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Wrestling With Mom – The Discovery

By Wolfboy

I guess I was 17 when it really started in earnest, but somehow I’d always knows that there was something more about her. She wasn’t really my mum, although I kind of thought of her in that way a little; she was the younger model that Dad had traded my actual mum in for when I was still pretty young, and then my real mum had kind of faded out of our lives to an extent, other than some very occasional visits around holidays and birthdays. Whatever she’d got in the divorce settlement had set her up very nicely for a new life in the United States. Ironically mum, the new version, was from the United States and she had moved over to England a few months before she and Dad had tied the knot.

Cora was her name, and she was almost always a lot of fun to be around. She was pretty, hand long brunette hair, and was for the most part, a bundle of energy. That energy came from a perfectly athletic frame I came to realise as I grew older. I was getting a little more interested in girls, and frankly I couldn’t help but notice that right here was a woman, not a girl, and one that seemed to have almost everything a man could want. She was always cheerful, even when she had the occasional day when she seemed to feel a little rundown. It was on those days that I started to realise that there was maybe a little more to her than met the eye. You see, she was always really happy on those days, like she was thrilled about something….but she also moved like she was in some sort of pain for a couple of days or so, before it would slowly subside. And it was never the same thing exactly; a sore back...a leg that hurt, and so on. There were even times when she’d wear a hat around the house for a couple of days. It was as if she was hiding something, but she’d always laugh it off. Dad? Well he didn’t really notice. He’d go to his work, come home, have this athletic beauty wait on him, then repeat the next day as if nothing had happened.

At first, I didn’t really think that there was much of a pattern to these spells of injury. They were infrequent, and seemed to happen on an irregular basis to me. Cora could go months without anything, then it could be twice in the space of three weeks. Slowly it dawned on me….it always followed the days when she decided she would work out at the gym rather than when she used the gym at home in the garage that Dad had fitted for her to use. Which she did regularly, but sometimes I guessed she just needed a change of scenery. That was what I’d thought, but that change of scenery, well it was obviously also pretty strenuous. And even then, it didn’t happen every single time she visited this other gym. Sometimes she would be absolutely fine. Sometimes not.

Life went on. Dad worked and seemed so engaged in that, to the point that he really didn’t seem to appreciate Cora all that much. Certainly not as much as he should have. She didn’t seem to mind all that much. There wasn’t really much spark between them, but she was happy and still the same bundle of energy.

I started to watch wrestling more and more, kind of as an escape from everyday life, but also, I’ll admit it, I did find a couple of the lady wrestlers pretty hot. OK...maybe it was more than just a couple. You get the point anyway.

For my 18^th birthday, my real mum had flown in from America and I got to spend a little bit of time with her, which was nice, but then she’d had to fly back home a say early to deal with some sort of unspecified emergency. Left with the choice of staying a night alone in the hotel we’d been staying in or going back home at that point, I figured I’d go back home. It wasn’t a long rail journey after all, and well, if you were smart about it, it usually didn’t cost anything either. Anyway, I got home with no expenses, and as I came out of the station, there was Cora, walking down the other side of the street, just past the entrance to the station. She didn’t see me, and I thought of calling out to her, and then I spotted that she had that little gym bag with her that she took with her every time she worked out away from home. And she was obviously heading to whichever gym it was that she used, because the car park, or the lot as she still called it, was behind her. That was odd as well, because I was pretty sure there was no gym in the direction that she was headed in either, just some old factory buildings that were no longer used, at least as far as I knew. Maybe a gym had opened up in one of those buildings? Either way, curiosity got the better of me. I didn’t call out to her, I followed her to see where it was that she was going.

