He tells Heather the truth

“So? How did it go with Miranda?” Heather asked, as she reclined leisurely on the couch beside Billy.

There was a pause. A gulp. Billy didn’t know why, but he just felt like he couldn’t lie to her.

Maybe it was her pleasing, warm, familiar tone coaxing him into it. Maybe it was just his loyalty to his mother. Maybe it was his groggy, rattled brain deciding that he actually wanted to be humiliated further… Or maybe it was just that he got too distracted by his mother’s big tits. Head away in the clouds, or perhaps buried in her bountiful chest, Billy told her the truth.

Billy stood up, took a deep breath, and turned to face his busty mother. The way she was stretched out on the couch only highlighted her massive chest even more. With a curious expression on her face, she listened as the fateful words left Billy’s lips…

“I… I got knocked out…”

A surprised smile broke across her gorgeous face, a gleam entering her eye. Then, Heather started laughing. Laughing that lovely, melodic laugh of hers as Billy reluctantly gave her the news.

“I was trying to show her how to avoid punches, and she-“

“Waitwait, Mirand-? Hah!” Heather interjected with laughter.

Billy’s mouth was dry. But he was in an honest mood, it seemed, as he just kept on going.

“A-And Aunt Judy… Knocked me out last night too. She woke me up to challenge me, and just… She was… Telling you the truth.”

Heather was clutching her stomach, doubled over with laughter. What she was hearing was just… Outrageous! Ridiculous! Hilarious!

“Oh my GOD!” she laughed. “Billy, Judy was DRUNK! She’s not even- she’s never done ANY sports! And- And- AHAHAHAH!”

Billy burned with shame. The mockery just kept on coming, as Heather basked in the glory of his submissive admission. Not only had Heather’s gorgeous sister knocked Billy out, while drunk on red wine, but also…

“Miranda! Fucking MIRANDA! MIRANDA knocked you out!?” Heather laughed uproariously at her failed, embarrassed son. “Nerdy little cousin MIRANDA knocked you out! Oh my god!”

“Mom…” Billy’s dick was starting to chub up in his pants, as he timidly tried to interject in her bemused teasing.

“You’re the worst boxer in the whole FAMILY!”

“Mom! Stop!” Billy pleaded.

“God, Billy. I’m starting to doubt your talents,” Heather giggled and shook her head, recovering from her laughing fit. “Do you just get knocked out by everyone? Are you doing a glass-jaw family tour or something?”

“I said STOP!” Billy roared, louder than even he had expected. Silence filled the room, Billy’s outburst leaving the two stunned.

Billy’s heart suddenly skipped a beat as nervousness washed over him, waiting for Heather to react. After a brief pause, she did. A smile crept across her beautiful face.

“Oh dear… Looks like I hit a nerve.”

Heather slowly stood up, rising from the couch. Billy couldn’t help but take a half-step back, intimidated by this walking goddess and her cool, confident demeanor.

“But which nerve? Is it… Here? Or maybe here? Here?” Heather asked, reaching out and poking her son’s chin with a fingertip from a few different angles, her amused tone making Billy weak in the knees.

“Ohh…”

An involuntary shudder ran through Billy and his cock jumped in his pants. His legs nearly gave out for a moment, before he got his bearings and angrily slapped his mother’s arm away.

Fuck, that was hot… But he couldn’t let her know that. He couldn’t let her know how those chin pokes made his dick throb in willing submission.

Trying to appear threatening, Billy glared angrily at Heather’s amused, half-lidded expression.

“Looks like that was the one…~” Heather spoke, unaffected. Billy’s cock jumped in his pants again. “Riiiight here…~~”

Undeterred by his glares, Heather reached forward and gave his chin two more taps with her fingertip, in the same place she had left off. Electric shudders ran through Billy’s body.

“Oouuuhhhh…” Billy couldn’t hold in his embarrassing groan as his legs dipped again, the pleasure to his cock overwhelming his strength for a moment. It was like his mother had sapped a little bit of his energy out of his chin, through her fingertip. Heather giggled.

Holy. Fuck. What was she doing!?

Billy couldn’t believe this confident milf. His own mother was teasing him for getting knocked out, for losing a fight. Losing to his nerdy younger cousin. His own mother was fucking domming him, and he just had to take it.

Heather raised an eyebrow at his embarrassing groan, surprised and amused by his ridiculous reaction. Her finger had drawn an incredibly odd noise out of him.

“Oh, that was the nerve alright,” Heather said.

Fuck. That was hot.

“Don’t… Call me a… Guh. Don’t say I have a glass jaw. I’m warning you.” Billy gulped. Heather just laughed.

“You’re WARNING me? Hah! You and what chin, darling?”

Billy shuddered, uselessly.

“I… I… My chin is… Fine…”

“Right, honey. Of course,” Heather scoffed. “If you want me to respect your chin, stop treating it like public property and actually win a fight.”

Billy’s dick let out a powerful throb. He felt like he would cum in his pants any minute. He was living the dream - his mom was being so dominant. The goddess milf had taken a liking to teasing him, and it thrilled his cock to no end. But his pride was taking a serious hit, and he needed to try get some of it back.

“You’ve been… Warned,” Billy said, intending to end the interaction there.

