Nate vs Two Cousins in a M/FF Handicap Professional Wrestling Match

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Cousin Timothy vs His Grandmothers in a Handicap Professional Wrestling Match

“Dude, I’m so bored,” my cousin and tonight’s tag-team partner Tim yawned. “Who likes this crap?”

“Quiet,” I shushed him. We were on in the second match of the quarterly family wrestling expo, and the opening one was already underway in the full size ring, being watched by cousins, uncles, aunts, moms, dads, and grandmas and grandpas in the stands. Usually the opening match is a slow-paced one between older members of the family, and tonight’s was no different, featuring Grandma Jane against Grandma Edna. They were just over ten minutes into a classic pro-style match from when they were in their prime; this was the kind of slow-paced match where a suplex was a big spot, and one of them might be down for thirty or forty five seconds after taking a devastating back rake. 

I liked the old school stuff, so I was enjoying it, but I could see how someone could get bored quickly. What I didn’t anticipate is that not only would Tim be bored, but he wouldn’t shut up about it. He perked up a little bit when Grandma Edna removed Grandma Jane’s top, but two minutes into Edna choking Jane out against the bottom rope he finally had enough.

"Borrrrrr-ing!" Tim yelled. "Would you take it home, grandma? There's actual good matches I want to see!"

"Dude, shut up," I elbowed him. "They're going to hear you!" It was too late; Edna had left off choking Jane and was glaring at her grandson: "What was that, Timothy?" 

He missed the warning tone in her voice even as I slid away from him in my seat.

"Can you two finish it up already? I don't want the ring smelling like stinky old lady pussy during my match!" he yelled. Well, that did it. They called him down to the ring, and over my protests he got up and stomped down the stairs; I watched him hop the ringside barrier and slip underneath the ropes as I felt our tag match going down the toilet. 

Edna had helped Jane up, and the two of them went face to face with my cousin, angrily scolding him. I wanted to run down there myself and deck him as he challenged them to a two-on-one handicap match his grandmothers angrily accepted.

I took a deep breath trying to calm down and appraised the fighters quickly. Tim's in great shape - half the reason I wanted to team up with him, despite his shitty attitude - six one and ripped with strong arms and legs, wide shoulders, powerful pecs and a six pack. He'd been wearing a tight T-shirt and jeans, but stripped down to just the tiny black thong he'd be wrestling in later as he sneered across the ring at his grandmothers. He had a fairly typical build for some of the men in our family, as well as the usual dark brown hair, green eyes and long nose. (I tended towards the other side of the family with a much slimmer build, blonde hair, and dark eyes; I figured we’d work well together, Tim as the power and me as the speed.)

Admittedly, I could see why he was confident compared to his opponents. Grandma Jane, from mom’s side of the family, is five six and very soft looking - flabby arms and legs, big drooping tits (uncovered after Grandma Edna had ripped her bikini top off) and a doughy stomach. Her pale skin looked even whiter under the ring lights, and she was covered in sweat from the match, her chin-length blonde hair disheveled and her small sky-blue bikini bottoms hiked up her buttcrack in the back. Grandma Edna, from dad’s side, was a little taller at 5'8" and in slightly better shape, although she still looked quite soft compared to her grandson; you couldn't look at her without your eyes going to her absolutely massive tits, each one bigger than my head. I knew for a fact they got in the way of her fighting, and even though they were still nestled in her deep-cut orange bikini top, I'd already seen her having trouble pulling some moves off in her match with Grandma Jane.

"You think you're so strong, Timothy?" Edna raised her hands offering him a test of strength. With a dismissive scoff my partner stepped forward and accepted, grunting as he started pushing against his grandmother. He began forcing Edna down almost immediately, but he missed Grandma Jane going around behind him. She tried to get him in a full nelson, but was too slow; Tim realized what she was doing and bent over, throwing his grandmother over his back. 

