaylee.

Kristin chuckled. “Honey, you basically just did this to him.”

“T-This is different!” she said.

She didn’t want to say why it was different because she didn’t want to address the fact that she was having to try her best to angle her face away from her brother’s bulge.

Ryan was just taking his time. He knew that she was finished now and there was no way his sister was getting out. He wanted to drag it out a little and teach her a lesson.

“I just thought I would show you what a real headscissor looks like,” he said, “From someone who actually knows what they’re doing.”

Kaylee squirmed around and pushed at his thighs to no avail. He was laying on his back and it didn’t look like it required much effort from him to keep her trapped like this.

“M-My headscissor….was real… Ryan st-aacckkgghhh…”

Ryan shut his sister up by flexing his quads against her throat. He wished it was this easy to shut her up all the time. That would be nice.

“You had so much to say earlier,” said Ryan, “But I’m not hearing as much now.”

Kristin smiled at her competitive kids. She knew tonight would be fun, but she hadn’t expected her son and her daughter to scissor each other to the edge of consciousness. They really did take after her.

Kaylee started to panic slightly due to a serious need for air. She pulled at his thighs but knew that was useless. She could feel his powerful quads and could tell they weren’t going to give way to her hands. She pushed at his abs, trying to push herself away… all that really did was remind her that her brother was made of muscle.

“If you’re not going to tap, I’m just going to do this…”

Ryan put his hands on the back of his sister’s head and pushed her face into his bulge.

“M-Mmpphh!”

Kristin just laughed.

“I warned you,” said Ryan.

Kaylee suddenly couldn’t see anything, and her face was pushing into her brother’s bulge. She could feel that he was at least semi hard. He was enjoying his revenge. This just made the whole thing even more humiliating, even if she had to admit to herself that crushing him with her thighs had been pretty fun too, especially given the position of his face… but this was just going too far. It was just like her stupid brother to get carried away like this. He was already on the wrestling team, so did he really have to shove her mouth onto his balls to make this point? Was this necessary?!

“Kaylee, you should really start tapping,” said Kristin, who still looked like she found the whole thing funny, “I mean, this is not a good look for you. And you know your brother could probably knock you out in a couple seconds from here, right?”

Kaylee wanted revenge now more than ever after being crushed like this by her brother’s legs and forced face-down into his manhood… but she could feel that it was over. Her neck was just in there so tight, the pressure was way too much. She was sick of breathing through his shorts too. She tapped on her brother’s thigh.

He spread his legs enough for his sister to pull her face out, breathing hard. Ryan was smiling. She wasn’t.

“Okay, I get it,” said Kaylee, “Good job.”

“Thanks,” said Ryan smugly.

“Just remember that I made you tap out, mister big college wrestler guy,” she said, “Mom, please put Ryan in his place.”

“I have to take care of your father here first,” said Kristin.

Their father didn’t look nearly as eager to wrestle as his kids did. But he was there, in gym shorts and a t-shirt. Kristin was still wearing sweatpants and a hoodie. It wasn’t as though all of them hadn’t seen her body before. She was a bodybuilder after all, and they had all gone to her competitions. They were all well aware of Kristin’s amazing, award-winning body. She just liked being dramatic and she liked to show off.

Kristin took her sweatshirt off and tossed it at her husband just for fun. Her upper body was all muscle. She was in complete competition ready mode. There was a lot of her too – she was 6’0 tall. Ryan had gotten his height from her. She was just an absolute amazon in every sense of the word. Her arms were huge. Her shoulders would have made Samus jealous. She had powerful pecs, but she was the rare bodybuilder who had also held onto her natural breasts. Her abs were lean and perfectly chiseled and defined. Kristin had 8 pack abs that made fans drool, judges fall over, and gym guys very jealous.

Even though they’d been married since forever now, James still loved every chance he got to see his wife’s amazing body. Ryan just rolled his eyes. He knew she was just trying to intimidate him by taking her time and showing off like this.

Kristin undid the strings of her sweatpants and let them just drop down to the mat. She kicked them off to the side. All she was wearing now was a sports bra and spandex short shorts. These were probably the hardest working pair of spandex shorts in existence. This was why spandex had been invented. Any normal pair of shorts surely would have been torn apart by how thick and muscular her thighs were. She had 28 inch legs. Her calves were huge as well. It was obvious where Kaylee got the genes for her amazing ass from. Her mom’s ass was bigger, more muscular, and almost too much for those tiny little shorts.

She tied her blonde hair back in a ponytail, reaching both hands behind her head which showed off her lats and her biceps.

“I’ll make this quick, honey,” she told her husband.

She had promised to make it quick, but she couldn’t exactly promise to make it painless. She wanted a real wrestling match from her husband and he knew better than to deny her that. He was the sort of husband who worshiped his wife, and whatever she wanted she got. He offered real resistance because he knew that’s what she wanted… and was promptly crushed. He had known this would happen, but was still surprised by how much his fate was going to hurt.

Beating him was just too easy, so Kristin wanted to get a little creative. Her kids had both just shown off some headscissors, so why not branch out a little? Instead of scissoring her husband’s neck, she scissored both of his thighs. His legs were stuck between hers.

“Is this a real wrestling hold?” she asked Ryan, “You’ll have to tell me.”

“Uh, not really?” he answered.

“I see. Oh well,” his mom replied.

She started to squeeze her husband’s thighs between hers. Not all at once. That would be too easy. Instead she let her family watch as her thighs slowly grew to their full size. They bullied her husband’s legs down into submission.

Even James, who knew her body better than anyone, was surprised by the pressure. She was just crushing his legs. It felt like he was in a compactor. He knew she didn’t want him to just tap immediately, so he pushed at her muscular thigh and tried to last as long as he could… but that really didn’t end up being very long at all. Even though she was squeezing him nice and slow, he couldn’t even last thirty seconds in her brutally tight thigh vice. It felt like she was capable of cutting his legs in half. His lower legs were actually falling asleep already. That was how effectively she’d managed to cut off the blood flow. Even for a champion bodybuilder, this was a little scary. Her kids couldn’t stop staring. Ryan, who would be facing her next, was realizing that maybe there was a chance of her not being a free win like Kaylee had been… clearly strong legs ran in the family. And her legs were way bigger than his sister’s…

Kristin let her husband go. “At least you’re smart enough to tap early, unlike some other people in this room.”

Predictably, the next round didn’t go too much better for the amazon’s husband. Kristin manhandled her man into the position she wanted, which was a grapevine. James had no say in the matter at all. His wife entwined her thighs around his and stretched him out. She didn’t even bother looking down at him while she forced his legs to spread further than he thought they’d be able to. She was looking up at her son, her real opponent.

“You’re next, honey,” she told her son, “I’m going to show you that when you have this much muscle, it doesn’t matter what you do. There’s no amount of skill that can make up for this power gap.”

When she said ‘this much muscle’ she slapped her thigh. Ryan had seen her body plenty of times. He’d seen it lift extremely heavy weights in the gym. He had never been one of those guys who thought it was all for show or whatever. He’d seen what she could squat in their home gym. But there was something about seeing her legs go to town on a person that did intimidate him just a little bit. His dad was clearly in real pain already while he put his hands on her hips.

“Plenty of guys think like that,” said Ryan, “Plus, you’re not even that much stronger than me.”

“I’m not? Are you sure about that?” she asked, flexing her legs a bit more, which made her husband wince.

“K-Kristin…” he begged.

“Quiet, honey, I’m using you for a demonstration right now,” she said.

He obediently refrained from tapping.

“I’m ready whenever you are, Mom,” said Ryan, “Whenever you’re done showing off.”

“Fine, fine… ready, honey?” she asked her husband.

She didn’t wait for an answer. She just winked at her son then really powered down on the hold. Her thighs flexed even more, and suddenly her husband’s legs were stretched out alarmingly far, way farther than they were supposed to. He understood that he was there for demonstration, but he could not take it anymore. He tapped quickly but very politely on his wife’s hip. She held him there in the grapevine for a couple long, extra seconds while she made eye contact with her son. He tapped while she just smiled, clearly enjoying herself and the feeling of power. When his tapping got faster, she finally stopped and stood up. It didn’t look like it had taken any effort to reduce James to a weak puddle on the mat. He couldn’t even stand up right away.

“Looks like it’s you in me in the grand finals,” she said, taking a step towards her son, “Are you ready to find out who the best wrestler in the family is?”

“Are we sure that dad is going to make it?” asked Kaylee, prodding her dad with her foot.

James gave her a thumbs up while he massaged his legs.

“He’ll be fine,” said Kristin, “The real question is whether or not your brother is going to be fine after I’m done with him.”

Ryan got down on his knees on the mat, clearly ready to just get startled and settle this. Kristin wasn’t quite ready just yet. First, she pulled her sports bra off. Now this was a part of his mom’s body that Ryan had not seen before. Was she just trying to mess with him? Was she getting carried away in the heat of the moment? Kristin didn’t stop there either. She winked at her son again and peeled off her shorts, which took a little effort since they were basically glued to her huge legs and her muscular ass. She was left standing in front of her son in nothing but a small, black thong that was almost completely swallowed up by her muscles. She was practically wearing nothing at all. Ryan (along with James and Kaylee for that matter) didn’t know what to make of this. This was his mom after all, but her body was just so incredible…maybe growing up with her as a mom had given him a natural appreciation for the female form when it was enhanced with muscle…

“What do you think?” Kristin asked, flexing all of her muscles for him in the most muscular pose, her biceps bulging, “Still think you might be stronger than I am?”

Ryan was admittedly quite impressed with the display in front of him… was she even bigger than she was at her last show? He didn’t remember her being quite this muscular… her arms and shoulders looked just so ready to crush him…

He tried to play it cool. “If you’re done flexing, I’m ready to wrestle.”

When they started, Ryan quickly realized this was not going to be like wrestling his sister Kaylee. His mom really was seriously strong, and she clearly wanted to win badly. He had known to watch out for his sister’s legs, but he had to watch out for his mom’s everything. Every part of her felt so hard. She was overpowering him despite his best efforts. He’d never wrestled someone this strong before.

“Here we go…” she said, taking over her son’s body, “Get in there for me…”

She locked her legs around her son’s torso in a bodyscissor that scared Ryan as soon as he felt both of her legs around him. Just cross her ankles was enough to start putting pressure on his back because of how thick her legs were. He wasn’t some lean, skinny guy, but her legs were practically touching around his waist.

Kristin grabbed him and pulled him in closer so that his side was pressed up against her crotch. “You can just go ahead and tap out for me right now, honey. I think we both know that you are not getting out of this.”

Ryan pushed at her leg, which was basically like trying to push a fallen tree off of him.

“No? You must really want to feel my thighs for yourself then,” she said.

She slowly began to squeeze. Kaylee and James watched in amazement as her legs slowly began to get bigger and bigger… muscle bulging into her son… he was being completely flattened by her muscle. Her legs were getting so big that it didn’t look possible for her son’s torso to be between them somehow.

Ryan let out a cry of pain. His mom’s huge legs were pulverizing him. It felt like his internal organs were getting squeezed too. He’d never been in a hold like this before. Her muscular legs had knocked the wind out of him. He couldn’t get any air in, and he couldn’t even breathe any air out either. She’d just forced everything out of him. And what was even wilder was that she was still flexing harder and harder… this wasn’t even her full power. After just a few seconds, his ribs were starting to hurt so much that he legitimately thought that if he stayed in this hold much longer they were going to break. His mom was in the process of breaking his ribs with her thighs. That was how strong she was.

Kristin liked seeing the surprise and the fear in his eyes. She was going all out, not just flexing and showing off like she had with her husband. He tapped on her thigh and she let go right away.

“How did that feel, honey?” she asked with a smile, “That’s one point for me. You’ve probably never been in a hold like that, huh? I don’t think they make high school boys with legs like mine.”

If Ryan had answered honestly, he would have said that it felt like his rib were going to snap between her incredibly muscular legs. But he didn’t want her getting too confident, so instead he just said “I think you got a little bit lucky, just like Kaylee. She got one scissor too.”

“That’s right I did,” said Kaylee, who was still savoring her small victory.

“But the real wrestler still won in the end,” he said.

“Let’s find out who the real wrestler is then, shall we, honey?”

Ryan had always done well under pressure and there was certainly pressure now. If his mom won this round, it was over. 0 – 2. He wasn’t going to lose, certainly not like that. He’d never live it down. She’d probably bring it up at his wrestling meets for the rest of his career. It wouldn’t matter if he won the Olympics or something, she’d never forget about the time she crushed him.

Ryan was in the zone and his technical prowess won out. He trapped his mom in a cradle. He grabbed her neck with one arm, then wrapped his other elbow behind her knee. By locking his hands together, he now had his mom trapped in his arms. At least, in theory he did. It took all of his strength to hold his mom like this. It was like trying to restrain a tiger. She struggled fiercely to break out of the hold. She didn’t know any of the counter-maneuvers, but she was way stronger than anyone he’d ever had to cradle before. He watched her muscles strain against him. She refused to tap, and they both struggled against each other’s strength until both of their bodies were slick with sweat.

“C-Come on, Mom. Just tap out,” he said, “You’re not getting out.”

Kristin knew that her struggling was getting weaker, and that if she was going to get out she would have been able to do it by now. She was annoyed that she hadn’t been able to just power her way out. It felt like her son had played a trick on her. She wasn’t going to lose like this. Whatever. She still had the next round. She’d take control of him and teach him who was the dominant member of this household.

She tapped with the utmost reluctance and he let her go.

“I guess actually knowing how to wrestle comes in handy,” he said, “Which was, you know, kind of my whole point from the beginning.”

“I know enough,” Kristin said. She pointed to her husband, who was sitting on the side of the mat massaging his leg, “That’s going to be you in a minute or so.”

“No offense to dad,” he said, “But I have a couple more wrestling championships than him.”

Kristin ran a hand down her sweaty 8-pack abs and down her thigh. “This matters a lot more than championships, honey. You’re not going to be thinking about your championships when I’ve got you back between my legs.”

They were both going all out and trying their hardest to dominate the other. Ryan was determined not to be shown up by his 44 year old mother. He didn’t care if she was a world class bodybuilder. But not only was she stronger, she had more endurance. He was starting to get tired. She showed no signs of slowing down. Ryan desperately tried to fight her off but she gained control of his body once again, getting on top… he knew he was losing position… he kicked his legs and tried to keep them away from her but eventually she snaked her massive python legs around his and he was locked into a grapevine. He remembered how his dad had looked in this position. It hadn’t looked fun. She had told him that it would be his turn soon, and now it was. He soon realized that his dad hadn’t been faking anything. His mom was pulling him apart.

Kristin looked down at her son. She could see the pain in his face. He was holding back moans of pain because he didn’t want to give her the satisfaction, but she could tell.

“You’re grabbing my hips and my legs right now,” she said as her sweat dripped down onto his body, “But what you should be doing with those hands is tapping.”

“N-Not…h-happening…”

“Oh, you can still talk,” said Kristin, starting to enjoy her power more and more, “Let’s see if we can’t do something about that. I want you to start talking with your hands and tapping for me, honey.”

She kept spreading him out more and more… as strong as she was, Ryan still felt like he hadn’t seen her full power yet. His groin burned. His mom was seriously going to dislocate both of his legs if she kept this up. He needed to escape and fast… he was flexible. It was part of being a wrestler. Not as flexible as Kaylee, but he could hold his own and he knew how to take the pain. He wasn’t going to tap out to his 44 year old mother. He was a high school champion wrestler. He just wasn’t going to lose.

Kristin liked that he was resisting. The more he resisted, the more she got to push him, the more she got to punish him. She was getting to find the limits of her son’s body and his will. She was weirdly kind of proud of him in this moment for how long he had managed to hold out.

She’d give him one more chance. “I’m impressed, honey. Really, I am. You did a good job. You lasted a lot longer than your father. But it’s over. Just tap on my leg and I’ll let you go.”

He foolishly refused.

Her eyes lit up and she flashed him a sort of crazy smile. A few strands of blonde hair had come out of her ponytail, adding to the look. She suddenly grabbed his head and hugged it into her breasts. He could feel her soft boobs and her hard pecs at the same time. It confused his male brain. Then she actually screamed with effort and flexed all of her muscles against him. Kaylee and James, who had a better view, were blown away. It was like all her muscles had doubled in size. Had she ever flexed this hard on stage? Ryan had thought his legs had been pushed to the limit but he was totally wrong. Kristin decided where his legs went, not him and not his male anatomy. She somehow managed to force his legs out several inches wider, causing him to cry out in agony. He was genuinely scared of his mom’s incredible power and he tapped on her leg frantically as hard as he could, slapping at the perfect muscle.

Kristin let her son go and straddled his stomach, breathing hard and just dripping sweat. Her son was a broken mess underneath her. She’d totally defeated him. But something in her said to just keep going… she didn’t want the match to be over. Some sort of Amazonian instincts told her that she had to press her advantage and show him her true power… leaving him awake would just be a lame ending to a wrestling match. He was going to sleep whether he liked it or not.

She turned around and Ryan could see what she was doing but was too weak to resist now. His legs were still burning.

“M-Mom…wait, wait, no…w-what are you doing? Mom w-aacckkgghhh….”

Kristin put him in a reverse headscissor that was so tight and so brutal that it made Kaylee’s look amateur. He had thought that nothing could get worse than Kaylee’s. But now he was just stuck in this warm iron vice of thigh muscle… and as his mom squeezed harder and harder, his face was getting pushed deeper and deeper into her ass… it felt like if the pressure kept up soon he would be in as tight as her thong was.

“Who’s the best wrestler in this house, honey?” she demanded.

“M-Mph…mph!”

“Mommy is. That’s right.”

James tried to calm her down. “Uh, honey…”

Kaylee said nothing. She thought her dumb brother deserved it.

Kristin flexed her legs to their true size and power. They dwarfed her son’s head. They were crushing his neck, his jaw, and his skull all at once. He really felt like he was in for a much worse fate than being knocked out, and he struggled for his life and tapped on her thigh to try and his let mom know that he just could not take anymore and that he was begging to be let go. In total desperation he grabbed hold of her thong and pulled on it.

Kristin was too high on her own power to care. She let out a deep sigh as she squeezed on. There was an awful sort of cracking sound as her son’s jaw was dislocated. Luckily for him, he wasn’t awake much longer to experience that pain since he passed out in his mom’s ass.
Reply With Quote
  #2  
Old 15-Mar-23, 00:42
ImYourBitch ImYourBitch is offline
Member
Points: 5,788, Level: 32 Points: 5,788, Level: 32 Points: 5,788, Level: 32
Activity: 0% Activity: 0% Activity: 0%
Last Achievements
 
Join Date: Jun 2016
Posts: 209
Thanks: 380
Thanked 471 Times in 132 Posts
Default Re: Mom's House

Good one

What about the losers bracket?
Reply With Quote
The Following 2 Users Say Thank You to ImYourBitch For This Useful Post:
  #3  
Old 15-Mar-23, 13:12
headscissorfiction headscissorfiction is offline
Member
Points: 12,031, Level: 47 Points: 12,031, Level: 47 Points: 12,031, Level: 47
Activity: 14.3% Activity: 14.3% Activity: 14.3%
Last Achievements
 
Join Date: Jan 2019
Posts: 163
Thanks: 217
Thanked 2,806 Times in 159 Posts
Default Part 2

Kaylee slowly opened the door to her brother’s room so that she wouldn’t make too much noise just in case he was asleep. He had been sleeping a lot recently because he was still in recovery mode. Mom had really fucked him up, to put it bluntly. He had already gone to the doctor, and now he was on bed rest. He’d barely left his room. No practice, no training, no going outside… he had plenty of time to lay there and think about his loss to his mom.

“Heyyy Ryannn I brought you hot chocolate,” she said, setting the mug down on his nightstand.

He just rolled over in bed and grunted some sort of a response.

“Do you feel any better yet?” she asked.

“Kind of. Not really.”

“Aw, that’s too bad.”

Kaylee crawled up into bed with him.

“What are you doing?” he asked, sounding annoyed.

“Nothing,” she said before grabbing his neck with her arm and putting him in a headlock.

“H-Hey!”

That was just about all Ryan could do as far as resisting went. It wasn’t just his jaw that hurt. His mom had seriously messed up his legs as well with that grapevine. He was also on some pain meds that made things like serious physical effort pretty much impossible. He was at his sister’s mercy.

“What’s the matter?” she asked, “You made it look so fun during our match that I just thought I’d try it out for myself.”

“L-Let go of me!”

“No,” laughed Kaylee, “What are you going to do about it?”

“W-When I’m not so-accckkghhg…”

She yanked on his neck, choking him hard.

“When you’re not what? I’m pretty sure by the time your dumb ass is finally cured I’ll be back at school.”

Ryan couldn’t believe he was about to do this, but his neck really hurt. He tapped on her arm, asking for release. He started to get worried when she wouldn’t let go.

“I don’t want tapping,” she said, “I want an apology for doing this to me before.”

“I-It was a m-match…”

“Yeah… don’t care,” she said, “Apologize to me. Now.”

The side of his face was pressed up against her boob now because she’d tightened up her headlock. She was wearing a tank top and a pair of short shorts.

“N-No…” he was stubborn even when he knew he couldn’t really save himself from his sister.

“Fine then. I guess you’re going to sleep early tonight. I’m sure your doctor would be proud of you for getting so much rest.”

“O-Ow okay, okay, I’m sorry…” he tapped out on her hip, “I-I give…”

“Yeah. That’s what I thought,” she said.

But she wasn’t done with him. She wanted full revenge for everything he’d done to her. So she crawled on top of him, which already had him wincing in pain. Then she wrapped her powerful gymnastic legs around his neck again. This time, he was facing her crotch. Just like what he’d done to her.

“Not so fun now, is it?” she demanded.

“P-Please, Kaylee, seriously… my jaw…”

“My jaw, my precious jaw,” she said back to him in a whiny sort of voice, “Would you shut up about your jaw for once?”

Kaylee was too annoyed about the time he’d shoved her face into his balls to care about his problems. She was out for revenge and she was going to get it no matter what the cost to her brother was. She was laying on her side, and she stretched her legs out so that she could really get good leverage and make sure she was squeezing his throat hard with the muscles of her inner thighs. She wanted to pop his head right off. His chin was pressed tight against her crotch. His head was on the chopping block. This was not helping him recover…

“You’re such a little bitch, seriously,” she said, “You can dish it out but you can’t take it. You’re totally turning like red right now. You should see your face. Actually, wait a sec…”

She took out her phone and took a quick picture of his trapped face then turned her phone around so that he could see it. He looked totally humiliated. He really hoped that this picture wasn’t going to get posted anywhere…

“Yeah. That’s what you look like. Anyway, I want another apology now.”

