Billy’s sweet dreams

It was over. His mom had knocked him out - TOTALLY out - in front of his biggest believer. His own boxing coach. And Heather had just fucking slept him in front of her.

Some part of Billy’s defeated, slumbering brain must have understood the significance of that dreadful loss. Because, as he lay uselessly on the living room floor, slept by a gorgeous milf… He began to dream.

Billy’s dream began in a boxing ring. He was 26 years old. A battered and bruised opponent was standing across the ring from him, looking defeated, while Billy felt ready to go ten more rounds. A voice from beside him told him he wouldn’t need to.

“The new Light Heavyweight champion of the world… BILLY!”

The crowd was cheering. Uproariously. It was so loud. Nobody had expected such a young man to defeat the incumbent champion - let alone so decisively. Everyone in attendance knew one thing for sure - this was the best boxer the world had ever seen.

Billy went home shortly after, wearing his brilliant new championship belt around his waist. The door opened as he reached it - his gorgeous goddess of a mother waiting for him after his big win.

Heather stood there, looking like the almighty, smokeshow milf bombshell she was. An amused, indulgent expression on her face as her son returned from his big day. Notably, she had those loaded gloves perched proudly on her wide, buxom hips.

The older Billy stopped in his tracks as he saw her. With a teasing smile, sticking out her impressive bust, Heather greeted him.

“That was quite a show, sweetheart~” she purred.

All of a sudden her fists were moving, and she stunned him with a punch. Billy barely had time to stumble back a step before his mother followed through with a second one that knocked him out cold.

Without any fanfare or grandiosity, Billy flopped backwards limply, landing **** on the porch. His legs bent back weirdly, and his arms loose and dangling.

“Unnhh…” air escaped his mouth and his eyes closed. The new champ on his big day, completely out after two punches from mom.

Heather took off one glove and threw it unceremoniously to the floor beside him.

“I’ll take that~” Heather purred, as she bent at the hips. Using her bare hand, she peeked Billy’s new championship belt from his waist as he rested there, bent awkwardly and twitching.

Languishingly, Heather stood up straight over his broken form. Lifting the belt, she smirked as she toted it over her hips.

“There’s only one champ in this household, Billy,” she reminded his crumpled, humiliated form - before lifting a dainty foot and planting it on his crotch. Laying her claim over her broken, dominated son.

The best boxer in the world - knocked out by his mom.