Teens vs Dads Summer Tournament (Finale)

Our team had completely eliminated the girls, but that wasn’t quite the end of the festivities; there was no winner. It seemed obvious that since Cassandra and Judy had gotten into the second round, they should wrestle each other to determine the champ. Cassie came over to discuss it, and unable to resist teasing her, I asked if she was ready to see me wrestling Frank for the title.

“Dad, please,” Cassie rolled her eyes. “No offense, but nobody wants to see two old guys fighting.” I shared a look with my undefeated teammate; he just sighed.  

“All right. Whoever wins this gets to take home - uh - “ I picked up the belt - “this beautiful championship title. Wrestlers, to the center… Um, Judy, do you need five?”

“She doesn’t get five!” my daughter yelled, her competitive nature taking over. To Judy’s credit she’d gotten to her feet although she looked mighty wobbly. Both wrestlers went to the center to start the final fall, Cassandra with her back to the girl’s corner, Judy with her bare butt facing us. Judy hadn’t had much time to rest from losing to me and still looked quite flushed, while Cassie had a full match to catch her breath and ice her knee; it looked just slightly swollen from here, but I guessed we’d see how it was working shortly. I yelled “Fight!” and sat back to watch, guessing Judy would try some stalling tactics to give her time to recover.

She didn’t; the kid has guts, I have to give her that. As they closed Cassie opened by launching her fastest slap at Judy, but the skinnier fighter went under it with surprising speed, dropping to slide on her knees, coming to a stop with her head between her opponent’s thighs, and I could guess from the priceless look of shock on my girl’s face what Judy was doing. Cassie stood there frozen for a second before coming back to her senses, lifting her arms and then slamming a massive double-ax handle into Judy’s back, knocking her down to the mat on her chest. Cassie gave her opponent a huge stomp to the spine, then one to the back of the head that looked devastating. Judy slowly rolled over, but her opponent was clearly in control as Cassie scooped Judy up like a ragdoll. My daughter laid Judy over her wide shoulders, one hand hooking her opponent’s upper thigh and the other one her neck, and started pulling down.

This must have hurt poor Judy quite badly after the working over I’d given her back, and she wailed in agony as Cassie worked the hold. I leaned forward in my seat to see if Judy would give up, but she held on. My daughter barked at her to submit, but Judy shook her head. Cassie lost her patience and dropped to a kneel, slamming Judy down over her knee in a massive backbreaker. Cassie kept her opponent over her knee, pressing down on Judy’s shoulderblades and crotch, bending her victim’s back, copying my move from the previous match. She must have been in intense pain but Judy still wouldn’t give up, and Cassie flipped her off her knee with an annoyed grunt. Judy hit the mat on her chest and didn’t move.

“Finish her off!” I yelled. I didn’t want to see Judy take any more punishment and it seemed like she was finished. Whether she heard me or not my daughter rolled Judy onto her back, then laid on top of her and started kissing her. I guess she decided Judy would never verbally submit and was going to finish her sexually; Cassie certainly had her work cut out for her (probably applying a bit too much hurt before going for an erotic submission) but she went to it with gusto, attacking Judy’s mouth with her tongue while she pressed her wide thigh between her opponent’s legs, grinding it against her target’s pussy.

Judy slowly started coming around as Cassie worked her over. Judy’s arms came off the mat and cupped her opponent’s hanging breasts. Cassie broke off the kiss, grabbing Judy’s wrists, pulling her hands away and slamming them back down to the mat, holding them there as she slid her head down and started sucking on Judy’s nipples. Cassie’s technique looked a little rough from here, but it seemed effective; Judy kicked her legs helplessly and moaned as Cassie sucked, then flicked, then swirled her tongue around Judy’s hard nipples. Eventually Cassie decided Judy was finished and released her prey’s wrists, moving into a 69 position on top of her. My daughter’s lack of experience this kind of attack showed as she neglected to keep her hips high, letting Judy counterattack with her mouth as both girls started eating each other out, but it looked like Cassie had it all wrapped up anyway as she tried to break her opponent with her tongue.

For a minute the match hung in the balance as the two girls went at each other; then Judy lifted her right hand off the mat and it went between her opponent’s legs as she started working Cassie’s clit. The heavier fighter stopped and moaned deeply, lying on top of her opponent just panting until I yelled at her to fight back; she tried to do so, but Judy’s legs closed around her head, catching Cassie out of position, her mouth stuck against her opponent’s inner thigh instead of her crotch.

But my daughter still had some fight in her, and she pushed off the mat, lifting herself off her opponent. Judy held on to the headscissors for a second before she fell off, rolling over and getting up. The fighters circled, both sweaty and flushed; it looked like the match was going to end soon one way or the other.

They closed and Judy grabbed at Cassie’s tits, but my daughter went low and slammed her elbow into Judy’s tummy, bending her over. Cassie took hold of her opponent and lifted her off the mat, flipping her around so that both wrestlers were in a elevated 69 (like she was about to deliver a piledriver).

I guess Cassie figured there was no way Judy could finger her clit while hanging upside down in her arms. The girls buried their faces in each other’s crotches, Cassie still holding Judy upside down in the air. Now I think I see what Cassie was going for here - she had Judy in position to either finish her, or if Judy started pulling ahead and getting close to making her cum, Cassie could just drop her on her head, or even nail her with a piledriver. I’ve seen this move work before, but it failed her here as Judy reached around my daughter’s body, pried her buttcheeks apart and pressed her finger against Cassie’s ass. Cassandra moved to escape this but Judy stopped her short, sliding her finger up Cassie’s butt, leaving the bigger fighter in the embarrassing position of holding her opponent upside down while getting her pussy eaten and her rear cornholed. In this position Judy forced Cassie to a powerful climax, the bigger fighter’s arms and legs shaking as she threw her head back and screamed in helpless ecstasy. Unable to stand she fell backwards, Judy landing on top of her. There was no doubt my girl had submitted via climax, and I went to check on her while Judy was presented with her trophy. I’d brought along a my daughter’s bathrobe and draped it over her broad shoulders as I saw her trying not to cry. I raised her to be a good sport, and she took a few deep breaths before composing herself and going to the center of the ring to shake the champ’s hand. Judy pulled her in for a hug before accepting her trophy. The 2017 tournament was over.

Teens vs Dads Summer Tournament (Round 2)

Cassandra vs Frank

The first match of the second round was Cassandra vs Frank. I felt this one was about fifty-fifty on who would win; if Cassie could keep Frank off guard and keep laying in her power moves I didn’t doubt she could finish him off fairly quickly, but all of her muscle also made her more susceptible to his submission holds than a more supple fighter.

Instead of locking up the match started with Cassie started posing at her opponent, flexing her arms and roaring. Frank just stood there as the girl’s team cheered their fighter. After showing off for a bit Cassandra put her hands up in a test of strength and Frank accepted, locking his hands with hers. I have no idea what Frank thought he was doing as to the girls’ delight Cassie overpowered him quickly, pushing him down to his knees, then forcing him flat on his back, and in under a minute she had a full bare breast smother locked in on my partner.

“Frank, get up! Don’t let her do that to you!” I pleaded. Cassie aimed a happy, nasty look of triumph at me: “Don’t bother, dad. Your buddy’s finished!” She turned back to Frank. “Isn’t that right? You wanna tap out?”

Frank had been trying fruitlessly to push Cassandra off him, but she was too strong; instead he reached down towards her midsection. For a second I thought he was indeed going to tap, but instead he started tickling my daughter. Now I’m not going to say that I showed my teammates where Cassie is susceptible to being tickled before the tournament, but I’m not saying I didn’t either, and Frank got his fingertips right under her ribs and set my daughter shrieking in helpless, squirming laughter. He managed to get his larger opponent rolled off him and pressed the attack, laying a thrashing Sam out on her back as he kept tickling her. He tried to roll her over onto her chest, but to do this he had to stop tickling her, and as soon as he did the spell was broken; Cassie shot a kick at him that missed, but he had to back off, and a panting, red-faced Cassie got to her feet, looking more winded from her laughing fit than I’d seen her all day.

Frank charged her trying to take her down before she could recover, but she had the stamina of a teenager and caught him, pulling him down into a front facelock (like she was about to give him a DDT), swinging around to convert this into a strong headlock, pressing her opponent’s face into her big left breast. She started marching him around the mat, to the delight of her teammates; Frank slapped at her strong body ineffectively. When that didn’t work he reached down for her left knee, but her dragging him around the mat kept him from getting a good grip; II guess he did at least prompt Cassie to change tactics as she smoothly switched holds, getting behind Frank and wrapping her arms around his midsection, lifting him up, planting her left leg and giving him an Atomic drop.

Poor Frank took the full brunt of this move and rolled off my daughter holding himself in what looked like deep pain. Cassie asked if he wanted to give up, but he only managed a choked gasp. With a shrug she set about trying to finish him off, getting on his ride side, taking his limp cock between her index finger and thumb.

Now I don’t think anyone watching Frank laying on the mat in agony getting manhandled by his friend’s teenage daughter would call him lucky, but he did get a lucky break as his opponent made a classic mistake here - she had just inflicted massive damage on Frank’s balls, but she wanted to finish him now with an erotic attack, which would be much less effective. I’d warned her about this before in her career, but felt kind of glad she hadn’t listened as it gave Frank a chance, however small, to recover and turn the tide on her. Cassie only managed to get Frank to half extension with her hand and moved to finish him with her mouth, her team cheering as she bent over and started blowing her opponent. Frank started slowly lifting his right leg and I leaned forward on my plastic chair as he quickly turned his hips, locking a strong headscissors on my daughter. Cassie let out a bark of surprise, Frank’s shaft falling out of mouth just before his legs clamped closed around her head. She pawed at his legs with her hands and for a second I was scared she was going to just pull his legs apart, but it looked like this wasn’t going to happen as she tried and failed to get one of her hands between his legs to force them open. My relief was short lived as she instead hooked her arms behind Frank’s back and lifted him off the mat. Before she could slam him back down he released his legs and awkwardly slid down her body. Cassie hadn’t expected this and had a goofy look of surprise on her face as Frank came to rest on the mat. Recovering her wits she lifted her leg for a stop, but Frank rolled away from her up to his feet, and before she could get back on a solid footing he charged her, going low in a slide tackle that took her other leg out. Cassie pitched forward and slammed into the mat on her chest, the impact stunning her. Frank quickly grabbed her right ankle and applied a single-leg Boston crab, expertly torquing my girl’s leg. Cassie screamed as he pulled her thick thigh as far back as he could, but he couldn’t keep the hold on long as she powered out by simply pushing off the ground, forcing Frank the break the hold. Looking to finish him in one move she lunged, trying to trap him in a bearhug, but she winced as she put weight on her right leg, pausing for just a second. This gave Frank time to go under her grab and sweep her legs out. Cassie sat down heavily on the mat with a oomph, and a kick to the chest (landing inbetween her breasts) put her down on her back. Cassie groaned and was too slow to stop her opponent from quickly locking on a figure-four leglock.Her groan became a scream as Frank started bending the same knee he’d targeted earlier. Her team started yelling advice (Judy telling her to roll over, Kayla telling her to reach down and grab Frank’s legs, and Zoe just barking “Don’t let him do that to you!”) Cassie tried rolling over first, but this was an escape she wasn’t familiar with, and only managed to rock back and forth; moaning in pain she then tried to free herself by reaching down and pulling Frank’s legs off hers, but she could barely reach and wasn’t able to get her power into the effort. Finally she laid back and with a groan gave up, tapping her opponent’s legs in a rare non-erotic submission (not that I’m complaining; I didn’t need to see my neighbor getting my little girl off right in front of me).

Frank let her go and I went out to help him check her knee; we had to help her up and over to her area to lay her down on a lounger, but a few icepacks and she’d be good as new. Kayla went to get some from the freezer while I had to go to the center of the mat - my match was up next and if I won, we’d have the whole tournament locked up. My daughter told my opponent to get one back for the girl’s team as I got ready to face off with Judy.

