Mum Learnt Judo to Control Me
by Jim Priest
Copyright© 2024 by Jim Priest
My name is James, I’m in my teens and living in West London with my mum, dad and younger sister in a basic terraced council house. You could me call a tearaway, but you have to be like that to survive in this hellhole, to run with the pack, be a predator and not a victim. Feral kid some may call me but not to my face. My dad’s a useless drunken sadistic thug who is heavy handed with the strap, which upsets Mum, but I just try to not get caught. Mum’s about 5’3” tall with a slim hour-glass figure. Very timid and quietly spoken. Why she married a brute like Dad I’ll never know. She has a small slender homely looking face with high cheekbones, brown eyes, a short slender nose and small mouth. Looking like something from out of the 1940’s rather than the 70’s, her short curly brown hair was kept away from her forehead and ears, with a subtle hint of mascara and lipstick, and a conservative dress sense to match. To be honest she wasn’t really the nurturing loving Mum other kids went on about and I was left to my own devices which is probably why I went off the rails.
I’ve been going to Judo club once a week since I was a kid, working my way through the junior Mon grades system to reach 15th Mon grade by 14 where I was transferred into the Kyu system at 2nd Kyu or blue belt. My parents thought that Judo might calm me down but I just used it to beat up geeks and wimps then take their dinner money. Mum freaked out and was crying after a visit from the pigs. I begged her not to tell Dad who would tan my backside raw. She agreed but kept going on about needing to take control of me to which I nodded while laughing inside. She’s too weak and passive to ever take me in hand, what a joke!
At my next Judo class, my enjoyment of slamming around lower-graded kids was interrupted by a commotion amongst the others. There was a new novice who was a MILF. Come on, this was the 1970’s, women and girls don’t do martial arts unless they are butch unattractive rough tough-looking tom boys who look more like boys anyhow. I crossed the Dojo to check out the newbie and was amazed to see my sweet homely mum in a gi tied with a white belt (which in the UK is used to signify a novice)! Some of the lads were openly ogling her and remarking what a hot figure she had with nice tits and a great tight arse!
“Shut up, that’s my mum you’re talking about,” I told them, not that it stopped them staring.
It’s not the sort of thing you usually notice about your own mother until someone draws your attention to it. It felt a little awkward to see her slim willowy figure in a Judo gi and bare feet. The gi failed to hide her svelte body, which indeed had a definite hour-glass figure, and long slim legs. My usually timid middle-aged mother was hardly the type for Judo but she seemed very enthusiastic. As she practised falling properly I now saw how pert and compact her backside was keeping in with proportion to her slim figure. Then as she got up and re-tightened the jacket I couldn’t help observing the good sized bust and how thrusting it was thanks to a sturdy brassiere. I was shocked, confused and, disturbingly, felt stirrings of arousal.
Clocking the head of another gawper, I stormed over to face her, taking over from the young lad they had partnered her with.
“What are you doing here?” I hissed.
KERSLAM! Her body hit the mat even before she could reply. My balls tightened with exhilaration as it usually did when I dominated some loser with Judo. Throwing someone around made me feel like a God and it got me effing hard!
Feeling a bit guilty about throwing her, I helped her back up to her feet.
“Loosen up, Mum,” I told her as I grabbed the front of her gi jacket.
“Please James don’t,” she begged. “I only did it for your own benefit to keep you in line.”
Bitch! KERSLAM! Her body hit the mat again. I don’t know why the idea of Mum learning Judo disturbed me so much but it did.
“You will not learn Judo is that understood?” I hissed. “You’ll only get hurt.”
I slammed her hard to the mat again so she understood that I would be the one doing the hurting. Throwing my mum around was getting me hard and I wanted to do it some more. That’s when Sensei came over.
“What do you think you are doing, James?”
“Teaching the newbie how to fall.”
“I know this delightful woman is your mother,” he replied, helping her up.
I didn’t like the way he had his hands all over her slender body.
“We treat each other here with respect from black belt to novice alike. It is our duty to help each other to thrive and develop the skills required to progress through the grades. Do you have problem with that?”
“No, sensei.”
