Billy hatches a plan

Billy wasn't sure exactly when he gained back his consciousness. He tried opening his groggy eyes while his head was still throbbing. He could feel something soft beneath him. Billy was definitely lying down on a bed, but where?

He felt something silky over his fingers and legs, probably a blanket wedged below his torso. He tried turning his head, but the bulging vein on his forehead flared. Billy exhaled in frustration.

He forcefully attempted to open his eyes again, ignoring the excruciating headache.

It was completely dark.

He darted his eyes around, rubbing his temple sporadically, to ease his ache. Billy was desperately trying to discern the silhouettes around him. Although, deep down, he knew where he was.

A soft breath beside him confirmed his suspicion. Billy, whose eyes had now adjusted to the darkness, turned his head to find Heather, sleeping peacefully.

She was a sight to behold. Even while asleep, Heather looked astoundingly beautiful. The stillness of her face had a charm of its own. Billy almost wanted to take in the hot, womanly scent emanating from her slightly parted lips.

Her lacy, underwire bra was perfectly accentuating her round and glistening jugs, which were rhythmically moving with each breath.

She was still sporting those blue thongs, which had collected her musk throughout the day and darkened due to her sweat. They were thoroughly outlining her shapely mound, acting as a second skin.

He noticed the clock sitting on the bedside table beside Heather and squinted his eyes to discern the time.

Billy almost jumped at the revelation. He had been knocked out cold, for almost half a day!

But one thing was unclear. How did it happen this time? He tried recollecting the day's events, as if piecing together a puzzle.

He immediately recalled his morning knockout from Anna, which somehow worsened his headache. He soothingly rubbed a flexing vein on his forehead, and grimaced at how she would gloat the next morning.

Shaking off his head, Billy continued walking down memory lane. Mom must have dragged him up to her room after his knockout and...

Suddenly the whole incident came crashing down on Billy, forcing him to cover his mouth to stifle a gasp. His eyes immediately snapped at Heather, trying to assess whether she noticed his abrupt movement.

She was still asleep.

And Billy, on the other hand, was now wide awake. He couldn't comprehend how he got knocked out...

... by an ass.

Billy was breathing heavily, a fresh coat of perspiration now flowing off his skin. A champion boxer, getting knocked by his mommy's bubbly ass. His whole career was going down the drain.

He glanced at the sudden movement in his peripheral vision. Heather was rolling over on her stomach, still asleep. She wasn't covered in a blanket.

Billy could now perfectly outline her thong-clad ass, the bane of his existence.

Billy gulped, and as if it were natural, shifted his weight on his two muscular arms, and bent down. His face was now hovering very close to her rump. Bringing his nose near her partially covered anus, he took a silent whiff. His nostrils flared as his eyes closed while enjoying the acidic smell, as if it was an exquisite delicacy. The musk of her snatch, too, did not go unnoticed.

This lovely derriere had knocked him out.

His muscular body bent over her sleeping figure, in total darkness, felt as if a Greek hero was worshipping his goddess.

Billy couldn't control himself. Puckering his lips, he brought them close to her thong-covered asshole. As soon as his dry lips were about to touch her butt, the realisation of his knockout hit him once again. He immediately stopped, ignoring the subtle twitch of her rosebud, and snapped his body straight.

He ran his fingers through his wet hair while contemplating the gravity of the situation. He had to take some action, or this blonde milf wouldn't hesitate to strip him of his powers.

Billy had already noticed the gloves sitting on Heather's dressing table. He carefully got off her bed and went straight for it. Billy paused for a moment, glaring at the gloves that were responsible for his downfall -- gloves that he had 'created'. He picked them up with an irritated look and tip-toed out of the room.

***

Billy was working with his pliers, snatching those damned weights off those damned gloves. His room was all dark, except for the table lamp, underneath which he was busy with his little project.

It would be silly to hide the gloves altogether, Heather will immediately suspect Billy. So the best way ahead was to remove the very 'thing' that gave those gloves their true power.