Eric vs Judy

Judy was starting totally naked, while I still had my bottoms; I doubted I’d manage to keep them more than a minute or two, but at least I could make Judy work for it a bit, and knowing she was going to try and get them off right away gave me a little bit of an edge (I hoped). As for my own strategy I was going to try and wrestle with her, picking a body part to work - I ruled out her long, thin arms and legs; it would have to be her head or back, depending on how the match went. No matter what happened I knew from experience I couldn’t beat her in the kind of sexfight she’d try to engage me in; the last time we’d tussled she had managed to draw me into a sexfight and I’d ended up on all fours, one of her long fingers up my ass (she didn’t have the reputation of being a prostate poker for nothing) and then milked me in front of my wife and daughter; not my proudest moment. Of course as this memory came to my mind I started getting hard, a detail my opponent did not miss even through my bottoms; she smiled at me and licked her lips. 
We closed to start the match and sure enough she went right for my shorts. This move seemed so obvious I looked for a fake-out, but no, she was just that single-minded, and it cost her as I grabbed her, wrapping my arms around her torso, lifting her up off the ground before turning and slamming her down hard on her back. I’d assumed this would stun her, but even though the pain she stayed focused,  surprising me by grabbing the waistband on my shorts. I reached down to try and hold my bottoms up, but the girl’s team erupted in hoots and cheers as Judy yanked my suit down, leaving me flapping in the breeze. They were less pleased as I grabbed two handfuls of Judy’s long hair and pulled her down into a standing headscissors. I tried to grab her wrists (thinking to pull her arms straight up and really get her trapped), but I guess I should have known better as I barely had the hold on for five seconds before her hands were prying my buttcheeks apart. It wasn’t any mystery what she was going to try to do next and before she could, I bent down, linking my arms around her midsection, then stood back up and hefted her up onto my shoulders.
I guess looking back this wasn’t a smart move to try so early in the match, and I suppose Judy had managed to panic me a little bit by going after my butt. Instead of slamming her down to the mat I froze as my opponent locked her legs around the back of my head. I swayed there for a second, my face pressed into her naked crotch, before she slammed an elbow into the top of my head and I sank to my knees, then fell forward, ending up on my chest, Judy on her back scissoring my head. This was a dangerous spot and I had to quickly choose between two escape options; I briefly considered stealing one of Judy’s own moves and trying to get a finger up her butt, then discarded this as she might not even flinch and went for a plan that almost never works, trying to get my hands between her legs and prying them apart. 
I chose the second option because Judy isn’t very strong, and I was rewarded by being able to take a deep breath after forcing her thighs away from each other. My opponent hadn’t expected this and stared at me in shock for a second, I reached for her but she came to her senses too fast, somersaulting backwards away from me. She got to her feet and we circled. My hard cock was bobbing in front of me and in perhaps not the most shocking turn of events in history Judy badly faked a jab at my head and then lunged at my dick.
I caught her as she went low, lifting her over my head in a basic suplex; she grunted as her body came down and her back slammed into the mat. I tried to grab her, but she has good instincts and rolled away from me, getting to her knees, and I had to back off, on the lookout for a charge - she doesn’t weigh much, but if she got enough momentum into it she could tackle me pretty effectively. I guess at this point she’d figured out just lunging at my cock wasn’t going to work, and she tricked me by faking another lunge; I didn’t recognize it as a feint until too late, my hands dropping out of position, leaving me open for a hard kick to my stomach. I bent over in shock and she quickly slapped a headlock on me, pressing my face against her left breast like my daughter had done to Frank in the last match.
Of course Judy is much flatter, and this didn’t really work; I was able to breathe very easily, and Judy marching me around the mat gave me a break to catch my breath. I let her do this until I was ready to continue and then locked my arms around her midsection, lifting her off the mat. I gave her an Atomic drop, making sure she landed on her butt, not wanting to hurt her crotch. I’m not sure my opponent was terribly appreciative as her tailbone smacked into my knee and she fell to the mat on her side with a loud curse. I followed up with a simple but effective move, sitting down facing Judy’s back; she was laying on her left side and I grabbed her right arm and leg, planting my foot in her back and pulling. 
Judy wailed as I pulled, but when I asked her if she wanted to give up she panted “not yet,” so with a mental shrug I went back to working the hold. Unfortunately this was less effective than it could have been because of her long limbs, and after a minute or two I decided to switch to something else, not wanting to let her recover as she’d done to me with her ineffective headlock. But what to put her in? While I pondered this I got to my feet, lifting her with me and giving her another suplex, dropping her on her back. She rolled over with a moan and I grabbed her, getting on one knee and laying her out over my leg, facing up. I put one hand under her chin and the other on her tummy (below her belly button) and started pressing down. This isn’t a hard hold to escape, but Judy was worn down and I could tell from her lack of resistance that she was just about finished; the perils of focusing on erotic wrestling, I suppose, leaving her susceptible to my moves targeting her back.
Still, I’d seen comebacks from far worse than the state Judy was in, so just to make sure I worked the hold until I felt her body go totally limp; then I lowered her down to the mat, laying her flat on her back. She managed to cover her eyes with her right arm, but nothing else. 
Of course she hadn’t submitted yet, so I got ready to put her away. I laid down next to her on the ground, my feet near her head and vice versa. I was on her right side and lifted her right leg, draping it over my right shoulder, scooting up a little so I had full access to her bare crotch with both hands. Judy gasped as I ran a finger up her slit; she was wet - she’s got a strong libido, which is probably more to take the credit than anything I’d done so far - and I proceeded with my plan, slipping a finger in, hearing my opponent moan as I started breaking any resistance she had left. I’d finished Judy like this before and knew how she liked it - light work with one finger, then adding a second hand stimulating her clit as she got worked up, then getting two or three fingers in for the finish. I started with one hand, her legs thrashing on the mat. Before I could get very far into the second phase her teammates started yelling at her, and she began to come around. For a second my heart started pounding as a vision of her mounting a comeback flashed before me. She grabbed my cock - I’d gotten pretty hard working on her - and her hand started flying up and down my shaft, stopping every dozen strokes for her thumb to tease my tip.
Despite the head start I’d gotten I knew she could outlast me. I closed my legs around her hand, and she likewise closed her legs around mine, but I had the advantage now; she needed to move her hand up and down my shaft to get me off, but I just had to keep moving my fingers already inside her. Judy grunted in annoyance as she realized what I’d done, and then she went to her ace, trying to use her free hand to target my ass. 
But the way I was laying on the mat meant she couldn’t get in there, and my opponent was left trying to find a way out of the position I’d put her in before her time ran out and I made her cum. With just one free hand her options were limited; she tried to pull my legs apart uselessly, then tried tickling my legs, then the bottom of my feet, then was reduced to slapping my legs in irritation as she got more and more worked up. I knew I’d won when I saw her lay back and accept the inevitable. I changed the motion of my fingers buried in her to a come-hither motion, and that partnered with my clitoral stimulation finished her; Judy thrashed in helpless ecstasy and the match came to an end as my opponent submitted to pleasure, screaming in rapture, her body shaking as I finished her with a massive orgasm.

We released each other and I got to my feet, catching a towel Frank tossed me to clean off my fingers. Of course this wasn’t quite the end of the tournament; there was no champ, so it looked like there was going to be one last match to decide who’d be taking home the belt.

Teens vs Dads Summer Tournament (Round 1)

Last week the annual Teens vs MILFs tournament wrapped up, which meant this week it was time for the (admittedly, slightly less popular) Teens vs Dads tournament. Me and my daughter were both wrestling in it - this was Cassandra’s second year, and as for me I’d honestly forgotten how many tournaments I’d been in now.

The rules are simple - matches go to a submission (with an orgasm as an automatic submission - even if you got in the dominant position, if you went off first you lose). There are no other official rules; everyone is friends and here to have fun in good-natured competition, so we didn’t have to worry about anybody getting injured on purpose or anything like that. The winner of the tournament usually got a little trophy to keep - this year it was a cheap title belt made out of bright pink and gold plastic.

The matches all take place on thick blue mats laid out poolside at the O'Brien house, the teen team on one end of the mats and the dads on the other. The first match of the tournament was my daughter Cassandra for the girls against Deon for the dads.

Cassandra vs Deon

My daughter Cassandra is 19 years old and the biggest girl in the tournament, standing 5’11” and, oh, I’d guess 175 pounds or so of muscle. She takes after me rather than her mother (although she’s actually a few inches taller than me now) including my blonde hair, brown eyes, and unfortunately a slightly square jaw, although of course she’s still the prettiest girl in the whole world to her dad. Today she had her long hair parted on the left and tucked behind her ear. She was wearing her white two-piece bikini she and her mom had picked out last summer, and I could tell she was nervous as she shifted her weight from foot to foot.

To be fair, her opponent was the biggest wrestler in the tournament period, my old friend Deon, 6’1” and 220 pounds of muscle stuffed into a pair of red trunks. Now I personally thought this matchup should have been the last bout of the tournament’s first round as the two biggest bruisers from each team going up against each other and it was an exciting match everyone wanted to see, but the moms are in charge of making the brackets and this was the first one up. It sure looked like it was going to be a good one; despite Deon having strength and weight, Cassie has youth on her side, plus a natural advantage all the girls enjoy - none of the dads wanted to start throwing punches at someone’s little girl, so none of the dads used many striking attacks; the girls of course felt free to do so, and I’d collected my share of shiners and bruises during tournament matches.

It was time for the first match to start, Cassie and Deon closing with each other. Cassie struck first, hammering a low punch into Deon’s stomach, but he flexed his abs and laughed off her hit - pretty impressive; I know how hard my daughter can land a punch. Deon started flexing his pecs, making them jump in turn with a laugh. His mirth didn’t last long as Cassie kicked him hard between the legs, the top of her foot smacking into his trunks.

“Booooooo!” I yelled as my teammate went down holding himself. “Booo! Fight clean!” I was hoping to distract my daughter and give my teammate time to recover, but Cassie barely paused to roll her eyes at me before pulling Deon back to his feet, hooking her right arm between his legs, lifting him up off the mat with a feminine grunt before slamming him down hard on his back. Her teammates cheered and whooped and Cassie turned to bow to them - despite my best attempts to drill it out of her, she was still a bit of a showboat - before turning back to her opponent. Deon had just managed to get to his knees and she charged in, laying a knifehand chop into his chest that knocked him down on his back. Pressing the attack, she went for a splash, dropping her considerable weight across Deon’s midsection.

But he was braced, and quickly tossed a surprised Cassie off him. Both fighters got up and Deon offered a test of strength. Cassie looked over at her team, unsure if she should accept; her three friends were all whooping and egging her on and she accepted Deon’s offer, locking up with him to cheers from both teams.

For a few sweaty straining minutes it wasn’t clear who was going to overpower who; both fighters’ muscles flexed powerfully as they grunted with effort, pushing on each other. Deon started slowly getting the upper hand as sweat poured off my daughter. Slowly but surely, Deon pushed her down, until she had one knee on the mat. Cassie tried to spring up and tackle her opponent, but she didn’t have any leverage and only managed to lose her footing, ending up flat on her back. Deon sat down on her stomach and asked if she wanted to give. Cassie managed to gasp a no and Deon looked over at me. We shared a look - I knew he was asking permission to start taking her suit off and I nodded my ascent. My teammate lifted himself off Cassie and rolled her onto her chest, then undid her bikini top. He went for her bottoms, and this took a little longer as he got them off her hips and then rolled them all the way down. Cassie kicked her legs trying to stop him, only managing to slow him down, but it was enough for her to catch her breath; she rolled away and up to her feet, fists up, although she was still panting pretty heavily.

“Cover up, sweetie!” I yelled, hoping to distract her - but she didn’t take her eyes off her opponent as they closed. She aimed a high right at Deon’s face, but he ducked and tried for a grab. Cassie backed him off with wild punches aimed at his head - unlike his strong abs, one good hit to his jaw might do some serious damage. They circled, each watching the other, before Deon made another attempt to grab her. Cassie kicked him hard in the knee, bringing him to a stop, then gave him another kick in the same spot and he went down to a kneeling position. Cassie pounced, grabbing Deon and in an admittedly impressive feat of strength lifted all 220+ pounds of her opponent high over her head with a scream, then gave him a military press, throwing him down to the mat. He hit hard on his back and couldn’t stop Cassie as she picked him up, bending him over, pulling his head between her legs. One of the unspoken rules is not to use a piledriver (too dangerous), but powerbombs were fine, and my daughter has a particularly impressive sitout powerbomb she called the Cassandra Clash (she spent more time working out than thinking up clever names) and sure enough she went for this now, hefting Deon up on her shoulders for a second before bringing him to the ground back-first with an admittedly impressive display of power.

I figured this was it and Deon was finished, but I found myself clapping as he rolled over and got to his feet, albeit looking a bit shaken. Cassie tut-tutted him, telling him he should have stayed down, which turned out to be a mistake as Deon lunged at her, locking her up in a strong bearhug. He started squeezing, his opponent moaning in agony as he worked the hold. He lifted Cassie off her feet and leaned back, pouring on more pressure; but he’d left her arms free and in a move I’d never seen before Cassie put her hands on his shoulders, pulling herself up in his grip just enough to get his face between her tits, locking her arms around the back of his head in a breast smother. The match became a contest to see who would give out first; my money was on Deon as I could see his strong arms flexing as he squeezed, but I guess Cass’s tits were more powerful than I thought, and I watched in disbelief as Deon began to sag, his arms loosening; he ended up on his knees, his opponent still working the smother until his arms hung uselessly at his sides.

When Cassandra finally released Deon he fell down her body, coming to rest on his chest at her feet. Cassie quickly rolled him onto his back, sitting her bare sweaty ass on his face. She used her feet to peel his suit down his thighs, his hard cock pointing straight up as it was released. She started giving him a footjob, catching his dick between the arches of her large feet, then moving them rapidly up and down. The girls’ team cheered him on, his own daughter screaming “Make him nut!” as Cassie finished the older fighter with her feet. Deon didn’t even make an escape attempt, the girls’ team going nuts clapping and hooting as my daughter forced him to cum. After he finished she climbed off and hit some poses for her team before wiping her toes on Deon’s face and going back to her corner of the mats to bask in victory.

Brian and I headed out to drag Deon back to our corner, laying him out on a lounger to recover; Frank’s match was up next and he was already stepping onto the mats to face Zoe.

Frank vs Zoe

Next up was Zoe (Brian’s daughter) versus Frank (Judy’s dad). Zoe’s family is from Korea, and they tended towards pretty dark skin, in Zoe’s case even darker over the summer from tanning. She certainly stood out on the girl’s team; she had dyed her hair green, cut into a simple loose style down to her shoulders, and was wearing green eyeshadow of the same color. Even more than this, what really grabbed my attention was her ridiculous outfit, her nipples covered with pot-leaf pasties and her small bottoms sporting a overlapping pot leaf theme. She might look goofy, but I knew not to underestimate her. At 5’6” she was fairly solidly built, just a tad heavier than average, the most dangerous part being her strong arms; she was mostly a striker, and as I knew from experience one good blow was enough to lay you out. She used the rest of her body less, and it was correspondingly developed; her core was still fairly impressive with a tight tummy, but she had clearly been skipping leg day as her thighs lacked the clear muscle of her arms, and I didn’t think there was much to fear there.  

