Author: [Supreme] Muscle-Moms Gone Wild

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Muscle-Moms Gone Wild! part one

by supreme

Some wealthy mothers ###push the envelope### to show support for their sons.





The Stratford Academy Field House was jammed with excited (and high paying) spectators, eager to see what was about to begin. The noise level was already high, and there was a level of tension, of expectation, that the headmaster had never felt before. He was nervous himself, so nervous he was smoking a cigarette, which he hadn###t done in 20 years. ###I should never have allowed this###they###ve gone too far this time###something bad is going to happen tonight!###


It had started six years ago. The mothers of the all-male school###s wrestling team had formed a Mothers### Booster Club to show support for their sons and raise money for the team, which, like most athletic programs at a private school, even an exclusive and expensive one like Stratford, was always strapped for cash. The women, all wealthy or at least affluent, had brought in several hundred dollars with bake sales, raffles, and other traditional means. But these were not traditional women, at least not in attitudes. Some were full-time professionals like Paige Huntington, a highly successful corporate attorney. Others were stay-at-home moms, a few were trophy wives of rich husbands, the city###s movers and shakers. But all were determined to raise more than just the small amounts generated so far, and they were looking for a truly different way to show their enthusiasm for their boys### grappling efforts.


Almost all of the 25 women were fitness fanatics, spending hours each day at the health spa, working out in aerobics, lifting weights, and swimming. Several, like Paige Huntington, had become interested in bodybuilding after divorces, and were training to become bodybuilders themselves, though none had ever competed in a contest. Almost all of the boys on the wrestling team were also bodybuilders, so popular had this activity become among young males. ###So what if,### thought Paige, ###their mothers became bodybuilders too, all of them, to keep fit for themselves, and show support for their sons in a new, and (she admitted quietly to herself) very non- maternal way?### Paige suggested the idea to the club and, though a few women were doubtful, the majority agreed to give it a try. The boys themselves weren###t enthusiastic, ###Moms with muscle?### they frowned. But the women were undeterred, long used to dealing with the innate sexism of men, including their male offspring.


Within a few months many of the booster club ladies had achieved impressive results, shaping and toning their bodies and putting on significant amounts of muscle. They discovered that bodybuilding held a big surprise for them, an unexpected erotic appeal for these no longer so very young but still attractive women, with the prevalence of healthy, sexy bodies, rippling with musculature in their clubs, and the secret physical

thrill they received from certain weightlifting exercises. Paige and the other moms also put on considerable weight as they beefed up towards competitive standards. After a year the pretty, buxom, 38 year old brunette had gone from 136 to 175 pounds, and now packed an astonishing amount of curvaceous, feminine muscle on her 5###7### frame. She and about half of the booster club members had started competing at bodybuilding contests, and each women had been seduced by the intense sexual thrill of walking on-stage in a tiny bikini, her muscular body oiled to a high gleam under the bright arena lights, and flexing her powerful muscles before an enthusiastic and clearly aroused audience of many hundreds of muscle voyeurs of both sexes. They were now totally obsessed with bodybuilding - physically, psychologically and (perhaps most of all!) sensually - and their obsession was contagious. Eventually, all the team mothers had succumbed to the lures of this edgy sport and became dedicated, zealous bodybuilders, spending hundreds of hours a month pumping heavy iron and transforming their physiques into those of powerful musclewomen.


It was soon after this time that the Stratford wrestling team ran out of money. The bad economy had reduced enrollment and fund-raising at the pricey school, and the athletic budget was cut to the bone. If the team wanted to compete at all this year, it would have to pay for its own travel and lodging expenses. The money required would be in the thousands, not hundreds, of dollars. What could the team mothers do to raise such a large sum? Paige Huntington had another suggestion. One both daring - actually outrageous - but also promising. She had noticed how expensive the ticket prices were at bodybuilding competitions, sometimes ranging up to $100 a seat. Yet the auditoriums were always full. ###We###ve all been wanting to show support for our boys through bodybuilding###we###ll, this is the opportunity we###ve been waiting for!

Let###s put on a bodybuilding posing exhibition, featuring our sons###and US! A mixed couples, mother and son pose-down! I bet people would pay good money to see it!###


The other women were shocked into silence. The idea was bold, even brilliant. It might work. But it was also dangerous and###almost###obscene. It clearly had erotic, deeply sexual, even incestuous overtones###the idea of these middle-aged mothers, their oiled, muscular bodies clad only in skimpy, suggestive bikinis, side by side with their sons, who would also be oiled-up, sporting tiny posers, both flexing their muscles in a very sensual display of strength and power### As the room considered Paige###s audacious proposal, no one said a word. Several women grew glassy eyed, a few broke into a sweat, and one or two slowly licked their lips as they imagined themselves, bare shoulder to bare shoulder, with their handsome, muscular young boys, mother and son clad only in teeny bikinis, flexing, posing, pumping### The proposal passed unanimously.


The first Muscle-Mom and Muscle-Son Bodybuilding Exhibition and Posedown, as it was called, did not occur without opposition. The team itself was aghast at the idea.

