His next match with mom is coming

Heather came to pick Billy up once training was over. Coach Lucy couldn’t help but watch with judgemental eyes as her prodigy student’s mom strutted her wide hips up to him, with all the confidence of a milf that thought she could KO everybody in this room. Lucy noticed the smug gaze she gave her son as she looked down at him, and though she was too far away to hear, the upwards curve on those gorgeous lips of hers made it obvious that she was teasing him.

“How did my little white-belt do today, hmm~? Think you’ve learned enough to put up a decent fight against me?”

“Let’s just go, mom…” Billy was timid, and had his shoulders sagging. Lucy had never seen her champion so cowed.

The two got in the car for Heather to drive them home. Smirking and humming as she tapped a tune on the wheel.

Billy’s mind raced. This wasn’t good. He knew that Coach Lucy would be expecting him to box his mom when they got home. To beat her. He wasn’t sure how he could do that as long as she had those overpowered loaded gloves on. His mom would probably just put him to sleep again if he didn’t try something.

He got an idea. An awful, dreadful idea, but one he hoped might be worth it.

“Hey, mom…” he started weakly, interrupting Heather’s wheel-tapping rhythm.

“Yes, Billy~?” she almost sung to him, smiling.

“When we get home… Could you…”

He licked his dry lips. Fuck. This was hard, but he had to do it.

“…Could you let me beat you? At boxing?”

Heather quirked an eyebrow.

“My coach talked to me. She said she saw us through the window last night…” Billy slowly explained. “I told her about the other losses, and-“

“Billy!” Heather gasped, embarrassed and angry.

“And she says it’s making me worse, mom. All your knockouts are making me a worse boxer. You’re… You’re taking all my skill away from me.” Billy continued. “If you keep… Defeating me… You’ll weaken me so much that I won’t even be a good boxer anymore. Someone else will beat me, too. And then another person, and another… Until all I am is a has-been former champion, who gets knocked out by his mom.”

“So what, you think pretending you’re good enough to defeat your mommy will make it all better?” Heather clicked her tongue. “I’m not happy you told your coach about this all, Billy.”

Billy squirmed in his seat. He didn’t like what happened when Heather wasn’t happy with him.

“Could we just… Try it?” the fearsome champ begged his mother. “All you’d need to do is lie down, limply, and act like you’re… Sleeping.”

“Ugh, and I suppose you’d have me drooling and snoring too, right Billy? Just like you whenever I smack your lights out?”

Fuck. The undefeated champion curled his toes as blood rushed to his cock.

“Maybe you had better just learn to protect that class fucking chin of yours better! I wouldn’t keep knocking you out if it wasn’t so easy!” Heather ranted, clearly displeased with her son. “I’m surprised you aren’t a has-been former champion already, the way I can put you to sleep! It’s a wonder your club doesn’t act as a second bed for you!”

“Mom… please.” Billy said. “You’re… You’re draining my skill with your fists…”