No, then yes

You think about it for a minute and tell her that you don't want to hurt her. She smirks and raises her eyebrow before asking if you're sure that you're not just scared.

You get a little annoyed but stand your ground. She starts dancing around the kitchen like a chicken, teasing you about being too scared to fight her.

You get mad and accept her challenge, telling her that you're going to wipe the mat with her. She stops dancing and grins, suggesting that you both go after the gym closes, so that she has all the time in the world to teach you a lesson. You agree and tell her that you're the one who is going to be teaching her.

You arrive at the gym before her and she parks her car next to yours and leads the way inside. She shows you the room where you'll be wrestling and then leads you to the locker rooms.

You change into your gym shorts and a tight shirt before entering the wrestling room and start to stretch, waiting for your mom. She enters the room wearing the clothes you saw her wearing earlier. Your eyes widen in shock when she unzips her sweatshirt, revealing a tight red sports bra that barely contains her ample bosom. You remove your shirt and continue stretching.

She stretches for a few moments in silence before asking you if you're ready. You nod and you both get into wrestling stances and start to circle each other.

You grab each other by the shoulders and struggle for a dominate position.