In contrast her opponent wasn’t the largest guy - Frank’s family runs tall and thin. He was at least in  okay shape, somewhat strong arms and legs with a flat stomach. He’s about 5’10” but probably weighed as much as his opponent. His dark hair was cropped short for the summer, and unlike Zoe he hadn’t been tanning and was looking, I gotta be honest here, a little pasty, his white skin contrasting with his black board shorts.

As for the matchup, I figured this was going to be a weird one as the fighters have incompatible styles. Frank is a catch-as-catch-can submission wrestler while Zoe is a straight up brawler. Frank had told me his plan before the tournament - he was going to try and weaken Zoe’s right arm (she’s right-handed) to rob her punches of power before going for the submission. It wasn’t hard to guess Zoe’s plan, which was to knock Frank the fuck out - which is no less an effective plan for its simplicity.

The fighters came out onto the mats and shook hands. To start off Frank offered a lockup but Zoe had other ideas, aiming a low, looping right-handed punch at her opponent’s stomach. Frank dropped his hands and caught her wrist, but this left him out of position for the followup left, which smacked into his jaw. Frank tried to pull Zoe into his arms to forestall another punch and managed to get a rather sloppy bearhug. Having seen Deon fall afoul of this move, he didn’t lift or shake Zoe, which robbed the move of a considerable amount of power, and she managed to struggle free rather quickly, bursting out of Frank’s grip with a roar and pasting him in the jaw with a left hook. Frank stumbled backwards and Zoe followed him, lifting a short uppercut into his stomach that dropped Frank to his knees. She grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled, making him look up at her as she drew her other hand back for the knockout punch.

It never landed as Frank grabbed her legs, looping his arms behind her knees and pulling. Zoe went down with a surprised scream and Frank rolled away, getting to his feet and shaking his head. Zoe hopped back to her feet after a second as well and the fighters approached, Zoe with her hands up in a boxer’s guard and Frank with his arms wide to grapple. Zoe opened with a left jab that Frank ducked under, then a slower right hook he weaved past as he closed with her, getting in range to clutch the younger fighter, grabbing at her right arm. Unfortunately he wasn’t fast enough and Zoe landed a short left in his stomach. She aimed a followup right hook at his head, but Frank just managed to block this. Instead of another punch Zoe peeled off her left pastie, and Frank stood there dumbfounded watching her. I can’t blame him; I had no idea what she was doing until she slapped it right on his face over his nose and mouth. To my surprise it had enough adhesive to seem like it was stuck on there pretty well; Frank tried to rip it off, but before he could do so Zoe hit him in the stomach again with a big right. This left my teammate reeling, unable to breathe with the pastie still on, and Zoe rang him up with a hard combo of hits, two hooks to the gut followed by a huge knockout right. Frank ended up spinning with the force of the blow, coming to rest on his face. He got to all fours and finally got the pastie off with a mighty tug, but that gave his opponent enough time to attack; Zoe pulled Frank up to his knees, her left hand grabbing a handful of his hair, tugging his head up so he could see the knockout punch she was lining up with her right hand.

If Zoe has one weakness, it’s that she loves ending a fight this way, landing a dramatic punch you see coming to seal your doom; of course the problem is that if her opponent isn’t weak enough they have a chance to escape, and for the second time in the match Frank had enough gas in the tank to make a move, this time pushing forward from his knees, slamming his shoulder into Zoe’s thighs. If he’d been on one knee I think he could have turned this into a tackle, but as it was he only could get enough power to knock Zoe backwards (although she did lose her grip on his hair). Frank wrapped his arms around Zoe’s legs and pulled, trying to throw her over him, but instead she fell on him awkwardly.

Both teams started cheering for their fighter to get up; Frank recovered faster as it looked like Zoe had smacked her head on the padded ground when she’d hit. In any case Frank managed to get to his feet as a groggy Zoe was just getting up off her knees. She made it to her feet, but before she could move Frank was on her right side, applying a strong wristlock. Zoe moaned as Frank twisted her wrist all the way around. She was driven down to one knee as Frank clubbed her right shoulder. You might see this move on TV used as resthold; in a real match it can be pretty effective and here it left Zoe helpless, unable to escape Frank’s strong grip as he took her all the way down to the mat, transitioning into a hammerlock and sitting down on her butt. Frank managed to get Zoe’s other arm and turned the hold into a double hammerlock, and I leaned forward in my seat, waiting to see if Zoe was going to submit.

She didn’t; Frank had drawn an opponent who could take a lot of punishment, and although her arms were helplessly trapped she started bucking and wriggling with all her might. In danger of losing his hold Frank switched grips, grabbing each of Zoe’s wrists and pulling her arms straight out behind her, getting to his feet and planting his right foot between Zoe’s shoulderblades and pushing.

This looked like it hurt quite a bit, and Zoe was slow to free herself, slowly getting up and making Frank break the hold. It looked like Frank had managed to wear his younger opponent down, and when he released her arms she spun around with a right hook that was so slow Frank had no trouble ducking it. Zoe had overextended herself and Frank grabbed her around the waist, tossing her down to the mat where she landed on her back. Before she could move Frank laid down on the mats with her and slapped on a textbook headscissors. You usually see women doing this move more, but Frank was an expert, and it soon became apparent that Zoe was helpless; he kept her near arm pinned to the mats and her far arm could do nothing but helplessly slap and punch at his legs. Frank grimaced but held on as Zoe’s resistance slowly ceased, her hand losing power until it just lay on Frank’s thigh, then fell limp to the mat.  

Frank released Zoe, carefully, making sure she wasn’t faking - she wasn’t. But she hadn’t submitted, so technically the match was still going. Frank peeled her remaining pastie off and stuck it to the mat, then got on top of her and started teasing her tits with his fingers, leaning down to lick her neck. Zoe barely stirred (he must have almost knocked her out with the scissors) as her opponent started working her over. With all respect to Frank, he doesn’t have the best erotic attack in the world, but it seemed like it didn’t matter since his opponent was out of it; she only managed a deep sigh as Frank developed his attack, sliding down her body to lick and suck on her large dark nipples, reaching his right hand between her legs and rubbing her pussy through her bottoms. Both teams were quiet for once, the girls because their fighter was getting destroyed and us because I think we didn’t want to chance rousing Zoe. Frank stopped to slide her bottoms off, then kissed his way down between her legs, and when Zoe didn’t move to stop him from eating her pussy the match was effectively over. As she got closer to a climax she crossed her legs behind his head, but it looked like this was more reflexive than anything else, and all it must’ve done was push Frank’s face deeper into her crotch. Our team clapped and cheered for Frank as he made Zoe cum and eliminated her from the tournament. Frank climbed off her and I threw him a towel to wipe his defeated opponent’s juices off his face. Zoe’s teammates came out to help her back to her corner while we all congratulated our victorious teammate. The tournament was all tied up at 1-1.

Judy vs Brian

The next match up was Judy (Frank’s daughter) vs Brian (Zoe’s dad). Brian’s all lean muscle and wrestles a quick style, using a lot of throws. He’s not the tallest guy at 5’8”, but he’s strong and fast. Today he was wearing a dark green thong that showed off a little bit more of his tight butt than I really wanted to see, but I guess if you got it you might as well flaunt it.

His opponent was taller than him, but much thinner; Judy is just a smidge taller than my daughter at about six feet, but she’s built like a beanpole - tiny A-cups, long but noodle-thin arms and legs, and no butt. Her face is also very plain, and her hair didn’t help either, mousy brown and in a long, simple heavy-banged wave that came down to her boobs. For this tournament she was wearing a ridiculous neon pink V-shaped swimsuit, the top points on her shoulders and the bottom a pussy sling that barely covered her shaved crotch.

Judy has a neighborhood rep as a erotic submission specialist, and she played to her strengths from the word go, faking a jab and then going for a low grab at Brian’s suit. Fortunately my teammate saw through her ruse and stopped her short, grabbing both her wrists. He threw himself backwards, taking Judy with him, planting his foot in her stomach and monkey flipping her over his head, releasing her wrists as she sailed over him before landing hard on her back with a scream of surprise. Brian got up and flexed for us (I clapped; Frank yelled “Finish her off first, you dope!”) before turning to his opponent. Brian pulled Judy up to her feet and gave her a beautiful Saito suplex (getting on Judy’s right side, looping her right arm over his shoulder, gripping her around the waist and then lifting her), slamming her down on the mats on her shoulders. He went to pick her up for another move but wasn’t guarding himself properly as Judy reached up at the last second, pulling his suit down to his ankles. Brian stupidly stood there in shock for a second - I don’t know why he was surprised; it’s more rare than not for any of Judy’s opponents to stay clothed for more than two minutes of a match - and his opponent capitalized, slamming her shoulder into his knees and knocking him down on his back. Judy crawled up his legs quickly, and - having fallen prey in previous bouts against Judy to what I thought she was about to attempt - I screamed “Brian! Clench!” I guess he listened as Judy grunted in annoyance as her finger failed to penetrate his butt. She shot me a dirty look and I gave her my friendliest wave in return. Brian had only been lightly stunned when the back of his head hit the mat, and Judy had missed her chance as he slapped his legs shut around her head.

Judy slapped the mat in annoyance as her team shouted advice. I noticed too late that Brian had left her hands free, and Judy reached up, slapping his body blindly a few times before locating his cock and balls. Amazingly, Judy started giving her opponent a handjob while he was still working the headscissors. Frank yelled to “Get her hands,” but it was too late; when Brian reached down to try and grab her wrists, the hand not stroking his cock gave his balls a twisting squeeze. I winced in sympathy - Judy’s a master at this move - and it looked for a second like Brian was going to lose the match in a very humiliating fashion.

But before that he just released the headscissors, surprising Judy, who had a comical look of shock on her face, and Brian managed to roll away from her, breaking her hold and getting up to his knees. Judy got to her knees as well, and both fighters circled, panting. Brian’s hard cock was pointing right at his teenaged opponent, and I just hoped he could stay away from her long enough to calm down; it looked like a few strokes would be enough to make him blow and lose the match.

Judy came in with a lunge at Brian’s goods, and he went low to stop her, but she faked him out, going high, pressing her body against his and kissing him. Brian froze, not expecting this, and she braced one of her legs behind his, pushing on his shoulders and taking him down to the mat. She lay on top of him and reached between her legs, trying to pull her suit to the side before mounting him - I think Brian was saved by the simple fact that she still had it on as she took too long and Brian heaved her off. They got back to their knees facing off and Judy, eyes not moving off her opponent, stripped off her suit - she pulled both straps down and let it fall into a puddle at her feet, then stepped out of it. Brian cocked an eyebrow at this; Judy apparently expected him to be transfixed in erotic stupefaction, but instead he took a few quick steps to close up with her, then scooped her up, his right arm between her legs and his left on her shoulder. Judy just had time to yelp in surprise before he turned and powerslammed her down to the mats. Frank bellowed “Finish her!”, but Judy rolled over and got to her feet before Brian could press his attack.

The fighters circled and Brian made the first move, charging in and trying to spin behind Judy, looking for his signature German suplex. He got behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, but before he could lift her she reached between her legs, fitting his still-hard cock between her bare thighs. She started moving her hips back and forth and Brian froze, only slowly starting to move again when I screamed at him to do something. With a grunt he tried to pick up Judy, but he didn’t have the strength - and that’s saying something since Judy wasn’t exactly the heaviest built girl in the whole tournament. Judy’s tactics finally seemed to have paid of as Brian was helpless in her hold.

“Does that feel good, Mister Meadows?” Judy purred in her most sultry voice. “Don’t move and I’ll make you feel even better, okay?”

To my immense relief Brian wasn’t finished yet, giving up on the suplex and shoving Judy away from him. She took a stumbling step forward and then turned to face him. The smart move I think would have been for Brian to keep his distance and calm down, but he went right at her, trying to grab her for one of his throws - but he’d lost a lot of speed and Judy went low, tackling him, her shoulder hitting his legs. She took him down to the mat on his back, and this time she completed her finishing move, sliding her finger up Brian’s ass before he could stop her. I knew in my heart the match was over as she slipped it all the way in; Brian made a feeble escape attempt, but his younger opponent controlled him with her one invading finger as her teammates whooped and clapped. Judy took the tip of his cock into her mouth and used her free hand to stroke him with her index and middle fingers and her thumb. Her finger was no doubt working his prostate and Brian made it maybe 90 seconds before losing the match, spurting into Judy’s mouth. She took his entire load, then when he was finished she released his dick, opening her mouth and letting his cum and her spit drool out on the mat.

Frank and I went to drag Brian back to our corner; Judy did her best strut back to her team, high-fiving and hugging my daughter. It was time for my match next.

Eric vs Kayla

The last match of the first round was me (Cassandra’s dad) against Kayla (Deon’s daughter). I knew Kayla pretty well - she would babysit the younger kids for extra cash sometimes, and I’d helped train her in wrestling. Today she had her hair natural, a mass of curls coming down to her shoulders, her dark skin already glistening with a little sweat (it was already getting really warm). She’s built more like her mother than her father, 5’4” and a little on the scrawny side of average with thin arms and legs, little B cups, and a pert little butt. Her most arresting feature was definitely her wide smile, complete with a little gap between her front teeth, which she was currently aiming at me, no doubt trying to put me off guard. For today’s fight she was wearing a red two-piece, the bottom with a wide frill, the top basically a red sports bra.

