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"Do you give up?" Mom asked.

"No way," I growled. Ok, so I was on my back, and my forty-five-year-old mother was perched on my chest, he knees on my biceps, and despite my squirming I couldn't dislodge her. But give up? No way!

"You might as well give up, honey," said Mom, grinning down at me. Her blue-white gymnast's leotard was soaked from her workout earlier, and I could see the outline of her large, matronly breasts underneath. That didn't make me feel any better about being stuck beneath her.

"Come on, Mom," I said, now panting underneath her weight. "You just got lucky. If you hadn't tripped me and then bounced on my stomach, there's no way you'd, uh, that you would have, uh..."

"No way that I would have beaten you?" grinned Mom. "Just admit it, honey. Just because you're all grown up and have your own job now, just because you're bigger than I am and you're a bigshot CPA doesn't mean I'm not still the boss in our relationship."

"The boss!" I yelled. Furious, I bucked and squirmed but couldn't dislodge my middle-aged mother. Her womanly hips were solidly pinning me down. "You're not the boss of me!" I squealed as I kicked in futility.

Mom just laughed. "I'll make you admit it, then," she said. "If pinning you doesn't prove anything, I'll just make you say it out loud."

With that Mom suddenly rose up and then dropped down viciously on my stomach. I grunted as the air burst out of my lungs. Giggling like aschoolgirl, Mom leisurely rolled me to my stomach, and I wasn't able to resist. She grabbed my right wrist and twisted my arm behind my back into a hammerlock. "Ow!" I screeched involuntarily as she jerked my wrist high in between my shoulder blades.

"Say it," Mom demanded. "Say that I'm the boss!"

The pain in my elbow and should was intense, and tears began to well up in my eyes. Nevertheless, I refused to submit.

"Have it your way, big boy," said Mom as she grabbed my hair with her left hand and jerked my head back. I grunted in pain as it seemed like she would snap my neck.

"Say it," she demanded.

I didn't reply; I was too busy trying not to cry to respond.

"You sure are a glutton for punishment," said Mom. "You're just making it harder on yourself."

Helpless, I couldn't stop my mother as she twisted my other arm behind my back and then sat on my crossed wrists. Now she was able to use both hands to grab my chin and yank my head back. The only part of my body that I could control was my legs, which I kicked in frustration and futility. "Say it," Mom whispered in my ear.

"No," I managed to grunt.

"Well, at least I didn't raise a wimp," said Mom, "even if my son is getting his ass kicked by his mother." She let my head fall to the carpet and she rose off me. I lay on the floor, panting and moaning. Mom planted her small foot on the back of my neck and pressed down.

"But it's just a matter of time until you give in," she said.

Eventually she lifted her foot off my neck. I slowly tried to get up. When I was on my knees, Mom forced me into a kneeling position and once again twisted both my arms behind my back. "Say it," she said, yanking upward.

"No," I grunted, though I feared she'd break my arms.

Mom let go of my left arm but kept my right arm captive in the hammerlock. Standing to my side, she used her fleshy thighs to hold me upright and then began to dig the polished fingernails of her free nand into my fatigued abs. She was both scratching me with her nails and driving her surprisingly strong fingers into my muscles. Meanwhile, she was still applying pressure on my arm with her other hand.

"Please, please, Mom, stop!" I screamed.

"Say it!" she demanded.

"I give up!" I whined. "You're the boss!" I whimpered. "Please let go!"

"Ok, honey," she giggled as she released me. I slipped to the floor and fell to my side.

Here I was, a twenty-three year-old man, beaten and humiliated by my own mother.

"Oh, what a nightmare!", was my first think after wake up. "Tonight I have a wrestling match against my Mom in the ring. I must forget about this sleep and win!"

My mother is Adele Roman, well known female wrestler. All my brothers were beaten by her in the wrestling ring, but I'm not going to give up tonight.

*** Tonight ***

In the girls dressing room Adel checks the "special" section her closet and decides to wear hot blue-white satin "wet look" high legged leotard and blue patent knee high boots.

In the guys dressing room James is confident of the coming Match, he dresses. He is wearing white briefs.

The bell rings summoning Adele and James to the ring.

Adele Roman waited for her son in the wrestling ring. She hoped he would be what she needed. He was. The kid lumbered into the ring in his underwear, ready for match. Adele smiled, and her pussy wettened. The kid was 23, redhead, smooth skinned and built like a college athlete she supposed he was. His chiseled and muscular torso already gleaming with sweat. In the front of his baggy shorts, she detected a noticeable bulge.

"He'll do fine," she said to herself, then patting her muscular thighs, added, "you ready, girls?'

Adele was single, 45 years old, with short blonde hair and bright blue eyes, and a body honed by years of weightlifting, aerobics, working out and wrestling. She stood 5-9 and weighed a stone-hard 130 pounds, most of that in her long, ruggedly lean legs. Tanned and limber, they bulged with noticeable but not overpowering muscle. Thickish calves bulged from above her slender ankles, her hamstrings were sinewy and lean, her quads etched with just the right amount of muscle tone. She'd get comments on her legs all the time. And she certainly knew what they could do. She let the boy work his way to his corner before she went to the center of the ring in a stunning blue-white thong leotard to present herself - and lead him on. She stretched like a gymnast, noticing him watching her, the young boy nervously watching when he didn't think she'd see, eyes wide as she once bent over to lay a towel on the ringpost, those hamstrings stretched taut and inviting. She turned back and smiled at him, shooting him a wave and then telling him to start.

James gulped and hunched over a little Adele giggled, knowing the kid was growing wood in his baggy shorts.

He nodded and hurried to the center of the ring, watching her intently when he thought she'd looked off. But she hadn't. She daydreamed about her thighs wrapped around his sucking face. And then it was time.

"Don't be shy, son," she said sternly, "Now be a dear and give your Mom a good fight, would you?"

Both wrestlers approach each other cautiously. James is a bit self conscious due to the pre-cum fluid staining his briefs. They circle for several seconds before locking up in a Collar & Elbow.

Adele was stronger, she forced James's head down then lifted her thigh over his neck, turning his arm backwards. They ruined down on the mat with Adele behind, holding James's neck in tight lock and smothering him. Twisting his arm, she turned her hold into romero position then combined an armlock with headscissors, twisting James's arm behind his back. Lifting her son's body in the air, she tossed him across the ring then applied an abdominal stretch on him.

James was stunned by his mother's strength and wrestling skills, actually their match was a long sequence of various wrestling holds, Adele dominated over him all time and he has no chance to turn the tables. Adele demonstrated all her lovely skills, applying boston crab, camel clutch, armbar, chicken wing, various chokes, clothesline, cobra clutch, craddle suplex, dragin suplex, german suplex, lot of different headscissors, sleeperholds and backbreakers.

Fight of mother and son was finished in the corner on the ring with Adele on top, smothering her son with her elbow and twisting his arm at the same time. Finally James was forced to give up when she straddled his neck and started to twist his head. Adele pressed her knee down to the neck of her knocked out son and celebrated her victory as a Champion of the Family.