Billy 'apologises'

Billy's mind was still ringing from his little sister's humiliating bare knuckled knockout. His head and chin were throbbing, courtesy of Anna.

Still not fully aware of his surroundings, he tried lifting his head. With squinted eyes, he tried to make out where he was. No, this was clearly not his room.

Wait

What was he doing here? This was his mommy's bedroom, he was lying on her...oh no.

A wave of recollection came shattering down his half dazed brain. He was..

He was knocked out by his little sister on the couch. His little sister, Anna, without any gloves, without any training had used her soft, weak, dainty hands to KO him.

Just her bare hands

The thought of being knocked out by a bratty young nerd, that too his sister, jostled him out of his daze. His dick twitched at the thought of being dominated by his sister.

...barehanded, without any loaded gloves

A literal tear formed in his eye, still contemplating the can of worms he had let open. Firstly, the humiliating beat down by his mommy. Then getting KO'd by his sister. This was not expected, this was not what he fantasised. This had to stop.

With a renewed vigour, he pushed his chest up with his left elbow. He felt some movement happening in his peripheral view near the wardrobe. So he tilted his head.

He was almost knocked out by what he saw, and quickly muffled his mouth with his free hand.

His blonde, bimbo, goddess of a mother was shadow boxing in front of the mirror, with her ass partially out of her tight jeans. Those round, juicy globes, jiggling, glistening with sweat, completely nude...no wait, he noticed a thin blue strip emerging from her deep crack. He knew those thongs. Those sky blue thongs, which right now had darkened in color, due to her sweat, her wetness. He could give away all his championships, all his wins, to be that thong, to be stuck between those wet, white, round cheeks.

His mother's ass was having a visible effect on his dick. His swollen mushroom head was brushing against his boxer, making him extra sensitive to any movement. Each jiggle of her mom's butt was followed by a twitch of his dick.

*jiggle*

*twitch*

*jiggle*

*twitch*

He was hypnotised by those mammoth globes. He wanted to get close, close enough to feel it, smell it, kiss it. He wanted to bury his face in his mommy's ass.

His half dazed brain had completely shut off, and his cock had taken all the control. He was thinking from his dick, marching towards his downfall.

"I want to apologise to my mommy like I did before, that's what she wants from me", Billy droned to himself stupidly. "That's why she is presenting her ass like this"

"I will apologise...make her happy"

***

"Mommy.."

Heather froze in her place. She was caught in the most compromising position, that too by her very own Billy. What was she going to tell?

She slowly turned towards Billy, her face red.

"Billy, I am.....huh?"

What she saw was unexpected, to say the least. Billy, in his boxers (the bulge did not go unnoticed), kneeling down in front of her, with glazed eyes. He kept repeating 'mommy' again and again.

Heather, intrigued, inched forward, forgetting about her bare ass. She thought for a moment, bent down, came close to Billy's face and whispered innocently, "What happened Billy?"

Her hot, musky breath, emanating from her round lips, wafted towards Billy's nostrils, acting as the final nail in the coffin, and turned his brain into mush

"Don't knock me out mommy! I will do as you say, I will apologise and kiss your ass!"

Heather's eyes widened. She stifled her laugh, pressing her hand on her lips, controlling herself. What did he just say? He will do anything to apologise?

What happened to him? Was his brain rattled so bad.... no...this can't be happening...

Suddenly he took hold of her arms and pushed her to stand up and turn around. She couldn't help but grin sheepishly and complied