Back at home, Heather and Anna are talking… (interlude)

While Billy lay **** in his own ring, a humiliated wreck, Heather and Anna were safe and warm at home, happily speaking with one another.

“It’s so good to have you back home, dear,” Heather smiled. She had missed her daughter, while Anna had been away on her big trip to France.

Anna was happy to be home too, but for slightly more devious reasons. She never could have guessed how her big return would go… Knocking her older brother the fuck out with a well-timed uppercut, then making him admit that she was better than him. More than anything, she wanted to talk with her mother about what had happened the other day… But she could tell it wasn’t going to be easy.

“I can’t believe Billy finally LOST. And to me!” Anna marvelled. “It wasn’t even that hard. It only took me one punch, and BAM!”

Heather was apprehensive. Now that the intensity of that moment had passed, the mature woman was more than a little embarrassed at how she had let herself get carried away in Billy’s loss to Anna. Mocking his **** body, planting kisses on his chin… She wished Anna hadn’t seen her like that. It was wrong for Heather to get so excited about Billy losing so badly.

“Ah… Yes, dear…” Heather smiled weakly. “Maybe you could tell me more about what France was like?”

Anna tilted her head, a quizzical smile on her lips.

“You look tense, mom,” Anna commented. “Could I get you something to drink?”

“Oh… Yes, thank you sweetie,” Heather exhaled, relieved for the topic change.

Anna strutted to the kitchen, humming a happy tune, and fetched two glasses from the cabinet. Anna poured a glass of wine for her mother, and another one for herself. Anna usually wasn’t a drinker, but this moment felt special.

Besides… The scheming young nerd wanted to ease a bit of wine-drunk talkativeness out of her goddess of a mom, and she figured that would be easier if they were both drinking.

The two of them sat down on the couch and continued their chatting. Anna allowed Heather to guide the conversation at times, but would occasionally bring the conversation back to Billy’s embarrassing knockout the previous night. Each time, she smiled as she saw her mother awkwardly taking a sip of wine, to avoid having to comment.

Anna felt a bit bad for manipulating her sweet mother like this, but… She NEEDED to talk more about everything that had happened, and she NEEDED to know what Heather thought about it all. After all, Heather was always bragging to people about Billy’s boxing accomplishments… And seeing him lose to Anna had clearly had an effect on her the previous night. She would no doubt make a wonderful conversation partner, once she had loosened up a bit.

“It was crazy. He really just… Fell,” Anna marvelled.

Heather squirmed awkwardly in her seat, her generously-buxom body shifting with the motion.

“Yes. Yes he did, honey,” she replied. “So where were you staying in France? Was it-“

“I can’t get over how hard he went down,” Anna interrupted, not wanting the topic to change quite yet. Heather took a nervous sip of her wine, and squeaked slightly.

“Yes… He sure did go down hard…” Heather replied. Already more of a response than she would have been willing to give earlier in the night. It seemed the wine was working its magic perfectly.

“Can I tell you a secret?” Anna asked, leaning towards her mother as she sat beside her on the couch.

Heather gulped, and nodded. “Of course, dear,” she said. Anna smiled.

“I talked to Billy about it,” Anna said. “I had some questions about everything that happened. Why he lost so badly. Why he looked so scared of me. And you know what he told me?”

Heather was very nervous now, and took another gulp of her wine. But all the same, excited tingles filled her belly… And she was hanging on Anna’s every word. She needed to know.

“What did he tell you, honey?” Heather barely whispered over the top of her glass.

Anna grinned.

“He told me I was better than him. He told me I had ALWAYS been better than him. That’s why he was so scared of me. He said he knew I was a fast learner, and was afraid I would be better at boxing than he was,” Anna said. “He said I was already better than most of the guys at his club.”

Heather gasped.

“…He said that…?” she asked in a whisper.

“He did,” Anna nodded.

They stared at each other in silence for several seconds. Then, the two women started laughing. It was like a dam broke as all the apprehension washed away, and shocked, disbelieving amusement was shared between these two family members who had long known the cocky, hard-headed man that Billy was.

“He SAID that?” Heather repeated, in awe.

“He did!” Anna giggled. “He really did! And you know what? I believe him!”

“Goodness… How could you not? You knocked him out after one lesson!” Heather said, and the two of them broke out into even more giggles.

Oh my… If Billy had said all that about Anna… What might that mean for Heather? Could she also have taken out any one of Billy’s clubmates? Had Billy always feared his mother’s skills too, or had they come as more of a surprise? After all, he was the one who had wanted to fight her in the first place, whereas he had tried to avoid the match with Anna at all costs…

It seemed there was a lot Heather didn’t know about her cocky young son. She’d never had any idea that he felt that way about his younger sister. But clearly, he’s been right to feel inferior… In just one lesson, Anna had taken him down, despite all of his accomplishments and training…

“I can’t believe this…” Heather said, a wine blush on her cheeks as she shook her head. “You know, not long before you came home, I… Ah… W-Well, nevermind…” Heather trailed off, embarrassed.

Anna sat up quickly. “No, tell me!” she insisted. “What were you going to say?”

Heather hesitated, but she couldn’t resist her cute daughter’s excited, pleading eyes. With a sigh that shifted her breasts, the breasts that once nourished both Billy and Anna, Heather continued.

“Well… A few days before you came home… Your older brother asked me to fight him, too. Almost begged me, really. And…” Heather gulped. “…And I also knocked him out…”

Anna’s eyes grew wide and her mouth dropped. Did… Did Heather just say…? Wait, did their MOM just admit she had knocked Billy out too??

“So I understand how you’re feeling. I felt much the same way the first time I saw him just… Crumble…” Heather finished, awkwardly.

Anna was astounded. This was completely unexpected. She had just wanted to gush and brag about her own big win, but now… She needed to know more. Her hot mom had beaten up her older brother?? Billy had lost to their MOM!?!

“No way. No WAY!” Anna yelled, before an excited squeal rushed out of her. “You knocked him out too!?”

“Yes. I was shocked by how… I don’t know… EASY, it was? I only hit him a few times, but… Out he went,” Heather said, the wine helping the words flow from her gorgeous lips.

She had long bottled these feelings up, and as ashamed as she was to admit it, it felt good to finally have someone she could talk to about what had happened. Both to process the shocking outcome of her brief match… And to feel some pride on the big victory that had, until this point, been kept a secret.

“I felt so bad too. He had been so excited to show me how to box,” Heather said, contemplatively running a finger around the rim of her wine glass. “So excited to fight with me. At least, the first time. After that it was more like frustration and a need to prove himself, but…”

“The FIRST time?” Anna asked, cutting her mother off. “You knocked out Billy more than one time?”

Heather’s face went white.

“Oh… Oh, honey, forget I said that, I… That wasn’t fair of me to say…”

Anna wasn’t having it. With focused, determined eyes, the young woman shifted closer beside Heather on the couch. She set their wine glasses aside, and took her mother’s hands into hers - staring at Heather with wide, excited eyes.

“Tell me EVERYTHING.”

Heather clicked her tongue, hesitating. But, with a small wine-blush on her cheeks, she couldn’t hold back. It was so hard to resist Anna. Or her own urge to share all the juiciest details. And so… She told the young woman everything that had happened between her and Billy.

“Well… Alright, dear… It started when he asked if I wanted to learn how to box…”