After my shower, I wandered downstairs; with the glow of beating up my mom and riding her face to an orgasm fading, it left behind a profound awkwardness at what I’d done. By the time I was dried off, had combed my hair and gotten dressed in a tank top and pajama shorts, Mom had gotten cleaned up, and I heard her making lunch in the kitchen.
“Hi, mom,” I started as I came in. She turned around to glance at me, a blank expression on her face. I guess she’d given up going to work today; she was in a T-shirt and light yoga pants. “Uh, so… do you want to talk about what happened?”
“After lunch,” Mom barked, slamming down a plate with a PB&J in front of me. She stared at me until I sat down, then took a seat herself across from me, starting in on her own sandwich. We ate in awkward silence for a minute before she mercifully picked up the newspaper and started reading it, leaving me not sure where to look as I choked my lunch down as quickly as possible. After we’d both finished she put the newspaper down and stared at me over the table.
“Well, you beat me. I guess you really aren’t a little girl any more.”
“Thanks.”
“And that means I don’t have to go easy on you next time.”
“Excuse me?” I laughed in disbelief. “Are you trying to say you went easy on me?”
“Of course I did. You’re my little girl. Were my little girl,” she corrected herself. “Now I’m going to go all out in the rematch.”
“Rematch?”
“Sierra,” she stood, planting her palms on the table, staring down at me. “You didn’t think I’d let it end like that, did you? It’s time for round two.”
“Right now?” My mind was racing. The punishment she’d inflicted on my nipples was feeling a lot better after the shower, and my hangover had receded; my jaw and belly were a little sore where she’d hit me, but I actually felt pretty good-
“Yes, let’s go,” and just like that she was out the door into the backyard. I got up and followed her, my heart pounding.
We faced off in the grass again; parts of it were still disturbed by the earlier fight, and the clothing we’d ripped off each other was littered around the yard. This was quickly added to as Mom began calmly stripping down, peeling off her T-shirt to reveal she hadn’t bothered with a bra, then stepping out of her yoga pants and underwear bottoms. With a mental shrug I followed suit - it was late morning/early afternoon now and heating up, and the slight breeze felt nice on my naked skin.
Mom raised her fists in front of her face; I followed suit and we squared off, the fight starting as she lunged in at me with a low left aimed at my belly. For some reason I thought this was a feint and waited patiently for her real attack, only realizing this was it as her fist sank into my lower stomach. I gasped, frozen, and Mom smashed a followup right into my jaw, laying me out on the grass.
“Oh, you’re not even going to fight back?” Mom taunted me, coming around to my front and laying a vicious kick into my belly, the force rolling me over on my back. She went to stomp on my stomach, but I barely managed to log roll out of the way. I came up to my feet as mom ran in with a wild kick at my head; I ducked away, leaving mom to stop and rebalance herself, giving me enough time to get up and get my guard back up.
Mom attacked again, aiming at the same target, coming in behind a long, low right; I stepped to the side and kicked her in the stomach, relishing my mother’s cry of pain as the top of my foot smashed into her belly, sending her back to land in the grass with a moan. I stood over her, hands on hips, glaring at her as she rubbed her stomach.
“This is you not taking it easy on me, huh? I’d hate to see-”
From her back, my mother tried to kick me in the crotch; I just managed to jump back in time, barely avoiding the blow. I tripped over mom’s other leg, stumbling back a few steps but managing to stay on my feet, which unfortunately gave Mom enough time to get up.
As we squared off, Mom came in on me quick, aiming another crotch kick at me; I turned to the side and let her foot swing past me, then threw my best right into her stomach. She gasped, leaning forward and resting against me; I gave her another right in the breadbasket, knocking the wind out of her.
My mother’s legs buckled and she slowly slid down my body until she was on her knees in front of me. I knew I should have done something simple and effective like just slamming my kneecap into her mouth, but I couldn’t help myself; I grabbed her hair, pulling her head forward, rubbing her face against my crotch.
Mom braced her hands against my hips, trying to pull her head back; it was tough to keep my grip just because her hair was too short, and I took a step forwards, bending mom over backwards and closing my legs over her face. Mom ended up in a reverse headscissors, still on her knees, her back bent backwards.
Of course she still had her hands free, and before I could even start really squeezing, I felt my mother pulling my buttcheeks apart; I was so surprised at this I just stood there for a second as she started pressing one index finger against my asshole.
“Mom, what the fuck!” I screamed, shooting forward away from her, releasing my mother. I turned to face her as she rolled up to her feet. “What the fuck are you doing?!”