Jane crashed into Edna and both of them went down in a heap. Tim dragged Jane up to her feet by the hair, then whipped her into the ropes; she turned and hit back-first instinctively, coming back at Tim, and he took a half step to the side and hit her with a monster clothesline. His grandmother did a full 360 before slamming heavily into the mat on her back with a moan. 

Tim left her there and turned to Edna, who was just starting to get up; as he came in on her she aimed a slap at his face, but he easily knocked it aside, bending her over with a gut punch. He whipped her into the ropes as well, but Edna had seen what happened to Jane, and managed to preempt my cousin with a dropkick. Edna used to have a beautiful dropkick - the first time I’d ever seen the move live was her knocking Aunt Samantha into next week with one - but that was years ago, and she could no longer get enough height. Instead of kicking Tim in the face, she got him in the chest, and he just kind of stumbled back a step as my grandmother flopped to the mat.

"What the fuck was that?" Tim snorted as he advanced on her. "This is why you old bags shouldn't be in the ring! Get up, I'm going to finish you right now!" He leaned down to pull Edna up and she spit in his face; whatever he was going to do went out the window as he went apeshit on her, holding her head in place with his left hand buried in her hair, his right hand delivering vicious face punches. 

After two hits I could see my grandmother’s eyes rolling back in her head; a third set her bleeding from the mouth, and I was just about to get out of my seat and get in the ring to stop Tim when Grandma Jane tackled him from behind. She hit him low, her shoulder impacting the rear of his right knee and buckling his leg; as she kept going he fell awkwardly over her back. Jane then tripped over Edna and all three fighters were down for a second.

Tim got up first, angrily rubbing his knee; Grandma Jane was up next, panting hard and glaring at her grandson. Edna stayed down, one arm draped over her face. Tim and Jane squared off, the older fighter attacking first as she came in aiming a punch at Tim's midsection. He braced his abs and her fist basically slid off.

"Yeah, how's that?" he barked. "Go ahead, give me another!"

"Fine," Jane snarled and kicked her grandson in the balls. Tim bent over with a scream, covering himself, temporarily defenseless as Jane went around behind him. Tim's hands were only protecting his crotch in front, and his grandmother reached between his legs and started squeezing his nuts. "How's this feel, Timothy?" she hissed as her grandson sank to his knees, screaming. 

She released the hold, roughly cuffing Tim in the back of the head, then braced her foot on his back and pushed him down to the mat on his chest. She sat down on his lower back, draping his arms back over her knees, then locked her hands under his chin and pulled, applying a textbook camel clutch.

Grandma Jane had great form, but I don't know if this is the move I would have picked; Tim thrashed under her for a minute as she wrenched his back, but after he took a few breaths and calmed down to think, he managed to unseat her by bracing his legs and pushing off the mat. Jane went off him with a grunt as he stood up, glaring at her. By now Grandma Edna had recovered, and all three fighters stood, the two older women eyeing Tim warily. 

My cousin’s eyes were fixed on Grandma Jane, and he charged her with a scream; even seeing him coming, she was too slow to get out of the way, and he took her down to the mat hard, laying on top of her. She managed to scissor him around the waist, which he ignored as he reached back for a punch. 

Edna scrambled after him, but she was too slow as well, and Tim landed a vicious face punch to his blonde grandmother, who was laid flat with a groan from the impact, her legs falling off her tormentor’s body. Tim pulled his arm back for another punch, but Edna managed to intervene before this one landed, grabbing his hair and pulling his head back. Tim flailed back blindly at her, and when this didn't work tried to turn to face his grandmother. He managed to turn away from Jane, but ended up still on all fours with Edna straddling his midsection, a strong grip on his hair. 

Tim started crawling forwards towards the ropes, and his grandmother whooped as she reached back and started spanking him. Tim gritted his teeth and kept going until he reached the ropes, grabbing them and pulling himself up as Edna had to get off him.