Now I’m definitely no expert on following anyone, but fortunately for me, Cora wasn’t really overly aware of her surroundings. It was obviously a walk that she made often enough. She knew where she was going, it was pretty clear, and all I had to do was follow her brunette ponytail, shimmering in the winter sunshine, as it stuck out from the back of her faded blue baseball cap, swinging in time with her footsteps. She passed the first factory building, got halfway along the next building, then suddenly ducked through a doorway there. A plain door, just solid wood with black paint on it which had seen better days, flaking off as it was in some places. There was no sign above the door. There was no window. No indication at all that there was anything in there at all really. I kept walking, past the door, past the factory building, then ducked into the narrow alleyway between that and the last building on the street to take stock. There was no traffic noise there. Just me, my thoughts, and, was that the sound of someone crying out in pain in the distance?

I shook my head….no, it couldn’t be surely. And then I listened for a moment or two. Nothing. There was no sound. I was just about to dismiss it as my mind playing a trick on me. Then there it was again. Faint, almost inaudible as if it was right in the distance, carried on the wind, this time with a follow up of some cheering and the vague sound of a bell, just like would happen at the end of those wrestling matches I liked to watch. It was in the distance though...or was it? What if it was from in one of these buildings, I wondered briefly. Curiosity...it’s a wonderful thing to follow sometimes. I moved a little deeper into the alleyway, feeling the growing chill as the two buildings combined to block out the warmth of the sun on an otherwise chilly February day. And then, I started to search, looking at the windows of the building that Cora had gone in to, to see if I could see anything in there at all. Each of the windows, all the way around that building, looked to be covered in some sort of film, blocking the view to the inside. In the wind though, I could still hear the faint sounds occasionally as I rounded the corner of the building to the rear of it. Even in the early afternoon, the low sun and the side of the building made it fairly gloomy there. In that gloom, just about half way along the building, there was a shaft of light from one of the windows. Perhaps a chance to see what was in there as I heard the sound of what sounded a bit like muted applause. Eyes fixed on the light as I moved towards it, I promptly tripped and fell into a pile of dustbins there, sending them skittering in a clatter of noise. I froze for a second or two there on the ground, though it felt like longer, waiting for any kind of response from in the old factory building. There was nothing. I took a deep breath, took a second, and then got up and walked along there towards the light from that window, this time watching more carefully where I put my feet.

When I reached the window, I could see there at the bottom corner of the window, there was a little area where the film had peeled up. Small enough not to be noticed in the room beyond it, just about big enough to be able to see through it if I crouched down. Which I did of course, and what I saw as I did so slowly took my breath away. Given the small viewing window afforded to me by the peeled up film, my first view was of a well lit room, with a plush deep red carpet, but nothing else. In my mind, I conjured up an image of a casino for some reason because of the carpet. No idea why really, it wasn’t like I’d ever visited a casino after all.

I shifted a bit to my left, craned my neck a little more, and my field of vision opened up a little more so that I could see people, standing around watching some sort of event. Quite what, I couldn’t tell yet. And people….I looked harder and corrected myself. Everyone in the room was a woman, even though I couldn’t see their heads, the small crowd was a sea of skirts, high heels and boots. If there was a man amongst them, then they were very well disguised. Everyone there was looking in the same direction, I could see, but not what it was they were looking at. Well, I was committed now anyway, and quickly checking the floor, I dropped to a knee, leaned further, and finally my field of vision shifted enough to show me one corner of two wrestling rings. The one on the left had a steel cage structure around it. The one on the right where everyone’s attention was pointed was just a ring without an attachments. Even though I could barely still hear anything, I could tell that there must have been a match taking place. So Cora liked to sneak out and watch some guys wrestling with her girlfriends, I thought to myself. Well that was all cool, it wasn’t exactly a crime I figured. Well, I liked wrestling too, so I just waited to see who was in action in there, and then I would be on my way. Then someone hit the corner of the ring where I could see and I froze all over again. That wasn’t men wrestling, it was a woman in a white swimsuit, barefoot, a brunette ponytail swinging as she hit the corner post. What the…..well, I liked the ladies wrestling even better as it had always felt that little bit more personal than when the men wrestled to me. Maybe Cora just preferred that too….

