Wrestling With Mom 4; Practice Session (Patreon)

And another late but satisfying delivery of a vote story. I’ve known for a while now that Wrestling With Mom is less about the wrestling and more about the mom. Just living with a woman who’s a big hardcore tank all day and comes back to her son for some relief.

I’d wanted to toy with our young man (Eric) fuckin’ around with other wrestlers or coworkers, laying some groundwork with Kiana a few chapters back in case I went with it. Still not sure on it but basically felt best to address their relationship and stance on it. And with how important they’ve been to each other, Barb and Eric (holy shit I just now realized “Barbaric”…) would be a little possessive at first. So they settle it with some rough sex.

I’d been getting more and more comfortable at the XFWKVDWL. I had basically grown up coming and going from there while I was growing up, and working at the same place as my mom helped me adapt pretty quickly. It helped that said mom was the champion Barb “The Berserker” Sanders and that I was just a backstage errand boy instead of slamming people around the ring. I was half the size of most of the wrestlers, and even most of the other aides were in better shape than me.

I spent a lot of time with Kiana, showing me around and often doing the same sort of jobs. Even once I’d learned my way around the place, we ended up paired together more often than not. She not only knew the jobs and the facility of the stadium, but she was fun to talk to. I had fallen out of interest since mom was the top of the league since I could talk, but Kiana had actually kept up on things and it was nice catching up on who was hot and hearing her describe some of her favorite matches. It helped kill the time while we scrubbed down the practice rings.

“So Eva’s just like ‘oh shit’ for the last few minutes,” she continued as she stood on the ring apron.

She was tightening up the ties on the turnbuckle pads. She had deep brown skin and dark hair she kept in a smart little ponytail. She was tall but skinny, and dressed in some practical yet classy slacks and a snug button up over her smallish breasts. I’d guess full B’s, but growing up with mom might have warped my sense of perspective a bit.

“Tika’s flipping and kicking her all over the ring until she gets in a corner and she just boom!”

I looked up from my own work scrubbing sweat stains on the mats. Kiana mimed out something like a shoulder tackle at the air.

“Tackles out her knee while she’s coming over. Don’t even know if it was on purpose. But it gets Tika to bend over her shoulder and she lifts her up for her Uberplex! Pins her just like that!”

She presented the word like it was a climax, but I had to assume that part. She caught my blank stare as her momentum stopped.

“I think Eva’s too new for me to know. What’s that plex thing?”

“Oh! It’s kinda your mom’s Bar-bomb-ian move except… like, c’mere.”

She gestured me closer as she stepped into the ring. I approached like she wanted and she took one of my arms with a polite kind of firmness.

So she sorta gets you on her shoulder. Then she sorta lifts and rolls…”

She talked me through it since she needed me to cooperate. I could see someone like our moms pulling it off but even as small as I was, Kiana was nowhere near that strong. The X definitely didn’t fake their wrestling, after all.

Kiana hoisted me up so I was laying my stomach on her shoulder. She grunted with effort and heaved me to one side, weakly swinging me head first towards the mats. It was a short and soft drop, easy enough for me to pad my landing with my arms. I could still see how the real deal would be more effective and impressive.

Kiana leaned into the move, clumsily hooking an arm inside my leg. She folded me up with my legs over my head, crudely riding the momentum of the initial move. She followed through, laying herself atop the back of my legs for a pretty solid pin. It felt like when mom and I would play fight and she’d let me win, pulling off moves I never really could have on the champ.

It was always something special between us, and I felt a hint of it again with Kiana splayed across me and looming over me, meeting her eyes with her breast resting against my thighs. It was hard to read on her darker cheeks but I was definitely blushing.

“You kids okay?”

We both jerked back up to our knees. Mom was standing a short way away from the ring. She was dressed in her workout gear of a muscle shirt and sweatpants, same as always. Her old beat up gym bag (the league kept offering her a new one but she said she liked it better) was slung over one brawny shoulder. She was smirking with a knowing look in her eyes as we fumbled to convince her nothing was happening.

“Yea!” we both blurted.

“I was just showing Eric around the ring-”

“Just cleaning the mats!”

“Just sorta tripped…”

Mom laughed and shrugged her bag higher up her neckline.

“Oh relax. I saw everything. I’ve been here a whole minute now. I know a Uberplex when I see one,” she assured us with a wave of her hand.

“I was just coming in for a workout and wanted to see if my old training buddy was ready to join me.”

Her warm gaze was fixated on me, removing any doubt she wasn’t talking about our old play matches. I looked over at Kiana for approval and she threw up her hands.

“Oh, helping the wrestlers comes first. Don’t go lookin’ at me for this one,” she insisted.

“I’ll go take care of the trash in the east hall. You owe me for taking care of that for you, okay?” she warned, pointing my way.

I just smiled and nodded. It would be nice catching up with mom, especially if it meant missing trash duty. Mom nodded for me to follow her to another of the side rooms with a fresh sparring ring while we let the one we’d been working on dry off. I wasn’t surprised when mom locked the door behind us, considering we'd been sneaking in quickies all over the stadium since I’d signed on.

