Heather gets a special delivery

“Wait here,” Matt said to Carly, stepping out of his car once they arrived.

“No way, I want to see the look on his mom’s face when she sees what I did!” Carly protested, stepping out from the other side. “I want to see how Billy’s mom reacts to her son getting knocked out!”

Matt chuckled. He loved seeing Carly so enthusiastic. And he wasn’t about to tell her “no” on a day like this. Tonight was all about her.

“Alright, then- then from a distance, alright?” he said, placatingly. “Just watch from the doorway. Stay out of sight. Heather’s really sweet, I don’t want to upset her. I think she’ll only want to see familiar faces when I drop off… This, to her house.”

Matt gestured through the window at Billy, bucking and snoring in the back while Anna sat perched atop his chest. The mischievous nerd giggled, and hopped out of the car herself.

Matt hoisted Billy under the arms, and dragged him up to the front door while Anna skipped ahead with her keys. Carly followed behind them, still in her fight kit, watching everything with a pleased smile. The cool night air on her skin felt so refreshing. Her arms were still a little numb and heavy from just how hard she’d had to work them, but the euphoria inside her more than made up for it.

Anna unlocked the front door, carrying Billy’s gym bag under one arm. She made sure to leave it propped open, so Carly could peer through while she was hiding out there. Matt dragged Billy inside under the shoulders. Even held almost-upright like this, Billy’s hips wouldn’t stop bucking into the open air, and his snores rang out loudly.

“Ghhuuaagghhhh…” he droned, hips thrusting backwards and forwards.

“Billy~? Is that you, dear~?” a smug, smooth voice called out.

Hearing the front door open, Heather stepped out of her bedroom, looking serene and sultry. Totally relaxed, totally in control. She had been waiting to check in with how her son’s boxing practice went - but her face dropped into a look of shock when she saw the state Billy was coming home in.

“O-Oh! What happened to him?” she asked, staring at her strong son so completely out cold. Her hand came up to her chest, tightening, and she looked over to her grinning daughter with surprised eyes. “A-Anna, was this… Did you…?”

Anna giggled, carelessly dropping Billy’s gym bag on the floor by the front door with a heavy THUD. “Sorry, mom. Me and Carly ran into him while he was training, and, well…”

Heather’s worried face eased somewhat, but only somewhat.

“Carly…” she said, distastefully. Even with her brow in a slight frown, her face was perfectly gorgeous. “…W-Well, if YOU were there as well Anna, then I guess that’s… G-Goodness, he’s out cold…”

Heather stared in disbelief at the sight of her shirtless son. He still wore his boxing gloves, dangling from the ends of his limp arms. His feet were dragging, totally limp as Matt held him up. All those strong muscles, barely being put to use - just bucking his hips, and droning on and on from that hanging-open jaw. A shockingly large cock bulging obscenely in his shorts.

For her part, Heather was wearing a pale blue silk robe, loosely tied around the waist - and seemingly nothing else underneath it, from the way her big breasts’ nipples were so clearly outlined through the thin material. She was holding a half-empty glass of wine in one hand, looking like a fertility goddess as she stood there in all her milfy glory. A faint wine-blush warmed her cheeks and cleavage, and the slightest shimmer of sweat droplets shone between her massive melons.

The look was a critical hit on Mattie. She looked so soft, so warm, so silky. From outside the doorway, Heather’s appearance was even more effective on Carly, who was much less “used” to her than Matt was. Much more enraptured by her natural charms.

Holy shit… THAT was Billy and Anna’s mom…? She was so fucking hot! Carly didn’t even notice her jaw had dropped open as the pure, milfy aura overwhelmed her. Billy’s mom was so fucking stacked…

“He’s only been out for around half an hour,” Anna said, casually stepping inside past her older brother’s sleeping, slow-bucking muscular body. “So it might still be a while before he wakes up~”

Matt chuckled and rolled his eyes with humor. Obviously Anna knew nothing about knockouts. No matter how badly the champ had taken his first, Mattie was sure Billy would be waking up any time now…

“Where do you want him?” Matt asked the gorgeous milf, still carrying her boxer son under the shoulders, slowly dragging him further inside. “I’m not sure I can take him up the stairs. He’s heavy. And, uh…”

Matt gestured downward with his head, to where Billy’s hips were still thrusting and bucking to the open air. Billy’s cock bulge was so fucking huge.

Yes, that DOES look heavy… Heather thought. Heavy and unwieldy…

“Muuuhhhrrrr…” Billy droned, loud and stupid. His mouth was fallen open, and loud snores filled the room. Filled Heather’s brain.

