Wrestling With Mom 3: The Shoot (Patreon)

One of the original patreon stories, if I’m remembering right. I’ve been a bit gummed up with commission work and errands, and felt like doing something quick and easy for me. This one’s definitely got its fans, even if the wrestling name can be a little misleading on its main content; the son supporting his overly intimate relationship with his world champion mom.

Felt like messing in the promo side of Barb’s wrestling career, as her reward art kind of teased. She’s strong and a dangerously skilled showman, but she needs that little pat on the back to stroke her ego once in a while.

Working with mom had been wild. I was a glorified errand boy at The XFWKVDWL, but when that meant working with a lot of gimmicky wrestlers trying to relax backstage, I could get into some weird situations. The fact that I was secretly sleeping with my mom, aka Barb the Berserker and league champion, added the extra element of excitement to it, as did having a bunch of older women telling me what a little cutie I was. Some emphasis on the “little” part since the league was packed full of monstrously tough and athletic women.

Mom always liked having me around. Whenever she could, she’d have me on call as her personal helper. I was running around the arena helping whoever needed it normally, but she’d wave me down whenever she found me. Whether or not we snuck in one of her favorite mother-son backrubs or pumped a quick orgasm out of me at work, we’d always end up getting more heavily involved at home.

So during an off night, when the wrestlers were just sparring or hitting the gym, mom called for me specifically for a special task. I showed up to one of the recording studios where they usually cut promos or filmed parts of commercials and found a photoshoot already set up. Mom was there in some tight-fitting black lingerie, some leggings and garters making the already snug garments strain against her muscular build. Her huge amazon body wasn’t built for that kind of attire, or at least the clothes weren’t made for what was basically a milf bodybuilder.

She looked uncomfortable, whether from the tight fit or from how she looked, but her eyes lit up when she spotted me.

“Hey, kiddo! C’mere. How’s it look?”

It was clearly a promotional shoot, or maybe some sexy pics to sell on the league website. I was a little awkward knowing everyone would be looking at mom like that, but the fact that I was the only one who actually got to sleep with her kept it a minor bother at most.

“It’s… not like the usual you. But you look good!” he confessed.

“Barb, how can you be so mean?” an elderly lady scolded her as she touched up mom’s short blonde curls.

“Making the kid look at his own mom dressed up like this. I’m sure it’s bad enough for him when you’re in spandex every other night.”

“I don’t really notice anymore,” I lied.

I recognized more than ever the buff and sexy woman mom was. People around the building knew I was her son and the apple of her eye, but they couldn’t know just how intimate it got between us.

“Well I could use your help. Just to have somebody around here who’s not a hardcore pro at this kind of thing,” mom explained.

She gave me a warm look, but I could see a bit of nervousness behind it. Mom was an absolute sweetheart with me, but she wasn’t the publicity type in the league. There were more sexy or charming types than her that handled that sort of thing. She was totally fine sleeping with me or hurling another woman out of the ring, but when the camera’s just on her is when she gets awkward.

“Okay. So what are we up to?” I pried.

“We did some starting shoots but we were about to do the main shoot,” the other woman explained.

I spent the next half hour or so watching my mom pose for a camera crew. She knelt and posed around on a bed with her wrestling mask and a replica of the league’s championship belt in variously enticing positions. She was a bit stiff about it, and that wasn’t entirely because of her abundant muscle. Mom could be plenty flexible for the sake of a suplex or the like, but she was clearly awkward trying to find the right pose to turn on an audience.

It was still incredibly hot to me. It was cute to see her trying so hard to look sexy and her countless muscles shifting and tensing as she changed positions.

“Let’s stop there for a minute,” the head of the photographers called.

The crew settled down and started checking their equipment while the lead went to talk to mom. I saw her nod along at something before she nodded towards me. I followed her back to her dressing room where she sighed noisily and slumped into her chair in front of the mirror.

“I’ve got no idea what I’m doing out there,” she quickly confessed.

“I mean you’re a wrestler. You’re not used to being…”

I paused and corrected myself. “Actually, mom, you’re in front of a camera all the time. How’s this different?”

“Because when I do those, I’m trying to look like a psycho warrior bitch. I’m never trying to look sexy. What’s even sexy about me?”