The teenage boy wrestlers could not imagine a worst place to be than standing in front of a crowd of people, practically naked, flexing his pecs with his practically naked mom! But the mothers used all their maternal and womanly powers to overcome the resistance, though their control over their sons### allowances was - at this point - the most important factor. The Stratford administrators were also appalled. The idea of some of the most socially prominent and wealthy women in the city appearing virtually naked in front of spectators at their school###it was crazy! But the Muscle- Moms Booster Club (as the wrestling team mothers had re-named themselves) would not be denied. These privileged women were used to getting their way in everything and were quite snobbish and superior to anyone lacking their money and looks. Paige was the most snobbish of all. Elected club president, she warned the administrators that if they didn###t agree to the unusual fund raiser, the mothers would refuse to raise or contribute any more money to Stratford, and might send their sons to a different school next year. The administration caved.


To put it mildly, the first muscle-mom ##" muscle-son posing exhibition was a success. Although the Stratford gym held only 600 spectators, the event pulled in a cool

$21,000 at 35 bucks a seat, far higher than any previous ticket price in the history of Stratford. Indeed, the sensual spectacle made the news on every TV channel in town both before and after, with filmed footage of the mother / son bodybuilders strutting and flexing in their provocative suits before an audience that was shocked, excited and wildly enthusiastic at the same time. The bodybuilder moms had made sure that each mother and son wore matching bikinis and performed an artistic, athletic (and deeply erotic) posing routine. In fact, the whole thing created a sensation. Part of it was the spectacle of some of best known and socially elite women in the city parading with their sons ##" both virtually naked except for skimpy bikinis ##" in front of a large audience. The other part was the realization that not a few of the middle-aged muscle- matrons were actually more muscular than their muscled sons: bigger, beefier, thicker and more ripped with bulging muscles. This gender-bending aspect was exciting to the spectators and women, but quite embarrassing to the less muscled boys who were mortified at being outmuscled by their own mothers. Several mother ##" son ###couples### were interviewed on the evening news, both sporting their scanty bikinis and flexing, proudly showing off their bulging, oiled muscles for the cameras. One especially buxom socialite / muscle-mom, her massive ropy legs spread shoulder wide and bulging with power, was pictured proudly carrying her somewhat smaller bodybuilder/wrestler son on her shoulders as he flexed his biceps ##" a gender-bending sight that made the front page of the city paper next morning ##" a provocative sight too: the bikini clad muscle-matron###s skimpy bra had slipped an inch or two down her large, shapely breasts to reveal the top half of her aureoles to the TV audience and newspaper readers!

The huge success, which pulled in more money in two hours than any previous Stratford fundraiser, guaranteed that the mother-son muscle exhibition became an annual event and made the Muscle-Moms Booster Club the most powerful organization on campus. Over the next four years, the exhibitions pulled in larger and larger amounts of money. And, as the ticket prices were raised every year, the pot got bigger and bigger. Indeed, the ticket prices eventually reached $200 a seat. The muscle moms demanded that more seating be provided for the gym to generate even more $$$. By violating fire and safety codes, room for 1,000 spectators was eventually found, and by selling special front and near front row seats as ###platinum,### ###gold,### and ###silver### tickets priced into the high hundreds, the Booster Club was contributing 350,000+ dollars a year to Stratford and had become the schools largest single source of revenue except for tuition itself.


But some within the school administration were worried Stratford had made a devil###s bargain with the muscle moms, who were now, to make a pun, throwing their weight around. The women demanded and won video rights to the exhibitions, and had apparently made considerable amounts selling videos of the muscle moms and sons posing and flexing side by side in the bright gym lights before the audience, and also pumping up their muscles and oiling down in the football team###s weight room, the exhibition version of a backstage pump room. It was unclear how much money this was or where it had gone.


The exhibitions themselves had become more and more sensual, daring and - to be blunt - lascivious. The erotic overtones had gotten more and more pronounced. Each year the posing bikinis of both mother and son, now designed by the muscle-moms themselves, got smaller, thinner, more revealing, and more suggestive. At the previous year###s event the moms had sported minimal bras that left most of their oiled breasts exposed and covered less than half their aureoles -- indeed several bared nipples had been clearly seen. The thin lycra fronts of their bikinis did little more than cover their pubic mounds (and clearly outlined their labia) while their slightly fuller backs at least covered a portion of the muscle-matrons### shapely derrieres, eschewing the thong look at first. At the insistence of their moms, the boy###s bikinis too, had gotten smaller, thinner and tighter, in order to bring out the ###big-cock,### ###muscle-stud### look that accentuated their butts and snakes ##" even their ball sacks were clearly outlined - and especially favored the best endowed of the wrestlers. The boys had resisted the tinier and teenier posers at first, but eventually had come around after maternal persuasion

and became quite proud of their aggressively priapic look.


In fact, the changing relationship between the muscular mothers and their wrestling sons was another source of concern to administrators. The mom-son posing routines had become more physical, more intimate and more erotic. As they strutted and posed together they were often in skin to skin, muscle to muscle contact, performing what

looked like the lambada, or even a sex act, as they flexed their way through the routine. It was the mother who was becoming more and more physically aggressive and lewd in these routines. And it was clear from the enormous bulges outlining the sons### snakes, and the flushed, pouting, agitated look on the mothers### faces, that both mother and son were deeply aroused by each other and that their interaction came closer each year to crossing a red-line.