“I’m not taking it easy on you,” she panted, waving me on with the same finger she’d just tried to spear my asshole with. “Come on, Sierra!”
With a growl I closed in on her, throwing a left at her jaw; she ducked under it and kept coming, launching an uppercut slap at my right breast. I tried to grab her wrist, but there was no time; I screamed at the impact, pain shooting through my chest. I crossed my arms over my bare breasts, the natural reaction, but also exactly what my mother was waiting for.
Mom got her crotch shot, stepping up to me, bracing her hands on my shoulders and lifting her knee between my legs. This hurt even more, the pain dropping me to my knees; I covered my crotch, forcing my eyes open, looking up at my mother just in time to see the knockout blow she had aimed at my jaw.
My mother’s fist exploded against my chin, hitting me so hard I did a one-eighty, flopping into the grass on my chest. At least the burning pain in my jaw took my mind a little bit off the sore ache in my crotch; she’d hurt me so badly with those last two moves I was almost missing her slapping my tits.
I was pretty dazed, and Mom pounced before I could manage to do anything, laying down above me on her chest and sliding down, locking her legs around my head from behind. We were both lying on our fronts in the grass, my mother’s thighs around my head, her crotch resting against the back of my skull. She reached down and got a death grip on my wrists, pulling my arms horizontal, straight up over my head.
Mom started squeezing my head with her legs. She was trying to crush my skull, and it felt like she might succeed; I couldn’t breathe very well or see at all with her thighs around my face, but these concerns were nothing compared to the crushing pressure of her constricting legs. Frantic to escape, I braced my feet on the ground and started pushing forward.
I managed to shove us both across the grass, which did me absolutely no good; I was panting into my mother’s inner thighs now, having a lot of trouble getting any air into my system. My next escape attempt was rolling over; I managed to roll us both onto our backs, but this ended up not doing anything for me as I still had my head and arms trapped.
I sat up, but this didn’t break mom’s hold; she hung off me, pulling my arms straight back. I tried to think of what to do next, but nothing came to mind; between my difficulty breathing and the now skull-splitting agony of mom’s scissors, she had me beat. I collapsed on my side, blood pounding in my ears as I started passing out.
I don’t know how long this took - Mom’s legs must have been incredibly sore at this point, but she kept up a hellacious pressure, squeezing me into submission. It felt like it took a long time for her to finish me like this, but it might have just been a few minutes. The last thing I remember before going all the way under was my bladder releasing as I peed in the grass; it was a small mercy that I was so far gone I barely noticed, the embarrassment smothered deep below the darkness washing over me.
The next thing I remember is laying on my back, my mother slapping my face back and forth, screaming my name.
“What!” I gasped, jolting awake. “Mom, what - ow!” I squealed as she unleashed another slap. “I’m awake, stop it!”
“Oh,” Mom paused, her hand still held up for the backhand. “You know, you watered the lawn back there.”
“Shut up,” I moaned. I tried to push her off, but I was still weak, barely able to raise my arms.
“Sierra, what do you think you’re doing?” My mother stared down at me as I failed to shift her off me. My strength was coming back quickly, but I still couldn’t quite move her. “Sierra! Stop that right now. You’ve lost-”
I managed to unseat her, tossing her off me to the right; she went tumbling awkwardly, surprised I’d been able to move her, but she recovered quickly and rolled to her feet. I got up as well, but her knocking me out had really messed me up; the horizon swung crazily as I staggered up, and I almost fell right back down.
“Sierra,” Mom started. “I really think you should just lay down and let me sit on your face now. Mommy doesn’t want to have to hurt you any more, but she will,” she hissed, her voice low and threatening as she closed up with me.
“I’m not going to go easy on you,” I meant to bark back threateningly. It came out as a weak, rasping moan, and Mom stopped to roll her eyes before coming in on me, easily smacking my clumsy, clubbing blow aside and smashing her fist into my stomach.
I gasped, grabbing her shoulders to stay vertical. Mom went around behind me, reaching around my body and cupping my tits. I was too tired to fight back and leaned back against her, moaning as she gently kneaded my breasts, then started teasing my nipples with her fingertips.
“I thought you weren’t going to go easy on me?” my opponent scolded. “What do you call this? You’re not even trying.”
“Just catching my breath,” I panted as she started treating me a little rougher, giving my nipples a hard tweak.
My already muddled mind was flooding with pleasure, and I knew I had to make my move now, shooting my elbow backwards. I almost nailed Mom, but her body was so close to mine I couldn’t get at her stomach, and my elbow kind of slid off her side.
