Chapter #65Cattleya, Warrior Mommy by: chaos   As the sun began to set, two travelers made camp. They were mother and son, journeying together to fight in the Queen’s Blade Tournament, a battle to decide the future queen of the lands through skill, stamina and strength. Women from all over the world competed, battling each other until one was left standing. Most fought for glory or power, but a single mother fought simply for the hope her lost husband would see her and come home.
Cattleya was not like most warriors. She was older then most fighters and fought with strength rather then skill or speed, but at seven feet tall and over two hundred pounds she didn’t have much of a choice in the way she fought. Cattleya weight wasn’t because she was fat, but rather that over the years parts of her had gotten much bigger. Her breasts were huge bouncing orbs of meat, each much bigger then her head. Her hips were very wide, with thick long legs to match. She had a very large, soft rear that would sway with her movements. If she ever became queen, she would have to get a special throne to fit her huge, juicy rear.
With a sultry, large body, her face didn’t match up. She had a very cute face that would have suited a teenager more then a life long warrior. An old pair of glasses hung from her nose as her hair hung in a ponytail behind her head. For a woman with a sensuous figure she made it work with her adorable face.
Covering her large, bouncy body was what could best be described as an apron she wore during her day job of creating weapons. It was very flimsy, the back nothing more then strip to keep it together and cover her rear slightly. It was not normal warrior armor, but Cattleya was too big to fit into any of the suits of armor being sold and couldn’t afford custom armor. She would feel embarrassed about her outfit if her son didn’t assure her that he thought she looked pretty in it.
Rana, her baby boy, he barely reached her thigh and couldn’t hold a blade, but stuck close to her. Unlike her he was small and frail looking, they shared the same cute face, but other then that they had nothing in common other then the love between mother and son. Her baby was so kind and innocent, he clung to her during battles refusing to move. He made things harder, but having him close gave Cattleya comfort. She loved her son and would do anything for him.
“Rana, could you be a dear and go look for some firewood?” Cattleya the Giant Killer asked her young son who eagerly nodded his head and ran off to help his mother. Sighing Cattleya sat down on the ground and pulled off her boots and gloves, tossing them aside with the other supplies. Being on the road after years of living in a home was tough, but she was handling the change, it was Rana that worried her. He was such a sensitive boy; all this fighting had to hurt him psychologically.
“Rana, what am I going to do about you?”
“Mommy?”
Turning around, Cattleya forced herself to smile. “Rana! That was quick, did you find enough firewood?”
“Yes,” Rana slowly said, clutching a few branches to his tiny chest. He looked hard at his mother, biting his lips as he fought to contain his emotions. He knew what his mommy was worried about and it hurt him to know his own weakness was causing her pain. He knew he wasn’t strong and big like her, but he didn’t want to burden her. He knew he had to show her he wasn’t a baby any more.
“Mommy, I know you think I’m weak, but I can be strong, really!” Rana blurted out, dropping the sticks and running to his mother. Cattleya only stared as her son grabbed her apron and cried up at her, begging her to see him not as a burden. “I’ve been training mommy! I’ve been studying a book Leina left at our house when she slept over. It’s got all these pictures of ladies wrestling and I’ve been reading it every night when you’re asleep. I’m sorry for not telling you mommy, but I know how to fight now so you don’t have to worry about me.”
Cattleya smiled warmly at her son, her heart filling with love for her son’s selflessness. She knelt down and embraced her son, pulling him between her huge breasts. “Oh baby, I could never be mad at you. You’ve never been a burden to me, just a blessing.” Cattleya held him lightly between her massive knockers for several more seconds. She didn’t want to hug him too tightly or his whole head would be buried in her breasts. No need to suffocate him between her boobs.
“Mommy,” Rana began, pulling his face from the giant breasts to look properly at his mother. “I want to prove I’m strong. Can I show you some of the fighting moves Leina’s book taught me?”
“Of course, just be careful, I don’t want you to get hurt.”
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