What follows is a mixed, pro-style family themed story with moderate incest
only in the fact that his mother is topless but in no way does he interact
with that aspect, just some idol worshipping.  So please feel free to
contribute or even flame me.  groups.yahoo.com/group/jazzamaniacs

Keep it Jazzy because nobody else will.
Stone




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TITLE DEFENSE
There was something deeply wrong with this picture. I was starin' at my mom
as I crawled across the ring, she was leaning over the top ropes, reaching
her hand out for me, crying out "Tag me!" but she was completely topless and
her huge 42E tits hung over the ropes and I couldn't help but notice her
nipples were incredibly stiff.
There really is no back story as to how I got here, in fact it has been so
long I can't really remember, all I can recall is that within the past year
what started out as an after school activity of a way me and mom could bond
became a semi-professional obsession.
This past fall, as school had begun again for my final year of high school,
mom and I had began to get a reputation about being such a phenomenal tag
team.  Some called us the Beaver twins, because I resembled an older--though
not nearly as overweight--Beaver from the classic tv show, but mainly
because both mom & I were nearly matched at our ability to chomp on some
clam.  This was to be our first season as defending champions, having won
last year's tournament by some underhanded tactics.
Our first two opponents just happened to had been disqualified from last
year's tournament which proved fortunate for us since they were highly
favored to win.  They were Joe and Becky Heinsmen, a married couple in their
early 20's who worked in the D.C. metro area.  Both actually lived in
Virginia and were typical government employees, stiff as a board and rabid
off the clock.
Joe is 22 about 5'10" roughly 177 lbs, lotta muscle and your typical
Republican haircut.
Becky is 21, 5'7" with ear length curly blonde hair (though I doubt it's
natural).  They are both in great shape but they're gym rats still their tag
work is quite accomplished so I wasn't going to underestimate them.  Mom and
Joe started off first, the Heinsmen were wearing royal blue swimsuits, Joe
with a simple pair of European style briefs and Becky with a shiny
conservative two piece that still caused me to stare at her full 38D tits.
I wore a skin tight pair of lycra biking shorts and mom wore her leopard two
piece, her massive breasts already straining to come out as soon as they
locked up.  Joe grabbed mom in a headlock and used a handful of hair to pull
her around the ring.  Surprisingly rather than use the advantage he went
over and tagged his wife in.  League rules stipulated both members were only
allowed in the ring for ten seconds during a tag, rules were kept very
strict in the league.  I was shocked again when Joe let up for a clean
break, giving Becky and mom a fair start.
Becky and my mom have a long history together and I am not privvy to all the
details only some rumor that Becky can no longer conceive children because
of a NHB (No holds barred) fight she had with mom.  Mom is 6'0" with big
massive E cup breasts, long curly red hair and very pale skin but a
beautiful face that I sometimes confuse for make-up models.
Mom raised her hand like she wanted to start off with a test of strength.  I
had to bite my tongue to not laugh when Becky raised her hand to accept the
offer as soon as their hands locked mom kneed Becky right square in the
breadbasket.  Becky dropped but mom had a grip on her and pulled Becky in
close but shot her down with a lariat.  Becky hit the mat hard and our
audience applauded with some mixed jeers.  I clapped as well and saw that
Becky would not die down so easily.  When mom reached down to pick her up,
Becky went straight for mom's tits, squeezing them hard and raking her nails
on them.
This was where the ref came in to break it up, like I said the rules are
very strict and in accordance to Becky's foul, I was allowed to come in and
take mom's place--as though we had tagged (once the ref waved me in)--if mom
said it was okay since she was technically the legal man in the ring.  Of
course mom's top came off in Becky's hands and she threw it over at Joe
before the ref could stop her.  Mom didn't care about showing her goods, it
certainly wasn't the first time and I came in to take her place.  I was
going to get payback for mom so I got right on Becky as soon as she got up.
I was a much faster fighter than my mom though still not able to pull off
her power moves I could wrestle rings around Becky.
She tried to lock up with me but I snuck in a knee to her gut and T-bone
plexed her onto the mat.  I got a quick round of applause but I didn't
hesitate to accept the praise.  I got on Becky again while she was dazed,
going for a quick pin which she kicked out of than applied a sleeperhold to
her once she sat up.  This was a big mistake and I still don't know what I
was thinking because she was able to stand up, with me still on her, and run
backwards into her corner.
Joe tagged in while Becky held me against the corner. Joe was not as
merciful on me as he was mom.  He easily picked me up and slammed me hard on
the mat; it felt like my spine had just hit a car.  Joe picked me up and
tossed me against his corner again and laid into me with a series of knife
edge chops.  I couldn't hear the crowd going "whoo" because all I could hear
was the smacking of his hand on my chest...but I knew they were there.
Joe tagged in his wife and she kept me in the corner by repeatedly ramming
her shoulder into my midsection.  She finished this off with a standing
roundhouse kick to my head which all but knocked me out.  I heard the ref
counting to seven before I realized I was inadvertently crawling towards my
mom.  She was leaning over the ropes with her hand out, yelling "tag me!"
but for some reason the picture of my mom's huge breasts hanging over the
top ropes filled me with a sense of urgency.  That this was wrong, this
couldn't be real but yet I could smell the sweat soaked into the mat, hear
the roar of the crowd and feel the shadow of the woman behind me.
I got up at nine and a half, slowly standing up even though I was fully
aware of my surroundings I gave the sense that I was finished.  So when
Becky walked up behind me and spun me around she didn't see that I had my
fist cocked and ready.  I buried it in her abdomen and, before anyone could
call foul or even question my motives, I hooked her up in a fisherman
suplex--the Beaver plex!--and flipped that skinny bitch onto the mat.  I was
already out of the ring before she even knew what hit her and I had won our
first title defense practically by myself.  Mom couldn't have been prouder
and I couldn't wait so I got back in the ring spun around Becky as Joe
helped her up and said "You can't see me!"
Than ran away again while she stood there looking somewhat pissed but mostly
confused.