Me vs Aunt

[Kidman]

Story of me winning my first BJ from beating my aunt and link to all the stuff I've written in August, some finished but most not. Link goes to the section of my club with all the monthly shoots so click through if you want to read them.
Hope you enjoy,
Stone
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My first post match bj

I had a match against my aunt Maureen, or just Reenie for short.
This wasn't the first time I was paired up against my petite aunt. I started to wrestle the adults since I was thirteen, having been taller than them since I was around 11 or 12.
All matches had the ladies in one piece swimsuits while the guys did it in speedos. In the adult matches, if you lost the loser gave the winner head so I've been on the receiving end of many of Reenie's facesits. But this day marked my first win and post match victory bj.

She wore a shiny metallic blue one piece that hugged her firm B cup breasts so tight I could always see her stiff nipples when we'd wrestle.
My aunt is approximately 5'0" and weighs around 120 I'd suspect--I'm in my thirties trying to remember the details so you'll forgive me if it's hazy. She has light brown hair to her shoulders and wrestles with it loose except has a hairband on to keep it out of her eyes--it's always crackly with hairspray.
I was fifteen by the time I had actually beaten her, starting to wrestle very lightly at thirteen, spent the better part of that year with Uncle Bruce, Reenie's husband, teaching me the rules and there was so much not allowed bullshit it pissed me off. Bruce was always compeletely fair and patient with an extremely inpatient kid, myself, who thought I was going to be the hulk hogan of my family; Bruce is also 6'1" and a cop. But he was an in-law and technically he could compete if he chose to but family was mandatory which was why he was tapped to teach me. Since my own father, who was the oldest, was something of a bully as a kid so everybody always beat him now as an adult even though he routinely worked out. Ironically it was Maureen and Bruce's only son, Mikey, who would become our family's ultimate champion once he got to his teens and grew like a goddamn weed overnight to match his father's height.

My sister never won a match but my aunt Cathy's two daughters, who were younger than Mikey, could never fully beat him and now, in 2012, he has retired the championship as my family line has come to an end. Well technically my dead uncle Danny has three sons, I am so bad since I forget their names (one set of twins and another boy three years older) but they were some invitro thing since my uncle had HIV and later died of aids. He was a wonderful guy, but because he got the bug so early I never seen him fight but from what I'm told he wasn't any good. Still he was my favorite uncle cuz he didn't treat me like a kid all the time like everybody else.

So aunt reenie and I are circling each other, both bent over, on the mats. Never one to be patient I charged at her, going for a takedown, she being smaller and lighter caught me in a front face choke as we went down, kind of a guillotine choke. Even though she was so much smaller, her feminine arms had an incredible strength that always surprised me, not like she had biceps or was somekinda buff gym rat; she was a housewife. I struggled for a second and was able to slip my head free, now with the top mount our hands were a flurry of trying to grab ahold of each other. The rules--though only for me because I was still a minor--don't allow any striking; not even slaps or hairpulling, though non-painful sexual holds were still cool since they count as a distraction. So basically we were just trying to grab an arm or a wrist. Usually you grab a wrist, bend it painfully, than get some armlock or something.

Uncle Jimmy was reffing the match, crouched down so close to us I was almost afraid he was gonna catch a random elbow in the eye as mine and reenie's arms were smacking against each other trying to catch a proper hold. By pure accident I leaned forward to grab her arm and elbow but she pulled it away, quick as a snake and twice as slippery, than with her other arm, went to loop around my neck, to pull me off but I just ducked my head back in time and, after seeing her arm almost catch me I sat back, out of her range, so fast though that I accidentally sat all my weight down on her stomach.

