Heather gets knocked the FUCK out

As mother and son prepared for their latest boxing match, Coach Lucy approached the window to watch. She couldn’t help but shake her head at the nervous, cowed way that her boxing champion was acting around his mother - who herself stalked him like a big cat, arrogance and confidence clear on her face and in her posture.

“I… I won’t get KO’d this time, mom.” Billy said, his mouth dry, as he lifted his gloves into a fighting stance.

Heather snorted in response.

“Fat fucking chance,” she replied. And it sounded like she really believed it. Believed that Billy had no chance of winning at all.

The cocky, beautiful milf bent over to pick something up off the floor, intentionally revealing the incredible, large, heart-shaped cheeks of her perfect ass to her son. Her prey. Taking her time, she sloooowwly lifted herself up, enjoying Billy’s stare, and tied her “black belt” around her waist.

Lucy couldn’t help but stare from the window as well. First at that round ass, then at those long, thick legs… She wanted Billy free of his mom’s control, but damn, that was one hell of a body. And those tight yoga pants weren’t hiding anything.

Smiling, Heather gave her body a little jumping shake to test the tightness of her newly-tied belt. Her perfect, big, jiggly tits reacted to the motion, almost bursting from that stretched pink sports bra. Lucy and Billy were simply in awe.

Without another word, Heather raised a hand and pointed to one side at something that Lucy couldn’t see. Billy stared along the path of his mother’s finger, hesitating. Seeming timid, and with a quick nervous glance at the window which Lucy was stood in, Billy finally gave in. He followed his mother’s commanding finger and retrieved his own white belt from the floor, then submissively put it on his waist.

“Oh my fucking god…” Lucy said, under her breath. Just how tightly was he wrapped around his mother’s finger? He was treating her like his new master…

“Don’t forget - you’re just a little fucking white belt. And white belts get knocked out by black belts.” Heather purred, as she pulled those dangerous gloves on. “You’re about to get the best night’s sleep of your life, Billy.”

Her confidence was astounding. She was so sure of herself. Of her victory. Despite herself, despite knowing what a once-in-a-century prodigy boxer Billy was, Lucy found herself having to fight the feeling that his mom might actually win this… Heather just seemed so convinced that she would. It was infectious. And Billy was battling the very same thought.

Without a moment’s more warning, Heather gleefully charged her son down, and began throwing her heavy punches. Her huge tits swung with each powerful blow, her face a giddy, grinning mask of joy. She really believed this fight only had one possible outcome. The same one as all of her previous fights - a chin-crunching milf fist, and a floppy champion son.

Fortunately, for the moment, Billy was able to evade. Heather’s punches were slow and sloppy, and for a champion of Billy’s caliber, easy to avoid. He ducked, dodged, and weaved out of the way of her relentless air-swinging combo. There was a bit of fear visible in his eyes, though it was mixed with a pinch of defiant determination, as he used his elite boxing skills to the fullest.

“Come on, son! It’s night-night time, ahaha!” Heather grinned. “As soon as one of these hands touch you, you’re toast!”

He knew she was right. One good hit, and he’d be finished. And it was only a matter of time until she chinned him.

Billy stopped dodging, and instead brought his gloves up to guard his head. Heather’s heavy, powerful blows landed on his guard, hurting his arms a little, but not doing too much more than that at the moment. Heather, for her part, fucking loved this. From her perspective, he’d given up on dodging, and was just taking a beating right now. Yet again, the milf was battering the big bad champ however she pleased.

Heather laughed, not slowing her **** on his raised arms. Was this all he had? Pathetic.

“Yeah, that’s right. THAT’S right. Now let me just- GUHN!”

Her mocking taunts were interrupted by a sudden right hook that hit her hard across the face - Billy had been waiting for an opening, and as soon as he’d spotted one, he’d made the most of it. She hadn’t been expecting that.

Heather was sent stumbling backwards, stunned by the hit. It had been powerful. It had been right on target. It had been perfect. Her son was a champion for a reason, after all. And now, the big bad milf was disoriented and dizzy.

“Buh-Billy!!?” Heather asked, clearly startled, as she regained her footing. She hadn’t been hit like that before. Her brain wasn’t used to the surprise of it.

Billy stepped forward before she could react, pressing his advantage, and landed a hefty body blow that bent his mother forwards with an “uff!”. He ignored the feeling of her incredible, soft tits as they pressed against his shoulder, instead pushing her back up into a standing position and launching a sturdy uppercut into her chin.

“OOOF!” Heather’s brain really had the fog roll in from that hit. Her head was knocked back, and again she was sent stumbling. This time, even after managing to find her footing again, those thick, long legs of hers were bent inwards dumbly. It was clear she was having trouble supporting herself.

