A little flirting, a little knockout

Both boxers circled each other cautiously, doing little more than extending a lazy fist as if to test the waters of this match. Most people would think Anna was hesitant to take on a fighter with so much more experience. They might also think that Matt was being careful not to underestimate an opponent who had received such high praise from his rival. The truth was that both had far more similar reasons to hold back.

Anna had always had a bit of a crush on Matthew. She had never had a real boyfriend before, either being too shy to talk to the boys she liked or scaring them away with her "know-it-all, man hating attitude" as Billy liked to call it. It had helped her focus on her education more, but she had always hoped that there would be guys who liked her anyway, despite her feminist views. However the few that had expressed interest quickly lost it once they saw Anna's mother. Heather wasn't the type of mom to try and impress the younger boys (until recently anyway), but with her looks she never even had to try. It often made Anna jealous, but she knew her mother would never try to steal away a potential boyfriend from her daughter on purpose.

Matthew was one of the only boys Anna knew that didn't ignore her when her mom was in the room, always going out of his way to talk to her while the other boys drooled over Heather. This had always made her like him more. While not a star student, Matthew was by no means a dumb jock. Mostly A's and B's, and an occasional C. And while someone didn't have to be athletic to impress Anna, it didn't hurt either. But he had never shown any romantic interest, only respect towards his best friend's little sister. That made Anna both afraid and excited about the idea of bringing him down the same way she had Billy. But if she did win, would that be too demasculating for Matt? Or did he even think of her like that at all...?

The truth was that Matthew actually did like Anna too. There was no denying he was attracted to Billy's MILF of a mom, but he could easily see all that beauty in the little sister of the family as well. He very much admired her intelligence, and the times she had been in the room and put on her reading glasses had given Matt sexy librarian vibes that he had pictured more than once beneath the sheets at night. He had never made a move because the one time he had asked Billy about going out with his sister, his friend had mentioned that she was actually hiding the fact that she was a lesbian, using her feminism as evidence. Matt never realized Billy had only said that because he didn't like the idea of one of his friends dating his geeky younger sister. So Matt had simply admired her from afar. But now seeing her in a skimpy little boxing outfit and the flirtatious smile she kept sending him, Matt could not help but hope that he might have a chance after all. Although that certainly wasn't going to happen if he beat her up. Right..?

"Are you two going to stop dancing anytime soon or should I put on some music?" Heather said, trying to sound like a sweet mother to hide the fact that she was actually becoming rather flustered. The concept of another skilled young boxer lying knocked out at her feet was a major turn on for the single mother. When she and Anna had first decided to use Matthew to test their ability, she had hoped it would be her fighting him right now. However Heather was well aware of her daughter's crush, and when she had asked to be the one to take him on, her motherly side won out. Still, the thought of Anna putting Matthew to sleep like she had her brother the night before made the woman's nether regions tingle. But if they didn't do something soon she was going to have to take over!

"Sure thing mom," Anna replied, bouncing a few more times on her toes to psych herself up. This did not help Matt, who watched her loose hanging shirt wobble with the motion. He was almost laid out when Anna suddenly rushed forward and swung her fists sharply at his face. Luckily he managed to get his guard up just in time, but not without feeling the impact of the loaded gloves. He quickly leapt backwards to put some distance between him and the surprisingly powerful blows.

When Anna saw Matt retreat she grinned and charged after him. The veteran boxer was **** to start dodging the punches or else his arms would take too much damage for him to fight back. The girl grinned wildly at the shock and fear in Matt's eyes. Her confidence only continued to grow as he seemed to be falling further and further on the defensive. Getting overconfident, Anna pulled back her fist just a little too much, telegraphing a shot and giving Matt the chance to dodge and deliver a quick hook to Anna's ribs that made her back away instead. Both boxers took a moment to catch their breath after the furious exchange.

"Wow Billy! You weren't kidding. She could definitely take some of the guys in the club," Matthew laughed as he shook his sore arms. "You taught her well. Swarming me to take away my reach advantage, and I'm amazed by how strong your punches are Anna!"

"Thanks!" Anna blushed, proud to receive the praise from her crush who actually seemed to be enjoying this as much as she was. "I guess I never knew my own strength until now. Thanks for showing me bro..."

Billy turned red at the condescending tone in his sister's voice. He could not believe this was happening! Matt had definitely taken the worst of it in their exchange, but he had no idea that Anna's supposed "strength" was all because of the weights in her gloves. It didn't help that his sister was doing incredibly well, having taken his short training session and become a quick, and sexy little firecracker! If things kept going this way, it was only a matter of time until one of those gloves impacted Matt's face and then, lights out.

Billy was about to advise his friend to go on the offensive, when his mother leaned forward. She was watching the match with **** anticipation. Her legs were squeezed tightly together, her need from watching her daughter pound the athletic young man making her wet. Her breast swayed in a hypnotic rhythm as she inched closer, waiting for the two to continue.

