Heather confronts Billy in her bedroom

Heather drags Billy to her bedroom, and somehow makes him lie on her bed. She is sad to see his once powerful son reduced to this...

She is determined to confront him about his weakness. Was he ever any good to begin with?

How was he winning his matches? were all his club mates so terrible , that out of all the weaklings, he was somehow on top? A faint, pitiful smile came on her face, thinking about his weak son beating boxers even weaker than him, and declaring himself as a 'champ ' .

Such a shame

Shaking her head with disappointment, she moves towards her wardrobe to get into something more comfortable. She unbuttons her tight jeans, pushes her thumbs in on either side of her waistband, and starts wiggling out of those sweaty pants.

With such wide hips, it's almost always difficult for her to get in or out of her clothes, and adding the sweat she collected while doing groceries...

Of course, this was something she was used to, she had to deal with this almost everyday. She momentarily stopped pulling out her pants and smirked proudly at the mirror, her perfect ass, her round globes, covered with a sheen of sweat, eating her blue thong, jutting out on display.

Suddenly she spotted her boxing gloves. Anna must have left them after KO'ing her big brother. Heather fastened them, feeling the thrill of the power she had over her son, and started posing infront of the mirror, with her ass partially out of her pants.

The blonde bimbo goddess was role playing as a boxer, with her ass comically on display, cherishing her own victories over her weak son.

" You are so weak Billy "

"Can't stand against your little sister!"

"Beaten by your mommy! "

Her voice was getting louder and hoarser. Unknown to her, Billy was coming to his senses...

... and this display of superiority by his bimbo mommy was accidentally going to be his downfall