Step-mother: the Take-over
Copyright© 2021 by Jim Priest
Chapter 3: Ex-wife/Mother takes control
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 3: Ex-wife/Mother takes control - A large well-built woman dominates a wealthy family
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Coercion FemaleDom Rough
My name is Joe and I did a dumb thing that destroyed my marriage to a beautiful loyal Oriental woman who I adored. Obsessed with the big boobs and massive biceps of a muscled beast of a woman who I brought into our lives, Anna abused and drove out my gentle Lei [JP25] while subjecting my son, Ali, and myself to unspeakable abuse. She then took over the family business that we had spent years building up. Five years later, my lovely ex-wife returned like a thief in the night, breaking into our house like a Ninja, fitter and stronger than before and savagely subjected myself and Ali to a brutal beating with astounding martial arts skills she had dedicated herself to mastering [JP25-2].
Karma, some of you would say and you would be right for I deserved it, although in truth I was trying to save her from Anna who would have killed her if she and Ali did not become her sex-slaves, like myself. I merited Lei’s vengeful wrath but the ferocity she unleashed upon Ali was inexcusable. Has she no love at all for the doting son who she raised and nurtured? Had one night of abuse by Anna irreparably transformed a loving wife and mother into a hard cold hearted warrior only focussed on revenge?
Ali and myself were battered and bruised from the vicious drubbing from my ex who wore only a black gi-jacket that showed off fantastic legs that were a lot fuller and shapelier than the skinny ones she had before. Knowing she was about to knock me out again, leaving Ali alone with the unforgiving woman I thought I knew so well, I was concerned what further horrors the night would bring in this sorry tale.
++ Ali ++
I laid upon my bedroom floor with my face throbbing from the painful hard kicks delivered by my own mother who now rubbed the sole of a bare foot in my face to reinforce her dominance. Initially joyful at seeing her after so long, I was now terrified by her unreasonably violent retribution using her newfound martial arts skills. Tired of posing over me, which I must admit I found strangely exciting, she turned her back on me and began to walk towards the door. Mother always had large well-shaped calves but now I was astonished by how much more muscular, toned and well-defined they had become. Large double sharp downward-pointing arrow shaped slabs of toned hardness stood out prominently in bold relief with deep clefts between the muscle heads. The amazing size difference between those big balls of muscle and her slim ankles just emphasised their shape and feminity. I loved the way they moved beneath her skin as they flexed and waned with each step. I know I shouldn’t be turned on by my own mother but those muscular calves were the most beautiful and arousing I’d ever seen in real-life.
“Oh Mummy!” I groaned softly.
The calves stopped moving.
“Yes dear?” she asked, looking back over her shoulder.
Oh crap she’d caught me staring like a pervert! I was terrified of getting another Karate beating.
“Oh, I...” I was flustered. “It’s good to have you home again.”
Mother slowly turned around with suspicion in her eyes. I had never felt so menaced by her before and struggled to hide the trembling.
“That’s an odd thing to say given you were begging and whimpering a few moments ago.”
It was like being a kid again and caught doing something naughty.
“You were staring at the back of legs.” she stated.
She turned around and began walking back towards me and I was petrified.
“Please don’t punish me any more,” I trembled in fear.
“Then tell me the truth.”
“Your calves are sensational,” I admitted, quivering in fright of a violent response. “You must have been training very hard. They suit you.”
The legs came right up close to my face and I saw how much thicker her thighs were with signs of latent strength but tried not to stare.
“Are you afraid of mummy?”
Her voice was softer and seemed to show some emotion other than anger for the first time this dreadful night. Looking up at her standing over me, it was impossible not to notice how short the gi jacket was as it barely covered her panties.
“Your legs look much healthier and fitter,” I told her, unable to stop now that I had started although nervous of her reaction. “You learning martial arts is amazing, I can hardly believe it. You’ve become so much stronger and flexible. You’re incredible!”
“Think with your brain not with your dick when you speak to me!”
“Sorry Mummy,” I cowered before her.
“Oh stop being so pathetic. Stand up Ali. Face me like a grown man.”
I did as she commanded, fearing painful reprisal if I did not.
