Post-lockdown Wrestling With Mum
by Jim Priest
Copyright© 2025 by Jim Priest
By JimP suggested by Sagar Sagar
It’s been a while since I’ve wrestled Mum. I originally pestered her into it to break the boredom of being stuck together for weeks on end in a small 2-bedroom flat during the COVID-19 lockdown [JP028]. That was when millionaire politicians partied and made themselves and their cronies richer off taxpayer’s money while breaking the rules they set for the rest of us with impunity. Afterwards I used to wrestle her at weekends but her Yoga training, competitiveness and ability to quickly learn wrestling holds meant she won an increasing number of matches. It was all the more embarrassing because she is not the sporty type but a fairly docile quiet woman, only 5’3” tall with a nice slim figure and good-sized bust. The only exercise she does is Yoga, aerobics, aqua and jogging. Then there were the ‘little accidents’ when I lost control and got too excited grappling Mum. I like looking at pictures of strong women physically dominating men on the web, but never expected the intense reaction of close physical contact with Mum’s fit body. Normally a conservative dresser, she wore uncharacteristically high-cut Yoga leotards that aroused my interest when we wrestled. Of course with our bodies pressed against each other in combat, she noticed.
I had been just a teenager when it happened, but that reaction haunted me. Our matches petered out then stopped after I left college and got a job and a place of my own. Still the memories disturbed me enough to join a wrestling club and work out at a gym to build up my strength and meet fit girls. I failed on the latter but wrestled a few although whenever I felt a stirring ‘down-below’, I would go hell for leather to force them to submit before it turned into something more noticeable. That soon meant they didn’t want to wrestle me let alone go on a date. Although I hated exercise, the memory of discovering unexpected muscle on Mum’s petite slim body in addition to her slender shapely calves and strong-looking forearms made me work out like crazy. Her biceps were not much more than a low-lying hardness but shamed me enough to get bigger. Even so, the dishonourable behaviour of my dick put me off wrestling her again.
This year I am spending Christmas with Mum in her flat as neither wanted to spend it alone. Any apprehension I felt went as the petite slender homely woman hugged me warmly with a rare smile on her small elegant face with high cheekbones and a small rounded chin. Her brown eyes looked up at me fondly from beneath fine eyebrows above a short slender nose as her small thin-lipped mouth, normally set in a sour expression but now smiling, welcomed me. Her short brown curly hair was styled in a way reminiscent of British women during the 1940’s.
All went well until Christmas Day itself. I’d been putting away the booze since the morning and was feeling a bit worse for wear so decided to have an early night. I was preparing for bed and went to bid Mum good night when I found her in the living room on a large mat doing Yoga exercises. She wore a sleeveless blue leotard that fit her mature slender body snugly, worn over sheer-black nylon tights which made her legs look sensational and flawless. It was cut very high over her slim hips in a way which would have scandalised the members of her church! I had to admit that she looked amazing doing those exercises with great flexibility as she bent both legs behind her and tucked them beneath her arms so she was looking down at the gusset stretched provocatively tight over her lady bits. I groaned mentally to myself and felt a lurch in my groin. Yes, she was my mother but I was a man with a man’s urges. Why couldn’t I find a girlfriend more like her? I should have gone to bed but it was mesmerizing to watch. Mother unrolled and went onto her belly pulling a leg right back so that the foot touched the back of her head. I noticed how toned her arms and shoulders looked as well as the clear lines of her clavicle across the top of her chest and the slopes of the trapezius muscle from the back of her neck to well-defined shoulder caps. Her long legs were lean, very flexible and shapely particularly around the hamstrings and small calve muscles. If anything she seemed more toned and defined than I remembered.
“Join me, James,” she said while lifting her small backside high in the air, curling it right back and pulling her calves right over the top of her head and before her face!
“I can’t do that, Mum!” I groaned trying to hide the yearning.
As the old maid did bendy things to her body it caused unwanted stirrings in my groin.
“We’ll start with something easier,” she replied uncurling from that back-stretching pose and going straight into a side splits.
“You’re really fit Mum!”, I groaned as my dick lurched again. Was that the drink talking? “I can’t do that either.”
