Another mommy knockout

Heather pulled on her lucky gloves. Oh, how she’d missed this. They felt snug on her hands. The felt right.

It was once again Billy’s job to clear the couches and make space for the training session. Heather oversaw it, a coy smile on her face as her eldest child and only son made room for their boxing lesson.

And train they did. Billy was sluggish, and dimwitted, but he had once been such a highly skilled boxer that even after over one hundred consecutive daily knockouts, he could still stammer his way through advising his mom on the proper form and best ways of throwing killer punches. And he loved watching her shadowbox.

Billy’s brain was mostly running on autopilot as he trained her, the promising young fighter losing focus to his mother’s incredible body and the way it bounced with each powerful punch. If he had been more mentally present, he might not have trained her so correctly. But soon, her skill level had increased, and it was time for the traditional end-of-lesson sparring match. The “undefeated” champ Billy vs his mature, milfy mom.

Anna had come down earlier, to watch her muscular older brother in his big return-to-boxing fight. She couldn’t hide her smirk as she saw him so slow and woozy even now, standing across from their fit goddess of a mother. She still had no idea about Billy’s past, original matches vs mom, so she couldn’t wait to see if the woman who raised them would put her big bro to sleep.

“I just want to see if he’s okay,” Anna had said, when taking position on the couch. “I hadn’t meant for my uppercut to put him out of commission for so long.”

It was time. Time to fight his mom.

As they stood across from one another, Heather’s huge breasts drew Billy’s eye. They were big, bouncing, full of life and warmth. Shoved into the same overly-tight, constrictive pink sports bra she’d worn every other time she had knocked him out.

Billy could feel his legs weakening, trained by the memory of her tits and what came after them. Hard leather, delivered straight to his champion chin.

But some part of him knew that this was it. He had to stop her. He couldn’t lose again. He couldn’t let her switch him off like a light, or his days as a champion - his days as a boxer - would be over.

Billy moved forward to try and fight, but he was slow. Sluggish. He threw with bad form and unstable legs. Heather easily sidestepped her champion son’s poor attempts to knock her down.

“You’re worse than I remember, Billy.” Heather chided. “I don’t fancy your odds.”

She hadn’t thrown a punch yet. She was just observing him, dodging or easily blocking his weak strikes.

“Come on Billy! You’ve had FOUR MONTHS to recover!”

With that, Heather threw out a simple jab, basically just testing the range more than anything else, and her glove found his chin. His head snapped back from his mom’s light punch, and he crumbled. Toppling over in a humiliating, limp heap at her feet. Knocked out. Cold-cocked in his big return match against his mom.

Giving her those loaded gloves had been such a huge mistake. A career-ender.

“Holy shit!” Anna shouted, eyes going wide. “You got knocked out by MOM!”

She leapt up from the couch and rushed over to the sad little pile that was her brother. Sleepy Billy. Floored by momma’s overhand. Napping it off.

“O-Oh!” Heather moved a hand to her chest, shocked. She hadn’t expected him to go to sleep from that. She had meant to toy with him for much longer. “Is he really out…?”

She stared at her strong, confident son. His legs bent weirdly as he rested at the feet of Momma bear. His own gloves uselessly on the ends of his limp, outstretched arms. The poor darling would be sleeping all day like that.

“YOU GOT FUCKED! AHAHAHAH!!” Anna yelled into his peaceful, unresponsive face. It was like Heather wasn’t even there. This was a moment between nerdy Anna and her big bro. The big bro currently sleeping on his back, staring up at the ceiling, after getting finished by his mom again.

“Champ down! Champ down!” Anna mocked him. “You’re all talk, you stupid loser!”

“A-Anna…” Heather stepped forward, mouth going dry as she watched her daughter taunting and playing with her **** older brother.

“Mom… You knocked him out! You fucking knocked out Billy, ahahah!”

“Oh dear…” Heather cooed, rubbing her thighs together as an erotic shiver ran through her body. She could see that Billy was OUT out. He wasn’t waking up any time soon. The powerful, undefeated champion athlete her son had become… And she punched him into a deep slumber.

The mature woman grinded her thighs together some more, feeling hot and wet. Poor Billy… Her poor son… He was just too weak. She was just too powerful. All of his boxing accolades meant nothing against his sexy mommy.

She was so fucking turned on.

Billy was too knocked out to know it, but he had been reduced to his little sister and mother’s plaything. Anna toying with his body, insulting him to his sleeping face, and Heather relishing in the sexual energy of her primal, physical victory against her accomplished son.

The constant knockouts had turned the club champion into a shadow of his former self. And with how fragile his chin had been made, a full-power punch from a loaded glove had him DEEP fucking asleep.

"What's wrong, Billy?” Heather spoke quietly and breathily. “F-Feeling a little scatterbrained? ...Did I scatter your brains?"

She gasped as a jolt of pleasure shot through her pussy.

“T-Take care of him, Anna… Wake him up again… I’ve got to…”

Heather’s voice trailed off as she turned and hurried away to her bedroom, face red and pussy wet, hungry for a few fingers. Oh, goodness gracious… She’d done it again. She’d fucking slept him.

Anna smiled down at her peacefully resting brother.

“You hear that, Billy? Mom says I’ve got to take care of you,” she shook her head, amused. “Oh, I can’t believe you just got knocked out by mom. Holy fucking shit…”

She took his face in her hand, rolling it around.

“You must be so embarrassed.” Anna taunted. “I did this to you. I did. I made you so fucking weak that you just got KO’d by MOM. Jesus Christ. Poor little Billy. Limp as a noodle.”

Well, he was all Anna’s now. She was free to do whatever she liked with what was left of him. Of her strong, arrogant, annoying older brother boxer. The sleepy one. Mom had her fun knocking out Billy, and now, it was Anna’s turn to play.