The Internet Date
Copyright© 2014 by Jim Priest
Chapter 5. Like Father, Like Son
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 5. Like Father, Like Son - Professional male seeks female muscular Judo black-belt looking for fun
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Coercion Consensual FemaleDom
I was just returning to the entrance of the garage when I heard footsteps and turned around. A man walked around the corner “Oi mate, you ain’t seen my son have you. My height, not as good looking as me. Likes to hang out round here with his mates. Oh there they are, looks like they’ve been on the piss” he saw the bodies and assumed they were drunk and passed out. There was a sudden groan from inside the garage and I turned to see Jean standing over the loud-mouthed youth who looked dazed as he lay at her feet. The man pushed past me entering the garage. “Oi! You keep away from my son, you crazy old bat” under the lights inside I saw that he was a big built man with an ugly brutish face with a nose that had been broken in the past and not mended right. “You’re that crazy old bag who goes around with her tits half hanging out and what the fuck are you wearing that for you loony cow. You should be locked up in a care home” his voice was loud and belligerent. “Shut the door Frank” “No, leave it Frank if you know what’s good for you. I’ve just come out the nick from a 3 year stretch so I’ll won’t leave any witnesses around if you know what I mean” “Well that explains his behaviour. Like father like son” Jean grumbled. “Shut up you daft bitch or I’ll shut it up for you, come on Brad get off the floor””Dad?” the youth still looked a bit dazed. “Why’s your dick hanging out? You ain’t been fucking old ladies have you? You’ve been in a fight? Why are you on the floor? Who did this to you?. Did you do this mate?” he addressed the last question to me. “I did” the petite stout build old woman stated.
As his head turned towards Jean, she became a tornado of violence. “Hai! Hai! Hai! Hai!” her short thick legs kicked out alternatively in a blur mashing his face driving him back across the width of the garage. His head jerking back and forth like it was on a spring as a constant barrage of powerful kicks bombarded his head without let. “Yah! Yah! Yah! Yah!” she began punching his gut in a blur of motion. Her fists drilling so deep and with such force that his feet kept leaving the floor as his body jerked under the impact of each blow. “Oh yeaahh! Screw youuu!” she shouted into his disbelieving face as he struggled for air. Seizing his arm she quite literally threw him from one end of the garage to the other using a quick-fire series of shoulder throws and spinning wrist throws, using brutal arm-locks in between to get him to his feet. “Bah! Ha! Bah! Ha!” twisting his arm she laughed at his inadequacy to defend himself as blindingly fast kicks repeatedly hammered his gut, chest and face, his body jerking uncontrollably under their power. “Dad!” loud-mouth cried in dismay as his father crashed to the floor in defeat. I quickly closed the door in case some other angry CHAV fathers were on the prowl.
“Now get your dick out and give me a good laugh” Jean growled. I could see the anger in his eyes. He struck like a snake, grabbing her ankles then pulling her over onto her back. Quickly kneeling he tried to push his way between her legs, his big hands reaching for her throat. Jean quickly bent back her legs at the knees and placed her feet upon the tops of his thighs. Bringing her knees together she forced him to draw back his hands forming a leggy barrier between them. As he tried to sit up to raise himself above the height of her knees so he could reach her face with his balled up fist. She pulled one foot back. “Hai!” it shot forward hammering the centre of his chest. WHUMP “Yai!” it struck again blasting him right in the middle of his face. BAM! “Orgaghh!” quickly both feet were placed on his chest. “Bah!” her short strong legs snapped straight and he went flying across the garage. BAM! “Orrrragh I’ll get...” he paused mid-sentence watching the old pensioner in the Gi jacket walk over to a stack of 3 thick concrete slabs raised on bricks. “Yah!” her fist hammered down and all three slabs broke up and fell to the floor. His eyes were wide and his face ashen. “Yai!” his jaw dropped as the old lady executed a perfect axe kick and held it with her leg fully raised, her flexibility exposing her bare pussy. “Don’t hurt me” he yelped as she walked towards him. He scrambled to his knees. “Hai!” the side of her hand chopped the back of his neck sending him crashing back to the floor.
“Get it out or I’ll give him brain damage” Jean growled. The brutish man looked up, his expression turning to horror at the sight of his son kneeling with the crazy old lady crouching behind with a brawny forearm tight across his throat with the hand clasping the crook of her other arm, elbow resting on his shoulder with the forearm pointing upwards with the hand open. She looked very confident, very powerful, ruthlessly dominant. There was no doubt that she knew what she was doing. Already his eyes had began to glaze over. “Ok ok just let him go” His dad begged but the old woman ignored him and ruthlessly maintained the hold. “You’re f-ing crazy” he mumbled. The sound of his zip signalled his compliance. With his son’s zombie stare upon him he pulled out his dong before Jean discarded his son to one side.