The physical appearance of the mothers themselves, beyond their skimpier attire and suggestive behavior, had become more erotic, if possible. In the five years since the first exhibition the lady bodybuilders had become bigger, more ripped, and more powerful looking, while at the same time retaining or even enhancing their femininity, becoming curvier, sultrier, and more sensual. Paige Huntington had continued to beef up, to a truly massive 190 pounds, and had recently won the city heavyweight title in women###s bodybuilding. Another booster club member, Candace Sorenson, a big blonde bruiser of Swedish descent, had crossed into 220+ pound territory, and had been interviewed on television saying she wanted to go over 240 pounds and compete against men in bodybuilding!


The mothers had flexed their muscles another way, forcing Stratford to build an entirely new, deluxe weight-training facility and backstage pump room for the exclusive use of the muscle-moms and their sons. And it was used ##" extensively. By now the mothers had gone beyond mere obsession with bodybuilding, pumping iron, and making their physiques bigger, brawnier, and more ripped ##" they were totally crazed with making their muscles bigger and bigger. Most trained in bikinis, along with their sons, which made the training sessions more and more steamy. The posh pump-room resounded to the clink and clank of weights, and the grunts of the musclewomen and their sons as they heaved heavy weights, often late into the night in grueling workouts. Some workouts became so intense the sweat-slick muscle-moms### grunts became moans, then shouts, as they got deep into a furious pump with dumb- bells, grunting louder and louder and demanding their sons worship mom###s engorged muscles, ###Ugh! UGGHH!!! Gettin### BIG###gotta get BIGGER! Gotta get HUGE!!

Timmy!! Come feel my thighs!! Yeah! I can crush rocks with these monsters! Oh###god! Squeeze my biceps! They###re freakin### BOULDERS!! They###re getting### SCARY!! I###m gettin### sooooooo JACKED!! (hee-hee!)### The refined and aristocratic women relentlessly transformed themselves into sexy, pumped-up muscle-freaks!


There was something else ##" the Muscle-Moms Booster Club was getting bigger each year, not only in the size of its members but in their numbers. Over 50 of the city###s most important society matrons were now in its ranks. The women stayed on after their sons had graduated, reveling more and more in the raw, sensual power of their rippling physiques and the incredible rush of pumping iron and flexing their muscles on-stage while virtually naked, save for a scandalously tiny bikini. They were excited

by the gender-bending, the knowledge that virtually all the mothers now surpassed their sons in muscularity. Indeed, many of the women outclassed adult male bodybuilders, and a growing number had joined Candace Sorenson in announcing they intended to compete against men in contests. But the most exciting thing of all was the thrilling sense of danger they felt by pushing the envelope of the mother ##" son relationship###by entering forbidden territory, coming closer and closer to breaking the ultimate taboo. Every muscle-mom knew they were on the edge of the sexual abyss###everyone felt it, but by unspoken agreement it was never discussed.


But there were rumors the taboo had already been broken, at least by a few. Rumors others heard. Rumors that the divorce rate in the club had risen to almost 100% as husbands, freaked out by their wives### bodybuilder lifestyles (and intimidated by being outclassed physically), headed to court and hired private investigators to dig up dirt on their spouses. Rumors of wild parties at some of the biggest mansions in town, where the bodybuilder mom sponsor ended up naked in a hot tub with several wrestling team members and where alcohol, drugs and sex were available to everyone. And not only at parties. There were rumors the muscle-moms were buying steroids for their sons and for themselves (a big factor in the moms getting so much bigger) and encouraging, even forcing, the boys to take drugs in order to build up their muscles and enhance their wrestling performances. And even darker rumors, stories about mother versus son wrestling matches in which the bigger, brawnier mother, after pinning her son, stripped him of his bikini and raped him, or perhaps not rape, for in some accounts the son was as willing as the mother to take the ultimate, taboo step.

One thing was certain, as the mother - son posing routines became ever more intimate and erotic, the former reluctance of the boys evaporated, and they now eagerly posed and flexed with their musclebound moms in front of a thousand cheering spectators.


And finally had come the announcements made the previous week by Paige Huntington, who had remained booster club president even after her son Hunter had graduated two years ago. With her forceful, arrogant personality, she had become a dominant force in the club as well as the school. The glamorous brunette bodybuilder, who favored pricey designer apparel with high cut mini-skirts and low cut blouses to show off her incredible physique, was a gorgeous looking 43 - her favorite style was the ###rich-lady slut look.### She had dropped two bombshells on the administrators.

First, at this year###s mother - son posing exhibition, the muscle-moms would go bare- breasted. The administrators - all men in their 50s to 60s - gasped out loud. ###You mean###Mrs. Huntington###that###the mothers are going to be###topless?### Paige rapped her exquisitely manicured fingernails ##" lacquered bright red - on the table in irritation. ###Right, Dean,### she replied sarcastically, ###so I###m sure you###ll want a front row seat!

After all, most our members have very expensive boob jobs###and they want to show them off!### The arrogant socialite - musclewoman ##" sporting a tiger-stripe micro

miniskirt that flaunted her chiseled, oak-tree legs and a white silk blouse cut low and tight to flaunt her generous bust line - was in lecture mode. She explained how topless bodybuilding contests were becoming popular in Europe and guaranteed higher ticket prices, attendance, and media ratings. ###This year###s base ticket price will be $300, and the ###platinum### price will be $1,000! We expect to clear $500,000 plus this year! Which makes over 1.6 million, gentlemen, since the first exhibition.### And then the pretty musclewoman made her second announcement.


