A motherly titfuck

A naked, confident Heather smiled. Crouching down, she reached out with a loaded glove and pushed her son’s head to the side. It rolled limply, following the commands of her padding-covered knuckles without resistance. She smirked with satisfaction.

It was undeniable. Billy had been knocked out again. She was just toooo much for him… Some boxing champ he’d turned out to be. He was getting finished by his own mother, for god’s sake.

Billy’s mom was feeling hot now. Her son couldn’t have come in at a better time. There was something primal about defeating him while totally nude. Cleaning her boxing champ son’s clock in a single punch, with her big tits out and bouncing. The boy she’d given birth to, and raised… the strong, cocky athlete. And she defeated him in her birthday suit.

Heather was horny as fuck now. Her interrupted sexual fantasy was begging to be continued, now that her son was down and out. The gorgeous milf soon found herself taking the gloves off and snaking one of her long-fingered hands down the front of Billy’s shorts, with her crimson lips curled up into a cruel smile.

Heather let out a pleased sigh as her fingertips made contact, finding the champ’s cock already erect and dripping for her naked body. Knocked out or not, no man could resist her. He was ready to give in.

“There you are~…” she said, breathily. “Theeeere you are…~~”

Basking in her dominance, she pulled his dick free from his pants to give it a look over. It was a healthy size. A sensual shiver ran down her body as she gave it a quick squeeze, before her hand started stroking his hard dick up and down in slow, languid motions.

Her son. Her very own Billy. Knocked out and hard as a rock on her bedroom floor. Dick free and pointed at the sky and in her fucking hand. The caring, loving mother from several weeks ago would have been shocked. But the woman who hand her hand around his dick was something new. Something dominant. Something powerful.

She couldn’t help herself anymore. Holding the cock upright with one hand, Heather hefted her mighty breasts into his lap either side of it, before pushing them together around it. She was going to titfuck him. She’d punched him out, and now she was going to titfuck him.

Heather pushed her soft breasts together, rolling them around and enjoying the feeling of a snug little dick resting between them. She felt so totally in control, wrapping her heavy tits around his upright cock, and couldn’t help but smile as it stood up like a flag of surrender between her soft chest puppies

“Oh, Billy… you have got to stop getting knocked out by your mother, sweetheart. It’s not good for you…” she said with a smile, before leaning forward and planting a soft, delicate kiss on his glistening, engorged glans. Chuu~~

“Muh… Muh…” Billy’s head rolled to the other side, mouth hanging open to sound off some sleepy groaning.

Heather smiled, keeping his dick trapped in her booby prison and planting another soft kiss on his dick. She got quite the reaction this time, as his cockhead twitched and shook in place. A wide grin found its way onto her face.

“Oh? Twitching?” she asked, mockingly, pulling her smiling lips back and starting to rub her tits up and down his cockshaft. “Are you about to cum already, Billy? You’re supposed to be a young stud! My son can’t really be losing to me in the bedroom too, right? Are my breasts about to K.O. your dick, honey?”

Billy just grunted. And groaned. And moaned, and twitched, and shook, and… came. Heather was taken by surprise as his spent dick, the same one he’d wanked off to her dominant body so many times earlier that night, found the strength to shoot off one more load of semen for its goddess.

“Oh!” Heather gasped as the white flag of surrender was raised. “Knocked out cock! A total defeat! Oopsie…”

She used her boobs to carry him through the powerful orgasm, rubbing his cock to coax out as much cum as she could, then slowed to a stop when the semen stopped flying. She knelt there with a smile, holding her tits with her son’s dick in her boobs, watching with pride as his wilting cock slowly flopped back out of its conquering prison.

As it slapped back against his abs, dribbling more cum, she couldn’t help but prod the softening thing with a fingertip, like she was trying to see if there was any life still in it. There wasn’t. The champ’s droopy penis was a real sad sight. And it was just as finished as he was.

“Aww, isn’t that cute?” Heather teased. “And now your dick’s been put to sleep too… guess that makes you a double loser tonight, Billy. Mommy’s titties knocked your cock out.”

Reaching forward, she picked his dick up by the root between her thumb and forefinger, leaning forward and admiring her work up close.

“Poor Billy… even his dick gets into fights it can’t win…”

She let it flop side to side in her hand, almost as if wagging it, slapping either side of Billy’s abdomen. Taking in a deep breath, she leaned in close and began rubbing it against her cheek. It left a glistening trail of precum as it went.

“Sleepy dick, sleepy dick…~ All tuckered out and spent jizzing for mommy’s tits…” she sighed. “You shot your fucking load and got KTFO’d. Big boobies are just too strong… They make you take a little nap… You lose, you lose~~”

Billy was down for the count - and so was his manhood. Mommy had dominated him twice more tonight. This was so much better than any of her fantasies had imagined was possible. Her son was all talk. And now she knew that he was all hers, ready to act as fuel for her sexual fires from now until forever. And the little bitch had no way of fighting back anymore… not without ending up fast asleep with jizz in his shorts.