It stung a little for mom to say that, so I couldn’t help but spring to her defense. Even if it was against herself and she looked like she could tear a guy in half to defend herself.

“What are you talking about!? You’re the hottest wrestler in the world!” I blurted out.

Mom was surprised, but more flattered. She quickly broke into a blush at my complement. I know she isn’t for everyone but she’d been my mom and role model for a long time. My taste in girls had to be swayed a little bit by admiring such a musclebound woman like mom.

“I mean, there’s people with opinions and preferences and stuff,” I awkwardly backpedaled. “But you’re the best I’ve ever seen. And that’s coming from a guy who’s seen a lot of wrestlers growing up. PLUS I’m your son, which before you say anything would probably make it harder to get a crush on you than not.”

Mom snorted out a small laugh at my defensive rambling. She ruffled my hair with the big strong hand I’d grown so accustomed to all over my body.

“That means a lot to me, sweetie. At least one guy out there still thinks I’m attractive.”

She pulled me in closer to her and gave me a firm hug. The big hard muscle hugs only my champ of a mom could give. She kissed me on the head in her same old motherly way, but the fact that she was still in her lingerie from the photoshoot tainted it a bit. My erection was perking up as much as her spirits.

“But I’ve been at this thing for a long time now. It’s hard to believe people really want to see an old and  overgrown thug like me wearing girly stuff like this.”

She was feeling better, but still stuck in her head. I thought quickly of something that could help.

“Then what if you do it for me? Pretend it’s a shoot of just taking photos you’re sending to me instead of the fans.”

Mom cracked another smile.

“I think that would be a pretty different shoot,” she admitted.

“Like what? Show me,” I insisted, crossing my arms expectantly.

She sniffed out another laugh but she sat on the counter of the vanity mirror. She crossed her thick legs rather daintily as she tilted her up and back a little, showing off her strong pecs and shoulders nicely.

“That’s really good,” I admitted what my hardon was already telling me. “Can you spread it out a little?”

As big as she was, mom was pretty flexible and a lifelong athlete. She had no problem steadying herself on her hands and leaning back further, spreading out her strong thighs until the thin white lingerie rode deep into her pussy lips. I swallowed hard and my only parent clearly saw right through my stifled delight.

“So good… and flex a little… wow, yea…”

I guided mom through a few poses, really just following whatever I wanted to see her in. Things I could imagine her being in, mostly from the sexy selfies she’d send me ever since we’d started hooking up. Only now she was in the fancy underwear instead of just a towel showing off her biceps after a workout.

Mom picked up on my arousal and before long she was getting into it. She looked over her shoulder as she leaned over the tabletop, slowly shaking her toned ass temptingly and biting her lip. She ran a hand between her legs, rubbing over her barely covered mound as I watched her impressive back muscles tighten and pulse.

“Now who’s looking tense?” mom chuckled teasingly.

“Maybe you should help loosen us both up a little.”

Mom pulled the crotch of her lingerie aside, exposing her softly parting pussy lips to me. I wasn’t sure I’d seen anything sexier in my life than my horny mom offering herself up in the classy-trashy outfit with people waiting for us just outside.

The fact that we were on a timer didn’t stop me, and in fact might have spurred me on to act sooner. I wrapped my arms around mom’s waist, reaching just far enough to rub at her abs. I felt them tense and tighten at my touch, showing her own arousal leaking out through a long, soft moan. I ground my young cock against her ass, teasing us both a second before getting right to business. I let my hands split up, sending one up her body to cup and squeeze her breast. The other cupped her pussy, rubbing her intensely hot mound. Her breathing came out deeper and heavier as I rubbed her slit, clearly making her feel a little sexier with all the attention.

“Let’s get you out of this,” I offered quietly in her ear.

“You’re going to make a mess of it if you get any hornier.”

“Same to you, squirt,” she chuckled, reaching back to pull at my fly.

I undid the clasps that held up her garters, freeing up her panties so I could pull them down. We didn’t bother fully undressing. We had to keep time in mind, but more than that I think we were both too horny to bother waiting. I shoved my cock inside mom while she was still bent over the table, letting out a sharp cry as I slid inside her. She was still so much bigger than I was, but the warm, soft embrace of her pussy being taken from behind still felt so amazing. I let myself soak in the feeling for a moment before I started humping like I’d never stop.

“AHH~! Fuck,” mom cried out, gripping the counter tightly.