A brunette ponytail? My mind hadn’t got that far just yet when a blonde woman in a red swimsuit came into the corner at some speed, delivered a clothesline to the brunette, and then she led her back out of the corner by her ponytail. The blonde was barefoot too, my mind noted a little needlessly as the action continued, I thought with a body slam. I only saw the feet of one woman reappear on the canvas, legs stretched out as the was dropped there. White varnish on her toe nails told me it was the brunette just before the blonde came into the corner, climbed on to the second rope and dived off, maybe for a splash, maybe for an elbow drop; I didn’t see the actual impact. I did see the brunette’s feet jerk up from the mat though. Then both ladies disappeared from my view again. I was vaguely aware of the coldness of the ground, a damp just starting to seep through my jeans from the cold earth, but I was far too transfixed to move just now. The match was continuing, it was clear, the faint sounds of cheers that I could hear still confirming as much. Then the ladies came back into the corner, blonde leading brunette by that ponytail that was just starting to pose a question in my mind that I wasn’t quite ready for yet. The brunette took a face full of the corner post, and stayed there, leaning up it chest first for a split second, but then she caught the blonde with an elbow thrust straight back into her tits, and evidently the momentum turned in the match on that single move.

Brunette and blonde switched places, and the blonde got her own face full of the corner post before she was gripped around the waist from behind and thrown from the corner with what I recognised to be a German Suplex. An impressive one at that; the brunette could clearly wrestle quite impressively. She rolled to her knees, facing the corner that I could see, flicked her hair so the parts not pulled into a ponytail went off her face, and my heart skipped a beat. More than one actually. There in the wrestling ring, on her knees, was my step mum, Cora. I was stunned. Actually stunned was an understatement of the highest order. I simply was frozen on the spot in a mixture of fascination, excitement, being beyond astounded, and to be perfectly honest, a sudden intense arousal I couldn’t yet explain.

Form that position on her knees, Cora looked up slightly, and it was almost as if we had locked eyes, even though there was almost certainly no way that she could possibly have seen me. Then she was all business. I couldn’t see quite how then blonde had landed, but it was surely in an untidy heap before Cora grabbed her by the hair again and forced her up into a chest first posting back in the corner that I could see clearly. The blonde slumped forward, both hands grabbing the top ropes for support. Cora grabbed her ankles, pulled then so that she pulled the blonde out to a 45 degree angle given how she was holding the ropes. The crowd cheered, Cora smiled, then she punted the blonde in the stomach brutally, to the delight of everyone in the room. Well, everyone apart from the blonde anyway!

It was really over as a match, though Cora patiently waited for the woman to rise as she positioned herself sat on the top of the ring post. Then she grabbed blonde hair and pulled her face first into her crotch and an air tight figure four head scissors. A submission was inevitable and it came quickly in Cora’s favour, there in the part of the ring that I could see, the blonde tapping at her thick athletic thighs to plead for her release. I realised that I was pleased that Cora had won the match, and I wasn’t alone in that judging from the faint sounds I could hear from the room, as they just about permeated the almost soundproofed building. Cora released the blonde, and left her there in the ring to gather herself as she headed back to the changing rooms I figured. A route that took her right past my window, and I swear I held my breath as she walked just a few feet away from me, casually glanced in my direction, and winked at me! What the fuck….how had she spotted me I wondered, my skin prickling with the sudden burst of adrenaline release. The fight or flight response, but I had nothing to fight, so I chose flight, running back in the direction of the station!

I couldn’t quite think what I needed to do next. I mean, fuck, I’d just been caught spying on my step mum, by my step mum herself. And that was before we’d even got in to the secret wrestling club that apparently I’d stumbled across as well. Under the circumstances, I did what any confused teenager would do. I went back into the station to get McDonalds, then sat down to eat while I worked out just what exactly I was supposed to do. It was a few minutes before I really started to calm down and work out my plan, and then it was derailed just as quickly as it had formed with a firm hand on my shoulder and a familiar voice that still carried plenty of Texan about it despite the years she’d spent in the UK. ‘Thought I’d find you here’ Cora said to me quietly, no hint of anything accusatory about her voice. ‘Mind if I join you?’ she asked me.

