Wrestling with Mom - Sex Stories

Wrestling with Mom

... weird to start again, and even on the cheek felt odd. It felt more romantic than just how sons naturally behave. Because of all our wrestling, I joined the wrestling team at middle school and then high school. I wasn’t good but I at least got fit. My scrawny body got some lean muscle. I was pretty proud of that and I loved showing off to whoever including Mom. I’d wear cut-offs and walk around shirtless. I’d flex and growl for her and wrestle with her and pin her to the ground. It was still just playing, of course, and the immature i****tuous love I felt for her was still just an uneasy feeling whenever my crotch rubbed against her for a second. Mom worked as a nurse on the nightshift. It seemed perfect to me. She’d work while I slept, then while I was at school, she’d sl**p. But my senior year of high school, this change. She had been working “per diem” which I guess means when they needed her. It paid more but was less reliable. Normally she worked about 30 hours a week but over the summer, they stopped calling her. People were still getting sick, but the hospital had to make cuts and per diem nurses got paid most, so they got cut first. She didn’t work at all in July and I remember Mom had a paper route because she was strapped for cash. I worked it with her and though I hated early mornings, it was a great time. We’d blast the stereo and sometimes deliver papers in old Halloween costumes. She once went as a lifeguard. It was a one-piece but still, wow! She had the boobs ...

... and legs for it, I think so anyways. But I was eating ravenously, more so than most teens so I could carbo-load for training and I wanted a gym membership and also a home gym with dumbbells from 2.5 lbs. to 60 lbs. I didn’t really understand we couldn’t afford everything till she asked me to find a job. I worked retail and hated it and got asked to resign after about six months, which was crap since I also got Star employee statuses for two months after customers commended my great service. All my money went to Mom, except what she used to spoil me with weekend pizza and my workout stuff. But because I working so much, I had to drop wrestling. I discussed it at length with my mom beforehand. I asked her how much we needed the money. “Bad.” Our car was getting too costly to constantly repair and we needed a new used one. Even a $3,000 rust bucket was too much for us but we needed a car. But I really loved wrestling. Possibly because it reminded me of those times with Mom (not in a sexual way) or maybe because I liked being fit and having something in common with my meathead friends – we didn’t share too many other bonds and when I quit, we separated and I never looked back. But I loved the sport and those idiots at the time so I suggested if I could work just weekends or only 20 hours a week. But Mom was being unreasonable, or so I thought. “How about YOU start working!” I yelled. Bear came running in the room, barking and jumping on us. It’s the only time I made my dog yelp in ...