“I-I…” he was really struggling to talk through her thighs. He could barely breathe, “I-I’m sorry…K-Kaylee…”

“Good,” she said, “Hmm, this wasn’t exactly what you did, was it… no, what you did to me was more like this…”

She loosened her grip up enough so that she could reach down, grab his hair, and reposition his head so that the lower half of his face was smothered in her crotch. His nose was poking into her camel toe. Everything below that had been surrendered to her pussy and was being smothered. Now the pressure from her thick, powerful gymnast thighs wasn’t just choking him, it was crushing his skull too. With his still healing jaw, this was way too much. He tapped out immediately, slapping her hip over and over again as tears welled up in his eyes.

“Are you seriously going to cry? Oh come on, I’m only doing what you did to me. Don’t be such a bitch, Ryan. Are you sure you’re ready for college wrestling?”

“MMPPHH!”

Luckily for Ryan, his sister did ease up a bit when she turned around. Their mom was walking into the room. She was smiling.

“What’s this?” she asked.

“I’m headscissoring Ryan because he put my face in his balls in our match,” Kaylee stated matter of factly.

Kristin laughed. “Well don’t go too hard on him. We don’t want to dislocate his jaw again.”

“We don’t?” Kaylee asked.

“No, we don’t.”

“M-Mom…” Ryan said, “P-Please…n-not fair…”

“Listen, honey,” his mom said, “If you don’t like what’s happening right now, then you shouldn’t have lost to me. Kaylee – don’t knock him out.”

“Fine. I won’t.”

Kristin left the room, leaving Ryan to his fate.

Kaylee squeezed her brother hard again. She could see why he liked this hold. She was really enjoying the position of his face like this…

“I brought you hot chocolate, so I’m still a pretty good sister, right?” she asked.

“M-Mmpphh!”

Kaylee just laughed as she continued to crush his skull with her thighs.



--



Kaylee’s little revenge trip on her brother hadn’t exactly helped his recovery that much. He continued to mostly stay in his room. The house started to have a different sort of energy. Kristin and Kaylee had clearly come out on top after the tournament. James could feel that something was different now.

Right now, he could feel Kristin’s hands on his shoulders. He was reading in his chair, and she was standing behind him.

“We’re going to do a photoshoot today,” she said.

This wasn’t at all unusual for his wife. She’d appeared in all sorts of sites and videos because she was a fairly famous bodybuilder. She wasn’t quite a celebrity, but she wasn’t anonymous either. He was used to her taking a lot of pictures for self-promotion. He was very used to his wife being admired.

“Oh, okay. Do you know when you’ll be back?”

Kristin squeezed his shoulders. It almost hurt. She had a strong grip. “When I’ll be back? I’m not going anywhere. When I said ‘we’ were doing a photoshoot, I meant the two of us.”

“Me…?”

“Yep. We’re doing a couples photoshoot right here at the house. Kaylee is going to be the photographer.”

“Oh, uh, I’m not sure that’s a great idea… I mean, people don’t want to see me…”

Kristin slowly slid her arms around her husband’s neck, putting him into a chokehold that was ready to go whenever she felt like flexing her muscular arms. “I wasn’t asking you if you wanted to do this. I’m just telling you what we’re going to do. Understand?”

James was surprised. Kristin wasn’t usually so aggressive. She’d been getting much more forceful after their very one-sided wrestling match. He was getting pretty hard already and she wasn’t even choking him yet. “Y-Yes, I understand.”

“I need a prop for this photoshoot. That’s you. This is just for my Instagram.”

She slowly started to squeeze her husband’s throat, flexing her powerful bicep. It felt like someone was pushing a baseball into his windpipe.

James didn’t think this was necessary, since he’d expressed no desire to resist or defy her orders. He had gotten the message that this wasn’t an option for him anymore and he was kind of liking it. “O-Okay, honey. I-I’ll be a good prop.”

Kristin led her husband into their home gym where Kaylee was already waiting for them with the camera and the lights set up. Kristin was used to taking pictures of herself, so she was prepared. Kristin’s outfit went with the gym background. A sports bra and tiny little spandex shorts. This was about showing off her muscle after all. James quickly realized how he was going to help her do that.

“Get down on your hands and knees,” she told her husband.

He obeyed, and she put him into a standing headscissor. From this position, he didn’t even really get to see how she was posing. He just got to stare down at the floor while hoping that she didn’t squeeze too much harder so that he could continue breathing.

Kristin stood tall, keeping her husband trapped below her while she posed for the camera. She didn’t really pay attention to him at all. He really was just a prop for her to use to spice up her usual posing. Kaylee snapped pictures while her mom lifted her arms up and showed off the guns. Kristin put her hands behind her head, flexed her arms, her lats, and her incredibly hard abs.

“I like it, Mom,” said Kaylee, “I’ve never seen something like this on insta. People are totally going to love it.”

“I’m sure they will,” said Kristin. She patted her husband’s head. “They’re all going to wish they were in your place, honey. I hope you realize how lucky you are.”

“I-I do…”

“It’s too bad I can’t do something like this on stage during competitions. I’m sure the judges would love it,” said Kristin, holding onto her boobs and looking down at her own rows of flawless abdominal muscles. To call them ‘washboard’ would be an understatement. When she flexed, they were so tight and defined. There was a reason she won every competition and had all these sponsors.

“Okay, I’m liking the abs, I’m liking the gunshow… but we need to see those legs, Mom,” said Kaylee as she continued to take pictures.

“You’re right,” said Kristin, “I was just saving them for last so that your father didn’t pass out too soon.”

“W-Wait…can we do that part without me…?” asked James politely. He wanted to help his wife with her Instagram. He really did. He supported her career and he loved getting to feel her real power like this. But at the same time, these were the incredible, goddess thighs that he had watched dislocate his son’s jaw and put him to sleep so hard he was practically snoring. He was genuinely worried about his wife getting carried away and doing the same thing to him. He knew his wife had a tendency to get a little bit trigger happy with these things…

“Oh, no. Sorry, honey, but you definitely need to be down there for this part. I mean the whole point of this is I’m giving the fans a real look into how strong my thighs are. I could post a video of myself squatting 300 pounds instead… but where’s the fun in that? I’ve done that enough times anyway.”

Before James could voice anymore concerns about the whole thing, his wife began to squeeze her powerful legs around his neck. The pressure was so intense and hard hitting… he instantly understood how she’d done what she had done to their son. It wouldn’t take much more effort for her to do the same thing to him right now. Muscles bulged around him…

Kaylee was getting down on her knees to get a lower angle. “You should see his face, Mom. Ahaha you’re going to love these pictures. Your legs look insane. They’re like way bigger than his head. Wow. I really do get my legs from you. I can’t see all of them though when you grab them like that, Dad.”

“My legs are the priority here, honey,” Kristin said, “So hands off.”

Instead of taking his hands off, James tapped out on her thigh because he couldn’t breathe at all.

“I said hands off, honey.”

James did as he was told. It wasn’t like he really had a choice in the matter. If she was going to knock him out, then he’d be knocked out. There was no option but total surrender when it came to his wife’s powerful legs. He just hoped she’d show more mercy to him than she had to Ryan…

“Perfect,” said Kaylee, “I think we got it.”

“Sure you don’t want a few more?” asked Kristin.

“I’m not sure dad can survive a few more.”

“My legs are the priority here,” Kristin said, sliding a hand down her thick thigh.

Kaylee just laughed. “I think we got it, Mom.”

Kristin let her husband’s head go. He collapsed down onto the mat feeling as though he had just narrowly avoided a fate like Ryan’s. His wife’s thighs were really something else…

“So what’s next?” asked Kaylee.

“I wanted to do some front scissors,” Kristin said, getting down onto the mat, “You know, where he’s facing me. You don’t think that will get me kicked off Instagram, do you?”

Kaylee sat down on the mat too so she could be up close with the camera. “Probably not? You shouldn’t knock him out. They might ban you for that.”

“No promises there,” said Kristin, which really put the fear into her husband, “If I knock him out we just won’t post those ones.”

Kristin lay her long body out on her side. Since she was 6’0 tall, there was just so much muscle to take in… Kristin grabbed her husband’s head and guided it into place between her thighs. She pulled him in as deep as he could go, making sure that his chin was pressed tightly up against her crotch and his throat was firmly wedged between her inner thighs. Her thighs were so muscular and so thick that they touched a lot behind his head. He had just been totally swallowed up in there. Even though she wasn’t even squeezing, the pressure on his poor neck was high and he knew that just because her ankles were crossed that there was no way he could escape if they were having a match. He was really glad they weren’t having another match…

Kristin propped herself up on her elbow and rested her head in her hand. The other hand was resting on her leg. She looked completely relaxed, like she could be lounging by the side of the pool or at the beach.

“I love it,” said Kaylee, “Looks great.”

Kristin flexed a bicep for the camera while she continued to just casually keep her husband trapped and struggling to breathe.

“You are going to flex those legs though, right Mom?” Kaylee asked, “I mean that’s like kind of the point of a headscissor…”

“Oh of course,” said Kristin, “I was just giving the poor guy a little break so he could breathe. Ready, honey?”

“N-No…”

Kristin just laughed, ignored his answer, and squeezed away. If she was ready, then he would have to be ready too. That was typically how things worked in the bedroom with them as well.

“Wow,” said Kaylee, “Your legs look huge like this.”

“My legs look huge all the time,” said Kristin.

“Ahaha well, yeah, they do, but I mean especially like this.”

James tapped out while he thought about what he’d seen Kristin do to Ryan in that reverse headscissor.

“Stop tapping,” said Kristin, “Your hand is in the way of the shot. Just put your hand on my hip.”

James obeyed, clutching her hip for dear life and feeling more and more like he was about to meet the same fate as Ryan… soon his throat had been tightly shut by the walls of muscle and his jaw was making a sort of popping sound as the thighs closed in around him.

Kristin sighed with satisfaction and ran a hand through her hair. “There you go, honey. I know you can take it. You’ve been married to me long enough.”

She looked down past her rows of abs to her husband’s eyes. His face was red and he looked like he was barely conscious, but she could see that he was pleading with her to be let go. He didn’t want to get knocked out, he just wanted to breathe…

“Brutal,” said Kaylee, “I can’t believe he’s still awake…”

It would require no real effort for Kristin to put her husband deep to sleep or worse. Even if he resisted with all his might, there was just no way he could stop her from doing whatever she wanted to him. Those huge thighs, packed with muscle, were running his life right now. Luckily for him his wife was feeling nice and so she let him go. He lay there with his head still resting on her thigh, breathing hard. He massaged his jaw and his neck.

“Still with us, honey?” she asked.

“Y-Yeah…but I might need a break…”

“A break? We don’t have all day here. You’re a man. You can take it,” his wife said.

Kristin rolled him onto his back and just straddled his throat. His chin remained in the same place – practically digging into her crotch. This position made it slightly easier to breathe… but her full weight was now resting on his neck. His face was framed by her massive, muscular thighs.

“Let’s do a few like this,” said Kristin, “Sort of looking like I just won a match.”

“I like it,” said Kaylee.

Kristin posed for the camera as though her husband wasn’t even stuck under her. She flexed both of her biceps. She put her hands behind her head and really focused on flexing her abs, rows of muscle that led down to her husband’s trapped face. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her shorts and pulled them down lower and lower until they were covering her husband’s face and Kaylee was taking some pictures of her pink panties. James was really feeling like a prop now. He tapped out, but this time his wife didn’t even say anything. Instead she just quickly grabbed his hands, pinned them underneath her knees, and continued to flex for the camera and for all her fans. He was her biggest fan, but right now all he wanted from her was a little mercy… with her full weight resting on his throat, there was just no way for him to get enough air…

Neither Kristin or Kaylee noticed that he had passed out right away. Kristin’s body was a pretty distracting thing, after all. But eventually they realized that he was unconscious and Kristin slid back so that she was straddling his chest instead.

“He better not have messed up any of those pictures,” she said as she patted her husband’s cheek.

“No,” said Kaylee, “Those are going to turn out really good.”

James woke up. His wife’s powerful body was towering over him. He hadn’t noticed himself going to sleep. It had crept up on him. It was just that easy for her to put him to sleep. She hadn’t even done anything, she had just let her body do all the work for her. And even though she wasn’t even squeezing him, he knew there was no way he could have escaped his wife’s body.

“I didn’t notice you were out, honey,” Kristin said, “Try to stay awake next time, okay?”

“O-Okay…” said James because he knew he didn’t have a choice.

James taking a quick, mandatory nap didn’t mean that they were going to stop. Kristin had so much more planned for the photoshoot. Different outfits. Holding him over her shoulders and doing squats with him. Posing over him with her feet on his face and his neck. Having him massage oil all into her flawless, muscular physique. Kristin had all kinds of ideas, and if James couldn’t stay awake for them then that was his problem. It wasn’t the last time he was accidentally knocked out that day. Each time he was put to sleep, he woke up feeling even more submissive. By the end of the photoshoot, it was obvious to Kaylee that the power balance in the household had shifted even more.



--



While James began to take more and more punishment around the house, Ryan started to actually feel better. He was now recovered enough to move from his bedroom to the living room anyway, where he was currently watching TV. This would prove to be a huge mistake for him.

There was a knock at the door. Ryan didn’t get up to get it. This wasn’t his job anymore. But it turned out to be a few of his friends from the high school wrestling team coming to visit him. Kristin and Kaylee led them into the living room where Ryan was. They were both smiling, and Ryan didn’t like something about the looks in their eyes.

“You’ve got visitors,” said Kristin, “I guess word must have gotten out about your little injury.”

Ryan thanked his friends for coming. They all seemed happy to see him. He was embarrassed about not having really left the house lately, but that was about to be the least of his problems.

Kristin faced the boys with her hands on her hips. “I’m glad you all want to stay and visit poor Ryan here, but I’m afraid we’re a little busy at the moment. We don’t really have time for all of you to stay and just have a big party. So here’s what we’re going to do. If you can make me submit, you can stay and visit. But if I make you tap, then you’ve got to go.”

Ryan should have known something like this was going to happen. “Mom, wha-aacckkgghh…?”

Ryan’s sister had snuck up behind him on the couch and had suddenly pounced, quickly snapping her legs shut around his throat and choking him. The back of his head was in her lap.

“And just to add to the stakes,” Kaylee said, “I’m going to knock out your friend here every time you lose.”

Ryan’s teammates looked confused at first, but after that wore off they just sort of looked intrigued. They had met Kristin before. They knew she was a bodybuilder. Did she actually think she could beat them? Could she…? Ryan would have loved to warn them all, but he currently could not speak because his sister’s thick gymnast thighs were crushing his throat. He felt her smooth, bare skin against his neck. His teammates were going to find out he hard way, and his sister was going to put him to sleep… unless they could win somehow? Maybe they could succeed where he’d failed.

They agreed to the deal, and Kristin stripped down to her bra and panties right there in front of them. Always in bodybuilder mode, she just couldn’t resist an opportunity to show off. The boys stared at her. Sure they’d seen her pictures online, but they’d never seen her like this in person.

“So you’re first?” Kristin asked the boy who had squared up across from her, “Let’s see if any of you can do better than Ryan.”

The answer to this question quickly became obvious. Ryan had been the best wrestler on the team and his friends didn’t really stand a chance. The first boy was easily overpowered by Kristin’s vastly superior strength. He looked visibly surprised by how much stronger she was than him. Ryan watched helplessly with his hands on his sister’s thighs as his mom wrapped his friend up in a rear naked choke.

“Oh come on, that was too easy,” Kristin said, “What are they teaching you at practice? Or maybe the issue is you’re not spending enough time at the gym…”

Kristin had the boy stuck on top of her facing the ceiling. His neck was trapped in her arms and her legs were around his waist. He wasn’t going anywhere. He’d never wrestled someone this strong before. But she was kind of toying with him still, and he didn’t know how serious the danger was.

“Or maybe your problem is that you’re a little distracted…” Kristin use her toes to pull down his gym shorts. He squirmed around, but there was nothing he could do to stop her. She pulled them down enough to reveal the obvious erection in his briefs. “…or a lot distracted."

She laughed, and so did Kaylee. Then she hugged him tightly against her body and really flexed her muscular arms hard into his neck. He tugged at her forearm uselessly for a moment before accepting his fate and tapping out to Ryan’s mom. Anyone who felt how strong she was knew their only choice was to surrender.

Kristin stopped flexing so that he wouldn’t pass out, but didn’t let him go until she had actually used her toes to pull his shorts back up. She patted his bulge with her foot.

“The rest of you are going to have to do better than this,” she said, “And you’re going to have to try and stay focused…I know it can be hard.”

“That’s one loss,” said Kaylee, beginning to squeeze her brother’s neck, “Remember what I said? Goodnight, Ryan.”

Ryan struggled just out of pure instinct. He knew he wasn’t getting out. His sister’s thighs choked the life out of him until he was asleep on the couch with his head in her lap.

He woke up to the site of his next teammate facing off against his mom. The loser of the last round was already gone. So they were serious about not letting them stay. Kristin was serious about winning too. She manhandled his next teammate down to the carpet and got on top of him. Ryan could already tell that this one was over too. Oh no. The grapevine. He knew that his friend might not be walking normal in the morning. He watched as his mom stretched his friend out.

The boy grunted in pain as Kristin’s massive thighs stretched his young body to the limit and beyond. His hands were all over Kristin’s muscular back, trying desperately to find some way to push her off of him.

“If you don’t tap soon I’m going to teach you how to do the splits,” said Kristin.

She subtly grinded down onto her young prey, feeling his hardon against her. He was distracted too. She couldn’t blame them. They’d never gotten up close and personal with a body like hers before.

Kristin lifted both of her hands off the carpet and put them behind her head. She lifted her upper body off of him so that they were only connected at the legs. The leverage and the pressure were too much, and the boy grunted in pain again. He was really being torn apart and he couldn’t take it any more. He’d never been in a hold like this. She was strong enough to teach him new things about his own body. He tapped frantically on her hip. She held him for a couple extra seconds, letting him tap and tap like a bitch until she finally stopped.

The boy apologized to Ryan, who he knew would have to get put to sleep now.

“No need to apologize,” said Kaylee, “He’s used to it by now.”

Kaylee flexed her thick gymnast thighs and without hesitation sent her brother straight to dreamland.

Ryan must have stayed asleep for longer this time, because when he woke up his next teammate was already stuck in one of his mom’s inescapable holds. Or maybe he’d just been dominated faster than the last guys. Either way, he was in a tight camel clutch and Ryan could tell it was over already. His teammates weren’t going to be able to do anything to his mom.

“Come on, tap for me,” said Kristin, “Or I’m going to bend you in half. Look at my arms and tell me I couldn’t do it.”

He nervously glanced at her powerful biceps out of the corner of his eye. But he was determined not to tap and tough it out. He couldn’t let his friend Ryan just get choked out like that again. He could beat a girl, right? A 44 year old girl?

“Fine. If you’re really not going to submit to me, then I’m just going to have to put you to sleep,” said Kristin, “You’ve clearly made up your mind.”

She wrapped her strong arms around his neck while keeping his back bent back. She pulled up on his neck, yanking him back even further. It looked brutal. There were tears in his eyes. A thin line of drool started to run out of the side of his mouth. He was scared, but he also thought he could get an arm free… he was kind of close…he passed out. Kristin let him drop unceremoniously down onto the carpet. The fall woke him up. Ryan saw that look in her eye. She was really starting to get off on the power and the domination again. Ryan didn’t get to watch her enjoy her victory for long though, because his sister’s thighs once again began to bulge around his throat and his vision started to go blurry, then black…

Ryan woke up to see his mom getting creative with the last former teammate who remained. The others had all been banished. The last boy was trapped in a crossbody pin with one his arms trapped between her thighs and the other one trapped by her hands, pinned down to the carpet. The one between her thighs was practically limp. She was squeezing it so hard that it had fallen asleep and the blood was getting cut off hard. He was naïve enough to think that maybe he still had a chance of escaping.

Kristin lay her 8 pack abs down over the boy’s face. He squirmed around, trying to avoid being smothered by the wall of muscle, but she moved with him, keeping him pinned down. She kept his face right in there where she wanted it to be. Her abs were so hard it was like his face was on a cheese grater or something. He had never felt muscle like this in his life… as breathing became harder and harder and his struggles began to fade, he felt a deep urge to just give in and start licking and worshiping this muscular body. He tapped out, surrendering to her. His brain was slowing down too much to really start panicking when he realized that she wasn’t letting him tap. She was really going to smother him to sleep with her abs. He’d been knocked out before, but never like this. He was both humiliated at this weird loss and very turned on.

“Oh wow,” said Kaylee, “What did this poor kid do to deserve this?”

“Oh, nothing,” said Kristin, “I just wanted to see if I could really knock him out with my abs. Sorry, honey, but I just want to prove that I can do it.”

“M-Mmpphh…”

She could do it. After a few more seconds, the boy was sound asleep underneath her. She peeled her sweaty abs off of his face. The last thing Ryan saw while his sister put his ass to sleep yet again was his mom looking him in the eyes and running a hand over her hard rows of abs. Every part of his mom was so deadly…he was glad it was just his sister who was in charge of knocking him out today. He really wasn’t ready for another one of his mom’s brutal headscissors. Not yet, anyway…
Reply With Quote
  #4  
Old 18-Mar-23, 21:10
headscissorfiction headscissorfiction is offline
Member
Points: 12,031, Level: 47 Points: 12,031, Level: 47 Points: 12,031, Level: 47
Activity: 14.3% Activity: 14.3% Activity: 14.3%
Last Achievements
 
Join Date: Jan 2019
Posts: 163
Thanks: 217
Thanked 2,806 Times in 159 Posts
Default Part 3

Ryan continued to leave his room even though it hadn’t really gone well for him last time. Unfortunately for him, the ladies of the house had decided that if he was recovered enough to have people come visit him, then he was recovered enough for other things too.

Kaylee appeared in her workout gear, which wasn’t much. A sports bra and skintight shorts revealed the strong body she’d built with a lifetime of gymnastics training. She suddenly grabbed Ryan and pulled him off the couch.

“Hey!” he protested.

“You need to work out,” she said, twisting one arm behind his back and leading him away towards the home gym, “Doctor’s orders.”

Ryan still wasn’t recovered enough to really put up resistance. “That’s not what the doctor said.”

“Well, whatever,” said Kaylee, “It’s my orders. Mom and I are working out and you’re going to help.”

Ryan didn’t know what this meant, which made him nervous. He found out what it meant soon enough when he was led into the home gym and saw that his parents were already there. His dad looked as confused and nervous as he did. Kristin was in her usual workout gear.

Kristin, however, looked happy to see her kids. “Alright, now that you two are here, let’s get started.”

“Should we hit abs first?” asked Kaylee.

“Absolutely,” answered Kristin.

Kaylee pulled her brother down onto the mat. Kristin did the same thing with her husband. Kaylee guided her brother into a front headscissor. Kristin did the same with James. It turned out that ‘helping’ the ladies workout meant getting tightly headscissored while the women of the house did sit-ups.

“See how this is better?” asked Kristin as she effortlessly blasted out sit-ups, “They hold your lower body down. And scissoring them really helps keep your core nice and tight.”

“Totally,” said Kaylee, “This is the only way I’m doing sit-ups from now on.”

