Return of the big bad champ

A few months ago, after Anna had put Billy to sleep with that dreadful uppercut, the humiliated champion had immediately tried to fight her again to regain his lost manhood and status. After all, what kind of high-level boxer gets knocked out by his amateur noob of a little sister?

But just as Anna was confidently accepting the rematch, their mother had stepped in, chastising Billy, and forcing him into a one week boxing hiatus so that his brain could recover from the damage his nerdy little sister had done. He hadn’t wanted to accept it, but at the end of the day she was still his mother - and he had been knocked out all night. Besides, though Anna didn’t know it, this wasn’t Billy’s first time going out in recent history… A few days rest might do his chin some good.

But now, finally, enough time had passed that Heather was ready to allow Billy to box again. His boxing hiatus had ended up being over three months, instead of just one week, after Heather grew more concerned with the way he had been acting. But now it was over. She couldn’t justify holding him back and letting him heal. Sleepy, stumbling, woozy Billy could finally try and get **** on Anna for boxing him out. He couldn’t still be nursing that sleepy chinshot, right?

Yeah. Right.

What neither knock-kneed Billy nor his gorgeous mom knew, was that during his time away from the sport, Billy’s nerdy little sister had turned his champion chin into glass.

He’d been knocked stupid, punched to sleep by the unathletic bookworm, every single night. Anna had KO’d her older brother over one hundred times now. “Undefeated” her ass. In those three months, she’d seen his eyes glaze over more times than she’d gone to school. He was further away from recovered than he’d ever been. He was less of a champion now than he was on his first day of boxing class. He couldn’t even remember it, but that nerd had knocked him the fuck out more times than any pathetic jobber had ever been. And she just loved watching the lights go out on her arrogant, muscular, “undefeated” big bro. She loved /putting/ his lights out.

“Alright, Billy.”

He looked up from the couch to see his sexy milf mother holding his pair of boxing gloves out to him. Confused, and still suffering a headache from last night’s nerd slap KO, Billy slowly reached out and took them.

“You’re officially allowed to box again,” the busty goddess told him, with a warm smile. “But it’s almost been four months. I imagine your skills are rusty. So before you go back to your club, why don’t you try training me again? Like before?”

She lifted her eyebrows, suggestively. Billy stared up at his mom, brain working slowly. The last time he’d offered to “train” her, it was a ploy to let himself be knocked out. To finally feel his first trip to punched-out slumberland, in the safety of his own home, surrendering his first loss to his sexy mother. Now she was finally looking for her second lesson?

“I won’t let you get in fights with the other boxers until we make sure you’ve finally recovered from Anna’s uppercut. Okay, honey?”

Billy nodded dumbly. He pulled on his boxing gloves, staring at his satisfied mother’s gigantic rack, and stood up from the couch. Heather might as well have been purring. Once again, the undefeated champion was going to be boxing his mom. Heather and those loaded gloves against her glass-jawed son.

Anna came downstairs to see the match. No way was she going to miss this. This fight would basically be her big bro’s execution. One good punch from momma bear, and he’d be sleeping for days. Facedown, knocked out and humiliated. The big bad champ. Snoozing at mom’s feet, post-jaw punch.

All her hard work turning his chin to glass was about to pay off. Anna could hardly wait to see the fruits of her labor. She couldn’t wait to see him go down to their mom. To see her cocky big bro slept by their mom. Their mom! Just imagine! Billy, knocked out by his own mother! Cold! Stiff! Defeated! He’d be the laughing stock of the family!

And if something went wrong, if he somehow managed to escape being knocked out cold, well, there was always his little sister. An expert in knocking out Billy. She knew all his fragile chin’s weak spots, all the best combos he couldn’t take, and she could jump in at any time if she wanted to. If Heather was called away early, or Billy’s habitual skills kept him safe, then his little sister would just have to step in and put him to sleep with her own dainty bareknuckle punch.

Anna smirked. The biggest challenge now was not shoving her hand down the front of her pants as she waited.

Between his busty mother and his Billy-killer younger sister, the club champion didn’t have much hope of getting out of this one any way other than asleep. It was just a matter of who would finish him off. The woman who raised him, or the girl who’d always been in his shadow? The first person who’d ever knocked him out, or the little sister who made a study out of it?

The poor, wobbly athlete didn’t stand a chance. A sleeper punch was coming his chin’s way, and he was going to crumble. He was going to fall.

He was going to fucking sleep.