Tim was facing outside of the ring, and as he turned to face his grandmother he took a tremendous slap; I could hear the ringing skin on skin impact from as far back as my seat as Tim's head went flying around. He sagged back against the ropes, and Edna measured him up, then drove her elbow into his stomach; unbraced, it sank in deep, and I could see his eyes bugging out as the hard tip hit his solar plexus. 

Tim bent over a bit - as much as he could with his arms over the top rope  - and Grandma Edna squared up in front of him. She started giving him her famous chest chops; I'd seen a lot of family members fall to these over the years, and she still knew how to deliver them very effectively. 

Tim screamed with each hit, his big pecs turning red as his grandmother kept delivering the knife-edge chops. I could see him try to come off the ropes a few times, but each time he'd be blasted back by another chop.

While Edna was busy punishing her grandson, Grandma Jane slowly rolled over and sat up, moaning and holding her face. She looked over and saw what was happening and left the ring, walking around on the thick blue mats outside until she was behind her grandson. She made eye contact with her partner, who gave her a quick nod; with that Jane reached below the bottom ropes, grabbing Tim's ankles and pulling. 

He tipped forward as Eda smoothly stepped aside, the young man crashing to the mat on his chest. Edna ignored him, squatting down to help pull Jane back in the ring. Tim had time to get up, but he looked pretty winded as he faced off with his grandmothers. 

They both advanced on him, and he backed up; they started working him into a corner. Tim looked behind him quickly, realizing he was being trapped; he charged desperately at Grandma Edna, and although she braced her feet and tried to catch him he barreled her over, trampling over her as he ran to freedom.

Grandma Jane followed him, slowly; she was in no hurry, as she just had to wait for her partner to recover and get up and they'd outnumber their opponent again. Tim seemed angry and embarrassed and closed with her quickly, aiming a fast left jab at her jaw. She took the hit as best she could, and Tim grabbed a handful of her blonde hair with his left hand, burying his right fist in her soft stomach. She tried to back up, but he used his grip on her hair to pull her forward, into another gut punch. 

Grandma Jane gasped, covering her midsection, and Tim wound up for a knockout punch with a sneer. I could barely stand to watch, peering horrified through my fingers as Tim landed an overhand right straight into our grandmother's face; she fell straight back, crashing heavily onto the mat on her back. Grandma Edna had just started getting up to her knees, and she looked on in open-mouthed shock before turning her gaze up to her grandson.

"You spineless little prick," she growled as she stood up, putting her fists up in front of her face. "Why don't you try fighting someone your own size?"

"Who's that, grandma?" Tim rolled his eyes. "Are you going to get some muscles and lose fifty pounds out of your tits to be my size? Come on, let's get this over with." He came at her with a sneer, opening with the same punch he'd just hurt Grandma Jane with. 

Edna ducked under this, coming up with a quick uppercut; it wasn't quite quick enough as Tim faded back and her hand wooshed past his face. Her grandson came back in quickly, wrapping his arms around her body and lifting her off the mat in a bearhug. Before he could do much damage she grabbed his head and savagely pressed her thumbs into his eyes. 

Tim dropped his grandmother, turning away from her and screaming as he covered his face. With an angry snarl she went around to his side, bending him over, one hand gripping his hair, the other braced on his back as she started slamming kneelifts into his stomach. He clearly wasn't ready for the first one, and although he tried to flex his abs, it looked too late as his grandmother forced the air out of his lungs with repeated strikes. 

After the sixth she let him go, and he fell to the mat on his chest, gasping. Edna ignored him, going over to help her partner; Jane had managed to get to one knee, but looked out of it with her eyes glazed over. Edna helped her up, making sure she was able to keep going, giving her a hug before both women turned back to their opponent.

Tim had just sat up, looking a bit stunned himself; his grandmothers stalked him. Edna made the first move, running in and nailing him with a side kick to the back of his head as it looked like he was going to get up. The blow knocked him over on his chest again, and the women pounced; Edna sat down on his butt facing his feet while Jane sat down facing his front, her back pressed against her partner's. 

