Lockdown Wrestling With Mum
by Jim Priest
Copyright© 2022 by Jim Priest
by JimP suggested by Sagar Sagar
“No, James! How much longer is this going to go on?” Mum cried. “It’s not humane keeping us cooped up like this!”
I took her hand to comfort her as we sat on the sofa. Bozo was on the telly proudly proclaiming all the great work he was doing to save us by giving loads more taxpayer money to his multi-millionaire chums to pocket while giving us more restrictions with a mocking smirk on his big fat rich face.
“He never sticks to the rules, it’s one rule for us and none for them,” I remarked.
“The Police were out in force today in their helicopters flying low to check up on us so they can issue more fines. That’s all they care about, making money!”
Mum wasn’t coping well. Gran was very ill in hospital with the virus and we weren’t allowed to visit. There were just the two of us in a flat and so left to me, an 18 year old boy to put my arm around her shoulders for re-assurance as I had done ever since this began. That first night she surprised me by coming into my room and slipping into bed, wanting to cuddle up because she didn’t want to be alone. She was frightened as were we all and so I had to look out for her just she had done for me as a single mother. It was comforting having someone to snuggle up to at night in these worrying times but I felt sorry for those who were on their own.
Mother has a homely elegant face, small, slim and long with high cheekbones and a shallow rounded chin. Beneath fine eyebrows are small slender eyes with brown irises set above a short slender nose with slightly flared nostrils. Her mouth is quite small and pert with slim lips while her naturally curly brown hair was worn short, off the forehead and clear of her ears. In her late 40’s, she stood around 5’3” in bare feet with a nice figure with a fair-size bust, that she kept trim through diet, yoga, aerobics, aqua and jogging.
Until furlough, Mum worked as an assistant in a pharmacy and dressed conservatively in smart jacket-like tops and knee-length skirts that revealed her long slim lower legs, worn with high heels that showed off shapely calves with small hard heart-shaped slabs of toned muscle that I found fascinating and, I admit, quite sexy to watch.
“It’s alright for multi-millionaires like him to tell us to isolate when they’ve got huge blooming country estates to walk about in without encountering anyone except the butler!” she remarked bitterly as the floppy haired charlatan continued in his self-praise. “He should try being cooped up for weeks in a 2-bedroom flat with no balcony let alone garden.”
As a short ‘circuit-break’ stretched into months of never-ending curtailment of freedom, we were bored and agitated in our ‘bubble’. At least I had my college course to occupy me although doing so remotely over a flaky Internet connection was frustrating at times. I missed hanging out with my mates in person and looking at girls wishing I wasn’t too tongue-tied to speak to them! Mum however was going stir-crazy being stuck in the flat except the few occasions she was permitted to go out for ‘essential trips’. Her once a day authorised jog for health reasons got longer and longer and risked a fine from The Police but it was good for her mental health.
We needed something to do together and break the boredom. I had read some stories by Jim Priest where young men got defeated and dominated by their mothers which gave me a massive boner and caused some messy accidents dreaming I was in their place with my own mum! Searching for real-life examples, I found clips of boys playfully wrestling their mums. They were usually annoying boastful kids who I hoped would be put in their place but too often the whole thing was ruined by irritating younger kids and dogs running around. That got me thinking seriously about wrestling Mum. Not in a pervy way but for fun and to break the tedium, although I admit the idea of getting to grips with her was quite exciting. The more I thought about it, the more eager I became but couldn’t see her agreeing. She takes things very seriously and usually has a sour expression that I’m sure puts men off.
The next day after finishing my course work I took my phone with a few links of the better videos I’d found to show Mum in the hope I could convince her to give it a go. As I entered the living room, she was doing Yoga on a large mat. I had to admit that she looked good in a short-sleeved tight-fitting pale blue leotard that flattered her mature yet trim figure. This was worn over sheer tan-coloured tights that made her legs look unblemished and sensational. Unusually for such a straight-laced church-going woman, the leotard was cut very high over her hips and I found myself staring at what was on show. Doing leg stretches oblivious to my presence, it was fascinating to watch the ‘old lady’ yet made me feel like a peeping tom. Her arms and shoulders look toned while those legs were long, lean and flexible. I was about to announce my presence when she grabbed the heel of a foot in each hand and spread her legs into a wide V-shape. That caused a strong lurch in my groin as my eyes were drawn along her inner thighs to the narrow gusset of her leotard stretched provocatively tight over her crotch. I forced myself to look away and turned to return to my room.