Billy took a moment before pushing in to study her, to get a read on how damaged she was. Her legs were unsteady, sure, but he didn’t want to risk being too hasty and get hit with a oneshot, insta-kill KO for his troubles. Those great equalizers on his mom’s female fists had put the fear of god into him - but maybe he had no reason to worry.

“B-Billlyyyyy…?” she droned, stupidly. Her gloved arms hung down her front, her knees bent inwards and her impressive bust hanging down for her son to ogle. Three punches deep, and she already wasn’t fighting back anymore. It was like she’d forgotten she was even supposed to.

She was standing in front of him, swaying. This mega milf. Her huge tits spilling out of that too-tight pink sports bra, her deep cleavage right there to stare at. Billy lowered his guard and allowed himself a moment of looking down her top, with a smile. Her big round ass, in those skintight yoga pants, jutted out behind her as she bent forwards. She looked woozy. She looked sleepy.

But Billy stared at her boobs for a bit too long. Long enough for her to shake the cobwebs and remember that this was a fight. Slowly, she managed to compose herself, straightening up and even managing to lift her gloves again.

“W-What's wrong mom, having trouble staying on your feet?” Billy tried to taunt her, still nervous that he could somehow lose this fight. One punch would be all it took. Her cursed himself internally for staring at her boobs instead of finishing the job, and began circling her.

“I… Y-You’re going to regret that, you… You…” Heather warned him, throwing out a lazy jab that he easily sidestepped.

Luckily for him, Heather was still pretty fucked up. All that body. All that confidence. And now, it was time for the goddess to sleep…

Billy intended to knock his mom out. And he knew just the way to do it. Every way in the book to dismantle a cocky, newbie boxer, and chinshot them to an early bedtime. This goddess was about to enter a nice, deep slumber.

A few more skillful punches went undefended, and had Heather’s eyes rolling. Her gloves were hanging limply again. One more solid cross made the milf groan, and fall to her knees before her son.

“N-Nnn… Noooo… Noooo, don’t…” she moaned, glazed eyes rolling around, as she knelt there with her gloves uselessly resting on the ground between her open thighs.

Billy’s breathing picked up speed as he realized that this was it. This was actually it! His mom was done for. This was the weakest he’d ever seen her look. Kneeling, gasping, eyes glazed over.

Even down on her knees, her body was incredible. With her dazed head rolled back, her arms hanging down, and her amazing bosom free for the taking. Her exposed midsection an impressive sight. Those wide, yoga-pants hips and thighs, right in front of him.

And her beautiful face, just inches away from his hard cock. It pulsed at the sight of her, then again as the kneeling goddess moaned again.

“Noooooo…” she moaned, deep and slow. “I… I already beat you… So many times…”

Billy’s cock thumped. His mom swayed in front of him, coming dangerously close to nuzzling her face against his stiff cock, as she knelt there.

“I knocked you out… I knocked you out! You… You can’t… I can’t…” Heather babbled in her disbelief stupor. “One punch… Just one… And you’re d-done for… I can knock you out with just o-one-”

”Good night, mom.” was all Billy said, before landing one last devastating blow onto his mother’s cheek - the final blow. The one that put her out.

Instantly, she was ****. Silenced. She flopped forwards before he was even able to bring his fist all the way back. For a moment her sleeping face grazed his crotch, rubbing a cheek over her champion son’s hard dick, before she went all the way down to the floor.

And there she was. What a fucking sight. The confident, gorgeous goddess, now almost bowing for her son, instead of kneeling. Her face pressed against the carpet, big ass stuck up in the air in those skintight yoga pants. Gloved arms limply stretched out down her body and between her legs, stopping just between her ankles.

The cocky, busty bitch had been destroyed. She tried taking on a champion, and now, she was sleeping. Dreaming. So utterly limp.

Lucy smiled in approval from the window. He’s probably gone harder than he needed to, but Heather would surely get the message now: don’t fuck with Billy. You’ll only get knocked out.

Satisfied, Lucy turned and left, confident in Billy’s knowledge to take care of his mother after a KO. Leaving behind the view of that gorgeous, unfairly stacked goddess, limp and defeated and **** and asleep. Her ego, and her flawless record, destroyed. Knocked **** by her own son. Lucy knew that it would come to this.

But Billy didn’t. Hoped maybe. But not expected. Certainly not knew. Yet, he’d done it all the same.

Billy stood frozen above her. Staring down at her face, pressed into the carpet with not even a twitch of movement. Her big, heart-shaped ass, pushed out for him to see again, but in a very different way than it has been before. That dumb black belt around her waist. He couldn’t believe his eyes.