###We need something completely new this year, something that will get everyone###s attention and keep them talking! Since we ladies are posing with the wrestling team, it###s time we had a wrestling match, between one of us and one of the team members. And, gentlemen, since I###m president of the booster club, I get to pick who the wrestlers are. Rodney Lomax, and###me!### This time the gasps were even louder.

Rodney Lomax was the star of the team, who###d been brought to Stratford a year ago on full scholarship, another demand of the Muscle-Moms Booster Club, to improve the fortunes of the Stratford wrestling team. Only 15, but big for his age and athletically gifted, he had led the team to the state tournament as a heavyweight and had almost taken the state title. Rodney Lomax was also black, the only African- American in the school.


Paige had developed an intense dislike of the young black wrestling star. Even though she had demanded Rodney be given a scholarship and brought to Stratford to strengthen the wrestling team, she had been taken aback with how quickly he became idolized by his teammates, and even his coach, all of whom celebrated Roddy (as they called him) as the greatest wrestler in Stratford history. Until his arrival that title had been held by Paige###s son, Hunter, who had captained the team for his last two years at Stratford. Hunter had won several district championships in wrestling but had never gone far in the state tournament, unlike Roddy, who was runner-up for the state title as a 15 year old freshman. He had also won the junior division in several bodybuilding contests and commentators had hailed him as the ###young black Arnold.### It irked Paige that Hunter was already forgotten, and this poor black kid from the ghetto had become a hero. Roddy was the only wrestler with no mother in the booster club - his had died years ago, and his elderly grandmother was in a wheelchair. ###Who does this welfare brat think he is, Tiger Woods?### she grumbled to herself. The truth was that the wealthy and aristocratic white woman was a total snob. And, though Paige would deny it, she was probably a racist as well. It wasn###t that she disliked blacks in general, but she had no African-American friends & really didn###t care to make any.


But there was something else as well. Within a few months of Roddy###s arrival, three female staff members ##" two young and very pretty teachers, and a middle aged secretary, also considered ###hot### ##" had left Stratford under mysterious circumstances. All three were

married, and the secretary had two children in college. But they had left their families; all three had been divorced by their husbands, and had more or less vanished.

The administration and the men weren###t talking, but rumor had it that Roddy had impregnated all three, and the husbands had found out. Paige suspected the story was true ##" Roddy was handsome and charming and it was no rumor that he was extremely well hung. Which brought back the race thing. Paige had heard the stories about the ultra-masculine black male, how many white women (including those married to white men) found them irresistibly attractive, and how, ###Once you go black, you never go back.### She belittled the idea, but was fascinated. How could this 15 year old punk seduce three grown women in as many months? Married women! Could his cock be that good? It was another reason to dislike Roddy.


Even more annoyingly, he had quickly become the favorite of the other muscle-moms, who vied to be his workout partner. Again, this had a lot to do with the fact that the handsome black hunk was beyond well-endowed. At Roddy###s first workout in the booster club###s weight room, pumping iron in his skimpy raspberry poser, the young stud###s huge cock was on prominent display as it stretched the thin lycra fabric of his bikini to the max. The mothers had stopped their workouts to gather round and watch in awe as their new recruit worked the dumb-bells ##" his thick muscles glistening and rippling. His high, rounded buns, prominent under the taut lycra of his skimpy posing suit, also received a lot of maternal attention. The brawny ladies oohed and aahed in admiration, and one muscle-matron actually swooned in a faint as she ogled the stud-boy. The mothers nicknamed him, ###Python### and ###Best Butt,### and Roddy was soon in demand as a masseuse. Paige had watched in disgust as the club###s normally haughty society-women-bodybuilders cooed and moaned like school girls when the bikini clad hunk climbed on top of their muscular backs as they lay on the massage table ##" naked except for their own teeny bikinis ##" to give them a sensual alcohol and oil rub-down after a hard session of pumping heavy iron. Paige was the only mother who showed no interest in Roddy###s ministrations.


So Paige had yet another idea. Ever since she had become the city heavyweight women###s bodybuilding champion, she had known in the back of her mind she wanted to compete against men. Not only in bodybuilding, like some of the other mothers, but also in wrestling. She had trained hard in mixed martial arts, boxing and wrestling, and had recently challenged and defeated her bigger male instructor. In a grueling wrestling match lasting over an hour and ending in Paige###s K.O. of the shocked man, after first battering him into a helpless wreck, and eventually sending him to the hospital with a broken nose, two black eyes, and a cracked rib. She smiled as she remembered. Both wrestlers had worn only suggestive bikinis for the match, which was fought in a private arena before a small audience of male MMA instructors and a few of Paige###s friends in the Booster Club. The men had given her no chance against the tough instructor, a well-known bodybuilder and former college wrestler, and he had openly mocked her as an ###uppity rich bitch who needs to get her butt kicked.### But the muscular brunette wrestled evenly with him for 30 minutes, and as the instructor began to tire seized control of the match with a series of punishing suplexes and then completely dominated him on the mat, thoroughly kicking his butt as the shocked males watched in disbelief and her girlfriends cheered her on. Above all she remembered the frightened look on the macho-man###s face as she wrapped her massive legs around his head in a crushing figure-4 to finish him off. He###d kicked and flopped all over the mat trying to escape, but she had been too strong for her exhausted opponent. The pressure of his face against her labia had almost brought her to orgasm but he had passed out too soon, which brought out her vicious streak - she jumped on top of his chest and, holding him by his hair, slammed his head into the mat, over and over, in a frenzy, until the other instructors pulled her off the beaten man. But the applause from the awed instructors and her friends as the ref raised her arm in victory and her battered opponent was carried off on a stretcher, had provided another near sexual thrill. Paige###s confidence level was increased even more when the humbled instructor admitted to her later that he was on the verge of submitting just before losing consciousness. Now the big brunette was restless for another fight, and saw in Rodney Lomax an overrated, conceited young hotshot who needed to be taken down a peg or two. She was sure she could beat him - she outweighed him by a good 20 pounds - and with any luck her public defeat of him would be so humiliating he would leave Stratford in shame. That, at least, is what the president of the Muscle-Moms Booster Club told herself as the big night drew near.