“How about a wrestle then?
“I’m sorry Mum, all that drink was too much. I just came to say good-night.”
Although it was my own mother, the sight of that limber body was really affecting me. The last thing I wanted was to wrestle her and disgrace myself by cumming in my pants so returned to my room. I knew I wouldn’t be able to get any sleep after watching that display of stimulating female flexibility and needed a good wank before I could rest. Sitting up in bed, I opened my laptop to a site featuring videos of muscular women dominating men. Suddenly the door burst open and Mum came in, still wearing her leotard, catching me in the act. Panicking in extreme embarrassment, I covered my cock but couldn’t close the laptop quick enough. It was too late, she had seen the screen! I had rarely seen Mum angry, so was taken aback when with a face like thunder she stormed across the room towards me. Fearing she would hit me, I instinctively raised my hands to protect myself.
“How dare you masturbate in my home!” she scolded.
I flinched at the angry shout and she seized my right wrist with a surprisingly iron grip which made me wince.
“Get out of that bed this instant!” she demanded.
Thrusting my arm into the air above my head and making me lean forwards she brought it down sharply towards my side then twisted it behind me. I yelped as she forced my hand right up between my shoulder blades and into a hammerlock!
“When Mummy tells you to get up, you get up!”
Mum was normally mild-mannered and docile, but I blamed myself for goading her into wrestling during lockdown where she discovered that she liked it.
“You can’t do this. I’m not a little kid!” I protested, writhing in agony but she was too angry to listen.
“I didn’t bring you up to be a deviant and masturbator,” she declared. “Now get out of that bed before I break your arm!”
In the mood she was in, I feared that she possibly would even though she would fret about it later. With no choice, I slipped my legs out from beneath the duvet whereupon Mum ruthlessly twisted my arm to force me, wincing in agony, to my feet.
“Please Mum, you’re going to snap my arm! Please stop!” I begged.
She seemed to enjoy dominating me like this, and to tell you the truth being subjugated by her was stirring up unacceptable feelings in me as well!
“It’s no use crying for help, James,” she told me while man-handling me across the room. “This is my flat and you’re old enough to know better.”
I was shocked by how quickly my petite slender mother had overpowered me. With my hand twisted into the small of my back, I was unable to stop her slamming my chest up against the wall.
“Don’t you remember how I kept beating you in those wrestling matches you wanted?”
I yelped again as the side of my face was pressed against the wall while she maintained the excruciating armlock.
“You’ve been too scared to wrestle me ever since because you know it’s true.”
“You took me by surprise!” I protested. “Please Mum I’m sorry for looking at images like that while I’m in your flat!”
“Oh no, you’re not getting out of it that easily. I’ve got some moves I’m aching to try out on you.”
I had no chance to struggle as Mum twisted my arm, forced me to turn around then slammed my back against the wall. In shock I saw a long slender leg rocket up from the floor while she held both my arms wide open. Was she going to Karate high-kick my face? It wasn’t possible!. Instead, the sole of her foot slammed against the front of my neck pinning the back against the wall behind me. Lodging side-ways across my throat, her dainty foot pressed against my wind-pipe while doing the standing splits and making me croak loudly. Staggered by Mum’s flexibility which was amazing for a woman her age, I was looking along a sensational leg with the sheer black nylons shimmering while choking me!
“Please ... I give,” I croaked in submission.
Mum leant her upper body towards me and grabbed my chin with one hand, forcing me to look at her stern face.
“There are no submissions in a real street fight,” she told me with an arrogant sneer on her sour-looking face.
The way Mum glared at me with her mouth hard-set and an authoritative expression was strongly arousing even though her foot had closed off my wind-pipe and was choking me. I clutched with my free hand at her slim ankle but despite it’s size, I was unable to shift it from my throat.
“So, you like to look at pictures of women beating men in a fight?” she sneered. “Now I know why you like being dominated by your mummy.”
She glanced down at the front of my boxers which to my horror was starting to sport a hard-on!
A croak left my lips, unable to breath and feeling light-headed. Panicking I grabbed uselessly at her foot again.
