Heather is in the nude, shadowboxing into her mirror with only the gloves on

Billy was shocked by what he saw on the other side of the door, as it quietly creaked open. His full-bodied mother was almost totally nude, wearing nothing but the loaded knockout gloves she’d made him drool with. Every mature curve of her goddess-like body was clear as day as Billy gawked at her huge, unobstructed breasts, bouncing as she excitedly shadowboxed into the full-length mirror on the bedroom wall.

“Oh, is that it?” Billy’s mother spoke in a lovely, musical taunting voice, instantly sending even more blood to his cock. Her red lips were curved into a lovely, mocking, superior smirk. She looked so worshipable. So perfect.

Heather barely spoke in a husky whisper as she continued, Billy silent and awestruck as he observed her with one hand leaning on the semi-open door.

“The big bad champion’s all tuckered out?” she asked, laughing in a way that made her naked tits bounce just a little bit. “Come on, what are you doing down on your knees? I didn’t hit you that hard. Stop being a wimp. Get back up so I can knock you out. You look about ready to get put under a woman’s spell.”

Billy stifled a groan, one hand going to rub over the top of his crotch as the other leaned more heavily on the door. His bulge was already sensitive and hard. After seeing Heather nude, hearing her taunting voice, and now realizing her fantasy was about knocking him out again? I was a wonder he didn’t cream on the spot for her.

“I honestly expected better from my own son. Haven’t you got anything left? Thaaat’s it, get up to your feet… You’ve got your hands up? Ready to fight back, are you? Hup!”

Heather threw a heavy hook into the air, no doubt picturing her gloved fist crushing into Billy’s cheek and absolutely flatlining him.

“OH!” Heather moaned loudly, gloved hands moving over her tits and pussy. “That’s it! That’s fucking it! You’re out for the count!”

Billy gulped, and put just a bit too much weight behind the hand leaning against the door. The door shifted, banging audibly as it made contact with the wall, and Billy froze. Heather’s head shot over to her bedroom entrance. She was yanked from her sexual fantasy, startled by the silhouetted intruder standing menacingly in her bedroom doorway. Watching her nude body.

“Ah! Thief!” she yelped, frightened and unable to make out Billy’s familiar face in the dim nighttime lighting.

POW!

Before Billy got a chance to say or do anything, his nude goddess of a mother popped him in the chin with a quick jab. Her hasty, ****, instinctual attempt to defend herself was highly effective. In one fast strike of her glove, the threat was over, and the intruder neutralized.

About to use the opportunity to run naked into the hallway and call for help, Heather stopped. She stared in awe as the tall, powerful body of her would-be assailant teetered unsteadily on his feet, quite possibly already knocked out from the single strike.

All of a sudden the shock and fear she’d felt were gone, replaced by a steadily rising confidence. Arrogant, teasing confidence, and a desire to observe what was about to happen. Judging by his reaction, his unsteady legs and his wilting body… her jab may have just shut the man’s brain off, and his body just didn’t know it yet.

She gasped as anticipation filled her. Heather’s incredibly sexy body warmed with sexual desire as she watched, waiting, bringing both gloved hands close to her naked, heavy chest and breathing deeply. Her thighs rubbed together gently. She could easily have followed up with a combination of haymaker hooks to sleep the man for certain, but instead she just chewed her lip and watched to see precisely what her sole jab had done to this intruder. The answer? More than enough.

Billy’s eyes rolled up in his head as the message finally got through to his body that he had been knocked out.

“Uhhh…” he couldn’t finish the thought, just letting out a soft sigh as his body stopped teetering.

“Billy!??” Heather gasped, recognising that soft sigh and finally identifying the peeping tom. Too late.

Billy flopped forward limply, collapsing onto the carpet floor at his mother’s feet yet again, out cold. Her tight yoga pants landed just a few inches away from his limp, curled fingers.

There was an extended pause as Heather stared down at him in surprise, still clutching her loaded gloves to her warm, huge bare boobs. She was waiting to see if he would get up, if he would move, if he would do anything. He didn’t. He was totally still. Totally limp. She had knocked him out with a jab. One jab. Down goes the champion.

“Hah…”

Heather stared down at her fallen son, and started to slowly laugh.

“Hahahahah… Hahahahaha!”

The laughter picked up to a side-splitting level as she looked down at her sleeping face-first son. Just laughing at the absurdity of it all. Of how scared she’d been, of how one snap from her fist did this to him when she hadn’t even meant to. Of how she had just been fantasizing about KOing her champion boxer son in a long, drawn out match where she ended up the victor covered in the sweat of heavy effort, and he ended up asleep. Well, she had been half right.

“Ahahahahah! Ohhh, Billy…” Heather said with a quiet moan, and smirked.

She clicked her tongue, shaking her head slowly. For shame, Billy, she thought, running a glove up along the front of her incredible body and holding it just under a tit. Feeling the weight and the power in her gloved hand. She was a real woman alright. Too much woman for even her own son to handle.

“…Really, dear? Knocked out off a jab? Oh, Billy, sweetie, come on… That was just sad…” Heather mocked, holding back a giggle. Still half in her sexual fantasy, one which had been interrupted, she decided it was time to live it.

At her feet Billy’s head was rolling slowly over to one side. Truly out cold and at his mother’s mercy. She was in control.

“Poor baby… You were trying so hard to stay quiet… Until your momma clipped you.” Heather smiled. Her boy really was no match for her. It was just unfair on him any time they boxed, and now this… one quick jab took the fight right out of him.

She loved it. She loved feeling so sexy, so dominant. Knocking out her own eldest son. Outboxing him. And last night, when she acted a bit naughty and had his face in her tits… When he gawked her ass as she stripped out of her tight, thin-fabric leggings… The way he completely submitted to her on every possible level. Voluntarily and involuntarily. From getting knocked out by her in a training lesson, to last night begging that she be the one to punish him… And ended up knocked out yet again. She loved being the house’s resident boxing champion.

Her healthy body was heating up fast as she smiled down at his latest sorry state. Trying to be sneaky, just to get knocked out in one hit. His eyes shut, his lips apart to make room for his steady sleepy breathing, his hair out of place. His strong young body was still. Placid. Such a change from his usual, cocky, brash demeanor. He looked so different limp like this. Fainted like this. She’d really just knocked out her own eldest son again. Good god, she’d put him to fucking sleep.

Her naked pussy was soaked. Dripping onto her bedroom floor, looking powerful as she stood high above Billy. She was such a slut for seeing him sleepy. She just got off so hard to seeing him slumped and snoozing like this, that she was already dripping wet at the sight.

“Mmmmm…” Heather allowed herself a deep moan, running her gloves over her sexy body. Her lips curled into a smile as she closed her eyes, and replayed that stunning knockout in her mind’s eye.

Her fantasy had met reality with that short-lived bout of naked boxing in the bedroom. One jab. That was all it took. This goddess just put her son’s weak ass to sleep with one jab. God, he was fucking out cold. And now it was just him and her in the privacy of the bedroom.

What was she going to do with her sleepy son? Would she continue the fantasy? Or had she had her fill, and would nurse him back to health like the loving, caring mother she used to be? And if not, if she still wanted to play, then what was the next step of fulfilling her desires if she put him out so easily?