Wrestle-sluts I
By Stone

Gina didn't like it but this was her assignment and she was going to get the job done. When Francine, Gina's 38 year old mother, said she wanted to join Wrestle-Sluts I was not the least bit apprehensive. I did however need to require that she display at least a little bit of wrestling knowledge and because I wasn't one to go up against a rookie, I thought the best person for the job would be her own daughter. Gina was adamant about getting in the same ring with her mother, mainly because matches in the Wrestle-slut arena--a small warehouse in the downtown district of Dimisville--were not quite as professional as the ones on tv. In fact, usually the winner would have to be the one who either sexually dominates her opponent--"aggro's" I called them, the type of girls who craved combat more than sex (these were the ones I sent to the serious clients that were not just out for an easy lay)--or who genuinely just enjoys getting off while either forcing themselves on the opponent or allowing themselves to be pinned--this class was known as simple "jobbers," for the ones who enjoy laying down, and "lovers," who just enjoy a good fucking.
Gina wore a skimpy light blue bikini and thong that accentuated her slim figure. At 18, she was 5'6" and weighed 127lbs. with creamy skin, auburn hair, puppy dog like brown eyes and a pert B cup chest. Her mother was in quite good shape for her age--most of her time spent in a gym. For being the fall she still had the residual of a tan--probably from a booth--and had her obvious dyed blonde hair hanging loose to her shoulders. She was a voluptuous 44D and had slim hips, a flat stomach not to mention the tightest ass I've ever seen--this going from experience with the other teenagers.

She had a few small lines under her eyes and had a light speckling of freckles on her arms and neck. She wore a near transparent mesh black bikini that did absolutely nothing to conceal her hard nipples which were sticking through the top. I was not sure whether this would be a sexual fight or an all and out brawl. Something told me that from the way Gina was acting prior to getting into the ring she was more nervous about having her mother's hands on her nude body than actually losing.

I rang the bell--a couple of the girls had chipped in to get a real bell because there was something inanely silly about me yelling "Ding"--and watched Gina walk out of her corner apprehensively. Francine seemed a lot more bold, walking into the center of the mat, shoulders hunched, waving her daughter to come at her. Gina lashed out an arm which Francine easily slapped away.

The blonde laid a quick slap across Gina's face. It was more insulting than painful; almost like a lovetap. This angered Gina and she let loose a primal roar and ran at her mother. Francine easily side-stepped her daughter but quickly yanked the brunette's arm behind her back in a hammerlock and added a hair pull for measure, yanking back on Gina's head. She pushed the girl into the ropes and started talking trash while Gina tried to pull her mother's hand from her hair.

"C'mon little girl, you gotta put up a better fight than that," she hissed into Gina's ear, cinching her arm up higher; a painful grimace on her face. Francine let go and put her arms in the air as she backed away, smiling like she had every intent on schooling her daughter; I was most impressed since Gina was one of the better girls in the teen division of Wrestle-sluts. She rubbed her arm and stared daggers back at her mother. Francine started waving at her daughter to try again.

Gina faked a leg dive and instead speared her mother. Francine was pushed back a couple steps but now she had Gina's head locked between her arms in a DDT type position--I hoped she wouldn't do such a dangerous move. Francine sighed, like she was more or less upset that her daughter would try such a weak move so early in the match.

"Hey!" she yelled and yanked up on Gina's thong, giving the poor girl a nasty wedgie. She yelped and started slapping her mother on the ass. She sent a knee into Gina's chest which all but made her collapse onto her knees; a loud "oooof" sound echoed off the mat as a low groan emitted from her lips.

"What did I tell about being stupid," she continued to berate her daughter, this time pulling her up by the hair and laying a loud slap across her pretty face. Gina fell to the mat, one hand on her face, the other on her stomach. Francine sighed and unhooked her bikini top. I sat up at this point, trying to shuffle away the uncomfortable bulge in my jeans as I watched Francine straddle her daughter's waist.

"How many times did I tell you to go for the tits," she said in an almost disappointed tone, shaking her head with pity. She ripped off Gina's top and began crushing the girl's soft breasts. Gina squealed but seemed to determined to choke back the pain. Francine still held Gina's right breast in her hand, squeezing the girl's flesh between her fingers, while the other pressed the girl's cheeks together so Gina's lips were pursed.

"You must learn to block out the pain dear," she said matter-of-factly, as if explaining that breakfast was the most important meal of the day. Everytime Gina cried out, her mother would lay an opened palm slap across the girl's now red cheeks. She did her best to bite her lip but from the way her nails were digging into the mat, she clearly wasn't enjoying herself.

"Here," she said, releasing Gina's nearly deflated boob and pulling the girl's hands up to her might jugs. "Squeeze mommie's titties," she commanded. At first Gina seemed afraid but after another quick, less painful, slap Gina began kneading her mother's orbs. The teen seemed disgusted, as if she was forced to clean out a sh*t stained toilet. Francine on the other hand seemed almost ecstatic.

"Mmmm, yes baby. Harder! Squeeze mommie's big titties harder!" I was wide-eyed as I watched the busted mother gyrate her hips and throw her head back moaning. Just than she pushed away Gina's hands and pulled her daughter's face up to her plentiful cleavage. Gina's face was rubbed between Francine's large, round melons. "Oh yes, suck on my hooters," Francine sighed. I thought of calling the match,since it was obvious Gina had been sexually dominated but I was curious to see how the rest of the match went--besides, I never got the hand signal to end it so what harm could it do.

Just than Francine let loose a glass shattering screech; her hands flailing in the air before they started pulling on her daughter's hair to try and remove Gina from her breasts. She was successful and they both fell back, simultaneously rubbing their sore boobies. Gina was quick to recover however and did a baseball slide where she scissored her mother's head between her slim legs.

Gina continued her breast assault until she was too trapped between her mother's thighs. She had gotten to close to the leggy blonde and started tearing at her mother's mesh bottoms. Francine was more successful in removing her daughter's thong and started tonguing Gina's box. I could tell this not only from the teen hunnie's moans but because I heard the unmistakable sound of somebody sucking on a pussy.

Gina released her head scissors--probably because she knew she was close to cumming from only a minute or two under her mother's probably skilled tongue (she was going to town and you can tell she just wasn't an amateur)--but Francine was smarter and kept her ankles locked tight. Gina was either down to low to have access to her mother's cunt or she was just too bashful to follow Francine's example.

She continued to finger her daughter's wet snatch while teasing Gina by increasing the pressure on the headscissors off and on. I could see Gina's hips move along with her mother's fingering and from the way she was kneading her mother's ass cheeks, she was probably close to cumming.

"You gonna cum for me you little bitch," Francine begged the question but Gina only responded with beleaguered moans. Francine suddenly let go of her headscissors and shot a painful punch right into Gina's pubic area, just above the brown patch of pubes. The girl curled into a ball as Francine got up. She pushed her daughter around with her foot until Gina was lying on her back. The blonde removed her mesh bottoms and, after taking a second to throw me a smile while slipping a finger between her legs, she slowly planted her ass on Gina's face.

I saw this coming since it was almost how every match ended. Her tits were molested again and by the time Francine finished, after a trembling orgasm that looked like it was something faked for the cameras--we film all the matches--I was pretty sure she had smothered poor Gina into unconsciousness. Whether she had serviced her mother or not was between them because I never knew. So there was without a doubt another newcomer to Wrestle-sluts.