The grandmothers applied a combination camel clutch/boston crab, and this time with his legs trapped, Tim couldn't escape. They bent him until he looked like a U, Jane pulling up on his chin while Edna yanked his legs back as far as possible. With both his arms and legs controlled, all Tim could do was endure. I could only imagine how much this must hurt. 

I felt like he deserved this and more, and watched satisfied as his grandmothers destroyed him. I think he was done long before they were, and I almost started feeling bad for him before reminding myself he’d brought this on himself.

Tim’s torment ended only when his grandmothers got tired of this hold; they switched, releasing  Tim and climbing off him slowly, ready to pounce if he tried to escape, but the extent of his resistance was a tired moan and rubbing his back. It looked like Tim was finished, Edna pulling him up on all fours as Jane pulled down her bottoms; she balled them up, then leaned down and rubbed them in her grandson's face.

"How do you like that 'stinky old lady pussy' now, Timothy?" She tossed the bottoms to Edna, who pulled Tim's hands behind his back and expertly tied his wrists together with his own outfit. Jane laid down on her back in front of her grandson, opening her legs wide with a smile as Edna scooted forward, pushing Tim's head into his grandmother's naked crotch. "You'd better start licking - oh!" she gasped. Tim had apparently had enough and was getting started before she could even finish her threat, she leaned back with a happy sigh as her grandson ate her out.

"I think he likes this just fine," Edna giggled as she reached between his legs, squeezing his hard cock through his thong. She yanked his thong down and started giving him a slow handjob, her other hand spanking his bare ass. She kept him dancing on the edge, and I could see his leg shaking as she denied his climax. Jane, on the other hand, had a very long, loud orgasm, reaching down to push on the back of Tim's head as she rode her peak.

When she came down with a happy sigh, Edna flipped Tim over on his back, then rolled him up; she pointed the tip of his cock down at his face and expertly finished him with a few quick strokes, painting his nose, cheeks and mouth with his own cum as he helplessly shot his load. 

Giggling at the sight, she let him down until he lay flat, panting, too tired to even wipe the cum off his face. If he thought he was done, it looked like he was mistaken as Edna stripped off her swimsuit, pausing to blow some kisses to her family. She put her foot on her grandson’s face, grinding her heel against his cummy cheeks. 

“Why don’t you start by kissing nana’s toes?” Edna commanded, holding her foot in front of Tim’s face. He started greedily sucking on them, his grandmothers seeming to have broken his will; he was eager to please the two old women he’d been shit-talking before, not even bothered by the globs of cum Edna had picked up on her feet when she was rubbing them on her cheeks. Her point proven, she moved her foot away and purred “Why don’t you say, ‘I love licking stinky old lady pussy’?” 

“I love licking stinky old lady pussy,” Tim mumbled.

“What was that?” Edna cupped her ear like Hulk Hogan.

“I love licking stinky old lady pussy!” Tim screamed. 

“Well, I think we’ll give you another mouthful then. After all,” she bent over to pat his cheek condescendingly, “we need to take good care of our grandson.” With that she sat on his face, her back to his feet, bracing her hands on the top of his head. She started riding his face aggressively, roughly pressing her pussy against his nose and mouth; this looked uncomfortable, but Tim started quickly getting hard again. Grandma Jane went to his legs, picking up his ankles and spreading them in a large V, giving her grandson a footjob. 

Tim lay there as they worked him over until Edna came; I wondered if it was possible to get your nose broken like this as she slammed her hips into his head, moaning deeply as she finished herself. When she came down she didn’t get off Tim’s face, although she did stop moving and flip around to face his feet, watching the show as Grandma Jane sat down on the mat between her grandson’s legs, draping them to rest on her shoulders, scooting forward and fingering his ass. 