“Look at my big growing boy,” mom sighed as she approached me.

She still had to stoop down to reach me, almost doubled over to squeeze me in her hug. I wasn’t sure what had gotten into her but she seemed to hug extra tightly. Possessively. Like she’d especially missed me, enough that I did a quick mental check if I’d missed any kind of birthdays.

“I’m not that big yet, mom,” I laughed, blushing all the same as I hugged her back.

Mom lifted me off my feet for a moment before sitting me down on the ring apron. Her eyes darted to cue me to get inside, slipping between them with a familiar ease. I’d been in about as many wrestling rings as I had playgrounds growing up.

“Well you’ve been so busy lately! I’ve barely got to see you!”

I just smile as she follows me into the ring. I don’t bother reminding her that she drives me to work every day and we bump into each other fairly often for how big this place is. The two of us are all we’ve got for family, after all.

“So you wanted to catch up? Another play match like we used to?” I assumed.

Once again, I was unphased when mom slipped off her first layer of clothes. She left herself in her sports bra and panties to my shorts and shirt. I’m still a little stunned at seeing her undressing. I lived with the champion wrestler, but I’ve seen enough ordinary people to realize just how uniquely hot she is as a muscle goddess. Big breasts despite her brawny muscles and motherly curves just create a constantly shifting mass of semicircles.

“Well since you’re such a big boy now, I thought we could maybe take it up a notch. You ready for a real match with your mama?”

Mom smiled and rested her hands on her hips. She was absolutely tempting but I let out a nervous laugh.

“No way. I’ve seen what you did to Savana Stingaray. I wouldn’t last ten seconds.”

“You last a lot longer than that most nights,” mom purred teasingly.

I blushed and started to slide my shirt off over my head, knowing it won’t stay on for long anyway. The moment it’s off and I can see again, mom’s right in front of me and grabbing me by the neck. She easily lifts me up with one hand and chokeslams me back down to the mats with a resounding thud. I buck hard, completely rattled and stunned by her powerful move. She’d put me through playful mock-ups of the move before but this was some genuine ache coursing through me.

“Got to be ready for the real stuff, little man,” she gloated as she rose to her knees over me.

Mom slid a leg over my chest, sitting her thick and muscular butt right in my face. I was too stunned to do more than moan anyway as she aggressively removed my pants, forcing the fly open and yanking them off my limply squirming legs with no trouble at all.

“And that means taking your lumps once in a while.”

Once she’d stripped us both down to our underwear, mom climbed off me while keeping a hold of my legs. I dangled upside down like a piece of meat as she tucked my legs under her arms, trapping them in her armpits with her flexing biceps. She grabbed my young bulge and squeezed it roughly through my briefs, making my pathetic squirming a bit more frantic. My boner certainly started to stir from her direct attention, even as my head as spinning.

“Uhhh… mom? Are you okay?” I asked cautiously as I started to regain some of my senses.

“Doin’ fine, sweety!” mom chimed.

“But I’d worry more about yourself once you’re in the ring, and your opponent second.”

Her strong hand gripped and tore my underwear off like they were a bag of chips. I slipped out of her grip at that, landing naked on the mats as my barely dressed mom towered over me. My brain swapped through fighting back or running, settling on neither while I was staring at my hot buff mom.

I was still sitting up when she got me by one shoulder, easily turning me around away from her. She knelt behind me and looped a thick arm around my neck in a chokehold. Her bicep tightened against my throat but I still paid more attention to the soft set of milfy breasts that my head settled in between. I could feel the soft flesh overflowing from her bra against my ears and cheeks as she pulled up, lifting me forcefully until I had to grab at her beefy forearm to keep from choking. It wasn’t a full on knockout attempt, but it was definitely harder than she’d held me like this before.

“Mom… I think you’re mad,” I choked out from within her chokehold.

“Just doing my job, handsome,” she cooed in my ear.

It sent a shiver down my spine that ended at the peak of my erection. Her free hand returned to brushing over my cock, making me shiver in her grasp for reasons other than the lack of air. Mom nibbled at my ear before biting hard enough to sting.

“Just reminding you who’s your mommy and who’s your champ is all.”

I moaned as I rubbed my hands over her bicep, as if appreciating her chokehold. She kept me weakened and distracted, not that she needed to to absolutely overpower me. I barely even noticed when she adjusted her grip, sticking her arms under mine and lifting me into a suplex. My shoulders bumped into the mats while I was turned upside down. My dick bobbed above my head as I laid stuck in the upturned position, mom’s hands resting over my legs to keep me stuck like that. One hand pulled at the shoulder strap of her bra, sliding it off over her head.

“What’s the matter? Getting too old to play with your mommy?” she purred as she tossed her sports bra away.

“Maybe this’ a little more grownup for you.”