He was totally wrecked. Totally destroyed. Whatever Anna and this Carly girl had done to him… It had worked.

“You could put him on the couch!” Anna suggested with a smile.

With a nod, Matt dragged Billy across the living room. He gently set Billy down into a sitting position on the sofa, and stepped back to observe his work. But after a few seconds of mindlessly whiny bucking, the unconscious champion’s body slipped to the side and fell over out of his sitting position, one shoulder sinking into the sofa cushions. Eyes distant and hips bucking, bucking, bucking as he lay there on his side…

“Hhhhhnn…” an airy, breathy whine fled his mouth as he stared at nothing, thrusting his hips in that slow, steady rhythm.

Matt shrugged, and stepped in to lift Billy’s legs onto the couch too. He hoisted the champ’s ankles up and pulled them around to the side, so Billy ended up laying along the couch on his back. Bucking upwards, snoring and whining, limp muscles shuddering.

Those hips weren’t stopping for anything. It was like the motion had completely taken him over. He was utterly defeated, utterly dominated, his broken brain cycling the same command over and over.

“Mouuughh… Hhhhnnn… Moouugghh… Hhhhnngh… Mouuuhhhgghh…” Billy sounded. Snores in, whines out.

Matt stepped back again and took in the sight. A rival who, just a few days ago, had joked that Matt would never catch up with him. A rival who just had lost two fights to Carly, and lost BAD. Matt saved the mental image to his permanent memory, so he could draw on this moment if Billy ever acted too cocky around him again.

Fuck. He looked like a loser. He must have been hiding a real slumberchin all this time, for his first knockout to affect him THIS badly… It actually made Matt feel even more justified in setting this all up. Billy was talking all that shit, and THIS is how he acts when it’s finally his turn to go out? Who the hell was THIS guy to talk down to Matt about fighting?

Yeah. Billy had this coming. But only Billy. Matt didn’t want anyone else to get swept up in this rightful justice. And so…

“Sorry the training didn’t go like you wanted, Miss Heather,” Matt apologized to Billy’s mom for the state he’d been returned in.

“No… It’s not YOUR fault…” Heather said slowly, staring at the ruins of Billy. “He should have been more careful…”

Matt laughed. “Yeah.”

“What… What hap…” Heather swallowed, then spoke again. “What happened to him…? How did this- How did he…?”

She was struggling for words. It was hard to tell if it was because she couldn’t put her thoughts out there, or if it was because she was distracted by the sight in front of her. That wine blush on her cheeks deepened a little redder, something that wine had very little to do with.

“Well… Between you and me, that chin got WEAK,” Matt said, trying to sound sympathetic but unable to prevent a bit of smugness from sneaking through. “No wonder Coach wants him to stay away from boxing for a while. He really struggled to keep up tonight.”

Fuck yes. Just saying that felt so good. Matt had wanted to say something like that for years, in his darkest fantasies… And Carly was always great at making Matt’s fantasies a reality.

Anna cuddled up to her stunned mother’s arm. “It’s because of you, mom,” she whispered to her. “You gave him a sweet spot the first time you hit him. It’s so easy to exploit.”

“O-Oh,” Heather moaned, staring down at Billy. Sprawled over the couch in his boxing gear, bucking and bucking… Snoring so loud she could feel it in her brain…

“You should have SEEN it, mom…” Anna was smirking as she whispered to her hot mother. “Billy had his guard up. UP, just like when you fought him last night. But this was different. Carly was incredible. She beat him unconscious THROUGH his guard. She just kept hitting his arms into his chin, using his own gloves against him. Over and over, until he turned into… This. Even though his guard was up, she took him down… She didn’t even NEED to land one on his chin directly…She put him so sleep so GOOD, mom~”

Anna giggled as she completed her little white lie. It wasn’t entirely a true recount of how the fight had gone, but Anna was planting a seed. Hoping to use the competitive streak she had noticed at dinner last night to get her mom on her side. Or at least, to trigger some more special treatment for Billy in her absence.

The words sank into Heather’s mind. Billy had his guard UP. Carly had done all this… Without even having to-?

Heather almost felt embarrassed that she had ordered Billy to put his hands behind his back, at the end of their fight last night. What had been a moment of dominance at the time now made her feel weaker, less capable. Instead of being the alpha female dishing out commands, now it was as if she needed an advantage to win. Like Billy was just playing along. She didn’t like the way that felt.