Tim’s entire body jumped like he’d been tazed as her index finger slid up his ass, and he started squirming as his grandmother ravaged his butthole. With her other hand she applied a slow handjob, in no hurry to end Tim’s punishment; Edna cackled, reaching down and playing with his nipples as he convulsed. It took a while, but the outcome was inevitable; Tim was forced to a body-shaking climax as his soft grandmother fingered his ass and jerked him off, finishing him on his belly.

Even this didn’t seem to be enough; Edna climbed off him as Jane scooted up, squatting over his shoulders. She reached down and gently patted his head.

“Ooh, were we too rough on you?” her voice dripped with fake sympathy. “Well, why don’t you thank me for interrupting my match with Edna to teach you a lesson, and maybe grandma will be nice and pin you.”

“Thank you granny,” Tim gasped. Jane got off him, rolling him over on all fours, as Edna stood in front of him, facing away. 

“Now why don’t you thank Edna for teaching you a lesson, too? Honestly, Timothy, do I have to tell you what to do?”

“Thank you granny,” Tim managed again. He looked up at Jane, eager to please. She nodded at her partner’s ass and Tim leaned forward to kiss his grandmother’s butt. 

This was finally enough and the two women flipped Tim over on his back again and pinned their grandson. Edna got on his left side, Jane on his right, both women leaning back so just their shoulders covered him, Edna on his chest and Jane on his legs; they turned to face each other, chatting about the weather for a moment before idly noting that must have been three at least. They got up, each woman taking one ankle and dragging Tim to the edge of the ring, where they pushed him out to land in a heap on the blue mats outside, then hugged before leaving the ring themselves. 

To my astonishment, the two cousins I was supposed to wrestle in the next match started heading towards the ring; Colleen, the older wrestler, saw me trying to slink unnoticed to the back. She ran over to grab the house mic and started yelling into it.

“Ahhhhh, no you don’t! Nate, get down here! Yes, you! Nathaniel, co-oome oo-on dooo-ooown!” With a sigh I started heading to the ring; this was going to be a mess. I stepped over the comatose, sweat-covered, cum-spattered softly breathing form of my partner and slid into the ring to face off with my two cousins.

Sierra Jean Smith, Get Your Butt Down Here Now! (2/2)

After my shower, I wandered downstairs; with the glow of beating up my mom and riding her face to an orgasm fading, it left behind a profound awkwardness at what I’d done. By the time I was dried off, had combed my hair and gotten dressed in a tank top and pajama shorts, Mom had gotten cleaned up, and I heard her making lunch in the kitchen.

“Hi, mom,” I started as I came in. She turned around to glance at me, a blank expression on her face. I guess she’d given up going to work today; she was in a T-shirt and light yoga pants. “Uh, so… do you want to talk about what happened?”

“After lunch,” Mom barked, slamming down a plate with a PB&J in front of me. She stared at me until I sat down, then took a seat herself across from me, starting in on her own sandwich. We ate in awkward silence for a minute before she mercifully picked up the newspaper and started reading it, leaving me not sure where to look as I choked my lunch down as quickly as possible. After we’d both finished she put the newspaper down and stared at me over the table.

“Well, you beat me. I guess you really aren’t a little girl any more.”

“Thanks.”

“And that means I don’t have to go easy on you next time.”

“Excuse me?” I laughed in disbelief. “Are you trying to say you went easy on me?”

“Of course I did. You’re my little girl. Were my little girl,” she corrected herself. “Now I’m going to go all out in the rematch.”

“Rematch?”

“Sierra,” she stood, planting her palms on the table, staring down at me. “You didn’t think I’d let it end like that, did you? It’s time for round two.”

“Right now?” My mind was racing. The punishment she’d inflicted on my nipples was feeling a lot better after the shower, and my hangover had receded; my jaw and belly were a little sore where she’d hit me, but I actually felt pretty good-

“Yes, let’s go,” and just like that she was out the door into the backyard. I got up and followed her, my heart pounding.

