PART 2: We wrestle...the kids are still here....
Our breasts collide and our toes bump while both breathing in each others faces. I am athletic and strong and I'm quite sure I can recreate the moves I saw my son do, on Samantha... I hear her make her stupid little threat and don't even reply to her. But then she addresses the kids directly.
"Ok boy boys good news, we're going to do 1 round.. submission only... now go on the couch.. and BE RESPECTFUL!" She demands, looking back at me
"You are going down Sam" Barely audible to the children I whisper... as I get to my knees... assuming thats where we are starting.
"I thought you were smarter than this Charly" Samantha remains standing and starts to take out her earrings and remove all other jewellery that could cause any unwarranted scratches or damage. Once she finishes she sticks out her hand "Jewellery off, hand it over!" commanding me sternly more than anything else.
Oh shit...I think to myself....I almost wrestled with my earrings and bracelets and everything on. After removing my jewellery and putting my hair up, I realise I am just wearing a thong and bra under my sundress, also realising that this is going to likely be an unintentional leg show... whatever.. I can't worry about that now... starting to almost immediately regret this decision as this period right before the match is really giving me anxiety... "Yeah thanks, but no thanks.. I'll put my jewellery down right here." I say putting it in my shoe.
I very much feel our competitive nature set in and it's about to become a battlefield on the mat. For one reason or other we both feel the need to vent certain frustrations on each other as I hear Samantha taunt "Boys, pay attention! I'm about to show Charly here how it's done". I'm fuming as she once again talks trash directly through the boys. God I hate when she does that.. I don't even reply.. my palms and soles start to sweat... "Lets go Sam... bring it!" I bark.
"Oh I will!" Samantha says as she gets down onto her knees to meet me. Suddenly hesitation comes to my mind. Shit?!...what did I get myself into...and before our children...I can only hope I don't make a fool of myself in front of this woman. On the other hand I feel drawn to her. Every fibre in my body yearns for physical contact. A burning sensation in my gut is shouting at me that I want to feel her body press against mine, that I want to maul her tits, pull her hair and feel my crotch grind against hers. She's wearing a dress, be it not as sexy as mine and I already know our legs will soon entwine. We remain on our knees for what feels like an eternity but neither of us seem to be willing to make the first move. Not sure how to begin I reach out my hands and offer you a test of strength. "I'll let you know Sam, I'm not going to hold back on you"
We sit in an awkward moment my hands in the air. Samantha doesn't react, it feels complicated and the with the boys watching us I feel the pressure. I can read on her face that she doesn't like the idea of a test of strength, but her hands come up nevertheless. However, out of nowhere she shoots her left hand over my shoulder and tries to pull my head down in a head lock.. attempting to pull me head into my breasts and crank it down. Bending over, her head along side of mine she whispers a question "Is this you not holding back?"
A trap. It was a fucking trap. She just went straight for my neck and I feel how my head is forced into her soft breasts. The force of her arm around my neck and the humiliation of my face against her tits makes me angry and horny at the same time. The pressure on my neck increases and I hear the boys already start to get excited "Yes mom, you got her!!!" "Mom, you can do it!!!" is mixed with the soft taunt of her rhetoric question. I wrap my arms around her waist and lunge backwards rolling her over me and forcing her to release her grasp. Immediately I crawl after her, pushing Samantha on her back, sitting on her midsection and pinning her wrists. I stare down at her and feel Samantha struggle. I want to wrap my legs around her body and grind into her, but for now I whisper back "This is definitely me holding back"
"Shhhhiiiittt.." Samantha hisses from her unfavourable position. She is face down on the mat and I can't help pressing my crotch on the small of her back upon hearing her little cry of despair. She helplessly kicks her feet a few times, but her arms are thrashing and I'm having difficulty keeping them in place.
"Cmon Mom.. just try and do a push up..." and she listens, gets her knees under me and tries to push up on all fours. I try to grab a wrist and pin it behind her back, but it's this very action that provides her with the opportunity to roll over. A beginner's mistake, no doubt about it. Realising I've lost some control of the situation I awkwardly try to repair the situation by wrapping my arms around her. She continues to roll with me and I cling to her body. I feel her breasts press firmly against mine and I try to control Samantha by wrapping my legs around one of hers. We continue to roll back and forth until we roll off the mat and into the lego castle....."OUCH, not here...back on the mats!!!" And I let her go.
Samantha got saved, big time, as she was, in my view, getting overwhelmed and controlled. We get up and from our short tussle we are both already panting. I rub the back of my shoulder where the tower of the lego castle crumbled under the momentum of our roll. Meanwhile I look at her and smirk. Her chest is heaving, her hair is a mess and her face is flustered red. I look at her and try to discern whether she's lost any of that earlier confidence. The boys are ecstatic seeing their mothers in a real life wrestle and having a better idea of how all this works. They agree that I was in control when we rolled off the mats. So accordingly, they instruct Samantha off on all fours, facing them while they tell me to get behind her. One leg inside of her legs, the other outside...one arm over her body and the other at her arm.
I grin stupidly as I watch Samantha assume the position. I see her firm curvy ass stick out at me and it reminds me of my college days when I used to fuck girls like her with my favourite strap on. I get close to her and feel the heat from her body on mine. My breast pressing into her back, the side of her exposed thigh against mine, willingly following the boys instructions.
