Heather outfucks her son

“Try not to make this too boring.” Heather teased, slipping off her panties and throwing them to the side. “Get that weak little dick out for me.”

With a gulp, Billy did as he was told, slipping out of his pants and underwear and letting his hard cock stand free. Heather had to admit, it was impressive. Long, thick, and hard. Too bad she’d have him cumming so quickly.

Feigning a yawn, the dominant milf lay back on her bed and spread her legs wide open.

“I’ll let you take the lead, to give you a fighting chance.” She smirked, dripping with arrogance. “Take your time, sleepyhead. I know how woozy you get after being knocked out.”

Gulping, Billy stepped forward. With his cock in his hand, he pressed the tip up against his mother’s slutty hole, and gasped. The head of his dick tingled as he slowly rubbed up and down her entrance, savoring it, before slowly pushing her open and going inside.

Heather just smiled down at him as he gasped again. She was looking over the mound of her own tits to see him, propped up on her elbows. Slowly, she felt him push deeper, and deeper. After every slight nudge he would have to stop, and gather himself, before going deeper.

That was the expected reaction. Heather had been around a cock before. She was quite the campus slut, back in the day. Her body got lots of use. And she always came out on top.

She knew a weak dick when she saw one. And, as gorgeous and well-shaped as Billy’s was, it was still exactly that. A weak fucking cock. It didn’t stand a chance against her experienced, tight, fuckhole pussy. Her son would be cumming in no time flat. But, for now, she let him just slowly push up into her, inch by inch. Setting the pace. Feeling her silky, wet, hot pussy walls, and realizing what he was up against. Realizing that his dick was no match at all for his mother’s cunt.

“M-Mom… Uuuhhhhh…” Billy moaned, his body almost going limp as he hilted himself inside her. With a smirk, Heather lifted her hands above her heavy boobs and began clapping elegantly.

“Bravo, Billy. You’re down to the root,” she said. “And you haven’t even lost your load yet. Ready to start thrusting now, baby?”

“Uhhh… Just wait…”

Heather grinned. “Wait?”

Using her legs, she rolled Billy over onto the bed, finishing on top of him with an evil look in her eye.

“I was waiting all fucking night, bitch. Because my boxing champ son got knocked out again!”

Before the wide-eyed Billy could beg for mercy, his slutty milf of a mom started slamming her hips down on him. Fast, and hard. Billy gasped, eyes going even wider, as his mind vanished in an instant. It was too much. Too much pleasure. His sexy mom was fucking his brains out with her hungry hot pussy.

“Luh… Let me out!”

“Come on, Billy! Are you just gonna lay there? Fight back! Act like a man!” Heather taunted her near-catatonic son, breasts bouncing like crazy with the **** of her hips. “You’re going to knock out at this rate!”

“Muh… Muh… Muh…” was all Billy could say in response. Heather threw her head back and laughed.

“Oh, Billy…” she smirked. “Lights out.”

With that, she hilted herself one final time, slamming her broad hips and big ass against him, and squeezed. And that was all she wrote. Right on cue, Billy’s eyes rolled up in his head, his toes scrunched, his hands came to to his mother’s hips… And he busted a fat nut into her pussy.

“UUUNNGHHGGH!!” Billy spasmed and shook as his virgin dick lost its load in spectacular fashion. Despite the titfuck, despite all the wanking to his mom and little sister’s knockouts, his balls still found the power to make this orgasm a huge one.

Heather laughed as she felt him spraying semen uncontrollably, pump after pump after pump surrendering from his dick and straight up into her. She had him pegged as a quick shot from the very start.

“Useless,” she shook her head and chuckled. “What a useless little man you are, Billy… You’re just a little plaything, aren’t you? I hope you can find a woman who loves to knock you out as much as I do, some day…”

By the end of it, Billy was left panting and exhausted, without even the strength to lift him arms. Smirking, Heather lifted herself up and off of him, cum dribbling out of her cunt as his limp dick slid out of her and flopped over.

“Now then. How about we give your dick the ten count?” she asked, taking his wilted cock in one hand and placing the other flat against the mattress.

“One! Two! Three!” Heather slowly counted, slapping the mattress to the side of his slumped cock with each number, while her other hand tried to work it back to life.

“Uhhhh…” Billy groaned, feeling his mother’s hand on his sensitive, defeated dick.

“Four! Five!” Heather continued. She leaned forward eagerly, until Billy could feel her hot breath on his wilted penis. “Six! Seven! Eight!”

No life came back to his weak cock. It was down for the count. It hadn’t just lost to Heather’s pussy - it hadn’t just been knocked out - it had been embarrassed and retired by the reigning champ in a way it would never forget.

“Nine, and… Ten! You’re out!” Heather laughed, as she finishing counting out Billy’s dick. “No more boxing for you, baby boy.”

All Billy could do was groan as Heather let his floppy, leaking dick fall back against his abs. The chesty milf shrugged, full lips curled into a smile.

“I told you, Billy - you’ve got a real sleepy dick. Your glass-jawed cock went night-night in less than two minutes. And now… Your boxing reign at school is over. Your dick just lost you your championship. Not that you really owned it anyway. I’ve found that sweet spot on your chin too many times for that belt to still be yours.”

She was right. He was done. She’d fucked his cock out cold. His penis had been knocked the fuck out. Maybe if he hadn’t been curious and loaded those gloves for that first knockout, he wouldn’t be in this position. But, as he drifted off to sleep beneath the sexy body of an inexperienced milf who had repeatedly knocked him out, a stacked-up slut who had just fucked him to pieces, his own dominant mother… He couldn’t feel anything but pleasure.