Musclemom (Living With Muscle)

 

This is a real life account of what has happened to Musclemom. This is the nickname of a site visitor who I have known from a chat room for many months. He lives with an entire family who are into fitness or bodybuilding, except for him. This is written in his words as he remembers it.

 

Author             = Male, 23, 5’11 155llbs

Mom               = Female, 49, 5’5 162lls

Dad                 = Male, 53, 5’7 160llbs

Brother           = Male, 28, 6’1 220llbs

Sister              = Female, 19, 5’8 155llbs

 

As a child, I became surrounded by muscle. Mom and dad both worked out heavily. I remember them arm wrestling sometimes, being very closely matched. I hated the time they spent at the gym, but I thought the pair of them looked very good. Dad was always of a smaller build to mom, but he won his fair share of comps too. When my brother hit his teens, he got the bug too. I was maybe 7 or 8 at the time, and remember him coming home posing at his new muscles. Back then; he was still way behind mom or dad in terms of development.

 

The first time muscle caused conflict in the house, was after a comp. Mom had won her trophy, dad was placed way down the list. They came home and argued. Dad resented the fact that she has become more successful. Over the weeks, dad became a different person. Mom was getting to the same weight as him, but being shorter, she was more bulky. I remember one Sunday night, they arm wrestled after tea. My sister was crying, though she doesn’t remember it. Mom beat him and that was the beginning of the end. Within 6 months, dad had left. He could not handle being weaker than his wife. Even though I was only 9 at the time, I remember feeling excited at seeing a woman be stronger than a man. We always remained close to dad, and in recent years, he and mom have been out for dinner etc, but he just could not accept the truth.

 

At the age of 11, I started to have some conflict with my brother. Nothing serious, just territory stuff. He was like the father of the house and would boss me about. At 16, he was now quite a muscular guy. I remember him pinning me down many times or making me submit if I didn’t do my chorus. Typical big brother I guess.

 

When I reached 13, I began to embark on my first real wrestling matches. At this stage it was only play fighting really, but both my brother, and les frequently, my mom, would enjoy kicking my ass. It was about this time that I became interested in female muscle. I remember getting excited as I felt my mom’s bicep when we wrestled. For days I was wracked with guilt. I had gotten aroused slightly at my own mom, but I eventually realized it was the muscle, not the person. My brother was now 18 and embarking on his first competitions. Mom and brother tried to get me involved in the sport. I got a weights bench for my 14th birthday, but I was not very good and didn’t enjoy it. I spent more time ogling muscle girls at the gym than lifting. I always felt mom was disappointed in my weakness. I was not a wimp, but slim and not a ‘jock’.

 

Between being 13 and 15, I wrestled with mom and my brother quite a lot. I was no match for either, though at this point, it was generally fun matches. Just after I turned 15, I asked mom if she would have me a real match. I have no idea why I asked her for that, as I must have known that she would really beat me easily. Still, she agreed. This would be the first of my 2 ‘real’ matches with mom. I had seen mom and my brother go at it on the mat and it always intrigued me how well I could do. My brother was now 20 and just about getting the better of mom. Up until this point, mom had the upper hand. My first real match with mom was a disaster. She said she was going to not hold back, and I said that I wouldn’t either. I remember trying to take her down by grabbing her leg, but I couldn’t budge her. She then lifted me up and slammed me down, which winded me. She then continued to put several holds on me. She squeezed my leg between her thighs causing me to give in. Then came a full nelson, bear hug, legs scissors round my waist. After 5 or 6 holds, I realized I would not be able to get back at her so I asked her to quit. At 15 I thought I was a man, but mom showed me that I was still light years behind her strength.

 

Not long after that match, I wanted to get back some confidence and decided to ask my sister to arm-wrestle me. She was only 11 and an easy target. She played sports at school, but was a small, thin thing. We arm wrestled for the first ever time, and I won fairly easily. Pathetic really, but I felt quite pride restored for a while.