“Oh hello, dear. Did you want something?”
“It’s OK, I’ll come back when you’ve finished.”
“Don’t be daft. Sit down,” she indicated the sofa. “Keep me company.”
I did as she asked and watched as she lay on her back with her legs together and straight. They rose vertically in perfect unison and then bent at the hips to fold over above her until her shins were over her face before returning back to the floor to repeat the exercise.
“Not bad for a woman my age?”
“Not bad at all, mum,” I replied feeling pervy for watching how limber she was.
Getting onto all fours on her front with her nylon-clad buttocks pointing right at me, Mum stretched a leg out behind her then bent it back high several times before repeating it with the other leg. With full view of the skimpy gusset protecting her modesty, it was mesmerising but caused a stirring where it shouldn’t!
“So what do you want?” she asked while exercising her sleek body.
“We should do something together to break the monotony and help bond us better. Something fun.”
“We could do Yoga together.”
Now on her back, her hands and feet pressed against the floor as she nimbly pushed herself into a high back bridge with her flat belly thrust into the air while her barely-covered crotch thrust towards me. I felt an alarming lurch in my dick and quickly averted my eyes.
“Not my idea of fun,” I groaned.
“Then what?”
“We wrestle,” I told her. “For fun, not to hurt each other,” I added seeing the corners of her mouth turn down in disapproval. “A playful tussle to unwind and forget the scary things going on in the world”.
Her face remained hard and unsmiling.
“There is enough violence in the world without you adding to it,” she replied making her displeasure plain.
I was trying think of a response when I stopped to stare in awe as Mum supported her whole body steadily upon her hands in a handstand with both legs off the floor, held straight and stretched out together behind her angled slightly upwards. How did she keep so rock steady? I really wanted to wrestle that fit body!
“That’s amazing, Mum!” I gasped while my dick lurched again. “Please Mum, I really want to do this. It will be fun, we won’t hurt each other. We can make it interesting, like the loser will have to do all the chores until the next match.”
“I don’t know.”
“I’ve got some videos we can watch.”
Mum stopped to sit down beside me on the sofa. Telecasting the links to the TV we watched a few together.
“Really James, and how young were those kids? 7? 8?” she said. “It’s alright playing like that at that age.”
She never did, I thought bitterly to myself. I couldn’t remember her ever playing with me as a kid.
“But not an 18-year old!”
“Come on Mum, we need a break from the tedium! It will be good for our mental health and bring us closer. Give it a try and if it doesn’t work we’ll have to think of something else.”
Mum nodded in reluctance.
“And what’s with the horrible little brats and dogs running around?”
“We haven’t got any of them in our ‘bubble’ so we’ll just have to do without.”
“OK, we’ll give it a go tomorrow.”
I was so excited about wrestling Mum, I hardly got any sleep and couldn’t focus on college the following day. Any concern that she might change her mind was put to rest as whenever I took a comfort break, I found her watching more son v mum wrestling videos. Finishing my course work, I got into a clean pair of shorts and T-shirt then entered the living room filled with anticipation. The furniture had been moved back to create a space where several towels joined mum’s mat on the floor. My heart soared in anticipation.
“So you decided to turn up,” she said, entering wearing an orange leotard and sheer tan tights. “I thought you had run away from home to avoid this day of reckoning.”
“And miss this opportunity to show my yummy mummy who’s boss,” I grinned.
Standing 6 inches shorter than my 5’9” and looking the homely motherly type, I was confident that this would not only be fun but an easy win.
“I think the winner should do a victory pose standing over the loser and take a selfie as evidence of their win then post it on social media if they refuse the chores.”
“Yes, she will,” she added, stony-faced.