"Ok kids....back to the couch."
I can sense Samantha's womanhood is just inches away from me, beside mine. To be honest, I didn't image wrestling being so...physically close! I can smell her and feel her and I love that I'm starting in this dominant position. Our kids run back vibrant with energy yelling that this is the coolest thing ever seen. Just before they start to count I whisper "Ready to submit this time?"
"...1...2...3.. Go!"
Samantha freezes for just a second and then shoots up to turn and face me. She takes me by surprise, flinging me back for a second. She spins around and I instinctively dive at her. She sprawls back, but manages to push my shoulders away and beneath her, wrapping my head up with her left arm. She giggles for an instant as I feel her breasts hang over my head. I can feel her lean into me, putting her weight into my back and burying my face down into the mat, just like a school girl bully would do. I don't realise at this point both of our dresses are coming up because my sole focus is getting out from under her control.
"YES!!!! WAY TO GO MOM!!!"
Samantha's mouth is right by my ear and she whispers "if your son's first girlfriend is asian... you have me and this experience to thank" Damn it, how could I lose my advantage so quickly is what comes to mind. I feel all sorts of things at the moment. Her tits pressing against the back of my head, a tightly wrapped arm around my windpipe and her crotch pressing into my back. For a second I think she's grinding her pussy against the small of my back but I don't have time to linger on that thought. I hear my son shouting to fight back and not give up...a tear comes to my eye because of the choke and I violently thrash from side to side, trying to dismount her....the moment I feel her try to reassert her grip is the moment I grab her arm with both hands and release myself from the choke.
Still under Samantha I spin around and try to grab her. Grasping at her neck she deflects my hands, but one latches onto the cleavage of my dress. Samantha pulls at it and I hear RIP. We're both momentarily shocked and not yet sure where the rip is. But instead of looking at what happened I react quicker and pull her head against my chest, trying to smother her from below.....
Samantha now fights like a wild animal and it dawns on me that this is not the playful roll around that I thought we were going to have. It's increasingly becoming a violent expression of a wrestling match. She is on all fours as I pull her down from underneath, her face buried in my cleavage. I can't tell but she's on the verge of crying, a panic takes control over and putting both hands on my stomach she push down on it putting a strain on my hold
"Sam.. you stupid woman...." I try to reason with her..."You just ripped my dress... What the fuck is wrong with you!" I bark without stopping the smother... too pissed off to even care..
Adrenaline is rushing through our veins and I am fully committed to win this and make Samantha give up. I feel her struggle and I feel her hands forcefully pressing into my belly trying to free herself. The words submit don't come to mind, just yet. I want her to feel who the superior woman is. Pushing her face into my breasts doesn't feel like I've done enough. I've reached a stage I want to humiliate her. I let Samantha go the moment she pushes again and I make use of her backward momentum to rush her and clamber on top of her, putting her into a classic schoolgirl pin with my sweaty thighs against the sides of her head and my crotch on her neck against her chin. Samantha struggles and I seethe at her "You wanted this Sam!".
Viciously mounting Samantha and looking down, I can see a tear form in her eyes. I press my thong harder against her chin, making sure my sweaty pussy literally invades her space. Desperate to humiliate her for ripping the top of my dress, my bra clad tits, hanging out. I press my humid legs against either side of ger face encompassing her, trying to put in a smother. The kids start counting a pin...
However, Samantha manages to heave her legs up from behind my, catch my heels on my shoulders and cross her ankles. Her feet are at my face, pulling back, trying to rip my backwards, off her body. I resist, and grab at the hemline at her bosom. Gripping it with all my might while Samantha forces me off her causes a mighty RIIIIPPPPPP and her dress is shredded right down the centre as I fall backwards. I can't look up because in my direct line of sight are her gorgeous painted brushing up against my lips.
It takes a few seconds to realise we're tits out in our bra's, our dresses ruined. So while Samantha holds my down on my back.. keeping me between her legs... "Boys... its time to go upstairs," she says... "We need to fix our dresses and sort this out. You two are going to upstairs!"
The kids fall silent as do I. I stop and look at her. Hearing her address the kids, punishing them for our own misconduct, we know we've crossed a line here and we need to settle this. Panting I address our sons "Ok kids. I think we've had enough wrestling for today. Your moms are going to discuss what happened here. You two get to pick a movie on the big screen in the bedroom. Get some crisps and something to drink because we don't want to be disturbed." The kids are in a state between trying to be solemn and euphoric. They just witnessed a wrestling match turn into a catfight and they're getting rewarded with a movie. Our sons leave the basement and Samantha closes the door behind them, and locks it. She turns around and approaches me, rags and all hanging, showing her chest and her yellow lace bra. "Now to sort our differences"
"Good... I need some resolution... I want to finish our match..." I say, knowing at this point that her will be ok with this. I drop my dress, reveal a matching black bra and panties and then, I start bickering with her...
"You were trying to humiliate me in front of our kids... I am going to make you pay for that. " I say.. sternly... half nude... body covered in a light sheen of sweat... " I lick my lips. I want to intimate her physically and sexually at this point, feeling like I don't need to hold back. Now that our little audience is gone, I move to towards the mat, watching Sam carefully...