Even though I towered over her, I felt intimidated by the fearsome fighting skills my petite mother had demonstrated and how readily she beat Dad and myself up.
“Do want sex with mummy?”
“No, I swear!”
“I’m not blind, Ali. Those shorts don’t hide your arousal.”
I was shocked and ashamed, for the front of my boxers stuck out like a horizontal tent! Mother’s hands moved and I flinched, but instead of attacking me, they went to her black belt, the symbol of her new frightful power. I thought she was just tightening it when to my surprise the front of the jacket fell loose. Confronted by the cups of a small pale yellow lacy bra holding a good-sized pair of soft orbs thrusting towards me with a sexy cleavage between, I couldn’t stop looking! I never made a habit of looking at Mother’s bust, however I was sure that they had got bigger and was alarmed to see her nipples jut out like thick studs pressing against the fabric!
“Sorry mummy,” I gasped feeling my face blush.
An unwanted lurch inside my boxers forced me to avert my gaze. A cruel smirk indicated she knew what she was doing but why would she do such a thing?
“What about this?” she asked.
By instinct I looked back and saw the jacket was pulled wide open.
“Oh Mummy, you’re a goddess!” I gasped at the unexpected sight.
Standing right before me was a slim taut midriff deeply etched with a hard ribbed washboard stomach!
“You’ve got abs! They’re beautiful,” I gasped unable to contain my emotions.
It was a real shock and the last thing I’d ever expected my mother to have, especially as well-defined and deeply cut as these. She had previously not been the sporty type.
“I have worked out 7 days a week to master the martial arts and condition my body accordingly to become a hardened weapon of vengeance,” she boasted. “You no doubt have been sitting around playing computer games, masturbating over muscle women porn while dreaming of unnatural sex with your step-mother. No! don’t try to deny it.”
The way the blocks of hardness rose and fell as Mother breathed was mesmerising and sexy. Appealing to my fetish, I was really turned on by that living carpet of sensual muscle.
“Look at this,” she pointed to her hard ribbed belly. “Then take a good look at yourself. Do you see the difference? Mine requires dedication and commitment.”
“I’m not into lifting weights and the gym,” I mumbled defensively.
“Which is why that bitch walks all over you!”
“They are so sexy and look so solid,” I groaned before realising I spoke aloud.
With a smug smile, Mum put her hands behind her head and those abs tightened and hardened to form a muscular central area on her stomach on which a double column of prominent deep-cut brawn flexed into clearly defined relief with sharply defined cords leading from their sides sloping diagonally upwards to the sides of her chest. On her tiny frame, that living wall of writhing muscle seemed all the more formidable and sensationally erotic that had me absolutely rigid and throbbing in seconds. You are disgusted by that? I’m sorry but I have a female muscle fetish and Mum’s surprising ripped abs were so sexy I had to fight the urge to whip out my dick and rub it up and down that washboard knowing that in no time I would be coating it with my adoration. If I wasn’t so frightened of her, I would have loved to worship her right there and then. Sorry if you don’t like it but that was the effect it had on me. Have you any idea how conflicted that made me?
Trying to force myself to stop staring at Mum’s beautiful toned bumpy belly, I saw how the sides of her middle sloped down dramatically on either side from somewhere at the back of her arm pits to a small waist before curving out to slightly wider hips. It gave her a very feminine hour-glass figure which I honestly could not remember her having before. Don’t accuse me, I bet you don’t go around looking at your mother’s figure either! That flattering feature contrasted with the sexy muscular mid-riff.
“Go on then, punch me hard in the belly, son. Then tell me I’m not strong,” she said with confidence. “But be careful not to break your wrist.”
“I would never hit you Mother, I love you.”
“You were keen to bash my brains out with a golf club earlier.”
“I thought you were an intruder.”
The way she glowered at me was frightening but I wasn’t going to hit her. Instead I gently placed my palm on her belly and began to feel it.
“Beautiful!” I gasped. “They’re really hard!”
I was stunned by the rock-hard slabs of muscle covered by silky smooth skin beneath my palm. That they belonged to my previously non-athletic mature mother made it all the more amazing.
“Orrr I love you mummy,” I groaned, unable to hide my true feelings from my voice.
