Jake had returned home from college a day earlier and was now standing outside the house of his childhood friend Mark. It was a warm day so the 6'0 tall, 140 lbs, slim twenty-year-old wore his regular summer outfit, a t-shirt, and a pair of shorts. He hadn't told his friend about his arrival as he wanted to surprise him, and expectantly rang the doorbell.
However, the door was opened by an older woman. She was probably in her late forties, around 5'5 tall, and had grey, straight shoulder-length hair. She had very few wrinkles on her face. Must've had really good genes and probably took good care of herself, Jake thought. He could see that she was probably beautiful in her youth. Her flowery dress showed off most of her thighs and arms, which surprised him since her body was quite fit for a woman her age. There was very little fat on her.
"Hi, I'm Jake! You must be Mark's grandma?" he asked. He'd heard that she was currently living with Mark. Her financial situation got bad after covid, so Mark invited her to move in with him. The woman shot off a big smile and put her hand forward.
"I'm Susan, Mark's grandma," she said as they shook hands. Jake was surprised at her strong grip. "Nice to finally meet you!" she said kindly. "Mark's told me so much about you, but aren't you supposed to be at college?"
"I wanted to surprise everybody, so I came home earlier than planned."
"Mark just left for the hardware store, but please, come in and we'll wait together. We have cookies and lemonade," Susan said gladly.
Walking all the way to Mark's place had made Jake tired, so lemonade sounded great. He followed her inside and sat down in the living room. Soon the conversation was flowing.
"How is it to live with your grandson?" he asked.
"It was difficult in the beginning because I'm so used to living alone, but we made it work. Mark's been so kind to me, even inviting me to use his home gym!" she exclaimed with joy.
"So you like exercising?" Jake asked curiously.
"Yes!" she replied excitedly. "It's a great way for someone my age to stay in shape. I started regularly going to the gym nine years ago and it's probably why I don't look like the fifty-nine-year-old that I am."
Jake's jaw dropped. Fifty-nine years old?! She looked to be in her late forties, despite the grey hair.
"Very impressive!" Jake said with genuine admiration. Susan loved hearing people talk about her "youthful" looks and smiled proudly at his reaction.
"Thank you dear," she said. "But it's not just my face, my body looks younger too!"
Susan suddenly flexed a double biceps pose, and two above-average-sized balls formed. Her arms were very toned and looked like they belonged on a thirty-year-old fitness enthusiast, not on a grandma! She held the pose while speaking:
"I mean, I'm not a bodybuilder or anything like that. Not nearly muscular enough. But I'm in much better shape than most women my age," she said with a big smile on her face. Jake sat quietly with a surprised expression.
"Wow..." he finally said. He was truly impressed by how fit she was despite her age. Suddenly, she walked over to him with a proud smile.
"I'm really proud of my healthy body. Not just the arms but my legs too!" she said and pointed to her thighs. "Go ahead, feel them! Aren't they very toned for a fifty-nine year old?"
Touch his friend's grandma? Weird! Then again, she sounded sincere and was probably just happy about showing off. After giving it some thought, Jake decided that her request was innocent so he put his hand on her thighs. Susan flexed her legs and he felt her thighs harden - even her legs belonged on someone much younger! He squeezed her thighs a few times and was surprised at how firm they were. They were probably firmer than his, he thought as he took his hands off.
"Impressive, huh?" she asked excitedly. Jake could only nod. "What about you, Jake? Do you exercise?"
He shook his head. His lanky arms and slim legs had never been at a gym. Susan continued to speak.
"Since I'm in quite a good shape. I'm probably stronger than you," she said matter of factly.
"No way!" he said. "You're in fantastic shape for a woman your age, but I'm a twenty-year-old man!"
Jake didn't sound cocky at all, just honest, and Susan thought that he made a fair point.
"I guess you're right," she said dejectedly. Then an idea hit her. "Maybe..... maybe we could do a test?" she said tentatively. "I'd really like to see how strong I am compared to a youngster like you so maybe we could wrestle? I have no wrestling experience but I might be hard to defeat. I weigh 140 lbs after all."
Jake tried to see if she was joking but she sounded very sincere. Surprisingly they weighed the same, but he was sure that he'd destroy her so he didn't really want to do this. However, he also didn't want to hurt her feelings so he obliged.
"Alright. But I don't wanna injure you," he said. "So how do we do this?"
She cleared the living room as they went over the rules. As both had never wrestled before, they agreed to not be too aggressive so as to avoid injuries.
