Reward Art: Barb the Berserker Lingerie

More sweet art coming in early. Done by https://twitter.com/DemiDraws. 

Barb is from one of my earliest stories on here. A giant amazon of a mom who wrestled all her life and does her best to raise her kid on her own. She's normally a masked brute of a wrestler, making for fun contrast. I imagine while a huge lady with a couple scars, the champ does some photoshoots for her league. She just doesn't wear it for many people besides her son...

The stories are back here http://www.hentai-foundry.com/stories/user/luffy316/25333/Wrestling-With-Mom. Would be fun to get back to some time when I can think of another idea... like maybe a lingerie shoot... huh...

 I  was going through college when things got their deepest. My mom was one  of the oldest women in the league at 43, but a long-time champ for  almost a year at the time. The XFWKVDWL was one of the wrestling leagues  that was made when they made "real wrestling" legal. All the realism of  boxing with the theatrics of pro wrestling. They kept the staged stuff  around, but people ate up the real violence like the coliseum of old.
 

Barbara  Sanders had been a wrestler for most of my life and a lot of her own,  so I was sort of jaded to a lot of the world. I didn't bother watching  these days unless mom was on or if she wanted to watch it. She was my  absolute hero for as long as I could remember. She was a huge woman,  built like a tank but with this sweet, beautiful face. It was a shame  for her to hide it behind a mask, even if it just covered the top half  and ended right above her nose, drawing the eye to the inch-long scar  that trailed from her left cheek down past her jaw. She had straight  blonde hair and a big chest held up but piles of muscle; muscles that  bounced when she laughed and rippled when she tried to get comfortable  on the couch. I think that was part of the magic between us; I knew this  side of that no one in the world got to see. The shit-talking giant in  the arena was the affectionate woman who needed me to make anything more  complicated than toast and ate like a horse. It must have been how she  kept her feminine curves despite those beefy arms and legs. I inherited  her hair and eye color, but apparently turned out lean like my dad  instead of a natural linebacker.