I was thrilled as we faced each other. This was actually going to happen!
“Let’s get this clear. There will be no silliness, no dancing around, no punching or kicking and no inappropriate behaviour,” she told me sternly.
“Fine and you don’t go for my balls,” I kidded and she glared daggers at me.
We began to circle each other warily with our arms open ready to grapple and big smiles because neither of us really knew what we were doing. Mum looked sleek in leotard and tights making me eager to get hold of her.
“Well let’s go then!” she announced and suddenly rushed towards me.
In excitement, our arms came together and locked up. Exhilaration filled me as I stood chest to chest battling with her arms.
“Is that the best you can do?” Mum teased as I tried and failed to get a headlock on her.
I was delighted by her chuckling and a rare smile that brightened up her demeanour.
Mum managed to grab my left wrist with her right hand and I was shocked by the totally unexpected strength of her grip. As I was trying not to wince, she made a grab for my head with her other arm. Our bodies pressed against each other in a thrilling way as I tried to resist. I was surprised when she managed to slip an arm around the back of my neck and pulled my head down by her side! That had me worried but hooked my right leg around the back of hers and swept her foot away beneath her. Because we were tangled up we went down together and ended up rolling around the floor grappling. Given her ‘timid dormouse’ nature I was taken aback by how vigorously she fought, resisting anything I tried and attacking with an energy I had not expected. Rolling back and forth with our bodies entwined as each tried to get the upper hand, the feel of a woman’s body pressing against mine was electrifying as we pitted ourselves against each other.
Attempting to get on top to pin Mum, she bucked sharply with her legs while twisting her hips to flip me onto my back! Rolling that svelte figure on top, she went to grab my neck but I managed to push back against her chin to force her off. Springing back immediately to pin me, I bucked my hips and rocked from side to side to unseat her. Getting to my knees, I found she had done the same and faced me with an intense look of eagerness. Her arms whipped out to grab my head and pulled it down by her side then clasped hands to lock it in place. The back of my neck was tucked beneath her arm which hooked tightly around it forcing the side of my face up against the side of her chest looking out past her back with a view of the side of her buttocks visible by the high cut of her leotard. Shocked that Mum had me in a reversed side-headlock, the feel of her sleekly clad body against me was exhilarating.
“Having problems, James?” she teased as I struggled and failed to escape. “No match for your old mum?”
I never expected Mum to provide a real challenge and it made things really thrilling. The grip of her arm around my neck was much stronger than I had expected. Reaching out with my right hand, I discovered her slim arms were very firm and taut!
“Not so cocky now are you, son?”
Pushing against her stomach with my hands I was astonished how flat and firm it was with absolutely no give at all. It was like pushing against a brick wall!
“Still think you can beat me? Think again,” she told me sounding smug, clearly enjoying this.
I could hear her chuckling as I tugged and pushed, struggling to escape her surprisingly tight headlock. Finally, I managed to get an arm around her waist and lock up with my other hand then summoning all the strength I had, bulldozed her backwards across the floor until she tripped and fell. Taking me with her, we hit the floor and her hold loosened allowing me to escape. I’d never seen the old maid so excited as she flung herself at me with a furious expression trying to recapture my head. Mum was positively glowing with energy and I’d never seen her enjoying herself so much before. She really was very competitive and determined as the sweat poured off me while we struggled back and forth. Finally I managed to get on top and push her arms to the floor to pin beneath my shins.
“Submit Mum?” I asked then tweaked her nose.
“Ow! Stop it!” she shrieked with a mix of giggles and outrage.
She shrieked and giggled some more when I began tickling her sides.
“That’s cheating!” she shrieked between gales of laughter.
“Then submit.”
“OK, you win. I submit!”
I got a buzz hearing those words.
“That was a good match and you were much better than I expected but you lost which means you’re doing the chores,” I told her then stood up.
“Yes, dear,” she replied and went to rise.
“Oh no, you stay there. Remember?” I told her as I got my phone.
I took great relish as I took a selfie with one foot upon Mum’s body as she lay in defeat.