“Then go and help the black belts and see how it feels to fight someone better than you.”
At the end of each class, we all line up in grade order, lowest first. The first faces the next in line and tries to throw them before they are thrown. If they succeed they face the next person in the line and so it goes on. If thrown, you are eliminated and the person who threw you takes over. I was looking forward to slamming Mum again but of course being a newbie she was the first to go out.
I had expected Mum to wait for me outside so that we could walk home together. I looked forward to telling her that I was walking alone and didn’t need mummy’s help. Except she wasn’t there and I walked home alone anyway. Before I could confront her at home to tell her she wasn’t learning Judo, my brat sister gave me an earful about bullying mum and being a sexiest pig. I was about to slam the little brat all around the room and put her in some painful holds when Mum appeared demanding we both stop. She made it clear that she would be learning Judo whether I liked it or not and that was the end of the matter. I’d better get used to it or Dad might have something to say about it. Except I’m sure Dad wouldn’t approve but thought it best to keep my mouth shut for once.
Mum didn’t show up at the club the following week or the week after that. This went on for week after week and I thought she had finally got the message. Then out of the blue she re-appeared, this time wearing a red belt signifying that she was a full member of a club! I was livid and waited for an opportunity when sensei wasn’t watching to go over and confront her. My balls got tighter anticipating slamming her around.
“Why are you going against our agreement?” I fumed.
“I never agreed anything with you. I’m your mother and don’t need your permission to do anything.”
Snarling, I reached out to grab the front of her gi jacket but she surprised me by knocking my hands away then going into a grappling crouch stance. It was such a strangely confident aggressive position for my tranquil mother and the unsmiling mouth with determined focused glare she gave me took me by surprise.
“I’ve been doing Judo for years, Mum. Give it up or you’ll get hurt.”
Why was I so bothered about her learning Judo? I had nothing to worry about but it just didn’t seem normal or right.
I went to take hold of Mum’s jacket to throw her but was astonished when she grabbed me roughly by the sleeve and collar then pulled me towards her! Trying to resist and pull her back in return, I was amused by her spirited resistance. That soon turned to concern as retaining her balance, Mum threatened mine while giving a shockingly strong opposition that I did not expect. The stern sour look she gave me made me feel like naughty child being scolded by his mother as I struggled to get into a position to throw her. Suddenly Mum swivelled her slim hips to one side while kicking out her right leg towards my right side. I’m shocked to feel a kick to my right foot that lifted and swept it away from beneath me while she tugged on my gi towards my right, off-balancing me. Within a heartbeat I’m horrified to find myself falling through the air, flipping over quickly in a reaper throw. My back slammed against the mat so unexpectedly, that I forgot to slap the floor. KERSLAM! Thrown to the mat by my own mum!
Laughter and jeers erupted all around me. Everyone in the club had seen me thrown by a newbie and to make it worse it was my mother! They all heard the loud sound of impact against the mat and were now watching me laying at her dainty bare feet. My face flushed with humiliation!
Livid with anger, I leapt up to seize Mum’s gi jacket and before she can react, I slam her over my hip then retaining her arm, crouch down and apply a wrist lock. The sound of her yelping in pain gives me an effing boner.
“Release your mother at once!” Sensei roars as he crosses over to us.
Reluctantly, I release her.
“I was just helping her practice.”
“I saw very well what you were doing and will not tolerate any form of bullying.”
He gave me a right rollocking and threatened to ban me until Mum begged him not to.
“Very well but consider that your last warning.”
I confronted Mum as soon as I got home.
“What the hell’s going on? Why are you still doing Judo?”
“Don’t speak to your mother like that, James!” she told me in a very authoritative tone that I’d never her use before. “Judy found me a daytime women’s only Judo class.”
My brat sister sniggered and I glared at her.
“I’ll deal with you later,” I growled.
“Ooh I’m so scared!” she mocked.
“You leave her alone!” Mum scolded. “While you’re at school, or bunking off more likely.”
Her eyes glared into mine accusingly.
“I’ve been training for at least 6 or 7 hours a day, 5 days a week.”
That would have astonished me if it were true but I couldn’t believe it.