My aunt Maureen made a loud "oomph" sound, grunted and went to hold her stomach. My dad, sitting on the sidelines--mom was recovering from her match on one of the cots along the back wall of the basement--told me, in his high pitch voice that he only uses when he's excited--started yelling, "Do it again, son! Do it again!" motioning to jump up and down on Maureen's stomach. I did this, bouncing on her flat tummy five or six times before she was retching and dad ordered me to "Finish her! Choke her out!"
So I did; I rolled off her and got a rear naked choke, wrapping my scrawn arms around her throat as she coughed and gagged, weakly trying to pull my arm but I had it synched tight.
While I wasn't great she was too beaten up to offer any resistance she didn't want to tap but Jimmy was kinda like, "C'mon Reenie, it's over." She reluctantly gave a meek tap on the mat and Jimmy didn't hestitate to pull me off like I had any hope of putting her out. He raised my hand and announced--maybe a little reluctantly but I still felt triumphant--me the winner and dad reacted like I just won my first superbowl.

She took a minute to get her breath back, holding her stomach with both hands, sitting on her ass as Bruce looked on worried but clapped a little saying, "good match, baby," but it was real half hearted and empty. After she got her breath back, she slid over on her knees. Dad had whispered some instructions in my ear while Reenie recovered and I had to admit it was a fiendish plan. When I came back to the center I was sporting major wood knowing my first ever BJ wa about to be delivered on a silver platter. I wanted to talk shit, pull out my dick and tell her to "come and eat it bitch," but I knew everybody would get really pissed because I didn't win the match cleanly or some bullshit.

Aunt Reenie yanked down my waist band and started jacking my young boner before she wrapped her lips around it. I let out a sharp gasp as her tongue assaulted my organ, sucking me deep in her warm mouth. I was running my fingers through her crackly hair and told her to pull her tits out.

Bruce stood up abruptly and pointed a finger at me. "Listen, she is still your aunt and you WILL show her respect," he said sternly. I apologized and said, "Aunt Maureen could you please pull out your breasts so I may play with them." This was within her discretion to turn me down but I guess she didn't want to seem like a sore loser--or maybe just being nice for my first win--and, stopped sucking me off to pull down the straps of her swimsuit, exposing her nice honeydew sized boobs. I was groping her tits when she resumed blowing me. It was just spectacular, she went in deep and fast, jacking off the base as she went back up. It was too good in fact and I felt the familair feeling of my balls ready to unload their warm gooey goodness and I let go of her boob to hold onto her hair in a tight grip as I shoved my cock down her mouth. About two thrusts and I my whole body shook as though I were having a seizure as the orgasm rippled through my body with an intensity I had never felt--but I was still a virgin then. But hell it felt a LOT better than jerking off, my legs almost gave out.

It was than I remembered dad's instructions and with one hand in her hair my other one pinched her nose shut as my dick still spewed my goo into her mouth. Reenie was taken aback and kinda flailed against me for a moment, I felt her hand slapping on the back of my thigh, near my bare ass and I held her there until the orgasm had finished and I let go of her nose and hair simultaneously. She fell back on her haunches, coughing and gagging, gasping for air.

Bruce looked at me with a cold glare and said that was a shitty thing to do. Dad of course was laughing *hysterically* like one the horrible punch lines of his favorite corny jokes he oh-so loved to tell as though he was like George Carlin--I know Carlin didn't really tell "jokes" per se but you get my meaning. Aunt Maureen calmed Bruce down saying it was fine but she did look a little pissed at my underhanded tactic. I didn't have to worry though since I would be having a rematch with her in a few months where I would have the longest, most painful match I can still remember with her.

[Jessikafights]

As a lezzie I'm basically only into f-f fights, but enjoyed the bit of wry humour in your story. Keep posting! It might help to encourage others to come out of retirement, or woodwork, to post ... Tee hee! :-)

Meaow
Jessie

[Kidman]

maybe you'd like to do Ariel X, i follow her on twitter and she's openly lez too but as a dude I primarily am into mixed stuff and fem submissive--as many wrestling stories are male sub but I'll try to do some f/f stuff, I mostly like prostyle but I'll keep you in mind.
Stone