Coach Lucy has questions

“Well? Are you going to tell me you showed Heather the truth?” Lucy asked the next day, arms crossed as she stood across from Billy in a corner of the school’s boxing gym.

“No, she… She got me again…”

The cocky champion’s head hung low.

“What the fuck, Billy?” Lucy exploded. “Are you just going to keep letting your mom think she can punch you out? What are you doing?!?”

“I’m sorry! I just… Any time she, she hits me in the face, I have to play along. I /have/ to act knocked out. I can’t spoil her fun.” Billy sighed, and didn’t meet his coach’s eyes. “I just need to… Have a match with her where I don’t get hit, that’s all.”

Lucy threw her arms up in the air in exasperation.

“This is ridiculous, Billy! Why are you doing this!?”

“I just…”

“You’re the most promising boxer I’ve ever known! Probably already in the top 200 most skilled boxers globally, and you’re only even 20 years old! Pretending or not, you should NOT be getting put to sleep by your newbie, middle-aged mother!” Lucy huffed. “And what was with that drool? Really? Was that necessary? Were you worried she wouldn’t “buy it” if you didn’t look like she’d sent you to another dimension? You should be ashamed!”

Billy’s head just hung lower. He felt like such a loser. That time, he had really tried to beat her again. He had no excuse. A pair of special gloves was all it took to make his mom unbeatable for him. Years of training, useless against a busty milf with some heavy hands. She slept him. Female milf fists rendered him ****, and apparently, made him drool. All while his coach watched.

Lucy brought a hand to her forehead, shaking her head.

“I’m going to talk to her.”

“No-!” Billy started to object, but was quickly cut off.

“I’m going to ask her to meet with me, and I’m going to talk to her!” Lucy interjected. “This can’t just go on, Billy! You are NOT going to let her think she’s a better fighter than you, and you are NOT going to act like she’s knocked you into a coma!”

Lucy shook her head.

“Get back to training. I’m going to send your mother an email.”

“But-“

“Go, Billy!”

Ashamed, the arrogant undefeated champion turned and left. Lucy sighed again, then went to her computer.

She didn’t get why he was doing this for his mom at all. But more than that, she didn’t get why his mom was going along with it. Mocking him for it. Surely knocking out your own son would make you worry for him, make you dote over him, turn you into an overprotective mother who never let him out of your sight? She didn’t understand any of this. The raw milf power which Heather seemed to suck out of Billy with ever knockout, like a busty, heavy-assed vampire. She sure left the champion looking like a drained victim.

This had to end. Lucy sent the email, arranging for a meeting between her and Heather. This couldn’t go on one day longer. That woman thought she could just K.O. every person in this club, with how easily she downed the champion, and it had to finally end.