“If you think you’re sticking that thing inside your own mother, you’ve got another thing coming!”
My head was swirling and my hand, too heavy to hold up, fell limply from her raised leg. She was knocking me out which scared me because she hadn’t been trained to do it properly but I was helpless to prevent it!
“Shush don’t fight it, James,” Mum said in a gentle but firm tone. “You’re so weak, you can hardly stand. You’ve been overpowered by your loving mother, so you may as well yield to my physical superiority.”
Her very words sounded comforting yet carried a sense of menace in a casual dominant tone that caused a full-blown aching dick!
“Admit defeat, James, submit to my power. That’s it, there you go, son. You’re just like a helpless baby and mummy is putting you to sleep.”
I felt consciousness slip away. My own sweet Mum was putting me away just like those Amazon women I jerk off to on the web! The sense of being utterly dominated by an older woman who happened to be my mother was too much and I nearly blasted into my boxers!
+++ I found myself on the floor with a black-nylon sheathed foot pressing against the side of my face. Looking up, Mum stood over me shaking me awake with one foot. Oh please no, I groaned mentally as she stared down at me with her hands upon her hips and a smug smirk. I was top in the wrestling club but still unable to stop my own mum!
“Get into your wrestling stuff and be in the living room in 5 minutes,” she demanded, wagging a finger. “If I have to come back in here to fetch you, I’ll make you regret you were ever born.”
Mum’s atypical tough talking caused a lurch in my groin as she turned and left my room, leaving me on the floor. Not even the sight of her flexing calves could improve my mood. How the hell had she overpowered me so fast? I was at a disadvantage lying on my bed and she took me by surprise plus there was the drink. Well I felt sober now and p*ssed as hell, ready to give some payback. I’ll show her no mercy.
I entered the living room wearing just shorts over my boxers making sure Mum got a good look at my stud-muffin muscled body to make her nervous.
“I see you’ve been working out,” she remarked, unimpressed. “About time you did something other than play computer games, but if that is meant to intimidate me it doesn’t.”
“You want to wrestle, let’s get on with it,” I snarled, angry at the violation of my privacy.
“Don’t take that tone with me, son,” she scolded. “I only came in to offer you a Christmas night-cap but it appears you had other things on your mind,” she accused in a tone of disgust. “So you like women with muscles? Well you don’t need to look online when you’ve got a mother like me to wrestle.”
Although I was still fuming, I paused for a better look of her in that tight-fitting leotard. Normally she completely covered up and never showed any cleavage but the leotard was low cut at the front showing off more than I was comfortable with. I’ve never noticed her breasts before but they were much larger than I realised. The tightness of her sour-set lips warned me she knew where my eyes were looking and I made a conscious effort to look at the rest of her.
Mum certainly looked fitter than before, in fact she probably had a better body than the few girls I had dated! Although covered up I could tell that her stomach was flat and trim. More disturbing were the very visible veins running vertically over the front of her biceps. She noticed and put her hands together in front of her and tensed her arms to make them bulge at her sides!
“The young man downstairs sold me his weights before he moved out. I use them to keep trim,” she told me with a smirk as I gawped at her flexing triceps. “You’re not going back into your room without going through me,” she said.
Positioning herself between me and my room, Mum raised both arms, which thickened significantly as they bent inwards at the elbows, and angled her brawny wide-based forearms slightly off-vertical with her fists clenched.
“Orrrr Mummy”! I couldn’t help a lustful groan and a lurch of my dick as solid muscular mounds grew on the top of my mum’s upper arms.
Her biceps were much larger than previously and quite intimidating with hard peaks and good definition. The expansion from slender arms to powerful feminine muscle was remarkable, especially for a woman who didn’t work out at a gym. They were a potent shape that had my dick rock hard and would have had me worried if I hadn’t been doing weight-training. The curve of her triceps were pronounced on the underside of her arms and together with her biceps looked quite intimidating. The absolute cock-throbber was how her breasts rose like twin flesh-coloured moons, moving upward and closer together threatening to escape her bra cups and expose her nipples!
“Oh Mum!” I groaned, giving voice to my feelings. “You look incredible!”
