Rolling with My Son

I never thought I'd become obsessed with Jiu-Jitsu as a 40 year old mother of two. I certainly never thought it would lead to the chain of events that followed. It all started six months ago when I was at the local salon and I got to chatting with my new hairdresser, Alexa. She had an amazing physique, confidently wearing yoga pants and a half top that exposed her ripped abs and tattooed arms.

I had just turned 40 the week before and was having somewhat of a mid-life crisis. Nothing too crazy, but physically I was feeling just blah and unmotivated. I grew up an extremely active and fit teenager, a high school gymnast and soccer player, but had been relegated to a treadmill and spinning classes as I raised my little ones. Now that Beth, 21, and Jason, 19, were in college, I had time on my hands and wanted to focus on myself, especially getting in shape.

I complimented Alexa on her body, asking her what she did to stay in shape. I was searching for tips and motivation wherever I could find it. That's when she told me about the Jiu-Jitsu gym her boyfriend owned. She said she went there daily and usually rolled with the smaller guys but she also had a women's class on Saturdays that she taught. She asked if I was interested in giving it a try. I knew from the experience of watching my son wrestle all through grade school that grappling sports were extremely demanding and burned a ton of calories. Being a little bored with life, and eager to try something new, I said yes.

At 5'3" and 110 pounds I was one of the smallest women in the room and I was very nervous. However, after the first class, I was addicted. Alexa said I was a natural. The balance, strength and quickness from being a gymnast was still inside me somewhere and I was dominating the newer women who were half my age. I even held my own with the group that had been doing it over a year and were blue or purple belts.

The next day I ordered my own gi, a two piece loose fitting martial arts outfit, and started watching videos on how to get better. I started practicing and working out in the basement during the week. Everything was going great for the next six months. I felt refreshed and more alive. I had found a hobby that I was passionate about, kept me fit, and I was happy. My husband would comment almost daily on how I looked better now than I did was I was 19. I encouraged him to give it a try, as he could stand to lose a little weight, but he always refused. His dad bod, which I had loved the last twenty years, was getting dangerously close to a beer bod but he didn't seem to care.

It was two weeks before Christmas when the unexpected happened. It was Saturday and I was dressed in my Jiu-Jitsu gi while drinking my morning coffee.

I was about to head to the class when I received a text from Alexa that the gym was closed. A water pipe had burst and there was water on the floor. A bit distraught, I went into the basement to talk to my husband John. The basement was an all purpose man cave of sorts with a couple of TVs, a small bar, and a little gym section. John was in his recliner, as he always was on Saturday mornings. He would sit there all day, doing crossword puzzles, watching football and drinking beer. A huge college football fan, Saturdays were usually his day and I tried to leave him alone.

"John, they canceled the gym, what the hell am I going to do now?"

John barely looked up from his puzzle, "Go for a run or something babe. Burn off some energy and relax."

"I'm just so mad, I had some new things I wanted to try this week. I don't want to run. Maybe you will roll around with me for a bit?"

John sighed, "Come on honey, I worked all week. You know I want to relax."

Hearing footsteps in the kitchen meant Jason was finally awake, he was home for Christmas break early. Our daughter, Beth, wouldn't be home until next weekend.

"Jason," I yelled up the steps as an idea sprung to mind.

Jason came down the steps in a t-shirt and gym shorts, still looking a little sleepy.

"What's up, Mom?"

"They canceled my class today, I need someone to roll with."

Jason laughed, "Come on, Mom. I would break you."

John spoke up from his recliner, "He's too big for you honey, you'll just get hurt. I am sure the gym will be ready next week. You can go one week without it."

I looked at my son, he was all of 6'1" and 190 pounds of muscle, he would certainly be difficult to handle. I thought about how Alexa told me she rolled with guys his size sometimes and it made her better and stronger. I wanted a challenge.

"Are you scared your little Mom will kick your ass? I remember a time when I pinned you."

Jason threw back his head and laughed, "I was like eight, Mom."

"Come on, Jason, I need to challenge myself."

Jason stared at me hard, he had an expression on his face I couldn't quite put my finger on.

Finally he said, "Ok, let's do it."

Moving to the corner of the basement on the same said of John, I started clearing the gym area of small dumbbells and Jason helped me put down the workout mats.

John looked over at us annoyed, "You are really doing this today?"

I gave him a look that brokered no argument.

"Fine, just keep the noise down and please finish before the game starts."

I turned to my son, "You ready?"