“I’m determined to take your waywardness into hand and force you to mend your wicked ways. Now go and do your homework.”
I was stunned. Mum never spoke like that to me before let alone showed any interest in physical activity.
“Yeah before Mum throws you around the kitchen,” Judy sniggered.
“I’ll throw you around the kitchen,” I growled.
“I’d like to see you try.”
“Enough of that, both of you. Now out of my kitchen!”
Why was I worried that the old maid was learning Judo? She wasn’t the physical type and would soon get bored and pack it up. Anyway, I’d been doing it for years. Yet for some reason it still disturbed me. It wasn’t right or normal for one’s mother to do martial arts. It just wasn’t natural. Unfortunately my brain kept thinking about it all night leading to some embarrassing and rather messy dreams. Thankfully they faded over the days following that mortifying showdown. Furthermore I didn’t see Mum at Judo club during the following weeks and was glad that she’d got the message.
Over the coming weeks, I sometimes entered a room at home only for Mum and Judy to suddenly stop their conversation. It was suspicious but I assumed maybe the little brat was having women’s problems or maybe boyfriend issues, Who cared? I didn’t.
After a few months, I’d put the incident with Mum out of my mind and carried on doing whatever I wanted as normal. Months turned into years. I was now 16 and frankly fed up of Judo and thinking of packing it in. I’d been stuck at blue belt for a while now and was not progressing. I had better things to do with my spare time like beating up and mugging grown men. That led to another visit from the pigs but I denied everything. Mum wasn’t happy and almost in tears.
“Oh James, how could you do such wicked things?” she sobbed. “The Policemen said they’re building a case against you and now that you’re 16 you could be going to grown-up jail rather than Borstal.”
“Doesn’t worry me, it’s just their word against mine.”
“Well I’m going to do something about it”, she stated forcibly as if she had made up her mind about something.
“There’s nothing you can do, forget it.”
“Tonight’s Judo night isn’t it?”
“Don’t you dare turn up to try to embarrass me,” I snarled. “You remember what happened to you the last time,” I added in warning.
Mum just folded her arms and gave me a stern look. What was she planning? Whinge at Sensei to ban me? What a joke.
That night I turned up to the Dojo to find the other lads excited at a new MILF black belt. I went across to take a look. My heart began to pound and my balls tightened at the familiar face staring back at me with an unfamiliar fierce defiant glare clad in a white gi that clung to her shapely womanly contours. I nearly choked at the sight of a black belt around her slim waist! It wasn’t possible, not in what was it, 2 years! I stared at her with disbelief, but got an arrogant smirk at my reaction.
Conscious of the other kids watching me and grinning behind my back, I grew angry and stormed over to her.
“You can’t do this, Mum. Turning up here to embarrass me with a fake black belt. Go home before you get hurt.”
Her stony cold eyes bored into me with a surprisingly strong confidence that I found unnerving and went down to my balls.
“I am your mother, don’t call me a liar,” she scolded in a firm tone that unsettled me. “I earned my black belt through a lot of hard work, perseverance and as many hours as I could spare.”
That made me feel anxious, did she really have that level of dedication? It wasn’t possible, this was one big joke.
“You’ve become a nasty bully who will end up in jail unless I take you in hand now and make you change your errant ways.”
My face burned red as I heard sniggers of the others watching me get a tongue lashing from my Mum.
“Challenge me like the stupid arrogant self-centred hot-head that you are and you’re the one who is going to get hurt,” she nodded to the black belt around her slender waist. “and I’ve got the skills to do it.”
“Go on James’ mum, kick his arse!” someone shouted and got a round of applause.
That made my blood boil and I took a step forwards.
“Can’t you wait until the throw off at the end of class? If you survive that far to face me, that is,” she sneered.
That was it! That belt was fake, she wasn’t the sporty type and couldn’t have got that in that timescale! Yet the tension mounted inside me as she continued to berate me in front of the whole club.
“Contest me and I will destroy you without mercy.”
She sounded so tough and sincere that I was shocked to find my cock actually lurched stiffly! Mum was deliberately showing me up in front of everyone making it impossible to back down. I couldn’t let her get away with this. I had to teach her a lesson.