We faced off in the grass again; parts of it were still disturbed by the earlier fight, and the clothing we’d ripped off each other was littered around the yard. This was quickly added to as Mom began calmly stripping down, peeling off her T-shirt to reveal she hadn’t bothered with a bra, then stepping out of her yoga pants and underwear bottoms. With a mental shrug I followed suit - it was late morning/early afternoon now and heating up, and the slight breeze felt nice on my naked skin. 

Mom raised her fists in front of her face; I followed suit and we squared off, the fight starting as she lunged in at me with a low left aimed at my belly. For some reason I thought this was a feint and waited patiently for her real attack, only realizing this was it as her fist sank into my lower stomach. I gasped, frozen, and Mom smashed a followup right into my jaw, laying me out on the grass. 

“Oh, you’re not even going to fight back?” Mom taunted me, coming around to my front and laying a vicious kick into my belly, the force rolling me over on my back. She went to stomp on my stomach, but I barely managed to log roll out of the way. I came up to my feet as mom ran in with a wild kick at my head; I ducked away, leaving mom to stop and rebalance herself, giving me enough time to get up and get my guard back up.

Mom attacked again, aiming at the same target, coming in behind a long, low right; I stepped to the side and kicked her in the stomach, relishing my mother’s cry of pain as the top of my foot smashed into her belly, sending her back to land in the grass with a moan. I stood over her, hands on hips, glaring at her as she rubbed her stomach.

“This is you not taking it easy on me, huh? I’d hate to see-” 

From her back, my mother tried to kick me in the crotch; I just managed to jump back in time, barely avoiding the blow. I tripped over mom’s other leg, stumbling back a few steps but managing to stay on my feet, which unfortunately gave Mom enough time to get up.

As we squared off, Mom came in on me quick, aiming another crotch kick at me; I turned to the side and let her foot swing past me, then threw my best right into her stomach. She gasped, leaning forward and resting against me; I gave her another right in the breadbasket, knocking the wind out of her.

My mother’s legs buckled and she slowly slid down my body until she was on her knees in front of me. I knew I should have done something simple and effective like just slamming my kneecap into her mouth, but I couldn’t help myself; I grabbed her hair, pulling her head forward, rubbing her face against my crotch.

Mom braced her hands against my hips, trying to pull her head back; it was tough to keep my grip just because her hair was too short, and I took a step forwards, bending mom over backwards and closing my legs over her face. Mom ended up in a reverse headscissors, still on her knees, her back bent backwards.

Of course she still had her hands free, and before I could even start really squeezing, I felt my mother pulling my buttcheeks apart; I was so surprised at this I just stood there for a second as she started pressing one index finger against my asshole.

“Mom, what the fuck!” I screamed, shooting forward away from her, releasing my mother. I turned to face her as she rolled up to her feet. “What the fuck are you doing?!”

“I’m not taking it easy on you,” she panted, waving me on with the same finger she’d just tried to spear my asshole with. “Come on, Sierra!” 

With a growl I closed in on her, throwing a left at her jaw; she ducked under it and kept coming, launching an uppercut slap at my right breast. I tried to grab her wrist, but there was no time; I screamed at the impact, pain shooting through my chest. I crossed my arms over my bare breasts, the natural reaction, but also exactly what my mother was waiting for.

Mom got her crotch shot, stepping up to me, bracing her hands on my shoulders and lifting her knee between my legs. This hurt even more, the pain dropping me to my knees; I covered my crotch, forcing my eyes open, looking up at my mother just in time to see the knockout blow she had aimed at my jaw.

My mother’s fist exploded against my chin, hitting me so hard I did a one-eighty, flopping into the grass on my chest. At least the burning pain in my jaw took my mind a little bit off the sore ache in my crotch; she’d hurt me so badly with those last two moves I was almost missing her slapping my tits.

I was pretty dazed, and Mom pounced before I could manage to do anything, laying down above me on her chest and sliding down, locking her legs around my head from behind. We were both lying on our fronts in the grass, my mother’s thighs around my head, her crotch resting against the back of my skull. She reached down and got a death grip on my wrists, pulling my arms horizontal, straight up over my head. 