Giving me a hard glare, Mother knocked my hand away.
“S ... sorry,” I stammered in terror of the wrath that would be unleashed.
To my surprise her hands went to the gi top and slipped it off, letting it fall to the floor. How do I make you understand the impact of the stunning transformation of my mother’s body as she stood before me, only in her bra and panties? For 18 years of my life, she was a petite skinny woman who rarely displayed her body. Now after a 5 year absence, I was faced with her as a 55 year old woman showing off the kind of physique that only previously existed in my dreams!
“That’s it, take a good look!”
I couldn’t do anything else. Broad shoulders and well-defined shoulder caps with a highly toned body tapered into a narrow waist, while firm brawny arms hung by her side in a manner that reminded me of a female bodybuilder. Prominent biceps veins on much thicker arms than previously and thick sail-like forearms made me feel quite intimated. She had put on weight, which wasn’t a bad thing as she had been quite scrawny but it was clearly all muscle. Where my mother stood was an awesome muscular physique built to an incredible standard.
“Now you see what mummy has achieved during her time in exile,” she said with a teasing smirk, able to see very well the effect it was having on me.
“Oh yes, you look amazing,” I groaned in sheer lust.
Yes, I know she’s my mother but this beautifully muscled body right before me in my bedroom could have stepped out of a dream. It was the lean muscled physique of a fighter rather than the bulky body of a powerlifter like Anna or the skinny figure of the mother from my memories. My brain recognised Mother’s face but my dick was aching for the unfamiliar fit toned body.
“Orrr,” I was unable to stop groaning as she raised her well-toned arms and flexed them.
A knowing smirk appeared on her face as my cock instantly lurched inside my boxers.
“That better be a gun in your boxers,” she said, staring pointedly at my groin. “Although that’s a funny place to keep it.”
You think I’m an incestuous pervert but imagine you found muscular women sexy and you hadn’t seen your mum for a long time. Maybe you had gone to college, or moved away because of work or you got married. Maybe she only wore clothes that kept herself covered up. Now you see her after all this time and find her in a bikini or undies with a body that could compete in a bodybuilding contest and win! Wouldn’t you have the same reaction as me? No? Then screw you!
“They’re so big!” I gasped, unable to believe my eyes.
Compared to the thin arms she had previously, they were now much thicker and sported huge peaked biceps. It came as quite a shock. Her arms looked over a quarter of their former size bigger taking her biceps well over 13 inches at least! Given her petite slender build, they looked huge on her! Thick solid mounds of curvaceous bulging muscle with noticeable peaks stood proud on Mother’s mature arms making me feel weak and a failure as a son and man. Not only that but her legs were just as thick, strong-looking and well-developed. The implied power in those legs made me want to get between them and be scissored helpless but was too terrified to ask.
I never expected Mum’s biceps to be so big, peaked and defined; or legs just as sensational. Although not as intimidating as Anna’s massive guns, the impact was stunning and went straight to my dick. Oh the body on her! If only she weren’t my mother I’d want to seriously worship her! Quietly panting fast, on the verge of hyperventilating, my dick jerked strongly up and down in a constant rhythm that made the front of my shorts flap around like a flag in a strong gale. Flexing and slowly pumping her amazing biceps, Mother leered openly at my throbbing erection.
“Wow! No wonder Anna likes you!” she said, adding to my discomfort. “I can certainly see how it makes you feel knowing mummy is far stronger than you as well as being a superior fighter.”
I couldn’t stop staring at those big toned bulging biceps and remarkable washboard abs. Could this really be my mother or was I dreaming? The aches and bruises from the hard beating she had given me suggested otherwise.
“Please don’t beat me!” I whimpered. “I can’t help my reaction to your amazing body. It is truly sensational and I’m just a man.”
Why was she doing this? Was she getting a thrill out of intimidating her own son?
“What’s the matter son?” she sneered observing my reaction. “Scared?” She again pointedly stared at my beating erection with a smirk. “Or aroused? Are you just going to ogle me with that thing pointing at me or do you want to stick it in me?”
I find the tears welling up and hanging my head in shame, I broke down sobbing as I forced myself to tell her the terrible truth.
