Billy’s walk home

After rolling Carly’s limp, sleeping body off of his lap, leaving her lying on that locker room bench, Billy left the gym and headed home. Carly showed no signs of waking up any time soon. It seemed like she was going to be resting all night, sleeping off their fight. And the poor girl needed it.

Before leaving, Billy had found Carly’s bag, with her phone and car keys and a change of clothes. He made sure to tuck it gently under the sleeping girl’s head, for extra comfort and ease of discovery. No doubt she would be waking up confused and drowsy. She had taken some heavy hits in the fight, and she had obviously been… Addled, before.

His eyes lingered on that thick, bare ass a moment longer. Carly’s soaked orange shorts were still stretched around her knees, one thick thigh lying on top of the other and her pussy exposed to the open air. A light snore drifted from her lips with each and every slow, rhythmic breath. Knocked out in the locker rooms. Destroyed.

Billy left. Matt had been the one to drive him to the gym, so he would have to walk home, now that it was apparent his buddy had left with the rest of the audience. The college was about an hour’s walk from Billy’s house, but he didn’t mind. And he understood why offering a trip home might had slipped his friend’s mind, given everything.

Still. It felt like things were cool between them now. There had been an unspoken tension there that Billy never really noticed, not consciously, but now that it was gone… He felt lighter.

The cool night air was refreshing on his sweaty skin. Billy had his shirt thrown over one bare shoulder, hanging half over his chest and half over his back. His boxing gloves dangled by his side, held together by his right hand - his thumb slipped inside the cuff of one, and his forefinger slipped inside the cuff of the other, pressed together. He walked in a quick, confident stride. Feeling great. Feeling alive.

He never could have imagined feeling this good right after a fight where CARLY literally knocked him out. But he felt on top of the world.

His dick had finally settled down to a thick half-chub. It wouldn’t get any softer than that. Billy had never gotten to cum after all that, and his cock still tingled with the faint need of something left without attention for too long. But the cool air helped with that too.

About twenty minutes into the walk, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He slipped it out with his left hand, still holding his gloves in his right, to look at the message.

It was from Karen.

His stride suddenly stopped, and his heart throbbed. He tucked his gloves under an arm and held his phone in both hands, bringing it closer to his nervous face to read what she had said.

Karen: Selena showed me a very interesting live-stream. We only caught the end of it, but it was quite entertaining. Good work out there, brain fog boy. But don’t forget who has you all figured out.

Of course. Billy should have known the footage would get to Karen eventually. But he hadn’t expected her to be watching live - Selena must quietly follow Kristen’s account, and decided her mom needed to see what was going on. He didn’t think that shy girl would be the type to enjoy Kristen’s more energetic, upbeat content. But then, he didn’t know much about Selena at all.

At least Karen seemed pleased with what she had seen. Billy had always suspected the purring tigress of a milf took the most satisfaction out of being the ONLY one to beat him, as far as she knew, and he couldn’t imagine what she might have done if he’d lost in that first round. Publicly, embarrassingly, decisively, and to a girl. Billy shuddered.

Karen would surely have discarded him, and he was sure he didn’t want to see how exactly Karen would go about getting rid of him once and for all.

Billy: I know, Karen. You own me.

Billy texted back submissively, shuddering again as he sent her exactly what she wanted to hear. He hoped that playing to the rich bitch’s satisfaction would prolong his survival. And it seemed to work, at least for now.

Karen: Come by my house tomorrow. 1:00PM. You’re going to be very happy you belong to me.

The night air felt even cooler on his skin, suddenly. He texted back an obedient agreement nonetheless, saying that he would be there. He didn’t know what Karen wanted, but he knew he would have to go along with it.

It was a reminder that things weren’t totally fixed yet. His life was still out of control, topsy-turvy. He was a rich bitch milf’s slave. But at least the public hadn’t found out about his weakening chin. Sure, he had ended up getting knocked out and slumping to the mat, but… Now that his phone was open, he was seeing messages from other people. He had Karen’s number listed as a priority number, so her texts always buzzed his phone, but messages from other people he didn’t know very well had also clearly been coming through. He flipped through a couple of them.

great work out there champ

heyyyy! if youre free this weekend i would LOVE to catch a movie or something with you, we can have some food before it too >:3

Yo was Carly actually snoring like that, or was it part of the act?