“Crazy am I?” Jean grumbled then stomped over to the remains of the broken concrete slabs on the floor. I loved watching her big wide calves bunch and flex as she walked. “Hai!” suddenly she leapt high into the air tucking her knees right up in front of her chest, curling her flexible old body into a small ball that span quickly head over heels. Her legs snapped out as she came down. BLAM! bits of concrete flew every-which-way as the broken slabs exploded into a thousand little pieces. Standing barefooted in the rubble, she showed no signs of exertion. Her small grey eyes locked onto to the father with laser-like precision. “How’s that for crazy, boy?” he looked nervous as the old woman in the gi top walked fowards with deliberate teasing slowness. “Go on, Dad, you can take her” loud-mouth junior shouted in encouragement. “Yes, go on Dad. I really want to see you try” Jean sneered. For a second it looked like he was getting up to fight. Moving like a cat, Jean seized his wrist and bent his forearm backwards over her broad hip forcing him yelping and dancing in agony to his feet. She then twisted his forearm back to his shoulder and brought her face right up close to his. “Bah!” she yelled in his face. He visibly jumped and a spurt of piss escaped his exposed dick luckily for him just missing her.
Raising his left arm up high into the air, the amazing old woman turned her back on him as she got underneath it. “Hai!” her right leg snapped up high in a flexible, standing split kick that powered her foot over her shoulder and right into his face. CRACK! his nose breaks in a garish spray of blood. “Now you know why I wear a gi top with a black belt” she states as fact. Spinning back around under his arm, her bare leg kicks up again. “Yah!” BAM! his face snaps back savagely as her foot strikes like sledgehammer. He would have fallen if Jean hadn’t been holding his arm. Taking hold of his shirt with one hand while still keeping his arm raised with the other, she spun her back to him once more. Squatting before him she thrust her wide buttocks back into his groin. Looking dazed from the awesome kicks, his eyes suddenly go wide with astonishment as he feels the electric sexual tingle in his exposed dick against her bare buttocks. Leaning forward slightly she forces him to stand onto his toes. “Orrrrr!” he moans as she keeps him in that position with his arm still held high. “Savour the pleasures an old woman can bring you” Jean teased as his dick rapidly became stiff against her backside. “Orrrrrr!” the exciting feeling stimulating his cock is really getting to him. “So you still think I should be locked up in a care home?” she growled. With that she bent sharply forwards lifting his helpless body off the floor and tossing him over her head. “Haiiii-Yaaah!” his legs whipped into the air as his head was pulled down then went over onto back in mid-air as he hurtled towards the hard concrete floor. BERLAM! I felt the vibrations through my feet.
Once again Jean shows no mercy as the man’s wrist which is in still in her grip, is ruthlessly bent back forcing him straight back to his feet. He looks stunned as a dangerous old crone faces him and wraps her arms around his back locking his arms inside hers steadfastly against his body. “Urgh!” he grunts in surprise as her short thick arms pull him into a tight bear hug that has him gasping for breath and turning red in the face. Her gi jacket has fallen wide at the bottom and I can see that his erection is pressing right up against her grey haired covered pussy. The strong little old lady leans back slightly, lifting his body off the floor a bit then holding it there so he is no doubt what he is feeling. “Ohhhh my Goddd!” he gasps in high arousal from the exciting contact of her pussy against his dick. “Just think. A little old grey haired 86-year old lady is in complete control of your weak and weak-willed body” she taunts him. “Look at how daddy is getting turned on by the old granny who is beating him up. She’s a much better lay than mummy” she sneered. The emotional conflict is plain to see as he is humiliated in front of his son yet very plainly, by the state of his cock, sexually excited by the old woman.
“Admit it, this Judo granny is too much of a woman for you to handle, go on say it” she growled. “Uh uhhh uhh yessss yes you’re far too much for arhhh me to handle” the man gasped “Arghhh please put me down”. “Why certainly” she replied. Suddenly with her legs wide astride she just bent right over backwards, like a back-bridge carrying him raised in her arms. “Haiii!” BERLAM! His head smashed into the concrete floor then the rest of his body flopped over it. Jean simply stood back upright again. “Oh Jean!” I gasped. I’d seen her do some pretty amazing things tonight and show incredible flexibility but I had never expected her to do such an awesome suplex move.
“Well Brad” she said the name with distaste. “Do you like what the little old granny is doing to Daddy? Why don’t you come and take his place? I think he needs a long rest” she taunted. Brad had gone as white as a sheet. The big tough seemed barely able to move, he was too wiped out after that devastating move. His arms and legs twitched randomly. “Come on, get up and take me” she taunted. “Please, please, no more, I give” he panted sounding utterly exhausted. “I said GET UP” “Please, please, I can’t take it any more” he sobbed pathetically. Jean just laughed cruelly locked his right arm in a nasty arm-bar that looked like it would snap it at any moment and forced him to his feet again. “Look Brad, this is what happens to bad parents” she said. “Please no more” his father broke down “Three years in jail is is nothing compared to you, please stop” he was in tears. “Maybe you are better off being back there” Jean replied coldly showing no emotion.