The men of the house struggled to stay breathing as the ladies worked their muscles hard. Each time they sat up, the men got to watch their abs flex. The thighs around their throats were tight, but not squeezing so hard that they were going to pass out. The ladies evidently wanted to keep them awake for this. Both men knew that the ladies could easily just turn it on and knock them both out in a matter of seconds. James ran a hand over his wife’s abs appreciatively. Her body really was a work of art. Ryan was tempted to do the same with his sister, but of course he couldn’t give her the satisfaction. He placed his hands on her bare thighs instead and just held on, hoping and praying that she wouldn’t get carried away and knock him out.

James was the first one to tap, which made both ladies laugh.

“Sorry, but there’s no tapping,” said Kristin, “You’re just here to help us workout. We’re going to finish these reps whether you’re awake or not.”

Kaylee flashed her brother a smile. “How you doing down there, Ryan? Feel like tapping too?”

“N-No…” lied Ryan.

Kaylee started flexing her thighs a little bit more every time she came up for a sit-up just to mess with him. She liked watching his face wince between her thighs.

After what must have been well over 100 sit-ups, the ladies took a break. They stretched out and sipped some water… all while keeping the boys firmly between their thighs where they belonged.

“So what’s next, Mom?” asked Kaylee.

“Post-workout massages?” asked James hopefully.

Kristin just laughed. “No. Not yet, honey. Don’t think so. Now it’s time for push-ups.”

The boys found out that they would once again ‘help’ with push-ups by being tightly headscissored the entire time. They had to lay on their stomachs, facing down. The ladies then wrapped their legs around their necks, straightened out, and started doing push-ups. Each time they came up, the male beneath them would get partially lifted up off the mat. Then when they went back down, his face was pressed into the mat.

“This is also way better,” said Kaylee, “I really know I’m getting a full range of motion when Ryan is forced to kiss the mat.”

“That’s right,” said Kristin, “Just make sure he’s kissing the mat every time and you’re set.”

“You heard Mom,” Kaylee said down to her brother, “Kiss the mat.”

Ryan’s face touched the mat when she went down, but he wasn’t exactly kissing it. To correct this behavior, Kaylee gave his neck a very forceful squeeze. Ryan got the message pretty quick and from then on he would actually kiss the mat with his lips every time he went down. If Kaylee didn’t hear a little kiss, she would squeeze him tight with those gymnast thighs and he would pucker up next time so that he could stay awake while his sister used him to workout her athletic body.

James was much more compliant. Kristin could of course do pushups with basically zero effort required, so she was just flying up and down and he was struggling to kiss the mat fast enough to keep up.

This time it was Ryan who tapped first, probably because his sister was squeezing him way harder than their mom was squeezing their dad. Ryan could barely see the mat he was so lightheaded.

“Oh come on, Ryan don’t be a bitch,” was all his sister said as she continued to do push-ups without easing up on him at all.

“P-Please…” Ryan managed to say in-between kissing the floor.

“Just a couple more…” said Kaylee.

Kaylee struggled through her last few pushups with her brother. Ryan had been too busy trying to stay awake between her thick thighs to count reps, but he was sure it had been at least 40. Kristin didn’t show any signs of showing down, but she stopped when her daughter did even though she clearly could have kept going. Evidently this wasn’t a workout solely dedicated to exercise…

The ladies lay on their backs so that the boys could face the ceiling and breathe a little bit. They were still being headscissored, but the ladies had eased up for the most part.

“Let’s do pull-ups now,” said Kristin, “How are you boys holding up?”

“I-I’m…f-fine….” said James, not sounding fine at all.

“P-Please let me go…” said Ryan.

Kaylee laughed at her brother. “I can’t let you go yet, silly. We’re not done. You’re a wrestling champion. Or at least you were, anyway. You can take it. Be a man.”

Pull-ups proved to be the most brutal exercise yet. When the boys realized what was going to happen to them, they both wished they could go back to sit-ups or pushups. These special pull-ups started off with the ladies standing below the bar with the males in standing headscissors. Ryan and James were on their knees, and had been instructed to stay like that and not stretch their legs out.

Ryan knew his sister was strong. One look at her amazing body would tell anyone that. He’d seen her do her routine at gymnastics meets for years. But he wasn’t sure she would really be able to do a pull-up with him between her legs. He wasn’t exactly a lightweight after all.

“C-Come on,” he pleaded, “You can’t do this.”

“You don’t think so?” asked his sister, “Let’s find out, shall we?”

Kaylee squeezed her brother’s neck tight between her thighs – much tighter than the previous exercises. Ryan wasn’t sure he’d even be able to stay awake for one rep even if she could do one. Every muscle in Kaylee’s body was taught and flexed. Ryan got to watch too since there was a mirror on the opposite wall. He could watch himself get choked out and his sister perform a rather impressive feat of strength. She pulled herself up, and to Ryan’s shock he felt himself began to leave the floor. Kaylee grunted with serious effort, and Ryan’s knees left the floor behind. He couldn’t believe it. His sister was really this strong? She was Kristin’s daughter after all. The pressure on his neck and his poor, recovering jaw was just too much. In order to keep him from slipping down to the mat, his sister was having to squeeze him so hard he felt like his jaw might be done for again. Or maybe his head would just pop right off. Kaylee wasn’t paying any attention to him, she was grunting with effort and totally focused on the physical task at hand. Ryan tapped out, slapping at her juicy thigh… but she didn’t ease up at all until he was back down on his knees on the mat. She had actually done it. Kaylee stopped squeezing as hard now. He wasn’t sure if this was intentional or not, but he eagerly breathed in air all the same. Then to his horror she actually squeezed him nice and tight again and started to go back up. There was no way she could actually do another, right? He wasn’t sure he could survive another… he started tapping out right away just from the sheer pain of the pressure… but was of course ignored. Kaylee wasn’t going to let his consciousness affect her workout. She was highly competitive and if she had another rep in her she was going to do it. And she did. Ryan was barely awake enough to experience it, but she did it. Two was all she had. After the second one she let Ryan back down and only squeezed him enough to keep him from trying to run away or something. She kept him in a standing scissor and hung casually onto the bar, stretching out her athletic body as she watched her mom.

Kristin, champion bodybuilder and world’s strongest woman, was absolutely crushing this exercise and her husband at the same time. Kaylee had just barely been able to do two reps. Kristin was on her tenth and showed no signs of stopping. Her husband looked just barely conscious between her legs as she went up and down, muscles pumping hard. Her arms and her back looked huge as she stretched out her long, powerful body and pulled herself up over and over again. James held onto her thighs.

“Only two?” asked Kristin, “Well, that’s pretty good for you. You have the heavier guy too. But next time I want to see at least three.”

“I probably could have done another if Ryan wasn’t being such a squirmy little bitch,” said Kaylee.

Kristin laughed. “Your father is being much better behaved.”

“I think that’s because he’s out,” said Kaylee, “At least I think he is?”

“Oh, he’s fine,” said Kristin. Then her husband’s hands slid off her thighs and hung limply from his sides, “Or not. You’re right. He’s out.”

Kristin did one last rep with her fully unconscious husband just dangling between her legs. Then she stopped and eased him down onto the mat.

“Should I knock you out just so it’s fair?” Kaylee asked her brother, squeezing him hard.

Ryan answered by frantically tapping out on her thigh.

Kaylee laughed. “Fine, fine.”

Ryan was allowed to stay awake. The final exercise would make him wish that he was asleep, however. It was the most painful so far, which was saying something consider what the males had been through already.

“I was thinking about getting one of those thigh adductor machines for the home gym here,” said Kristin, “Since I like the one at the gym so much… but I think the two of you will be a great substitute.”

The boys were trapped in bodyscissors. Kristin took her husband. Kaylee took her brother.

“So just try to flex completely, then let go,” said Kristin, “Then do it again. Let’s see how many of those you can do.”

“How many do you think I can do?” Kaylee asked her brother, looking down at him, “Or maybe I should ask how many do you think you can survive?”

Kaylee flexed the powerful muscles in those thick gymnast thighs completely. When she was at the peak, it was almost unbearable. He really felt like his ribs might break. It was too much. He tapped out right away, but as soon as he did she was already relaxing again… only to start up again for the next rep. All of the air had been knocked right out of his lungs. His mouth was open, and he felt like he should have been able to breathe, but he just couldn’t. Then Kaylee repeated the process. Ryan knew Kaylee’s legs were powerful. He knew she’d be able to do a lot of reps with his stomach as her personal thigh adductor… his only consolation was that he didn’t have it as bad as his dad did right now.

Kristin was just pumping the muscles in her legs relentlessly, quickly flexing completely and relaxing. Her husband’s body offered no resistance to her massive thighs. When she was fully flexed at the peak of the rep, it looked almost like they’d doubled in size. They looked bigger than his whole torso. James’s face was an interesting mix of pain, arousal, and sleepiness since he was barely even awake after just a few brutal reps.

After a couple minutes of being trapped like this, Kaylee did eventually start to slow down. Ryan was so glad when he noticed her flexing get a bit weaker since he wasn’t sure how much more his ribs would be able to take. Luckily for James, Kristin stopped when Kaylee did even though once again she clearly could have kept going for way longer.

“How was that?” asked Kristin.

“I’m definitely feeling it,” said Kaylee, stroking her thigh, “Do you like this or the machine more?”

Kristin smiled and put her hand on her husband’s chest. “Definitely this. I think these boys are going to be helping us with our workouts a lot from now on.”



--



After the workout, the ladies really started to run the household. They pretty much already had been, but now things were taking a turn. With Ryan still unable to put up a fight and James being James, the men of the house were basically turning into servants. The men had been put in charge of way more chores than was normal and were having to do all kinds of things for the ladies that they normally would never have to.

The problem wasn’t controlling the boys. The problem was that there was only two of them, and sometimes the ladies had conflicting opinions over how they should be used. One night, Kaylee and her mom had gotten into a little argument over how to best use the boys. Kaylee wanted them cleaning her room. She swore that she’d mentioned this earlier. Kristin didn’t remember this, and wanted James massaging her muscles while Ryan stayed in the kitchen. The argument wasn’t going anywhere. Nobody was backing down.

“Okay, how about this, honey,” said Kristin, “Let’s just wrestle for it. Whoever wins gets both of the boys for the rest of the night.”

Kaylee had a feeling that this is where this argument was headed. She’d seen what her mom had done to Ryan. But Kaylee was just too competitive to back down from a direct challenge like this. Plus, her mom had just worked out for like two hours. She was tired. She was vulnerable. That’s what Kaylee thought, anyway.

“Sure,” said Kaylee, “I think you’re going to realize that I’m just a little bit tougher than all of Ryan’s loser friends though.”

Kristin was already in her workout gear. Kaylee couldn’t be bothered to go change into something so she just stripped down to her bra and panties. Kaylee had confidence. Her mom had to give her that. But she needed to bring her daughter back down to reality.

Kristin totally overpowered her daughter on the basement mat. To Kaylee’s surprise, she didn’t seem to be tired from her brutal weightlifting session at all. She was definitely sweaty, but she was not out of energy.

Since Kaylee was even easier to manipulate than Ryan, and because she was lighter, Kristin decided to get a little creative with her holds. Sure, she could have just crushed her daughter between her massive thighs and ended things pretty quickly… but she wanted to really make sure that Kaylee understood who was still in charge of the house.

Kristin grabbed both of her daughter’s arms and pulled them behind her back. Then she placed her feet against the back of her daughter’s legs and shoved her daughter up into the air. It was a brutal surfboard hold. Kaylee really had not expected this to happen to her. She was trapped in the air with all her limbs bent back at a horrible angle. She couldn’t struggle. She couldn’t do anything. Her mom had totally immobilized and incapacitated her in less than a minute.

Kaylee let out an involuntary moan of pain. “M-Mom…w-what is this…”

“You didn’t think I was going to take it easy on you, did I?” asked Kristin, “You did see my match with your brother, right?”

Kaylee’s eyes went wide with fear. Yes, she had seen that match. Her mom wasn’t going to put her out of commission, was she? She thought they were kind of like allies ruling the house together.

Kristin could have kept her daughter in the air like that for as long as she wanted to, but after a minute or two she brought her back down. She could feel the relief in her daughter’s body. Kaylee started to struggle again, but her mom made sure that she wasn’t going anywhere. Kaylee was on top of her mom’s body, and soon her legs were entwined in a grapevine and she was stuck. She was laying on her back on top of her mom’s tall, muscular body. She was still stuck facing the ceiling. Her legs were being spread wide by her mother’s powerful thighs. Kaylee had always been proud of her own legs. They were thick and juicy and they got looks from men and women alike. But they could not resist her mother’s superior, much more muscular legs.

Kristin knew that her gymnast daughter was going to be much more flexible than her son, but she was still surprised at how much Kaylee could take. Kristin flexed her powerful legs and really took her daughter to the limit. She forced her daughter to hold the splits and beyond, but this just wasn’t going to get a tap out of her.

“You’re not going to tap to this, are you, honey?”

“O-Of course not…”

“I should have known better than to try this on you,” said Kristin, “I guess I’ll just have to do this instead…”

Kristin transitioned into a rear naked choke. She wrapped her daughter’s neck up in her toned arms. Her big bicep went to work, bulging into Kaylee’s throat. There was surprise and fear on Kaylee’s face. She’d seen her mom’s muscles work in the gym but feeling them work on her neck was something very different. Her legs were still spread wide, but this was the real issue now.

“M-Mom…”

“What, honey? Can’t you use your amazing flexibility to get out of this somehow?”

“M-Mom…c-come on…”

“Come on? Oh please honey, I’m not even trying yet…”

When Kristin actually started to try, Kaylee realized just how much stronger her mom really was. Muscle bulged around her throat from every angle. It was like a warm, smooth noose around her neck. Her mom’s body was so, so hard. She could feel it on her back. Her legs were still spread wide so she couldn’t do too much struggling. Her hands were free to grope at her mom’s forearm but that didn’t do anything. Tears were welling up in her eyes just from the sheer pressure. Saliva that she couldn’t swallow now was drooling out of the corner of her mouth. Was she really too proud to tap out to her 44 year old mother? No, she would have to give her the satisfaction of submitting. The chokehold was so brutally tight that Kaylee felt like if she even woke up at all she’d probably be stuck in bed just like her dumb brother.

Kaylee tapped on her mom’s arm. Her tapping became more and more frantic as her mom refused to stop. She just kept squeezing, taking her daughter to the brink of consciousness just to make a point… then she finally let go and rolled Kaylee off of her.

Kaylee coughed and put her hand on her throat. Her mom wasn’t going to let her go that easily. She pinned her daughter down onto her back and straddled her stomach.

“You didn’t really think you had a chance against me, did you?” asked Kristin with her hands resting on her head, “I mean, you saw what I did to your brother.”

Kaylee was still coughing. It felt like her throat had been crushed. “I-I thought you’d be tired…”

“Tired? Ahaha oh no honey, it takes way more than a little workout like that to make me tired. That’s why you thought you’d be able to beat me, huh?”

“M-Maybe…”

Kristin started to slide up her daughter’s body. “Well, you’re kind of right… I am a little tired. I mean, going straight from lifting to wrestling you…” Kristin slid all the way up until she was sitting down on her daughter’s face. “Maybe I should just take a little break right here…”

“M-MMPPHH!”

Kaylee had been enjoying her chance to breathe, and now if she wanted air it would have to come through her mother’s tiny little workout shorts. They were wet with sweat. It was the only thing she could smell. The harder she tried to breathe, the more sweat she inhaled. She tried to push her mom off of her face, but that was obviously impossible. Her mom was way too heavy to be shoved off like that. She tapped on her mom’s hip but was ignored. She had survived the brutal rear naked choke only to get knocked out like this? Her own mom was really just going to sit on her face until she passed out? She was going to get smothered to sleep?

Kristin was debating whether or not to knock her daughter out. She was enjoying her seat here. It felt very fitting to put her in her place like this. She doubted that her daughter would challenge her again. She could feel her daughter squirm and struggle. She was getting desperate. Hmm… she’d gotten the message. If it had been Ryan, she would have stayed right there until he stopped moving underneath her. But this was Kaylee. She was a fast learner.

Kristin slid back so that she was just straddling Kaylee’s throat. She kept her full weight off of her so that she could breathe. “I think that’s enough of a break for me. I thought we established this at our little tournament. Who’s the best wrestler in this house?”

“Y-You are, Mom…”

“That’s right. I was worried that you forgot or something,” said Kristin, “You don’t want to end up like your brother, do you?”

Kristin let more of her weight down onto her daughter’s neck.

“N-No…c-come on, M-Mom…”

Kristin laughed and eased up. “Ahaha I’m kidding. You’re way better behaved than your brother. We’re not going to have this problem again, are we?”

“N-No…”

“I thought so. Don’t worry honey, you can have the boys tomorrow while I’m doing that youtube thing at the gym. But tonight they’re both mine.”

“O-Okay…s-sorry…”

Kaylee really was sorry that she’d challenged her muscular mom like this. Kristin wasn’t sorry at all. She was glad that she’d had this opportunity to teach her daughter a quick lesson. Now everyone in the house had gotten an opportunity to experience the full power of her amazing body.



--



Kaylee’s hard loss to her mom had left her feeling like she needed a win and she was tired of messing with her brother. He was still so out of it that choking him out had kind of stopped being fun. She wanted more resistance. Luckily for her, there was another male in the house for her to play with. She also happened to have some unresolved issues with this other male that she wanted to clear up before she went back to college…

James was helping Kaylee pack up for school. He was focused on stacking some books when his daughter walked back into the room.

“Do you think I should bring this? Or is it too much?” she asked.

He looked up and saw that the item in question was a black bikini that Kaylee was now wearing. He was used to seeing his daughter’s body in that leotard for gymnastics, which gave everyone a pretty good idea of how amazing her body was… but this was different. The top showed off the maximum amount of cleavage possible while still looking like you could (probably) swim in it. The bottom covered pretty much none of Kaylee’s toned tummy. When she turned around so that he could get a look at the full thing, he saw that it also covered little of her big bubble butt.

“I, uh, I think…”

Kaylee didn’t let him respond because that wasn’t why she was wearing it anyway. She was just wearing it to melt his brain a little bit. Kaylee pushed her dad down onto his knees, casually walked over, and put him into a standing headscissor. He was stuck on his knees while she stood tall over him with her hands on her hips.

“There’s something we need to talk about before I leave, Dad.”

He tapped out. “C-Can we have this discussion wh-aa…ackgh…”

She flexed her thighs harder and shut him up with walls of juicy muscle. “I know I said ‘we’ need to talk, but right now I’m going to be the one talking. Anyway, as I was saying earlier I’m going to be super busy this semester. I’m taking more classes on top of all the gymnastics training and workouts. So I know you said that you wanted me to get some part time job this semester, buuut… you see how that’s not really going to work, right?”

James tried to answer but just kind of gurgled instead.

“Exactly. So I think the best solution is for you to just increase my allowance.”

She relaxed her thighs enough for her father to be allowed to speak.

“H-Honey, we talked about this already…”

Kaylee flexed her thighs tightly around his neck again. “I know we talked about this already. And now we’re talking about it again. Keep up, daddy.”

She squeezed him so hard that he was sure he was going to pass out there on his knees, but she let go and shoved him down onto the carpet before he could take a nap. Kaylee rolled her dad onto his back and grapevined him with her powerful, flexible, and athletic body.

“I’m way too busy working on this body and doing gymnastics to get some job at the school library or whatever,” she said, “You get that, right?”

James was feeling her body stretch him out, and it was clear that she really did need a lot of gym time… had Kaylee just learned from her mom that apparently he could be physically forced into doing whatever she wanted?

James tapped on her hip, but his daughter didn’t stop. She just kept spreading his legs wider and wider…

“K-Kaylee, s-seriously, I-I don’t think…”

“Dad, come on, you’re a doctor,” she said, smiling down at him, “It’s not like you don’t have the money.”

He knew she was right about that of course. Her powerful gymnast thighs were dismantling whatever plans he had about teaching her all about having a job and working hard and blah blah… he was in too much pain getting stretched out right now to care about that stuff anymore.

“O-Okay,” he conceded, putting his hands gently on his daughter’s hips, “W-What do you need?”

Kaylee had expected a little more resistance than this. Clearly he’d learned his place recently after their tournament. “Well… first of all I’m going out tonight with a few friends. So what if we just start with whatever you have in your wallet right now.”

James wasn’t even that surprised that he was basically being mugged by his daughter right now. Before the tournament he would have been surprised. But now it just sort of felt like the right thing to do so that she’d stop forcing him to do the splits. He took all the cash he had out of his wallet. It was a few hundred dollars. Kaylee knew he was the type of dad who would carry around 100s for some reason.

“You can just put them in my bikini.”

James slipped the bills into the waistband of her bikini bottom at the hip. It felt like he was being bullied by a very pricey stripper…

“Thanks, Dad.”

His real thank you was that she stopped grapevining him before his legs got dislocated and pulled right out of their sockets. Her legs were even stronger than he had thought… his own daughter could easily manhandle and control him.

“That’s a good start… but what about a little bonus up front? You know, before we decide on what exactly my new monthly allowance will be while I’m at school…”

James was laying on his back trying to recover from the last hold when his daughter put him in another. She slid a leg under his back and clamped another down on top of him and locked him into a bodyscissor. He knew he would have to pay up when she started to squeeze and he realized that her thighs could probably snap a rib…

“Doesn’t that seem like a good idea, Dad?” she asked, running a hand up and down her smooth thigh.

“Y-Yes, honey…”

“I know. So just send me… like two thousand dollars on zelle and then we’ll see if I feel like not squeezing you anymore.”

James really would have liked more of a guarantee than that, but when he was between her thighs like this he was not in a position to bargain or make demands of any kind. The thighs were in charge here. He took out his phone and, wincing with pain, sent her the money. She took his phone out of his hand and checked that he had done as instructed.

“Thanks, daddy.”

But she kept squeezing his torso as hard as she could.

“H-Honey…p-please…”

“Will you finish packing up the rest of my stuff in here while I go out tonight?”

“Y-Yes…”

“Aaand can I take your credit card with me to school this semester?”

“W-What…?”

Not the answer Kaylee wanted. In a swift, graceful couple of movements she transitioned from a bodyscissor to a reverse headscissor. She did it so fast he didn’t even have time to react. One moment his ribs were being crushed, and now her ass was in his face and her hamstrings were crushing his neck. He’d seen her juicy thighs and ass bring down Ryan. He knew he had no chance. If he wanted to stay awake, he would have to do as she said. He took out his credit card and slipped it into the bikini next to the bills.

Kaylee laughed. Was it really this easy? “Thanks, Daddy. If I’m not here when you wake up… thanks for everything!”

“W-Wha-mmpphh….”