“I… I did it…” Billy said in disbelief. “I beat you… I knocked you out! I just- I just put you to SLEEP!”

And he had. She wasn’t moving. She wasn’t thinking. Her flawless record was done for. She was out like a light - punched **** in a match she was certain she would win. That black belt wasn’t doing her much good now.

Billy could feel himself breathing faster, as he circled her embarrassingly limp body. The bowing, facedown goddess, arms down between her legs, big ass high in the sky. Billy was getting excited now.

“Yeah… GET KNOCKED OUT!” Billy yelled. “GET FUCKING KNOCKED OUT, MOM!”

He pressed his cock up against her huge, raised ass as he reached her behind. His stiff shaft slid easily between the soft cheeks, enjoying her body even through each of their clothing. It pulsed again, and threatened to spill in his pants at all the excitement.

“Yeah… Get knocked out,” he repeated, quieter.

Billy pulled off his boxing gloves and let them fall, so he could grab hold of his mother’s broad hips with his own hands. He slowly slid up and down, grinding his happy cock along her big, engulfing ass. Feeling the expansive softness on his dick. The famous ass of his goddess mother, always on display, always on his mind. Now all his.

“I knocked you out. You’re sleeping. Ha. The so-called “Boxing Queen” is sleeping.”

Billy pulled his white belt from his waist, and tossed it aside. He took the large globes of her ass into his hands, and gave them a squeeze.

“Look at you. You just got knocked out by a fucking white belt. Pffft. I knew I was better… You’re all talk.”

He was rubbing his crotch between her two giant ass cheeks, in those yoga pants that may as well have been painted on, more fervently now. He knew that he could. He could do anything he wanted to this facedown milf. Heather was sound asleep, and wasn’t getting up for anything.

Once he’d had his fill, he pulled back and rolled her over, out of her face-down ass-up pose to instead lie on her back. Her tits wobbled as her back landed on the floor. Her mouth, now visible, maintained a shocked “O” shape with her crimson lips. Billy smirked, closing her mouth for her with a finger, then straddled her chest.

He took in the view of this blissful beauty, who had just been handed her first ever knockout. And he began to play with her sleeping body.

He took up two handfuls of her soft tits, though that infamous pink knockout sports bra. First holding them from the outside, then sliding his hands under the material to grope her from the inside. Skin on skin. Hands on tits. He could feel her boobs moving with each of her slow, steady breaths as she lay there defeated.

“Oh my goddd…”

His cock beat like a drum. He was heating up, breathing faster. This was Heather. This was his mom. Defeated. Her soft tits in his hands. He wanted to just pull them out and suck on them as she slept. And maybe he would. But first, his dick was calling for his attention.

He dismounted her chest and moved to kneel beside her head, awkwardly fumbling to get his cock out. The young athlete had never been so hard before in his life.

He stared down at her gorgeous face for a moment. She looked so much ****, now that she was out cold. Peaceful. There wasn’t a hint of mockery on those ruby red lips anymore, slightly parted as she slept. That nearly-open mouth so inviting.

“Yeah… I won.”

Billy began tracing the tip of his dick along her limp jaw, up towards the tip of her chin. A trail of warm, shiny precum was left behind as he marked up his knocked-out mom.

Rubbing on her with one hand, he reached down her body with the other and began stripping her black belt off. She didn’t deserve it anymore. She wasn’t a “Boxing Queen”. She was just some KO’d jobber now.

Billy was getting excited. Really excited. Tossing the black belt over a shoulder, he slid his hand into her sports bra again, to squeeze a boob.

“Thuh-This is for defeating me…” he said, relishing the sight of her unresponsive body. “This is for knocking me out so much… I was undefeated before you smacked me around, you bitch!”

As he talked, the trail of his cock had moved further up her face. Now he was rubbing the engorged head of his dick in circles around her soft, slightly parted lips. Pushing them around as he pleased, loving the feeling of those lips on his dick. He could feel her breath tickle his cock, which made him shudder. If she’d been aware enough to give his glans a gentle little kiss, he would’ve shot his cum on the spot.

He kept rubbing on her pliant lips for a while longer. Then, taking a moment to prepare himself, he pushed inside.

Her lips opened obediently as he slid his dick into her mouth. These lips had mocked and belittled him, and now, they welcomed his cock without any resistance.

Billy rolled his head back and moaned. His mother’s mouth was warm. Her tongue felt incredible. Even ****, Heather was proving to be a good suck…

“You lose… You LOSE!” Billy shouted.

Just how far could he take this?