Knocked out by his mom, in front of his coach

Heather batted her killer gloves together, smirking as she stalked down her timid prey.

“You should be embarrassed, Billy. Cowering behind your boxing coach like that.” Heather scolded.

The “undefeated” champion she called a son didn’t respond. Coach Lucy could hardly believe her eyes as she watched the scene unfold, sitting on the living room couch as demanded.

An untrained milf. Gorgeous, sure. Well-endowed and busty. Beautiful. But this woman wasn’t a fighter. How could she so effortlessly wield this much power over her son?

Ugh. Billy had been feeding into her ego far too much with those fake knockouts. No mother should think she can overpower her own son. At least Lucy was here for the fight this time, so Billy would have no excuses to pretend to lose again.

While Billy paced nervously, the overconfident Heather turned to her son’s coach, a proud smile across her face.

“If you want to keep track at the club, you can add 8 ‘knockout’ losses to Billy’s record.” she said helpfully. Lucy scoffed and shook her head, waving a hand dismissively.

“He’s undefeated. And he’s certainly never been knocked out - least of all by you.”

“Mmhmmmm?” Heather asked, clearly amused.

“That’s right. He’s the best young boxer I’ve ever seen. Nobody can touch him. He was built for this sport. He’s a natural fighter,” Lucy said, talking up Billy’s skills to his mom.

All the while, he was standing awkwardly still, thankful for this delay before the fight had to start. He lowered his gloves, waiting for their conversation to end and hoping that somehow he could be waiting here forever. He was hardly the picture of a fighter. More like a coward.

“He’s a natural dreamer,” Heather corrected Lucy with a laugh. “He was built for drooling all over himself. Nothing more. Isn’t that right, white belt?”

Heather turned to Billy, awaiting a response that he didn’t give. Instead, he just stared submissively at the ground. Was he really just letting her get away with trash talking him like that?

Lucy shook her head again.

“Remember, Billy. Don’t take a dive this time. If she hits you, you just take it, no pretending to get KO’d.”

“Mmmm…” Heather smiled. Billy couldn’t help but stare as she shimmied her huge tits playfully. A sure sign that the fight was on. “Ready to go, Billy?”

“I… I’m going to… Win…” was all the reply he could muster. Heather laughed.

“Knock yourself out!”

And with that, the fight began. Heather beat her gloves against each other, and the mother/son duo both got back into their fighting stances and began to circle each other.

This should be good, Lucy thought as she leaned back and crossed her arms. A smirk came to her face. Whatever Billy’s reason for playing into Heather’s fantasy was, her delusions were surely about to be shattered.

But Coach Lucy was irritated to see that, even now, Billy was still acting timid. Throwing out jabs, but not committing to any big punches. They were rangefinders, more than they were actual attacks. He looked tense, as he circled his opponent in this makeshift living room arena.

What the hell? That wasn’t like Billy at all. Was he so determined on giving his mom this power fantasy that he was willing to sacrifice his own dignity? He was already humiliating himself, before either of them had even thrown a real punch.

Heather, meanwhile, looked cool and collected. A calm smile on her lips, her eyes half-lidded in contented amusement. As if to her, this “fight” was merely a formality.

The goddess of a milf just kept her gloves up and slowed walked her son down, ignoring his pitiful jabs as they bounced harmlessly off her gloves. He frantically circled her and tried to keep distance, but she was getting closer and closer. Like a lioness stalking her prey.

Lucy grit her teeth in irritation. Of course there wasn’t any power behind his punches. He was backing away the whole time! He needed to step forward and throw something, or at least stand his ground. But so long as he was indulging his mom by letting her think she had those deadly fists, he might actually “lose” this fight before he got a chance to prove that all of his past defeats weren’t real.

Why was he respecting this untrained milf’s power so much? If the fight carried on and ended like this, he would lose just on appearances!

“Let her hit you!” Lucy called out from the couch. “Show her you can take it! Prove she’s got no power! Let her hit your chin!”

At that moment, Heather must have saw an opening. Because she threw out a jab of her own, and it brought Billy’s earlier jabs to shame.

Heather’s fist collided with the pointed tip of Billy’s jaw. He was stunned for a moment, taking a half-step back. In his momentary daze, he lowered his guard enough for Heather to throw out a swinging right hook right past his shoddy defenses. Clocking him like it was nothing!

The picture-perfect milf punch landed square on her son’s chin, and down he went. It was like something out of the boxing hall of fame, the way he just switched off. It all happened so fast.

What the hell? Heather’s combo hadn’t even looked particularly impressive. At best it had been impressive for an amateur. But Billy was clearly selling it like it was the ultimate finisher. A sniper’s jab followed by a right hook that was just an impossible blow for him to endure. An anti-tank missile. Billy made his whole body limp all at once, and just fell facefirst in shameful subjugation.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” Lucy shouted in irritation. What was he doing!? Letting Heather think she got a knockdown was not a good way to start this demonstration!

God, look at him! If Lucy didn’t know better, she would have thought that Billy’s mom just put him down hard for real. That his sleepy champion chin just gave in to mommy. It was a convincing performance. But a ridiculous notion.

Heather withdrew her fist to observe the results of her apparent ultimate chinshot. She watched Billy as he gasped, stumbled, and collapsed. He hit the carpet with a slight bounce, and a groan, but didn’t stir. Lying facedown at her feet.