She transitioned into a figure four and put her obedient father to sleep deep in her fat ass. His subservience had helped him avoid some pain earlier, but it wasn’t going to save him from getting knocked out by his daughter right now.
Reply With Quote
  #5  
Old 19-Mar-23, 08:54
babbocalimero babbocalimero is offline
Member
Points: 4,333, Level: 27 Points: 4,333, Level: 27 Points: 4,333, Level: 27
Activity: 2.4% Activity: 2.4% Activity: 2.4%
Last Achievements
 
Join Date: Nov 2018
Posts: 53
Thanks: 4,224
Thanked 141 Times in 42 Posts
Default Re: Mom's House

Beautiful story. I loved the characters of Kristin and Kaylee!
Reply With Quote
The Following User Says Thank You to babbocalimero For This Useful Post:
  #6  
Old 23-Mar-23, 18:02
headscissorfiction headscissorfiction is offline
Member
Points: 12,031, Level: 47 Points: 12,031, Level: 47 Points: 12,031, Level: 47
Activity: 14.3% Activity: 14.3% Activity: 14.3%
Last Achievements
 
Join Date: Jan 2019
Posts: 163
Thanks: 217
Thanked 2,806 Times in 159 Posts
Default Part 5

Three months later, Ryan and his mom were the only ones left in the house. Kaylee had left for school, and James was helping her get moved in. Ryan was finally recovered. He’d been back to training and workout out for a couple weeks now. He felt good. Good enough to finally set something straight.

“I want a rematch,” he told his mom.

She smiled. She had been waiting for this. “Of course you do. But why don’t we do things a little differently this time. No rounds. No limits. The loser is whoever admits that they can’t take any more wrestling tonight.”

“Fine,” said Ryan, who didn’t care about the rules or whatever as long as he could take down his now very overconfident mom. He needed some serious revenge not just for their first match, but for how he’d been treated the last three months.

They went down to the basement. Ryan was shirtless and wearing gym shorts. His mom was once again wearing nothing but a black thong that, from certain angles, wasn’t even visible thanks to all her muscle. He tried not to be intimidated by her powerful physique. She was just like any other opponent. Strength wasn’t everything. He tried to tell himself that, anyway, while he stared at her 8 pack abs…

“What are you waiting for?” she asked, “You’re not scared of wrestling your mother again, are you?”

Ryan quickly lunged at her to prove that he wasn’t scared, even though he maybe kind of was. But his fears went away when he actually got a good hold on her. He captured one of her muscular legs with his arms and the other with his legs. He was behind her, and now there was nothing she could do but sit there and be trapped in his spladle.

“Had enough?” he asked her. He knew it was a painful hold and that he was really stretching her legs out hard.

“Enough? Already? Oh please, we’re just getting started, honey…”

Her legs proved too powerful to pin down. She forced her legs back together even though he was trying his absolute hardest to keep them spread apart. Once again he felt like he was trying to wrangle a tiger… she refused to be trapped and now she was loose again.

“You’re going to need something way better than that, honey,” she said.

“What about this then?”

He was still behind her. He still had good position. Ryan knew that this was his only advantage – his technical skill. He would never be able to compete with his mom’s body. Before she could escape entirely, he managed to get her into a rear naked choke. He’d wanted a submission, since that was what the match was about, but this would have to do… maybe he could force her to tap by knocking her out over and over again. She would deserve it for how many times she and his sister had put him to sleep when he couldn’t really fight back.

He pulled her on top of him. He felt her muscular back against his front. Every part of her was just so powerful… he felt the muscles flex and move on top of him as she struggled to escape from his hold.

“Come on, Mom,” he said, “Tell me who the real best wrestler of the family is or else I’m putting you to sleep.”

He knew it would be so satisfying to finally knock his mom out after all she’d put him through. He was flexing every muscle in his body and squeezing her as hard as he could. His feet were pressing into her thighs. He tried to spread her legs a bit and keep her lower body under control so she couldn’t struggle around as much. She wasn’t talking anymore, she was totally focused on getting out. That was a good sign. It was very satisfying to have control of her body like this and be the one in charge for once. He felt so dominant now that he could stop her breathing with his bicep. Her muscular body was pressed tightly up against him. Her big, hard, muscular ass was against his crotch. Her increasingly desperate struggles meant that she was grinding against him. He really was trying his hardest to win, but it was too much, and he was starting to get really aroused as well… some primal male instinct was kicking in, and he just couldn’t stop himself from grinding back a little bit. He pushed his erection between her cheeks, grinding up and down with small little motions that were all he could manage because she was so tight up against him.

She noticed her son’s hardness pushing into her. She was working on it. She was trying not to panic as breathing became more and more difficult. Her son had been put in his place once, and she would just have to do it again. If he hadn’t learned his lesson the first time, then this time she would have to really make sure he got the idea that she was the one in charge.

Kristin’s legs were mostly free to push on the mat, kick around… but her son was still clinging tight to her throat. She wasn’t going to let herself be humiliated like this. Her son was not going to choke her out while grinding on her ass. Not happening. With a grunt of effort, she managed to slip a hand underneath his arm by prying at his forearm. Now it was Ryan who was panicking. The hold was slipping and he knew if the tiger got out it would tear him to shreds…

“I-I think you missed your chance, honey,” said Kristin.

She pried more and more at his arms, her arms flexing like crazy. He tried to get the hold back… but it was too late. She was free. His 44 year old mom was just too strong to be held down even in a textbook chokehold that had been technically perfect.

“So close,” she said, “But now I think it’s my turn…”

Kristin snapped her legs shut around her son’s torso with a ‘smack’ sound. His side was pressed up against her crotch. She wanted him tight up against her so that there was no chance of him getting away. He grabbed at her legs. She crossed her ankles.

Had he missed his one chance? His moms legs felt so strong under his hands, so ready to go… when she started to squeeze him he knew it was over. Her massive quads swelled around him. It was like he’d been wrapped up in the coils of some huge anaconda and it was crushing its little prey. Her thighs felt like hard, unmovable pillars of solid muscle – which they were. He tried to flex his abs and resist… that lasted a couple of seconds before his whole torso just totally caved to the demands of her thighs. He glanced at her and she was smiling. She was enjoying putting him back in his place. He’d never felt weaker, never felt like more of a bitch… his 44 year old mom was literally crushing him with her quads.

“Had enough yet, honey?” she asked, “Do you want to go back to wrestling other weak little boys like yourself?”

He really did…he squirmed between her thighs but he wasn’t getting out. All he could do was watch as her thighs got bigger and bigger. He felt like he was inside one of those cuffs they use to check blood pressure.

Kristin let out a little grunt of effort as she squeezed him even tighter. She put a hand on the mat so that she could lift him up slightly. Her bottom leg was almost fully off the floor. Her son was trying to breathe but she wasn’t allowing it. There was a snapping sound, and Ryan opened his mouth to cry out in pain but didn’t have enough air to make a sound. Kristin was enjoying the pure domination so much that she didn’t stop flexing her thighs into her son’s body until she heard a second snap.

Ryan nearly passed out from the pain even though he’d managed to stay awake through the air loss. Had his mom really just broken his ribs with her thighs? He couldn’t believe it.

She set him back down on the mat and let go of him. He just lay there. She’d definitely broken something in there but she was too high on her own power to care. He could see that she had that same look in her eye from last time…

Kristin straddled her son’s throat so that she could pin him down and look at him. She smiled down at him and flexed both her biceps quickly before putting her hands behind her head.

“You’re done, honey,” she said, “Submit to me.”

Ryan was still in serious pain, but somehow it had only made him more stubborn. “N-No…”

“I said submit to me.”

She thrust her hips forward, pushing her crotch into his chin. She spread her thighs wide so that she could sink down onto his neck, resting her full weight on him. He grabbed at her legs. She let him because she knew he was too weak to really do anything about his current position. She was in charge.

“N…N-No…”

“No? What are you going to do?” she asked, pushing her hips forward a bit more so that his head was forced to tip back even further. “Are you going to get out? Get out then. Let’s see it.”

Ryan made a rather pathetic attempt to get out that was basically just squirming around.

“Exactly. You’re not going anywhere, honey. So tell me that you submit to me.”

He made a gurgling sound under her crotch, and she lifted some of her weight off of him so that he could speak.

“N-No…”

She sat back down and regretted letting him speak. “Fine. If you’re not going to submit to your mother, then I’m just going to put you to sleep. We’ll see if you change your mind when you wake up. How does that sound? Don’t give me that look. You had your chance to surrender. You want to keep going. So we’ll keep going.”

Kristin sighed with satisfaction as she leaned down onto her side, stretched out her massive legs, and put her son into a headscissor so tight that his face was changing color in a couple seconds. He realized that having her sit on his neck had been a merciful interlude between the bodyscissor and now this headscissor. He could see that she was flexing more than just her thighs. She was putting her whole body into this. Her rippling rows of abs were getting tight and taught in front of him. She really was just unbelievably muscular, he’d never seen any other woman who could compete with her body… he looked up past her perfectly defined abs, past her breasts and her pecs to her face. She looked very serious, which scared him. He tapped on her hip.

“The last time I was nice enough to let you breathe all you did was tell me you weren’t submitting,” she said, “So what’s the point of letting you have air, exactly?”

Hard, smooth, warm muscle was totally wrapping up his neck and his jaw. The pressure on his newly healed jaw was intense… was she really just going to do this again? Send him right back to the hospital? Had she really broken his ribs? He couldn’t think straight. If she’d broken his ribs, then his neck really shouldn’t be between these massive legs… what if she got carried away again and broke his jaw? Or worse? What if she just snapped his neck? His neck was nothing compared to her thighs. Her legs were touching all around his puny neck.

Ryan tapped for his life, slapping at her thigh, begging for mercy.

“What’s the matter, honey? What happened to my champion wrestler? You’re not seriously going to lose to your 44 year old mother again, are you?”

He kept tapping.

“Hmm? Can’t breathe?”

More tapping. Breathing wasn’t even his biggest concern. He didn’t want his mom’s Amazonian thighs to break his jaw or snap his neck.

Kristin ran a hand over her breast, then down her abs to his face. She pinched his nose tightly shut for a moment just because she could. Then she let him go before he passed out or worse. She pushed his head out from between her thighs with her foot. He lay there on his back, totally out of it, chest heaving.

She straddled his stomach and asked him again even though she was pretty sure what the answer would be. “Are you ready to submit to your mother?”

“N-No…”

“I’m starting to think you’re enjoying yourself down there, honey,” she said, “Either that or you really just do not know when to call it quits.”

She spread her tall, toned body out on his so that she could secure a grapevine. She felt his hardness pressing up into her body, which made her think that he really might be having too much fun in this match. Males were interesting like that – you could punish them as hard as you want, and they would still find a way to be turned on. She could feel that her son was very turned on by her powerful body. His manhood was obviously desperate for her even if his body was in pain.

“Spread those legs for me, honey. There you go. Remember this?”

There was nothing he could do as his mom used her massive thighs to tear him in half.

“Legs wide for Mom. Good boy. How does that feel? Is that a nice stretch?”

He groaned in pain.

“It’s just going to get worse if you don’t surrender to me right now, honey.”

“I-I… n-no, no…”

He was stretched to the limit. She’d actually stretched him past the splits. She was sure she was going to break something else, but she didn’t care. He had made his choice to defy her and he was a big boy who could live with his own decisions.

“If you’re not going to tell me what I want to hear, I’m just going to have to pound you into submission,” she said, thrusting her hips down into him with a loud ‘smack’ sound. Her full weight had slammed down into his crotch and his stomach.

The only sound he made was a moan of pain.

“Fine. If you’re going to be stubborn…”

Kristin began to thrust down into her son over and over again. She got a good rhythm going, slamming her hips down into him, grinding a little, lifting her hips back up, and then slamming them down again. Each hit was so hard and forceful… Ryan felt like he was getting sucker punched over and over again. It was knocking the wind out of him. He could hardly breathe. His legs were being pulled apart and now his mom was humping him into the floor so hard he thought she was going to break his pelvis. She kept pounding him and pounding him… after more than a solid minute of being thrusted, Ryan finally caved. He just couldn’t take any more.

“I-I submit! I submit, Mom, please, stop! Y-You’re the best wrestler in the family! I surrender…”

She stopped pounding him with her hips. She held the grapevine tight for another few seconds so that he could get another taste of her power, then she slid up his body and straddled his chest.

“You really thought you had a chance this time, didn’t you? But now you know better.”

“Y-Yes…”

She flexed her bicep and brought it down in front of his face. “Feel my arm, honey.”

He gently placed his hand on her bicep.

“You never had a chance against this.”

He knew she was right. She picked up his hand and placed it on her 8 pack abs, which she then flexed tight for him.

“I don’t care if you become a champion in college. I don’t care if you go to the Olympics. I’m the strongest person in this family. Understand, honey?”

He nodded. Now he really understood.

Added after 7 minutes:

Ryan had just been seriously humbled by his 44 year old mom. She had dominated him so thoroughly that there was no way for his ego to do some kind of mental gymnastics and make him feel like he hadn’t really lost somehow. No. She had established her authority.

She was still holding his hand against her abs so that he could get a good feeling of how superior her body was to his. As if it wasn’t obvious enough. She was much more muscular. All he could do as she straddled his chest was look up at his mom and appreciate her power, her physique…

“Who’s the best wrestler in this house?” she asked him, “I think we both know the answer at this point, but I just want to hear you say it again.”

“You’re the best wrestler, Mom.”

She guided his hand up and down her abs so that he could really get a complete picture of just how perfect and defined her 8 pack was. There was a reason she was the champion. But he was still competitive. He was her son after all. Even though somehow having her sit on top of him like this felt so right… he couldn’t leave things like this. It just wasn’t in his nature.

“I want a rematch,” he said.

His mom couldn’t help but laugh. “Really, honey? You want a rematch?” She reached behind her and poked his ribs gently. “I’m pretty sure I broke these. You don’t need a rematch. You need another trip to the hospital. If we had a rematch right now…”

He winced in pain when she prodded his broken ribcage. “N-No. Not right now. I submit, really. But I want a rematch when I’m back home for spring break.”

“Spring break, huh? You want to spend your spring break wrestling your mom instead of out at a beach somewhere?”

“Of course.”

Kristin laughed. “I think that sounds like a great idea. I’m already looking forward to kicking your ass again, honey. That’s… nine months from now. That should give you plenty of time to try and get better. And I’m not talking about your ribs. I’m talking about… everything. I hope you realize that you really need to step it up if you’re ever going to beat me. I mean just look at me.”

Kristin lifted up both of her arm and flexed her biceps for her son. He looked like he was in awe. He put both of his hands on her abs, then moved them to her hips.

“Y-Yeah… but I’ll be on the college team now. This is a different level from high school practice.”

“Whatever you say, honey,” she said, giving him a kiss on the forehead then finally standing up and getting off of him, “Now go get in the car. I’m going to put some clothes on then drive you to the hospital. Oh, don’t make that face. You’re fine.”



--



Ryan went off to school, leaving Kristin alone at home with her husband. Since he really wasn’t any competition for her, this left her with a serious craving for an opponent. She wished her son was still here to squeeze. She could train every muscle in her body to the limit but she needed a partner to roll with. Kristin was not going to let her son come back home and somehow beat her. She would remain on top.

Finding a new boy to be her opponent didn’t turn out to be very hard. Generally speaking, it wasn’t difficult for Kristin to get people to do what she wanted them to. That’s just kind of how things are when you look like Kristin.

At the gym the next day, Kristin convinced Sam to come back to her house with her and wrestle. Sam was a bodybuilder like she was, and she had seen him around the gym a lot. They’d spoken a few times, but didn’t really know each other. He certainly didn’t know anything about Kristin’s recent discovery that she loved wrestling and she loved domination. That was something he would find out soon enough, however. It was easy to talk Sam into coming over. She complimented his body. She touched his arm. She told him in a very flirty sort of way that he looked like he’d be a fun opponent. How could he turn her down? All he could think about as he finished his workout and drove back to her place was how he wanted to put his hands all over her amazing, award-winning body… naturally he assumed he’d be winning. He’d probably have to go kind of easy on her so that she could practice her moves or whatever. He thought this was going to be all fun and games, and maybe lead to something more…

When he arrived, she led him down into the basement. She was still wearing her workout gear, which was more than fine with him.

“You’re not really going to keep all those clothes on, are you?” she asked him.

“Not if you don’t want me to,” said Sam.

He stripped down to a pair of white briefs that clung tightly to his body. Kristin knew he was also a bodybuilder so he wasn’t exactly going to be shy about showing off his body. He was certainly muscular… maybe not quite as muscular as she was, but still, she’d heard he did well in competition. And she could see why. She’d definitely give him a very good score if she was a judge…

“So, have you wrestled much?” she asked.

“Not really,” he said.

“Me neither,” she answered somewhat truthfully, “It’s just something I’ve been getting more into recently.”

When they started and she got a hold of him, he started to wonder if that was really true. It felt like she knew what she was doing with his body. She was good at manipulating him. She was also way stronger than he thought she would be. He knew she was a champion… but he was a man. How was she overpowering him like this? Her muscles were like steel and he felt like there was just nothing he could do to stop her from getting what she wanted.

What she wanted was a camel clutch. She was used to fighting her son, who would at least put up more of a fight than this… Sam had a lot of muscle but no clue how to use it. She had him face-down on the mat in no time. Just to rub it in a little, she put a hand against the back of his head and smooshed his face down into the mat.

“Come on Sam, you’re not going to let me do this, are you?” she asked.

He couldn’t talk since his lips were pressed against the mat, but he did start to struggle more. It was way too late for that though. His fate was already sealed in this hold, even if he didn’t realize it yet.

Kristin grabbed his muscular arms and secured them behind her legs. His arms were huge, but they were useless and trapped now. There was something very hot to Kristin about dominating someone who was nearly as muscular as she was. It wasn’t like dominating her son. Sam was older too. He looked like he was in his 20s. But right now his youth and his being male really wasn’t helping.

“Let’s get you up here…”

Kristin reached down and cupped her hands underneath his chin. He didn’t know enough about wrestling to realize how much trouble he was in. She would make sure he realized pretty soon. But she took her time. She pulled him up off the mat inch by inch, slowly…he renewed his struggling once the pressure on his back really started to hurt.

Kristin watched the muscle in his back bend to her will. She just kept pulling him back further and further. He was surprised both at how strong she was and at how far he could even be bent back. He groaned in pain. Then there was a loud series of pops as his back cracked from the very base of his spine all the way up to his neck. It was the hardest, loudest forced visit to the chiropractor ever.

“I bet that felt good, didn’t it?” asked Kristin, “Don’t worry. It gets much worse from here.”

Kristin began to really lean back and put serious effort and strength into bending him in half. He groaned again as this muscular amazon slowly folded him back. Her arms were flexed completely as they worked hard at their job. He couldn’t see them though since he was stuck looking up at the ceiling.

“Come on, honey,” she said, “It’s time to submit. No need to be the hero.”

“A-Ah…”

“Submit to me. Let’s hear it.”

“O-Okay, okay, I submit.”

“That’s all I needed to hear, honey…”

A part of her wanted to ignore his submission and really see how far she could yank his body back… could she break his spine in this position? She wasn’t sure. There was only one way to find out… but she let him back down. She didn’t let him go, but she let his head back down. She patted his chest with one hand in a comforting and reassuring sort of way, as if she was checking to make sure he was still alive.

“Have you ever been choked out, Sam?” she asked as she slipped her arms around his neck and put him into a tight chokehold.

There was fear in his voice. “N-No…c-come on, I said I subm-iiaagghhcckk…!”

Kristin was already getting too carried away. She didn’t care if he had surrendered. She felt like giving this young man his first ever knockout. She was going to take his KO virginity, so to speak.

“I know you submitted,” she said, “This is just your punishment for losing. If you don’t like it, then you’ll just have to get out. I know you can try harder than this. Put that muscle to work."

Sam realized that he was going to sleep unless he got out. She could tell that he was panicking based on how hard he was struggling now. She kept her seat on his back and rode out the struggles as he squirmed around on the mat underneath her. He was proving to be a very fun practice partner.

She stroked his hair with her free hand. “I think we both know you’re not getting out, Sam. Just lay there like a good boy and let me practice my chokeholds. That’s what you’re here for – to help me practice. Just relax and let me put you to sleep.”

Sam couldn’t relax when there was a massive bicep crushing his throat. There were tears in his eyes. This was not how he had imagined this all going down. He had imagined himself pinning her down, straddling her, flexing, showing off… now he was being brutally knocked out by the strongest pair of arms he’d ever felt and there was literally nothing he could do about it. He thought he would have to go easy on her. Now he was giving it everything he had and it was getting him nowhere. He was going out. It was over. Everything was fading. He couldn’t breathe. He opened his mouth to beg like a little bitch but couldn’t even say anything.

Sam woke up a little disorientated. It took him a moment to remember that he was in Kristin’s basement. He’d been put deep to sleep.

“How did that feel, huh? You said you’d never been choked out before,” said Kristin.

“I, uh…”

“Ready for round two?”

Sam nodded even though he wasn’t sure why. He couldn’t resist another chance at her. He needed another chance. Maybe it was his male ego. Maybe it was something else in the back of his mind that knew Kristin belonged on top of him.

Kristin overpowered him again even though it seemed like he’d gotten a second wind and a new determination. Her powerful muscles ignored his new determination and manhandled him once more. She took his back and put him into a full nelson. She locked her hands together and stretched out on her back, taking him on top of her. He felt so humiliated stuck on top like this with his arms uselessly stuck above his head. He tried to free them but they were locked up with her muscle.

“You weren’t kidding when you said you hadn’t wrestled much,” said Kristin as she pushed down against his neck, keeping him under control, “I thought with all this strong muscle you have that you’d do a little better than this…”

“The problem is you have muscle too…”

Kristin laughed at his honesty. “That’s true. And I have more, Sam. Are you enjoying your first real wrestling match? Something tells me that you are…”

She prodded his package with her toe. There was a sizable bulge in his white briefs that told her everything she needed to know about how he was feeling. He was being dominated and on some level he liked it. Were all boys the same? As she began to stroke the outline of his cock through his briefs, his struggling got weaker and weaker… it was just too easy to distract and hypnotize boys like this.

“Do you want me to keep going?” she whispered into his ear.

“Y-Yes…”

Kristin smiled. “Good. I’ll show you the next hold then.”

This was not what Sam had hoped for when she said ‘keep going’. Kristin clamped her massive, muscular, bulging thighs around his torso. She let go of the full nelson. She didn’t need it. Her thighs were all she needed to keep him in place. They were more than enough. He was a bodybuilder and his own legs were impressive, but he had to admit that Kristin’s were just in another league…

Kristin pulled him in nice and tight against her crotch and stretched out with a sigh. A perfect bodyscissor. It felt so good to have a man under her control again, and all she had to do to make him beg was a little squeeze…this huge man was all hers.

“What do you think about these legs?” she asked him, stoking her thigh with one hand.

“T-They’re…huge…”

“That’s right. They are. I’m so glad you’ve noticed,” she said, “This is called a bodyscissor, by the way. It’s one of my favorites.”

She wasn’t squeezing very hard yet. She was just toying with him. She reached down and grabbed one of his thighs.

“Your legs aren’t bad. Obviously they’re not on my level. That goes without saying. I’m sure you do alright in competition…” she ran her hand up his leg, briefly brushing up against his bulge, “I think I like your upper body more.”