"That's normal. A lot of girls underestimate how strong they are," Matthew said, raising his guard and preparing to continue. "When it comes to punching, you get even more power from the legs. And you've always had amazing legs."

"R-really...?" Anna asked, trying not to giggle like a schoolgirl at the fact that the boy she liked had just made it clear that this was not the first time he had admired her body. When she noticed his blush and how he shyly looked away after his slip, an evil thought occurred to the girl. "Is there anything... else you think is amazing on me..?"

Matt found it very difficult not to drool when Anna struck a pose, her hip cocked to the side as she extended one of the legs he had praised moments earlier. She leaned forward, giving a tantalizing preview of her ample chest framed by an innocent shrug that was somehow made even sexier by the boxing gloves she wore. Heather gave a wolf whistle from the sidelines, the icing on the cake.

Anna's distraction worked like a charm. Matt's guard visibly slacked and he barely even noticed when she came at him again with her fist cocked. He instinctively brought his arms back up to protect his face. Too bad that wasn't where Anna was aiming. Her fist collided with his completely exposed stomach, the weighted gloves turning his toned ab muscles into pudding. Matthew collapsed over Anna's fist, lifting up on his toes as he was folded in half by her blow.

Billy closed his eyes in despair as he witnessed what was likely the deciding blow. Meanwhile, next to him his mother let out a whimper of pleasure as she watched Matt fall to his hands and knees, coughing and sputtering for breath. Anna stood over him, relishing the feeling of power at seeing such a strong fighter gasping for air after she had literally knocked it out of him.

"Are you okay...?" Anna asked, trying to sound flirtatious but generally concerned she might have overdone it. She was grateful when Matt smiled at her and nodded, still trying to catch his breath, but not upset. Her excitement and confidence restored, Anna fixed him with a dominant grin. "Ready to say 'uncle'..?"

Matt shook his head, and after a few more deep breaths answered weakly, "Not yet... I won't be able to live it down if I give up after one solid hit."

Matt **** himself to his feet. He knew he should probably quit after that last punch, but he didn't want Anna to think he was a wimp. Still, he must have been really distracted for her to do as much damage as she did. His stomach felt like jelly, and it was still difficult to breathe. Matt's legs barely supported him and he wasn't sure how much longer he could keep his guard up. But no matter what, he wasn't about to quit here. Because the truth was, this was sexy as hell! He had always had a thing for a strong willed woman, but being dominated in the ring by a gorgeous girl like this was opening his mind to all new possiblities.

"Suit yourself," Anna said with a dismissive shrug, although the reality was that she was ecstatic that he wasn't giving up. Anna bounced back and forth a few times, watching as her opponent tried to follow her, though it was clear he was barely on his feet. Anna danced around him, being more playful and flirty than she ever had in her life. She gave him pouty smiles, blew him a kiss and even shimmied her large bust, thoroughly enjoying it as Matt almost tripped over himself as he watched her boobies dance. This wasn't about testing her skill anymore, she was just enjoying this too much. Anna was drinking in the power she had right now, physical and sexual. The girl had never been the focus of such lustful looks like the ones Matt was sending her way, and she was drinking it in. Anna threw a punch here and there to keep him on guard, but nothing meant to do more than play with her new toy. Especially the way that no matter how obvious it was that she was winning, Matt just seemed to want her to keep going.

"I think maybe we should end it," Anna said with a wink, intentionally telegraphing her next punch.

Matt looked disappointed for a moment before he desperately swung at her in one last attempt to continue, but this was exactly what Anna wanted. She easily sidestepped the punch before firing a quick jab that hit Matthew flush against the face. Nothing too powerful, but with her gloves it was more than enough. His legs immediately gave out and he dropped like a rock back to his knees. Still conscious, but barely. His arms were like lead, he couldn't even move, just sway on the spot as Anna looked down on him with a victorious smile.

"Time to give up Mattie..." the girl said, gently cupping his face with one gloved hand. His response surprised her though.

"N-no... No please... K-keep going Anna..." he muttered weakly, his eyes **** as he tried to focus on her. Both women were curious why Matt would try to keep going when he had so obviously lost, but Billy knew the answer.

"He wants you to do it. To knock him out..."

Billy had been watching his friend slowly lose to his little sister. At first it had been painful, but as Anna continued to flirt, he'd noticed something. Matt wasn't throwing anymore punches. His guard was slacking from more than fatigue. But most importantly, Matt looked eager. Eager like Billy had the night he asked his Mom to train with him. The night he decided he wanted her to knock him out...

Anna looked at her brother in shock before turning back to his friend. "Mattie... Do you want me to knock you out now..?"

Matt didn't say anything, just stared up at her and gave a slow, confirming nod. Anna felt herself get wet from the look of eager submission in his eyes. He had just given her total power over him. Anna had never felt more incredible!

"Alright..." the girl said with a smile like honey. She bent over and gave Matt a lingering kiss on the lips that made both their toes curl before slowly pulling back and raising her fist. "Fais de beaux rêves, Mattie..."

The glove slammed against the side of Matt's face and he crumbled all the way to the floor.