This follows on from Wrestle with Mother, featuring 21 year old Petes family wrestling fantasies. its helpful to set the scene with that one first but not absolutely essential.
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The week following our wrestling fuck fall knockout, Mother had been a bit coy. I'm kind of guessing that she was a bit surprised and guilty about how much she had enjoyed it when I fucked her hard and declared myself the winner.
Still, it was a Thursday and I was on my way home from the gym. I knew that my arrival would coincide with the ending of her favourite Superstar wrestling program on the TV.
I was feeling very horny and I was hoping for a re run motherfuck.
Sure enough, Mother was on the sofa watching the wrestling.
Even better, she was wearing her patent stilettos and nylons. This coupled with a short skirt that only just covered the welts of her stockings and a tight white blouse, raised my expectations for a re run.
I plonked myself down beside her.
Mother was already in a lather, watching two of her favourites throwing each other around the ring.
She got really breathy and thigh rubbing when they were grappling on the canvas though.
I was wondering whether I should pre empt things by changing in to Mothers favourite trunks.
"Oh this is really good Pete." mother murmured.
Her hand was resting on her thigh. I felt sure that she was getting ready to relieve her tension as her fingers hovered under her hemline.
"Did you know there is a wrestling show in town this weekend?"
Mother asked, without taking her eyes from the screen.
"Uh no." I replied.
"Do you fancy coming with your Mother to watch?"
She breathed.
"Er no." I replied without thinking. I had no desire to watch guys wrestling. My interest was only feigned.
At that moment, one of the wrestlers had the other in a painful hold and after much sweating and grunting, a submission was obtained.
Mother gasped. Had she just self orgasmed I wondered? Then she turned to me.
"Okay, I'll find someone else to go with." she snapped.
At that point she got up and strutted off to her bedroom, leaving me nursing an almighty erection. My eyes followed her superb bottom as her heels clacked across the floor. She slammed the door behind her.
At that point I knew I had fucked up.
I sat there cursing myself for giving the wrong answer. Now she would go with someone else and they would get the benefit of her arousal. Especially at a live bout!
Then it got even worse. I could hear moaning coming from her bedroom. I ventured nearer to be sure. Yes, she was masturbating. Her moaning reaching fever pitch and then a very loud orgasm. I suspect all was for my benefit to show me what I was missing.
There was only one solution. I went to the bathroom and ransacked the laundry basket.
Success! A pair of Mother's panties.
I rushed back to my bedroom. Pushed them in to my face and savouring Mother's heavenly aromas from the cotton crotch, I banged one out. Grunting to orgasm in no time at all.
Fast forward to Saturday.
Mother had barely spoken to me all week. I heard the front door slam as she left to go to the wrestling.
I settled down to watch TV and wondered who she was going with. I had spent all week regretting my answer and masturbating to the same pair of panties. I was sure as hell that I had now sniffed all the aroma out of them.
The wash basket hadn't been replenished. Mother knew too much about my little perversion.
About 10 pm and there was lots of noise at they front door as a very drunk Mother and Auntie Sue fell through the doorway.
They stumbled through in to the living room. I let my eyes feast on the sight.
The pair of them were all glammed up. Red lipstick and nails, high heels, skirts, and what looked like nylons.
"Here's my grumpy son." Slurred Mother "Wouldn't come to the wrestling."
"I'm not grumpy Mother, I just thought you'd enjoy it more going with a friend. So, did you enjoy it?"
"Oh yes," they both giggled, "It was bloody fantastic. Five bouts of hunky sweaty guys grappling at close quarters. What's not to like."
"I've been telling your Auntie about your wrestling coaching and I showed her the photos of you in your trunks."
I was genuinely taken aback. We had sworn secrecy. The first time she's drunk she starts to share stories. How much had she told Auntie Sue? Was it the same close up photos of my crotch?
I was literally lost for words and didn't reply whilst the scenarios ran round my head.
The two of them were busy talking about the bouts they had watched, discussing the moves and the wrestlers like a pair of excited teenagers.
There was lots of thigh grinding going on, I could literally hear the sound of their nylon thighs rubbing as they sat giggling and gasping. I could see Mother's hand hovering around her hemline, she always did this when she got excited. She was itching to masturbate.
"Auntie Sue really liked the photos." Mother went on, apparently unaware of how awkward I was feeling. "She would love to see you in your trunks. I told her you were better than those guys in the ring."
I was half terrified and half excited at the prospect of parading in front of my Mother and Auntie, but was still frozen.
"Go on Pete." Auntie Sue interjected. "Don't be shy. It's only your mother and Auntie, you're quite safe with us. I'd love to see if you are as ripped as your Mum says."
I eventually agreed to go and get changed. Meanwhile, they cracked open another bottle and proceeded to get drunker and rowdier.
I went in search of the battered pair of trunks. They were only just usable, but I slipped them on.