“I’m sorry mum, but you leave me no choice,” I growled as I stepped forwards and got into a grappling crouch.
Instead of the fear I had expected upon her face there was a self-satisfied smirk mixed with excitement in her eyes as if she really wanted this!
“That’s it, come to mummy so she can give you a good hiding in front of everyone.”
Petite, very slender and shapely with an old fashioned hairstyle Mum looked anything but menacing but that black belt and snug fitting gi gave her an air of confidence. Intending to teach her a harder lesson than previously I grabbed the front of her jacket over her bust, unable to help noticing how busty she was for her slim figure. Her hands shot out like rockets intercepting my sleeves beneath my upper arms. As I began to tug her to one side to pull her off-balance, she resisted my efforts and pulled back in return. I was determined to slam her to the mat in crashing defeat but was shocked when she pushed against me while trying to hook an arm around my left shoulder. Cold, focussed and surprisingly fast, as if she knew what she was doing, Mum quickly shifted her weight to one leg and turned her side into me then got a leg between mine in an attempt to sweep my left foot away from under me!
Afraid of falling for another reaping foot-throw, I countered her and our legs tangled off the mat. Mum fought back with a ferocity and determination that I never expected and that freaked me a bit. This proved to be much harder than I had thought. Getting my foot on the mat before she did, I pushed against her while trying to keep her unbalanced with her foot in the air. Kicking her leg from under her as she clung onto my jacket, I felt relief and tight balls as I managed to take her down although she pulled me down with her. The rest should have been easy except Mum astounded me by rolling lithely onto her knees and quickly slipping an arm around my neck before I had made a move. Terrified she might actually get me into a headlock and show me up in front of everyone again, I used my greater size and weight to roll on top of her while forcing her arm away from my neck. With relief, I managed to get her slim shoulders to the mat then got her in a scarf hold to finish her.
“You don’t mess with me mum, now submit before I hurt you.”
God my cock was hard to be in the dominant position once more!
Instead of hearing Mum’s submission, I felt her long slim legs wrap around the sides of my waist then tighten as she locked her ankles in the small of my back. I wasn’t particularly worried, the old maid’s slim legs couldn’t hurt me in a body-scissors and continued to choke her.
“Hmmmmph!” I groaned as Mum’s legs squeezed hard and unyielding around my middle.
It was difficult to concentrate on choking as her legs bit into my sides like steel bands. That really shocked me. How could her slim legs be so strong? They were also pulling me so tight against her belly I could barely expand my diaphragm to breathe.
“Seems you’re not as tough as you thought, James.”
Lord, it was really uncomfortable now. Those legs were really hurting me! I gave up trying to choke her and frantically tried to push her legs away to break the hold but they were tightly clamped around me with no space to prise them away.
With a stern smirk upon her face, Mum seized my wrists and pulled my hands forward bringing my upper torso right up against hers. Trapping my arms beneath her armpits, she proceeded to choke me with a forearm across my throat and the other hand behind my head. No, this couldn’t be happening!
“I like looking into your frightened little boy eyes as I choke you senseless,” Mum said in a quiet yet dominant tone of voice that had my cock absolutely throbbing in seconds at those chilling words!
What was wrong with me?
“I thought you would pose a real threat to me, James,” she sneered.
I groaned as she tightened the hold around my neck. Her legs squeezed more until I could hardly breathe. How could this be?
“I’m enjoying this situation, James. How long do you think you can last in my strong legs and choke?”
“Please Mum, you’re going to break my ribs! I submit, please!” I had no choice but to admit defeat.
Mum released me and with a mocking sneer got to her bare feet then looked down at me with a cold emotionless glare that chilled me as I suffered the humiliating laughter of the club. That really annoyed me. How dare she show me up like this! This was a side of her that I didn’t recognise and I needed to quickly put her back in her place before it got out of hand.
I’d barely got to my feet when Mum startled me by quickly stepping close with her hands reaching to grab the front of my gi jacket.
“Make it look good, James. Do you hear?” she ordered.