She let her big heavy tits fall between my legs. Her nipples were hard and aimed right at me as she rolled her brawny shoulders, letting her breasts sway along with them. They swatted lightly at my cock, wrangling it between them until her chest was resting on top of my balls with my dick stuck between them. She gave me a coy smirk as she reached past my legs, her upper body’s weight keeping me doubled over backward as she pinned my hands in place. I breathed heavily as my muscles ached like we had been going at it for an hour, and precum dripped over her cleavage before trailing its way down and dribbling onto the mats. Her effortless titjob had me leaking as she bullied me around the ring with ease and I was starting to like the roughness.

“Looks like somebody’s still got feelings for his mommy,” mom cooed, lifting a hand to rub over my swollen tip.

I gasped softly, biting my lip and nodding rapidly. Mom chuckled as the world champion planted some soft kisses around my cockhead, lapping up some of the clear juices.

“Well if you’re not all tuckered out from your little friend there, why don’t you prove it? I need to make sure my little man’s ready for his big new grownup life.”

I started to piece together what she was talking about when she stepped up and slid off her panties. She kept things trim down there, a tasteful strip of bush above her neatly shaved pussy lips. She kicked them away as she spread my legs out and straddled me, planting her hungry wet pussy on top of my erection. It readily slid into its second home as I moaned and arched my back, even as mom grabbed and pulled on my legs like her amazon position was another of her submission holds. She yanked on my legs as she started riding me, pulling me in with each thrust. Her heavy and powerful body rammed into me with a wet smacking sound over and over, sucking me inside her pussy with her aggressive humping. Her weight kept pressing down on me, making her breasts wobble in front of my face. My gasping, panting lips brushed against her bouncing nipples when she pushed especially hard, grunting away with her intense efforts.

“Come on… come on, tough guy. Can’t pin your mama like you used to?” she huffed.

My upturned legs just bobbed along with her thrusts, pinned by my mom’s pussy. I just panted on and reached up, rubbing and squeezing her gorgeous tits. She breathed heavier and shut her eyes for a moment before she gripped my wrist, pulling my hand harder into her chest.

“Harder…” she huffed breathlessly.

I bit my lip and slapped one of her breasts. The meaty orb gave off such a rewardingly thick sound and so did mom as she gave a husky grunt.

“Fuck yes… my bad little boy. My little champ in the making…” mom panted.

I was too horny not to pitch in. I slapped and squeezed at her solid chest that had taken chairshots far tougher than anything I could dish out. Even digging my nails into her areolas and pulling on her nipples like an aggressive dairy farmer, she just moaned and fucked me harder. Her pussy juice kept her aggressive riding going smoothly as her breasts bounced around in my hands and I was mesmerized by the constant shift and jiggle of her muscles pumping hard on top of me.

“That all you got, squirt? I’ve got your number. Your mine… all mine…”

She leaned in closer, huffing right into my face as she buried my dick as deep as it would go into her. I clutched her breasts as they squashed against my hands and chest, feeling her hot breath over my lips.

“One… twoooo…. threEEEEE~OHHH~!!”

Mom’s impressive bulk pushed completely into me, sheathing me balls deep inside her. I could feel her trembling slit and clit as she clenched around me, gushing a sloppy orgasm across my lap and folded up chest. My balls reacted to the rewarding look of mom’s o-face and lusty cries by firing off inside her inviting pussy. My thick cum mixed with her creamy juices, leaving me soaking in our mutual release. She let out a few of her primal, satisfied grunts before she finally slid off of me. My limbs flopped to the mats, glad to finally be able to uncramp and move on their own.

“Okay… okay, that feels better,” mom sighed beside me.

“So uh… I’m sorry?” I ventured as an obvious guess.

Mom let out another relieved sigh and rested with her back against the mats. Her strong, warm hand rubbed gently over my lightly battered body before pulling me close to her. It seemed like no matter how big I’d get, she’d always be bigger as she wrapped my strong arms and legs around me. I instinctively shut my eyes in the comfortable and familiar bubble of muscle that was her cuddling. Mom’s irreplaceable and perfect mix of strong and soft.

“Don’t be, babe. You’re my one and only baby boy. I can’t stay mad at you. I just…”

She leaned down and nuzzled her face into my hair.

“I just hoped you wouldn’t grow up so dang fast. I’m glad you got your job but seeing you roll around with the Hussan girl… I got a little jealous. I like what we have. I was just worried about losing you too soon.”

So that’s what it was. I shook my head and leaned deeper into our snuggling, resting my head against her strong and sweaty chest. Her heavy breathing gently bobbed my head along with her soft tits and strong pecs.

“Mom, you’re the literal best. I can’t imagine anyone being better than you at anything. Sex, wrestling, knowing the best takeout places…”

Mom giggled at the flattery and stroked my hair fondly.

“Kiana’s cool, but we were just messing around on the job. She’s just a friend. And if I do end up dating anybody, they’re going to have to be okay with how things are between you and me, because that’s never changing.”

I peeked up at mom to see a big, soft smile, clearly reassured by my words.

“I had to be the best to make a perfect little guy like you,” she praised.

A strong finger tipped my head up and she kissed me deeply. I moaned softly past her lips and leaned in closer for some more practice before I had to get back to work.