One could see the madness in Billy's eyes, the hunger to get back at his mother. Although, at the same time, he was cautious enough to not damage the leather fabric of the gloves in the process.

He was just about done with his task when he noticed a white, dried-off, crusty substance on the seam joining the front of the gloves. Billy tilted his head a little, completely puzzled.

Oh god...

Billy's mouth hung open stupidly. He was unable to comprehend that his mother had destroyed the very sanctity of these gloves. Boxing gloves are supposed to be respected, for they are a fighter's tool to overcome his opponents.

... and his mom had been getting off with them.

Billy hung back in his chair, gnashing his teeth, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. Heather had been casually rubbing his 'precious' gloves on her wet snatch without a care in the world.

In his fit of rage, Billy couldn't even fathom the hypocrisy of his thoughts. He had conveniently forgotten the perverted reason he had purchased those gloves in the first place. Billy's worry about how the 'sanctity' of boxing should be respected was quite ironic.

He brought the seam closer to his nose to confirm his hunch and took a sniff.

The tangy, salty smell made it very clear. The gloves had been close to his mom's pussy. Billy could vividly picture Heather, all nude, furiously rubbing her wet pussy with these gloves, a comical squint in her eyes.

Clearing away these thoughts, Billy leapt back to complete his mission.

***

Billy strode back to Heather's room with firm determination. He had changed into a pair of black speedos, for the 'special' event he had planned for the morning. He didn't even bother to tiptoe; he walked briskly inside and hurled the gloves back on the dressing table.

Heather abruptly woke up because of all the commotion. She raised herself on her elbows, trying to discern the shadowy figure in the dark while running her fingers through her hair to pull back her blonde locks.

"Wh...who..."

"Don't worry Mommy...it's me", Billy cut her off, with a smug look on his face.

Heather firmly pressed her heaving breasts and sighed with relief.

"But Billy...you should be lying down...you know you were knocked out, right?", Heather asked with genuine concern. There was a hint of sleepiness in her voice.

Billy gnashed his teeth. He took her motherly tone as sheer mockery.

But this was not the time to lose control, when victory was so close. He trudged towards the bed, his thick cock rubbing with the thin fabric of his speedo, accentuating his bulge. This didn't go unnoticed by Heather.

"Billy, is that a spe..."

By the time she could complete her sentence, Billy had already dragged himself to her side. He slipped his right arm just under her raised head, placed his other palm on her cleavage and gently pushed her, cuing her to lie on his hand.

Heather got goosebumps as soon as Billy touched her breasts. Her mouth hung wide open, still trying to grasp what had happened in the past few moments. Without showing any resistance, she brought down her head on his strong biceps.

Heather was confused. Had Billy hurt his head that badly? What the hell was he up to?

"Billy...are you alri..."

She was cut off once again by a soft push on her round lips by Billy's digit.

"Shhhh...", Billy whispered in her ear.

Heather felt a tingle in her clit. She was getting aroused, just from Billy's touch.

Little did she know this was all a facade. Deep inside, Billy was smirking evilly. He knew she was trapped. He was finally going to 'defeat' his mommy, because he had stripped her of her powers. The morning couldn't come soon enough.

However, first and foremost, he was going to demonstrate how much of a 'man' he was. Gone were the days of him getting humiliated in his domain, by his goddamn mother. Tonight will be the first step of 'owning' his mom.

Billy curled his arm, bringing Heather even closer. Her face was inches away from his. Her free hand now rested on his muscular chest, while the other was busy inside her thong.

"Mommy...I love you..."

"Yes, Billy...Mommy loves you too...", she whispered, directing a blast of hot air on his face.

Billy could smell the dinner on her breath. This bitch had been enjoying her evening, while Billy was lying in the bedroom, knocked out cold. It took all his effort to remain calm. After all, he had to execute his grand plan.

For Billy to knock her off the pedestal, he first had to inflate her ego. And for that, he had to make the ultimate sacrifice...

...he had to verbally ridicule himself, in front of his mom.

Billy gulped, disgusted at what he was about to say.

"Mommy..."

