Ben's Test Ch. 01

Things got a little intense when it was Ben's turn to wrestle his aunt Gina. She's 38, with blonde hair and long legs; she keeps herself in good shape. Ben's 18 wearing red swim trunks while his aunt is garbed in a skimpy gold bikini. He's 5'07" 150 pounds while she's 5'10" 126 pounds with a 32 C. Ben is scrawny, the runt of his family, but his parents cheer him on from their side of the mat; trying to build up his confidence. Gina's husband and two daughters--two blonde twins who Gina had when she was only eighteen herself--clap for the statuesque blonde. Ben's grandmother, Eileen, was refereeing the match; she wore a baby blue one piece with black trim. Even Ben had to admit she looked good for being in her early sixties. Eileen reminded them that the match had three rounds with each one having a ten minute time limit. You score 1 point by stripping your opponent completely nude, "No half points," she reminded them. You were given a point for any sexual hold or move, this could range from kissing to handjobs and fingering, his grandmother said without any hesitation; as if reading from a catalog. A three count pin was also one point but didn't end the round and wrestlers had ten seconds to get back up on their knees or risk disqualification. Submission counted for five points and ended the round but forcing an orgasm was automatic fifty points and ended the entire match.

Ben was already pitching a tent in his baggy trunks after hearing the rules spoken aloud. When Eileen blew her whistle, everyone instantly started yelling as both Ben and his aunt locked up. Ben after getting pulled into a side headlock, reached behind his aunt and untied her gold string bikini top. He began pulling her hair, hearing Gina's grunts turned him on when he felt his grandmother tapping on his wrist.

"Hair pulling is illegal honey," she spoke gently.

"Oh sorry," he said though his mouth was half muffled as it as pushed against the side of his aunt's bare tit.

"Looks like your boy doesn't have much fight in him," Ben heard his uncle Jake yell to his sister--Ben's mother--across the mat. She had no retort but paid her brother no attention, clapping "Let's go Ben, you can do it baby!" over and over. The boy struggled to lift his aunt off his chest. He was on his back on the mat, struggling to get free but his legs could gain no purchase; even worse he was wearing himself out.

Ben's struggles slowed as he had to stop to catch his breath; sweat made his dark hair cling to his forehead as he gasped for air.

Gina sprung into action as she rolled on top of her newphew and pinned his hands to the mat above his head. Ben bucked a couple times as Gina pressed her breasts against Ben's mouth. They weren't big enough to fully smother him but they certainly teased him plenty as the boy's erection was sticking straight up despite still being in his trunks. Gina waited until Ben had to stop to catch his breath and she began peppering his face with kisses, tracing her lips down to his neck and giving him hickeys.

Ben gasped and moaned, trying to struggle but he looked wiped out; as if he had run a marathon with sweat just rolling off his head and chest.

"Mmm I bet you want to fuck me," she whispered into her newphews ear.

She squeezed his dick between her thighs as she slid them up and down the bulge of his erection over top his trunks.

"I would love to have this thick dick slide inside me," she moaned softly into his ear while keeping his wrists pinned to the mat at his sides.

"Don't you wanna fuck my brains out?" she asked and Ben nodded.

"Uh huh," he grunted softly.

"Than show me how you'd do it. Fuck my legs, I know you've been staring at them since the start of the tournament."

Ben obediently began thrusting his hips up as his aunt Gina squeezed her thighs together around his cock, pumping them with his motions.

"Do you think about me when you jerk off, baby?" Gina moaned into his ear. "I think about you pumping this big cock inside me," she gasped audibly but Ben's mom knew what she was trying to do.

"Don't let her trick you honey!" she shouted at her son but he seemed lost in his own world as he pumped his hips up faster and faster. Ben felt he was almost there when he heard a loud, sharp whistle.

"TIME!" Eileen barked and Gina almost reluctantly got up off her nephew and headed to her corner. They got one minute rest between rounds; Ben almost didn't know what to do; he was so painfully close and wanted to finish.

"You almost had him, honey," Jake said to Gina as he rubbed his wife's shoulders while she sat on the stool; taking a big swig from a bottle of water. When Ben went back to his corner, still in somewhat of a lust-induced daze, his mother told him to stop thinking with the wrong head.

"Look Ben," she pulled his chin up to look at her in the eyes. "We're counting on you to win this for our family. We're already tied at 2-2 so if you lose it'll be up to your older brother to have to take on both of your twin cousins by himself."

Ben never remembered his mother looking so serious. "If they win one round then it's all over and you know what's in store for us if that happens," she said and Ben suddenly remembered the locked room he was never allowed to enter in his grandparents basement. His pop-pop said it was a torture chamber and Ben grew up thinking it was just a joke but although he had never been inside his mother had filled his head with enough stories that made him absolutely terrified.

"Now get back in there, baby," his mom said. "And remember, it's still legal to twist her nipples," she smiled brightly and gave Ben a thumbs up as Eileen called the pair back into the center of the mat to start the next round.