Mom started squeezing my head with her legs. She was trying to crush my skull, and it felt like she might succeed; I couldn’t breathe very well or see at all with her thighs around my face, but these concerns were nothing compared to the crushing pressure of her constricting legs. Frantic to escape, I braced my feet on the ground and started pushing forward.

I managed to shove us both across the grass, which did me absolutely no good; I was panting into my mother’s inner thighs now, having a lot of trouble getting any air into my system. My next escape attempt was rolling over; I managed to roll us both onto our backs, but this ended up not doing anything for me as I still had my head and arms trapped. 

I sat up, but this didn’t break mom’s hold; she hung off me, pulling my arms straight back. I tried to think of what to do next, but nothing came to mind; between my difficulty breathing and the now skull-splitting agony of mom’s scissors, she had me beat. I collapsed on my side, blood pounding in my ears as I started passing out.

I don’t know how long this took - Mom’s legs must have been incredibly sore at this point, but she kept up a hellacious pressure, squeezing me into submission. It felt like it took a long time for her to finish me like this, but it might have just been a few minutes. The last thing I remember before going all the way under was my bladder releasing as I peed in the grass; it was a small mercy that I was so far gone I barely noticed, the embarrassment smothered deep below the darkness washing over me.

The next thing I remember is laying on my back, my mother slapping my face back and forth, screaming my name.

“What!” I gasped, jolting awake. “Mom, what - ow!” I squealed as she unleashed another slap. “I’m awake, stop it!”

“Oh,” Mom paused, her hand still held up for the backhand. “You know, you watered the lawn back there.”

“Shut up,” I moaned.  I tried to push her off, but I was still weak, barely able to raise my arms. 

“Sierra, what do you think you’re doing?” My mother stared down at me as I failed to shift her off me. My strength was coming back quickly, but I still couldn’t quite move her. “Sierra! Stop that right now. You’ve lost-”

I managed to unseat her, tossing her off me to the right; she went tumbling awkwardly, surprised I’d been able to move her, but she recovered quickly and rolled to her feet. I got up as well, but her knocking me out had really messed me up; the horizon swung crazily as I staggered up, and I almost fell right back down.

“Sierra,” Mom started. “I really think you should just lay down and let me sit on your face now. Mommy doesn’t want to have to hurt you any more, but she will,” she hissed, her voice low and threatening as she closed up with me.

“I’m not going to go easy on you,” I meant to bark back threateningly. It came out as a weak, rasping moan, and Mom stopped to roll her eyes before coming in on me, easily smacking my clumsy, clubbing blow aside and smashing her fist into my stomach.

I gasped, grabbing her shoulders to stay vertical. Mom went around behind me, reaching around my body and cupping my tits. I was too tired to fight back and leaned back against her, moaning as she gently kneaded my breasts, then started teasing my nipples with her fingertips. 

“I thought you weren’t going to go easy on me?” my opponent scolded. “What do you call this? You’re not even trying.”

“Just catching my breath,” I panted as she started treating me a little rougher, giving my nipples a hard tweak. 

My already muddled mind was flooding with pleasure, and I knew I had to make my move now, shooting my elbow backwards. I almost nailed Mom, but her body was so close to mine I couldn’t get at her stomach, and my elbow kind of slid off her side.

Mom switched grips lightning quick, pulling her right hand off me, her left grabbing my left wrist and applying a strong hammerlock. I yelled at the pain as she wrenched my wrist so far up my back I thought she might dislocate my shoulder. Looking back I guess this was payback for using this move on her when I’d beaten her in our first fight; at the time I failed to appreciate the irony, my animal instincts only recognizing the danger of her being able to hold me immobile. 