She felt his upper body. She gave his different muscles a squeeze with her fingers while she kept him trapped with her thighs. She enjoyed getting to feel whatever she wanted while he lay there, stuck between her anacondas.

“T-Thanks…”

“You’re welcome. But you’re not going to be thanking me here in a moment, honey.”

Kristin continued to feel up his body. She gave his bicep an appreciate squeeze. All that muscle, but he couldn’t pry apart her legs. He was trying. She watched his arms flex and strain as he tried to free himself… but he wasn’t going anywhere. It didn’t matter how big he was now. He was just her boytoy. Just like Ryan.

Slowly, she began to really squeeze him. He watched with growing fear in his eyes as her legs just got bigger and bigger… muscle swelled… her quads bulged into him. It was like he was being crushed by a rolling pin. He had a strong core and powerful abs but they caved right away once her impossibly thick thighs went to work on him. His big torso was being crushed. It was being totally compacted by her legs as she squeezed him tighter and tighter…

He tapped out on her thigh. He began to panic when she just ignored him. Of course, she had ignored him last time too and choked him out… but this was worse. This was more painful. Her legs were so much stronger than her arms. The pressure on his body was intense.

“I-I submit…I… submit…” he begged with the air that hadn’t been squeezed out of him yet.

She ignored him.

“K-Kristin…s-seriously…” his voice was getting fainter and weaker, “…I submit…p-please…y-you’re hurting me…”

He begged until he ran out of air. And once his lungs were empty, Kristin’s thighs were able to squeeze him even harder, flatten him even more…he kept tapping, hoping for mercy, hoping for an end to the pain.

She was getting way too carried away. She put both of her hands behind her head and flexed all of her muscles. It was an incredible display. Her flawless abs tensed and her lats flared. She let out a little grunt of effort and then they both heard the first snap. Sam silently cried out in pain. His mouth was open but he couldn’t make a sound. She had… snapped his rib? And she’d done it like it was nothing. He tapped and tapped because there was nothing else he could do. He was her bitch now. He was completely at the mercy of this woman who was way too high off her power. Muscle swelled even more. Her quads were so vascular… than the second snap came. He couldn’t believe it. She was still going. She wouldn’t stop.

“Oh there we go,” she said breathily, “Look at my legs, honey. Look at that power.”

He stared on in admiration and horror as her legs continued to crush and destroy him. A third snap. He squirmed in the grip of her legs. He’d never felt pain like this. How strong was she really? It felt like his whole torso was totally flat now. Would she stop at ribs? Were her thighs strong enough to snap his spine completely in two? They felt strong enough to bend steel. Kristin flexed every muscle in her body, grunting a bit with the effort again, hands behind her head… and then there was a fourth snap, and his body visibly bent in slightly.

Kristin let out a long, satisfied sigh. She’d gotten carried away again with her own power. Very carried away. She stopped squeezing and pushed Sam out from between her thighs with her foot. She had gone and found the biggest, strongest wrestling partner she possibly could… and she’d still broken him. She’d still dominated him and left him unconscious on the mat. Sam would be okay. He was breathing. He’d be fine in like six weeks. The real problem her was how she was going to practice before her son returned…

Last edited by headscissorfiction; 23-Mar-23 at 18:02.
Reply With Quote
The Following 19 Users Say Thank You to headscissorfiction For This Useful Post:
  #7  
Old 25-Mar-23, 16:27
headscissorfiction headscissorfiction is offline
Member
Points: 12,031, Level: 47 Points: 12,031, Level: 47 Points: 12,031, Level: 47
Activity: 14.3% Activity: 14.3% Activity: 14.3%
Last Achievements
 
Join Date: Jan 2019
Posts: 163
Thanks: 217
Thanked 2,806 Times in 159 Posts
Default Part 6

Practicing with Sam wasn’t going to be an option for a while. She wouldn’t be seeing him at the gym for a while either. She considered finding another bodybuilder boy to play with at the gym since it had just been so fun breaking him. But he just hadn’t been enough of a challenge. So she had another idea.

Kristin invited two of her son’s former high school wrestling teammates over to the house. Jayden and Liam. She remembered from going to Ryan’s meets that they tended to do well. She also remembered from when they had come to visit Ryan that they were both in very good shape. That last visit was a big part of the reason they agreed to come over. Yes, they’d both been badly beaten. But they just couldn’t resist another chance to see their friend’s Amazonian mother and find out what exactly it was she wanted from them.

Once they were both over and she’d offered them drinks like the good host/seductress that she was, she hit them with her real offer.

“So my son and I are planning on having a little rematch,” she said, “Just for fun, you know. We’re just such a competitive family like that. And I was hoping that you two could help me train. I really don’t know that much about wrestling still. I’m sure you boys could show me a few things.”

Jayden and Liam both agreed that this was a good idea. The fact that Kristin was currently wearing a crop top that showed off her perfect abs and yoga pants that were stretched to the limit might have affected their decision making powers.

The three of them went down to the mats in the basement. The boys were just wearing compression shorts. Kristin was wearing a bra and some panties. They were small and black. The boys were once again in awe of her physique. How could they not be? Nearly everything was on display for them now. It had been all too easy to lure them in.

“I thought we could make things a little interesting,” she said, “And have both of you wrestle me at the same time. Two on one.”

Jayden laughed. “Uh, I don’t think that would really work…”

Liam had a similar reaction. “You’re trying to practice, right? I mean…”

Kristin put her hands on her hips and just gave the boys a look. “You do remember what happened when you came to visit my son, right? You weren’t exactly a match for me one on one. No offense, but I think it’s going to take both of you to give me a challenge.”

This had been Kristin’s plan to get some real practice in all along. She had known it might take some convincing. The boys realized she was right of course. They hadn’t been a match for her. It was kind of embarrassing, but they agreed to do it. Two on one. They both thought that they’d just beat her like this, and then maybe they could go back to a little bit of one on one and see what happened. Either way, they were going to get to feel those amazing, powerful muscles again…

“Come on, you’re not scared, are you?” she asked since they both seemed hesitant to attack, “Do you have PTSD from last time or something?”

She successfully taunted them into actually grabbing onto her, and they started to grapple. There were two of them. Twice as many hands on her muscular body, trying to wrestle her down. But unfortunately for the two of them, she was still just way stronger than them.

She got one muscular arm around Liam’s neck. She secured him in a tight headlock. His face was pushed up against her breast. He felt her boob as well as her powerful pec muscles. She squeezed his neck hard right away to get him under control.

“That takes care of you…” she said.

Jayden was still free. He tried to save his friend who had been caught in this amazon’s noose of muscle. But he couldn’t even save himself. In an awkward attempt to get on top of her, he ended up with Kristin’s legs wrapped around his neck. She snapped up his throat with her thighs and put him into the tightest headscissor of his young life. He could instantly tell that these thighs could easily end his young life if they wanted to.

“Is this really the best you boys can do?” asked Kristin with a laugh now that she had both of them under her control, “I expected better. I mean, there are two of you. And you’re real wrestlers. That hasn’t helped my son, but still.”

Jayden and Liam were embarrassed and glad that there was nobody there to see what had just happened to them. They’d really been manhandled and outwrestled pretty fast. One was now trapped in her arms and the other was trapped in her legs. They struggled. They kicked and pushed against the mat. They pried at her powerful limbs. But there was nothing they could do. She owned them now, they were just having some trouble accepting that. They had their pride. Their male ego. They were wrestlers. But there was nothing like having the biggest bicep you’ve ever seen crushing your throat to teach you a lesson in humility. It felt like a baseball was being shoved hard against his neck.

Jayden was having an even harder time stuck between her legs. He was facing her crotch. Her panties were skintight and looked like they might burst off her body when she started to flex those muscles and really show him how powerful she was. He felt her quads pump. They were incredible. When they flexed, it was like he was just being pulled in deeper and deeper. He could see his friend Liam past the rows of abs. He knew Liam was done for as well. He could see how red his friend’s face was. Jayden grabbed at his captor’s thighs, but trying to open them up was hopeless. So instead he just ran his hands over Kristin’s flawless and tight 8 pack abs because he was so hypnotized by them.

Kristin noticed, and gave her abs a nice hard flex for him. She couldn’t blame him. It was a perfect view. But this was still practice, after all. She had been toying with them, but now it was time to really teach them who they were wrestling.

“Let’s see who taps first,” she said, “This should be fun.”

Kristin really flexed her limbs into the boys. Immediately they began to squirm and panic. The air they had been enjoying was gone. With just a little extra pressure, she had taken it away from them. They were both free except for their trapped necks, but that was enough to keep them in line. They scrambled to free themselves and prove that they had not just lost a two on one to a 44 year old woman.

“I want to hear some tapping soon,” she said, “I’m sure you two know that I’m more than capable of putting you both to sleep at the same time. You feel this muscle. You know what’s going to happen if you don’t submit to me, boys.”

Jayden, whose skull was just being totally crushed by her thighs, was the first one to tap out. He desperately slapped at her thigh. He needed to be freed before he passed out with his face in her crotch.

“Jayden is first,” said Kristin, who gave him one last powerful pump of muscle before letting him go, “Now let’s see how long Liam can last. Are you just showing off? Did you want to last longer than your friend?”

Liam had gone from red to a color that was somewhere between blue and purple. Kristin was ruthless. She squeezed and squeezed and she really didn’t care if he wasn’t willing to tap. He was realizing that. She wasn’t messing around. This bicep was going to put him to sleep if he didn’t submit. Her huge arm felt like it could probably just snap his neck if she wanted to. She was like a real life superheroine and he felt helpless in her grasp. He tapped on her forearm so that nobody would have to slap him awake. He was worried that he’d heard some sort of popping noise in his neck as well.

Kristin let him go. “I was kind of hoping that you two boys would do a bit better than that. You are wrestlers, right? I guess my son was always the real star of the team.”

Her teasing was kind of lost on the two of them because neither seemed fully awake. They were both laying there, kind of trying to get up, looking like they weren’t totally conscious yet. They had both just been nearly choked out by the strongest female muscles in the world after all.

“Oh please, you’re tougher than this…”

Kristin didn’t feel like waiting around for them to recover or whatever so she just grabbed Liam and stuck him between her thighs.

“Your turn to be down there.”

She rested his chin on her crotch and made sure he was nice and snug in there. She was going to grab Jayden’s neck with her arm and give him a taste of what her headlock was like… but then she thought of something more fun. She pulled Jayden between her legs too. Now they were both being headscissored. Liam was facing her, and Jayden was facing the back of Liam’s head. They were laying side by side, pressed closely together.

“Well, you know what, I think there’s room for both of you boys…”

“W-Wait…” said Liam, clutching her thighs, “L-Let’s reset…”

“Reset?” Kristin just laughed, “Somehow I don’t think that would have really helped you boys all that much…”

Kristin had more than enough leg for the two of them. Her long legs flexed tightly around both of their necks as she crossed her ankles and began to show them how much trouble they were in down there. Liam had it worse, since he was closest to her. It wasn’t just his neck that was being squeezed. His jaw and his head were also in the thigh compactor. The headlock from the last ‘round’ had been gentle compared to this brutal headscissor. He had been staring at her thighs as much as he could before the match (he just couldn’t help it) but he hadn’t fully grasped just how big they were. Now that they were bearing down on either side of his head, he realized that they were absolutely huge.

Jayden was kind of getting off easy, but the middle part of Kristin’s huge thighs were still more than enough to choke him into submission. Having his face smooshed into the back of his friend’s head wasn’t exactly fun.

“C-Come on…” said Liam, deciding to beg with what little air he still had, “R-Reset…come on, seriously, reset…”

“Reset? There are two of you down there. You’re really telling me that the two of you together can’t get out? Let’s see a little teamwork. You did used to be teammates, right?”

They weren’t exactly in the sort of position that made coordination easy, not to mention their diminishing oxygen supply… but they kind of thought she’d given them a real idea. Couldn’t they get out? They both began to really pull. Jayden was sure if he could just budge this muscular leg a little he could slip out and then get the upper hand on their amazon opponent… he was wrong. Kristin watched with a smug sort of smile while the two boys tried with all their athletic strength to get her thighs apart. But it wasn’t happening. Her legs were so powerful that keeping two boys tightly in their vice really just wasn’t very hard. Two trapped necks. Two long, powerful legs. Two boys starting to panic and act like little bitches.

“L-Liam…m-move…”

“I-I can’t…!”

Kristin laughed as they argued with each other and actually started to push each other. So much for teamwork. Her legs were in charge, not either of them. The former teammates were struggling against each other now as much as they were trying to escape. Clearly it was the fear creeping in because they could feel themselves going to sleep and they were worried about what these incredible legs might do to them.

They both tapped out. The tapping continued because Kristin didn’t feel like letting them go yet. She was having too much fun. Two boys between her thighs? Twice as much domination. Twice as much fun.

“I guess I should let you go… those are the wrestling rules, right? You’re both tapping, so I have to let you go? Like I said, I don’t know too much about wrestling…”

Neither could answer her because their throats were crushed, so they just kept on tapping on her huge leg.

She took the two boys to the brink of consciousness, pumping those quads, before letting them go. She simply lifted one leg up. For a moment they were too out of it to get up and so they both just laid there with their heads still on her thigh. But eventually they actually got up.

“Okay, you can reset,” said Kristin, “Not that I think it’s going to help. But there you go. You’re free now. So let’s see what you boys can do.”

They reset. The three of them were on even footing now. Well, except for the fact that Jayden and Liam’s necks and jaws were pretty sore now. But they were eager to redeem themselves and they tried their hardest to pin the amazon mom down.

Kristin quickly got Jayden between her thighs again. He knew what was coming and he tried to escape but it was too late. He was a prisoner to her legs again. His freedom hadn’t lasted long. The back of his head was against her crotch and her legs wrapped themselves around his neck in a tight figure four. He could tell that she was holding back, toying with him… he knew now that she could pull the trigger any second and those muscles would bulge around him and reduce him to nothing…

Liam was trying to figure out what to do. Jayden was between him and Kristin. He could see the fear on his friend’s face. He didn’t want to end up like that.

Kristin tightened up her scissorhold slightly and Jayden heard something ominous pop in his neck. Liam made his move, and his hands were locked with Kristin’s hands while she kept his friend trapped.

“You know what, I don’t know if I feel like dealing with both of you boys again…” said Kristin, “So here’s what we’re going to do. Jayden, you’re going to knock out your friend here. If you don’t, I’m going to knock you out. Understand?”

She pulsed her powerful thighs against Jayden’s neck so that he knew she wasn’t kidding. He got the message loud and clear and obviously didn’t want to get knocked out because he quickly grabbed his friend Liam and put him in a rear naked choke.

Kristin laughed. “Well aren’t you two just great teammates. You made that decision pretty fast.”

“J-Jayden…w-what the…c-come on…” said Liam as he struggled against the arms of his friend. He was annoyed, but he also understood where his friend was coming from…

“S-Sorry,” said Jayden, who could also barely speak, “J-Just doing…what she said…”

“Doing what I say is always the right move,” said Kristin, “Trust me.”

Jayden was no match for Kristin, but he knew how to put on a rear naked choke. He wrapped his friend and former teammate up and flexed his arms.

“J-Jayden…c-come on…we can…c-come on, J-Jayden…”

Kristin loved hearing this totally pathetic begging. And she didn’t even have to do anything. Her new little slave was doing all the work for her. Liam didn’t last long in the rear naked choke. He passed out pretty fast. Jayden squeezed hard until he knew his friend was sound asleep. Jayden was obedient because his neck was on the line here.

“Good boy,” said Kristin, “I guess you’re not totally useless… I mean, you’re clearly an all right wrestler…”

Kristin stroked his hair with one hand while she thought about his fate.

“You’re not very loyal, but you can choke someone out when the situation calls for it. Let me show you how to really put someone to sleep…”

Kristin poured on the pressure, really flexing both legs now and bulging that muscle around his throat and his jaw. The triangle was so tight.

“B-But I…I c-choked him out…I-I did what you said…”

“I know,” said Kristin, “But this is about me practicing, right? And I just sort of changed my mind.”

“W-Wait…p-please…ple-aackghghh…”

Kristin ignored his begging and gave his neck one last long, hard squeeze until he was sound asleep between her legs. She kept him in there tight for a few extra seconds after he was out just to make sure. Just to really put him deeply out.

Kristin spread her legs with a sigh, letting him sleep with his head in her lap. His friend was still out cold from the rear naked choke. She rested her hands on top of Jayden’s head. Not even two men were a match for her. This had been fun. She had put on quite the impressive display of dominance. Was it good practice for the eventual rematch with her son? Hmm. Maybe. She did have some other ideas…



--



Kristin had had enough of males for the moment. The last ones had been disappointing. She invited her friend Sasha over to workout at her home gym. Sasha was also a bodybuilder. She maybe wasn’t quite as big as Kristin, but she still had a very impressive physique. Sasha was one of the few people Kristin knew who could really keep up with her workouts even though she was also in her 40s.

Kristin was standing behind her friend Sasha, spotting her while she did some dumbbell shoulder presses. Kristin doubted that her husband would even be able to pick up dumbbells this heavy.

When Sasha set the dumbbells down after struggling to finish one last final rep, she tugged at her sports bra.

“I seriously sweat so much,” she said, “I’m like soaked already. And we basically just started.”

Kristin put her hands on her friend’s sports bra, which made Sasha laugh a little. “You’re right. You are soaked. Well, it’s just the two of us here you know… if you don’t want to wear clothes, you don’t have to.”

“Oh really? I don’t think I’ve ever done a workout naked before.”

“There’s a first time for everything,” said Kristin, giving her friend’s boobs a playful squeeze.

“Okay, I’m taking it off. But you have to take yours off too.”

Kristin helped her friend pull her sports bra up and off since she was already standing behind her. They both peeled off their sweaty workout attire until they were totally naked. They both just sort of laughed about it. They’d already seen most of each other’s bodies in competition… it wasn’t like bodybuilders wore much on stage. Or to the gym, usually. But this was the first time they’d actually seen each other naked.

It made the whole workout much more fun. They went through a seriously hard lifting routine that would have left the average male totally physically destroyed. Even Ryan wouldn’t have been able to follow them that day. They were both trying to outdo each other, pushing each other harder. Their bodies were slick and shiny with sweat, and since there was no clothing to catch it anymore it just dripped down onto the floor.

After they were done, they toweled each other down. They were both so sweaty that this kind of took a while. They ran the towels over each other’s hard physiques. Sasha took her time wiping down her friend’s incredible abs. Sasha admitted that she’d always been slightly jealous of Kristin’s amazing, long legs. Kristin just laughed and told her she could definitely help her boost the size of her legs. Once they were both dry (or as dry as they were going to get – both were still pretty shiny) they realized that neither of them were really ready to be done.

Their discussion about legs led to a friendly side contest. They were both confident that they could crush a watermelon between their thighs but there was only one way to find out if they actually could or not. Still naked, they took a couple of watermelons out to the backyard. There was nobody around, not that they would have cared too much if there was. They were quite proud of their bodies after all.

Kristin sat down with her watermelon and put it between her thighs. It was a pretty big watermelon, but it looked small between her legs. She started to squeeze and the watermelon didn’t have a chance. Kristin didn’t even look like she was trying at all. With one powerful flex of her thighs, the watermelon just exploded. Fruit juice ran down Kristin’s legs.

Sasha laughed. “Oh wow. Remind me to never wrestle you. I’m pretty sure this is what would happen to someone’s head if you got your legs around them.”

“Oh, I try to play nice… most of the time.”

“Right. Tell that to your son.”

They both laughed. The watermelon was gone. Totally crushed. But there were still a couple decently sized pieces left. Kristin picked one of the pieces off of her abs and took a bite. She got up and continued to eat, juices running down her muscles. Watermelon juice ran down the grooves of her abs while Sasha took her turn.

Sasha sat down with her watermelon, which wasn’t long for this world. It took Sasha a little effort and a little flexing, but it cracked pretty soon. Not quite the explosion that Kristin had gotten, but it was still impressive.

“Girls make this look harder online,” said Sasha.

“Well most girls aren’t as strong as us,” said Kristin.

Sasha picked up a tasty looking shard from her quad and started to eat it. “Exactly. We need something harder than this.”

“Hmm. I think I have an idea…”

Kristin went into the house. She came back with two bowling balls.

Sasha laughed. “What? No way. Bowling balls? No. Why do you even have these?”

“My husband is way into bowling,” said Kristin. “You said you wanted something harder.”

Sasha sat down with one of the bowling balls. “Yeah, but I mean this is impossible, right?”

“With that attitude, yes. Come on. I’ve seen you squat enough weight to crush the average man. Let’s see what you got.”

Sasha tried. She really did. But it wasn’t happening. Kristin cheered her on like a coach, but it wasn’t working. Sasha’s muscular legs were wrapped so tight around the bowling ball that there was a round red mark on each of them when she finally gave up and stopped.

“Okay, I was right, this is impossible,” said Sasha with a laugh, “I’m pretty sure not even you’re going to be able to do this.”

“We’ll see about that…”

Kristin put the ball in her lap, wrapped her thighs around it, and began to squeeze. It was clear from her strained expression that she was really trying to destroy this thing.

Sasha got down on her knees so that she could put her hand on Kristin’s thigh. “Wow. Your legs really are insane. I need to start doing lower body workouts with you. But I mean… I don’t think anyone can break a bowling ball like this ahaha.”

Kristin was not ready to concede this yet even though the bowling ball felt pretty damn solid. She was too focused to respond to her friend right now. She flipped herself over and put the bowling ball into a reverse headscissor instead. This was the position, after all, in which she’d put her son out of commission for months.

Kristin squeezed the ball as hard as she possibly could. Her legs had bulged to the point where both were bigger than the ball. Sasha’s mouth fell open. She couldn’t believe how huge her friend’s thighs were.

“Kristin, your legs…”

Kristin’s face was turning red. She was really going all out. It was like she was trying for a new PR at the squat rack. It wasn’t just her legs either. All her muscles were tensing up and trying their absolute hardest to crush this bowling ball. Surely anything less solid would have been utterly pulverized by this point. Sasha wondered what would happen to a person who had the misfortune of being stuck in there. Veins were starting to appear all over Kristin’s body from the intense effort. Kristin knew she was putting out absolute peak force. She let out one last primal scream as her mind went blank and she put everything she had into squeezing as hard as she possibly could.

The ball cracked. Not a little hairline fracture. A big, noticeable crack.

“No way,” said Sasha, “That is crazy! I should have been recording that!”

Kristin lay on her side, breathing hard. She felt the crack she had made in the ball. She was honestly just as surprised as her friend was. She’d really done that? Her legs were strong enough to crack something this solid? She was in disbelief.