Forcing the weeping man to face her, Jean hooked his right arm beneath her left, pinning his hand in her arm pit. Her other hand came up from under his arm and grabs hold of his right shoulder while her right hand grabs the front of his shirt below the neck. Raising her leg, her right foot steps onto his groin. “Nooooo!” he whines as her hard heel pins his cock upright against his navel. Jean bends her left knee into a semi crouch forcing him to lean forward just a slight bit while maintaining that hold for a while to let him suffer. “Orrrrr!” he moans from the feeling of her old calloused strong foot on his dick. “Please, you’re too much woman for me to handle” he begs with a whine. “Not so tough now are you?” she sneers “this will all be over soon”. With that she straightens her left leg then quickly falls backwards to the floor forcing his body to fall forward. Straightening her right leg with a visible surge of power flexing in her thick thigh, she throws his body over her so hard in a high arcing corkscrew. “Kiiiii-Yaaaaah!” BALAM! He is thrown with such force that he flies clear across the garage and lands hard against the far wall with his back on the floor with his legs splayed against the wall. The amazing old woman in the gi top returns to her feet in that spectacular hands-free splayed legged manner of hers while the big thug remains motionless.
Jean turned towards Brad, the corners of her mouth turning up in an uncommon and somehow disquieting smile. After the scene that had unfolded before him, his dick showed his sexual excitement from witnessing a very old grumpy tightly curled dyed grey haired woman in a gi jacket with a black belt destroy his father with her formidable martial arts skills. As she slowly approached his twitching cock indicated his longing while his face showed his fear. “Get up” she commands and he obeys without question, still in shock after witnessing her domination of his father. He knows he has no chance against her. “Please don’t hurt me” he whimpers as Jean takes hold of right wrist and raises his arm outwards to shoulder level. “You should have thought of that before you came in here” Jean grumbled as she slowly bends at the waist to her left until she is perpendicular to her left leg. He watches in fear and lust as her right leg is raised bent at the knee, lifting the hem of the gi jacket exposing her gaping hairy pussy. “Aren’t you ashamed that an old granny is beating you and your daddy up and there’s nothing you two can do about it?” she taunted. He opened his mouth to reply. “Haaaiiii!” her right leg shoots straight up in a flash in a perfect vertical split. CRACK! her foot blasts his cheek, cracking it in the process. “Argh!” he screams. Her foot drops back on the floor.
Immediately she pulls his right arm around the left side of her neck while pressing the right side of her body firmly against his. He is in shock over his smashed cheek as Jean squats down and slides her right arm between his legs then takes a firm hold of the back of his jeans. His dick is pinned against his crotch by the top of her upper arm. “Ohhh!” he gasps as her short thick biceps swells into his cock. “Orrrr orrrr orrrr!” her bicep bulged and relaxed several times. “How does it feel young man, to be so badly beaten by a Judo granny and yet you get sexually excited by her as well?” without waiting for a reply, the strong little bulldog of a woman stood up straight, lifting the young man off the ground with her biceps between his legs. “Eeeeyaaaah!” twisting sharply to her right Brad’s helpless body is thrown away in a high arc. BERLAM! he lands heavily upon his side leaving him howling in pain.
Jean still had hold of his wrist and once more the Queen of the wicked wrist lock forced him back up. She looked so dominant as the young thug writhed and whimpered in her hands. “Oh please you’re too much. You’re killing me” “Stop you’re whining or I will kill you” she snapped. Locking both his wrists together with just a single hand, the old woman raised his arms high while turning beneath them. Pulling his hands back down tightly against her pneumatic chest, he was pulled tight forcing his body to be plastered against her wide back. Her left hand snaked around the back of his head and pulls his left cheek against her perspiring saggy own. Thrusting her wide backside into his groin causing the back of the gi to rise up. He gasps aloud as his cock plunges between her buttocks which clamp around it like a vice. With a slight squat, he is loaded onto her back with his feet dangling in the air. “Orrr!” she keeps him there for an extended moment to savour his impotence.”Your daddy thinks I’m an old cow who can’t handle herself. Look at him over there, defeated by a little old lady while you are held helpless and about to moan for my old ass”. I saw her buttocks clenched rock hard then relax rhythmically several times quickly reducing Brad into a moaning idiot “Ohhh ohhhh ohhhh!”. “Well I don’t have time to waste for the likes of you. I have my boyfriend that needs my loving badly so it’s time to put you and your father out of your misery”. “Haaaiiii-aaaaahhhh!!” she yelled so loud it made me jump as she snapped forward at the waist. Brad was a blur as he shot over her shoulder and slammed so hard into the floor that she nearly broke his body in two. BERLAM!
Without hesitation, the wrist-lock Queen forced Brad up again then leads him over to his father. In a moment he too is standing by her side writhing in agony. Standing between father and son, she drops their wrists. “Haaaiiii!” the old lady jumps straight up into the air between them, splits her short strong legs out wide in an amazing perfect wide split. BLAM! Her feet slam straight into their chins so hard that their bodies are knocked clean off their feet and fly back in an arc, their backs slamming hard onto the floor.