A display of dominance

You know what? Fuck it. Fuck him. She was having fun.

Billy was such a sore loser. Such an arrogant boy. Such a weak little fucking prick. How could he act like such an ass, just to get knocked out in one shot? By his mother? And as his mother, Heather needed to teach Billy some manners. To really drill it into his skull until he was better behaved. Maybe he could get away with some of it when he was still the boxing prodigy, the undefeated champion. But he’d met his match. What kind of champion goes to sleep with one flick of the arm? What kind of son gets knocked out by his own mother? Physically defeated? Smacked so hard that he fainted.

Heather mounted him as he lay sleeping on her bedroom floor. The champ showed no signs of coming to.

“Knocky knocky~~” Heather said, raising one powerful glove up beside her head. She had an evil grin as she pinned his sleeping body down with her legs. She felt the rise and fall of his slumbering chest beneath her pussy.

Billy was about to be taught a lesson by his nude mother, and her lovely lullaby fists.

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

Without any further ado, the middle-aged milf started whaling on her son’s face. Each punch landed with a thud, rocketing his head to the other side, as her dropping pussy leaked out excited juices onto his chest.

Fuck, this was fun. She felt so strong. She felt young again.

Left! Right! Left! Right! Left! Right!

Her sleepyhead son’s “undefeated” face whipped side to side with each shot. The punches landed on his chin, his cheek, his temple. Heather was merciless. He’d forfeited his right to mercy by being such a brat.

Billy’s jaw went slack and tight and slack, his eyes opening and then closing again. The rapid-fire combo of shots were punching him awake, then knocking him out, then waking him up, then knocking him out…

Up! Out! Up! Out! Up! Out!

Round and round Billy’s head spun, consciousness coming and going just as fast, as the nude goddess he called a mother kept him pinned down and continued having her fun, laughing.

Her son. Her boxing champion. Would he ever be the same again after this? Or was she taking it all away from him on a whim? Did she really have enough power to totally destroy him?

“I’d like to see you try to walk straight tomorrow!” Heather boasted.

Billy only caught pieces of it. His senses would return, then vanish, and return again. It was all happening too fast for him to react. The only thing he could process was the occasional flashes of his beautiful, goddess of a mother, grinning and laughing as she slammed those loaded gloves into his face, completely nude. So much **** and ferocity was put into each shot on the defenceless, fading champ, that her big boobs were bouncing wildly non-stop. That was all Billy could see. That was all he could think about in between flashes of darkness and sleep.

His body shook. His legs twitched as his mother pinned him down and slammed him with shot after shot. Punch after punch. The lovely, caring woman who had been so proud of her boxing son just a few weeks ago, had found something new to be proud of. Her own ability. Now she just had to get her son to admit it.

“You’re all talk. All. Talk!”

Billy convulsed. She was knocking him out too much. Heather clenched her legs together, using him like a human vibrator. Part of her loved the idea of this being the end of his career. How his bright future was shut down. By his naked, goddess, powerhouse mom and her nonstop punches.

“Annndd… BAM!”

Heather slammed one last fist into him for good measure. Billy was staring at her huge, bouncing breasts when the glove came in yet again, filled his vision, and then… darkness.

SMACK!

Billy’s body jumped from the shot, then went limp. He was out cold. Dealt with. His arms were limp and useless, and his head was off to one side. Drooling. Mommy wins again.

Heather stared down at him, panting. Her naked chest moved with the breaths. She’d worked up quite a sheen of sweat, letting that all out on him.

“God, I’m such a slut…” she gasped quietly to herself. “You made me like this, you know? You made me into a boxing slut with your glass jaw. Knocking you out is too fun for your own good, Billy…”

She ran a glove over her slim tummy, up to grope a boob. The other went to apply a gentle pressure on her dripping pussy.

The champ was out cold. His club had no idea. No idea at all of where their prodigy found himself. Of how his sexy milf mom made him shake and bounce and fucking sleep. How she could fucking finish him. God, she was so hot. And he was so done. So totally done.

Would he even be able to stand up tomorrow?