Heather “takes care” of Billy

A few minutes later, a semi-pleasured but still horny and excited Heather emerged from her bedroom. Face flushed, heart pumping, feeling the anticipation and power as she approached the spot where her son now lay facedown.

She stared at him, as she stood there in her lacy nighttime underwear. Her perfect, mature, milfy body looking like a higher being as she stood up straight, chest sticking out, in front of the humiliated pile that was her eldest son. The boxing champion.

He had been knocked out again. She had jabbed him into a dream - and her dainty little punch had been so much more powerful than he was that only a few minutes after waking up, his brain had shut down for a second time. Still feeling the aftershocks of her motherly milf punch. And now, here he was.

The champion of the house was down and out. The beautiful, steamy goddess regarded him for a moment longer, large breasts heaving with her hot, heavy breaths. Then she dragged him off, still-facedown, back to her bedroom. Leaving a trail of drool on the wooden floor from his dragging lips.

With great effort, Heather lifted the muscular boy onto her bed, first by sitting him up against it, then raising his shoulders onto it, and then sliding him the rest of the way up. She climbed onto her bed above him, arms and legs almost pinning the boxer down, as she knelt on all fours and stared down into his embarrassing, sleeping expression. Her heart picked up faster.

“Oh honey… You’re really just out like a light. I switched you off…” Heather leaned in close and began whispering to his conked-out face.

She was so close that her warm breath tingled on his unresponsive face. Heather lowered her back end down and shifted slightly sideways, still above him in a pseudo-pin, but now with her juicy pussy pressed against one of his shins.

“Ohhh… You lost again, dear… I knocked you /out/. You fell… You were defeated by your mom… You lost the battle. And now, you’re sleeping again…”

Heather’s breathy whispers tickled his ear, as she slowly began grinding her hot, wet sex against his limp, powerful leg. Electric pleasure ran up through her body at the dominant display, and a slight sheen of her thick pussy’s trail shone on the athlete’s limp leg, under the faint light of her bedroom lamp. She pushed her face in closer, almost nuzzling to his cheek, as a shudder ran through her milfy body.

With each slide of her puffy, juicy pussy along him, she cooed. Her heavy bosom was hanging, swaying to and fro with the motion, and her face was flushed with erotic warmth. When she spoke, she did so louder now, with more confidence behind it.

“I won… I defeated you… I knocked you out cold, you fucking loser…” Heather mewled. Her harsh words, so out of character for the caring mother she used to be, only excited her more. Trash talking a supposed boxing legend… Now that was a thrill.

With a moan, she clutched the bedsheets tightly in her fists and stretched, arching her back up and sticking her huge boobs out towards his face. As if emphasizing the undeniable womanhood of the one who beat him.

A milf. The champ lost to a milf. He was finished in one punch. His big-breasted mom had taken his perfect record from him, and in return, all he got was sweet dreams.

“Are you still in there?” she cooed, with a purring undertone. “Is my tough, badass little boy still somewhere in there? The boy I dethroned, hmmm? The boy I knocked out?”

Heather gasped as a more **** jolt of pleasure ran up her. She hastened the speed of grinding her wet sex on his leg.

“Your mom’s better than you. Stronger, slicker… Mmmmmm…” she closed her eyes with a moan, her head falling back as she drank the moment in, never slowing the sliding of her creamy pussy. “You’re weak. Fragile. Oh, my sweet sweet boy… You can’t even keep your eyes open, can you? O-oh!”

And with that, Heather came, her pussy gushing an orgasm as she rubbed on his shin. Unlike the repressed-pervert that was her nerdy daughter, Heather was no stranger to powerful orgasms, and so the mature woman was not reduced to a tensed-up, quivering mess. Instead, she simply purred, let the feeling run through her, and then sighed happily.

She looked down and regarded her champion son once more, with his face just below her large breasts. Reaching forward, she brushed some of his wet hair out of his eyes, and recalled that gentle little jab one more time.

This boy was undefeated. A champion. A prodigy. But one little range-tester from his mommy, and…

This big-tittied woman had put him out. Put him to sleep. The club’s dominant champion was sent off to slumber by this curvy, sexy goddess. This milf. His mom.

All those hours he’d put in at the gym. All those times she’d driven him to practice. All those wins. And the boy just couldn’t stay standing, when his mother was in the picture. His eyes went blank, and his legs gave way.

Smiling, Heather leaned down to kiss his forehead. Maybe it was a loving kiss from mommy to make his brain all better. Maybe it was just another display of her dominance over him.

“Good night, Billy…” Heather sighed, rolling to lay beside him and slipping the covers up over both of them.

“…And sweet dreams.”