Heather smirked, thinking how much this word suited her son.

"Mommy...you...you've made me realise...". Billy almost stammered, because if this doesn't go as planned...

Billy gathered his will and continued.

"You've made me realise how weak I am...". Billy's heart was pounding furiously.

"I always looked do...", Billy flinched as Heather's delicate hand rubbed his muscular abs. She was unwittingly blowing her naughty breath all over his face.

"...down on you...thought of you as a weakling...but..."

Small droplets of sweat formed over Heather's upper lip. The anticipation of what he was about to say was killing her.

"...but now I know...for a fact...that you...undoubtedly...", Billy's tent was proudly standing upright in his speedo, while her spicy breath relentlessly attacked his nostrils.

"...are superior..."

Heather let out a loud gasp, almost wetting her already-soaked panties. Her strong, muscular son, a champion boxer, was bending down and accepting her supremacy over him.

Her breath had become shallow. She could feel Billy's heaving muscles under her palm. But she wanted more. She wanted to be sure whether Billy 'really' accepted her as his superior.

She positioned her face directly above Billy's face, her eyes boring into his. She moved her free hand from his chest and placed her palm lovingly on his cheek.

"Billy..."

Heather's funky breath was all over Billy's face. His eyes were on the verge of rolling inside his head. The tip of his hard cock was peeking out of the waistband of his speedo, precum oozing out of his bulb.

"Billy...my darling...you touched my heart with those sweet words..."

Heather paused, her lips merely inches away from Billy's. She placed two of her digits on his nipple and started finger-walking slowly towards his crotch. Billy's eyes widened, realising his dick was almost jutting out. By the time he could react with his free hand, he felt Heather's finger touch his bulb.

Heather's mouth hung open with shock. Even in complete darkness, she, without a doubt, knew what her finger had accidentally poked. She let out a faint giggle, much to Billy's embarrassment.

Heather did not stop though. She slowly started inserting her finger inside Billy's waistband, teasingly scratching his shaft at the same time.

Billy's brain had turned into mush.

Heather expertly tugged the speedos down, making his cock spring out. She took hold of the base of his fat dick, with just a finger and her thumb, and started pulling Billy's foreskin, ever so slowly.

Billy was sweating like a pig.

"So Billy...", Heather continued in a childlike manner.

"I love how you're appreciating your mommy's strength...". Billy gasped as he felt another tug on his foreskin.

"...so I want to preserve your words...so I can cherish them...whenever I want...". Billy was confused. What did she mean?

"...I...I want to videotape you...worshipping me...", Heather revealed, biting her lower lip.

Her words came crashing down on Billy's ears. His bimbo mom wanted to immortalise his muscular son's humbling down.

"Wha...what do you mean by that...", Billy stammered.

"You know...what you were saying right now...just say it on a camera...". Billy couldn't even blink at her casual response.

"...and you can even 'apologise'...in your 'special' way...". Heather had a sparkle in her eyes. She tugged his foreskin even further, just to hammer down her point.

Billy had to take control of this situation somehow. This wasn't how he expected the events to be unfolded. His bimbo mom was making him her bitch, and casually suggesting he accept his inferiority on camera. This was bad. She might use the video as leverage in future.

"Mom...my...", Billy was stumbling over his words, "...is this necessary?..."

Heather frowned at his response. As if to show how necessary this was, she completely pulled back his foreskin, popping out his glistening mushroom head. She placed her digit on his bulb, and marinated it using his oozing precum.

This sensation was enough to give Billy a minor attack. But Heather didn't stop there. With a devilish grin, she slid her wet digit down his throbbing shaft, making sure it scraped his bulging vein along the way. Billy was almost going to explode. Her finger finally stopped, where Billy least expected.

Heather was about to poke his son's rosebud.

With a sing-song voice, she asked again "Billy...will you do it for me?...".

She further pushed her digit inside.

Billy's eyes squinted in response. The sensation of Heather's finger expertly prodding his anus short-circuited his brain. He immediately blabbered out.

"...yeesss Mommmyy..."