Was it any wonder I had a huge boner for my own mother! She was the only woman I knew with big muscles and big boobs and was standing right before me flexing them for me!
“You look all hot and bothered, James,” she remarked with a knowing smirk. “Does Mummy’s muscle frighten you?”
I was breathing so hard I was panting!
“Come and feel the power of mummy’s biceps, I can see that you really want to,” she said with a beguiling tone.
Sweat formed on my brow as my temperature rose and my heart raced. Mum shouldn’t be having this effect on me but she looked great for a woman her age. I thought I was over these sick adolescent urges but my dick was unbelievably stiff. Despite my annoyance at her intrusion into my room, I wasn’t going to pass up the chance to feel the biceps of a real-life muscle woman even if it was my Mum!
Trying not to tremble I placed my palms upon Mum’s swelling biceps.
“Do you really think that you stand a chance against these?” she mocked.
I knew it was trash-talk but from my Mum’s lips it turned me on!
“I suppose I should be grateful that one man still finds me attractive even if it is my son,” she sneered with a knowing look at the front of my shorts.
“Mum, it’s not like that!” I protested.
She gave me a look that showed she doubted that.
“We’ll sort it out on the wrestling mat but if you mess your pants again, you’ll have to clean them because I’m not touching them.”
That shameful reminder made me angry but I was not letting that stop me from touching some real female muscle!
“That was years ago. I’m a grown man now.” I told her but she sniggered derisively.
I continued to feel her biceps which were certainly larger than those of an average woman while enjoying a look down the cleavage at the front of her leotard. Wow they were impressive too! Her biceps were rock-hard beneath the soft smooth skin, warm to the touch with a mighty shape that did nothing to help my erection go down!
Mum caught me looking down at her cleavage.
“Um, nice pecs,” I muttered, trying to avert my eyes.
“Glad you noticed,” she replied with a smirk. “I use weights to toned up my pectoral muscles which keep them nice and firm for pervy boys like you. Look,” she urged lowering her arms a bit.
It was an impressive cleavage that on another woman would certainly have me at full mast.
“Very nice Mum,” I mumbled feeling guilty for looking.
She clenched her fists, making the tendons in her brawny forearms stand out, while slowly bring her arms back into position.
“Don’t watch my arms, watch my breasts!”
I groaned as they became tight and rounded like two balls that rose up in her bra cups when Mum hit a double-biceps pose again. Groaning more loudly, I’d never anything like it in real life and my boner was absolutely rigid and throbbing! Was that a hint of striated pectoral muscle?
“Can you make them dance around?” I asked enthusiastically and felt stupid as soon as I had said it.
“What?” she exclaimed, glaring at me as if I’d asked her to strip off!
“Er nothing Mum. Forget it,” I muttered feeling dirty and bad.
I turned my attention to Mum’s forearms. Wide at the base tapering to slim wrists with noticeable tendons and a brawniness, I remembered the embarrassment they had caused by wiping me out at arm-wrestling and a trial of strength that forced me down to my knees. With muscle-lust rising and unable to control my panting, I kept running my hands over her peaked biceps with a growing lust.
“That’s enough, James! You’re getting over-excited,” she scolded then lowered her arms. “You’ll be changing your pants before we’ve even started.”
Her attitude made the anger flare again. I should have stopped there and then but her fit body was like a drug and I was addicted.
“James!” she exclaimed as I pressed myself right against her front and wrapped my arms around her waist.
Pulling her close, I lifted her from the floor in a bear-hug.
“That’s what real muscle can do, Mother,” I sneered enjoying the gasps and noises of discomfort she made as she struggled against me.
Her flailing legs kicked mine a few times which annoyed me and I finally threw her to the mat. Leaping down on top, I slid my legs between hers and hooked my feet around her shins then spread her legs wide in a grapevine press. Any hopes of hearing squeals of agony as I pressed her legs really wide was shattered by her flexibility! At the limits of my own, my legs muscles were protesting of keeping Mum’s legs spread while she hadn’t reached hers and showed no discomfort. I became more worried about the sinewy arms snaking around my neck as she tried to secure a headlock on me!