Mom switched grips lightning quick, pulling her right hand off me, her left grabbing my left wrist and applying a strong hammerlock. I yelled at the pain as she wrenched my wrist so far up my back I thought she might dislocate my shoulder. Looking back I guess this was payback for using this move on her when I’d beaten her in our first fight; at the time I failed to appreciate the irony, my animal instincts only recognizing the danger of her being able to hold me immobile.
I started struggling frantically, aiming up another elbow strike; this one completely whiffed, but it at least prompted my mother to change position as she hooked her left leg over my head and pressed down; she now had me held there completely helpless. She waited a beat to see if I was going to try and get out, but I didn’t know how to even start. Satisfied she had me exactly where she wanted, with her free hand she reached around my body and started rubbing my pussy.
“Sierra, you’re dripping wet,” my mother informed me coldly.
“No I’m not,” I lied stupidly (like she couldn’t tell).
“I can’t believe you’re making me do this,” Mom hissed. “You couldn’t have just stayed down after I knocked you out? Why does it always have to be difficult with you, Sierra?” I didn’t know what to say to this; normally we’d get into an argument when she started scolding me like this and I’d be yelling back at her, but normally she didn’t have me bent over in the backyard fingering me and for once I didn’t have anything to say, just moaning helplessly as she worked her will on me.
It dawned on me that I had my right hand free; I grabbed my mother’s right wrist, but I was so weak I couldn’t pull her fingers out of my pussy. I’d never felt more pathetic and embarrassed as I failed to stop my mother from pleasuring me with her hand. I took a deep breath, biting down a sob of helpless humiliation, then tried again with a grunt of effort.
I still couldn’t get her hand away, but I managed to at least disrupt her fingering. I didn’t have time to celebrate even this tiny victory as mom simply switched grips and started teasing my clit with her index finger and thumb.
That was it; my last attempt had failed, and I didn’t have anything left. I surrendered, just standing there, bent over, my left arm hiked up my back, my mother’s leg resting on my head, holding on to her wrist as she had her way with me.
My climax built slowly, all the more powerful when it came over me; a deep howl of pleasure started building inside of me, bursting forth when my mother pushed me over the edge, my entire body shaking, a strong tingle started buzzing in my brain until there was nothing else, and I vaguely heard myself screaming as I rode my peak.
By the time I collapsed on my face in the gass, I was completely finished. My mother rolled me over on my back, standing over me and looking down at me, her head tilted as she took me in. I was a mess, dirt and grass stuck to my skin with sweat, my face and chest flushed, panting raggedy, trying to cover my eyes from the strong sun beating down on us.
“Well, Sierra? Are you ready to give up now?”
“Yes!” I yelled desperately. “You won, okay?”
“All right, get over my knee.”
“What?” I gasped tiredly. “Please-”
“Sierra.” Her voice brooked no argument. “Get over my knee - now.”
With a tired moan I sat up, my mother watching pitilessly as I stood up. She extended her knee and I took my position over it, knowing what was coming next, sticking my butt up in the air and bracing myself as best I could as she started spanking me.
I held on for a little bit, forcing down yelps as she set about working me over, but the defeat and humiliating climax she’d inflicted on me had drained all my toughness; soon I was squealing and sobbing like a little girl again, fruitlessly begging her to stop as she punished me, mechanically spanking my ass beet red.
By the time she flipped me off her knee I was ready to do anything she commanded, but all she wanted me to do was lay there; she straddled my head, facing my feet, slowly lowering herself down, the sun blocked out as she pressed her pussy against my mouth.
She started riding my face heavily, her scent filling my nostrils as she pressed her hips down, rocking back and forth. I was too beat to even raise my arms, laying beaten under her as she had her way with me.
My victorious mother reached down to steady herself, grabbing my breasts and holding on; at first this felt kind of nice, but as she got closer, she started squeezing; her hips began to move faster, pushing down harder as I writhed under her in the grass.
Finally, it was over; she finished, cumming hard on my face, her grip relaxing; for a moment she stayed on top of me, panting in her afterglow, before rolling off me to the side. We lay side by side in the grass for a moment, both of us panting; Mom recovered first, of course, sitting up with a happy sigh.
Mom stood up and helped me to my feet; she had to help me into the shower, got me cleaned up, and then put me to bed, bringing me dinner in one of the bouts between my naps. The next day I got up early enough to have breakfast with mom; we didn’t say anything about the fight, but that was the last time I mouthed off for quite a while
