Wrestling Toby's Mom
By Barfly


Toby's Mom (M) answered the door barefoot, wearing a short robe and a big smile, with her bbw friend standing behind her, also barefoot and wearing a robe. M hugged me as I stepped inside and then introduced me to her friend Sara who was going to watch us wrestle.

M and I had wrestled once before, late at night, after I had wrestled Toby. We haven't seen each other since, until I saw her earlier that day in the grocery story and she invited me over to wrestle again.

I was nervous as hell to say the least, especially with Sara there to watch our match.

M made small talk and then I followed both women downstairs to the basement where exercise mats were layed out to wrestle on.

The butterflies in my stomach were going absolutely crazy at this point and I think she knew it. She said that we were just going to wrestle for exercise and began to remove her robe. She was wearing a somewhat tiny for her age black two piece swimsuit underneath. I watched her remove her robe and lay it on a chair near the mats. Sara followed her lead and removed her robe too. Sara was wearing a white one piece swimsuit that fit like a glove. M looked at me and asked if I brought anything to wrestle in, meaning she didn't want me to wrestle in the shorts that I was wearing. I had thought about this before dressing and luckily put on a red lifeguard Speedo, just in case. I took my t-shirt off while she watched and then slid my shorts down and off. M and Sara both smiled and then M dropped to her knees on the mats. She was ready to wrestle.

I dropped to my knees across from her and the match was on. We moved toward each other, cautiously, each looking for an opening while Sara sat in a chair next to the mats.

M looked good for her age and surprisingly looked hot in her swimsuit as we locked up in the middle of the mats. Our bodies were pressing as we barehugged each other struggling for the takedown, each trying to gain an advantage on the other. M was strong and pulled me to my left, taking us both down to the mats. I tried to wrestle away but she quickly got a straddle on my hip to keep me down and then wrestled me to my back. She was laying tight against me now with her breasts pressing against my chest and her hair falling against my face as she tried to work me into a pin.

M outweighed me so the advantage was hers and before she could get my wrists under control I rolled to my side and off my back, but she stayed with me straddling my thigh.

I tried to roll to my stomach while she wrestled on top of me, trying to put me on my back again. We struggled like this for about a minute before she rolled me to my back again. I quickly spread my legs to try to scissor her waist, but she didn't fall between my legs, instead she ended up straddling one of my thighs. Being on my back like I was didn't put me in the worst position because she wasn't able to move into a straddle on me, however she layed over me again, kind of diagonally, and scissored my thigh to keep me in place. I was staying in check until this point, but when her fleshy thigh pressed against the front of my Speedo and pressed against it, I came to life quickly. As I struggled I looked up and saw Sara leaning forward in her chair, watching us intently.

M had a nice grip on my thigh and it was turning me on to feel her thighs wrapped around mine, but I had to get off my back, and soon, however before I could do anything, M was on the move. She released my thigh and moved into a straddle on my chest, avoiding my scissors attempt as I spread my thighs wide to try to capture her. She was still laying over me, but instead of going for a pin on me, she wrapped her arms around my head and with a grunt, rolled us to our sides so that we were facing each other and wrapped on a nasty front body scissors around my chest. We were inches from Sara now and I heard her gasp as we rolled near and I didn't know if she was gasping because we came so close or if it was because she caught sight of my pocket rocket standing straight up in my Speedo. Whatever it was, something got her attention. I unspread my legs and crossed them, but that really didn't help my rocket situation and it felt like I was going to slip out of the top, so I spread my legs again, this time not as wide.

M released my head and pulled back slightly, revealing her now exposed breasts that had fallen out of her top and didn't try to cover them up. Instead, she arched back slightly and squeezed me with her legs.

M had her back to Sara from this position, but Sara could see M's exposed breasts while I was about a foot away from them, looking straight ahead at her hard nipples. I looked up to see if Sara had seen me glancing at M's breasts, but was shocked at what I saw. Sara had a sheen of perspiration on her forehead, and appeared to be almost in a daze as she stared down at my crotch while gently rubbing her nipple on the outside of her suit.

M didn't have a clue what Sara was doing as she layed on her side with her thighs around me. She wasn't applying submission pressure, but she definitely had me because I could barely move. We stayed like this for quite a while with M letting out the occasional grunt and Sara continued doing what she was doing until I finally dug my bare feet into the mats and tried to turn M to her back in a surprise move that actually worked. I think I caught her off guard when I did it. I had M on her back , but she wasn't letting go of the scissors which was now around my waist. The change in positions brought Sara out of her fog, although when I looked up, she was still rubbing her breast until she saw me looking, and then she quickly stopped. I was able to stand briefly, but M brought me to my knees with her scissors, so I reached back and slid my arm between my side and one of her thighs to try to break her scissors. I was twisted, looking down at her, watching her breasts bounce as she layed on her back and my arm was tight in between her thigh and my side. I pushed up and forward quickly, rolling her into a cradle. I had her shoulders buried into the mats in this position and I heard Sara speak behind me, saying “ooohhh, a cradle” as I tried to gain more control of the hold, which was difficult to do with my one arm trapped against my side. M's breasts were pancaked as they wiggled while she struggled to escape and she looked concerned for the first time in the match. If we had been wrestling a pin match, I had her. Her shoulders had been pinned for several 3 counts as we kind of stalemated in our positions. I wasn't letting up and she wasn't letting go of that damn scissors. We had been like this for about 2 minutes, when she bit her lip and then grunted loud, pushing me backwards with her thighs and throwing me off balance as she kept her scissors around me. My back slapped the mat as I went down with M right on top of me and then she took me to my side again, this time keeping my one arm trapped in her scissors against my waist. She had me good this time, I only had one free arm to try to do anything with. My pocket rocket hadn't gone down any, if anything, I was now harder than before. The only thing I could think to do was try to grab M with my free arm, but soon learned that was a big mistake. As my arm reached up to try to grab M's head, she grabbed my wrist with both hands and pulled my arm toward her. I was screwed now, she had me. I just got outwrestled by my friend's 45 year old Mom. I was staring at her breasts and then looked up and we made eye contact. M smiled and then pulled on my arm, forcing my face against one of her breasts. I slid her nipple between my lips and we laid like this for several minutes with Sara watching. M finally released my arm, pulled back and asked if I submitted. I said yes, as I glanced at her stiff, glistening nipple.

M released her scissors and laid on her back while I laid on my back a few feet away. Sara started clapping, congratulating us on our match while saying “Wow, that was the most exciting match I've ever seen, the cradle and scissors holds were outstanding”. Sara then kneeled on the mats between us and asked if I would ref a match between her and M.