Billy Tries To Get The Gloves Back.

As conciseness started to return to Billy it took a while to remember where, or even who he was. Stars still flew around his head as he tried to wake up.

Eventually everything flooded back to him, Miranda's punch, the distraction his busty mom had done, and the humiliating way he'd been knocked out.

He sat up slowly and checked his clock, it was nearly six hours after the "training" he'd received from his cousin.

He had to do something....anything!, he had to win, he had to gain his reputation back...why did he think of this stupid idea with the gloves?!.

But in the back of his mind, he had to admit he secretly enjoyed this. His cock twitched as he remembered faling into his mom's massive chest, seeing nothing but her tits before darkness fully consumed him.

He had always been attracted to the more mature woman, his mom, or his Aunt's, the thought of being **** and at the mercy of Aunt Judy, or Aunt Lucy had been the subject of many night time fantasies for him.

But this had to stop, he would soon become a real laughing stock of his entire family, and where would it end?... who else would they pit him against?...his own sister? He couldnt allow that to happen, he was going to get back on top.

He needed to steal the loaded gloves.

He crept into his mom's room, he saw that she was fast asleep in her bed, the gloves, annoyingly, were on her hands, he'd have to do this very, very delicatly.

He neared her quietly, her magnificent chest moved slowly up and down, he tried desperately not to notice how good her huge tits looked in the pink bra she had on.

" Focus Billy" he said to himself.

Though it was easy to imagine this as Billy's victory, for a brief moment he pretended that this was his victory, he imagined his mom not asleep, but knocked out from his powerful, experienced punch, he held his hands up in victory imagining the cheers that would inevitably follow, and the humiliation to be at a final end.

" once i get these gloves, it's all over...for everyone!" He whispered.

Moving down he tried to gently remove the right glove, incredibly slowly, he began to peel back the velcro, trying to make it easier for him to get the glove off.

Her arm moved away from though annoyingly, so he had to get on the bed.

He got on as gently as he could, and ended up straddling her, once again he imagined how good it was going to feel actually knocking her out, he raised his hands again in pretend victory, he was going to achieve victory, once these blasted gloves were gone. He resumed trying to take the gloves of as delicatly as he could, leaning forward to help him see better in the dark.

Unfortunately for billy, heather was currently having a dream about being chased by a robber.

" Stop!" She yelled in the dream, and whacked the intruder with an uppercut.

This was when her body jolted itself awake, and her right arm flew up, conking billy right on the chin.

THWACK.

" DUUHHH.......N....G...Gahhhh...." he said, as the powerful glove whacked him stupid again. His arms dropped limply to his sides, and he started to twitch.

" b..billy?...what are you doing?" His mom asked, blinking as she woke up.

" n...nnnnotthingggg....m...moooomm...." he said dreamily, his eyes once again crossed.

" oh...am i dreaming?... i guessed so...well...i will see you tomorrow Billy, the real you is going to have such an interesting day!" She said, and lay back down, closed her eyes, and drifted off easily again.

Billy just sat there, upright and cross eyed, dumbly trying to grab the birds flying around his head.

" Duh...g...D...downn...." he managed to say, before flopping down, smacking his dumb looking face onto her huge cleavage, falling sound asleep, his butt hanging limply in the air, and his arms draped over the bed, while heather slept, dreaming of knocking her son out over and over again.