Heather grinned, gloved hands going to her hips like she already knew there was no reason to even start counting. What arrogance! As if that two-punch combo could really be enough to…

“Oop- down you go~” Heather laughed. “Really, honey, this is getting sad… Let me guess - you’re out right now, aren’t you?”

There was no reply from Billy, as his amused mother stepped closer to poke at him with a toe. Another melodic laugh escaped the goddess’ lips.

“Seriously, Billy? You’re knocked out? Sweetie, that was just pathetic…”

Wait. What!? He wasn’t just faking a knock-down, he was faking a knock-OUT! Really!? This early into the fight, he was already acting like he was down & out?? Lucy watched on in enraged confusion, hoping against hope that he was about to open his eyes and reveal the lie. Reveal to Heather that none of it had been real.

Heather used her foot to roll Billy’s floppy muscled body over, so that he was on his back staring blankly up at the roof. God, he really was fucking selling it. He must have wholeheartedly wanted Heather to think she’d put him to sleep. But why!?

To Heather’s eyes, this was all real. He was finished by a quick combo from the boxing queen. In her eyes, the only person to solve the Billy problem was his own mother. God, he was so fucking out.

“Thanks for the workout, champ,” Heather smirked. She laughed again, shaking her head. “All that talk…”

“Enough of this! Billy, get up!”

Coach Lucy had seen enough. She stood up from the couch and stormed over, enraged. Heather happily stood aside, smirking, to give her son’s coach full access to his **** body. Watching on as she began to strip off her gloves. This fight was over.

Tt. The smug nerve of that woman. Lucy would give her a serious talking to later. For now, she just wanted to set the record straight.

“I said get up!”

Lucy got down on top of Billy, shaking him. When he still didn’t stir, she lifted a palm and brought it down to slap him.

SLAP!

“Ooh!” Heather cooed, enjoying the scene of his enraged coach trying to wake up a boy that was far too knocked out to care. She admired the slight redness of his cheek as Lucy’s hand came away again.

SLAP!

Lucy lifted her hand and slapped him again, the sound ringing out across the living room. Why wasn’t he reacting?! His head was just flopping limply, rolling to one side and then the other. It was like he-

Lucy stopped.

Her chest rose and fell quickly, with energetic breaths. But as she sat atop her star pupil, her best student, her club’s own prodigy, she began to realize something. And her breathing grew slower. Horror took over.

No… It couldn’t be…

Lucy held her breath, lowering the hand she had raised to instead poke his face. Testing for a reaction. Her fingertip sunk into his cheek… Nothing. Not even a sound.

No. Nobody could fake it this well. This… He wasn’t…

Lucy stared down into his blank, thoughtless expression. The face of a man that had had all of his intellect stolen. As she slowly came to terms with reality, she couldn’t help but speak aloud…

“Oh… Oh my god… You really did it. He’s out cold…”

Lucy was in shock. She never thought she’d see the day. Was THIS really was what had finally put him to…?

Goodness. After all his lying, all his playing along and pretending… Billy’s mom had finally knocked him out for real. All of that faking, all of those dives for her, but Heather had just slept him for real. Finally, one of the shots he’d blessed her with landing on him had been too much. That combo had finished him. His perfect record was finally gone - lost to his own mother by way of total knockout.

Lucy couldn’t believe it. Billy had never had a rivalry before. All the talent in her gym, and he’d never had a boxing rival. Someone skilled enough to really push him to the brink. How… How was his own MOM his boxing rival? Though it didn’t look like much of a rivalry… It looked like somebody whose mother just knocked him the fuck out. He was timid, he was scared, he was reserved, and now he was ****. Done in by his milfy momma.

Fuck.

The club champion. Her own star pupil. And his mommy had just casually punched his lights out. One perfectly placed punch had sent him to the land of nod.

Fuck… He actually lost to his mother. She’d fucking finished him.

While all these thought played through Lucy’s shocked mind on repeat, the dismay spreading visibly across her face, Heather just shrugged.

“Told you,” she said casually. “And that makes nine.”

Lucy stood up, dismounting the fallen champion and stumbling a few steps back. Like she had to get away to make it not real. Still, she wasn’t able to pull her eyes away from him.

He was the best. He was the greatest student she’d even had. And now look at him…

Smiling as ever, Heather took the opportunity to strut over and kiss her sleeping son on the lips. With the smugness of victory, she took his chin in her hands. Turning it over in her hand, looking at it from all angles, Heather scoffed.

“You’ve got such a slutty chin… Taking it from anyone who’ll give it. What a fucking slut…”

Heather shook her head, smiling, as she mocked her defeated loser of a son. He might be the king of the jungle at school, but everybody knows that it’s the female lions who really know how to hunt.

“Sleep well, my little lion…” she said, tapping him twice on the cheek before she stood and turned away.

Heather pointed at the dismayed coach standing in her living room without even bothering to look at her.

“You can show yourself out.”

With that, Heather strutted off to her bedroom, swaying her hips - ready to strip down and fingerblast her sexy body to another orgasm.

This might have been her most satisfying victory since the first surprise spar. Maybe her most satisfying victory yet. Having an audience was good on its own, but knocking out Billy in front of his beloved coach… His biggest believer… Now that was fucking hot.

Lucy stared blankly at the ****, unmoving student she had thought would become the world’s greatest boxer one day. This was… Oh my god…

Heather really did just knock him the fuck out, didn’t she? All that faking… But she had landed a big one. And he was out…

The champion of her boxing club had just been finished by an untrained milf. **** as can be. Sleeping like a log. What a humiliating thing to see…