“I’m a pervert, Mother! I get turned on by muscular women and women who do martial arts and wrestling and capable of dominating defeating men. It’s a perverted fetish, I’m so sorry to be a disappointment to you.”
Not that I said it as coherently as that. It was embarrassing to talk about it with my mother. I also tried to explain that was why I couldn’t help such a shameful reaction when scissored between Anna’s huge muscular thighs that dreadful night 5 years ago or my disgusting reaction to Mother’s remarkably transformed body. Sobbing in abject misery I felt my Mother stand close over me and waited for the executioner’s blow to put this sick pervert out of this nightmare permanently. To my surprise, she sat down next to me and slipped a comforting arm around my shoulders and pulled me close and began telling me soothing words in a soft voice.
++ Joe ++
I dreamt I was on a bumpy camel ride across the desert in the sweltering heat. Another bump and my eyes opened to find a totally different and bewildering scene. Recognising the décor of the walls, I knew I was not in the desert but my bedroom! Neither was I on a camel but lay across the shoulders of someone strong enough to carry me. Judging by the subdued lighting and darkness outside, it was nighttime. Whoever was carrying me seemed small and stocky yet impressively strong to lift and carry a man who must have been easily twice her own bodyweight.
How did I know it was a ‘she’? Looking down, I saw she was in her bra and panties with smooth hairless legs further down. With each step she took with me weighing her down, although she did not show it, powerful sleek slabs of muscle flexed on otherwise rather appealing slender thighs. Shining with good muscle tone, they were sturdy enough to effortlessly carry my heavy body. In fact they were so lean and well-defined I could clearly make out her quadriceps bulging with every step! Likewise, even further down her calves were large, muscular and well-defined, rippling with visible power. Watching the sensual play of leg muscles, looking down from across her shoulders caused a stiffening in my groin. Despite the significant difference in height and weight, the intruder carried me with ease.
Clearly too short and with legs too slender to be the she-beast, Anna, I remembered the intruder that turned out to be my ex-wife, Lei, who gave Ali and myself a brutally severe beating with astonishing martial art skills she never possessed before. She must have knocked me out, which was disturbing and dispensed with the gi jacket. Wandering around in just her undies was also out of character of the woman I had married but I knew it was Lei although this was nothing like body I knew for it was more sturdy and more healthy.
“What have you done to our son? Have you hurt him?”
“Oh, awake are you?” she replied as I bobbed along on her shoulders. “He is resting. Let us say he helped me see the mental harm I was doing to him and we’ve come to an understanding and leave it there.”
I thought her mood sounded less belligerent.
“You look much healthier, stronger and fitter,” I complimented her. “It really suits you.”
“Says the man who left me for a sexually sadistic large cow with huge udders and over-sized biceps,” she snorted in derision.
“I really regret that, I truly do but I feared she would kill you and Ali if I refused.”
“How do you like being up there, you weakling?” she sneered. “Is your little oriental ex lifting you as if you weigh next to nothing? You must be wondering what I am going to do to you next.”
She was right, it was humbling to be to be carried across her shoulders and didn’t want another painful demonstration of her martial arts skills.
“There are so many possibilities to prolong your humiliation and it serves you right for abandoning me. I’m going to enjoy every second of it.”
That conversation came to an abrupt end as Lei threw me down upon the mattress of the double bed we once shared. After I’d stopped bouncing, I scrambled to the edge of the bed to watch as she turned around to head for the door.
“Wow!”
I was taken aback by the stunning shape of Lei’s torso from behind. Off the bed in no time, I came up behind her as she closed the door and tentatively placed my hands upon the back of her shoulders. They tensed but she did not turn and give me a hard kicking. It sickened me that I had become that frightened of her.
“Lei, you look sensational,” I exclaimed. “No don’t turn yet,” I begged as I felt her about to face me. “Your back is phenomenal. It’s beautifully muscled and the shape of it!” I gasped.
I ran my hands along the width of her shoulders taking in the hard rocky feel beneath her soft skin.
“Your shoulders are so much wider and thicker.”
“Oh no, really?” she remarked sarcastically.