‘Ummm...sure’ I managed, far from my usual relaxed self around her.

‘Cool...I’m gonna get food. I’m starving after my workout’ Cora smiled innocently, ‘then I’ll come and join you Jack’ she said, heading to the counter behind me. I’d made the mistake of sitting with my back to the door, and now I was cornered. Then I thought of making a dart for it, and realised there were actually three doors to this place, so it would have been quite tough to not have my back to at least one of them. I sat tight….maybe being in public wouldn’t be the worst place to have this discussion after all.

Cora wasn’t kidding when she’d said she was hungry. She came back to the table carrying two burgers, but no fries, and a drink. She rarely had fries in McDonalds I recalled. Something to do with carbs. Anyway, as she sat down, I was still contemplating just exactly how I’d apologise to her. She smiled at me, took a bite of her first burger and ate it, allowing me to stew a little while longer over my words. I could see the look of mischief in her eyes by now, she knew what she was doing to me, and she was evidently going to enjoy it.

Finally, when she was about halfway through the burger, the tension just got to me, and I started to apologies. ‘I’m really sorry….I just saw you and well, I wondered why you often got hurt at that gym you went to, and I followed you….’

‘It’s OK Jack...I knew you were curious about why I sometimes got injured’ Cora smiled. ‘And somehow, don’t really know how, but I knew you were watching me today. It was like I could feel you were there. Don’t worry’ Cora said reassuringly. ‘I’m not even a little bit mad at you. You were just looking out for me. We are going to need to have a chat about what you saw, but not here. There’s no need for it to happen here. We’ll talk at home before your Dad gets back from work instead. I’ll give you a lift back’ Cora told me. It wasn’t exactly an instruction, but she also wasn’t exactly taking no for an answer it seemed.

I sighed inwardly, waited for her to finish off her food, and then we left for the walk to the car, and the short drive home. ‘So….you’re a professional wrestler?’ I ventured as Cora confidently picked her way through the traffic to home.

‘Not exactly’ she said, a little cryptically. ‘I wrestle. I’m not a professional wrestler though, not exactly.’

‘Oh, because it looked that way’ I suggested, based on what I’d seen from the window. ‘I mean the style of it…’

‘I can see how it would have maybe looked that way. That style isn’t so different from what we were doing there’ Cora agreed, navigating another junction. ‘I promise you, when we get home, I’ll answer every question you have. I know that there’s going be a few Jack’ Cora laughed. ‘Lets wait until we’re at home though. I can concentrate on you properly there’ she told me, then she cast a glance at my leg and laughed ‘you stained up your jeans pretty good’

I panicked and instinctively looked at my crotch. I knew I’d found it pretty hot, but I hadn’t, had I? Then Cora laughed again ‘not there Jack….your knees!’

‘Oh yeah…..I had to kneel down to see even a little bit of that ring!’ I chuckled. Cora eyed me with a touch of amusement on her face. She really didn’t seem to be annoyed as far as I could tell, even at the realisation that I’d found watching her in action pretty thrilling that way too. I wasn’t great at reading women at eighteen...I mean, I’m still not now as I write this, but there was almost an air of relief about her. Like someone else knew her secret, and she didn’t have to worry quite so much about it any more. We got home, Cora pulled on to the driveway, parked the car, and then we went into the house. ‘You’d better get changed first and then I can get those jeans on to wash. Bring them back down with you and then we’ll talk’ Cora said to me. It wasn’t we’ll talk in an ominous way as far as I could tell. She was just going to tell me whatever I wanted to know, but what exactly was it that I wanted to know? I had the amount of time it took me to change into some shorts to compose my thoughts, and then I walked into the kitchen, and one look at Cora rearranged all of them, scrambled back to all four corners of my brain. Because my step mum was sat there, wearing just the same white swimsuit that she’d worn in her match.