Releasing Mum’s legs I concentrated on grasping at her arms to stop her getting a headlock. However she managed to roll out from under me and we rolled around the mat, our bodies firmly pressed together with our limbs entwined. This was no lover’s embrace, it was my mother I was wrestling for supremacy. It was thrilling, exciting while mentally and physically gruelling. I wished I had a girlfriend I could do this with instead of my mum! However, she was giving me one hell of a workout as we tried to achieve dominance over the other. She was much stronger than previously but then so was I.
“I’m not in the mood for your attitude, boy,” she growled as we fought.
Although a petite slender woman, Mum fought vigorously and relentlessly. I was caught off-guard when she suddenly rolled me onto my back and leant over my chest from the side trying to grab my left arm to attempt a cross-pin.
“Got you!” she exclaimed. “How does it feel to be pinned down by Mummy?” she sneered.
“Not so fast, old woman!” I growled through gritted teeth as I struggled to keep my arm out of her reach.
She reached further over my chest to try to capture my left arm. I put up with her sleight weight for a few moments as her head peered over my left side then quickly whipped my left arm over the back of her neck and pulled her into a headlock. Forcing her head down as she struggled to escape, it was amusing to see her leotard-clad form flop around.
“Struggle as you might Mum, but I’m too strong for you,” I bragged.
Releasing her face and turning myself to face her long legs, I slipped my thighs around the top and back of her stomach, locked my ankles and began to squeeze. I enjoyed her squealing as my body-scissors squashed her middle.
“What’s wrong, too old to handle your son?” I chuckled.
As she struggled between my legs, I ran my hands over the high-cut sides of her leotard feeling the pantyhose covered side of her hips and much of her buttocks while she squealed her objection.
“Very daring for a woman your age,” I complemented her.
“Stop it! It’s perverted” she objected.
“Yes I’m a pervert enjoying the feel your bum,” I taunted playing up to her accusation. “I want to slide my naughty bit between your small rounded buttocks and hump away until I cum between them!”
I loved winding her up and causing her to squeal in protest.
Seizing Mum’s right arm, I twisted it behind her back in a hammerlock while getting into a kneeling position behind her. I then hooked my arms under her armpits to immobilise them and forced her to kneel before me with her back to me.
“You’re all out of puff, old woman!” I teased. “I’m ready to stoke your boiler!” I added with a nasty chuckle.
Forcing her onto her front, I crouched down over her pert backside while hooking her arms back over the tops of my thighs then released them.
“You’re not going anywhere until I’ve finished with you,” I sneered. “Remember you did a camel clutch on me during lockdown? Well it’s payback time.”
Cupping her chin in my hands, I pull her head right back but she is so flexible her chest and belly were peeled right off the floor without her crying in pain. It did however give me a great view of the tops of her breasts in the low neck of her leotard and the deep dark cleavage between. Unable to resist, I held her head back with my left arm while slipping my other hand down her front to give her breasts a good feel!
“Wow Mum, I’d never noticed what great tits you’ve got,” I wound her up while playing with her frontage.
“James! No!” she cried. “Stop that! It’s not right!”
“You called me a pervert. Well I’ve won this and am going to make you my sex toy as my victor’s reward,” I tell her.
“No, James!”
“Maybe I’ll stick my dick between that cleavage and relief myself there as well.”
I was certainly enjoying playing with them!
“Stop that! That’s not wrestling, it’s rape!”
“Oh Mum, don’t be so dramatic, it’s just a bit of playful fun,” I told her while continuing to knead her breasts. “Who needs a girlfriend when I’ve got a mother like you?”
“James, you’re taking this too far. That’s incest!”
“No Mum, it isn’t,” I told her and stretched my hand lower down her torso.
Mum was so incredibly bendy, especially for her age, and showed no real discomfort. It was quite a turn-on.
“James no!” she cried in distress as I put my hand over her gusset.
“Now if I stuck my dick in there, that would be incest,” I told her as I rubbed my hand over her lady bump.
I wasn’t serious by the way, just trying to shake her up a bit but I was actually get quite turned on playing with her like this.
“The idea of using with you as my sex-toy is very appealing.”
She continued to protest as I continued to rub.