I tried to brush her hands away but it was too late. Moving quicker than I anticipated, she pulled me sharply towards her while pivoting around fast. Slipping an arm around my back, she pulled me snugly against her exquisite mature feminine hour-glass figure. An exciting thrill went through my groin when she thrust her small pert backside into it while leaning forward and pulling me on my toes. I had never fought against a grown woman before and the feel of her feminine body against me and then the thrust of her backside into my groin was electric. All that went through my mind in the briefest of seconds. I knew what was coming next but couldn’t stop her as Mum leant sharply forwards. My feet left the mat as she loaded me onto her slim petite back with the greatest of ease, even though I was a lot taller and weighed more than her. My body quickly pivoted around my mum’s hip with a terrifying view of the mat below as my body rotated at a ferocious speed. I didn’t even have time to draw breath as I plummeted towards my doom.
My back slammed loudly against the mat at such speed that it knocked the breath out of me and left me momentarily stunned! I’d never experienced anything like it before since I was a newbie and was shocked that this was done by my own mother! All I could do was lie there while she held my right wrist and without pause, transitioned smoothly into a submission hold. Holding the back of my arm vertically against her front, she levered it over her crotch while pressing her knee into the back of my elbow. Utterly helpless to resist, and fearing that my elbow would pop, I was forced onto my side trying not to cry out as she crouched across me in a very dominant manner that made my dick stiff. I could hear the humiliating jeers and laughter at my humiliation.
All of a sudden, Mum’s knee pressed into the side of my neck while she pushed her other knee against the back of my elbow, making me yelp. I then cried out as she cranked my arm hard.
“Argh OK I submit!” I cried out, not really wanting to but not wanting a bust elbow either.
“Suffer,” she said in a quiet voice that only I heard and made my dick beat!
She held me like that far longer than necessary and I was horrified to find my dick throbbing hard as she dominated me again on the mat in front of the whole club!
I actually felt a touch of fear of my own mother as she manipulated my right arm with unfeasible skill, folding it into a small tight painful package which she tucked beneath her armpit. She then began to apply pressure steadily using her forearm. Oh Lord! I felt totally outclassed! I knew that Mum was completely in control and it scared me. Yet the feeling of her being so unusually forceful also had my dick beating!
“Please Mum, I submit!” I cried out loudly.
Amid the humiliating laughter, I heard Sensei tell her to release me and she obeyed.
I felt overwhelming shame to be laying at my mother’s dainty bare feet while she looked down at me with a severe emotionless look. My mind refused to accept it. This petite slim middle-aged woman standing over me couldn’t possibly be a black belt! Not my Mum who wouldn’t say boo to a ghost! I tried to convince myself that Sensei must have taught her a few tricks to fool me. My resolve hardened as I got to my feet with my ears burning with the mocking laughter, glaring at her eager for pay-back.
“That’s my hot-headed boy,” she remarked with a smirk on her petite perfectly rouged mouth in a small clear-complexioned face and a twinkle in her brown eyes. “Come to mummy.”
Determined to get my own back, I rushed forwards to take her down by surprise. To my horror and moving unbelievably fast, Mum snatched the front of my gi jacket with one hand and my sleeve with the other. Swiftly pulling me towards her, she brought up the sole of her right foot and shoved it beneath my navel. She was attempting a stomach throw but before I could side-step to avoid it, her legs folded beneath her in an elegant controlled fall that pulled me down with her. In a fraction of a second I was toppling forwards and looking down at her severe face beneath me as she threw me using her legs to amplify my forward momentum. Releasing my jacket, I felt the power of her legs as I was launched into free-fall. Stunned to find myself lifted higher and thrown faster than I had ever experienced with a tomoe-nage, I went hurtling what felt like several feet away. My body flipped over then the back of my shoulders hit the mat before the rest of my back slammed loudly against it. I went with the momentum, rolling as I had been taught and moving to a sitting position enabling me to use my hands to push myself up to my feet and turn around just as Mum was getting up.
