Billy comes to

Slowly, woozily, a dizzy Billy blinked his eyes and came to. He was on the floor of his mother’s bedroom, lying on his back. Early morning light shined out from the window. Billy groaned and sat up, slowly.

What- what was…?

But then he remembered. He remembered his mom, stripped naked, save for those powerhouse gloves. He remembered her surprise punch flying at his face. And… that was it.

Had she really knocked him out again? In one hit? While fucking naked? God, her body was so hot… Just picturing himself flopping over at her feet was sexier than he liked. His busty, beautiful mom had knocked out the champ again. For fuck’s sake.

“My head hurts…” Billy quietly moaned to himself, bringing a hand up to his forehead. He heard a giggle.

“Aww, Billy, I’m sorry honey… I think I’m to blame for that.” Heather’s sweet voice came from the bed.

Billy looked up to see her smiling down at him, bountiful chest proudly stuck out towards him. She was no longer in the nude, now wearing a black bra on her top half, but Billy still couldn’t help but stare.

“I knocked you out again, Billy.” Heather almost sung, voice dripping with smugness. “I really didn’t mean to this time - you just surprised me. I guess I’m still the champion of the house, huh?”

“Wh-Where… Anna…?” Billy muttered, praying to god that his newly-cocky little sis hadn’t seen him sleeping on the floor again.

“She’s out with Mattie. She stayed with him last night.” Heather smirked.

“F-Fuck… Mom, you… You knocked me out again?”

“God, you’re slow today. Yes, dear. I put you to sleep.” Heather stretched, arching her back like a cat, and sticking her tits out even more for Billy to oogle. Arms stretched behind her back, she slowly swayed from side to side, inadvertently wagging her boobs for her groggy son. “Boxing you is getting pretty boring, you know… You just go down so easily… What’s it called when someone sucks at taking a punch? A ‘glass jaw’, right? Do you have a glass jaw, Billy?”

“F-Fuck you…” Billy muttered, a bit too loudly. He still wasn’t all there. But instead of getting berated by his mom for the foul language like he expected, he just heard a giggle. He looked up to see his smug mother’s heavy chest bouncing in her bra, one hand covering her plump lips.

“Wh-What’s so funny?”

“Sorry, Billy, it’s just- I already knocked your cute dick out.” Heather giggled, standing up from the bed. With her long, smooth legs, she towered over the sitting Billy. She was just wearing some black lace panties, giving Billy plenty of eye candy. But… What had she just said?

“What?” Billy asked, confused. Was he hearing things? Maybe she’d KO’d him a little too hard.

“I said I knocked out your fucking cock,” Heather repeated, taking a threatening step forward.

“My… My…?”

Bending over, she hefted her heavy tits in both hands, holding them up for him to get a good look at them. He stared, in awe, at the valley of her deep cleavage.

“See these? You’re looking at the winners, Billy. What you’ve got hanging between your legs is a tried-and-tested loser.” She smirked. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but you’ve got a glass-jawed cock as well. I titfucked it so hard that it basically passed out on me, the poor little thing.”

“My… Dick?” Billy was speaking slowly, staring at his mother as he processed her bragging. Was this real? “While I was… Was…?”

“Sleeping.” Heather nodded.

Billy felt his dick rising in his pants. This couldn’t be real… Why was his mother acting like such a… such a slut? Had she been enjoying making him faint as much as he had? Had she fantasized about fucking him? About dominating his sleeping, lifeless body? Bouncing up and down on the rock-hard cock attached to the useless body of a so-called champion? Her own athletic son?

Letting her titties drop from her hands and bounce, Heather ran a hand down her body and began slowly tracing her pussy through the thin black material.

“Mmmn… It’s too bad you’d already fainted for it. You didn’t even get to see it, you were already snoozing.” She smirked. “But if you’d like a repeat session, I’d be happy for your dick to skip the rankings and take on the reigning champ down here. Be warned, though - you might lose in just one hit.”

Billy gasped, and his cock throbbing. She was offering to fuck him?

“I… I…” Billy was feeling light-headed. His dominant goddess of a mother was so in control.

“But you know what?” Heather cut him off, still drawing lines around her tight fuckhole. “Knocking you out is fun. But you’re still my son, and I don’t want you getting hurt too bad… So how about we make a little bet?”

Billy gulped, barely managing to drag his eyes up to meet him mom’s. Her bright, cheerful, sparkling eyes. The eyes of a goddess.

“That is, if you want to lose to my pussy?”

“I… I want to fuck you…” the still-loopy Billy agreed. He didn't care that it was wrong. Just picturing her naked again, slamming her hips onto him, was a dream…

“Then, the bet. If my pussy can knock your cock out, Billy, then you have to hang up your gloves for good, and find a hobby you’re actually good at.” Heather smirked. “For fuck’s sake, you’re not even good enough to beat me. Your newbie mom. I don’t want you boxing professionally if you’re just going to be a glass-jawed jobber.”

She wanted him to stop boxing? But… That was his future. His dream. That was what he was best at, despite the recent knockouts from his mom and little sister. He couldn’t agree to that. But… He did want to fuck her. He couldn’t say no. All he could do was negotiate.

“And what about if I…” Billy gulped. “What if my dick KO’s you?”

“Ha! Then I guess you’d win, Billy.” Heather shook her head, sadly. Like she knew her son’s fate was already sealed.

“I want your gloves back if I win.” Billy said. “And then… I want to box you again.”

“If you say so.” Heather rolled her eyes. “You’re going to get knocked the fuck out anyway. Your dick’s too sensitive for my pussy, you might even cum on entry.”

“Bring it on.” Billy said.