‘You’d better get used to seeing me like this Jack’ she smiled, very at ease in how she was dressed. ‘You’re in on the secret now, so you’ll be seeing more of me dressed in less I imagine’ she told me.

‘Ummm….cool’ I managed. I felt anything but cool right now.

‘Well that’s good’ Cora said. The corners of her mouth were turned up a little in an amused expression as she spoke. ‘So, do you have questions Jack, or do you want me to tell you what you saw when you followed me?’ Cora asked. There was no accusatory tone about her. She was quite at ease; again I got the impression that she actually felt a degree of relief as much as anything else. ‘Go on…’ she encouraged, seeing I was trying to form a question.

‘What was that place?’ I managed. A fairly weak opener, but an opened nonetheless.

‘A sort of underground fight club’ Cora told me honestly. ‘That one has a sort of pro wrestling theme as you saw. I don’t actually go to that one often. It’s too close to home really’ she laughed, her point proven by the discussion we were having.

‘So...you’re a wrestler?’ I asked her. ‘Which is really cool by the way’ I managed to add quickly. I wanted to make really sure that she knew I didn’t think badly of her for it.

‘Not exactly’ Cora said. I obviously looked a bit blank so she went on to elaborate a little. ‘I used to be a wrestler in high school and college, amongst other sports. Wrestling like you’d see in the Olympics’ she clarified. ‘I wasn’t that good obviously, but I enjoyed it. Nowadays, I’m more a fighter than a wrestler’ she shrugged.

‘Professionally? Like you make money from it?’ I asked her now.

‘Not professionally. I do it because I enjoy it. I have won money from it’ Cora said. ‘Most of the clubs like that will pay a little for you to fight there. A little more if you win. A little more if you’re popular’ she smiled. On that afternoon, Cora had scooped the winners bonus of course.

‘Cool...so this afternoon’ I started, then I realised that I really didn’t know what my question was any more. I just smiled at her for a moment, then managed ‘you were really amazing….mum’

‘Well thanks Jack’ she beamed. ‘And can I tell you something?; she said. It wasn’t a question. She’d have told me whether I’d nodded yes or not. ‘It’s the first time someone I really know had seen me fight. And I’m kind of glad it was you. I know you like professional wrestling any way. It’s not so far removed from what I do. It thrilled me to see you there...almost as much as I think it excited you’ This time she cast her glance at my crotch. Her indication was as clear as any question could be. ‘Did it turn you on watching me fight?’ even though she never actually voiced the question.

I just nodded and she smiled. ‘I’m sorry that I followed you Cora...but I’m really not sorry about what I saw, because that was….amazing’ I told her.

‘And I’m not mad at you for following me. I think you were doing it to look out for me, and you got way more than you could possibly have expected. It must have been a shock to you, but you’re here talking to me about it, which tells me that you’re interested not appalled by it. And Jack….’she laughed, ‘you are doing pretty well, because you’ve managed to make eye contact with me at least twice since we’ve been sat here!’

‘Oh….sorry’ I said, realising that my gaze had fallen squarely on to her tits during the conversation, given how well the white suit put them very much front and centre. I looked away, then felt her hand gently on my upper arm. ‘It’s OK Jack...I don’t mind if you look at them. I mean, they are pretty great’ she laughed. ‘And trust me, if it bothered me so much, I wouldn’t be sat here like I am’ she said, indicating the white swimsuit she had fought in earlier.

I managed to re-fix my gaze, a little to the north of those ‘pretty great’ tits for now, though no doubt it wouldn’t take all that long for me to refocus again. Cora wasn’t wrong about them by the way. Pretty great was an understatement if anything. I thought for a moment, not quite sure what I wanted to ask her next. Then it occurred to me that really I only needed to ask her one thing, because Cora was an open book right now, simply wanting to be read. ‘So...I don’t really know what else I need to ask Cora...but I think you want to tell me more somehow. Am I right? Because I’m listening if you do’ I said, sounding quite confident I thought to myself.