Shaking off the dizziness and with a raging boner raising a tent at the front of my trousers, I took advantage of her unreadiness by going low. To my amazement, Mum was like an action machine dropping immediately to one knee on the mat whilst grabbing my right wrist. With a flick of her wrist my feet were ripped right off the mat in an instant. Flipping around vertically close by her side like a Catherine wheel at a dizzying speed that scrambled my senses. From standing in front of her, I was tossed right over in a mind-numbing instant, flung to the floor behind her like a bag of beans in a single handed wrist throw. Unprepared for the fall, I cried out as my back slammed loudly against the mat, with the sound of my defeat reverberating around the room while Mum looked on with an arrogant unsmiling self-satisfied stare. Amazing as it seemed she was certainly unexpectedly good at Judo!
I needed to shake myself out of it and fight back. This was wasn’t just a Judo fight with my mother it was a fight for the male dominance of my household! However like an inexhaustible menacing fighting female cyborg, Mum knelt down beside me. I reached out to try to grab hold of her head but her arms intercepted them and we ended grappling with each other. Shocked by how strongly she fought, countering every move I made, we grappled furiously and I was starting to panic when she completely bulldozed me around the mat and overwhelmed me! Before I knew it, I was sitting on the mat with Mum behind me and her arms snaking around my sides towards my front. She was trying for a choke hold! Trying not to panic, I quickly tried to block her arms but she just knocked my hands away as though they were brushwood.
Seizing the lapels of my gi jacket, Mother pulled them so they were tight around my neck, digging into my carotid arteries choking me! I tried to wriggle around in her scarf hold but was staggered to find her long slim legs wrap around my waist. Crossing her ankles, I gasped as her legs tightened with a vengeance. Even worse, she positioned the sharp edge of her wrist against my throat while trapping my left arm on the inside of her forearm with the back against her chest and pointing upwards! This was no basic hold! No, she couldn’t be this good! The old maid had me in a devastating choke combo and I again found myself helpless under her control.
“Had enough, son?” she said close to my ear so only I could hear. “Or shall I knock your lights out in front of all your friends?”
The thought of Mum knocking me out in front of everyone scared the crap of me! With the hold she had me in, I had no doubt that she was capable of doing it but would she be so cruel to do that in front of everyone? In the chilling mood she was in, I had little doubt. It was so humiliating being utterly dominated by my own mother in front of the whole Judo club! I had no choice, so tapped with my free hand on Mum’s thigh to not draw attention to my further disgrace.
“Oh no, taps don’t count, James?” she whispered in my ear. “You’re getting the full works, son. To show you that you’re no match for your old mum.”
“I submit, Mum. Please let me go,” I said out loud.
“You don’t tell me what to do!” she scolded. “If things are too rough for you, I really don’t care. I warned you what would happen. This is how I begin to correct your attitude.”
To my horror, she began tightening the grip around my neck and the squeeze of her vice-like legs around my waist. I tapped again as I felt my head spin.
“I’ll say if and when you can tap out, James,” she whispered. “I warned you that I would destroy you without mercy if you challenged me and I meant it. This is the new order of things so never forget this lesson.”
Her uncharacteristic hardness and eagerness to punish me caused my dick to stick up like a flag-pole at the front of my trousers but I couldn’t understand why.
“Is grappling with mummy getting you hard?” she exclaimed as my eyes blurred and my heart pounded in my ears. “Dirty boy,” she chuckled. “Is it the feel of mummy’s body against you or because I’m totally dominating you?”
I opened my mouth to submit but the choke was so tight the words couldn’t come out while my eyes closed.
“Release him Marion!” I heard Sensei’s voice on the brink of consciousness.
I found myself on my back with a pair of dainty feminine bare feet in view by my side wearing gi trousers. Maybe I was dazed for I didn’t recognise the alluring shapely female figure who leant forward to give me a stunning exciting view down the front of her gi jacket. Wow what a great pair! Stirrings of lust were triggered by the dangling orbs.
“Put your eyes elsewhere James and get up.”
I recognised that voice. Mum! As it all came flooding back to me, she put my hand into an agonising wrist lock and began to ruthlessly force me to my feet. I was yelping in pain by how roughly she treated me to the amusement of the other kids.
“Come and see what else mummy’s learnt,” she announced.
Fiercely pressing down on my hand, fully bent back at the wrist, she also pressed down on the top of my shoulder with a tough stony unforgiving face.
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