“I bet you would like me to rub you off, wouldn’t you? You’re my sex toy now and I want to hear you moan in pleasure.”
“Stop James, this is wrong!”
“Oh don’t be so straight-laced, Mum. I’m just playing with my sex toy.”
Mum was getting too distraught so I released her and rose to my feet.
“I wasn’t serious. I was just adding an element of pretend danger. You know, role-playing,” I explained as she rose. “I wouldn’t really do those things to you.”
Although true, I had found it exciting and really stimulating. Was that so wrong? Probably but I was hooked.
“I’m sorry if I scared you,” I told her as she approached me with a smile.
I should have known better, she rarely smiles!
“Role-playing,” she said in a soft tone gently feeling the side of my face while smiling.
“Yes, Mum.”
“Well I can do role-playing too, son,” she said with a hard edge suddenly appearing in her voice.
A stern angry face, a sudden jerk of Mum’s shoulders and a swift brush of nylon tights against my inner thighs. I howled in agony as an explosion of pain blasted my balls as her knee met the join of my legs and hammered them hard! I was traumatised, never expecting my own mother to knee me in the balls! All I wanted to do was to collapse onto the mats and curl up around my badly aching nuts but Mum kept that devastating knee in place while grabbing the sides of my jaw and forcing me to look at her. With a stern satisfied smirk, she raised her knee higher forcing me onto my toes then brought my face close to hers so I could see her glaring at me.
“This is what I do to bad boys who try to force themselves on me!” she scolded.
Mum’s knee lowered, allowing my feet to lay flat on the floor. No time to feel relief as I howled again in anguish as her knee shot back up again like a piston. Hammering my aching ball-sack with force, I briefly went onto the tips of my toes in a world of pain. With an intense hard stare and a tight smirk, Mum watched me with cold delight as I crumpled in agony. A few seconds later she released me and I fell to the mats groaning in pain.
As the horrid throbbing ebbed, I sensed Mum standing over me and glanced up to see her staring down at me and pointing.
“Now stop acting all macho and wrestle properly or I’ll finish what I started!”
Her nylon-clad foot raised and ominously positioned itself over my groin. Angry at the literally low blow, my hands flew out and seized her slender ankles then pulled her feet from under her. Her backside crashed to the mat while she let out a delightful squeal. Eagerly dropping down on top of her, the sound of her exclamation of pain was music to my ears.
“No-one knees me in the balls and gets away with it. Especially not my Mum,” I growled.
Grabbing her wrists I forced them against the mat on either side of her head then tried to slip my shins around her lower legs to immobilise them. Before I could, Mum quickly bent her long left leg at the knee back towards her chest. I tried to seize her foot but it flashed forwards in a blur. A powerful kick slammed against the top of my pelvis on my right-hand side making me yelp in shock and knocking me off to land on my back.
Mum threw herself on top of me, belly to belly, momentarily knocking my breath from me. Her slim nylon-clad legs slid down my outer thighs with a speed and precision that shocked me. Avoiding my attempts to stop them, her shins hooked themselves around mine. The next instant, I was struggling against an intense leg-ripping power as Mum’s slender legs spread my muscular ones wide apart with seemingly no resistance! Her legs held mine in a wide V shape that strained the tendons in my groin! All the while she stared down into my face with her brown eyes boring into mine and mouth set in it’s usual tight sour expression. Looking for a way out, my hands found her backside and the sides of the high-cuts of her leotard. In fascination and a little aroused, I felt how small, tight and hard her buttocks were. Maybe I could give them a good spanking to force her to let me go but she seized my wrists with a surprising steely grip and slammed the back of my hands down on either side of my head and pinned them there with straight arms. It all happened so fast I wasn’t able to counter it.
“You should do Yoga with me, James. It keeps you flexible,” she stated.
My legs were stretched to the limits of my flexibility which was nowhere near as impressive as hers. The pain in my inner thighs was rapidly growing unbearable and the tight smirk on her face told me she knew it.
“You’re still no match for me, James,” she taunted, her eyes never leaving my face. “All that weight training you did was a big waste of time. It’s all for show and of no benefit against your mother.”
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