Jake was confident that he'd easily get her in one of those holds he'd seen on TV. However, within a minute he found himself lying sideways on the floor with his head trapped firmly between Susan's thighs. She was smiling proudly at him as she kept him easily immobilized in a headscissors. He tried to pry her legs open but they were just too strong for him and engulfed his head from both sides. He did his best to not give up but after only thirty seconds he tapped out. He felt really shameful as Susan let him go so he could breathe.
After a minute, they started round two. Jake was sure that she'd won the first round on a fluke but after just twenty seconds she had wrestled him down on the floor again. She tried the same move as last time and soon his head was trapped between her thighs again. He couldn't believe what was happening and desperately tried to pry her thighs apart to get relief from the pain. Instead, Susan increased the pressure and within seconds he tapped out. She quickly let go of him and as he recuperated, his face looked distraught and very ashamed. She sat next to him with a concerned look on her face, gently stroked his hair and patted his back to try and make him feel better.
"I... I can't believe it!" Jake said dejectedly.
He was so ashamed that he couldn't look her in the eyes. This was supposed to be an easy win for him but instead, he got destroyed and was completely unable to stop her. She was fifty-nine years old, yet she'd been too strong for him. Susan could see the sadness in his eyes and spoke up.
"Jake, I don't want you to feel bad. I only wanted to try and see how I would fair against you. I didn't think I could win. I'm really sorry, dear."
He looked her in the eyes. She was obviously being honest and there was no sarcasm in her voice. He sighed heavily.
"I believe you... but, I'm a young man. How could I lose to someone who's almost sixty? How weak mustn't I be?" He looked like he would cry any minute.
"Come on now, dear," she said with a motherly smile. She wanted to comfort him. "I don't think you're weak. It's just that I'm probably quite strong, stronger than both of us expected."
Jake looked at her as she continued in a soothing tone.
"You're still young, you've got plenty of time to hit the gym and grow much stronger than me! You're not weak at all - you're just not strong enough yet," she said with a warm smile. But she knew that she was lying, for even she had been surprised at how weak he was and at how easily she subdued him. She hadn't expected to win, let alone dominate him completely. But to lift his spirit, he needed to hear that he wasn't weak.
Her words made Jake finally smile again. She was right, he thought. It wasn't his fault that he lost, she just happened to be very strong. Susan helped the deluded man to his feet and saw that he had a bruise on his face. She told him to go to the kitchen to get patched up but he was still so dazed from the headscissors that he couldn't walk straight. She decided that he needed some help, and two seconds later Jake suddenly felt himself airborne!
The fifty-nine year old woman had scooped the much taller man up in her arms in a cradle carry. Jake couldn't believe it and instinctively put his arms around her neck as she walked to the kitchen. Susan didn't seem fazed by his weight at all and soon arrived at the kitchen counter. She put Jake down and tended to his bruise, while he just stood there in shock.
"What the? How the? How did you do that?" he asked incredulously.
"My dear," she said calmly. "It's not a big deal. You couldn't walk on your own so I wanted to help you. I figured I could do it since you don't look like you weigh much."
"But....wasn't it difficult?" he asked.
"Honestly, I'm a bit surprised at how easy it was," she replied. "I didn't struggle at all! I must be much stronger than I thought I was!"
She sounded so proud. Not only had she utterly dominated a much younger man in wrestling, but she had carried him like a baby! This was so exhilarating, she thought. Suddenly she lifted him up in another cradle carry.
"What are you doing?" he asked with sudden alarm. Susan laughed happily before answering.
"It was so fun the first time so I wanted to try again!"
She started walking back to the living room and even bounced him in her arms once to adjust his weight. This made her feel more powerful than ever and she smiled proudly.
Meanwhile Jake felt something else. As he lay still in her arms, being easily carried, he started getting a hard-on! The slim man was very confused now. Why was his body reacting like this? Was he enjoying being overpowered and carried by her? And more importantly, he didn't want her to see it. It would be too embarrassing!
Susan was brimming with pride as she entered the living room and twirled in a circle before gently lowering him to the ground. She made another double-biceps pose.
"How impressive am I?" she asked happily.
"Very...." was all he could say as he was too overwhelmed by everything. Luckily she hadn't noticed his erection as she was too busy talking.
"This is so much fun, Jake! Let's try something else, ok?"
She turned her back to him and bent down - she was inviting him for a piggyback ride. But he was scared that she would feel his erection, even though it was becoming smaller. Susan tried to push him on.