Now that night was here. The headmaster looked around. Not a seat was empty. The gym was sold-out. There was electricity in the air, more than ever before. He checked his watch. In five minutes, it would start. The man had a very bad feeling. ###They###re going to push the envelope too far tonight###and things will never be the same,### he muttered to himself.


He was right.


End of part one. To be continued.

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Muscle-Moms Gone Wild! part two

by supreme

The mother ##" son bodybuilders ###push the envelope### too far & things spin out of control.

Paige Huntington stepped out onto the floor of the jammed Stratford Field House. A spotlight highlighted the gorgeous heavyweight musclewoman, who was also a high-powered attorney, well-known socialite, and president of the Muscle-Moms Booster Club. She was resplendent in a sexy white micro-skirt that boldly exposed most of her powerful, oak-tree thighs and shapely legs, tanned nut brown and oiled to a high gleam under the bright light and perched on 5 inch stiletto heels. She sported a tight red off-the-shoulder silk blouse that accentuated the massive, sloping traps and boulder shoulders of her 196 pound bodybuilder's physique. It was also cut low to reveal half her bosom; indeed it seemed her aureoles were more than just peaking above the hem. Holding a cordless mike as she waved and smiled to applause, she announced, "Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the 6th Annual Stratford Academy Muscle-Mom and Muscle-Son Bodybuilding Exhibition###and Posedown! Tonight we have the best show ever, and you are going to see some handsome boys, and their beautiful mothers...as you've never seen them before!"

The crowd roared with anticipatory delight. It knew that tonight the muscular mothers of the booster club, who had begun the exhibitions to raise money for their sons### cash-strapped wrestling team, included the most beautiful and wealthy women in the city. These elite society ladies, who had first gone into bodybuilding only to show support for their wrestler-sons, but were now competitive muscle-women in their own right, were about to step out onto the gym floor, not only clad in extremely tiny and suggestive bikinis, but also, for the first time, bare-breasted. Since its beginning, the annual mother-son posedown had "pushed the envelope" a little more each year, the bikinis getting progressively smaller and more revealing, the posing routines between the pumped-up mothers and their pumped-up sons getting raunchier, more lascivious. In fact, some critics were claiming that the booster club had gone ###rogue,### promoting illegal steroid use for both mothers and sons, to build up their muscles, and encouraging an almost incestuous relationship between the sexy strongwomen and their hot-bod boys. So far, the criticism and rumors of scandal had only increased ticket sales. The spectators had paid hundreds of dollars a seat for the privilege of watching what had become over the past six years the most talked about, successful, and controversial fundraising event in the city's history.

Indeed, the audience was now composed of the most wealthy, glamorous and powerful men and women in the area, as well as a number of professional male and female bodybuilders, all eager to see the sensual display of maternal muscle alongside the hot young bodies of the muscle-moms' well-endowed bodybuilding sons, themselves clad only in skimpy bikinis. Already, the air was electric with a current of sensuality, hedonism, and eroticism that each of the 1,000 spectators could feel.

"And," Paige continued, "we have a very special new event for you, and I'm really looking forward to that!" Again the spectators roared. Everyone was looking forward to what would be the final event of the evening, the unprecedented inter-gender, inter-generational, inter-racial wrestling match when Paige ##" well trained in martial arts combat - would slip out of her micro-skirt and don a teeny bikini to fight the star of the boy's wrestling team, Rodney Lomax, whom everyone called Roddy...the only black student at Stratford, who would also be clad only in a skimpy bikini. There was a delicious frisson about this taboo-breaking confrontation between the gorgeous, upper-class, white muscle-matron and the handsome young ebony son of the ghetto - who would wrestle each other practically naked - that had created tremendous excitement. Paige herself was more than excited, she was aroused at the prospect of intimate physical contact with the black adonis who was, at 15, almost 30 years her junior, and whom she planned ##" to satisfy a definite mean streak - to humiliate in front of the crowd. But first things first, as she turned the program over to the emcee, who would get the exhibition started.