“These are lats, right?” I asked feeling the thick triangular shaped slabs of muscle that ran down from the back of her neck extending most of the width of her broad shoulders and quite a way down the centre of her back.
“No, they are trapezius muscles or traps,” she replied. “The laterals are the large flat muscles stretching to the sides behind the arm.”
That Lei wasn’t kicking 7 bells of hells out of me but speaking with me normally was promising. I gently placed my hands where she indicated and followed the wide inverted triangular slopes of her sides towards her notably smaller waist.
“That’s an impressive hour-glass figure,” I remarked. “I bet you get a lot of appreciate glances from men.”
“As long as that is all they do. I doubt any of my old dresses fit me any more if the bitch hasn’t thrown them all out.”
“I hid quite a few in a trunk in the loft,” I admitted. “I can always buy you new ones if they don’t fit.”
“Thank you, that was thoughtful.”
That was the first sign of kindness she had shown me this night and hoped reconciliation was possible but didn’t want to push it.
“Your back is truly remarkable.”
Exploring the thick rugged muscular contours with my palms, I noted the incredibly level of muscle mass, tone and definition. There was no doubt that she had been working out hard in the gym as well as in the Dojo.
“The shape, the density of the thick layered muscle. I’ve never seen anything like it. It’s beautiful, absolutely incredible. It’s like an aerial shot of very rugged landscape.”
Placing my hands on each shoulder I gently turned my petite and muscular ex around to face me.
“Wow! you look amazing,” I exclaimed at the body of the slender pint-pot muscle woman that stood before me.
“Like Father, like son,” she sneered.
Did she just stare at the front of my groin?
“What?” I asked but there was no reply.
I sensed there was some anger there and remembered the unexpected violence of her attack but couldn’t ignore the sensational body before me.
“Oh Lei!,” I gasped seeing her taut incredible deeply ridged six-pack.
I couldn’t stop myself reaching out to touch and feeling them, getting highly aroused by her strongly sculpted physique.
“What a remarkable transformation! Your abs are amazing. Your whole body is amazing!” I gasped. “and so are your fighting skills.”
“I need to be strong and a good fighter so I can punish the she-whore!” she snapped, angrily knocking my hands away. “And you are no longer my husband and free to touch me up.”
I hold up both hands in a sign of appeasement.
“I’m sorry. You are right.”
“Do you fancy me, Joe?”
“More than anything! I think you are beautiful. You are looking great and really very sexy. I mean it and I fancy you like crazy.”
“Then perhaps you shouldn’t have divorced me to marry She-Hulk!”
“I thought I was saving you from execution at her hands but in hindsight I should have discussed it with you first.”
“You would have still done what you wanted,” she accused. “Now it’s left to me to sort her out for once and for all.”
The image of my petite formerly docile oriental wife as a beautifully muscled fighting machine was arousing but the thought of her going up against the big-built mean woman with massive muscles who had taken her place was disturbing.
“Yes you are strong and skilled but Anna is a powerfully built sadistic killer,” I told her. “She has destroyed assassins and thugs sent by gang-land bosses and she has taken those gangs over.”
“I will deal with the bitch-cow,” she stated confidently.
“Lei, please listen,” I begged reaching out for her right hand.
That’s when I noticed how sturdy her forearm was. With an outward curving outer edge opposing a lesser slope of the inside edge which radiated from slim wrists, it spread out like an elongated lop-sided triangular tower to a substantial base above the elbow. I was amazed to see visible tendons and writhing veins giving the forearm a formidably strong appearance. The thought went through my mind that I didn’t want to arm-wrestle her! Well maybe once she was in a better more playful mood!
Angrily twisting herself free from my grip, Lei raised her arms bent at the elbow and with fists clenched, angled the thick forearms slightly towards the sides of her head. Utterly stunned, I stared in astonishment as thick peaked biceps swelled into existence in a strange kind of moving bulging muscular motion.
“Want to show me yours?,” she sneered.
On her petite slender figure they looked brawny and proportionately huge, and I had to admit bigger and stronger than mine.
“You didn’t do too well against me in unarmed combat. Do you really fancy your chances against this fit body in a test of strength?”