The following evenings went much the same way with mum putting up a spirited attack and defence which made me work hard and all the more enjoyable because of it. After much rolling around on the floor I managed to get her in different holds until finally finding one I could keep her in and force a submission. However she got fed up with losing and didn’t want to continue. I was devastated because I enjoyed the close physical contact. Maybe I’d been too rough and promised to be more gentle but she was adamant. I suggested alternatives which she rejected until I mentioned arm-wrestling and surprised when she agreed.
Facing each other laying on the mat with our right hands clasped and our elbows on the mat we stared into each other’s eyes trying to look tough.
“Best of 3. You’re going to be doing those chores again in a minute, Mum,” I boasted.
She gave me an unimpressed look.
“Don’t you know pride comes before a fall?”
I counted down then went to slam her hand down to the floor.
“Have we started yet?” she stated staring coldly into my eyes.
I strained against her arm which stayed upright and absolute steady like it was made of iron!
“You seem to be having problems and I haven’t even begun yet.”
My arm was trembling as I poured all my strength into it but still her arm was rock-steady! Mum was just an ordinary housewife who didn’t lift heavy weights or do sports. She couldn’t be as strong as this! I pushed my arm as hard as I could but still her arm didn’t budge.
“Enough with your childish boasting, let mummy show you how it’s done,” she said with an arrogant smirk.
I never expected Mum’s upper arm and forearm to thicken while an irresistible force began to drive my hand a good 30 degrees from vertical. My face make awkward contortions and heated up while the sweat formed on my brow. I could feel the muscles in my arm pumping and straining as they began to tire yet Mum seemed to have boundless energy. It’s not like she does serious weight training apart from small neoprene dumbbells and her arms weren’t outwardly muscular. Then I remembered that amazing handstand yoga pose. Maybe that had built up her arm strength? Staring at me with her hard set eyes and nonchalant expression, I’m clenching my teeth to stop myself from crying out loud as the muscles in my arm burn. I try not to stare at her rounded breasts at the front of her form-fitting leotard with very erect nipples looking like they were going to burst right out! It took all of my effort and concentration to oppose the rate of descent enough to stop her slamming my hand to the mat but not enough to halt it’s descent while Mum just stared with a calm smugness. Why can’t I stop her let alone beat her? I was stunned as the back of my hand was pushed steadily lower despite my efforts yet worryingly the feel of her unexpected strength was making me stiff!
“So much for your big mouth writing cheques your arse can’t cash,” she taunted, shocking me with the crudity.
I tried with all my might to stop the slow descent of my hand towards defeat but was failing.
“I’m enjoying the look of panic and pain in your eyes as you realise that I’m stronger than you.”
A mighty surge of power through her arm made me realise she had been holding back and made my cock lurch as the back of my hand slammed against the mat.
“You’re doing the chores tonight, son!”
“I wasn’t ready, you caught me unawares,” I lied shocked by her inexplicable strength.
“Very well, 2 out 3 remember? Maybe you like losing to mummy?”
We took up our places again facing each other with our right hands locked. Again I noticed her erect nipples and pupils dilated in excitement.
“3, 2”
I began pushing on ‘2’ and was pleased to be moving her arm down before to my horror, it stopped dead then began pushing back the other way.
“Cheating will get you nowhere” she scolded with a firm set to her mouth.
There was nothing I could to stop the back of my hand heading towards the mat at a steady pace and watched in humiliation while a hard-on grew in my shorts!
“Yes!” Mum cried in victory.
To my utter amazement, Mum raised her right arm bent at the elbow with the forearm pointing up and flexed in victory. I was stunned as her upper arm thickened noticeably around the biceps. My Mum had muscles! No wonder my cock lurched strongly at the sight of a long mound of hardness along the top of the upper arm while her forearm had a thickness around the base that gave it a strong appearance.
“Last try,” I begged.
“2 out of 3 makes me the winner.”
I knew that but wanted to experience again the power of muscles I never suspected she possessed.
“Please Mum. Let’s try our left arms,” I suggested, praying that she didn’t glance down and spot the stiffness in my shorts.
