Lucy confronts Billy at school

At the boxing club the next day, Lucy pulled Billy aside.

“Billy, we need to talk.”

Billy nodded, concerned by his coach’s tone, and ran a towel over his sweaty face. He’d been going at his sparring partner pretty hard, who was currently across the ring from him on one knee, trying to catch their breath.

“What’s up coach?” Billy asked, following Lucy to the empty and quiet locker rooms.

“I paid your house a visit last night, but no one answered the door.” Lucy began once she was sure they were alone. “Billy… When I looked in the window, I saw you, out cold on your back in the living room. With a pair of boxing gloves on. Care to explain?”

Billy sucked in a breath. He’d hoped this wouldn’t happen. His “white belt” performances against his mom were finally reaching his club, the place where he was supposed to be king. He quickly stammered out a reply, to try and save himself.

“O-Ohhh, sorry for not answering the door,” he said. “I was just doing some workouts last night and I must’ve fallen asleep. I guess you were right about we not getting enough nap time, huh? Don’t worry, I’ll work myself less hard from now-“

“I know that’s not true, Billy.” Coach Lucy interrupted. “We’re boxers. We both know a knockout when we see one. Eyes rolled up, mouth hanging open…”

Lucy paused, and took a deep breath. She shook her head before continuing, to the horror of her student.

“You were out. You got knocked out, plain and simple.” Lucy said. “And then I saw… Your mother… Step out of the shower and flaunt it at you. /Mock/ you for still being out cold. Billy, tell me what’s going on.”

Billy froze. His face turned bright red, burning with humiliation. His boxing coach had seen him knocked out? She’d seen his mom… mocking him for going to sleep for her?

…Had Lucy also seen the knockout punch that sent him packing?

Billy’s mind raced. He had to find a way out of this. A way to explain everything that his coach might have seen, as well as why he just lied about it, all without losing his boxing clout. Finally, an idea came to him. He didn’t like it, but it was the best he could come up with. And so, the new lie began.

“…Alright,” he said at last, with a sigh. “I’ve been… teaching my mom how to box.”

Lucy raised an eyebrow.

“And she knocked you out?” she asked incredulously. “Your fucking MOM knocked you OUT? Billy… Holy shit!”

“No! No, let me explain. I was… Just pretending.”

Lucy’s expression changed.

“We were sparring one time after training, to test her new techniques that I’d taught her,” Billy said. “A-As a joke, I let her hit me on the jaw, just once, and made a big show of rolling up my eyes, wobbling, and falling over, pretending to be… You know…”

“Pretending your mom had just knocked you out? That the woman who raised you had just put you to sleep?”

“That’s right.” Billy nodded, with a gulp.

“And she bought that?” Lucy asked, skeptical. “A club champion? Finished by his own middle-aged mom? Billy, she knows you’ve never been put to sleep before, she /really/ thought she’d just taken your perfect record from you?”

Billy gulped again. He was pulling from a lot of shameful truths to make this lie, but if it worked, it would clear his name. He pushed on.

“Yes, she did,” he said. “I had meant to spring back up and tell her it was a joke as soon as she rushed to check on me, you know, ‘oh my gosh Billy I’m so sorry’, ‘goodness Billy are you alright?’, running over to make sure I was okay after her punch, but… ”

Billy paused. This was it.

“But she didn’t. I kept lying there with my eyes closed, waiting to surprise her, waiting for her to check on her KO’d son, when instead I heard her just whisper ‘…Billy?’. When I still didn’t respond, instead of coming to try wake me up… She started celebrating.”

Billy had never seen his mom’s reaction to that first dreadful KO, but he had imagined it time and time again while running his hand over his cock. Imagining his mom standing over the champion’s crumpled form, revelling in her absolute victory. Her sleepershot putting her so-called teacher out for the count. So much for big bad unstoppable Billy. It looked like he finally met his match - and it was his bombshell amateur of a mother.

“I just heard her jumping up and down, cheering, ‘I knocked you out! I knocked you out!’. She was so happy, so proud that her boxing had improved so much, so overjoyed that my first ever loss and first ever knockout had both gone to her… Well, I just couldn’t tell her that I was pretending.” He said. “She was so proud to be the one who… Finally beat me. Defeated her undefeated son. Put me to sleep at last.”

“Uh-huh.” Lucy said, sounding unsure. Billy gulped again, then continued.

“That was a few weeks ago. Since then, she’s been constantly rubbing it in my face, bragging about how she knocked me out, how the student had surpassed the master. Bragging about giving me my first ever loss. Taking my knockout virginity. Making sleepy faces at me and laughing about how we fought and I lost consciousness.”

“Oh my god…” Lucy couldn’t believe what her so-called ‘champion’ was saying.

“I wanted to correct her, tell her I was just faking, but she was just so happy. So happy at how much her boxing skills had improved. So now, every time we spar, I… I always pretend to get knocked out again, to end the match. I box her for a few minutes, then let her get a hit in, and drop to the floor. I let her think she’s punched me out cold again.” Billy finished.

“What the fuck. How long has this been going on?”