He stood there nonchalantly, "Ready if you are, Mom."

I quickly reached out in an attempt for an arm drag to get him off balance and circle to his back. It didn't go as I planned. He pulled me into him with one arm, almost lifting me off my feet, swept my leg, and dumped me to my back. He stood there grinning down at me. Annoyed, I tried to grab his leg, he moved it effortlessly away. My goodness, he was strong. I went at him twice more and it ended the same way, with me on my back, him towering above me smiling. I wouldn't quit so easily. I laid there, catching my breath while thinking of a better way to attack him when I noticed him staring at my chest. I looked down to see my gi robe had come loose, exposing my white sports bra and some cleavage. I was in fight mode and I didn't bother fixing it. Let him stare, I needed any advantage I could get.

I stayed on my back as he slowly circled, I tried to leg sweep but he stopped it and got on top and moved into my full guard. I am usually good at getting arm submissions from guard but Jason was just too strong. He pushed his hips into me, using his weight to keep me from creating any space. Trying to kick out, or swinging my hips to the side was futile, he ended up on top of me again, content in my guard and holding me pinned to ground. I tried time and time again to get a submission hold but every time he easily stopped me and pinned me in my full guard.

That's when I felt it. My son's cock was hard! I could feel him grinding his stiff dick against my pussy as he positioned himself between my legs in my guard. Shocked, I bucked my hips to get out while simultaneously trying to bring my leg up for an arm lock but he was just too strong and fast. He was back between my legs pressing his hard cock against me again, his eyes fixated on my B sized tits in my sports bra. I looked over to see if John noticed but we had two end tables and a couch obstructing our view. John couldn't see us. Jason saw me look and pulled me into him, sitting up on his knees, pulling me up into him like a lover so his cock was still pressing against me. How big was this thing? It felt huge. From this sitting up position, we could just see over the table. John was staring at his puzzle or the tv, paying no attention to us at all.

Jason pushed me back down, positioning his hard cock against my pussy again and pinning my arms back with his hands.

"Do you give up Mom? Or do you want more?" he said mischievously.

In hindsight, I should have seen the possibility of this coming. At his age he probably gets hard when the wind blows, and here I am rolling around on the floor with him in compromising positions. How could I blame him? I wanted to smack him to show him it was wrong but I was actually enjoying my young strong son pressing his cock against me. I should have ended it there but a part of me wanted to see how far it would go.

Feeling naughty at my thoughts, I said, "You're a lot harder to deal with than I expected." Emphasizing the word harder.

I felt him grind into me again, my pussy was getting wet.

"So do you want more, Mom?" he asked again while looking me in the eyes.

There I am, on my back, my son pressing his big hard cock against my pussy as he is asking me if I want more, with his father not 20 feet from us. I don't know if it was the size of his cock, his strong body, or the fact that he had the balls to try to fuck his mother with his father nearby but I knew how I would answer immediately.

"Yes, give me more, but you need to let me move my leg so you can get through my guard."

Taking my hint, he moved from my guard and sat back on his knees. His hard bulge visible in his shorts. With his cock no longer pressing against me, I thought about just getting up and ending it. It would be the right thing to do. Instead, I took a deep breath, then slipped my left leg out of my gi pants. My son seemed surprised in that moment I was actually doing it. He gazed down in wonder at my almost sheer white thong and the shape of my sex. He snapped out of his trance a moment later, kneeling up on one leg, glancing over the table at his father, then pulled his shorts down and slipped his leg out.

I couldn't help but gasp as his cock and balls were revealed. He was hung like a horse. My husbands six inch cock was nice but it seemed to get smaller with his beer belly growing larger over the years. My sons muscular abs accentuated a cock that was at least three or four inches longer than his fathers and over half again as thick. My pussy grew wetter as I ogled his bouncing shaft.

John must have heard my gasp and said, "Honey are you ok?"

Thinking fast, I told him the truth, "Yes...yes, babe. I think you may be right, he may be too big for me." I smiled devilishly. What had gotten into me?

I was being naughty but I meant it. I didn't know if I could handle him. Jason smirked at the comment.

"Take it easy on your mother, Jay," John quipped.

Jason deadpanned, "I am Dad, but she wanted this."

"Yeah, well your mother can be crazy sometimes. The game starts in 15 minutes, so let's wrap it up soon."

Jason winked at me, then said, "I can go all day Dad, it's up to Mom."