I started struggling frantically, aiming up another elbow strike; this one completely whiffed, but it at least prompted my mother to change position as she hooked her left leg over my head and pressed down; she now had me held there completely helpless. She waited a beat to see if I was going to try and get out, but I didn’t know how to even start. Satisfied she had me exactly where she wanted, with her free hand she reached around my body and started rubbing my pussy.

“Sierra, you’re dripping wet,” my mother informed me coldly.

“No I’m not,” I lied stupidly (like she couldn’t tell). 

“I can’t believe you’re making me do this,” Mom hissed. “You couldn’t have just stayed down after I knocked you out? Why does it always have to be difficult with you, Sierra?” I didn’t know what to say to this; normally we’d get into an argument when she started scolding me like this and I’d be yelling back at her, but normally she didn’t have me bent over in the backyard fingering me and for once I didn’t have anything to say, just moaning helplessly as she worked her will on me.

It dawned on me that I had my right hand free; I grabbed my mother’s right wrist, but I was so weak I couldn’t pull her fingers out of my pussy. I’d never felt more pathetic and embarrassed as I failed to stop my mother from pleasuring me with her hand. I took a deep breath, biting down a sob of helpless humiliation, then tried again with a grunt of effort. 

I still couldn’t get her hand away, but I managed to at least disrupt her fingering. I didn’t have time to celebrate even this tiny victory as mom simply switched grips and started teasing my clit with her index finger and thumb. 

That was it; my last attempt had failed, and I didn’t have anything left. I surrendered, just standing there, bent over, my left arm hiked up my back, my mother’s leg resting on my head, holding on to her wrist as she had her way with me. 

My climax built slowly, all the more powerful when it came over me; a deep howl of pleasure started building inside of me, bursting forth when my mother pushed me over the edge, my entire body shaking, a strong tingle started buzzing in my brain until there was nothing else, and I vaguely heard myself screaming as I rode my peak.

By the time I collapsed on my face in the gass, I was completely finished. My mother rolled me over on my back, standing over me and looking down at me, her head tilted as she took me in. I was a mess, dirt and grass stuck to my skin with sweat, my face and chest flushed, panting raggedy, trying to cover my eyes from the strong sun beating down on us.

“Well, Sierra? Are you ready to give up now?”

“Yes!” I yelled desperately. “You won, okay?”

“All right, get over my knee.”

“What?” I gasped tiredly. “Please-”

“Sierra.” Her voice brooked no argument. “Get over my knee - now.”

With a tired moan I sat up, my mother watching pitilessly as I stood up. She extended her knee and I took my position over it, knowing what was coming next, sticking my butt up in the air and bracing myself as best I could as she started spanking me.

I held on for a little bit, forcing down yelps as she set about working me over, but the defeat and humiliating climax she’d inflicted on me had drained all my toughness; soon I was squealing and sobbing like a little girl again, fruitlessly begging her to stop as she punished me, mechanically spanking my ass beet red. 

By the time she flipped me off her knee I was ready to do anything she commanded, but all she wanted me to do was lay there; she straddled my head, facing my feet, slowly lowering herself down, the sun blocked out as she pressed her pussy against my mouth.

She started riding my face heavily, her scent filling my nostrils as she pressed her hips down, rocking back and forth. I was too beat to even raise my arms, laying beaten under her as she had her way with me. 

My victorious mother reached down to steady herself, grabbing my breasts and holding on; at first this felt kind of nice, but as she got closer, she started squeezing; her hips began to move faster, pushing down harder as I writhed under her in the grass.

Finally, it was over; she finished, cumming hard on my face, her grip relaxing; for a moment she stayed on top of me, panting in her afterglow, before rolling off me to the side. We lay side by side in the grass for a moment, both of us panting; Mom recovered first, of course, sitting up with a happy sigh.

Mom stood up and helped me to my feet; she had to help me into the shower, got me cleaned up, and then put me to bed, bringing me dinner in one of the bouts between my naps. The next day I got up early enough to have breakfast with mom; we didn’t say anything about the fight, but that was the last time I mouthed off for quite a while