“I’m all too happy to hand you a good thrashing 3 times in a row.”
This time I couldn’t stop staring at her upper arm as it swelled with exciting muscular shapes while my smirking stern-faced mum powered my left hand down steadily to the mat. There was no mistake about it, Mum had small but definite biceps and her wrists and forearms were brawny enough to be unopposable.
“Yes!” she cried in elation and stood up.
Raising both arms, muscle-Mum flexed her low but hard looking biceps in celebration. I stared at in awe, unable to stop my cock beating steadily at the inexplicable but arousing sight. Maybe it was what I secretly dreamt about but never expected it to happen for real. How could she be as strong as that? As she took a selfie of herself standing over me with a foot on my chest while flexing her biceps there was nothing I could do to prevent my cock rising high in salute.
“Oh Mum!” I gasped, dreadfully turned on, getting to my feet. “You’ve got muscles!”
“Everyone has muscles, dear.”
“Can I feel it?” I didn’t want to sound too eager but I really wanted to feel her biceps.
“Go ahead, James,” she sounded smug and rolled up the right short sleeve to her shoulders so I could see the object of my veneration in all its glory.
Trying not to let my hand shake I laid my palm over the thick low bulge on top of Mum’s upper arm. It was smooth-skinned, feminine and gently curved yet rock-hard. My own arm now seemed weedy by comparison! My erection was stiffer than I had ever experienced and was terrified she would notice. I wanted to remove my hand and return to my room, praying it went down before I did my chores but I was addicted and wanted to feel more.
“That’s amazing, Mum. It really is,” I told her in total honesty, trying to keep the yearning out of my voice as my dick beat steadily inside my pants.
Stretching out my fingers I tried to enclose the bulging muscle with my thumb reaching for its bottom. The first thing that astounded me was that I could barely do it due to its hardness which embarrassingly wasn’t as soft as mine.
“Beating you today was fun,” Mum told me. “It’s got to be really humiliating having your mum defeat you 3 times straight.”
“It’s so hard! It’s amazing!” I gasped.
“I felt really sorry for you. You tried so hard but the outcome was always the same.”
“You did really well today, Mum,” I answered in a distracted tone.
I swear I could feel the latent strength and it made me feel weak and diminished. Were her biceps a bit bigger than mine? They certainly were much harder! That made me feel inferior. She’s my mum for Pete’s sake!
To my surprise Mum grabbed my hands and stretched out my arms wide so we were chest to chest with the forearms vertical. Now that our arms were together, not only did I see both of her biceps bulging solidly up-close but I could also feel their power as she completely immobilised my arms.
“Look! My biceps are bigger than yours. Aren’t they James?”
I didn’t want to think about it. It was so emasculating! Not only did her biceps look more solid and bigger than mine, her forearms had a definite brawny sweep along the outer edge while wider at the base and looked strong too. I was certain they would completely overwhelm me in a trial of strength. All she had to do was angle her hands down to force me to my knees and I would have no chance. My cock throbbed hard at the thought and wishing she would do it! I also noted her slender yet well-defined shoulder caps and noticeable clean lines of her clavicle and small but definite slops of trapezius muscle from the back of her neck to her shoulders. It was something that I never really noticed before.
“You really should do Yoga. It’s so embarrassing for you to be easily overpowered by your own mummy at arm-wrestling.”
“Please stop going on about it,” I mumbled feeling crest-fallen.
I wanted to go to my room, but Mum’s grip on my hands was steely tight. With our bodies pressed together how could she fail to notice my throbbing boner pressing against her belly?
“I need more of a challenge. I can’t wait to get back to wrestling you again properly” she said with a look of eagerness.
Suddenly her hips thrust forwards driving her firm belly into my hard-on pushing it upwards against her taut flat front. I groaned softly as that tantalising bump caused a small leakage into my pants.
“What was that?” she asked, her eyes narrowing in suspicion as she released my hands.
“Eh, nothing, sorry,” I apologised, shame-faced and rushed to my room to get changed.