Even as Paige welcomed the crowd, things were heating up in the backstage pump-room, where the scantily clad mother and son bodybuilders were preparing for their entrance. The muscle-moms### bikinis were now little more than a thin pouch of taut lycra, shaped around their pubic mounds, which they clearly & erotically outlined, connected to the back by tiny strings of spandex. The backs were more revealing than ever, and this year a number of mothers had gone for the thong look, with their ###bikini### back only another spandex string, pulled up tight into their butt cracks. First furiously lifting dumb-bells to pump up their powerful muscles still further, the mothers and sons then began rubbing each other down with heavy coats of gleaming posing oil. Both mother and son eagerly looked forward to this ritual, so laden with overtones of forbidden sex, and for the past several years it had been an important part of the video record of the posing exhibition that the booster club had sold to muscle voyeurs around the world. Tonight the mutual rubdown was even more erotic - for the first time the cocky young sons were applying posing oil directly on their mothers' bared breasts. And it was soon clear that both muscle-mom and muscle-son were enjoying this new part of the rubdown...a lot. Shyly at first, but with growing enthusiasm, the muscular sons ##" themselves sporting tiny, taut bikinis - worked the oil into their mother's muscled bodies, legs, backs, arms, shoulders, torsos...saving their breasts for last. Some mothers stood with legs apart, hands on hips, leaning back, as their masseuse-sons rubbed in the oil, grunting with pleasure as they reached the previously forbidden territory of her boobs. Others preferred their sons up close, with her hands riding gently on the muscle-boy's hips as he performed his sensual massage, their naked torsos and bikinis lightly rubbing in a mother-son lambada. The more bossy moms directed their sons closely, "Ohhh...Bobby...press a little harder...oooh!###that's better!...ummm....take my nipple between your fingers...just lightly rub back and forth with the oil...gently, dear###.oooohhhhh yessssss darling!" Some mothers were working on their sons in turn, rubbing, oiling, massaging...really getting into it.

The most outrageous ###couple### was Shannon Boswell and Roddy. The 45 yr old sports model ##" trophy wife ##" bodybuilder (one of the few muscle-moms not divorced by her husband), had become notorious inside the club for her shameless flirting with Roddy. With her own son graduated and off to college, the buxom blonde had become infatuated with Roddy the day he arrived, almost monopolizing the services of the ebony muscle-stud in recent weeks, insisting that he be her workout partner. This meant Roddy, wearing only a tiny poser, would give Shannon a sensuous oil rub-down before each workout, pump iron with her for an hour, and afterwards mount her back for a deep muscle massage. Tonight Shannon ##" obviously in deep muscle-lust for the handsome teen bodybuilder ##" was even more promiscuous. After Roddy applied a warmly heated coat of oil to her muscled body, the lithesome blonde ##" sitting on the massage table - had aggressively wrapped her powerful legs around his waist, pulling him into a sensual embrace as she felt his big flexed biceps, her big, well-shaped breasts brushing his chest, their bikinis in full contact as the two engaged in a unique kind of pump-room lambada. One of the other mothers, disgusted yet aroused, joked, ###Get a room, you two!### Shannon cooed to her muscle-stud partner, ###Ooooh, Roddy, you###re such a hunk! I###m the one who should be wrestling you tonight ##" not Paige###but at least I###m your posing partner, big boy!### The aroused blonde tightened the grip of her big, muscled thighs around the young black wrestler###s naked waist and began openly grunting with pleasure. Roddy replied, ###I don###t think Ms. Huntington likes me very much###she never talks to me like you other ladies do###but I heard she###s a good wrestler.### By now Roddy###s big cock was dangerously engorged, stretching the thin lycra fabric of his bikini to its limit as it aggressively probed the musclewoman###s labia, which were covered in turn by only a thin screen of lycra. Both were about to lose control ##" Shannon was moaning, ###Umph###Oh! Umph###Oh! OH!!### - when the emcee###s voice brought them back from the edge. "Ladies!" he called out, "One minute till show-time...don't get too distracted!" Candace Olsen, one of the muscle-moms and the biggest person in the room, broke away from the massaging embrace of her son, "C'mon girls! Control yourselves! We're flexing for a thousand people tonight...be ready!"

It took several minutes for the boys to disentangle themselves from their mothers but finally they were able to line up for the procession into the gym. They entered in a file on the right as the audience cheered. And ogled. The boys were sporting the briefest bikinis ever (all designed by their mothers) ##" in a myriad of colors - all accentuating the ###big-cock### look. As the young muscle-hunks marched out their clearly outlined phalluses ##" thrusting hard against the thin lycra of their tiny suits - were bouncing lightly. The female spectators were mesmerized by the sight of so many bouncing teenage cocks ##" one called out, ###It###s our own private snake dance!### and indeed it was, as other women began chanting, ###Snake dance! Snake dance!### The entrance music was from ###Rocky### as each boy strutted and smiled and flexed his muscles ##" gleaming with oil under the bright gym lights ##" the proud, arrogant teen studs basked in the worship of the excited audience.

Roddy was the last boy in the procession and this was his first appearance at the Mother ##" Son posedown. When the audience saw him, the level of excitement rose several notches. Sporting a gold metallic poser, the handsome black teenage bodybuilder was clearly the most muscular of the boys. He was also the most well-hung (the admiring muscle-moms had dubbed him ###Python###) ##" his huge snake and ball sack were even more clearly defined by the straining fabric of his bikini, and even from a distance it looked like it had a life of its own ##" restlessly stretching the thin bikini fabric and bouncing as he strutted. ###Oh my god!### a bejeweled 40-something lady (sitting next to her husband) cried, an urgent tone in her voice, ###He###s a tripod! Yum-ee! I want him!### Throughout the gym, women from 30 to 60 were getting aroused and agitated by the almost naked muscle-hunks in their suggestive posers, parading before them. There were wolf-whistles, screams### and several women shouted demands for Roddy###s phone number.

Then it was the mothers### turn.