We had messed around enough that I knew where to find and how to hit her buttons. I pushed up and deep inside her, constantly bumping and teasing my cockhead under her clit. My roaming hands rubbed her muscular thighs and pulled at her tight-fitting bra, freeing and playing with one of her breasts. I squeezed her big firm tit tightly, pinching my small fingers around her areola to make her hard nipple stick out further and rub against my palm. I quickly got mom panting as her eyes fluttered, some drool leaking out past her parted lips. My young cock had Barb the Berserker looking more dazed and glassy-eyed than her famous 2-hour ironwoman match with Rebel Rhoda.

“Told you… nnff… you looked good. So hot and fuckable. My slutty mommy champ. Everyone wants to fuck you just like this but only I get to, right?”

“Yes~!” mom immediately blurted, beating a fist on the tabletop.

“I’m yours, baby! Keep going! I’m so close! OH god oh fuck oh fuck~!”

Mom’s breasts swayed in my hands and I could feel and see her muscles twitching. Sure signs of her ready to cum for me, so I put the pressure on harder. I thrust hard enough that my hips started to sting from slapping against her toned glutes, drilling my dick inside her to treat her like a bitch in heat. I slapped and pinched at her breasts, driving her wild as she cried out passionately. I even pulled on her hair as I yanked on her carefully groomed blonde locks, forgetting that I’d be creating more work for her hairdresser later.

The rough treatment and the practical defiling of her well-groomed fancy attire got her good. She was shaking and moaning, her body bucking spastically whenever the pleasure became too much for her to process. I gave a soft, low grunt as I thrust in hard again, cumming just as hard inside her. The rush of my hot cum spraying over her clit was too much and mom came on the spot, leaving us both trembling against each other.

She moaned and leaned into the vanity’s top, her breasts crushing my hand underneath. I had a perfect view of her awestruck face cumming her brains out, relieving the pressure she had built up from her stressful morning. Her gawking, half-lidded face was too perfect, and I felt like I’d remember it forever.

Instead, I decided to be sure. I pulled out of her, leaving my creampie in her pussy as I picked up my phone. I took a quick snapshot; Barb bent over her counter, her fucked-silly expression caught in the reflection. I was there smiling, my softening cock out and my cum running down her pussy and thighs. I saw her tense up a moment after and look up at me in surprise.

“See? I told you that you looked good in a photo,” I praised.

I showed it to her and she snickered when she saw.

“Oh sure. Let’s just show that to the team and tell them to post that. Call it a day,” she snorted sarcastically.

She slowly dragged herself back up, palming my head and kissing me firmly on the lips.

“Thanks… needed somerthin’ to get out of my head for a bit,” she sighed.

“So you’re willing to give this another shot?” I asked hopefully, grabbing her a fresh water bottle to rehydrate with.

She drank it down with a large gulp and nodded. “Oh yea. Feeling sexy, alright. I’ve taken a few dozen chairs to the skull and gave birth to you and still came out alright. I can tank through one more photoshoot for ya.”

“Was I worse than the chairs?” I asked curiously as she adjusted her bra. She toweled off most of my cum, but I couldn’t help but notice she didn’t go too deep inside herself. Like having my seed in her gave her a shot of courage along with it.

“Oh, ask any mother that. No submission hold hurts as bad as it was popping you out of me. It’s like you’re the only one who gets to make me tap.”

She fixed up her outfit and we came back out to the studio. There were some curious looks from some of the nearby staff, but mom just gave them a winning smile.

“Feeling a lot better. Nobody gives a massage like my boy,” she excused our noisy sex.

Whether it was the pep talk, the sex, or the load of cum soaking inside her, mom really was more comfortable as they rapidly finished up the shoot. They apparently really liked whatever she’d done to prep herself. They said her “rolled right out of bed” tussled hair that I’d messed up really added an intimate sex appeal to the shoot. I kind of had to wonder if that was the smell of sex lingering on her that they were picking up on, but I wasn’t about to say anything. The pics were well-received, and I made sure to point out to mom all the attention she was getting with them on social media.

I just made sure to save our private picture somewhere safe on my phone. Something I could use as some kinky little blackmail I’d like to tease mom with. At least I might… if mom wasn’t a lady who could both suplex me through the dinner table and ground me for life.