The next day was Saturday and Mum was out for her daily jog so I slumped down on the sofa flicking through the TV channels trying to find something to watch. Going to the video app I saw the history full of wrestling videos, none of which I recognised. This was how mum would have felt if she came across my browsing history, OK maybe not as bad as that! When she finally returned and had a shower she appeared in a bathrobe to find me playing a computer game.
“I want to wrestle now, James.”
Surprised, I tried to hide my excitement.
“Since you are not a kid, we will wrestle like grown-ups and keep going as long as we can. None of that stopping after a submission malarkey because the matches will be too short and there’s not much else to do around here.”
Maybe I should have thought about that before answering but I was up for it.
“Fine by me,” I told her and hurried off to change.
I returned to find Mum in another daringly high-cut leotard. Maybe it was designed that way to allow full movement of the legs, but it kept distracting my eyes to the continuous amount of tan-nylon from the sides of her buttocks sweeping up to her slim hips. For a mature woman she looked in pretty good condition. All that exercise had given her a firm trim body with a flat stomach and no signs of cellulite or wrinkles. That just increased my desire to get her on the mat.
“Are you going to keep staring or are we going to wrestle?” she told me adopting a wrestling stance.
Taking up a position opposite on new gym mats which she must have ordered online, I was taken aback by her excited look of eagerness.
“I can’t wait to make you beg for mercy, son,” she said looking serious.
“Careful mum, I don’t want to have to hurt you.”
“Oh that’s a risk I’m willing to take. There’s a big pile of laundry with your name on it next to a pile of dirty dishes.”
Locking hands, we leant slightly into each other staring into the other’s eyes. Mum’s brown eyes looked hard and determined but I equally wanted to beat her. Trying to ignore her wobbling bust, our bodies pressed together and I managed to hook my right arm around the side of her neck. Turning sideways into her, I secured a headlock while getting close enough to kick her near-side leg away. We went down together to the mat and I landed on top. Before I could complete a pin, Mum launched a determined resistance and we ended up rolling around the mats with our arms grabbing onto what we could. The feel of her mature body against me was stimulating. I got her on her back again but she managed to bend her legs between us. Pressing the soles of her feet against my belly, I felt a tremendous surge of strength as her legs straightened suddenly sending me flying. Struggling to get my head around what just happened, Mum leapt upon me and rolled me onto my back then laid across my body with a forearm across my throat.
“You’re finished,” she stated, looking down into my eyes with a wide grin.
Putting her upper body-weight behind her forearm with the bony side pressing into my throat, I began to choke. No! this couldn’t be happening! Mum just stared coldly into eyes with no sign of remorse.
“Well that was easier than I expected,” she remarked with a hint of a smirk.
I struggled in vain to buck my hips to knock her off.
“Still think mummy is easy prey?”
I began to panic, I couldn’t breathe, Mum was choking me! Her stern face came closer while watching me then said one word.
“Submit.”
My cock went instantly rigid and began beating! I’ve never experienced a reaction like that before. Panicking I frantically rocked my body from side to side and managed to dislodge her.
Before I could get to my knees to counterattack, Mum leapt astride my back. Trying to shake her off, her arms slid beneath my arm-pits with the forearms folding up towards my shoulders. Interlacing her fingers her palms pressed against the back of my head to force it forward while my arms stuck out like useless branches. She had me in a full nelson! Then the old maid used the weight of her upper body and the control of my neck with her hands to drive me face-first to the mats. Not only had Mum immobilised my arms but I couldn’t move to to dislodge her as her full weight was now on my back with her legs spread out for stability.
“Funny isn’t it, a young man being totally demolished by his own mum?”
She had control of my arms and I could do nothing about it! Being totally dominated by her aroused me as if deep down I really liked it.
I felt her warm breath close behind my right ear making it tingle.
“I bet you never thought your old mum could beat you so easily?”
I couldn’t even move my head as she pinned me down so effectively! Ashamed that my own mother had me helpless, my cock grew stiff knowing that I was just a toy in her hands.
“Do you still think your mum is too old and out of shape to wrestle?”
“You’ve got me good, Mum,” I admit. “But you can’t force a submission like this.”
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