“Yeah, I’m never wrestling you,” said Sasha, “Just in case you were going to ask. The answer is no. One headscissor and I could end up like that. No thank you. Ryan doesn’t stand a chance.”
Reply With Quote
The Following 17 Users Say Thank You to headscissorfiction For This Useful Post:
  #8  
Old 07-Apr-23, 20:20
headscissorfiction headscissorfiction is offline
Member
Points: 12,031, Level: 47 Points: 12,031, Level: 47 Points: 12,031, Level: 47
Activity: 14.3% Activity: 14.3% Activity: 14.3%
Last Achievements
 
Join Date: Jan 2019
Posts: 163
Thanks: 217
Thanked 2,806 Times in 159 Posts
Default Part 7

The bowling ball contest really had given Kristin a confidence boost. Not that she needed a confidence boost since she was already very confident. A week later, she had her friend Sasha over again. But this time it wasn’t just the two of them. Her little practice dummies Jayden and Liam were there too.

It had taken some convincing to get Jayden and Liam to return after last time. But a little teasing and a few gym selfies had been enough to get the boys back. They were also intrigued by the fact that there would be another woman there. Two gorgeous bodybuilders? They couldn’t resist. Kristin had kept their plans for the evening rather vague but both boys had shown up anyway.

When the door to Kristin’s house opened, they were both immediately glad that they had come. Both ladies were wearing shiny, competition bikinis that totally hypnotized them. Kristin and Sasha’s perfect physiques were shiny too, as if they were wearing some competition oil.

“Come in boys,” said Kristin, “I have so much planned for tonight…”

“Clothes off,” said Sasha.

The boys obeyed this new amazon goddess and stripped down to their compression shorts.

“You were right, Kristin,” said Sasha, “These boys do have pretty nice bodies…”

“Into the basement, boys,” said Kristin, “You know where it is.”

Jayden and Liam headed down to the basement with the amazons walking behind them. When they stepped onto the mat, the ladies wrapped their arms around their necks from behind. Jayden and Liam were now trapped and their necks were stuck in very muscular arms. They were allowed to remain standing. They both started to try and grab at the arms that were choking them now.

“Thank you so much for coming tonight,” said Kristin into the ear of Liam, who she was currently choking, “My friend and I wanted to have a little contest and you two are going to help us.”

“W-What kind of contest…?” asked Liam.

“T-Tag team match?” asked Jayden.

Kristin laughed and squeezed a little tighter. “Tag team? No no… you two couldn’t beat me together. What makes you think you’ll do any better in a tag team match? No… you’re both here because Sasha and I want to have a knockout contest.”

“K-Knockout contest…?”

Kristin swayed Liam back and forth. “That’s right. We’re going to see which one of us is better at putting boys to sleep. And we obviously need a couple of dummies to test things out on. How does that sound?”

Sasha squeezed Jayden tighter. “You’re big boys. You can take it.”

“I-I’m not sure…” said Liam, “That might not be a good idea… I-I mean…uh…”

Kristin flexed harder. That huge bicep started to crush his windpipe. “That’s not the answer I wanted. Tell me what I want to hear.”

Sasha followed her friend’s lead and punished Jayden too, squeezing him harder.

“O-Okay, okay,” said Jayden, “W-We’ll do it…w-whatever you want…”

“Y-Yeah,” agreed Liam, “Whatever you want. W-We submit…”

“Good boys,” said Kristin, “Since you’re already here, let’s start with the rear naked choke.”

Kristin and Sasha took both boys down with them onto the mat. They stretched out and lay on their backs side by side. They put the boys into two textbook perfect rear naked chokes that they could feel were just inescapable and ready for the ladies to just pull the trigger…

“First one to knock out their guy wins,” said Kristin, confirming the boy’s worst fears about what this contest was, “Feel free to try and stop us.”

Both ladies had a laugh at that since they knew that these boys were helplessly trapped. That didn’t stop them from struggling though. They were struggling for their freedom but couldn’t get out even though the ladies weren’t even really squeezing yet.

Kristin counted down from three and then both ladies began to crush their prey. Their practice dummies immediately began to squirm but the muscular forearms and biceps crushing their throats were like iron.

“I like rear naked chokes,” said Sasha, “It just feels so nice and tight…”

“They like them too,” said Kristin.

“Are you sure about that?” asked Sasha, “Mine seems like he kind of wants to breathe. Not that I care, I’m just saying.”

“Trust me. They like it.”

As evidence for this, Kristin prodded the bulge in the compression shorts that Liam was wearing. It was pretty obvious that on some level he was enjoying himself. Maybe he didn’t enjoy the being choked out part… but he was enjoying the feeling of Kristin’s big, muscular body against his back. He could feel her breasts. He could feel her hot skin. The shiny, competition bikini covered basically nothing after all. He could feel all those rows of abs flexing against him.

Sasha laughed as she realized what her friend meant. She should have guessed. She looked down Jayden’s trapped body. She could see that he was having a similar reaction. The bulge in his compression shorts was growing. And the whole nature of compression shorts made it kind of difficult to hide.

They were both squeezing the boy’s necks as hard as they could. This was a competition after all. It was a race to see who could choke a boy out the fastest. So both ladies started to laugh when, pretty much at the same time, Jayden and Liam began to tap out. Hands began to slap at muscular forearms.

“Maybe you didn’t hear me before…” said Kristin, “But this isn’t a match, boys. We tried that. You couldn’t keep up with me. This is my friend and I having fun with you.”

The boys stopped tapping and went back to using their hands to uselessly try to pry at the muscular arms that were wrapped around their throats. Liam, who had the misfortune of being on top of Kristin, was clearly on his way out. His face was purple. There were tears in his eyes. It wasn’t as though he was in a huge amount of pain – they had just been squeezed right out of him. Kristin’s huge arm was completely flexed, and it felt like someone was pushing an iron bar down against his throat. He couldn’t breathe at all and his vision was fading… how many more of these little contests could he take? He was regretting coming over to Kristin’s house again… but then he felt all that muscle underneath him, and he knew he could never stay away…

“Mine’s out,” said Kristin. She rolled onto her side so that Sasha could get a good look at Liam’s unconscious face. Kristin hadn’t stopped squeezing him. She was still flexing those arms into his neck making sure he was really, totally asleep.

“Wow, that was fast,” said Sasha. Jayden was still slightly awake in her arms, “Okay, so you win this round. That doesn’t mean I have to let this one go, right?”

Kristin laughed. She finally let go of Liam. “No, of course not. He’s already basically asleep. You should definitely finish him off.”

Jayden’s oxygen deprived brain had thought maybe he’d get some mercy since the contest was over… but apparently Sasha was just going to knock his ass out just for fun. These two amazon goddesses just enjoyed dominating too much. He knew then that he and Liam were really going to be in for a long night. He glanced over at his friend. He couldn’t move his head because of how tightly it was locked into Sasha’s muscular arms, but he could see Liam out of the corner of his eye. Liam was still out. He hadn’t woken up yet. That couldn’t be good. Kristin had basically put him down for the night. They were seriously that strong? He could feel himself going out. He wanted to escape… but he also felt like he really belonged on top of this gorgeous, muscular body, feeling that hot skin against his back, those abs…

Sasha pushed Jayden’s unconscious body off of her and onto the mat next to Liam, who was still out. “Wow, you really put yours into like a coma. Is he… okay?”

“Oh, he’s fine,” said Kristin, “He’s just taking a little nap. Yours hasn’t woken up yet either, you know.”

“You’re right. He’s out pretty good too. And you were right about how fun this would be too. Feeling him struggle, and then kind of slow down, and then actually go out… that was hot. What’s next? I’m going to win a round too. Just watch.”

Kristin loved how into this her friend was getting. She knew she would like it, but she wasn’t sure she would be this into it. She should have known that Sasha, who had been down to work out in the nude and crush watermelons in the backyard naked would be into this sort of dominant activity.

“Let’s do headscissors next,” said Kristin.

The boys were waking up now. Just in time for the ladies to grab them and guide them between their legs. Kristin and Sasha lay down on their backs, side by side, each with a boy between their legs.

“So for this one,” said Kristin, “You really want to get their head in there nice and tight like this…”

She demonstrated the ideal head placement for her friend, reaching down and adjusting Liam’s head until he was snugly in place. The shiny bikini bottom was so small that his chin pretty much covered the entire thing and pulled it down a bit further. This just made Kristin’s amazing abs look even longer and leaner. Liam couldn’t believe the amazing view he was getting right now. He wondered how hard it was to become a female bodybuilding competition judge and if this was his career destiny…

“Hmm, okay, I see…” said Sasha, grabbing Jayden’s head and shifting her big thighs around. She knew Kristin was the expert obviously. She’d seen the bowling ball. But she also knew that she had no chance of winning this round by just copying Kristin… a test of strength meant Kristin would win for sure. So to maybe give herself an edge, she didn’t totally follow Kristin’s advice. She shoved Jayden down further, pushing his face into her crotch. His mouth was smothered, pressed tightly up against the shiny, smooth fabric of her bikini. His nose was wedged in nice and tight. He could barely breathe and the competition hadn’t even started.

Kristin looked over at her friend and laughed. “I think that will work too, although you’re really going to be crushing his skull like that. We’re not trying to break them, remember?”

“You’re telling me this?” asked Sasha, “You’re the one who should be careful. We don’t want that kid looking like the bowling ball.”

Liam wasn’t sure what this meant exactly, but he was even more scared now. Bowling ball? What?

Liam gently tapped on Kristin’s huge thigh. “I, uh, I think I need a break…”

Kristin squeezed her thighs just a little bit. Just enough to shut him up. “We’re giving you two a break pretty soon. After this round.”

“R-Really…?” asked Liam.

“Mmpphh?” asked Jayden, although whatever he was trying to say was muffled by Sasha’s crotch.

“Yes,” said Kristin with a mischievous smile, “After this round, you get to take a nap. Okay, 3, 2, 1!”

The ladies squeezed their practice dummies. Liam, still scared about the bowling ball comment, was determined to not be a practice dummy and to actually get out of Kristin’s thighs. He got onto his knees then tried to stand up.

“Where do you think you’re going?” demanded Kristin, “I’m not even close to being done with you, Liam.”

Liam really tried his hardest to stand up and then… well, his plan didn’t really go past that, but it didn’t matter anyway because Kristin slammed her hips down into the mat and brought him back down to his knees before he could get anywhere.

Liam tried to move his head but he couldn’t budge it at all. His head wouldn’t move an inch. It was locked in there so tightly… just two walls of muscle crushing in on either side. And below him, a row of washboard abs that he could watch flex and roll while he was dominated and put to sleep.

Sasha glanced over at the competition. Once again, Kristin’s boytoy was purple and clearly about to be in a coma again. Sasha reached down and shoved Jayden’s face deeper into her crotch.

“Come on,” she said, “Will you just go to sleep? I’m trying to win here. Help me out.”

Only Jayden’s eyes were visible. Everything else was smothered. He had started off the round really struggling like Liam, pulling at thighs, trying to move his face (a feeling that Sasha discovered that she enjoyed a lot)… but now he was feeling sleepy, slow, and subservient… he just put his hands on Sasha’s hips and waited for the knockout. In a weird sort of way he actually did want Sasha to win. He wanted her to have everything she wanted… his sleepy brain started to produce a sort of KO daydream where he helped Sasha win her first bodybuilding contest. He helps her pick out the perfect bikini, put oil all over her muscular body…

“I think I win this round too,” said Kristin, pointing down to the unconscious boy between her thighs.

“Aw, already? How did you do that so fast? Your legs really are just insane,” said Sasha. Jayden was still weakly awake down in her crotch.

“Well I have a bit more experience putting boys down than you,” said Kristin. She rolled onto her side, propped herself up on one arm, and kept squeezing her unconscious toy. She put her other arm behind her head and gave the awake people in the room a nice bicep flex.

Sasha was oddly turned on watching just how far Kristin would go and how unwilling she was to stop. Sasha reached both hands down, grabbed Jayden’s hair, and pulled him hard into her crotch and didn’t let up until his hands limply slipped off her hips and fell down onto the mat.

“There you go,” said Kristin, “You just needed a little extra something to put him to sleep. You’re getting the hang of this.”

Sasha knew how Kristin felt now. She didn’t want to let her boy go and give up the hold. She wanted to keep his face buried in there all night and she didn’t care if he would have to breathe at some point.

Luckily for Liam and Jayden, the ladies did let them go. The ladies just dumped the boys onto the mat.

“What’s next?” asked Sasha, “Assuming that both of them wake up at some point, that is.”

“Oh, they’ll be fine,” said Kristin, poking the boys with her foot, “They can take it. They’re big boys. Next, we’re doing reverse scissors.”

“Reverse? And are you sure they can take that?” asked Sasha, once again thinking back to the poor bowling ball.

“They can take whatever we make them take,” said Kristin.

And that was that. Sasha was also too carried away with the domination to really care that much about what happened to the two boys. She didn’t want to hurt them, but if they did… well, they were the ones who had come over. They wanted to play with bodybuilders. They should have known what might happen.

The ladies dragged their (willing) victims side by side and then lay their muscular bodies down on top of them. The two women were just so much bigger and so much stronger than the boys even though both boys were excellent athletes. These were boys who knew how to get out of holds and knew how to use their fit bodies. But they were in a completely different league here.

Jayden was the first one to more or less fully wake up. “W-Wait…w-wha…”

“Oh, you’re awake?” asked Sasha, “Just in time. We’re doing reverse headscissors now. Like the view?”

Of course Jayden liked the view, but he had bigger concerns. “M-Maybe we, uh, sh-“

“I asked you a question,” said Sasha, flexing her thighs menacingly. “Answer it.”

“Y-Yes, I like the view,” Jayden answered obediently and honestly, “B-But, uh, m-maybe two KOs is enough…”

“Y-Yeah…” agreed Liam, who was also more awake now, “I-I don’t know if…mmmmppphhh…”

Kristin decided that she had heard enough of this complaining and so she had put her legs into a figure four. Her calf pushed at the back of Liam’s head and guided his face into her so that it was smothered deep in her ass.

“That’s enough talking from you,” said Kristin, “Sasha, do the same with yours. This is just too much complaining.”

Sasha smiled and copied her friend, switching to a figure four and shutting up her boytoy by wedging his face between her big, round, hard, muscular cheeks. “Good idea. I kind of like it better when they’re not talking. Although the begging is kind of cute. I will admit that.”

“M-Mmpphh…”

“Mmpphhmphh…”

“It’s cute up to a point,” agreed Kristin, “But now they’re just being ungrateful. You two boys get to feel a couple of perfect female physiques. And you’re complaining. I want you to take this one like a man, okay?”

The boys nodded as best they could given how trapped their heads were. It wasn’t like they could move much. Powerful, thick thighs and asses were keeping them firmly in place where the women wanted them to be.

Kristin counted down again and they both started to squeeze the helpless boys who had been so easily lured in by the promise of getting to see and touch not one, but two gorgeous bodybuilders.

Kristin stretched her legs out and snapped them straight, crossing her ankles and standing her feet on her tip toes. Liam’s neck was lifted high up off the mat, stuck between those man-eating thighs. He had a pretty good idea of the danger he was in just by feeling how much pressure there was against his neck and his jaw. He thought he heard something pop…

Sasha kept her legs in a tight figure four. She decided that her only real chance of beating Kristin’s freakish thighs was by trying to smother her boy again. She reached behind her and grabbed hold her ankle so that she could make sure that Jayden’s face was wedged in as tightly as possible. Jayden was grabbing at her hard ass and trying to somehow push himself free. Either that, or he was just groping her because she had a perfect, muscular ass. She couldn’t quite tell. It didn’t matter. He was going to sleep. She wouldn’t let up even for a second until he was totally comatose in her ass. She wasn’t going to lose every time to Kristin. She was a bodybuilder, and was very competitive by nature even if she knew that Kristin kind of had her outclassed. That bowling ball thing had been wild. She glanced over at the boy between Kristin’s thighs. Was he going to like… survive? If she could break a bowling ball, then his head might not offer that much of a challenge…

Kristin wasn’t so carried away that she’d forgotten just how fucking strong she truly was. She wasn’t going all out on poor Liam’s neck. She (correctly) figured that she probably didn’t need to go absolutely all out in order to put his ass to sleep and beat Sasha at their little contest. That was the plan, anyway… but as she got more and more into it, as she kept squeezing, the more turned on she got and the harder she wanted to flex her muscles against his throat.

“I’m surprised you’re still awake, honey,” said Kristin with a quick look over her shoulder, “I guess that means I’m going to have to squeeze you even harder.”

Liam could have spent all night in this position if it weren’t for the fact that it felt like his neck was being broken and he was being decapitated. Obviously Kristin’s big, muscular ass took up most of his field of vision… but beyond that, the rest of her was equally impressive. Her back was so powerful and muscular. It was broad, and she had huge lats. But then it tapered down to what was actually quite a small waist. She wasn’t naturally broad-shouldered for a woman, but her deltoids absolutely popped. He’d never seen a male with better shoulders. He was light-headed, and what had started off as a real and panicked struggle was devolving into just feeling her strong back and her perfect ass…he was accepting his fate.

As Jayden began to really lose air, he was less accepting of his fate. He started to really fight back against Sasha and try to push at her ass.

“Would you just stay still?” asked Sasha, pulling harder on her ankle, “This is why I’m losing. Because you keep squirming around like a bitch. Just take it. Come on.”

Sasha really yanked on her ankle, using it like a lever to tighten up her triangle and make sure that Jayden’s face was locked in their airtight.

Sasha was really trying her best, but she was just no match for Kristin. Nobody was. Kristin’s thighs had totally dominated Liam and in just a couple more seconds he was sound asleep even though she hadn’t been squeezing as hard as possible. The last thing Liam had heard before he had passed out was his friend tapping like a bitch, the amazons laughing, and something popping in his neck.

Kristin kept right on squeezing even though her toy was asleep. Oh she so wanted to just really flex completely, feel her muscle swell into his skull and see what she could really do to this pathetic little bitch boy… but she restrained herself. She’d already won, after all. Kristin just held him tight between her long legs for an extra couple of seconds just to make sure that he wouldn’t be waking up any time soon.

“Aw, already? Your legs are just too crazy. You’re too good at this,” said Sasha.

It wasn’t long before Sasha had KOd her boy too. He only lasted a few more seconds with his face deep in Sasha’s ass. He wasn’t just being choked out, most of his face was smothered too.

“I know,” said Kristin, pulsing her thighs against Liam’s neck a couple times just for fun before letting him drop down to the mat.

Both ladies stood up, looking down at the two sleeping boys who were crumpled there on the mat beneath them.

“I guess we’ve worked them over pretty good,” said Kristin.

“Um, yeah, you could say that,” said Sasha, “I mean I think yours is like totally finished. Are you sure you didn’t snap his neck?”

Kristin poked Liam’s body with her toe. He stirred slightly. “He’s fine. He’s just being a bitch right now.”

The boys started to wake up.

“Good morning, losers,” said Sasha, playfully poking Jayden’s bulge with her toe.

“What’s next, boys?” asked Kristin, smiling down at them with her hands behind her head, “More headscissors? There’s a couple more angles we can try out on you. And then there’s bodyscissors, of course…”

Liam was massaging his jaw with his hand. “I-I don’t think I can do another…I-I mean, please…”

“Y-Yeah,” said Jayden, “That’s three knockouts in a row…my head…”

Kristin planted her foot down on Liam’s throat. “If you really can’t take anymore, then we’re going to find a new use for you two boys. You’re going to worship and massage all of our muscles. They’ve been working hard knocking you out, so they deserve it. It’s either that, or we have a little bodyscissor contest using your ribs.”

The choice was clear. Neither was sure that they could survive more of these knockout contests. And they both really wanted to show these two amazons how much they appreciated the muscles that had just been crushing them and putting them to sleep.

Kristin and Sasha stood tall while the boys started at the bottom. They eagerly massaged their calves, not wanting to neglect even the smallest muscle. Their calves were so big that they were sure that the ladies probably could have scissored them to sleep with them too. Liam imagined Kristin putting him in a standing scissor with just her calves…

He moved up to Kristin’s thighs. The huge thighs that had nearly snapped his neck. That was what it had felt like, anyway. He tried to really dig his finger into the hard muscle and give her a proper massage, which was hard because her legs were just all muscle and it was so hard. Her whole body was toned and hard.

“You like my legs, don’t you?” asked Kristin, “Even though they just about killed you a minute ago?”

“Y-Yes…”

“Of course you do. They’re the reason you’re here, after all. Do you think I’ll have any trouble beating your friend Ryan again?”

“N-No… definitely not.”

“Good answer. I’m pretty sure once I get him between these, he’s finished.”

“Y-Yeah…”

Liam could have spend the rest of the night rubbing down Kristin’s amazing, perfect legs… but Kristin turned around, spread her legs a bit more, and put her hands on top of her head. Liam knew he was supposed to move on to her butt now. He’d never felt an ass that was this hard, this muscular… it was like every other part of her. She had perfect glutes just like all of her other muscles were perfect.

“You know, I could get used to this,” said Sasha, who was receiving similar treatment from Jayden, “I think when you have bodies like we do, you just deserve a certain level of attention.”

“Oh I agree,” said Kristin, “This is part of why they’re here. When you work this hard for your body, it’s only right that it’s appreciated.”

Both boys continued to diligently massage the powerful, amazon muscle. The bulges in their compression shorts were at a max. Their manhoods were so desperate to get out. But of course they knew also knew that the women above them could easily put them right back in their place if they needed to. The muscles they were feeling were more than capable of crushing them in a heartbeat and putting them back to sleep.

Liam moved on to Kristin’s powerful back. He’d been forced to stare at it while he was trapped in that lethal reverse headscissor, and now he was getting to really show it the attention it deserved. It was obvious why Kristin was a champion.

“Y-Your back…” he was in awe, “Y-You’re huge…”

“I know, honey,” said Kristin, “The judges tend to agree.”

He felt every inch of her back. He spent extra time massaging her traps and her crazy shoulders. Those were the muscles that usually got massaged, right? He didn’t know what he was doing, really, but he knew that much. Then Kristin turned around so that they were facing each other again. She guided him back down onto his knees. His face was right next to her abs now. The tiny triangle of shiny bikini covered little and meant that he had a full view of her entire lean, flawless torso.

He took a bit of a risk in starting with his tongue instead of his hands. He put his hands on her hips and started to lick her abs. It was a gamble, because if this wasn’t what he was supposed to be doing she could shove him down to the mat and choke him out. Luckily for him, Kristin enjoyed this display of ab worship. She put her hands on his head and made him stay there, hungrily licking her rows of abdominal muscle. His tongue slipped between the grooves. She tensed up her 8 pack so that he could really feel and taste the powerful muscle. He traced her well-defined adonis belt with his tongue. Maybe those brutally tight chokeholds that had nearly snapped his neck had been worth because now he was getting to taste this amazon’s flawless abs.

“Alright, I know you love my abs,” Kristin said, “Everyone does. But there are other parts of me, you know. Get up, honey.”

Liam obediently stood to his feet so that he could feel her powerful arms while she flexed them for him. These were the arms that had first trapped him tonight and put him to sleep. Her arms were way bigger than his were.

“Well Sasha,” said Kristin, guiding Liam back down onto his knees, “Have you had enough? I think I’m about done over here. Mine has done a pretty good job of getting everything.