My dick was rigid at the unexpected large muscle on my sweet ex-wife’s arms. While nowhere near as massive as Anna’s fearsome monsters, they were still an impressive size and large enough to make me question my own masculinity.
Lei’s biceps had enough curves to remain feminine and I couldn’t help noticing how her breasts rose up into quite large rounded balls of womanhood.
“I’ve not had a boob job. My strong pectorals hold them firmer,” she said seeing the focus of my eyes. “Do you think you are a match for me?” she sneered.
“I don’t want to fight you,” I replied.
“Look at my arms, abs and legs. I can outmuscle you in any test of strength.”
That made me look down at her legs and saw that although thicker than previously but far noticeably larger calves, they were still quite lean with remarkable muscle tone and clear definition of a group of the three major muscle groups in each upper thigh. She had quads!
“Do I make you ashamed to be a man?”
“I feel ashamed that I did not put up enough of a fight for you but Anna was too strong.”
“I am too strong for you!”
Was I really intimated by a tiny woman with a sweet face? With that body and the martial arts skills she unleashed earlier, you bet I was.
“That black belt and those muscles doesn’t mean you should become a bully!” I protested. “Don’t sink down to Anna’s level. You’re better than that.”
“You’re right. She is a sadistic super-bitch but I now find myself sharing the value of being a strong woman.”
Lowering her arms she stepped closer and I involuntarily stepped back. Even relaxed, her arms were lean and toned and the prominent biceps veins unnerved me.
“Scared of your little ex-wife?” she teased while taking another step closer.
“Lei, Anna is the common enemy. We need to work together to fix the problem.”
“You’re a problem and I’m going to fix you.”
Before I could react, Lei’s slender but brawny arms darted out towards my head. She managed to get one around the back of my neck before I managed to stop her other arm linking up. With my hand clasping hers, she stared into my eyes while her short body pressed against mine, there was amusement in her face as I struggled to hold back her arm. Her hand kept pressing against mine, pushing it back towards me. I couldn’t believe it, she really was stronger than me!
“Not nearly enough to handle me, old man,” she laughed.
With a bulge of gym-trained biceps and a surge of pure strength, my hand was pushed right back against my chest. She may be small but I just couldn’t stop her, she was too strong! Her hands joined up in a noose around my neck and forced my head down with an irresistible force. Looking down at the floor, gritting my teeth and feeling my face flush red, I tugged at her sinewy arms but found them as solid as steel. Her forearms felt brawny like a dock-worker, firm and thick with thick tendons, slabs of hardness and a light vascularity. Out of the corner of my eye I saw rugged swelling biceps with a prominent vein running along the centre topped by well-defined shoulder caps, trapped so close they were really intimidating!
“Do I make you feel inadequate? Because you are.”
With her arms tight around my neck, Lei slipped to the right side of my body. It felt good when she pressed her side against mine until she suddendly yanked my head backwards with her arms and I felt her pert backside thrust against my rear. In alarm I felt my feet leave the floor as my body flipped backwards over her slender hip. In horror, I found myself falling face down before slamming into the mattress so hard, I bounced. I tried to crawl to the edge of the bed when suddenly I was driven into the mattress as Lei leapt upon my back.
“Oh no, you’re not getting away. I’ve not finished with you yet!”
A bare arm slipped beneath my neck while her other hand pushed at the top of the back of my head to keep it in place. I grabbed the forearm to press it deeper into the mattress and away from my throat but it was like an iron girder and wouldn’t budge. Struggling, I tried to move hoping my greater bodyweight could shift her. However, the ripped female beef around my neck was like a steel clamp and zapped my energy.
I felt soft bra-cupped breasts squish against my upper back as Lei brought her small sensual mouth close to my ear to speak softly into it.
“Well old man, this is the moment you realise wrestling with your ex in the bedroom is not going to be the foreplay to reconciliation you were hoping for.”
After the painful beating she had given me earlier with her unexpected martial arts skills and the more recent surprise of her muscular development, I should have learnt to keep my mouth shut.
“Not ... old. Only ... huh... 6 years older ... huh ... than you,” I struggled and failed to loosen the choking hold across my throat enough to speak clearly.
“Really? Well lets see how sprightly you are then.”