As for me, hi, I’m Eric, and I’m afraid I’m a little average; I was pretty good back in the day, but three kids later (can I use that as an excuse? I mean, my wife is the one who pushed ‘em out) I have to admit I wasn’t in the best shape of my life; I was still fairly strong and fast, kind of middle of the road - not as strong as Deon or as quick as Brian, but then again they’d both lost their matches, so maybe not going too far towards either end of the scale would work out for me. I’m 5’10”, so I had half a foot on my opponent, which was comforting at least. Today I was wearing my white trunks my wife had gotten me for placing 2nd in the All Neighborhood Sexfight tournament ten years back (and yes, they still fit!) and, like Frank, I had my hair buzzed, having learned through experience that female wrestlers will take any advantage they can get, including pulling your hair rather fiercely.

We came out onto the mats and right from the get go I was wary as Kayla has a very tricky style. Don’t let her height and weight fool you; I’ve seen her take down opponents bigger than me with tricks and traps, and I was determined not to fall afoul of any, or at least not to start the match off by walking into one. Sure enough Kayla started talking to me, trying to distract me so she could make an opening move:

“How’s your summer going, Mister G?”

“Fine.” I checked her feet; planted firmly, so probably not going for a kick at my balls.

“Did you end up getting those Le Miz tickets?”

“Yes.” I checked her hands; she was in an open stance, arms far apart; possibly going to try for a grab. No - her right arm was moving back into position for a strike.

“You need me to babysit?”

“That’s okay, Cassandra’s old enough - “ Before I could finish my sentence Kayla launched her attack with blinding speed, charging and aiming a slap at my face. I just ducked it, feeling the wind from her strike ruffle my hair. I dropped to a crouch and aimed a low sweep kick at her legs, but she recovered from her whiff quicker than I anticipated and leapt back just in time. I charged her, but she weaved to the side - damn, she was fast - and threw her knee into my midsection as I went past her.

That was enough to stop me and I fell to my knees, holding my stomach where she’d hit me. Kayla got behind me and reached around my body, giving me a surprise double nipple twist that had me howling in pain. The next thing I knew she had looped her right arm around my neck and was pulling me into a Dragon sleeper. I’d shown her this move and she applied it quickly, locking it on tight before I could react. She had it applied well, but it was a little early in the fight for this, and I thought it would be simple enough to power out;. but before I could try this her left hand came into my suit. She started crushing my balls and I couldn’t even gather enough air to scream.

“Now don’t fuckin’ move,” she ordered me, her grip switching from my nuts to my limp dick. “Just lay there and I’ll make you nut real quick, all right?” She got me hard quickly using just a finger and thumb.

Her handjob felt great, but of course I wasn’t nearly weakened up enough to just lay there and let her finish me; I easily overpowered her and broke the hold, dumping her on her butt with a surprised squeal. I made a grab for her, but she rolled away from me and up to her feet. We squared off and she struck first, lunging at me with an uppercut ball slap. I faded back away from her, looking for another move this obvious one was covering and sure enough Kayla copied one of my earlier attacks (unsurprising - this was another maneuver I’d taught it to her!), dropping to a crouch and aiming a sweep kick at my legs; but I’d backed up too far and she just missed with a loud curse. I backed up a little bit more, trying to make her think I was being a gentleman and letting her get up, but as she rose to her feet I charged in, grabbing her shoulders, then turning and hip throwing her to the mat.

Kayla hit hard on her back with a gasp, instinctively sitting up, playing right into my hands as I quickly unhooked her sports bra. I hoped she would reach back to try and stop me (giving me a great opportunity to trap her arms), but she was a little too experienced for this and simply gave up her top, sliding down out of it and rolling away, leaving me holding her empty bra. I tossed it to Deon - it looked pretty expensive and I’m sure he’d want to make sure Kayla got it back - not taking my eyes off my younger opponent as I got to my feet and we circled. I decided to go for a trick of my own and started toward Kayla, aiming low like I was going to grab her bottoms; I suckered her into a kick (making a note to remind her at the next training session not to try a kick above the waist too early in a match) and I caught her ankle, pulling on it and dumping her on her back. I made a grab for her other ankle, but she was too quick and kicked me in the knee with her free leg. I had to release her and back off, trying not to let her see how much that had hurt as she got to her feet. Of course, she noticed:

“You all right, Mister G? You need to put some ice on that?”  

Now I had to stop and think; was she going to go after my leg? From the way she was inching towards me thinking I didn’t notice, the answer was yes. I hadn’t responded to her question and she attacked, aiming a big slap at my face; I ducked it waiting for the real move and sure enough she lunged at my knee. I caught her and she yelled in surprise as I lifted her off the mat before slamming her down on her back, knocking the wind out of her. This looked like a good time to get her bottoms off and a quick yank later I was tossing them to her dad to bring home. Kayla rolled over and sat up, but she still looked pretty dazed. I got on one knee next to her and put my young opponent in the same Dragon sleeper she’d put on me at the beginning of the match; the difference is that I was stronger than her, and she’d been pretty worn down by now. As I locked it in I dared to hope she wouldn’t be able to escape. Just to make sure, before she could start struggling I used my free hand to start playing with her tits, teasing her dark little nipples between my fingertips.

Now I’m gonna come clean here: I had taught Kayla how to apply a dragon sleeper, but I had neglected to show her how to escape, and as she weakly pulled on my arms it looked like my own dirty trick had paid off. She kicked her legs and struggled a little bit and I had to clamp down, but she wiggled her remaining energy away rather quickly between my one arm choking her and the other one playing with her tits, and before too long to the cheers of my teammates I moved my hand down between her legs. Using two pumping fingers I eliminated Kayla from the tournament with what sounded like a powerful climax before releasing her.

It was all tied up for the second round.

Evan's Spring Teen Tournament (Part 2)

Despite losing his first match, Evan was still in the tournament, matched up with an opponent who had also lost her opening-round bout. Whoever lost this single-fall match would be out for good, so the stakes were high. Unfortunately for Evan, he caught a bad case of the flu, but his mother wouldn't let him pull out; there was no way her boy was going to get eliminated from the tournament by forfeiting a match just because he got the sniffles.

On Saturday at 4 PM Evan, his stomach rumbling nervously with organic orange juice and Dayquil, faced off against Maria Hashimoto. Both fighters are about 5'8", but Evan is all lean muscle where his opponent is pure power with wide shoulders, strong arms and thick legs, announced at 200 pounds. Having had her hair grabbed several times in her opening round loss, she's had the long back cut short, barely reaching to the top of her neck. Her hair in front was still in heavy bangs, almost obscuring her blue eyeshadow.

The ref asked both fighters to shake hands. Evan sneezed a few times and held his hand out, but Maria just fixed him with an icy stare. The referee told both fighters to go their corners and come out fighting, having to repeat herself over Evan's loud coughing.

The bell rang and the fighters squared off. Maria has a reputation as a fearsome grappler and wanted to close and put her strength into play early and finish her opponent quickly, while Evan had the same basic strategy as his last match, staying at range and wearing his larger opponent down with strikes, outlasting her before finishing her off. At first his plan went off successfully, Maria's size limiting her speed enough for Evan to dance around her, darting in to pepper her with hits and then ducking away before she could grab him or hit back with her own slower, more powerful punches. Just as his blows seemed to be taking a toll on his opponent Evan broke into a coughing fit, leaving himself defenseless as Maria grabbed him in a strong bearhug. Evan tried to escape with blind kicks, but he was quickly rendered helpless as Maria shook him back and forth, scrambling his brain as she crushed his midsection. Despite his mother's shouted advice, Evan was unable to escape the hold, and by the time Maria threw him down to the mat, he was clearly in bad shape, panting in between hacking coughs as he tried to recover. Maria was fully in charge of the match and her aunt, seated ringside, suggested she go for her feared finishing cowgirl mount, but Maria felt it might be a little early in the match for this; she'd studied her opponent before this fight and respected his resilience. Instead she decided to soften him up first some more and pulled a wheezing Evan to his feet, throwing him into the ropes back-first. Evan's long-drilled ring instincts lead him to bounce off the ropes and come charging at his opponent, running straight into a clothesline that hit him with so much force he flipped around his opponent's arm and landed hard on his back. Pressing her attack, Maria used a simple but very effective technique, laying her full weight down on her opponent and pulling his head between her breasts.

This was far from Evan's first tit-smother, but weak as he was he couldn't get out of this one, struggling weakly under Maria, who savored his helplessness. Just when it looked like the match was all over Evan managed to free himself with a bellringer, bringing his hands together on either side of Maria's head. She released him in shock, and Evan turned his head and sneezed. Maria reached back for a slap but held off as Evan continued sneezing, then coughing. He yelled "I'm gonna throw up!" and she leapt off him in panic. Evan crawled towards the edge of the mat, heaving, as his opponent looked on, not sure what to do. The ref asked Evan's mother if she wanted to throw the towel in for her son, but she said her boy could continue as Evan dry-heaved over the edge of the ring. Maria had enough and walked up behind Evan, grabbing his ankles and pulling him back to the center. Evan looked up at her and managed a weak smile: "I don't think I'm going to barf after all."

"Great," Maria grunted, pulling Evan to his feet and bending him over with a quick kick to the gut. Maria pulled Evan forward, his head going between her legs, then picked him up with a roar, the back of his head touching her knees as she lined up her power finisher, the Hashimoto Hammer. Evan just had time to realize what was happening before Maria drove his head down onto the mat with a devastating piledriver that left him laying on his back, half knocked out. Not taking any any chances Maria pulled Evan up to a sitting position, squatting down behind him and locking on a strong sleeper hold. Evan pulled on her arms, but even at full power his strength was no match for Maria's, and he had no chance of escaping the hold this way. Before he could come up with another plan Maria detached her left arm from the sleeper, her right around Evan's neck more than up to the task of keeping him still. Her free hand slid down his body, wrapping around his cock. Evan groaned but did nothing else as she started jerking him off, his opponent feeling him give up. Wanting to finish him before he got a second wind, Maria made Evan submit to her hand with long, quick strokes, and just after the 16 minute mark he was eliminated from the tournament as Maria worked the proof of her victory out onto the mat. She then laid him flat and treated him to a celebratory facesit from his conqueror, who then ducked a reporter to head backstage and look for some antibacterial hand gel. Her next bout will either be Kyle Williams or Tom Ross depending on the outcomes of their matches. As for Evan, he was given a wide berth as nobody wanted to get close enough to be infected, and he headed home to finish out the tournament as a spectator.

Evan's Spring Teen Tournament (2 parts)

Hey all. This is something I wrote up as a collaboration - one teen's entry into a seasonal teens-only, no-rules wrestling tournament. I only wrote this particular character's part of the action; all the tournament matches he's not in are off-screen (although if anyone wants to take a crack at them...) I'm still working on a bunch of other stuff, and I'm afraid as usual I'm trying to do four things at once, but hopefully everyone enjoys this in the meantime.

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The Teen Mixed Spring Tournament drew just about every eligible wrestler in the area, from bodybuilders and cheerleaders to perennial jobbers and losers. In front of thousands of screaming fans in the full-size ring in the main hall, brutal bouts of endurance took place as sweaty grapplers destroyed each other in desperate battle.

This is not that story. Less popular wrestlers were shunted to overflow rooms, wrestling in half-size rings or on plain blue mats in front of crowds of a dozen or less. Mr. Evan Banks was nobody's idea of a champion; although his mother was a 3-time Middleweight champ, 2-time Women's Sexfighting Champ and Women's Tag Team Champ and was in his corner for all his matches, his career was fairly middling. For his first-round match in the tournament he was up against another journeyman grappler with a so-so record, Mrs. Jennifer Brewster, in Room C, a stuffy little arena that could fit maybe 70 people in folding chairs around a half-sized ring.The official for this matchup was Mrs. Zhadanev, well known for never calling a foul, so the fighters would basically be able to do whatever they wanted to each other. As with all matches in the tournament both fighters would start nude, and this particular match would go to best of three falls.

Jennifer was out first, announced at 5'4" and 180 pounds. Her blonde hair was cut long, halfway down her back in a straight natural style. She had on just a touch of waterproof makeup, a little eyeliner around her big brown eyes and blush on her chubby cheeks. Her pubes were totally shaven (as were most wrestlers - a defense against grabs). She's a big girl, her 36J tits hanging down over a big soft tummy. She bowed to all four sides of the ring, giving the crowd a great view of her large ass as she turned away from them.

Out next was Evan Banks, 5'8" and announced at 150 pounds. He went to shake hands with his opponent, but his mother pulled him back into his corner to whisper last minute advice into his ear. His 6' shaft is already at full erection, half nerves and half from eyeballing his opponent's naked body.

The bell rings and the fight is on. Both wrestler's battle plans were evident from the get go. Jennifer was looking to close with her opponent, using her size and strength to wear him down before finishing him, while Evan's plan was to weaken Jennifer with strikes, outlasting her with his superior conditioning. Evan's strategy bore immediate fruit as Jennifer, attempting to get into range to grab him, walked into a right straight punch to the jaw that left her stunned. Evan pressed his advantage quickly, backing Jennifer across the small ring with a flurry of quick jabs and hooks. Her back hit the ropes and Evan stunned her with a high combo, snapping her head left and right with crisps hooks, before finishing with a slower, powerful gutbuster that bent Jennifer over, holding her tummy and moaning.

But before he could finish his opponent, she desperately darted forward, aiming at his exposed balls and hard cock. Evan dropped his hands, but he was unprepared for the move and suddenly in deep trouble as Jennifer got a firm grip on his family jewels. Evan's mother scolded him for falling for such a simple trick as Jennifer worked him down to his knees, her left hand crushing his balls and her right hand squeezing his dick. Evan desperately tried to push her away, but his strength was already being sapped by the agony in his groin. Jennifer put a shoulder into his chest and knocked him onto his back. She released his goods, swatting away a weak punch Evan aimed at her from the mat, dropping an elbow into his stomach from her knees. This didn't have quite as much force as a standing elbow, but it was enough to leave Evan reeling, helpless to stop his opponent from locking on a strong bodyscissors. She made sure he was right where she wanted him, using one hand to hold his near wrist to the mat, her other hand free to grab his cock, still hard despite the punishment she'd inflicted. She began jerking her opponent off with rough, quick strokes, trying to get him to cum quickly. Evan struggled in her scissors, but he had no chance once the hold was locked on, and just over seven minutes into the match loses to Jennifer's hand, panting and gasping as she forced him to a climax, proof of his submission shooting onto the mat.