Can he really fuck all day with that monster? Good lord. Looking down at his hard cock now laying heavily on my stomach up to my belly button, I spoke loudly and with sincerity, "I don't think it will be long before I am worn out."

Jason wasted no time reaching into my partially open robe and squeezing my tits roughly. Then he pushed my thong to the side, revealing my barely trimmed bush and wet pussy. With lust in his eyes he placed the large head of his cock at my slick entrance. This was it, no going back now, my son was going to fuck me with his massive cock while his dad sat literally feet away solving crossword puzzles.

He slid inside me, I bit down on my fingers to stop from moaning. One stroke, then another, then a third, deeper each time. It would take five more strokes until he was fully inside me, touching parts of me that his father could only imagine. I bit on my hand harder until I finally grew accustomed to the pain. He was going slow, clearly enjoying his little mother struggling beneath him. It felt fucken amazing, I wanted to scream in pleasure. He groped my breasts some more with his left hand, I tilted my head up to watch his length go in and out of me. I was going to cum violently and soon. I pushed my face up into his chest to muffle my moans as I came all over my son.

John must have heard something but was unsure of what was going on, "You ok honey? You almost finished?"

My body was flushed and I was still trembling, I didn't trust my voice after that amazing orgasm and still being filled dick but managed to eek out, "Yes, almost. Halfway finished babe."

I was panicked now, I needed Jason to cum before we got caught. John liked watching porn and dirty talk but I had no idea how he would respond to seeing me getting drilled by our son. Jason was still steadily plowing into my pussy, being careful not to make too much noise. He would slow his thrust at the bottom so it didn't make a slapping noise and then grind against me while his full length was buried in me, then he would then pull back slowly and do it all over again. He eventually pushed my left leg up and back against my chest and continued fucking me even deeper. Maybe he could fuck all day? I couldn't help but think what a stud he was. Nineteen years old and giving his 40 year old mother the fucking of her life. As amazing as it felt, I need him to cum. I pulled my sports bra down, his eyes growing wide, my hard nipples bared, I cupped my breasts then pulled on my nipples. I then reached between my legs and cupped his balls as he penetrated me, silently urging him to finish.

My son continued fucking me slowly, deeply, and deliberately as his eyes wandered from my stretched pussy to my tits and up to my face. What a sight I must be for him, pleasure and pain writ across my face as I watched his big cock penetrate me over and over again. Finally, his eyes seemed to bulge, he buried himself in me one last time, convulsing as he fell on top of me, I held his head and ran my hand through his golden curls as he released himself inside me, shooting what felt like an endless stream of cum deep inside me. We laid there for a minute, holding each other, his cock still inside me, stretching me, while listening to the sound of the national anthem and our labored but quiet breathing.

Suddenly, we both heard what sounded like John shifting in his leather recliner and we scrambled apart quickly, pulling our bottoms on. I fixed my robe and retied it before standing to look over the end table. John was still in his seat, he had just changed positions.

After Jason dressed and stood, I said loudly, "Thanks for helping me out today."

"No problem, Mom. You did great, you took everything I threw at you."

Naughty boy, but I did, didn't I?

John looked over, "Finally. I thought you two would never give me any peace. How was it?"

I looked at my strapping son, "He was just really big like you said babe. Even bigger than I expected once he was on top of me, but I think I was able to handle him after a while. I may be sore for a few days though."

I would be sore, just not where my husband thinks.

Jason started heading for the stairs and said over his shoulder, "Let me know when you are not sore anymore, I will help you again, Mom."

John interjected, "Just do it when I am not around next time."

I grinned at my husband, "That's a great idea, babe. You hear that Jason, we should do it when your Dad isn't around." Laughing at the crazy turn this day had taken. It had gone from disappointment that my class was canceled, to passionate sex with my son. Now here I was plotting to do it again when his father isn't around.

He stopped at the steps and said, "That is a great idea, Mom. That way Dad won't hear you screaming when I force you to submit."

I giggled at his boldness, "Dream on, Jay."

I turned back to John, "Do you want me to grab a fresh beer?"

He reached over and shook his can, "Yeah, I could go for another?"

"How about some food? We have burgers."

John looked perplexed as I was being overly nice, "Okay, I wouldn't say no to a cheeseburger with pickles and chips."

I smiled down at him, "Sure babe, I'll make it now."

I was starting to feel bad about what I did. Serving him food and drinks was the least I could do after fucking our son. I headed for the kitchen, wondering if I should tell him at some point. A decision for another day, I suppose.