Not at all

Heather snorted.

“Fuck that,” she said. “If you want to see me limp, drooling, snoring… Knocked out? You’ll have to earn it, Billy. Mommy doesn’t get put to sleep by anyone. Let alone you. You say I’m “draining your skill”? Well, I say let’s see if I can make you reach rock bottom.”

Billy squirmed in his seat. The rest of the car ride home was silent, the “undefeated” boxing champion looking so small next to the milf to his left, radiating confidence. Her big chest was pushed out, and she wore a smile on her face in stark contrast to her timid son. Her little boy.

What did she mean by “rock bottom”? Was his newbie mom really going to box him and beat him until… What? Until he had no skill left at all? Until anyone could defeat him? From the upstart boxer tomboys looking to prove themselves, to the glitzy fashionistas just wanting a bit of fun, to the nerdy librarians spotting a chance for power?

He couldn’t let that happen… He couldn’t let himself fall asleep to his mom again. He was a champion for fuck’s same! According to his record, he was undefeated! He had made a mistake letting it get this far, letting his mother believe she was better than him, letting the milf knock her champion son totally **** with those loaded gloves, but now he had to put a stop to it. Before it spread into his boxing career. Before his unskilled busty milf mom turned him from an undefeated champion into a sleepy little jobber, laughing in his face all the way.

Heather had always gotten her way. Her gorgeous body, those unfair boobs, her intelligent young daughter and impressive athletic son… She had never really been “defeated” at anything. So of course it felt natural to her when within a couple of hours of learning, she was knocking out Billy. Rocking his glass jaw. Doing what no other boxer had done before in not only defeating him, but in putting him to sleep. All of those victories, all of those promising reports from his coaches. And there he was, at her feet, finally defeated. Out cold. Snoozing. Fucking finished. She finished him.

Dominating him with all of that “natural boxing talent” just felt right. Sending him out cold left and right, whenever she pleased. Billy wouldn’t let this go on any longer. For the first time in her pampered, privileged life, that perfect milf was going to be defeated. He was going to defeat his mom. He was going to knock her out. She’d be the one lying on the living room floor, limp and dreaming, not him. Not the athlete. Not the champion. The milf. He was sick of being on the receiving end.

And besides… She was right. After all of her recent dominance, all of her recent arrogant bravado… He really did want to see her lying limp on her back, sleeping. Drooling. Snoring. Toes curled up. He wanted to see her like that. He wanted to see this domina get wrecked. Get finished. It was about time Billy tried to knock his mother out. Cold. The boxing champion was going to make this cocky, busty bitch sleep like a log.

At least, that was, if she didn’t get to him first. After all, between the two of them… Only one was really undefeated. And Heather rather enjoyed playing the boxing queen to her constantly-nodding-off son. He just couldn’t keep his eyes open, poor darling… And she loved him all the more for it.

She was looking forward to hearing him snore, too. The big bad athlete losing to a middle-aged beauty… Losing to mommy. And losing hard. That was how she wanted it to be. And that was how she was going to make it. He didn’t know it yet, sitting in the car next to her. But he was going to get knocked out again, Heather was sure of it. And yes, she was going to laugh in his face.