There's a one minute rest break between rounds, but both fighters look fatigued at the start of Round 2. Evan turns out to be playing possum as he motions for a lockup; when Jennifer moves to oblige him he goes low, slamming a hard punch into her soft tummy, catching his opponent off-guard. Evan quickly capitalizes, going back to his winning strategy from the first round, pummeling Jennifer across the ring, aiming her towards a neutral corner. Jennifer tries to grab his half-hard cock, but she's too slow, eating a hit to the face any time she makes a grab. She runs out of room as her back hits the ringpost, and Evan follows her into the corner, lifting his knee between her legs. Jennifer slumps against him, stunned, and he pushes her back into the corner, draping her arms over the top ropes, going to work on her big tits. The small crowd is split down the middle, some applauding Evan as he licks, tugs and tickles his opponent's nipples, some pleading with her to recover and fight back. Evan seems to have successfully broken his opponent's resistance as he teases her tits for almost three minutes straight. Jennifer finally rallies and attempts to back Evan off with a knee to his balls, but she's far too slow, only managing to make Evan break off his attack and switch tactics, pummeling her with a heavy series of punches to the stomach. After knocking the wind out of her Evan bends her over with one last punch and then braces himself, suplexing all 200 pounds of Jennifer out of the corner, lifting her high in the air before slamming her down to the mat. Jennifer lands with considerable force on her back, slowly rolling over. Before she can even start getting to her feet Evan gets behind her and executes the dreaded oil check, working his left index finger up her asshole. Jennifer moans into the mat, helpless as the referee takes a quick look before declining to call a foul and waving for the match to continue. Given the green light, Evan pulls Jennifer's hips up off the mat, pushing his opponent's thighs apart in preparation for his finishing move. It looks like he's going to finish Jennifer in style with the Rear Mount, but as he lines himself up his mother starts yelling from his corner, ordering him to use his fingers, apparently not trusting her son to finish Jennifer before finishing himself. Bowing to her wishes, Evan's free hand goes between Jennifer's legs, stroking her pussy, getting her warmed up before inserting two fingers and pumping Jennifer to a body-shaking climax, winning the second fall in about six minutes.

After a one minute break both fighters come out for Round 3. Evan is optimistic after demolishing Jennifer physically and sexually last round, while Jennifer's face is red with embarrassed anger after her poor performance. She surprises Evan by starting out with her own punches, landing several quick jabs to his face, forcing him to cover up. He strikes back with a stomach punch, but Jennifer has time to brace and takes it, grimacing through the pain to grab a surprised Evan, pulling him down into a headlock, dragging him around the ring. Evan tries to get his hands between Jennifer's thick thighs, but her constant yanking and pulling keep him disorientated, and by the time she hip-throws Evan to the mat, he's too rattled to get out of the way of her fearsome butt drop. All 200 of Jennifer's pounds slam into his stomach, leaving him gasping and defenseless on the mat. His mother screams at him to get up, drawing a glare from Jennifer when she shouts that he shouldn't have any trouble milking a fat cow.

Jennifer turns back to her opponent too late as he reaches up and executes a shockingly painful double nipple twist. She fell off her opponent with a scream, covering her chest. Both fighters slowly got to their feet, hurt and tired. As they closed Evan goes to his strength, throwing the hardest punches he can at his opponent. She advanced through his assault, taking a wayward punch to her pillowy left tit that almost stops her, but she powers though, grimacing in pain, until she gets close enough to her opponent to wrap him up in a bearhug, trapping his arms at his sides. Evan kicks and struggles, but Jennifer's strength quickly began to tell and Evan wilts in her grip, his head resting on her shoulder as he struggles to breathe. Jennifer grimly works the hold for almost two minutes before throwing a beaten Evan down to the mat. He can't get up and she goes for the finish, picking him up and lifting him straight over her head in an impressive display of power. She kneels on the mat, bracing her right leg with her knee out, then drops Evan across it in a match-ending gutbuster. Evan rolls off her leg and flops onto the mat on his back, gagging. Jennifer pulls him up to all fours, reaching between his legs, her left hand cupping his balls and her right hand wrapping around his cock - despite the pain she'd just inflicted still rock-hard as a result of the naked bearhug. Evan attempts a weak struggle, but even this is brought to an end with a few ball squeezes. When he stops resisting Jennifer uses her other hand to jerk him off, in no hurry now, humiliating her beaten opponent as she controls him in the center of the ring.
"Who's milking the cow now, bitch?!" Jennifer screams at her opponent's mother. At eight minutes into the match Evan is pushed beyond his limit, giving the match to Jennifer in fantastic style as she strokes his cock through a grunting orgasm.

After the match Jennifer has a long interview with the league's fight magazine. Evan attempts to dodge the reporter who chases him down for some quotes, but his mother corrals him into mumbling some words of respect for his victorious opponent. Evan's lost his first match, but he's not out of the tournament just yet.

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Despite losing his first match, Evan was still in the tournament, matched up with an opponent who had also lost her opening-round bout. Whoever lost this single-fall match would be out for good, so the stakes were high. Unfortunately for Evan, he caught a bad case of the flu, but his mother wouldn't let him pull out; there was no way her boy was going to get eliminated from the tournament by forfeiting a match just because he got the sniffles.

On Saturday at 4 PM Evan, his stomach rumbling nervously with organic orange juice and Dayquil, faced off against Maria Hashimoto. Both fighters are about 5'8", but Evan is all lean muscle where his opponent is pure power with wide shoulders, strong arms and thick legs, announced at 200 pounds. Having had her hair grabbed several times in her opening round loss, she's had the long back cut short, barely reaching to the top of her neck. Her hair in front was still in heavy bangs, almost obscuring her blue eyeshadow.

The ref asked both fighters to shake hands. Evan sneezed a few times and held his hand out, but Maria just fixed him with an icy stare. The referee told both fighters to go their corners and come out fighting, having to repeat herself over Evan's loud coughing.

The bell rang and the fighters squared off. Maria has a reputation as a fearsome grappler and wanted to close and put her strength into play early and finish her opponent quickly, while Evan had the same basic strategy as his last match, staying at range and wearing his larger opponent down with strikes, outlasting her before finishing her off. At first his plan went off successfully, Maria's size limiting her speed enough for Evan to dance around her, darting in to pepper her with hits and then ducking away before she could grab him or hit back with her own slower, more powerful punches. Just as his blows seemed to be taking a toll on his opponent Evan broke into a coughing fit, leaving himself defenseless as Maria grabbed him in a strong bearhug. Evan tried to escape with blind kicks, but he was quickly rendered helpless as Maria shook him back and forth, scrambling his brain as she crushed his midsection. Despite his mother's shouted advice, Evan was unable to escape the hold, and by the time Maria threw him down to the mat, he was clearly in bad shape, panting in between hacking coughs as he tried to recover. Maria was fully in charge of the match and her aunt, seated ringside, suggested she go for her feared finishing cowgirl mount, but Maria felt it might be a little early in the match for this; she'd studied her opponent before this fight and respected his resilience. Instead she decided to soften him up first some more and pulled a wheezing Evan to his feet, throwing him into the ropes back-first. Evan's long-drilled ring instincts lead him to bounce off the ropes and come charging at his opponent, running straight into a clothesline that hit him with so much force he flipped around his opponent's arm and landed hard on his back. Pressing her attack, Maria used a simple but very effective technique, laying her full weight down on her opponent and pulling his head between her breasts.

This was far from Evan's first tit-smother, but weak as he was he couldn't get out of this one, struggling weakly under Maria, who savored his helplessness. Just when it looked like the match was all over Evan managed to free himself with a bellringer, bringing his hands together on either side of Maria's head. She released him in shock, and Evan turned his head and sneezed. Maria reached back for a slap but held off as Evan continued sneezing, then coughing. He yelled "I'm gonna throw up!" and she leapt off him in panic. Evan crawled towards the edge of the mat, heaving, as his opponent looked on, not sure what to do. The ref asked Evan's mother if she wanted to throw the towel in for her son, but she said her boy could continue as Evan dry-heaved over the edge of the ring. Maria had enough and walked up behind Evan, grabbing his ankles and pulling him back to the center. Evan looked up at her and managed a weak smile: "I don't think I'm going to barf after all."

"Great," Maria grunted, pulling Evan to his feet and bending him over with a quick kick to the gut. Maria pulled Evan forward, his head going between her legs, then picked him up with a roar, the back of his head touching her knees as she lined up her power finisher, the Hashimoto Hammer. Evan just had time to realize what was happening before Maria drove his head down onto the mat with a devastating piledriver that left him laying on his back, half knocked out. Not taking any any chances Maria pulled Evan up to a sitting position, squatting down behind him and locking on a strong sleeper hold. Evan pulled on her arms, but even at full power his strength was no match for Maria's, and he had no chance of escaping the hold this way. Before he could come up with another plan Maria detached her left arm from the sleeper, her right around Evan's neck more than up to the task of keeping him still. Her free hand slid down his body, wrapping around his cock. Evan groaned but did nothing else as she started jerking him off, his opponent feeling him give up. Wanting to finish him before he got a second wind, Maria made Evan submit to her hand with long, quick strokes, and just after the 16 minute mark he was eliminated from the tournament as Maria worked the proof of her victory out onto the mat. She then laid him flat and treated him to a celebratory facesit from his conqueror, who then ducked a reporter to head backstage and look for some antibacterial hand gel. Her next bout will either be Kyle Williams or Tom Ross depending on the outcomes of their matches. As for Evan, he was given a wide berth as nobody wanted to get close enough to be infected, and he headed home to finish out the tournament as a spectator.

Cougars vs Teens Tournament (M/F)

Last weekend after the heat wave finally snapped, the third cougar vs teen tournament of the summer took place. The rules are simple: Matches go to climax or submission (make your opponent orgasm or give up). It's four teen boys versus four moms. You have to enter as a pair, although the tournament is set up so that you'll only end up wrestling your own mom if you both make it to the final match - needless to say, this is usually something of a big deal when it happens. If too many cougars or too many boys lose their matches, the tournament's over early, and the losing team gets slapped with a big punishment - last time this happened to me, we spent the whole rest of the day mowing Mrs. Martinez's lawn and cleaning her pool while the victorious moms lounged around making us get them drinks and rub them down with suntan lotion. (I have no idea what we'd do if too many teen boys won; I don't know if this had ever even happened and certainly had myself never been on a team where this occurred.) Whichever teen did the best was awarded a speedo, which was a mark of pride you could wear the rest of the summer. And of course, being horny teenage boys, even if you didn't win anything, it was a much more exciting day than playing Halo or Call of Duty. This tournament was taking place at Jennifer O'Brien's house out by the pool. Both teams had a cluster of deck chairs at either end of a blue athletic mat (which was laying on top of the bare concrete of the poolside).

This particular tournament kicked off with my mom, Emily, up against Matt. (I'll be referring to her interchangeably, although it feels a little weird calling your mom by her first name.) Matt's a short dude, about 5'3" or so, wearing a black speedo, and with his hair buzzed into a short cut. He's Mexican and has pretty dark skin. He was already sweating, heat or nerves I couldn't tell. To be fair my mom looked unusually intimidating with a half foot on Matt at 5'9", although the effect was a little diminished because she's rather slim. Her light skin (she's naturally pretty pale and and had been wearing strong sunscreen all summer) was almost as white as her plain two piece bikini. Her black hair was set into a long braid that went down her left shoulder almost to her belly button. Her green eyes were fixed on Matt like a hunter on her prey.

Right from the word go Matt was moving his feet, darting in to test Mom's guard. He came too close and tried to pull back, and she quickly reached out and slapped him hard across the face. He was stunned long enough for her to sock him in the stomach, then she put her hands on his shoulders and started kneeing him in the gut. Matt took three of these, then she pushed him and he fell to the mats on his back. As he covered his stomach and groaned Mom took a lap around him, doing muscle poses as the other moms applauded and we all urged Matt to get up. Mom backed off and let him get to his feet. They came together again, and Emily lashed out with her foot, kicking Matt hard in the side of the head. He went down to one knee trying to clear the cobwebs and she came up behind him, bending down and locking on a sleeper hold. Matt got to his feet, kicking and trying to get away. She left his legs free to let him wear himself out, but I think he outsmarted her as he lifted one leg straight up and stomped down on the top of my mom's bare foot. She screamed and pushed him away from her. He turned to face her and charged in, but I guess this was his mistake as he barely had time to catch a breath after getting free and Emily didn't seem to be as stunned as he was hoping. She gave him a Big Boot, which is a fancy way of saying she kicked him in the face, and he went down hard on his back. Mom stomped on his stomach a few times, seeming pissed off, then took a second to breathe. Matt was laying on the mat groaning and despite our encouragement it didn't look like he was getting up any time soon. Mom reached down and pulled his speedos off to the amusement of her team and threw them to Matt's mom. Matt had just rolled over and started getting up and Emily pulled him up to his feet, then slammed him back to the mat with a DDT. She rolled him on to his side and got him in a surfboard, pushing her right foot into his back, pulling on his left leg and right arm with her hands. With her long legs this looked pretty painful, and I felt bad for Matt, bare-ass naked, screaming as Mom pushed his body into a generous curve.

