She had a no nonsense attitude and told me to get in my start position. I picked myself up off the mat as she walked up and swung a slap I managed to duck just in time. She brought up a knee; I couldn't tell if it was aimed at my lowered head or towards my balls but I caught it, grabbing mom by her thick thigh. She wasn't a big woman at all but her legs were a product of her plump ass but they weren't soft as the weight of their muscle was quite evident. She hopped on one foot for a moment before grabbing a handful of my hair, getting me in a headlock. After that we tumbled to the mat and rolled around briefly; I ended up getting mom on her stomach with both of her wrists pinned behind her in dual hammerlocks, almost like she was handcuffed.
"Oh fuck," I moaned as mom started pushing her voluptuous ass against the stiff erection poking through my boxer briefs. I leaned into it, sighing as I found myself almost unconsciously dry humping my mother's butt. When I thought I was getting close, mom suddenly wrapped her thick legs around my waist, scissoring me as they almost seemed to pop out like coiled springs. I grunted as she squeezed the air completely out of me; I started seeing spots before my eyes when I felt mom's hand reaching underneath to tease my cock through my underwear with short tugs. I grunted each time she alternated by pumping her thighs or giving my dick a series of fast strokes; after she had gotten me in the body scissors I had released her wrists to try and pry her legs apart.
"Enough," mom said, clearly frustrated. "Honey, I need you to concentrate; you almost lost two matches because of that thing between your legs." She stood, rubbing her sore arm where I had her in a double hammerlock, and told Sara it was her turn. I had been slow to rise and was surprised when the blonde grabbed me from behind, locking in a full nelson. I tried to struggle but was still winded from mom's scissors and had no energy as Sara powered me down onto my knees.
"Now let's see if we can test your stamina, young man," mom said as she got on the floor with me, kneeling on the mat and pulling her bikini top off so her heavy breasts fell out--despite her age there was very little sag. She pushed her DD cups together, sandwiching them around my cock; I sighed as their softness enveloped my rod.
"Consider this a test," mom said very calmly as she fucked my dick with her sweaty tits while staring up at me even though our faces were barely inches apart. "If you can last for a ten second double team, we'll conclude today's lesson and Sara will give you a nice birthday blowjob," mom spoke as her tits jerked me off. I was breathless as I watched her beautiful orbs bounce up and down; her skin was so smooth it felt like she had lotioned up before the match--or maybe while I was being smothered. "But if you shoot your load all over mommy's breasts, you're going to really pay." I felt was involuntarily thrusting my hips and it took me a minute to notice that it was actually Sara controlling me like a puppet but I tensed up, trying my best as mom counted down.
"Five...four...three...tw--," she was cut off as I exploded like a canon, absolutely soaking her face until the majority dribble down over her bare tits; cascading like a waterfall. She was frozen in fury, mouth open in shock; I watched, a small whine forming in my throat, as her ruby red lips trembled in anger. She was still pancaking my penis between her boobs when mom used one index finger to wipe the jizz from her eyes; it was like someone hit her in the face with a banana cream pie.
"Take him to task, Sara," she growled and I was launched backwards in the air like I was being shot out of a catapult. It was nearly two o'clock when mom let me stumble out of her office; the pair of them each taking turns slamming, crushing or stretching me almost impossibly painful submission holds. Thankfully my balls never got the level of abuse my little sister had dished out but both Sara and mom were certainly world class cock teasers as they edged me the entire time; getting me just to the brink then stopping while I almost wanted to scream in frustration before they resumed squeezing me until I thought my head or ribs were going to crack under the pressure of their scissors.
I limped to the elevator, avoiding eye contact with everyone else; it's not like I had bruises all over me but my shame wouldn't allow me to see their faces. I got back to my car and saw a text from Kayla's mom asking me to come over as soon as I can; I groaned and replied that I was on my way. Simply turning the key on the ignition felt like torture; as I drove out of the underground parking garage I had hoped the rest of my birthday would end better. I thought about mom's last words before I left her office that I shouldn't be home late because she had a special party planned for me later. Judging by the sinister smile I doubt there would be cake and ice cream waiting for me later. "They probably won't even have that clown I wanted," I sighed aloud before getting on the freeway.
