Debby was working up a helluva sweat, the 40-year-old short brunette with a thick middle and full, round ass dancing before the TV set as her favorite aerobics tape played. She had her hair pulled back in a curly ponytail and wore a tight T-shirt, her huge tits bouncing with the music, and tiny gray shorts over her incredibly muscular thighs, and short black socks and sneaks down below. It was the legs Deb was most proud of; she'd often get comments on their hardness, their muscularity, and she loved it. Her ex-husband did not, however, and they were divorced several years ago after Deb had taken to squeezing him too hard during their playful wrestling matches, and during sex later.
Jason, her 18-year-old slacker son, was on his way out the door, despite having been grounded by his mom for mouthing off. The scraggly teen walked by the room his mom was aerobicizing in and shook his head.
"Fucking muscular bitch," he growled. "How you gonna get a man with those legs?"
Deb seethed. She was a strict disciplinarian but nothing seemed to work with her punk son. She rarely got physical with him, but today seemed the time to bring it on strong. She smiled and walked to the door, blocking his exit.
"You're grounded, son of mine, so get your ass back to your room and clean it up," she hissed, poking him in the chest; at 5-3, she was considerably smaller than his 6 feet, but she was thick, compact and hard, while he was tall, skinny and not at all strong.
"Fuck you, thunder thighs," he growled. "I'm outta here."
He reached for the door, and Deb snapped a strong hand over that wrist, smiling up at him: "I don't think so, Jace."
With that, she spun him around, slammed him face first into the door and twisted his arm high up his back for a painful hammerlock. He squealed in pain as Deb stood close to him, working the hold.
"Fucking bitch!" he squeaked, trying to free himself.
"You'll pay for that," she barked, punching the hold on harder.
She let him back away from the door and waltzed them into the living room. There she worked a headlock on him, her thick arm crushing his neck. She had him bent over and he fought her hard, but succeeded only in getting bulldogged to his hands and knees, Deb perched on his back, her short, thick legs wrapped around his sides squeezing hard as her muscular arm punished his head.
"Mom...stop...goddamit..." he wheezed, leaning on one hand now as he used the other to try pulling first her arm then her legs from him,without success. Deb stayed on him like a blanket, smiling as the sweat poured down her face and made the fabric of her tight T-shirt stick to her body.
"No way, son, you need to be taught a lesson," she growled, biting his ear.
Deb rolled to her back, relinquishing the headlock and concentrating on her bodyscissors. Her thick thighs crushed Jason's skinny midsection as she sat up behind him. He howled in pain and tried to pry loose his mom's socked ankles, but she squeezed harder.
"Now, young man, do you apologize?" she said calmly. "Or do I REALLY show you what your mama's legs can do?"
"Fuck....you..." Jason said, unwisely.
"Your call," she said with a sigh.
She popped her legs open only to grab his long hair and pull him backwards, the back of his head slamming to her crotch and her meaty thighs mousetrapping shut on his ears for a vicious headscissors hold. Her big legs bulged around the bulk of Jason's head sandwiched between them, thick creases of muscular separation down the sides, her jagged calves knotting in muscle above her socks as she crossed her feet. She leaned up on her elbows and looked down at his red face with satisfaction.
"Jason, I can hold you in this scissor hold all day if I choose, and believe me, I'll be getting my exercise, by doing stuff like THIS!!!"
With that, she went into a violent, brutal snapping motion, drawing her locked feet up and then slamming them out hard, her big muscular thighs quivering like a keg of fleshy woman meat and then setting in hard steel as she pulverized her son's screaming head over and over, for a solid minute. When she stopped, he was whimpering.
"Please...mom...no...no more...legs hurt..."
Deb smiled. "No SHIT they hurt, why do you think your dad left? Anyway, I want an apology, and I want you to mean it, and I want you to know you're grounded for two weeks now, not just one!"
Jason bucked on that one and he spat out a string of curses at his mother. She shook her head.
"Boys never learn," she laughed to herself.
Just then the phone rang, inches away from Deb on a side table in the living room. She hunkered down the leg lock, forcing Jason to shut up. She answered it.
"Oh, hi, Bobby, no, Jason can't come out today...actually, he's grounded for two weeks, so it will be some time before he hangs out with you guys again," Deb said calmly, thrusting her thighs on her son's head to quiet him down. "But you can speak to him now if you'd like. He's a little tied up, has a headache, actually, but here, let him tell you why!"
She held the phone down to her son's red face. Jason refused to speak, even as he heard Bobby calling his name, sounding confused.