In total, there were about twenty one people who had already reached out to him in the hour or so since the fight ended. Billy replied to the messages that warranted a reply, and ignored the rest. People were already texting him about “knowing it was fake” but having fun anyway, and congratulations on the successful club promo.

Maybe things were alright. Maybe he could coast by a little bit longer.

Maybe.

He put his phone away, took his boxing gloves out from under his arm, and continued walking home.

When Billy finally stepped through the front door, he expected confrontation from Anna. Getting jumped, or at least yelled at. He didn’t know that she had been in any way responsible for the fight, let alone that she was the mastermind behind the whole thing, but she had mentioned being friends with Carly over dinner the other night, and she had seemed… Invested, in Carly’s win, as she sat smugly in the audience.

He came in with his guard up. At least as “up” as it could be. His battered mind was still reeling from the knockout he’d suffered. Billy couldn’t even believe he had gotten up again himself. He’d never HAD to discover what his reaction would be to getting knocked out in a real fight before. That was the first time he’d been tested.

But Anna did not jump out at him. He breathed out a sigh of relief, then suddenly jumped at the sound of Heather’s voice.

“How did it go~?” she smiled at him, looking as beautiful as ever, standing in her bedroom door.

Heather was holding a half-drunk glass of red wine in her left hand, and her face had the slight wine blush to match. She wore a pale blue silk robe, loosely tied around the waist. The ‘V’ between the fabric was open for much further than usual, exposing the very deep valley of Heather’s cleavage, and very nearly exposing her breasts themselves. Evidently, she wore nothing underneath. Billy could tell by the clear bumps of her nipples, visible through the thin, expensive material stretched over her massive jugs. He could also tell by the faint hint of color peeking out of the silk, from where an areola had nearly slipped out from her right breast.

Her skin looked smooth, silky, and perfect. Recently showered. Fragrant. Lovely.

“Billy…?” Heather purred, satisfied smile never leaving her face. “How did Mattie’s training go~?”

“Uh, yeah, good…” Billy said, slowly. His racing heart slowly calmed down, but stayed on alert. His mother was a dangerous woman, after all. A gorgeous, loving, dangerous woman.

She studied him for a moment, looking amused and proud. He seemed nervous. Tense. Heather smiled. It seemed her presence was having an effect on the young man.

Her handsome, sweet boy was getting overwhelmed. He looked so strong and delicious with his shirt off like that, but standing in front of her had him humbled.

Heather pushed off her bedroom door frame and strutted a few steps towards him, swirling that wine glass. Her braless breasts wobbled and shifted under her silk robe. His mother was just so much woman.

She came to a stop, and took a long sip from her wine glass. As her arms moved, those large breasts did too. Hypnotic. Irresistible. Flaunting her perfect body with a lazy shrug beneath the pale blue silk.

“You won’t be taking any more punishment from Carly now, will you?”

It was more of an instruction than a question.

“No, no, I, uh…” Billy hesitated, unsure of what to say to him mom. He wasn’t sure if he wanted Heather to know any of the details, but he couldn’t see the harm in sharing a victory with her. “I actually just knocked her out. Out cold, in front of a huge crowd of people. It was… It was pretty decisive.”

Heather gasped with delight. Her heart fluttered behind her soft bosom.

“Oh, Billy!”

The milfy woman swept him up in a tight hug, arms wrapping around him. Luckily she didn’t seem to spill any of her wine, as her soft breasts pressed into her shirtless son’s firm muscles and stole his breath away.

Her son. Her little boxer. Such a handsome boy. Her boy.

Billy was stunned by the sudden contact, and his mouth fell open in surprise. With how open Heather’s cleavage was in that robe, there was a lot of skin-to-skin contact, and she felt so warm against him. Her breasts were so soft, so big. She smelled like warmth and coconut and safety and danger. She smelled like love and home and mom.

