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MOM'S FINISHER

I faced mom across the ring as the referee waved his hands to signal for us
to go. Mom wasn't one to rush in but I knew I had to get her down fast if I
wanted to win. She wore a black one piece swimsuit and ankle boots. Her
body was still tanned from our family trip to Florida just last week and the
front of her swimsuit showed a deep valley of her ample clevage. Mom was
never shy about her 42DD's, even around the Magic Kingdom. Her dark hair
was loose and it was the first thing I grabbed when we locked up. She tried
pulling on my scruffy hair but I was able to block her suplex as she tried
to wedgie me up using my tiny gold speedos. I pushed her back into the
corner and shot a knee that was a little lower than my target and nearly
connected with her crotch. It still looked like it hurt so I started in
with the chops. However she flinched on one and my aim went off and I ended
up laying in a stiff chop to her big left tit.

The crowd was cheering but I knew I had fouled mom. Still the referee made
no protest so I didn't slow down. I paid the price however as I pulled mom
out of the corner for the suplex her hand went to my pecker and as I lifted
up she gave me a squeeze with her nails. I yelped and collapsed like a pile
of books, effectively pinning her on top of me. Mom made like she was
hooking my leg but her nails were still digging through my gold speedos.
The referee counted the pin and gave her the first fall. I had to the count
of ten to stand up but I didn't hold my groin since I knew it would amuse
mom to watch me suffer.

When we locked up again I was more tentative this time and didn't go for
anything too powerful. Mom was about an inch taller than me but I had
nearly twenty pounds on her, even though I was skinny I had tone from
running track at school. I was lucky enough to slide out of mom's powerslam
and perform a move of my own. I got her in a snap, side back-breaker.
However I had used a handful of her breast for leverage, innocently of
course, but to make matters worse, for my follow up move I ran to the ropes
and did a running dropkick which unfortunately had most of my boots
connecting with her big tits.

Boy did I feel rotten as she rolled onto her side and out of the ring but I
played it up to the crowd since I did not hear anyone boo'ing nor an
admonission from the ref.

When mom got back into the ring we jostled around and mom, after hitting me
with a stunning drop kick, got me locked into a tight figure-four head
scissors. I was floundering on my belly, trying to reach for the ropes with
the ref in my face asking if I submit. Mom made it seem like she was adding
a leg torque but what she was really doing was tracing her fingers along my
nut sack, letting me know her intentions and, when I didn't submit, squeezed
my balls until I began crying out my surrender.

I guess I have no real ending other than no woman, no matter her love or
relation, would not hesitate to get one back for herself. Even if it meant
no grandchildren.