 

Nothing much muscle related happened for the next few years. I was 18 when the next incident happened. 6 months prior to this, my brother had ‘come out’ as being bi-sexual. His boyfriend at the time was a lot younger than him. My brother was 23, Colin was 19. He was a bodybuilder too, and he spent a lot of time at our house. He was a really nice guy, easy to talk to. He was the first person I ever told that I liked female muscle, but it was maybe a mistake telling him. We were having a BBQ and both him and me were dressed in shorts and topless. Like I said, I was still pretty slim, he was my height but nearer 190llbs. We had both had a few beers and come inside. I decided to tell him about my love of female muscle, I had wanted to get it off my chest for ages. He understood at first, but then his attitude completely changed. He said that he thought FBB fans were closet homosexuals. I told him that he had it wrong, but he said that if he flexed, he knew I would get hard. I laughed, but as he began to flex his big biceps in my face, I knew I was getting a hard on even though I fought it. My erection was obvious through my shorts and he noticed. He came over and pinned me down and began to jerk me off. It was a sobering experience and one, which has left me very wary of male bodybuilders in general.

 

A few months after that incident, my sister came into my room one night and boasted about the fact that she had started to work out with my brother. I laughed, but when she flexed, a small bicep was clear for all to see. Nothing happened at that time, but I began to fear that I could soon be relegated to the status of weakest in the house. Soon after, mom asked my sister to flex at the dinner table. Her bicep was clearly getting bigger, and having felt it, it was bloody hard too. It was a couple of months now since my sister had begun lifting, when she came home from school boasting that she had beaten one of the big boys in her class, at arm wrestling. I knew what was coming next as she challenged me to a match. Nobody else was present as we locked up on the dinner table. Her arm was as big as mine by now, and I found it very hard to hold her steady. I was almost 5 years her senior, but the 14 year old was too much. Her small bicep strained as she worked me down and slammed my hand down in a match that lasted about three minutes. She jumped up and down shouting that she was stronger. I had a bad feeling, though it also turned me on to have just been overpowered by a girl so much younger than me.

 

Over the next year my sister started to workout more seriously. She began to put on size at an amazing rate. I didn’t really notice until, on her 15th birthday, we arm wrestled again. This time the bicep on show was far bigger than mine, maybe 13 inches. She looked so stocky as we sat opposite the table. This match lasted just two minutes or so. She was stronger than me now and she loved it. It was around now that she went through that classic brother sister hate thing. I had always bossed her around as younger children, now it was her turn and she knew I was powerless. Many times, she would put me in holds or make me beg for her to let me go, just for the hell of it. She loved it. I remember one night, I was going to work and she decided that it would be fun to make me late. She pinned me to the floor and kept me there for almost half and hour. I couldn’t get her off me. I admit, at times in that half hour, I was angry, at times upset, but also at times, I was turned on, though thankfully she never noticed.

 

Later that year, she was still kicking my ass on a regular basis in private, mom decided that it was time to try and get me to the gym. She hated me not joining in the family sport. I think she was ashamed of my physique. On holiday, we would walk down the beach, my skinny body next to the 3 tanned muscle bods. By now, my sister was far more muscular than me; mom was hoping that she would compete by the end of the year. She was 5, but looked more like 19 or 20 in her physical appearance.

Mom had this idea that if she could embarrass me; I may decide to beef up and join them at the gym. It was a Christmas family gathering at my aunts house when my mom set up an arm wrestle between me and my sister. I tried to get out of it, but the whole family urged us on as we locked up at the table. This match was a mis-match. My sister was now up to almost 14-inch arms and mine at around 12 were no match. She beat me in about 2 minutes with her right hand, then again with the left in half the time. I still shudder to think of all the horrified looks on my relative’s faces. The day after, I told mom that I was not joining the gym and I resorted to calling female bodybuilders a bunch of freaks. Mom took exception to this and this was to be our second and final real wrestling match. I managed to take her down to begin with, but mom was still competing and was in prime shape. She got me in a move where her legs were wrapped round mine, and her arms squeezing at my body. I remember the ripped bicep was pushed in my face and I swear I thought I was going to cum. She let me go just in time and I apologized for my comments.