“That’s my superstar!” she squealed in celebration, doing a little dance against him. “What happened!?”

“It turns out Matt set up the whole thing. To, uh…” Billy definitely didn’t want to share the truth about this part. “To help me put her in her place.”

Heather beamed, releasing the hug but staying close. Her robe had shifted even more by the chest-to-chest contact, and now one nipple did poke out. Her perfect, heavy, round breast looked incredible. If she noticed it was free, she didn’t seem to care. But Billy cared. His whole body wanted nothing more than to fall forward and suckle.

Holy fuck, his mom was hot. Those breasts looked incredible, and they were just… Right there. His dick hardened again, quickly reviving out of its half-chub, angry that it hadn’t been allowed to finish earlier. Excited to be so close to Heather’s perfect, silky titties. So big and proud. Right there.

“He’s such a good friend,” she said, warmth and affection dripping from her voice as she looked at her victorious baby boy. “There’s my little champion. I knew you had it in you.”

“Y-Yeah, thanks mom. I’m gonna… I’m gonna go get some sleep,” Billy stammered, knowing that he needed to deal with this erection now.

A wry grin crossed his mother’s face.

“Need a hand with that~?” Heather teased, lifting one of her small feminine hands and making a fist. “Or a knuckle~?”

Billy stared at his milfy mom’s raised fist, his heart in his throat. Oh, fuck. How could she say that to him so casually…?

She was holding that bare fist up by her chest, right next to the half-exposed soft breast, with a nipple poking all the way out of her robe. The contrast was crazy. Soft, silky, motherly warmth… The chest that had fed him as a baby… And a slim, feminine fist, whose knuckles had put him to bed so many times these past few weeks.

The busty goddess noted the twitch in the front of his boxing shorts with satisfaction and pride. She knew she had her son all figured out. She could get him in line no matter what. But goodness, how big her perfect boy had grown…

Billy was stunned. He pictured himself, getting taken upstairs and tucked into bed, just like when he was a kid. Then, once he was under the covers, with his busty mom leaning over him, wearing that warm smile… THWACK!

Snoring. Knocked out DEEP, yet again. Compounding the damage Carly did with a nice, sinking sleep.

Billy was sure his mom was picturing it too. That was the most fucked up part. The most incredible part. She really had no respect for her son’s chin at all, did she? No expectations that he would be able to last. She’d heard he won a fight today, then offered to one-punch him if he wanted help getting to sleep. And, tonight especially, she was probably right. One mommy punch would have him snoozing like crazy. He could feel it in his brain. He could feel it in his chin.

Billy shook his head, an act that took a surprising amount of willpower.

“N-No, I’m- thanks, mom, I’m good.”

Heather laughed warmly. Billy looked like he had gotten rocked by the mere suggestion of a punch, and that lit a happy fire behind the perfect milf’s flat, soft tummy.

Billy couldn’t help but notice that her nipples had each grown much stiffer - one making a small tent in the silky fabric, the other standing proud and exposed in the warm air between them. Tempting him. Taunting him.

“Alright then,” she smiled. Heather unballed her fist, and calmly ran her dainty fingers along her bare cleavage. “Go get your rest, champ. But let me know if you want to sleep faster.”

Billy didn’t wait to talk more. He retreated up the stairs, in a hurry.

Heather watched him go, slowly rubbing a hand over her chest in a self-soothing motion that was undeniably erotic. Her soft, warm breasts shifted under that thin, almost fully fallen open silk fabric as she took a deep, satisfied breath.

That was her special boy. Running off with his tail between his legs. Fleeing his dominant mother’s overwhelming presence.

She was so proud of him for beating this “Carly” girl. Anna’s story about Billy getting beaten up, barely being able to stand, had really bothered her. That wasn’t the strong young man she’d raised. But now… Everything was right again.

Heather downed her glass of wine, and walked back into her own bedroom with a sultry sway. Her pussy was in serious need of some attention.

She was feeling great.