Grappling with Mom

Grappling with Mom

My Mom had a background in judo, and a few other grappling martial arts. Her Dad had insisted on it when she was growing up. Of course, she also had huge, and I mean absolutely massive tits. She had an ass that wouldn’t quit, and when you added waist length hair, and a quick wit, she was just, SO fucking seductive! 

Which, you know, as an 18-year-old man still living with her, was a problem. 

… Maybe.

I was still super conflicted on it! I mean, I masturbated to the thought of her all the damn time! But I often felt bad about it too. Like, that was my MOM! And I doubted that she would have approved. But that brings us back to her background in grappling. 

You see, I had done some wrestling in high school, and I was hoping to get into a program for it in college. So, when my busty, gorgeous Mother offered to show me a few tricks, it wasn’t crazy at all. She probably knew a lot of moves that I didn’t. 

So, I agreed, though I felt kind of weird about it. I mean, we would be sweating, grabbing, and holding one another down. And that sounded AWESOME! Too awesome to pass up, that was for damn sure. But I was also worried that she would ask what was poking her at some point, and I wouldn’t have a good answer…

Well, the day came. Dad was off at some work thing out of state, and Mom had told me to meet her in the backyard. But, when I walked outside, I was greeted by a sight so bizarre, that I did about 10 double-takes. Like, my brain was struggling to grasp that what I was seeing was real. My Mom. My gorgeous, big titted Mom… Was made up like Chi-Chi from Dragon Ball. She had a sexy little tied up version of Goku’s shirt on, and it was cinched just below her massive tits, proving quite the view. Her bottoms were a gold and purple thong that somehow fit the sexy Mom from the Dragon Ball universe vibe that she was apparently going for. 

I just stood there, with my jaw on the ground, and stared for what felt like several minutes. Then Mom turned to me and grinned. The view was even more stunning from the front. Finally, she said, “I went into your room and saw that you’d left your computer on. And, well, I needed to check my email anyway, so I pulled up an open browser real quick. I just figured I’d check it, and then lock it for you. But, boy oh boy did I get a shock.” 

Oh shit…

“I’ll be honest Son. When I first saw all of those pages of incest porn, I panicked! I had this crazy moment where my mind was racing and I thought, that somehow, my search history had ended up on your computer. But then I got to the Dragon Ball porn, and, that definitely wasn’t me.” 

She gave me a “fess up” look, grinned, asked, “Was it?” 

I gulped, but eventually shook my head no. I mean, this was almost as caught as a person could get. At my admission, Mom smiled, and nodded. But she didn’t look angry. Instead she just kept going. “Well, naturally I was surprised. But the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, so I guess it makes sense. What I really needed to know was, were those just fantasies for masturbation, or did you actually want more. So, I ordered this little costume get-up, and I figured we could try combining the two things that you masturbate to. Well, at least the two things that I KNOW you masturbate to.” 

I… 

I must have looked so confused. Thankfully, Mom took pity on me, sauntered towards me with a very sexy sway of her hips, and placed her fingers on my chin. Lifting until my jaw clacked shut and I was looking her in the eyes. 

“If I’ve misread this,” she said. “I’m going to be, SO, embarrassed… But, I was thinking we could practice grappling today. Right here in the yard. And if you pin me, you get to fuck me. Now, if that sounds good, I need you to say so. And I mean right now. Because honestly, I’m starting to feel that little surge of panic and I’m starting to wonder if I messed up.” 

I assured her that she hadn’t in the most intense clarification of my life!

Once I had, Mom and I both laughed. A desperately needed release of nervous energy. Then she hugged me. Then she stepped through my legs, and turned the hug into a throw. I crashed into the nearby mat, and after a moment of stunned silence, I laughed even harder. 

Mom actually taught me a few moves that day. Wrestling wise I mean. But after she’d pinned me for the second time, she pulled my pants down and had me continue, naked from the waist down. And the first time I finally managed to pin her, she reached down, pulled her panties to the side and said, “You win Son. Time to claim your reward.” 

I fucked my Mom raw on a wrestling mat in our back yard, and it was the single greatest moment of my entire life. She was busty, lusty, and wild. Her pussy was tight and warm, and her moans were the sweetest music I’d ever heard. When we were down, she had me go clean up. 

About an hour after that, I went outside where Mom was washing some bird poop off the car. That was when our neighbor grinned at Mom and commented, “Damn Mary. Bill and you were REALLY going at it earlier. The missus and I could hear you over the television. It was, uh, inspiring, if you know what I mean.” At that, he gave a laugh. Mom just grinned at him, shot him a sexy wink, and said, “Always happy to be an inspiration Ed.” 

I was mortified. Dad was going to find out, and he was going to kill me!

Mom eventually saw my expression and laughed. She gave me a playful shove on the chest, and then told me to go turn the hose off. Once we were inside she let me know that her and Dad were actually in an open, super-kinky relationship. It had just never been appropriate to tell me that before. But, if Ed congratulated Dad on his “performance”, Mom assured me that, Dad would just take the praise, and then demand details from her later on. Which, she also assured me, would include everything except for my identity. 

For now at least, I was safe from being murdered. Which was nice. 

But what was nicer was when Mom called me to the kitchen to help her prepare dinner. Because it was then that she told me that she didn’t want to pry, or go digging through my computer without permission, but if we were going to have a sexual relationship, than she wanted to know more of my kinks than just, Mom + Dragon Ball. 

“That said,” she purred. “I do have a Bulma costume on its way. So, I was thinking that we’d head to the store after dinner and grab you a jean jacket. I’m liking this cosplay thing, and want to keep it going for a little bit longer at least.”

I gulped, nodded, and started mentally working on my Trunks cosplay. 

Honestly, my biggest question from that day had been whether or not it was a one-time thing. But now I had my answer. Mom wanted to practice grappling every weekend moving forward. And while I wasn’t sure how much grappling I would learn. I was 100% certain that I would be learning a lot. One way or another.

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