Instead of just pushing as hard as she could, it looked like she was trying to wear him out, easing up on the pressure slightly, then going back to maximum extension. She kept flexing him like this for a few minutes and it seemed like she had succeeded in wearing Matt out. When she released him he flopped to the mat on his face. Mom wasn't done with him yet and got an even nastier hold on him. She slapped him in I guess what you'd call a camel clutch variant. Basically she laid down on her back so that she was side by side with Matt, with her feet by his head and vice versa. She reached forward and grabbed his arms, pulling them straight back and pulling his upper body off the mat, then planted her feet in the middle of his back and pulled. This looked even nastier than the bow and arrow, and instead of flexing and wearing him down, she just pulled as hard as she could. Poor Matt, covered in sweat and red-faced, couldn't even kick his legs. It was pretty clear the match was over, but it's bad form to submit until your opponent is done with you, and Matt suffered in this hold until he was released. Barely had he had time to catch a breath than Emily had come up to him and rolled him onto his chest. She ordered him to get on his hands and knees, giving his butt a loud slap to drive the point home. Matt, groaning, got on all fours. She got down on her knees behind him, banging her hips into his butt like she was buttfucking him a few times as her fellow moms cheered her on. Having made her point she pushed Matt's thighs apart, then reached in between his legs, one hand playing with his balls as the other teased his five-inch cock to full length and then started jerking him off. Matt's thighs started shaking a little as she was really going at him, having humiliated him and just looking to put the frosting on the cake by making him cum. It didn't take long, and just before he popped off she took her hand off his nuts and cupped it under the head of his dick, catching some of his cum as she drove him over the edge. Matt had no chance to enjoy the afterglow as mom rolled him onto his stomach, wiping his own cum all over his face. She took a quick victory lap as me and the two other guys got up and dragged Matt back to our area, laying him out on a lawn chair like a casualty. One match down.

The second match of the day was Jim (Jennifer's son) - versus Linda (Rob's mom). This at least seemed a little more evenly matched; Jim's 5'7" to Linda's 5'6", although he had a definite weight advantage. Jim's fairly solidly built and probably in the best shape out of everyone (Matt and me are a little scrawny and Rob's a big slice of beef). He had on a white thong speedo doing very little to hide his big cock. His brown hair was loose down to his jaw, probably not the best haircut when you're wrestling MILFs who won't hesitate to pull on it.

His opponent, Linda, is a beautiful blonde, probably the hottest member of the cougar team (sorry, mom). She's a bombshell, 5'6" of tanned, toned, lean muscle with curves in all the right places, and today her 36C's were ably assisted by the bright red one-piece that looked like it had been painted on her. Her long blonde hair was piled on top of her head in a loose bun with several strands already falling from it. She's got blue eyes and big, pouty lips that were currently curved into a beguiling smile she was aiming at Jim. He looked calm, but it was hard to miss the tent he was already pitching as the match started.

Jim was off to a bad start right away as he foolishly put his hands up offering a collar and elbow to Linda. I have no idea what he was thinking and winced in sympathetic pain as his opponent instead reached through his hands and gave him a double nip twist. Jim yelped but managed to grab her wrists. With his hands occupied, Linda launched a follow up knee between the legs. Jim released her arms and dropped to his knees, and it already looked like he was in deep shit. Linda took a step forward, reaching down and pulling his arms straight up over his head, and locked in a standing headscissors. She held Jim like this for just a minute before he got his legs under him, and seeing his escape attempt coming she released the scissors. She still held on to his wrists and smoothy swung to his side, stomping down on his back and knocking him to the mat. She left her foot on his back and got behind him and started pulling up on his arms as she pressed down with her foot. Like her previous hold, she only kept this on to tire Jim out until he started gathering himself to escape. She released his arms, helping him up to his feet, then came around to his front and nailed him with a DDT.

This left Jim laying spread-eagled on the ground. Linda bent down and slid his speedo off, tossing it to his mom for safekeeping. Linda spared Jim a look and seeing him still laying on his back decided to show off a little.

She rolled Jim on to his stomach and pulled him up to his hands and feet. I was worried she was going to finish him off the way Mom had put away Matt, but it didn't seem like Linda to repeat a spot, and indeed she proceeded to sit on his back, then reached behind her and started slapping his butt, riding him around like a pony.

This got a big reaction from her teammates, but Linda had underestimated the sheer energy of a teenage boy and his hormones, and with a scream of surprise she was hefted into the air on Jim's shoulders as he stood up. He threw himself backwards onto the mat, giving Linda an electric chair drop that left her stunned on the ground. Jim quickly flipped Linda onto her chest and sat down on her back. He pulled her upper body off the mat like he was going for a camel clutch, but once her arms were tucked away behind his knees, instead of pulling on her chin he reached into her suit and started playing with her tits.

I was on my feet cheering at this, not just because it was basically the first real big offense our team had gotten, but also because I'd seen Linda wrestle a few times before and her big weakness seemed to be her libido - she enjoyed tussling with and dominating teen boys so much that she sometimes was more focused on enjoying herself than nailing down the match, and I guess Jim had noticed it too, or maybe he just wanted to get his hands on her chest (can't blame him if that was the case). Jim had thoughtfully pointed Linda at where we were all sitting, so our team got a great view of him feeling her up. Linda let her head droop, not even trying to escape the hold, her legs kicking weakly as Jim tweaked and teased her nipples. He managed to work Linda up pretty good, but he couldn't finish her off like this, so he reluctantly released her after a couple minutes. Linda didn't get up and he rolled her on to her back, then reached down to pull the straps on her suit down. Instead, Linda's hand darted up and she poked him in the eyes. Jim took a stumbling step back holding his face and turned away from Linda. She got up to her knees and came up behind him, reaching between his legs and grabbing his cock with one hand and his balls with the other. Jim had worked up a fairly impressive hardon while massaging Linda's chest, and she started giving him an expert handjob. From where I was sitting I could tell she was making sure he didn't cum too fast, sometimes stopping to pinch the head of his dick before she went back to stroking it, and at times using just her index finger and thumb to make a ring around his cock.

I'm sure she could have finished him off right here - with her controlling grip, he couldn't make any kind of move to escape without getting both his dick and balls squeezed - but Linda wanted to toy with him some more and she gently guided him down to his knees, then came around to his side and pushed him down onto his back. She told him not to move and took down the straps on her suit, peeling the top down to her stomach and revealing her amazing tits. She ran her hands over them and then laid on top of Jim, pushing her tanned boobs together and fitting them over his nose and mouth. She moved her hips so that the tip of his cock was pressing up against her cunt, with only a thin strip of material keeping the two apart. Had it gone in, Jim was definitely a goner. Luckily for our team but I guess unluckily for him, it looked like Linda was still bent on dominating and embarrassing him as she worked the tit smother, taunting him about how he'd never get to fuck her while she rubbed her lycra-covered pussy up and down his dick.

Jim was in a very bad spot here, but I guess it could have been worse; if Linda had closed her thighs around his dick, she probably could have finished him off then and there. I guess she was planning on finishing him off with a cowgirl, but she gave him too long to recover and counted too much on her rubbing her pussy against him to keep him immobilized. Linda emitted a surprised shriek as Jim threw her off him. Jim got up to his knees, but Linda seemed stunned and was slow to recover and was still on her back. Jim sat down on her stomach, pinned her wrists at her sides, and started licking and sucking on her tits. Linda bucked under him, but his weight advantage was telling and she couldn't escape. Jim flicked his tongue against her nipples, left then right, then took the whole thing into his mouth, left then right again. He trapped Linda's right arm under his thigh so he could use his left hand and started playing with whichever breast he wasn't currently sucking on, and then he reached behind him and started rubbing her pussy through her bathing suit. He kept this up until Linda was a sweating, moaning mess underneath him, and then it was time for the big finish.

Jim climbed off her slowly just in case she was playing possum again, but she didn't move, so he set about stripping her. When she still didn't move he rolled her on to her stomach and got behind her. He pulled her hips up, and it looked like he was about to get a great finish on her. Sure enough, he pushed into her from behind, and the deep groan he drew from Linda was as definite a sound of submission as I'd ever heard. Jim started fucking her, reaching straight ahead to grab a and handful of her long hair as he gave it to her. It looked like he pushed all the way in and started giving her short thrusts. This was probably the only way he could make Linda cum first - I can only chalk it up to the fact that he was able to pick the speed and depth of thrust that generated the most pleasure for her and least to him with the fact that Linda had seemed pretty hot and bothered by the match so far. (Jim hadn't lost his boner worshiping her tits, but he probably wasn't as ready to burst as he'd been earlier in the match when she was stroking his cock.) If there was any doubt that Linda had given up she reached back with one hand and started playing with her clit. After a few minutes Linda started bucking under Jim as she came,  and he just kept fucking her through her orgasm, although I guess the feeling of her clenching vagina as she shook under him was too much, and he started cumming too before she came down. With both of them climaxing at once he was giving her wild, spastic strokes, but he finished with one big one, hilting himself with a groan and almost falling over on top of her.

There was no need for a pin or anything like that, and Jim pulled out, helped Linda to her feet, and walked back over to where we were sitting to a standing ovation. Jim high fived Matt as me and Rob gave him appreciative backslaps (you usually don't do butt slaps when the other guy's totally naked). Rob asked Jim what his secret was, but I couldn't stick around to hear the answer as my match was up next, and my opponent was already walking out to the middle of the mats.

The third match was me versus Maria (Matt's mom). We had quite a show to follow and I was already sporting wood that my forest-green speedo thong was doing a particularly bad job of covering. I'm about 5'10", told I look like a beanpole, and had my hair buzzed for the summer like Matt, but it was already growing back into its customary unruly black mop. As for my opponent, well, Maria's got this whole sensual, earthy thing going that really works for me, and the high-backed Mexican flag one-piece wasn't exactly covering a lot of her. It was cut high on the hips showing off her big, beautiful bottom, and the front was scooped showing very deep brown cleavage. Maria's short like her son, but where he's a quick little slip of a guy his mom is more built like a tank. I guess she's the enforcer of the group, although it feels a little silly to call her that when she's 5'2". She had the biggest curves, with natural tits even bigger than Linda's that must have been at least 40DD, not to mention her previously noted tremendous ass that I'd wager a whole generation of young men had come to grief under. Maria has a very round face with big black eyes and full lips that usually wore a smile, and today was no different (it was a little strange having her aiming the same smile at me across the mat as she used when telling me and Matt that we should take a break from Halo 4 and go outside). Her long, black silky hair framed her face and came down almost to the top of her breasts, which were looking ready to spill out of her suit, which was probably a size too small now that I think about it. I guess I can't throw stones since I felt like I was going to rip my own suit with my pre-match wood.

I tried to shake these thoughts as the match started. There's not a lot of kicking or punching by the boys in these matches (nobody wants to punch someone's mom), but there is a lot of slapping from the cougar's team, and sure enough as soon as me and Maria got close she reached out and slapped me across the face. Taking a page from her son's playbook she then stomped on my bare left foot. I couldn't stop myself from flinching and that was all the opening she needed to step in and sock me in the gut. I took a stumbling step back and she put her shoulder down and tackled me. We both ended up on the mat with her on top of me, trying to grab my wrists and pin me down. I wasn't that stunned, though, and managed to throw her off me. We both got to our knees, facing each other warily. She grabbed for my nuts which I managed to block, but it turned out this was a feint as her other hand slapped me again. Once again I was stunned and she reached forward and twisted my nipples. I yelped in pain and she grabbed my head with both hands and slammed a headbutt into my face.

I went down on my back, stunned at the direction the match was going in. In a daze I saw Maria's huge ass coming at my face and I knew I'd never get out from under it alive. I scooted away from her and got to my feet groggily. Maria came at me wearing that same beguiling smile. I shook the cobwebs off and put my fists up. Before she came into range she stopped and lowered the straps on her suit, setting free her gigantic breasts. I was of course mesmerized, staring at her obviously real, slightly droopy tits, and couldn't move to defend myself as she just walked up to me and locked me in a bearhug.

Maria had wrapped my arms up next to my torso, and as soon as I realized what she had done I figured I was in big trouble. I couldn't move my arms at all. With her height, her big melons were mushrooming against my stomach, and pleasure mixed with pain as she squeezed me. I frantically tried pulling my wrists free with big, spastic pulls, but it was no use. My legs started trembling underneath me as I couldn't get a breath with Maria's arms crushing my midsection. I lifted my right leg and tried to knee her, but I couldn't get a good angle, and Maria looked up at me, wearing that same smile as I was helpless in her grip. Before I passed out she threw me down to the mat on my back. I was too tired and stunned to move as she kneeled between my legs, grabbing my cock through my suit. She started jerking me off, slowly, looking in my eyes the whole time. She placed her free hand on my stomach, pressing down slightly, a signal not to move or resist.

We have a few advantages over the cougars; one of them is sheer stamina, and another one is that they sometimes underestimate us. I was in heaven with the slow cock-stroking Maria was doing, but I still had some fight in me. I knew I would probably only get one chance - one wrong move and her free hand would be squeezing my balls or one of her fingers would be up my ass - and I laid back, closing my eyes and moaning like I was giving up. The cougars were whooping and cheering for Maria and I waited about ten seconds to hopefully lull her into thinking I was done (any longer than that and I risked losing the match if she made me cum).

With as much energy as I could summon up I sat up, grabbing her wrists quickly. Maria grunted in surprise, and I pulled her up to her feet, still holding her wrists, twisting them painfully. Maria groaned in pain, bending over forwards slightly to try and ease the pressure, and I had to dismiss my instincts (either to start laying kicks into her dangling tits or one up between her legs). I forced her down to her knees, switching grips so she was in a front facelock, and gave her a DDT.

