Joanie immobilized her son (23) for around 20 minutes.
"Okay mom, you win! Let go of my arm!" The son exclaimed.
The mother let go of the boy's arm and quickly placed it on his face, a position that the boy found much more pleasant.
"You need to be stronger, you're a man! What are you going to do if someone tries to steal your girlfriend? Are you going to beg and offer your ass in return?"
That way you'll end up raising another guy's son," The mother argued, trying to motivate her son.
Joanie knew better than anyone that her son was far from a loser. The boy always had good grades at school and a sporting performance - he won some boxing tournaments. However, as a single mother, she could not afford to raise a weak man who would lose to a woman.
On the other hand, as a fighter it would be shameful to lose to any man. Especially for a 23 year old.
The two have trained together since Jack was a child. He has improved considerably since that time, the
managing to put the mother down a few times.
She was proud
"Okay, I'm not going to make you smell my sweaty ass today, you can go," Joanie said, right before farting. She reached out her hand, helping her beloved son (23) to his feet.
Jack looked completely exhausted and his mother looked at him full of happiness.
He had become the ideal man. Tall, handsome and with long straight hair. Furthermore, he was a generous lover, something that as a mother, she never thought she would know.
"Here, have some water and then we can take a nice bath," The mother said, handing a half-filled bottle to her son.
"Thanks," the boy took a long drink of water. "I prefer you like this, all sweaty. We can do a little more exercise if you want.
Joanie noticed that her son's giant tower was already erected. He had never looked like this after a workout.
"I can't believe you looked like this after smelling my sweaty ass. If you want us..."
The son didn't let his mother continue. Their lips met quickly and then the boy broke the kiss, looking into the matriarch's deep blue eyes.
"What do you say? We can play right here if you want," the boy offered and mom was very tempted to accept.
Since they became more intimate about three months ago, Joanie has struggled to stay in control of the relationship. She dominated him physically as she had always done with the people around her. However, her son was beginning to break this power relationship.
When they were in bed, she was no longer the powerful woman she had always prided herself on being. She became fragile. With him, she became a pathetic and fragile woman.
"I don't think so, kid," Joanie pushed her son, knocking him to the ground. "If you need me, I'll be in the shower."
Joanie took off her sweaty gray sport bra and tight bra set. She turned on the shower and let the delicious water fall over her beautiful, muscular body.
Jack arrived a few minutes later and joined her.