Billy turned, about to leave for his room - he told himself to calm down, but really it was to jerk off - when his mother stopped him with one soft word.

“Billy,” she said, her voice soft but powerful.

He stopped and turned back, questioningly. Without a word, Heather reached out with one hand and took him by the wrist. Confused, Billy didn’t resist as she lifted it, moving his hand towards her, and placed it over the top of one of her soft round breasts. A gasp caught in his throat.

“This is power,” she said. “These are real weapons. Have a feel, take it in. But don’t ever try to threaten me.”

What was she playing at…? Not wanting to miss his chance, Billy gave her perfect boob an obedient squeeze through her tank top, and gulped. His mouth was dry. With a satisfied smirk, Heather released his wrist and lowered herself down to the couch once more, crossing one leg over the other as she sat. She didn’t need to worry about keeping his hand in place over her boob. Billy did that all on his own.

Almost in a trance, the enchanted boy hunched over as Heather sat down, not wanting to let go of her heavenly boob. Feeling the soft breast up, taking it in just as she had told him to. Feeling the weight, the power, the silky softness… Billy asked a question.

“Or… Or what?”

Heather stared deep into his eyes, confident and in control. The champion boxer felt himself shrinking under her gaze, the brief moments before she spoke feeling like an eternity to him. When it came, her calm, reasonable voice filled his mind completely.

“I promise you, Billy. In a fight between my bosom and your weak chin… You don’t stand a fucking chance.”

Unexpectedly, Heather reached out and took Billy’s chin in her hand. A soft, embarrassing moan escaped him. The sensation of his mother’s fingers on his sensitive chin was incredible.

She gave his chin a gentle squeeze with her hand, just like he was doing to her boob. Just a dainty, delicate squeeze to his legendary chin. Meant to savour, not to conquer. The effect on Billy was immediate.

Static filled his mind. He blanked. And the next thing he knew, with his hard cock throbbing in his pants and his mother’s dominant hand squeezing his chin, while his own hand felt up the perfect breast of a milfy goddess - he was cumming. Shooting his wad in his pants like a chump.

“Guuuhhhhh…” he moaned stupidly. His mom didn’t even need to touch his dick to make it start spurting. She had just been so fucking hot… So fucking dominant… That he couldn’t help himself.

Heather’s soft, delicate fingers tightened ever so slightly around him. Billy shuddered and moaned uncontrollably as shot after shot fired off, his throbbing cock mercifully hidden by his pants. Losing control, he couldn’t even keep his hand on Heather’s tit any longer, and his arm fell to his side in a limp swing. Billy’s eyes glazed over as the dominant pleasure of this whole humiliating ordeal overpowered his mind.

His mother - mocking him for his supposed glass jaw, then cruelly taking it into her fingers like this… It was just too much. Far, far too much for him.

Heather didn’t realize that her son’s embarrassing, grunting display was one of orgasm, and so she continued, squeezing his chin intermittently as she spoke. Billy grunted with each squeeze, his cock reacting through this extended, powerful orgasm in his pants. He was totally at his mother’s mercy. And she didn’t seem to have any left for him.

“Don’t. Fuck. With. Me.” Heather said, squeezing her champion son’s chin in pulses with each word. “We both know you can’t take it. We both know that this chin… Is nothing to fear.”

Billy groaned as the last of his seed spurted uselessly into his underwear. Weakened, he slumped forward slightly further, as if sticking out his chin to make it even easier for Heather to reach. Some boxer he was supposed to be.

She had been right. His chin had lost to her bosom. All she had done was give it the same treatment, and now here he was… Cum seeping through the fabric of his pants, reduced to mindless, useless moaning. Weakened and used up.

Heather regarded him with a glance up and down his stupid, wilting body.

“You’re a mess…” she commented as she looked into his distant, glazed eyes. The gorgeous, milfy goddess regarded her son with pure pity… Then released him.

Billy was groggy as Heather removed her dominant hand from his chin and turned her attention to her phone, bored of this encounter.

“Go to your room now. I’m done juicing your weak chin,” she said dismissively. A free hand came up to play with her boob, not caring that the juiced moron was still there.

Billy stared dumbly, silently watching his mother openly play with a tit as she scrolled through the news with her thumb. Completely disregarding her stupefied audience of one, her playful hand was giving her breast more attention than his disgraced chin would ever be able to handle. Feeling herself up like she was home alone.

Clearly, Billy had totally and utterly lost her respect. Once, Heather had truly admired him. Felt pride in the man he had grown into. But now…

When was it? When did she begin to lose interest? When did he become nothing? Was it one of the times she knocked him out? Was it when she learned that Miranda had done the same? Or was it when squeezing his chin had made his fucking legs dip, and she heard that embarrassing, weak moan escape his quivering lips? Was it when her soft boob proved to be more powerful than his pathetic “champion” chin?

Doing exactly as she said, Billy slowly turned, and trudged upstairs. Heading to his room, without even a thought of ever doing anything but exactly what Heather told him to. She was a goddess, and he was firmly under her control. In the palm of her hand, just like that big round boob…

Fuck. She really did hit a nerve. She fucking squeezed it. Maybe his chin wasn’t so special after all…