Maria's head bounced off the mats with a rewardingly loud sound - there's not much padding on top of the concrete - and she came to rest on her stomach. She got up to her knees slowly, and I was there behind her, pressing my back into hers, reaching around and grabbing her tits. She moaned softly as I started kneading them. I was hoping to weaken her up in this hold, but she reached between her legs and grabbed my hard cock, locking it between her thighs. She started moving her hips back and forth and I knew I had to get out of this immediately or she'd make me cum. I pulled my hands off her chest and instead got a double hammerlock, pushing her down to the mat on her face. I released her right arm so I'd have my right hand free and grabbed a handful of her silky black hair, pulling it back to raise her head off the mat, then slammed her face into the ground. I gave her five or six of these and she stopped struggling, laying limp on the mat. I cautiously stripped her, and when she still didn't move I rolled her onto her stomach, holding her wrists to either side of her head. At this she came back to life and started bucking underneath me, but she was out of gas; her face was red and she was coated in sweat and couldn't summon up the strength to throw all 5'10" of me off. I let her wear herself out until she lay there panting with her eyes closed.

Then I went to work. I pinned both of her wrists over her head with my left hand, leaving my mouth and right hand free to attack her tits. I'd been dreaming about getting my hands (and lips, and tongue) on her globes for a long time, and the little bit I'd gotten to play with them earlier in the match had only whetted my appetite. I went at them with gusto, Maria moaning and groaning under me as I tweaked, teased, licked and sucked on her dark little nipples, but she didn't try to escape. I doubted I could finish her off like this, but I hoped I'd be able to fondle all the fight out of her just the same.

By the time I was finished with her boobs, they were both coated in spit and her nipples were as hard as bullets. Maria herself seemed to be in dreamland. I cautiously released her wrists, and when she didn't move, I laid down on top of her. I quickly shed my suit and positioned myself between her legs, probing her pussy with a finger; she was gushing. That was all the invitation I needed. I lined myself up and pushed into her. She let out a gasp, reaching up and wrapping her arms around my torso as I slid home. We were both pretty turned on and this wasn't something I had much experience with, but I did want Maria to come first out of some naive notion that she'd love this so much she'd want to do it all the time. Since we were doing missionary I attempted to set the pace, trying to copy Jim's technique of just doing short, deep, quick strokes, but Maria was bucking her hips back into me and I almost popped out a few times. It was only a minute or two before I couldn't take it anymore and started cumming into her, shooting my load deep into her pussy as I kept fucking her, her fingers digging into my back. I went as long as I could, even giving her a few strokes after I'd cum, until I had nothing left and collapsed on top of her sweaty body. We just lay there for a minute in each other's embrace before I had the energy to pull out and roll off her. I realized with a start I had no idea if I'd won; the match had whoever cum first as the loser and evidence of my climax was already dripping out of Maria's pussy as I helped her to her feet. But she raised my arm in victory and I got a nice hand from our team, who I gave a big bow to (only realizing at the sound of cheers and hoots from behind me that I'd accidentally mooned team cougar). Maria hugged me and I went back to our area to get cleaned up. I was walking on clouds; we were up 2-1. Maybe we could win this whole thing.

Last up in round 1 was Rob (Linda's son) versus Jennifer (Jim's mom). Rob's a big dude, probably 6'1" and 230 pounds at least. He's got long, lanky blonde hair, and his somewhat bovine expression hid a fairly good power wrestler. His opponent, our host, Mrs. Jennifer O'Brien, looked even shorter than her 5'4" and I'd guess 135 pounds standing across the mat from him. What I noticed immediately when looking at her was her very pale white skin, even whiter than my mom's, which made her look like a ghost who'd wandered outside during the day. It was already oily with strong sunscreen (a favorite technique the moms like to use to make them harder to grip). Her red, straight hair was styled in a sidebang kind of cut that draped over her shoulders and a little over the left side of her face, and she had a liberal dusting of freckles over her skin. In contrast to Linda's model-like looks, Jennifer looked more like the mom next door, with a very cute face that I thought it was a shame to hide behind a curtain of hair. Today she was wearing a metallic green one-piece that didn't exactly flatter her pert B-cups, but it was cut very high on the hips - almost as high as Maria's - and did show off her nice legs. Jennifer blew a lock of hair out of her face and nodded at Rob and the match was on.

Jennifer was fighting dirty from the get go. Rob came at her with his arms wide looking to grab her, and she went low, dodging under his grip, then getting a upward slap right on his balls (with the tiny little speedos we guys have to wear, you couldn't miss where his junk was located). Rob, of course, instinctively covered up his goods, and Jennifer quickly propped her right knee behind his left leg, then pushed as hard as she could. Rob fell straight back like a falling tree and hit with almost as much force (well, all right, maybe I'm exaggerating, but only a little). Before he could move Jennifer had yanked his speedos down to his knees, and he rolled on the mat, awkwardly trying both to sit up and pull his suit back up. He managed to get to a sitting position and Jennifer swooped in, giving him a really mean looking backhand to the face. Rob was stunned and Jennifer started laying chops into his chest like she was Ric Flair. Rob managed to withstand a bunch of these but after twelve or thirteen Jennifer managed to chop him onto his back. She sprang at him, pinning his wrists up by his head, and planting her pussy right on his nose and mouth. Poor Rob not only couldn't move his arms, but his speedo still had his legs stuck together, and he was having a very tough time trying to generate enough force to try and buck his opponent off him. Eventually he managed to get his feet planted flat on the mat and started trying to roll himself over, and Jennifer let him up before he could escape, with the front of her bottoms marked with a very hard to miss wet spot.

I hoped that Jennifer being turned on would distract her and give Rob a nice opening, but I guess it evened out as his seven incher was at full extension waving in the breeze as he reached down and finally pulled his suit all the way off. He had just managed to get to his feet when Jennifer attacked.

Rob stopping to remove his suit was all the opening Jennifer had needed and she circled around behind him, running at his back, and at the last second leaping in the air, using her momentum to hit Rob with a huge bulldog that laid him flat on his chest. Barely had the sound of the impact dissipated than Jennifer was on him, laying down next to him. She quickly scissored his arm and then locked him into a crossface.

I felt really bad for Rob; he was getting dominated by a woman he had almost a foot on, and from the sounds he was making she wasn't being gentle with him. Rob slapped the mat with his free hand, but the arm closest to Jennifer was locked between her legs, and with how hard she was pulling his face back he didn't seem to be able to get his feet in a position to push off the mat. When Jennifer released him he flopped to the ground, his eyes rolled back in his head and his tongue flopping out of his slack mouth. Jennifer brushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear and then climbed on Rob's back, and gave his ass a few squeezes and playful slaps. He started waking up, pushing his upper body off the ground and shaking his head. Jennifer noticed this and she turned to face his head. She grabbed his right wrist and pulled it up behind his back. She stood up, pulling Rob up to his feet by the hammerlock, wrenching it so high Rob had to bend over. With her free hand she reached between his legs, giving his balls a squeeze, then grabbing his cock and stroking it to attention. Rob made to lift his leg to try and kick her away and her hand quickly fell back to his balls, giving them a short, sharp, twisting pull that made him scream. She told him to just enjoy it or she'd rip his nuts off and then returned to beating his meat.

It was a pretty humbling site seeing big Rob bent over helpless as a woman who weighed 100 pounds less than him and was twice his age had her way with him, but you don't wrestle in many of these tournaments without seeing something like this. Jennifer was relentless, and he didn't last long under her assault, with his hips bucking pathetically as he came. Jennifer kept milking his cock, trying to get the biggest load possible out of him. She worked him until she'd squeezed out the last drop, then forced him down to his knees, wiping the hand she'd jerked him off with on his back. She released the hammerlock and took a quick victory lap as the other moms cheered before heading back over to their area to get a drink of water.

Despite the absolute domination of our biggest team member, I was actually feeling pretty excited. A good percentage of these tournaments have the moms winning every single match, and going 2-2 in the first round was as good a start as I ever remembered getting. I didn't want to start getting ahead of myself thinking we could win this thing, but I felt much more chipper than I probably should have as I helped drag Rob back to lay across a towel off the mats.

The first round 2 matchup was Jim versus my mom. You're not allowed to put anything back on once it's removed, so Jim was buck naked while Emily still had on her white two-piece. I hoped Jim would fare better than Matt had, and I didn't think this was outside the realm of possibility since mom had only three inches on him, and her willowy build meant he definitely had the weight advantage.

Those positive feelings didn't last very long as the match started with Jim falling for a trick as mom offered him a elbow and collar lockup, only to hip toss him over her back when he went for it. She tried to climb on top of him, but he threw her off, then rolled away and up to his feet. They came at each other, with mom making an obvious grab as his balls that Jim blocked, but he left himself open for a hard slap to the face. He slapped her right back and mom seemed stunned. Jim came in and wrapped her up in a bearhug. I don't think this was as effective as it could have been given mom's height advantage, and when Jim leaned back and tried to lift her off the mat, her feet didn't leave the ground. He had wrapped her arms up so she couldn't use her hands to escape and I thought if nothing else that might buy him enough time to do some damage, but only a second passed before mom pushed off with her legs, jumping up and wrapping them around Jim's midsection. For a minute both teams were totally quiet watching as Jim and Emily squeezed each other as hard as they could, and the cougar team erupted in cheers as Jim lost, releasing mom. He tried to push her away but she had wrapped her arms around him, and as he broke his own hold, she moved her grip up to the back of his head, pushing his face in between her lotion-covered boobs, and he stumbled backwards and fell to the mat on his back, his opponent still on top of him. It was looking really bad for him now as mom worked the scissors and boob smother. Jim lay limp for a minute, I guess stunned at the impact, but he did start moving his limbs as we clapped and yelled encouragement at him. He reached up with his hands and grabbed my mom's arms, using his superior strength to pull them out to either side, breaking the smother at least. This still didn't do him much good as his nose and mouth were sandwiched into his opponent's tits, but he was able to turn his head and start getting some air. He started moving his legs, trying to roll over, and mom released her scissors, rolling off him and getting to her knees. Jim started getting up himself, but mom had given herself enough time to get behind him as he got up, wrapping his arms up in a full nelson. She snaked her legs around him to try and get her scissors again, and I figured if she succeeded the match was over. Jim must have had the same idea as he threw himself to the mat on his left side. This trapped mom's left leg under his body, but unfortunately it looked like it also left Jim trapped as he couldn't get up without freeing her leg. Since she was still working the full nelson that was bad news. It got even worse as mom switched holds, turning the full nelson into her pulling Jim's arms behind his back, then planting her free right foot into his back and pushing. She pushed him so far with her foot that she was able to pull her left leg from under him and added this to the right one in bending Jim's back. With him stuck on his side he wasn't able to get his feet under him and it looked like he couldn't get out of this hold as much as he struggled and kicked his legs. Mom kept the hold on until he went limp, and when she released him he flopped to the mat. Mom rolled him on to his stomach, then got behind him and pulled his waist up. Like with her previous victim she slapped her hips into his bare butt a few times. As she reached between his legs, though, Jim pulled his right leg back, and before mom could move he slammed his foot into her face in a nasty mule kick. Mom covered her face, and went down, stunned, as her team erupted in boos, which were quickly drowned out by our cheers as Jim hit a enziguri from all fours. Mom collapsed to the mat on her front and Jim pounced, rolling her on her back and unhooking her top, then pulling her bottoms off. Mom was still woozy and Jim sat down on the mat behind her, pulling her up between his legs. He pulled her high enough so that the top of her head was about even with his chin. Jim scissored her midsection, catching her arms at the wrist on both sides. With his hands he reached around and started playing with her tits.

Mom kicked and struggled, but she wasn't strong enough to free her arms, and she couldn't get her legs under her. She put up a good fight, but eventually she collapsed against Jim with a groan that sounded like she had given up. Jim kept playing with her boobs for a little bit, although his legs relaxed around her waist. Only when her eyes closed and she let out a fluttering moan did he release her. He laid her down on the mat gently, then rolled her over onto her front. Mimicking her earlier move he got behind her and pulled his opponent's waist up off the mat, but Emily was in no shape to resist the way he had earlier. He pushed her thighs apart and leaned forward. Mom just groaned into the mat as he slid into her. I couldn't help but applaud with the rest of my team as Jim went 2-0 for the afternoon. As with Linda he reached forward, grabbing a handful of mom's long black hair, and gave her short, deep thrusts. Where Linda had totally surrendered by playing with herself, mom was more passive, only really coming to life when she climaxed, bucking her hips back against Jim as he kept pounding her pussy. To put the cherry on top (and I guess because he'd cum already), he somehow managed to finish her off without cumming himself - no small feat given how jacked up on hormones we all were, let me tell you - and popped his dick out of mom's glistening pussy. He went around to her front, and pulled her up so she was holding herself up with her arms (she'd totally collapsed during her orgasm). He cupped her face with his right hand and pushed his cock into her mouth. My mom started sucking his dick, holding herself up with one hand and reaching out to massage his balls with the other. Jim only lasted 20 or 30 seconds before he came down her throat. Mom swallowed every drop, even giving his cock a few milking squeezes with just the tip in her mouth after he tried to pull out.

Jim came back to our corner to another round of congratulatory high fives. As for me, I once again had a heck of a match to follow; I was up next.

My heart was pounding and my cock was hard as a rock as I faced off with Jennifer. Like Jim I was starting nude while my opponent was fully clothed. I was very nevous; If I won my match, we'd have won the whole tournament; not only would we be heroes to every horny teenage boy in the neighborhood, but as far as I knew it also meant we got to boss around four foxy milfs all day.