The gym was plunged into darkness. The music made famous by 2001: A Space Odyssey, Thus Sprach Zarathustra, was building slowly, louder, louder###

The spotlight switched back on and the audience gasped at what they saw.

The mothers had come out single-file and slowly made their way toward the spectators on the left side of the gym. They were a sight to behold. Massive muscles, thick, oiled, bulging and rippling with power ##" gleaming under the bright gym lights. Sensual curves, feminine and lush. Gorgeous, tanned, super-buff and shredded physiques virtually naked except for the tiny pouch shaped triangles of the mothers### lycra bikinis. And above all, breasts! The announcement that these socially elite and beautiful women would not only appear topless, but flaunt their expensive, designer-knockers in a public posing exhibition had created a sensation in the city and the spectators were almost drooling with anticipation.

They were not disappointed. As the 50 bodybuilding mothers strutted into the gym, their bared breasts were magnificent, jutting proudly and mahogany tanned, with dark-red aureoles in full view - big, thick nipples erect, slightly bouncing with each step. The breasts of several especially edgy mothers sported solid gold nipple-rings, causing more excited chatter in the audience.

Leading was Philippa Wentworth, at 5### 3### the shortest of the muscle-moms, but one of the most densely muscled, with incredibly defined arms, torso and thighs, tipping the scales at a stunning 182 pounds. Clad in a snakeskin bikini pouch ##" no more than a g-string - Philippa sported gaudy diamond earrings and a spectacular diamond neckband around her thick, powerful neck. She strode regally up to her son, her protuberant, tear-shaped breasts pushing his powerful chest as if in challenge. Chip, handsome and well-muscled; at 5###7###, was taller but at 165 pounds was noticeably less muscled than his ultra-ripped mother. He too was naked except for a teeny snakeskin poser which matched Philippa###s, and his big snake was engorged and pushing hard against thin restraining fabric. The muscled pair met, and ##" placing their hands on each other###s naked hips ##" boldly kissed for several seconds, electrifying the audience, for this was no mother-son peck but an enthusiastic and erotic greeting, which promised the audience: more to come! The mother and son bodybuilders stood side by side and joined hands as the aroused spectators cheered. It was obvious the muscle-moms### sensual, scantily clad physiques were appreciated by their sons ##" as the buffed-up women came into view, the big snakes of the muscle-boys had visibly swollen ever larger, stressing their teeny suits even more, all of which was taken in by the crowd. Already, the mothers were pushing the envelope as never before.

The rest of the mothers performed the same ritual, one by one pairing up with their sons. As the massive muscle-queens promenaded before the audience, the level of tension, excitement and raw eroticism rose ever higher. ###Look at those she-beasts!### one woman ##" a local TV celebrity ##" exclaimed. ###They###re more muscular than male bodybuilders!### It was true. The muscle-moms were bigger and beefier than ever ##" all were now heavyweights, and many were ###extreme### bodybuilders who easily outclassed most male bodybuilders in their weight-classes, a fact not lost on the female bodybuilders in the audience, who began teasing their male counterparts. One stage-whispered to her muscleman companion, ###Bet any one of those women could take you, Mike!### The male bodybuilders were aroused but shocked as they realized that these socially prominent, glamorous and wealthy women outclassed them physically ##" it was an alarming, gender-bending revelation for the macho-men, made more so when they recalled that these formidable muscle-women had demanded the right to compete against men in contests.

But the freaky physiques of the bodybuilder moms weren###t the only thing about them drawing attention. Their pouch-bikinis were so tight they clearly outlined the labia of a number of pumped up strong-ladies. Several of the women were sporting tattoos, ranging from discreet roses to bold barbed wire girdling their huge biceps and thighs. Others wore ankle bracelets; still others were pierced and several, like Philippa, wore neckbands. All were flaunting costly jewelry, rings, bracelets, and hair-dos. As the mothers smiled, waved and flexed for the crowd the air grew thick with a penetrating sexual musk###

Then, as most of the mother ##" son couples filed back into the pump-room to wait their turn, Philippa and Chip performed their posing routine, which included the bigger, stronger mom lifting and carrying her son in a variety of sensual poses as they both flexed their huge, sexy muscles. This role-reversal of traditional mixed posing was a feature of every mother ##" son routine. The socialite-strongwomen were making a statement to the eager spectators.

Even the way the mothers flexed was a statement ##" a challenge no observer could miss. It was the culmination ##" the payoff ##" from endless hours of pumping iron in the weight-room. The bodybuilder mothers aggressively attacked each flex, forcing their big, brightly oiled muscles not only to ripple and bulge with power but to grow in size before the eyes of the astounded on-lookers. As they hit the ###macho### poses once reserved for men ##" crabs and double-bicep shots ##" the heavyweight muscle-moms grunted loudly with exertion, many shouting out, ###I###m HUGE! I###m STRONG! I can###t be STOPPED!### staring down the male members of the audience, intimidating everyone in the gym. It was truly gender-bending and deeply erotic to see these elite society women, usually wearing designer skirts and blouses, wearing nothing except a scandalously tiny bikini, bared breasts jutting proudly, boldly flexing their pumped up muscles to greater and greater size. For the next 30 minutes, mother after mother stood before the crowd clad only in her bikini, her cobra-like traps swollen beyond belief; her biceps approaching volleyball size; her huge, boulder shoulders radiating power; her grunts filling the auditorium as she rotated her super-buff torso back and forth, showing off her mind-boggling physique. As one of the more ###mature### muscle-moms, 52 year old Brianna, and her hunky son flexed in the spotlight, a male bodybuilder ##" this one a seasoned pro ##" who had refused to accept that the powerful physiques of the lady bodybuilders surpassed the men, gasped in awe, ###Jesus###that mother out there is old enough to be my mother!###and she###s a tank! Her biceps are bigger than mine###and those thighs!###they could crush steel pipe flat!### His female bodybuilder companion laughed and taunted, ###How###s it feel to be the weaker sex, macho-man? Those lady bruisers out there make you look like a pencil-neck geek!###