‘I think I do want to tell you more Jack. I can see that you’re interested’ she smiled. ‘I think you want to know about the fights….where I go for them...but I think you’re also interested in why. How does it feel...all sorts of things’ Cora suggested. I nodded. That was pretty much everything; not quite but pretty much.

‘So nobody else knows about this Jack. I’m trusting you with my secret, so promise me you’ll tell nobody about it. Not even your Dad. Actually, especially not him, because I’m not so sure he’d approve would he?’ she asked.

‘I think you’re right...I promise that I won’t tell anyone about this Cora’ I told her.

‘Good. I trust you Jack’ she smiled. ‘So I’m going to tell you my story. Like I said, I did wrestling at college and high school. Real wrestling. And I kind of enjoyed it. I’m competitive is what I learned. I also learned that I preferred it when those matches got a little bit rougher. Which they didn’t often of course, but one of my college teammates saw it in me, and took me along to my first underground fight. It was nothing much out of the ordinary. Amateur wrestling but with a few of the rougher tactics allowed. Encouraged in fact. I’d like to tell you that I was a natural and kicked my opponent’s ass, but I really wasn’t. She kicked my ass, I was sore for days, but I also found that I enjoyed it. A lot. I got a real thrill from it’ Cora told me.

‘So you found more matches?’ I asked.

‘Not at first...I only knew that one place. I went along to watch occasionally while I finished my studies. Then I started to work, and I found then that just occasionally I wanted the release from a mundane week at work. So I went back to that club, but talked to them. Explained that I liked their matches but maybe I wanted something a little bit more. I had another match for them, and actually I won that time. They introduced me to a couple of other clubs, and I’ve been fighting ever since, on and off. There’s never any pressure. There’s no contracts. If I want to fight, I contact someone and they’ll never turn you away’ Cora explained.

‘Did you fight often?’ I asked her now.

‘Back in the States, not really. I might do I two or three times a year. Then I moved here with your dad and I didn’t do it again for quite a while. In fact, I only really started up again properly maybe four or five years back. Started to take it a more more seriously as a fun release from the day to day. An old contact in the States was able to put me in touch with someone here. And do you know, it’s actually really easy to find fights here, and travel is so easy because it’s a small country. I mean, Texas alone Is bigger…’ she laughed.

‘Everything is bigger in Texas’ I laughed. It was a regular joke Cora liked to make.

‘Well exactly...but now a small country works in my favour. In Texas I might have had to travel several hours just to reach the next big city. Here, I can be in loads of places within an hour or two of travel. Turns out this little island is dotted with fight clubs. All you have to know is where to look.’

‘Like the one down in the town here?’ I asked.

‘Yeah. They’re all different in their own ways, but similar to it. Secret venue...fights….enthusiastic crowd. It’s always a thrill’ Cora admitted. ‘I like that one in town, but with it being so close by it’s not such a good idea to fight there often. I like that it’s all women there though. Fighters, referees, crowd. It’s a good place’ she said.

‘I noticed that it was all women in the crowd’ I admitted. ‘I couldn’t exactly see them that well, but their shoes gave them away.’

‘Yes, a pair of high heels will do that’ Cora smiled.

‘So the other places you fight?’ I enquired now.

‘All over the place if you want them. I tend to stick to within about an hour’s travel if I can’ Cora said. ‘Easier when I need to be out and back in the space of a day’ she explained. ‘And they’re all kind of unique. Some are private clubs like the one here. Some are more just like a gathering somewhere quiet and off the beaten track. Occasionally, it’s the entertainment at a party, or someone just wants to fight and you agree to it, then it’ll happen’ Cora paused, looked at me, almost like she was evaluating what else to tell me, Then she shrugged a little, almost like she’d realised she was in for everything at this point. ‘I know you’re curious about the style of these matches Jack. You saw what looked a lot like pro wrestling today. It isn’t always like that’ Cora explained, then she looked at me and asked ‘Jack? Do you trust me?’

‘Of course Cora’ I agreed.