So between that and my nerves from having seen Rob get demolished, I was watching Jennifer like a hawk for any ticks. She offered me a collar and elbow tieup, but I knew with my height advantage she wasn't going to win this and figured she was faking me out. I tried to go low and tackle her, but she saw this coming and shot an elbow into my face. I went down on my back and Jennifer jumped in the air, aiming her butt at my stomach. I rolled out of the way and she landed with a loud yell. I got up to my feet and Jen to her knees. I came up behind her and reached down, grabbing her right wrist and pulling it up behind her back in a hammerlock. I figured this was fair play since she'd dominated Rob with this hold. I debated getting her other hand locked up too, but decided that instead I'd reach around and start feeling her boobs. I guess I took a second too long to think because as soon as I went for this Jennifer simply ducked out of the hammerlock, pulling her small wrist out of my grip before I could think to clamp down, then turning and slapping me hard across the face.

I took a surprised step back and Jennifer used the same move on me she'd done to Rob, propping her left leg behind my right one and pushing me so I fell down. No sooner had I hit the mat then I was I frantically scrambling away from her and got back to my feet, fists in front of my face, as her team cheered the display she was putting on. She blew a lock of hair out of her face and motioned for me to come on. I did so, not really sure what I was going to do. Once again she offered me the collar and elbow. I tried to go over her hands and grab her, but she was far too quick and dropped to the mat, then sprang up and headbutted me in the stomach.

I collapsed on my side holding my gut. Jennifer was right on me and rolled me onto my chest. I frantically tried to get up but she had already sat down on my back. I tried to scoot out from under her, which didn't work as she grabbed my right ankle, and my crazed kicking and struggling only earned me a minute's reprieve before she caught my left one too. I felt her butt scooting higher towards my head as she pulled my legs up in a boston crab. She moved back until she was sitting almost on my shoulderblades and my body was making a C shape. I started crawling towards the pool with a half-formed plan of dumping both of us in it and escaping that way. I'd made it only a few inches before I felt Jennifer grab my cock, which had been waving in the breeze. She gave it a squeeze and I stopped crawling. She used two fingers and her thumb to start stroking me and my team was on its feet, with Matt and Jim yelling at me to do something and Rob pleading with me not to let her do that to me. I resumed crawling as fast as I could and the race was on. Jennifer had me rock hard in no time and then started jerking me off in earnest. The only things that let me last as long as I did is that she had to keep my legs pinned, and she couldn't get a very good grip on my dick without giving me the chance to escape. Also, whenever I made it about six inches or so, she had to take a step back to stay in position above me which meant she had to leave off my cock for a few seconds. Even so, she was beating my meat with gusto, paying special attention to the head once I started leaking pre-cum.

It was very close, but I won, barely. When we got too close to the edge of the pool Jennifer threw my legs down. They were so sore and stiff that I didn't even get a chance to get up; as I was trying to get my legs under me Jennifer grabbed me by my ankles and dragged me back to the center of the fighting area. I was still laying on my chest, and I was ready to buck her off if she tried to sit on me and re-apply the crab, but instead she laid down on my right side. She hooked her left leg over my hips and started spanking my ass. I bucked under her, but with her thigh pressing down on me there was nothing I could do. I could hear the entire cougar team including my mom cheering for Jennifer as she humiliated me. Her spanking really started hurting as she wailed on my butt and I had to bite back tears that I knew would have made it even worse. When she released me I had in mind a plan to spring to my feet and attack her, but I was so stunned when she did actually stop that that all I ended up doing was instinctively reaching back and rubbing my bare butt. This gave Jennifer the chance to slap a hammerlock on me, and I knew I was in really big trouble as she'd finished Rob off with this hold and I was a stick compared to him. Jennifer used it to wrench me up to my feet, dodging the wild elbow I threw behind me. Thinking fast I bent over and pushed my thighs back, trying to trip Jennifer and have her go over my back. This actually worked, and Jennifer flew over me with a scream of surprise. She hit the mat hard on her left side and rolled onto her back with a groan. I quickly rolled her onto her stomach and unzipped her suit. Getting it off was a little tricky as I had to lift her torso up to free the suit, and by the time I slid it off her feet she nimbly rolled away from me and hopped up to her feet.

I threw her suit into our area without taking my eyes off her. I'd lost my erection thanks to the pain of her spanking, but I felt it twitching to life as Jennifer didn't bother trying to cover up her naked, oily body (I guess as a precaution against losing her suit, she was coated in sunscreen from head to toe). I looked a second too long as she came in, reaching between my legs and grabbing my semi-hard cock. She gave it a squeeze and I reached down to free myself, but her other hand had darted between my legs and cupped my balls. "Don't fucking move," she hissed, "or I'll rip your balls off." She pulled me down to my knees, then pushed her bare tits into my chest, forcing me down onto my back. She was laying on top of me now and started scooting backwards between my legs. I saw my chance and lunged, shooting my hands between our bodies and grabbing her wrists. She grunted with effort as I pulled her grasping hands away from me. She was still laying mostly on top of me and we struggled wildly for a second. Just as I thought I was going to heave her off she started pressing her thigh into my genitals; my balls were trapped between her leg and my pelvis, and she exerted just enough pressure to let me know this. Even so I was able to scoot away from her, and thanks to the generous coating of suntan lotion and sweat I was able to get to my knees. Jennifer did likewise and we were facing each other, my hands still holding her wrists. I pinned them to her sides and leaned forward and down and started licking her nipples. Jennifer moaned as I flicked the left and then the right with my tongue. They were rock hard as I brought one into my mouth. I had become too absorbed in my work (I should have gotten her on her back like Maria) as Jennifer freed herself, pulling her wrists out of my grip. She grabbed my hair, pulling me away from her boobs. She leaned in and kissed me, forcing her tongue into my mouth. Before I could process this she broke the kiss and gave me a vicious backhand that knocked me down on my left side. Before I could move Jennifer had laid down on her right side facing my feet - we were in a 69 position. I didn't need any more of an invitation, spreading her thighs and darting my tongue into her pussy. I felt her gripping the back of my own thighs as she took my cock into her mouth.

Both teams were cheering their fighter on, and I hoped that Jennifer was turned on enough to give me a shot at winning. That fantasy came to an end as Jennifer clamped her thighs closed around my head. I tried to do this to her in return, but one of her hands had snuck around to my butt, and her index finger was pressing up against my asshole. I got the message as I relaxed my thighs and let Jennifer finish me off. She eased off the pressure on her scissors just enough to make sure I stayed awake for the grand finale. Her warm lips slid up and down my shaft a few times and then she started deepthroating me, the tip of her small chin touching my hips. On one of these downstrokes I came, shooting my load into her mouth, which she sucked up greedily. On the return stroke she went so high that just the head was in her mouth and used her hand to milk as much cum as she could from my prick.

I saw sunlight again as she released me, getting to her feet and posing for her team. Matt and Jim had to come drag me back to our area. They laid me on a lounger, then Matt and Rob gave Jim last minute advice. The final match of the tournament was about to begin.

Jennifer had no time to rest as the final match of the tournament pitted her against her own son. Both had two victories on the day and if Jim could make it three we'd be heroes. Matt and Rob were clapping for him, but I only had the energy to shield my eyes with my arm as the match started.

If Jennifer was winded from my match it didn't show as she immediately slapped her son across the face. Jim was stunned and she went for the takedown she'd used on both me and Rob, but as soon as she planted her leg behind Jim's he shoved her hard away from her. She somersaulted and came up to her feet, charging at Jim and giving her a shove of her own. He didn't have the same grace as his mom and where she'd rolled with the force of his attack, he just fell down awkwardly. Jennifer reached down to grab him, but he pushed her away by the thighs and she had to let him get up to his feet. She came in and tried to lift her knee between his legs, but she hadn't had time to really aim this and some of the force hit his upper thigh before sliding home and nailing his balls. Still, it was enough to drive Jim back covering himself. His mom ducked to his right side and swept his right leg out from under him and he fell on his back, winded. Jennifer rolled Jim over onto his stomach and laid on top of him, her boobs mushrooming against his back. She reached her arms around his neck to get him in a sleeper, but with one big motion Jim bucked her off. Jennifer went flying backwards and the back of her head smacked off the ground. She lay still as Jim capitalized, sitting down on her stomach. He tried to pin her wrists by her sides with his legs, but her hands were so small that as she came around she was able to simply pull them free. She reached up and gave him a double nipple twist. Jim was shocked by the sudden pain, giving his mom enough time to ball up her right hand into a fist, which she launched into his stomach. But she didn't have a good angle, and Jim just grunted, trying to grab her wrists. He got the left one pinned to the mat, but she slapped his face again with the right. Jim looked disorientated and kept trying to grab her hand. Jennifer succeeded in dismounting him by firing a upward palm strike that hit him in the jaw and he rolled off her in a daze.

Jennifer finally looked like she was slowing down a little as she got to her feet, panting, with sweat pouring off her naked, oiled body. Unfortunately Jim didn't look too hot himself laying on his side with his eyes closed. Jennifer planted her right foot on the side of his head, then reached down and grabbed his arm and pulled it straight up. She started twisting his wrist and Jim screamed. His other arm was partially trapped under his body and at first he slapped blindly at his mom's leg, but following our advice he managed to roll onto his back. His mom had to give up the hold, dropping down into a crouch and stalking him. As Jim got to her feet she charged into him.

I almost laughed out loud as Jennifer bounced off her son. Her technique was good, but she'd only backed up a few feet, and she looked like a puzzled cat bouncing off a large dog as she hit Jim's tensed stomach and recoiled. I guess she was more used to fighting women her own age as she seemed stunned, and Jim stepped in and slugged her in the gut. It looked like this blow didn't have all of his force behind it, but it was enough to drop his surprised mom to her knees holding her stomach. Jim wrapped his arm around her head and pulled her up into a front facelock. He went for the DDT, but just before he could execute it his mom's hand struck out and grabbed his bare balls.

The momentum swung back as now Jim was in a real bad spot. He still had the front facelock on, but it didn't seem to be slowing his mom down as her other hand wrapped around his cock and started stroking it. I couldn't even think of any advice to yell; Matt was yelling to use his knee, which I guess would have worked, but this wasn't that kind of match, and Rob was once again giving the timeless if useless advice of "don't let her do that to you". Jim stumbled backwards, dragging his mom with him; I shouted for him to get to the pool, hoping he could escape the same way I had. But it was no good. The hand Jennifer had on his dick came off it just long enough to grab the back of his left knee, and she pulled it out, dumping him on the mat. He let the facelock go and quick as a flash his mom sat down on his upper thighs. She kept one hand cupping his balls and went back to stroking his dick with the other. Jim couldn't move his lower body, but he was able to sit up. He did so, giving his mom a hard push. I think she was holding on to his cock and balls for dear life, as she went backwards off him and he screamed. He got up to his knees, but he was holding himself and had his eyes shut in pain. Jennifer got her to feet and went behind Jim, then ran at him and smacked his face into the ground with a bulldog.

Now it looked really bad as Jim was laying on his stomach not moving. Jennifer laid on top of him again, and this time she was able to lock the sleeper around his neck. Jim came to life pulling at her arms and trying to get to his feet at the same time. Jennifer locked her legs around his midsection adding a scissor hold to her choke as Jim drunkenly got to his feet. He threw himself backwards on the mat and Jennifer didn't have time to let go, emitting a loud grunt as her son landed on her with all his weight.

Jim rolled off her and both fighters lay still for a minute as both teams urged on their warrior. We grew even louder as Jim slowly sat up, shaking his head. He got to his feet rubbing his neck, which had turned red, as Jennifer just began to stir. Jim shook off the cobwebs and walked up to his mom as she got to her feet. She held her hands up, palms forward, trying to ward him off. Jim reached down grabbed her wrists, throwing them to either side, and that was all the opening she needed to dart forward, taking his semi-erect cock into her mouth.

This was a desperation move on Jennifer's part, but I guess she really wanted to win. Jim just stood there dumbstruck as his mom started sucking on his cock. She scooted a little closer, cupping his balls with one hand, keeping just the tip of his cock in her mouth as she jerked him off with the other. We were all yelling pleads and threats to Jim, but he was beyond our power to reach. Jennifer worked his dick until his eyes rolled back in his head, then popped his saliva-slick unit out of her mouth. She headbutted him in the stomach and Jim sank unresisting to his knees. Jennifer got to her feet, cupping her hands under Jim's armpits and dragged him over to the pool. She rolled him in and then stood with her hands on her hips until he came up for air.

As soon as his head broke the surface she was there, reaching down and grabbing his wet hair with both hands. She hauled him to the side of the pool, with just his head and shoulders sticking out as his back was pressed into the pool liner. Jennifer without missing a beat laid down on her back, scooted forward, and wrapped her legs around his neck, getting him in a figure four-style scissor choke with Jim still mostly submerged. He kicked wildly under the water and his hands came out to try and pull his mom's thighs apart, but he had no leverage at all and couldn't get a grip with his wet hands. The cougar team was on its feet cheering and hollering their approval at what I had to admit was a pretty impressive display. Jennifer for her part put her hands behind her head, looking like this was the most normal activity in the world to be indulging in in a hot summer day.

Jim tapped out and the tournament was over. His mom helped him out of the pool but his day wasn't quite done yet. She made him go to the center of the mats and had him lay down on his back. Jennifer planted her bare pussy on his mouth and started riding his face, a victory I can't deny was well-earned. I felt a little bad for Jim as he hadn't gotten off himself and his boner was waving in the breeze, but it looked like Linda wanted round two as she strode over to Jim and impaled herself on his prick. We watched the show in silence, knowing that as soon as the cougars had finished with Jim, he'd get awarded his speedo, and then we'd have a very long day ahead of us.