Ch. 02: Rematch
After defeating mom in a crazy wrestling match in the morning I wasn't sure what would happen when I got home so I stayed out until late that evening. I mean, it was like nothing I thought would ever happen. Yes you argue with family all the time...but being 38 and ending up wrestling my 55 year old mom in naked fight that saw us use sex as a weapon to try to defeat each other?? The fact we started in bathrobes with no clothes on underneath, you could come to a reasonable conclusion that two people would end up naked as they thrashed about. The eroticism of the nude bodies struggling and sweating and rubbing against each other could also explain how we were both excited and aroused physically...and yes, it was completely unintentional when my dick entered her pussy as I pinned her to the floor in a full body pin/bearhug hold. If you would have asked me ahead of time, I would have said that would have never happened and if it did I would have said we would have stopped immediately.
But it did happen and we didn't stop. We escalated it and began to fuck each other as part of the fight to try to render the other helpless by bringing them to orgasm where we could claim complete victory. Even after making her cum I pounded home my victory by face fucking her until I came all over her face and rubbed it in with the heel of my foot. As I thought about it during the day I didn't know what got into me...or her...and what would come of this. That's why I stayed out as late as possible, being embarrassed at having to face her. I spent the day at my house helping with construction and the night at the local Italian restaurant, eating at the bar and knocking back a nice bottle of Chianti while watching the basketball game before heading back to mom's place. Thankfully she was sleeping and I was able to just go to bed myself...not having to deal with it until the morning. As I got undressed and got in bed, that was all I was thinking about though and I found myself getting a hard-on. I must be going nuts I thought to myself as thoughts of our fight earlier dashed through my head until I fell asleep.
When I woke up I as just as hard but managed to take my morning piss and put on my robe to go downstairs. I was wondering if only wearing a bathrobe again was a good idea but I quickly said to myself nothing like what happened yesterday would ever happen again. Mom was already in the kitchen as I walked into it. I grabbed a cup of coffee and sat down to read the paper across from her. It was awkward to say the least. We sat there silently for about 5 minutes when I broke the silence. Mom, I said, I want to apologize for what happened yesterday. Oh really, she said, what did happen yesterday? Well, I responded, I don't know. I mean, I – I didn't expect that and I don't know what came over me or you. What do you mean what came over me, she barked back at me. You're the one who was out of control. I was not, I said, you're the one who started the whole thing to begin with mom. I didn't want to fight and I certainly didn't want to...well...whatever happened. Look, I was just trying to apologize mom...and she cut me off by getting up and walking over to me...you should apologize to me she said as she pointed her finger at me...and you should consider yourself lucky is all, she continued as she jabbed her finger into my shoulder a couple of times. What are you talking about lucky, I asked her. Completely forgetting the conciliatory tone I started out with I continued, I wasn't lucky, I just finished what you started and I meant what I said that if you wanted another ass-beating I'd gladly be the one to dish it out to you I said to her as I stood up right in front of her now and poked my own finger into her shoulder a few times. Well, that's all it took as we ended up grabbing each other right there in the kitchen. We jostled on our feet before leaning onto the kitchen table. We had each other slightly bent over in a mutual headlock hold with our robes quickly becoming undone already.