‘OK, then come over here a moment. I’m going to explain the way it’s subtly different to you’ Cora said. ‘But the easiest way is a physical demonstration of a couple of moves. That’ll give you an idea of how it can be different yet look quite similar. It might hurt a little bit, but I’ll be careful with you, don’t worry’ she reassured. I wasn’t worried. I felt more than ready for this physical demonstration after what I’d seen earlier, and Cora proceeded to pull me into a headlock, gently though it looked like she was putting plenty of effort into it to make it look good. ‘See Jack….pro wrestling. I make it look like it’s working, you yell and moan like I’m ripping your head off. It looks convincing. Now...get ready’ she told me, waiting a second before she tightened the hold and pulled my face into the side of the previously aforementioned great tits. The cocktail of the increased pain from the headlock plus a face full of tits for the first time in my life was a strong one. Cora released it quickly though, satisfied that I understood the difference in the styles. ‘You can do the same with a lot of moves that you might see in pro wrestling Jack. With a bit of a change in emphasis, they can be used for real. Give me your hand’ she suggested now, quickly putting me into a wrist lock, pro style to show how the move could be used in that format without really causing too much pain. Then she brought her thumbs into play on the back of my hand, and the brief sensation was of a sharp pain in the wrist that made me cry out in surprise, even as she released me straight away, and it subsided quickly. ‘Sorry….was that one a bit painful?’ she asked, concern in her voice.

‘A little, but it’s fine’ I replied. The demonstration had given me a clue of the difference in style, but then Cora would throw another curve ball to me.

‘So that’s kind of how it might go when both women are wrestlers. But usually they’re not really wrestlers. Jack...have you heard of catfights?’ Cora asked.

Had I heard of catfights? I mean, they were the things that used to get me feeling both turned on and also very awkward at the same time when they happened in a TV show we were all watching together. ‘Ummm...yeah. It’s when girls fight and they pull hair’ I managed, hoping to sound cool about it.

‘Well, that’s really what I do most of the time’ Cora smiled. She knew just what effect that simple statement would take on me. It’s not like she’d somehow just not noticed how I reacted when they were on the TV. ‘Most of the women either aren’t wrestlers, or they’re not really there to wrestle. Sure, you can use wrestling moves, but you don’t have to. There’s not really a lot of rules in a catfight y’know’ Cora told me. I was relatively well aware of that fact at least to be fair. ‘I mean, you remember that time I wore a hat pretty solidly for a week? Your dad is still of the understanding that I got my hair stuck in an unspecified item. Which actually isn’t completely a lie as long as you allow the unspecified item to be the death grip of another woman’s hands in a fight. Yeah...I lost that day’ she said, seeing the question in my eyes it seemed.

‘Wow...Cora...I...err…..wow!’ was about it. That was all I could manage. I was aware that my cock was growing pretty hard in my shorts now. To the degree that Cora was going to be pretty aware of it as well.

‘It’s OK Jack...I don’t mind seeing that it excites you’ Cora smiled. ‘It excites me too. Maybe in a different way, but it’s thrilling still. And if you need to...you know’ she said, eyeing my crotch, ‘while you’re imagining me fighting, then that’s fine. But if you can hold on to it for a little while longer, I’ll make it so you don’t have to imagine it honey’ she told me quietly. You can probably imagine the way those words hit me, only to be interrupted by the sound of a car pulling in to the driveway. ‘Oh shit...that’s your dad’ Cora laughed. ‘You stay right where you are, and don’t move until that thing has gone down!’ she chuckled. ‘I’m going to shower, and remember, not a word!’ she said, patting my arm, and then darting from the room and upstairs so that she was already in the shower by the time dad got into the house from the car.

‘Oh hey Jack….Cora home?’ he said as he saw me sat in the kitchen.

‘Hey dad...yeah she’d just back from the gym. Went for a shower I think’ I managed to say, keeping a straight face as I kept the secret she’d just entrusted to me. As dad went off upstairs, I found myself wondering what more revelations I was going to learn about my step mum in the coming days now that I was the one in on her secret.