Stacy Tames Balls at The Dojo Pt.1

This is a story @tobybalanas48 and I collaborated on.

I don’t know what’s good with the mobile version but it made me cut it into 6 pieces.

John was the eldest of his siblings who his mother Stacey wasn’t particularly proud of due to his bullish behaviour. Stacey was approaching 40, was a former highly sot after promotional girl but now a mildly successful business owner. Although older and a little heavier then she used to be, the extra weight went to all the right places. Namely, tits, ass and thighs. John became irritable with his mother when he entered his teenage years, as it was then that all his friends started noticing his mother’s beauty and were reminding him in a regular basis. To make matters worst, he had succumbed to his mothers beauty at the age of 14 on a beach holiday as he watched his mother bathe in the water and not realising it was her until she approached him. By this time he was semi hard and could no longer deny his own attraction. He didn’t really get along with him mother, so this undeniable attraction was quite the shot to his ego. Consequently he often acted out. Now 18, he was worst than ever. His mother was at her wits end John, for a number of years she had sent him to the local dojo thinking that the Sensei would provide her son with focus and discipline, but instead his behaviour only improved for a short period before degenerating down to his current form.

He was now completely out of control. To make matters worse, he was also now trained. He was a menace in the house, constantly bullying his younger brother and sister, physically. And he didn’t listen to a word his mother said and she couldn’t even punish him because he would laugh and physically prevent her from taking his things. What really irritated his mother was also the way he spoke about women. He would often quote the vulgar comments his Sensei made about other women too.
The last straw came when John seriously injured his brother for not doing John’s chores and said that his Sensei told him to show his siblings “who’s boss”. And when his mother went to yell at him he said “and what are you going to do about it? Smother me with your boobs? Hahahaha”. And stormed off to his room.

That was it, she couldn’t tolerate being a second class citizen to her bully of a son in her own household any longer. She had to put an end to this. She caught wind of the fact that he was going to spend that weekend at a friends house even though he was supposed to be grounded. She didn’t bother trying to stop him, he’d walk all over her anyways.

Saturday morning she got in her car and drove to the Dojo to speak with John’s Sensei about this learned behavior.

The next morning, Stacey headed straight to the so called Dojo. She didn’t think too much about what she was wearing, so she just popped on some tight black leggings and an even smaller and tighter shirt. Her ample bosoms were really stretching that white top and despite the high top, was actually showing some cleavage. Stacey stormed into the dojo looking around. She saw 4 or 5 late teenagers just chatting away, presumably students. “Excuse me.” she called out to them. They turned around to face her, all somewhat bewildered by her figure. The eldest of the bunch spoke first “hey there” he smiled. “How can I help you? You see anything you like?” he said with his smug face. Stacey realised then that this supposed sansei had affected more than just her boy. This kid just looked so smug and sleazy and he wasn’t even a man yet. She now knew exactly where John got it from. She’d seen many a man like this and was going to have no issues dealing with this one. “Do I see anything I like? No! I just see a little starry eyed boy that has never spoken to woman of this stature before”. The boy was taken aback by this and he could hear his friends laughing at his predicament. As he finally pulled himself together, he was about to speak before Stacey cut him off and told him “Go fetch your Sensai.”

5 minutes late, the sensai emerged from his back room. He wondered out until laying eyes on Stacey, and then he stiffened his posture and began to strut. As soon as Stacey saw him she knew she was at the source of her son’s bad turn, John idolized him. Without even speaking to him, she knew this was not going to go well. “Well hello there lady!” Stacey wasn’t having any of this. She stood their with her legs slightly apart. The new posture accentuated her legs and as his gaze struggled to stay focussed but instead drifted from legs, to tits to face and then legs again he said “How can I help you?” This made Stacey skin crawl and she just walked towards him in a strut. With each beat of her foot on the dojo mat, her breasts bounced.

“You and I have an issue. I sent my son John here to learn some discipline! And because of you-“
Sensei cut her off abruptly “Hold on, hold on there missy! That is no way to talk to a Sensei in his own dojo, is it? You’re the one who seems to need a little discipline hahaha”. All of his students laughed along. Stacy stood there with the most disgusted look a mother could have. The Sensei began pacing back and forth and continued to speak. “Now we can try that whole interaction again, but I’ll give you a fair warning to watch your tone this time, I am not the guy to mess with. The way you have physically approached me and addressed me with such hostility makes me think you’re looking to challenge me… you don’t want that, do you?” all of his students started laughing hysterically at the thought of this suburban mother challenging their mighty Sensei.
“You know what? I would like to challenge you. And if I win, I’m the new Sensei?” Stacy asked.

“That’s how it works.” The Sensei said with a grin and a chuckle. “Like you could ever be the boss of anyone let alone a dojo haha”

‘This will be fun’ he thought to himself. He did start to get a chub as Stacy’s breasts bounced slightly as she took off her flip flops.

“Jake, begin the countdown for me to teach this old lady a lesson.”
Stacy let out an appalled gasp due to how he just addressed her.
The student, Jake, began counting down “THREE, TWO, ONE, FIGHT!”

The Sensei began strutting towards her calmly with a big devious grin on his face. He couldn’t wait to toy with this women. In his head he was ready to completely humiliate her. The plan was to duck anything she threw at him, drop to the floor, sweep her legs out from under her and make her beg for mercy when she realized she was in over her skis. And even if she did hit him, he would laugh, he’s been hit by trained fighters before.