Sasha was resting her hands on Jayden’s head while he licked her 6 pack. “Yeah, I think I’m good. I feel like so relaxed now. I should really be getting a full massage like this after I do any sort of workout.”

Kristin smiled. “Oh, absolutely. You so deserve it.”

Kristin shoved Liam down onto the mat. Sasha followed her and did the same to Jayden. They both looked a little dazed. They had been abruptly kicked out of heaven by the goddesses.

“Listen boys,” said Kristin, “I want to put you two to sleep one last time for the night. But you’ve done such a good job with the massages that I don’t really want to get all worked up again. So here’s what we’re going to do. You’re just going to knock each other out. You’re going to do the work for us.”

“W-What…?”

“C-Could we, uh…”

Kristin put her hands on her hips and flexed her huge thighs in front of them. They stared in awe as the muscle grew in size. “You heard me. You’re going to put each other to sleep for us. Reverse headscissor each other at the same time and don’t stop until you’re both asleep on this mat.”

“B-But…”

“It’s either that, or I put you both to sleep myself. And I can’t promise that I’ll stop squeezing this time.”

The boys knew their place by now. Disobedience was not an option. They awkwardly reverse headscissored each other just like they’d been instructed to. Kristin and Sasha laughed as they squeezed the life out of each other.

“Ahaha oh wow,” said Sasha, “They’ll really do anything, huh?”

“Of course,” said Kristin, “It’s not like they have a choice.”

Jayden and Liam squeezed each other to sleep, face to crotch, while the ladies laughed and left the basement to go get some drinks in their tiny, shiny bikinis.
Reply With Quote
The Following 12 Users Say Thank You to headscissorfiction For This Useful Post:
  #9  
Old 10-Apr-23, 17:43
headscissorfiction headscissorfiction is offline
Member
Points: 12,031, Level: 47 Points: 12,031, Level: 47 Points: 12,031, Level: 47
Activity: 14.3% Activity: 14.3% Activity: 14.3%
Last Achievements
 
Join Date: Jan 2019
Posts: 163
Thanks: 217
Thanked 2,806 Times in 159 Posts
Default Part 8

Kristin did have things to do other than practice wrestling. Other than her intense daily workouts, the schedule of a bodybuilder was pretty flexible. However, she did have all kinds of promotional things to do. Today, she was doing a photoshoot. She knew she wouldn’t have time for any sort of wrestling thing… unless she brought the wrestling to the photoshoot. After all, those pictures that Kaylee had taken of her absolutely dominating in their home gym had been very popular online. Kristin decided before she even showed up to the photoshoot that it was time for the sequel.

The photoshoot was at a small private gym. It was a collaboration with Katy, a 20-something year old fitness model and Instagram influencer. Kristin had looked over her Instagram before heading over. Katy was definitely fit. But she was more… Instagram fit than she was truly strong like Kristin was. Katy was toned, and did have some muscle, but she was nowhere near Kristin’s level. Nobody was, but still. Katy was built for modeling gym equipment and yoga pants, not lifting really heavy weights. Katy had long, dark hair and a perfectly tanned body. Her legs were long and smooth, and her tummy was totally flat with a six pack that was sort of faint. She was so lean and tight, but it wasn’t as though she really had powerful ab muscles like Kristin did.

Kristin had never met Katy or this photographer before. The photographer had been the one who set this all up. He was clearly a huge fan of Kristin’s. She could instantly tell that he was the kind of guy who really appreciated muscle on a woman. This was based on all of the compliments he was throwing at her, but also how he couldn’t stop staring when she took her sweats off and stripped down to the sports bra and short shorts that were of course the brand that was sponsoring all of this.

Kristin adjusted the shorts, pulling them down a bit so that every inch of her gorgeous abs would be visible. The photographer could not look away. Kristin knew she’d be able to control this whole thing. He’d be very malleable…

Kristin could tell from how Katy looked at her that she wasn’t the sort of girl who respected bodybuilding. Katy acted nice. She acted sweet, really. But she couldn’t stop herself from giving Kristin’s powerful body some subtly condescending sorts of looks. Kristin knew she wasn’t everyone’s type. That was fine. But she wasn’t the sort of woman who would tolerate disrespect, especially not catty disrespect like this.

Everything started off normal. Your typical photoshoot. Kristin posed with Katy for the camera, flexing her massive muscles. Katy flexed her slender, toned body. The photographer encouraged them to get a little more interactive. Act like they were friends at the gym together. Kristin put her arm around Katy’s waist. Kristin flexed her bicep and Katy hung off of it like it was a pull-up bar. Kristin picked up Katy in her arms, princess carry style.

“That’s great,” said the photographer, “I love it.”

Kristin was officially bored of this photoshoot and ready to make things more interesting. Katy deserved it too. Kristin set her down. “What if we did something like this? You said you wanted us to sort of interact more, right? Not just pose next to each other?”

Kristin and Katy were standing side by side. Katy reached for her phone, which was on a nearby bench. She was bored too. Not for long. Kristin suddenly wrapped her arm around Katy’s next and hugged her close to her body in a headlock.

“H-Hey!” Katy cried in protest. She tried to sort of laugh it off. “What are you doing? Is this a thing? For pictures?”

“What do you think?” Kristin asked the photographer, “Do you think you could do something with this?”

Kristin could tell that the sight of her, a huge bodybuilder, effortlessly dominating the slender model, was seriously turning on their photographer.

“I like it,” he said, “Katy, just act like sort of surprised in a jokey way.”

It wasn’t hard for Katy to act surprised. It was more difficult to make it ‘jokey’ somehow. Especially when Kristin started to really squeeze her neck hard. She smooshed the young influencer’s face into her boob. Katy was shocked at how she could also feel Kristin’s powerful pecs. Kristin’s body was seriously strong. She was really getting a taste of that now.

“O-Okay,” said Katy, “I-I think that’s enough of, uh, whatever this is. Let’s ju-uaacckgh…?!”

Kristin flexed her huge bicep completely, flattening Katy’s windpipe and putting a quick stop to her complaining.

“What about this?” Kristin asked the photographer, giving him a very flirty look, “I’m sure you’ve seen the photoset I did with my husband on Instagram. What if we did something a little like that?”

The photographer had a visible bulge in his pants. “I like it. It’s very… dom. Just don’t, you know… well, be careful with Katy there.”

Kristin laughed. “Oh don’t worry, I know what I’m doing. And Katy is tough. She can take it. She does crossfit, you know.”

What Kristin didn’t know is that Katy did BJJ as well. Getting manhandled like this in a headlock in front of the camera was starting to offend her grappling ego. Sure, Kristin was way bigger and way stronger than her. But that didn’t matter. Katy was going to give her a little taste of her own medicine here and humble her. That’s what this photoshoot was going to be about.

Kristin lifted up her free arm and flexed for the camera while she kept Katy under control. A few pictures later, Katy was really struggling to breathe, and so she gave Kristin’s arm a gentle and polite tap. Kristin pulsed her bicep once before letting the tan, young influencer go.

Katy pulled away, massaging her neck. She forced a smile at Kristin that made her look a little crazy. “You know, maybe we should like play into this angle more. What if we just wrestled right here? I’m sure there’d be all kinds of photo opportunities. And if it doesn’t work out, then whatever, we go back to posing.”

The photographer felt very lucky. “I love that idea. If you two are down for it, of course.”

Kristin had expected to have to drag Katy into it. She felt lucky too. She had underestimated how competitive this little bitch was.

“I’m totally down for that,” said Kristin, “Let’s do it. Sounds fun.”

The two women were already on a mat. Katy was obviously eager for a little revenge, and she grabbed her collaborator turned opponent. Kristin could tell that she knew what she was doing… kind of. She was like a weaker version of Ryan’s teammates. There was some technical skill, but she was hopelessly underpowered. Kristin’s huge, powerful body went to work and easily manhandled her down to the mat. Both of them could hear pictures being snapped.

Kristin wanted to show Katy that the headlock had been nothing. That had just been fun for the camera. Now she was going to get a real, serious chokehold. Katy was quickly wrapped up in a rear naked choke that was way tighter and way more brutal than anything she’d ever encountered in the handful of BJJ classes she’d gone to that she was so sure would give her an advantage.

“Oh, that’s good,” said the photographer, “I like that. Totally like a real wrestling move. Very MMA.”

“Well that’s probably because it is a real wrestling move,” laughed Kristin, “It’s called a rear naked choke.”

The photographer thought that Kristin’s muscular arms looked absolutely perfect framing Katy’s face like this.

Katy struggled in a genuinely determined sort of way that showed that her pride had been damaged. That didn’t last too long, however. Once she realized that Kristin’s muscular body wasn’t letting go and that she was being choked the fuck out, she was quickly humbled.

“O-Okay…y-you can knock it off…now…K-Kristin…I c-can’t breathe…”

“Knock it off?” Kristin laughed, “Um, I’m pretty sure you were the one who suggested we wrestle a minute ago. Now you want me to knock it off? I’m not sure I understand what’s going on here.”

“S-Seriously…let me go…”

“Let you go? These are the best pictures we’ve taken all day, honey. There’s a lot of fitness content out there. You have to be original to stand out. You know that. You’re an influencer.”

Kristin was enjoying her new toy. She was liking how into it the photographer was getting. He still had that obvious bulge in his pants. He was enjoying this almost as much as she was.

“What if I sort of… did something like this?” asked Kristin as she began entwined her massive legs around Katy’s and started to spread them apart in a grapevine.

“I like it,” said the photographer, “Definitely. Very dom.”

“C-Can’t…b-breathe…” this was the last thing Katy said before Kristin simply started squeezing her so hard that talking was no longer even an option.

Kristin’s grapevine began to test the limits of how flexible Katy really was. Kristin was forcing her into a rather humiliating pose for the camera. It wouldn’t have been so bad… She’d worn less and done much crazier poses for Instagram before. But because Kristin was choking the life out of her, she wasn’t really able to make a sexy sort of expression. Her face just looked panicked and scared. There were tears in her eyes. A little bit of drool was running out of the corner of her mouth. She’d never been stretched out like this before and she’d definitely never been knocked out before. Her BJJ class didn’t get this serious. Why had she thought it would be a good idea to challenge this huge woman again? Whatever her dumb reason had been, she was really regretting it now.

Kristin could have very easily broken Katy right then and there. She would have deserved it too for being such a condescending bitch. But Kristin wanted her prey to last longer than that. She knew she could get more out of her. She wasn’t done with Katy.

Kristin let go with one arm so that she could flex her huge bicep for the camera. Then she let go of Katy’s neck before the smaller woman passed out on top of her. She held the grapevine for a few more seconds just to let Katy know that she could have stretched her apart even further. Then she pushed her off of her and onto the mat, which was now slightly sticky with their sweat.

“Y-You’re crazy,” said Katy, trying to catch her breath, “W-What are you doing…?!”

“I’m crazy? You’re the one who wanted to wrestle me. You do remember that, right? Hopefully I haven’t made you lose braincells already.”

Kristin couldn’t help but think that Katy probably couldn’t afford to lose too many braincells. But that wasn’t really Kristin’s problem. Katy was trying to get up and step off the mat with her hurt ego, but Kristin grabbed her and dragged her back into the middle of the mat so that she could lay her huge, muscular body down on top of her and lock her up in a reverse headscissor.

Katy had never felt anything like this before. Walls of muscle closing in on her neck and her head.

“W-What…?! L-Let me go!”

“Let’s ask our friend here if I should let you go,” said Kristin, turning to the photographer, “What do you think? Is this a good pose? Because I can switch it up if you want.”

The photographer was too in awe of Kristin’s powerful glutes. “Uh, no, you don’t have to switch it up. We can do this. It’s… original.”

“See, Katy, it’s original,” said Kristin with a glance over her shoulder at the face of the trapped, crushed, and humiliated influencer, “You should try that some time. I was looking at your Instagram earlier. How many pictures of yourself in a bikini holding a protein shake can you possibly do?”

Kristin knew that there was no way this skinny bitch could possibly handle her reverse headscissor at full power. She didn’t want to accidentally snap her neck. Well, she kind of did, but she wasn’t going to. So instead she just gave her a taste of how strong she was. She flexed her huge thighs hard enough so that Katy could know that if Kristin wanted to, she could finish her off right here on this mat.

Katy reacted predictably, clawing at the massive thighs and hard ass that were all around her in desperation. “K-Kristin…c-can’t…breathe…h-help…”

Kristin took her to the edge and then eased off and let her breathe and stay wake (for now) to take more humiliation. “Here’s what you’re going to do if you want to get out, Katy. You’re going to kiss my ass. If you don’t, you’re taking a nap. It’s really that simple.”

“I’m not-“

Kristin flexed her thighs so hard that the influencer was cut off mid-sentence and realized that if would really only take a few seconds for this amazon to knock her the fuck out or worse. When Kristin stopped squeezing, Katy was more obedient. She really got into it too. She held Kristin’s ass with both hands and kissed both hard cheeks while the camera snapped away, recording everything.

“Oh wow,” said the photographer, who couldn’t believe how things were turning out today, “This is really great stuff here ladies…”

Kristin was very tempted to just really flex her award winning thighs and break this bitch’s jaw… but she settled for something a little less violent. She turned around and straddled Katy, pinning her arms down with her knees. Katy’s toned but small arms offered no real resistance for a goddess like Kristin.

Kristin ran her hand over her 8 pack abs. “Start licking. And act like you’re enjoying it for the camera. Otherwise you’re going back between my legs and I might not be as nice this time as I was last time.”

Katy didn’t think last time was ‘nice’ so she was very worried about what might happen if she ended up between those anacondas again. She reached her head up and licked Kristin’s abs up and down. If she wasn’t enjoying it, she at least made it look quite convincing for the camera. The photographer really wished he was in her position… but the bulge in his pants said that he was content just getting to be the one doing this amazing photoshoot. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to use all this but he was just glad it was happening.

“Y-You have great abs,” said Katy between licks and kisses, trying to get on Kristin’s good side.

“I know, honey,” said Kristin.

Kristin was through with this bitch now. She’d made her point and broken her down pretty thoroughly. Kristin slid forward, straddled her throat, then rolled onto her back, taking Katy with her in a front scissor. Katy’s face was trapped between thighs that were practically bursting out of the little shorts that were sponsoring this whole thing. Kristin began to ramp up the pressure slowly so that she could watch Katy’s face change color and contort with fear and pain.

“K-Kristin…what should we… do next? I-I’ll do whatever… you want…p-please, Kristin…I-I’ll kiss your ass…I’ll kiss whatever…. O-okay, c-can’t breathe…can’t…breathe…K-Kristin…”

Kristin ignored the influencer’s totally pathetic begging and just kept squeezing until she didn’t have enough air to keep begging anymore between her thighs. She turned her attention to the photographer instead.

“So do you think you got some usable stuff from this?” she asked casually.

“Oh, definitely,” said the photographer, who was still taking pics, “Lots of good stuff here.”

Kristin flexed both biceps for the camera. She flexed her abs. From the abs on up, you really wouldn’t have been able to tell that she was currently choking someone out. Katy didn’t last much longer between those massive, long legs. Her slender throat was completely crushed. All she could do was lay there and stare at those rows of perfect abs (so superior to her own) as she went to sleep. The last thing she heard was the photographer say something about how big Kristin’s legs looked. That, and a sort of popping sound in her neck. Then she was out cold in Kristin’s crotch.

Kristin got up, letting Katy’s head just drop down onto the mat. It didn’t wake her up. She’d been put deep to sleep by the anacondas.

Kristin walked over to the photographer as if she had not just violently choked a fitness influencer out moments ago. “So when will you be sending these over? Let me give you my number. No, that’s my manager’s number. You can send these straight to me, honey.”



--



Kristin was admiring her body in the mirror of her home gym. It had been nine months now since she had last seen her son. And she had been very busy during those nine months. It was probably the most impressive bulk she had ever gone on in her entire bodybuilding career. Who knew that taking down her son again was an even better motivation than a bodybuilding contest?

Kristin had weighed herself that morning. She was all the way up to 235 now. She’d gained 10 pounds. She had somehow packed on even more muscle, something that most people would have thought was impossible if they looked at her. She had enjoyed every second in the gym and every giant, delicious meal she’d eaten to power herself up into her amazing new form. She picked up the measuring tape and wrapped it around her thigh. 30 inches. That was a new record for her. Once these things got around her son…

Kristin had also been running 6 miles a day. This was something new for her. Her cardio was incredible now. Normally this sort of crazy, intensive cardio wasn’t something she was into as a bodybuilder… but she knew she would need endurance to keep up with her son for an hour. An hour of wrestling was a lot of wrestling and she knew Ryan wasn’t going to run out of steam easily. He’d been wrestling for long periods of time his whole life. She wasn’t going to let him win just because he could outlast her. No way.

While Kristin was determined to beat her son (again) she was also very proud of him. In his freshman year at college, he had become the wrestling champion. Every website was calling him a total wrestling phenom. Everyone was saying that he was going to go far and have an amazing college career and probably have some sort of shot at a post-college career. He’d gotten even better. But when Kristin looked at her incredible body in the mirror she just couldn’t be intimidated or worried.

When Ryan returned that evening, Kristin made sure that she was wearing clothes that didn’t show off her body at all. She wanted that to be a surprise for later. She could tell, however, that her son had put on muscle too. Just by looking at him she guessed that he was probably up to 225 or so now. He looked good.

Kristin felt her son’s bicep. “Someone has been hitting the weights off at college.”

“You know, just trying to stay on top. Now that I’m the champion, I mean, I can’t let down all my fans.”

Kristin laughed. “Is that right? I watched all your matches online. You looked pretty dominant out there. But you also never went against anyone quite as strong as me, did you…”

She ran her hand over her son’s chest, feeling his new and improved muscle.

“Maybe not,” he said, “But you’ve also never gone against a college champion. And that’s who you’re talking to right now, by the way.”

“I know,” said Kristin with a smile, “I think you might have mentioned it once or twice before. But we both know the real championship is tomorrow. Let’s say… noon. Just you and me in the basement. Your dad is out of town for the opening of a new hospital and your sister is in Mexico for spring break. But you’re not going anywhere for spring break except for between my thighs.”

“Yeah? We’ll see about that tomorrow.”

“That’s right, honey. We will.”

Kristin gave her son’s body one last look up and down before she head off for bed. Ryan watched her go, wondering what was under her clothes… had she gotten bigger? It kind of seemed like… well, he’d find out soon enough.
Reply With Quote
The Following 12 Users Say Thank You to headscissorfiction For This Useful Post:
  #10  
Old 12-Apr-23, 16:47
headscissorfiction headscissorfiction is offline
Member
Points: 12,031, Level: 47 Points: 12,031, Level: 47 Points: 12,031, Level: 47
Activity: 14.3% Activity: 14.3% Activity: 14.3%
Last Achievements
 
Join Date: Jan 2019
Posts: 163
Thanks: 217
Thanked 2,806 Times in 159 Posts
Default Part 9

The next day the two of them were more than ready for the match. Almost a year of training had gone into this. They were both eager to prove who was actually the best wrestler of the house. Ryan knew it was him. He wasn’t going to be a college champion wrestler but not be number one in his own family. He wasn’t going to let that stand.

Kristin walked down the stairs and made her entrance. She was wearing a fluffy, pink bathrobe. Her blonde hair was back in a tight ponytail. Her game face was on. Ryan could tell that she was here to win.

Ryan stripped down to his compression shorts and his mom got a better look at his new body. Just as she had suspected, he had gained muscle. He was clearly in the best shape of his life and he looked proud of it.

“I think somebody has been spending a lot of time at that school gym,” said Kristin, eyeing her son’s body.

He was definitely bigger than the last time she’d seen him. Even though he wasn’t particularly lean, he still had visible abs, which told Kristin that he’d developed a seriously strong core. He was her son, after all, which meant he had essentially perfect weightlifting genetics. All the potential was there. She could tell just by looking at him that he could make a great bodybuilder if he wanted to be… but it was more fun with him on the wrestling path.

Kristin undid her bathrobe and let it drop to the floor. Ryan’s jaw nearly dropped with it. His mouth fell open. He couldn’t believe his mom’s body. He’d grown up seeing her nearly nude on stage all the time (and around the house) so it wasn’t like he was a guy who wasn’t used to seeing female bodybuilders. But since he’d last been here, she had really just taken things to another level. His mom was absolutely huge. He knew that she would be staying on top as the number one female bodybuilder in the world with this body. She was wearing nothing apart from a tiny, black thong. Her thighs were so thick now that he was immediately worried about what would happen to him if he ended up between them. He felt a phantom pain in his jaw as he remembered the brutal scissor that had taken him out of commission. How would he explain another injury like that to his college team when he returned from spring break? He couldn’t exactly tell them that he hurt himself wrestling his 44 year old mother. Maybe if he showed them a picture of her, they would understand. She had grown to a truly impressive size.

“What do you think, honey?” she asked him, pulling on the straps of her thong and adjusting it a bit. They snapped back into place with a sound that was somehow threatening as well as hot.

“I think you’re definitely winning whatever show you have next,” he said, trying not to reveal how intimidated he was.

“Oh, that goes without saying. I shouldn’t even have to show up. They should just mail the medal to me.”

Kristin went through her posing routine right there in front of her son because just standing there wasn’t going to give him the full picture. She flexed and stretched all of her muscles for him so that he could really get a good look at what he was in for and how incredible his mom’s physique had become. Every part of her was just rippling with muscle… she was much more vascular now as well, and veins ran down her very well defined adonis belt. They were strong grooves now that ran down to the tiny, black triangle of thong which was the only part of her that was covered. In the back, the thong all but disappeared between the cheeks of her big, muscular butt.

Ryan was kind of hypnotized and could have stood there watching his mom pose for the rest of the day. But eventually she finished giving him his personal posing exhibition. She could tell by looking at his face that it had the exact affect she’d wanted it to. He’d been beating guys on the mats all year. But they hadn’t looked like her. Not even close.

Kristin took her phone out of the pocket of her bathrobe and set a timer for one hour.

“Alright honey,” she said, “Time to find out who the best wrestler in this family really is.”

Ryan was still blown away by her body, but he was ready. He knew he could win. Muscle wasn’t everything. All he needed to do was make her submit more times than she could make him submit in an hour. Easy.

They started standing up, and in less than a minute Ryan stopped thinking it would be easy. Maybe Ryan was still distracted and intimidated by his mom’s body, because she was able to quickly wrap him up with her strong arms in a bear hug.

“That hug I gave you when you got home wasn’t your real hug,” she said, “This is. Isn’t this better, honey?”

His mom’s hug was tight. Since they were the same height (she was so big that he could have sworn she’d somehow gotten taller) they were face to face now. Kristin was smiling, very happy with how the match was going so far. Ryan was trying not to let his face show the pain he was already starting to feel. His front was pressed tightly up against her front. Her bare breasts were pressed up against him, but he was really feeling her pecs more… they were bigger than his were. Their abs were grinding against each other, her 8 pack against his less defined 6 pack. It was like her body was just showing off, grinding against his and letting him know who was bigger.