Billy winced. “A few weeks?”

“You’ve been pretending to get knocked out by your mom… for /weeks/!?”

Billy nodded sheepishly. “It makes her happy.”

“And are you still training her?”

Billy took in a deep breath. If he was doing this, he may as well go all the way.

“Well… No.” Billy said. “Now she’s actually… She’s actually teaching me how to box. Trying to ‘bring me up to her level’. But I still let her ‘knock me out’ every time. It’s hard, listening to her berate me for not learning my lesson while I pretend to be ****, but it makes her so happy… If I stop now, she’ll think she’s gotten worse at boxing.”

“Oh my god, Billy.”

Lucy shook her head in disbelief. How could her best student, her club champion, be surrendering his pride to his milfed-up mommy on a silver platter like this?

“And why were you pretending to be out for TEN MINUTES?”

Billy winced again.

“She… She likes to mock me for it, while I’m down?” He tried. “So… I just let her? Laughing at me is her favorite part of the fights. So I pretend that she puts me out for a long, long time, and I act all groggy and dazed when I finally ‘come to’. She likes to tease me while I’m acting all confused and stumbling around the living room. And she loves to feel like she makes me sleep like a log.”

Billy’s cock was starting to get hard and throb as he went on.

“Once… I pretend to be knocked out for three hours. And the whole time, she was laughing at me. Laughing at my limp, defeated body. Calling me a loser. C-Calling herself the real champion… Talking about how I didn’t deserve my gloves. She kicked me a few times, and ran her hands along my limp limbs, my muscular chest, but I just took it… I just lay there, listening, and let her think I was all the way out. Sleeping like a log.” Billy almost moaned. “She still talks about that sometimes. She loved it so much. I think part of why she keeps boxing me is to see me go out for that long again. So she can laugh at me for that long again. So she can play with the limp-limbed, slumbering champ far off in dreamland. And greet him with another cheery ‘rise and shine sleepyhead’ when he finally comes to, confused and weak, with his mommy sitting on his chest.”

Lucy took a step back. She had to think this all over. It all sounded so crazy.

The supposedly fake knockout she’d seen through the window had looked pretty real. The slow, deep, steady breaths… The total limpness, the stupid face, the slack jaw… If he was faking, he was really going all out to make it as convincing and as humiliating a knockout as possible for him. That dumbass face he’d been making, was it really all to give his mother another thing to laugh at him for? To make her feel like she’d hadn’t just beaten her boxing son, but utterly annihilated him? Was he so dedicated to convincing his mother that she’d struck the brains out of her prodigal son, that he was willing to look like such a fucking KO moron?

At the same time, Lucy was all too willing to accept this explanation over the alternative. That her best student had really been put to sleep by his own mom. And, under the assumption that his story was true, she wanted to help him get out of it.

“Well, Billy, we have to put a stop to this.” Lucy said, sternly. “You can’t keep letting an older woman ‘knock you out’. It’s affecting your performance in the ring. If you get too used to losing, it’ll be bad for you.”

She shuddered, for the first time imagining him finally falling flat to some other kid’s punch. She’d never dreamed of him losing like that, and she’d be damned if his mom was going to make it real.

After much more talking, Lucy arranged to come to the next match between Heather and Billy, to ensure he wouldn’t let it happen again. He tried to get out of it, but Lucy wouldn’t hear it. It was affecting his performance at the club, so if they didn’t deal with it, she said that Billy may as well not show up any more. And, as scared as Billy was of getting slept by mom in front of his coach, he couldn’t give up the club. So he agreed.

To avoid “embarrassing Heather”, they agreed that Lucy would watch from the window, in secret. Really it was so his mom wouldn’t know Lucy was there and have a repeat of the Aunt Judy debacle. And with that, the two went back to training, their conversation over. But Billy could barely focus on anything except what he could do now, to avoid being knocked out in front of Lucy.

Lucy also spent the rest of the day thinking about the situation. As far as Heather knew, she’d repeatedly knocked out her own son. And she loved it. She came back for seconds. And thirds. And fourths. She celebrated surpassing her boxer son in skill by hammering the point home straight onto his sleepy champion chin.

Lucy shuddered to imagine a world where it was all real. Poor Billy, her best student, her champion. The most promising boxer she’d ever known and a future world champion. Fast asleep at the feet of his mommy. Punched out. Knocked the fuck to sleep. His busty mom punching his chin and defeating the promising young stud of a boxer, just like that. Done in one. KO’d by mommy. Finished by a stacked milf. Picturing that fat ass of hers parked on his chest as he slept off another humiliating defeat.

Heather really must have thought she was some kind of powerhouse prodigy, doing what no other boxer could do and sleeping the champ. She revelled in it. Taunted him while he was out cold, and then some more when he finally woke up dazed and confused from mommy’s big chinshot.

Lucy had to let her know she was living a fantasy. Billy would never really get knocked **** by a curvy untrained milf. Never. His mom was in for a real shock, Lucy thought. She was about to see how good Billy really was.

Or maybe, Lucy was about to see Billy take another extended visit to dreamland.