Anna saw the gears turning in her mother’s head, and knew her work was done. With a giggle, she kissed her mom on the cheek and stepped back.

“Mom, I’m going to spend the night at Matt’s,” Anna said.

“H-Have fun, dear.”

Heather sounded like she was somewhere else. She hadn’t taken her eyes off of Billy. Anna giggled again.

Before Anna left, she rushed upstairs to Billy’s room. She found his championship belt, put it in a bag, and ran back down the stairs - sparing a final look at her older brother, laid out on the couch and bucking his hips while their mother stood and stared, before she left for Matt’s car, laughing.

Anna could still feel the warm imprint of Billy’s massive cock on the palm of her hand, as she closed the front door behind herself. Leaving her silk-robe-wearing mom to have a private moment with the failed older sibling. Anna was sure Billy must be such a disappointment for Heather, especially when compared to a genius daughter like her. The one who had discovered his sweet spot, and put this whole thing together. Big brother’s downfall - Anna’s masterpiece.

Heather heard the sound of Matt’s driving away. It slowly faded out, leaving her in near-silence. Standing alone in the house, staring at her bucking, snoozing son. The only sounds in the room came from him, and his noisy, grunting mouth.

“Hhaauugghhhhh…”

He was wrecked. She had never seen him this ruined. And that bothered her. That truly, truly bothered her.

He had never gone out this badly for HER. She was the Alpha Female, she prided herself on being the best at beating her undefeatable son. Anna had said all of this was only thanks to her… Something about a “sweet spot”, but… But Heather had never left Billy in a state like this.

Heather suddenly wished she had asked Matt to drop him onto her bed, instead of the couch. But that was fine. She could make do with the couch. Or the floor, if she had to drag him off of it.

It seemed that Billy hadn’t internalized her lesson from last night.

“Oh, Billy…” she said, warm and affectionate, and full of sympathy and pity. A familiar tone, the one she had used when he made a mess or hurt himself while growing up.

Her soft, motherly voice crept into Billy’s ear, and with a pathetic whine, the boxing champion’s hips sped up. His hips’ rhythm gave way to desperate and wild bucking, as if trying to seek Heather out.

“Guuuaahhhuhhhhuhh…” the noise that came from her handsome son was inhuman. A stupid, drawn-out grunt, mixed with a moan from deep within his chest.

It only lasted a few seconds, and then back to quiet whines and loud snores, his hips slowing down to their previous pace. Glacial. Steady. His thick bulge looking very appealing in those boxing shorts Heather had seen him wear so often. The bulge of a cock secretly coated in its own slippery pre-cum just beneath the fabric, shiny wetness spread all over the burning-hot skin.

Heather couldn’t stop a smile from playing across her lips. Her boy was quite an amusing sight. And it was making her feel… Feel…

She took a staggering step towards Billy, and almost collapsed onto him as she fell forward and covered his open mouth with her hand. Silencing those snores, smothering him beneath her soft palm.

“Shhhh…” she hushed him, tone warm and sneaky, as if she was sharing an amusing secret. “That’s enough. I don’t want to hear another peep out of you. No more snoring, Billy.”

Heather wanted a moment of silence so she could think. Consider how best to respond to Billy’s failure to respect his mother’s orders. She couldn’t fucking think with all that racket he was making. All that noise.

He had let himself get knocked out by Carly, and worse, he had let himself get knocked out deeper. Disrespecting the alpha female by handing away a larger, more significant defeat to someone else. He hadn’t learned a thing. Hadn’t taken in her lesson from last night. Hadn’t taken in her lesson from the night she made him kiss her plump, soft, indulgent ass. He had disobeyed her. Disrespected her.

He needed punishment. Or maybe comfort would better help the lesson stick with the disobedient boy?

Billy’s hips kept on moving as Heather mulled this over. Her warm, loving heart beat hard behind her thick bosom, as she smothered her son beneath her soft hand. Muffling his snores. She could still feel his open lips vibrating against her palm. Spreading their wetness in a small, ticklish circle of saliva. Her gaze turned to his lap, those hips bucking and shoving his amazingly impressive dickprint into the air.

She had raised such a sweet, handsome boy. With a big, appealing package. And now it was just the two of them. One could argue it was just her.

Normally she would have loved to see him so defeated, but she was still feeling unhappy at her… Lack of involvement. What could she do to remedy that?

“No more snoring…” she repeated, softly, warmth climbing up her thick bosom. “Just let me think…”