“I’m enjoying this hug so much that I don’t think I’m going to let you go until you tap.”

He squirmed around against her hard body but there wasn’t much he could do because his arms were pinned up against his sides. He was standing up straight but he was just… stuck. She’d pinned him by doing nothing but hugging him tight against her body. He tried to free his arms but he was just in there too tight. He had no idea that a bearhug could be such a brutal hold… he was being hugged so tight by his mom’s statuesque body that it was becoming hard to breathe even though he wasn’t really being choked. Was she really this strong now? She could force the air out of his lungs just with a squeeze of her arms? His back was starting to hurt too. This is not how he’d wanted the match to start. While he was at school he’d fantasized about getting some redemption and making his mom tap out on his new and improved body. Now he was stuck on his feet, barely breathing, while she smiled at him.

What he hadn’t realized yet was that things could get even worse for him. His mom leaned back and to his surprise his feet left the mat. She had picked him up into the air and it didn’t even look like she was trying. It was easy for her to lift him up like this, like he was still a little kid. She was just that strong.

“If I don’t hear tapping, you’re not getting back down,” she said, “I’ll keep you up here for the whole hour if I have to. Well, if you don’t suffocate before that.”

Ryan really didn’t want to tap and give up a submission already… but he could tell that he wasn’t getting out. His arms were trapped and now he wasn’t even grounded. There was truly nothing he could do – he was helpless. The longer he stayed like this, feet dangling, the longer he was just getting worn down for the rest of the contest… and if he got knocked out, that would be even worse for his endurance. He gave his mom what she wanted. He could only really move his hands, so he weakly tapped on her thigh as much as he could. She set him down and let him go.

“One to zero,” she said, “I was hoping for a little more competition here, honey. You are going to give me a real match, right?”

She couldn’t help but tease her son after she had won the first submission so easily.

“We’re definitely going to have a real match,” he said, adjusting his compression shorts, “And I’m going to be the real winner.”

Kristin laughed. “Right. Of course you are, honey. Whatever you say.”

The next round was more of a struggle, but Kristin gained the upper hand once again. They both went down to the mat and she was on top right where she wanted to be. Her son knew what was coming. He knew his mom wanted the grapevine and he tried to play keep away with his legs, sliding and kicking them around… but her massive legs took what they wanted. They tended to do that. They had been dominating everyone for the past nine months and this was just the natural conclusion.

“Oh I think you’re in trouble now honey… you remember my grapevines, right? I know it’s been a while. Let me help you remember…”

Ryan had flashbacks to his first ever loss as his 44 year old mom began to stretch him out. He’d gotten stronger since their last match, but he hadn’t really gotten all that more flexible… he certainly wasn’t as flexible as his mom. He put his hands on her sides and tried to push her off. He felt her lats. Her back was just all muscle. There were 235 pounds of toned female muscle on top of him.

“Stretch those legs for me, baby…”

He had no choice but to obey. There was just no way for his legs to resist her massive, tree trunk thighs. They felt even bigger when they were pressed up against his own legs like this. It really put her body into perspective. When she was on stage next to other bodybuilders, she almost looked kind of normal even though she was still the biggest. But when she was on top of him, she just looked huge…

“Tap when you’re ready to give me my two to zero lead.”

As she forced his legs apart, he could feel her incredible 8 pack abs flexing and tensing on top of him. He thought he’d built up some nice abs at college, but they were being totally dominated by hers… any muscle he’d gained, she’d just gained so much more.

“If you’re going to be stubborn and not tap for your mother, then we’re going to do this…”

She hugged his head tightly against her chest. She had so much muscle that it was just as much of a pec smother as it was a breast smother. He couldn’t see anything now. All he could feel (and sort of taste) was his mom’s skin on his face. Her breasts were soft, but her pecs were all hard muscle. He could feel her strong arms around the back of his head, hugging him tightly into place. His second deadly hug of the day and there was still plenty of time left on the clock for more.

Determined not to go down by two so quickly, he really struggled to escape. This just made Kristin smile.

“Just tap, honey. I think we both know that you’re not getting out of this one. You’re not even going to be awake for very much longer. You should really be thanking me for not just pulling your legs out of their sockets.”

Could she really do that? He felt like she probably could and he didn’t want to find out anyway. He was starting to get lightheaded and he knew she was right – he’d be taking a nap in her cleavage if he put off the tap for much longer. He tapped on her muscular back and she let him go.

“Two to zero… I’m still waiting to see what you’ve learned at college, honey,” she said, adjusting her ponytail slightly, “Don’t tell me that you’ve just been beating a bunch of pushovers?”

Ryan imagined how much teasing he’d get from her (and from Kaylee) if they wrestled for a whole hour and he couldn’t even get her to tap once. Was that really about to happen? No. He was the champion. He needed to show her that.

Next round he showed her that he was a real competition. They were both starting to get sweaty. He caught her in something of an unorthodox hold that he knew she wasn’t going to see coming. He still had an edge – more experience, more technical knowledge… it was still an edge, even if he was wrestling the strongest woman in the world. He grabbed hold of one of her arms, one of her legs, and then planted both of his feet against her back. He extended his legs as much as he could, forcing his mom to bend back.

“Now let’s see how flexible you are, Mom…”

Kristin was in real pain now, but she was also oddly sort of glad that her son was getting her in a real hold now. She didn’t want to just crush him for an hour like she had with Sam, Jayden, and Liam. She wanted a real match. And now she was getting one. She tried to somehow use her free leg and her free arm to move and get into better position… but her son had her pretty well under control. She knew she was stronger, but at this angle it was like her strength was useless and she couldn’t get free.

“It’s your turn to tap, Mom.”

“N-No, it’s not…”

Kristin really strained and pulled at her trapped limbs but they stayed behind her where her son wanted them to be. Her son grunted with effort and really forced his legs to extend out as straight as he could get them. Kristin was flexible, but nobody was this flexible… her spine was being forced to bend the opposite way too hard. She couldn’t take it anymore and she tapped out on the mat, slapping the floor, letting her so know that yes, she was mortal and yes she was beatable.

“There you go, Mom. I was worried that you might have forgotten how to tap since we last saw each other.”

Kristin got up onto her knees. Her back was a little sore now. “So you’re not going to be a total pushover today, huh?”

“I’m not,” he said, “Are you, Mom? You tapped pretty fast there…”

“I am still winning, you know.”

“You are. For now, anyway.”

Kristin’s lead wouldn’t last for too much longer. They grabbed hole of each other and grappled for control over the other’s body. Ryan still felt like he was trying to tame a tiger. She was ferociously strong, and everything he did was basically to try and contain her and avoid her huge thighs and her muscular arms.

Ryan got on top of his mom’s bare back. He straddled her. She was face-down on the mat.

“I think you know what comes next,” he said.

She almost managed to unseat him by doing a sort of pushup up off the mat. She was just that strong. If he hadn’t stopped her, she probably would have been able to do a full pushup with him sitting on her back. But he stopped what would have been quite the feat of strength by grabbing her arms and securing them behind his knees for the camel clutch. She knew it was coming but here she was anyway, trapped underneath her son and ready to take her punishment.

“I hope your back is ready for this one,” he said as he cupped his mom’s chin in his hands, “Or if you’re still recovering from my last hold, you can just go ahead and tap right now…”

“Not happening, honey.”

“I thought so. Let’s give you another stretch then…”

He was right, she was still recovering from the last hold, and now her back was in for even more brutal backwards bending… her son pulled her head back further and further. Once she really began to be stretched at an impossible angle, she let out an involuntary little moan. She could tell that her son was enjoying his time on top because she could feel the bulge in his compression shorts getting harder and pressing into her lower back.

“I don’t want to break your back, Mom,” he said with a laugh, “You are 44, after all…”

This teasing made Kristin really renew her struggles for escape. There was little she could do trapped under her son like this but she still tried. He remained seated on her and every second it felt like he was just pulling her even more out of shape.

“I-Is this all you got, honey?”

She couldn’t resist making these little comments even though she was helpless to defend herself like this. Her big, muscular back was his now and he could pretty much do whatever he wanted with her.

“Well, no, it’s not,” he said, “If you’re going to be like this, Mom, then I think I’m just going to have to put you out of your misery…”

He lowered his mom back down somewhat so that he could wrap her neck up in his arms and start to choke her out. With her arms trapped, there was simply nothing she could do to stop him. All she could do was lay there, let him sit on her, and take it. His arms were nice and tight around her neck. They felt bigger. Stronger. He’d been working hard to be ready for this. She let out a coughing sort of choking sound as she lay there and took it.

“I guess you can’t really tap… or speak, so just kick your feet when you want out, Mom. If not, I think you’re going to be asleep in like thirty seconds or less, which is fine by me. Your choice. We both know I can do it. You’ve seen my matches.”

She had seen his matches. She’d watched her son choke out other college guys in basically every position possible. And now it was her turn. There was something just slightly humiliating about having to tap by kicking her feet, but she did it anyway because she couldn’t breathe at all.

2 to 2. Not how Kristin had expected to start things off. She hadn’t expected her son to come back this much stronger than before. College wrestling was serious business. He was confident and he was enjoying himself – that much was obvious from the big bulge in his compression shorts. He tried to adjust it a bit, but there was no hiding it. He knew she was going to get a chance to feel it anyway.

“You’re stronger than you were last time,” she said.

“So are you,” he replied.

“I like it. It just means it’s going to be that much more fun when I win. I don’t want boring prey. If I wanted free wins I could have just kept playing with those two friends of yours from high school. Jayden and Liam. You should ask them about their matches with me some time…”

Ryan had no doubt that his mom had absolutely crushed his former teammates. But that wasn’t going to happen to him. He knew he could win now. There was plenty of time left on the clock. He even wished there was more so that he could spend more time challenging his mom’s incredible physique.

Kristin liked competition and wanted a good match… but enough was enough. It was time to crush her son. She grabbed one of his arms with both of hers, then scissored his other arm. He really wasn’t ready for what it felt like to have his arm stuck between her thighs. His arm felt like a tiny twig between her tree trunk legs. When she flexed her inner thighs, it was like she was just cutting his arm right off. His hand started to go numb. His arm was all tingly and asleep. She was breaking him down…

“And that’s not even what I really want to do with this hold,” she said, “This is what I’m really here for…”

She rested her stomach down on top of her son’s face. His face was pressed up against her hard abs. He was being smothered by her 8 pack. He could feel it tense and flex on top of him. He tried to roll his face away so that he could breathe, but she followed him, staying on top and making sure her abs were right on his face.

“You know honey, judges always say that I have the best abs they’ve ever seen,” she said, “Probably the best in the history of the sport. What do you think? Do you agree?”

He couldn’t talk, he couldn’t even really breathe…

“I can tell that you’ve been working on your abs too. They’re not bad. I mean, you have my genetics, so obviously they’re going to be pretty nice. But are they big and hard enough to smother someone with? Like what I’m doing to you right now? I kind of doubt it. No offense, honey.”

Ryan wasn’t worried about how it felt like she was cutting his arm off with her thighs anymore. Now he was more worried about how he couldn’t breathe and he was seriously about to pass out underneath his mom’s abs. All that weight of her muscular body was weighing down on his head… each breath he somehow managed to take was shallower than the last.

“Are you kissing my abs, or are you just trying to breathe, honey? I can’t really tell.”

Ryan bucked his hips off the mat and tried to somehow get his mom’s huge, powerful body off of him… but that wasn’t happening, and he was just stuck laying there on his back with her abs making sure that breathing wasn’t really an option anymore. Her perfect 8 pack abs had totally dominated him and he knew he had to tap before he was sleeping under them. His hands were stuck but he could kind of tap by flapping them in an embarrassing display of submission.

Kristin laughed. “That’s your tap? I guess you can’t really do much else with your arms stuck like this…”

She lifted her now sweaty abs off of her son’s face. She’d regained her lead. It was 3 to 2 now. Much better.

“Looks like I’m winning again, honey,” she said, glancing at the timer on her phone, “There’s plenty of time for you to try to come back, so don’t worry. I mean, you’re not going to come back, but still. There’s plenty of time for me to try out all kinds of holds on you.”

Kristin rubbed a hand up and down over her abs. Ryan couldn’t look away, briefly got in a trance for a moment by the motion of her hand going back and forth over those rows of muscle… they were so tight and perfect, and for a brief second he actually wanted them back on his face… maybe he should have been kissing them instead of fighting them… but when she stopped and snapped the straps of her thong, adjusting it, he was able to focus better. He was a champion and he wasn’t going to get distracted… well, not so distracted that he couldn’t wrestle.

Kristin knew she was distracting her son. It was just her natural advantage. She couldn’t help it. Well, she could have worn more clothes… but that wouldn’t have been as fun. She wanted to show off as much as possible. Apparently Ryan wasn’t so distracted that he couldn’t still wrestle though. Even though she’d caught him staring hypnotized at her abs, he was right back into it now and before she knew it he had caught her in an armbar.

“This is too easy, Mom,” he said, “I mean, this is like freshmen in high school sort of mistakes you’re making here…”

Kristin did actually feel kind of silly for getting caught like this with her elbow pressing into her son’s bulge and her arm stuck between his legs. He planted one of his feet on her throat and the other just below her boobs. She knew this wouldn’t hold her down and was just about to try to lunge and break free when he lifted up his hips slightly and showed her the true leverage he had in this position. The pain in her arm was sharp and immediate.

“Come on, Mom. It’s an armbar. I got you. Just tap.”

She could once again feel how he was enjoying himself and enjoying his victory. Her elbow was smooshed into his package. He set his hips back down on the mat so he didn’t really hurt her arm and she could just tap. Only she didn’t. Something about how little contact he really had with her in this position just made her think she could escape. She tried again to get up off the mat and turn the tables on her son… and he shut it down again by quickly lifting up his hips. Higher this time. He watched her face wince in pain. Her arm had really gotten bent that time. She used her trapped arm to tap out on his chest.

“There you go,” he said, “You really should have just done that at the start. I’d hate to break your arm, you know.”

Now it was tied 3 to 3. Kristin didn’t like how that round had seemed kind of easy for him. She didn’t like that it was tied either. Her arm still kind of hurt, and maybe that’s why it was so easy for her son to take control of her powerful body in the next round.

There was a hold Ryan had been wanting to put his mom in since she first took off that bathrobe. When he found his opening, he took it. He could see the surprise in her eyes when he wrapped his legs around her neck in a headscissor. Her neck was stuck about halfway between his package and his knees.

“I might not have your giant legs,” he said, “But I’m still pretty sure I can make you tap between my thighs, Mom.”

She placed her hands on his legs. They were bigger and stronger than she remembered. He really had been working out hard, getting himself ready for her.

“Oh please,” she said, “You call this a headscissor?”

Kristin could never resist teasing her son. She was trying to pull his legs apart. Her biceps flexed and bulged. Ryan knew that he would have to get her in tighter if he wanted to keep her under control. But that was only part of the reason he wanted to get her in there deeper.

“No,” he said, “I think this is more like a real headscissor…”

He grabbed her head, using her blonde ponytail like a handle. He pulled her into his crotch. She tried to stop him by pushing against his abs with her hands but she just couldn’t keep herself out of his clutches.

“Yeah, I think this is much better for you, Mom…”

Kristin disagreed but there wasn’t much she could do about it. Most of her face was now smothered by her son’s package. The thin, smooth, stretchy fabric of his compression shorts clung tightly to his manhood. She could tell that he was big, which was something of an awkward revelation to have about your son. And it wasn’t just because he was pretty hard. He was clearly well endowed and she was getting way too closely acquainted with his big bulge… she was stuck trying to breathe through his balls, which were pressed up against her mouth and nose. Males had a bit of an advantage when it came to this sort of scissor…

“I guess I can just sort of smother you and choke you out at the same time, Mom. That’s one advantage I have over you… unless you count being better at wresting as an advantage too.”

Kristin was annoyed with herself that she’d ended up in this rather embarrassing position between her son’s thighs, but she was also oddly proud of him for being able to pull it off and being strong enough to actually keep her in here… his legs had really improved, she could tell. Since she was stuck staring (past his package) at his abs, she got a new appreciation for how they’d improved too… he’d been working hard at college and it showed.

“If you’re not tapping, then clearly I’m not squeezing you hard enough…”

He flexed those champion college wrestler thighs harder into her neck. She clutched at his thighs, more desperate than ever to pull them apart and free herself… he watched the muscle in her huge arms pump and he was actually surprised that she couldn’t get out. Those arms looked like they could bend steel. He put his hands on the back of his mom’s head and held her in there as tight as he could while he just kept squeezing and squeezing… he could feel her trying to move her face so that she wouldn’t be so smothered by his balls. But he wasn’t going to let that happen. He knew if this tiger got out, he was going to get crushed. His mom’s incredible, muscular body had to be tamed otherwise he was going to get broken like last time.

Kristin was done feeling proud of her son and now she wanted out. She needed air and what little air she was managing to suck through her son’s compression shorts wasn’t helping… she was smothered and crushed. She tried to kick her legs up and scissor her son back, but he kept his distance and pushed her legs away. He saw that coming.

“I don’t think so, Mom. I’m going to be the only one doing the scissoring here. You’re going to be the one doing the tapping.”

Even though she was clearly running out of air and her struggles were getting weaker, looking at her arms flex while she pushed against his body had him worried. Even an oxygen deprived Kristin was very scary. But he was just as excited as he was scared. He was taking back the lead, he was establishing dominance in the most brutal and humiliating way he could, and he was shoving his mom’s face in it – literally. When this was all done, she would have to admit he was the real wrestler in the house and if she tried to deny it, she was going to end up right back in here between his thighs with his manhood on her face… clearly dealing with his dad and his weak former teammates had not prepared her for facing a real man.

He looked her in the eyes. Most of the rest of her face was smothered. “Do you just want to take a nap down there? Because I mean, I can easily do that for you, Mom…”

Kristin wasn’t going to let this happen.

“Mmpphh…”

“I can’t hear you, Mom. Because your face is, uh…”

Kristin made one last real attempt to get out, grabbing at his thighs and his hips… she pushed against his abs. He flexed them for her and pushed back.

“Mom, just tap…”

She tapped out on her son’s hip and was released from his tight and dominant headscissor.

Ryan had the lead now for the first time. Three to four. The thought of actually losing crossed Kristin’s mind for the first time. It was impossible not to think about losing when she had just been smothered by her son’s bulge and forced to tap out to his thighs. She’d spent too much time in those compression shorts for the idea of losing not to come up in her brain… she needed to crush him fast and teach him that this lead wouldn’t last and she was still in control.

They grabbed onto each other again. Ryan could tell that he had ticked her off somewhat.

“I’m going to show you a real headscissor, honey.”

He knew it was coming but she was just so strong and so determined to have her way. She forced it to happen. She really just manhandled his neck between her legs, crushing any attempt he made to get away.

“This is a real headscissor. Watch closely. Feel these thighs, honey. There you go. Hands on my thighs. Do you feel that muscle? Yeah. I know.”

Ryan was now the one stuck in the front headscissor. His chin on her crotch. His hands on her legs. They felt so impossibly huge… how were they somehow even bigger than they had been last time? At 44, his mom had somehow not hit her full muscle potential. What if she got even bigger than this? She was an amazon and now she was taking him as her prey.

“You’re not tapping, so I assume that means you want to learn more about what a real headscissor should look like. Well let me show you, honey…”

When she started to squeeze, he suddenly realized that she hadn’t even been squeezing before. She hadn’t been flexing. Her thighs were just so big now that just having his neck between them was enough to start to choke him. And when she straightened her long legs out, pumped her quads, and really made it her mission to crush his neck and make him into her little bitch… the pressure was just way too intense.

She watched his eyes go wide with surprise and fear. She laughed. “Yeah. These are my legs now, honey. I’ve been putting in a lot of work these past nine months. You weren’t expecting this, were you? If you don’t tap I might just pop your head off.”

The scary thing was he didn’t think she was joking.

“Your head looks so small down there,” she said with a laugh, “I guess my legs are just so huge now. You should really start working out with me instead of doing whatever you’re doing in the gym. I mean, just look at these things. Feel them.”

Her legs felt like they were as big as most of the torsos of the guys he usually wrestled against. They were so huge that it just wasn’t fair. There was no way out. Her legs were going to chew him up and spit him out.

“Obviously headscissors are all about the thighs, but I’m kind of loving how my abs look here too… what do you think, honey?”

She flexed all of her abs in front of his face, and he watched her stomach tighten up and that sexy 8 pack get sooo hard. She ran her hand down those rows of abs and he was once again hypnotized by how incredible her physique was… his chin was right at the end of her adonis belt. Both lines led straight to his face, which was turning purple from the pressure. He had an up-close and personal view of her vascularity now. Her abs and adonis belt were veiny, just popping with muscle. He’d really watched her pose earlier and somehow still thought he had a chance?

“Since you seem pretty distracted by my abs right now, I’m going to remind you of something, honey. You’re getting choked out right now by my thighs. You’re not getting out. You’re going to be deeply asleep in less than thirty seconds. You need to tap. Remember tapping? Hello? Earth to Ryan…”

Luckily Ryan did remember tapping, so he got to stay conscious. He tapped on her hip with desperate rapidity and she released him from the prison of her thighs.

She quickly stood to her feet so that she could loom over him while he lay there on the mat in a slight daze, breathing hard.

“I told you I was going to show you a real headscissor,” she said.

Kristin stuck one of her legs out a bit and flexed it for her son, moving it back and forth a little so he could see everything. She ran her hand up and down her quad. She gave it a couple firm slaps.

“It’s tied now. Four to four. Come on, get up. Don’t tell me you’re tired already, honey. I am far from being done with you. My legs aren’t through with you yet.”

Ryan wasn’t tired. He had good conditioning, and he could keep going. What was surprising to him was that his mom didn’t seem tired at all. How was someone so huge also so…in shape? And how was she so quick? His mom wasn’t just strong. Even though she was 44 years old, she was also seriously athletic. It made sense, seeing as how her son was a champion wrestler and her daughter was a gymnast. They had to get it from somewhere, and it clearly wasn’t their dad…

“I’m not tired,” said Ryan, getting up onto his knees, “Are you? We can put another hour on that timer if you want.”

Kristin laughed. “Yeah? Let’s see if you can survive this hour first, honey. How does your neck feel?”

“Never better,” he said, which was a complete lie.
Reply With Quote
The Following 10 Users Say Thank You to headscissorfiction For This Useful Post:
Reply

Tags
mother vs son

Thread Tools
Display Modes


Similar Threads
Thread Thread Starter Forum Replies Last Post
Old House, por Glen muarijun Foro Español 1 05-Jul-21 16:47
Who is the boss in the house? Boze_Turk Wrestling & Fighting Stories 9 26-Apr-19 18:26
My GF liked to rough house The Raptor Wrestling & Fighting Stories 39 31-Mar-19 00:45
Girls Run the House RevelationDay Wrestling & Fighting Stories 6 12-Sep-17 01:07


All times are GMT. The time now is 19:16.


Powered by vBulletin® - Copyright ©2000 - 2024, vBulletin Solutions, Inc.