It was hard to say what amazed and turned on the spectators more, the incredibly sexy and stupendous muscular development of the mother-bodybuilders, or the increasingly erotic physical contact between the scantily clad mother and her scantily clad son as they pushed the envelope still further - the poses becoming ever more erotic and outrageous as each mother-son pair performed their routine.

Back in the pump-room, lines were being crossed and taboos were beginning to melt away in the erotic heat. As they viewed the sensual posing and flexing out on the gym floor, the mother-son couples there became more dangerously aroused than ever. Several were side by side, arms wrapped around each other, ogling the routines out on the gym floor, a motherly hand gently squeezing her son###s big rump, the son###s hand fondling and stroking his mother###s naked breasts and nipples. Other mothers and sons were in full body, face to face embrace, feeling and kissing the other###s muscles, exchanging deep, wet French kisses ##" tongue wrestling and grinding their hips together as the mother cooed to her son. ###Oooh, sweetie###(grunt!)###you###ve got such a killer bod (mmm###aaah###yeah!)###you are soooo sexy in your cute bikini! (moan!) Don###t you just love my big muscles? I love flexing for you###how ###bout a kiss on my nipples?...(Oh###oh###yes!...yes!...my sweet studly boy!) I###m very happy we###re so close now, aren###t you, baby? (grunt!)### More and more of the muscle-bound mothers were openly stroking and caressing their sons### swollen snakes as the big cocks tried to force their way through the thin lycra fronts of their bikinis.

One thing was for sure: all the spectators ##" audience and bodybuilders alike ##" were visibly aroused and agitated as they watched what was happening on the gym floor. And the pump-room wasn###t the only place lines were being crossed ##" some spectators, both female and male - were beginning to touch themselves, stimulate themselves, deeply affected by the thickening sexual musk in the gym. Other on-lookers were openly necking and petting; several had removed articles of clothing to become more ###intimate### with each other.

The final posing pair was Shannon and Roddy. They were the only couple who were not mother and son, and their long, openly lascivious kiss at the end of the entrance promenade had caused a minor sensation in an audience already highly aroused. Their overtly sexual routine came even closer to crossing the ultimate red-line than the other couples###. The blonde musclewoman and the young black muscle-stud made a spectacular sight ##" evenly matched in bodyweight at around 170 pounds, both virtually naked, ripped and cut with bulging muscles, they had changed into matching white bikinis that set new standards for brevity and suggestiveness. The theme of their routine was two bodybuilders, meeting each other for the first time. Slowly they came together, each one carefully eyeing the other###s physique, then standing face to face, they felt and squeezed and explored each others### rippling, glistening muscles, drawing closer and closer, bringing their powerful bodies into full skin to skin contact. Rocking their hips back and forth, they began a brazen lambada, and proceeded to a series of increasingly erotic acrobatic maneuvers. The bare-breasted Shannon was all over her teen partner, the sexy blonde aroused to a super-heated level by his nakedly sensual physique and above all his huge, thrusting snake, perfectly outlined in the over-stretched fabric of his teeny white poser. Shannon made it clear to everyone that she had a special relationship with the young black adonis, and seemed determined to show off her ###ownership### of his body and attentions, finally leaping into the air and coiling her thickly muscled legs around Roddy###s naked waist in a python grip ##" riding and bouncing on his huge snake, doing a very good imitation of fucking - as both bodybuilders hit a face to face double bicep pose. Shannon###s sexual lust for Roddy ##" broadcast for all to see ##" was a complete shock to her husband, watching from the audience. He had been oblivious his wife###s ###interest### in the ebony hunk ##" until now. His jaw had fallen open and he was whining pathetically, ###Oh my god###oh my god###what will I tell the kids?###(Shannon still had three young children at home.) The rest of the audience, both men and women, were cheering, and sweating, and panting with lust and many were groping each other, as they watched the erotic pair.

Off to the side, Paige Huntington watched Roddy and Shannon as they aroused everyone to a fever pitch. The buxom blonde###s affectionate attentions to Roddy were also a message to Paige: he###s mine! The booster club president was surprised ##" she suddenly felt jealous. Silly thought, the equally buxom brunette snickered to herself. Shannon, you###re such a hussy! You can have your big black boy-toy###the only thing I want to do with him is beat him up in front of all these people!

As Shannon and Roddy exited the gym floor to the deafening cheers of the audience, everyone ##" muscle-moms, muscle-sons and spectators - sexually aroused to an almost hysterical degree ##" was on edge, for everyone knew what was next: clad only in the tiniest bikinis, Paige Huntington would wrestle Rodney Lomax in an unprecedented inter-gender, inter-racial, inter-generation match that would push the envelope right up to the breaking point.

And beyond.

to be continued###

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[Lupus753]

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[wowser1016]

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