 

Mom had promised not to go on at me about bodybuilding, but she didn’t let up. She began to arrange ‘contests’ in our house to supposedly make me jealous of their physiques. Brother, Colin, mom and sister would all come down in posing gear and I had to act as judge. Sis and bro took it as a bit of fun, mom did it to shame me; I was in a strange situation. Looking at muscles up close does turn me on, regardless of which woman it may be. The fact was, this was my family and it was awful. I always felt so turned on, yet appalled with myself too. I would have to wait until they all left, then run upstairs and masturbate over my hidden collection of muscle mags. It was after one such posing comp with just mom and sis that I mentioned on the forum. Mom had gotten changed and jumped in the car to take my sister somewhere. I was so turned on; I went upstairs to let off the steam. I decided that since the house would be empty for a while, I would jerk off to my favorite female bodybuilding video. I went up to get it, when I noticed my mom’s wedding ring on the bathroom cabinet. Mom had not worn this since dad left, and it was strange to find it lying there. Mom had big hands, and out of pure interest, I tried it on. It was slightly too big to my surprise, but I suddenly got the urge to jerk off while wearing it. In my mixed up head I imagined it was the hand of a female muscle woman who was jerking me off. I put the video on in the main room and began to jerk off wearing the ring. I was about to reach climax when I heard the door open. Mom walked in just as I shot my load. It was one of them moments when nobody really knew what to do or say. She made the first move and turned off the TV, which still had some massive built woman flexing for the camera. I sat down on the sofa, she joined me.

I said I was sorry, and took the ring off. I was waiting for her to go mad at me, maybe even hit me, but she was so cool about it. She made a joke about her having bigger hands than me, that kind of broke the ice and made me relax. She asked me if I was bi-sexual, I said no. She asked if female muscle turned me on. Dumb question, I said yes. She asked if I got turned on when she or my sister posed for me. I said no, though I doubt she believed me. She said that we all have out fantasies and turn ons, that was fine, but mine was awkward in a house of bodybuilders. She said it was best if I didn’t wrestle her or my sister any more, and there would be no more posing. I agreed.

 

Ironically, it was about a week after this that I had another bad experience. I was due to go out on a date with a really nice girl. She had arrived and was waiting on the sofa while I got ready upstairs. My sister bumped into me on the landing and laughed at my smart appearance. She stopped me from going downstairs and said to me, “Does your new girlfriend know you get beaten up by your little sister?”

I tried to push past her but couldn’t. “Be a shame if I held you up and she found you pinned to the floor” she said. I should have made a run for it, but I just said to her, “You wouldn’t dare”. Like a red rag to a bull, she grabbed me round the waist and threw me to the floor. She had me on my back, pinned with my hands to the carpet. I couldn’t move and the more I struggled, the more aware I became that I was getting turned on. My sister kept my 2 hands to the carpet with one hand while flexing and tickling me with the free hand. As she moved around, she knocked my erection with her leg and it set me off. I panicked; I knew I was close to climax. I tried so hard to get her off, but all of a sudden I let out a moan as I shot in my pants. She didn’t say anything, but had to have noticed as she let me up almost immediately. She laughed and walked downstairs as I raced to get changed.

 

Not long after this, my sister decided that bodybuilding was not for her. She gave up the sport and lost the muscle definition she had. When she turned 17, I was now 21, we arm wrestle for the first time in almost 2 years. Even without the bulging muscle, she beat me in about 20 seconds. Not long after that, she decided to get back into the gym and started serious bodybuilding.

 

That was 2 years back. Mom still works out and competes in veteran and senior tournaments with good success. My brother competed a few times, but no longer does. He still has an amazing physique though. My sister had competed in 3 competitions now, winning 2 junior titles and gaining a second place in her first senior. Mom says she has the potential to make it al the way if she wants, though she is still torn between bodybuilding and fitness. We last arm wrestled about 3 months back. She beat me in about 15 seconds. She is almost able to beat mom, but not quite.

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