The moms gather around

Intrigued, the moms all stepped into the ring now, and crowded around their fallen, sleepy instructor. The strong young man was laying on his back, knocked the fuck out.

Rae stood proudly above him, not a scratch on her, trying to act nonchalant about it even though she felt fantastic. Meanwhile, Billy was drooling all over himself. Staring up at nothing, with blank eyes. One of the moms reached out with a foot, and poked him with her toe.

“O-Oh… He’s fully out cold, isn’t he…?” she breathed. “Goodness…”

“Wow, Rae… I know you used to box, but I didn’t know you were so good! You’re like a tiger mom!”

Rae shrugged, trying to hide how pleased the compliments made her.

“He’s still young. Experience is everything in boxing,” Rae replied, humbly. “I’m sure he’s got a great future in the sport, especially given that he’s an undefeated champion and all… Ah… Though I guess he’s not really undefeated anymore, is he?”

“Oh my days… Rae, you’ve made him drool all over himself. He was the champion…” a mom that was crouched over Billy cooed with awe.

“When will he be back on his feet?” another asked, as curious chatter filled the group. Rae twisted the cap off a water bottle and took a sip, then answered casually.

“The way he just went down? He might be snoozin’ here all night. That was a rock solid knockout. It doesn’t get much more textbook than that.”

She took another drink of water, then turned the bottle over and poured its remaining contents on the boy’s strong chest. Cold water ran over his impressive pecs, and down his washboard abs. There was no reaction from him.

“Yep - textbook. That’s one for the moms,” Rae commented.

His chest rose and fell slowly, with his sleeping breaths. Unaware of the crowd of moms that surrounded him. Trying to recover from the milf shot that had hit the snooze on him.

The crowd talked among themselves for a while, many not-so-subtly admiring the way his strong body shined and glimmered under the ring lights, thanks to Rae’s dumping of water. And thanks to the punch that had sent him packing in the first place…

But the seminar was over now. Rae’s seminar, as it had turned out to be. And soon, all the moms were leaving. Thrilled, empowered, and happy to send their daughters to join this club after all. Rae stayed behind a moment, saying she would pack away the equipment left out in the gym, since Billy was in no state to do so.

The last mom left, and Rae did as she said she would, putting everything back in place. The gloves, the pads, the lights. She cleaned up in near-silence, only to the sound of deep, steady breathing coming from the ring in the center of the gym.

She was even packing up. This really was her seminar after all.

It only took a few minutes to get everything back in its proper place. When she was done, and before she left, Rae hopped into the ring to admire her handiwork one last time.

“Pfft,” she scoffed. The poser was still out. He had been sprawled out, sleeping in the ring, the whole time she had been putting everything away. How fucking hard had she hit him…?

It felt awesome. Undefeated, huh? Tssch. So much for that. He got slept by this epic milf.

This really was Rae’s moment, and she was living for it. She couldn’t help but give the irritating young man a bit of a lecture on his poor attitude before she left, and the moment ended. A lecture that mocked him for how hard he got slept by a retired mom - especially for his first time going out. The undefeated brat didn’t even have the excuse of battle damage. His chin was brand new. Fresh out the box, mint condition. Yet still, he’d ended up like this…

“You know, twerp, we had a word for people like you back when I used to box…” Rae looked down at his dumb, blank face. Then she ran her eyes across his shiny, muscular chest, drinking it all in. “…We’d call you ‘chinny’. It means you have a nice, sensitive~ chin. That you’re easy to knock out. That you can’t take a punch. I mean, for a big strong man like you to end up like this…”

Rae gestured grandiosely across his fallen body. His limp arms, wearing the boxing gloves he couldn’t even touch her with. Did he even deserve to wear them?

“…Maybe the rest of your club should start calling you ‘chinny’ too,” she continued. A smile crept across her face. “Mmhmm. ‘Chinny the champ’. Ha!”

Rae reveled in her own joke. Composing herself, she lifted a foot, and placed it squarely between his strong pecs.

“I mean, unless I’ve just got the mom strength to break you… I’m sure it’s only a matter of time before the rest of your scrub club finds out just how talentless you are. And then somebody’s going to take that precious belt all for themselves… Chinny.” Rae teased him, enjoying the chance to boast and mock a genuine down-and-out man - a boxer she had put to sleep with her own gloves for the first time in years. God, she had missed this. And what a comeback it had been!

She lifted her head and scanned the empty gym, holding her victory pose above the slumbering scrub. The first man she’d ever knocked out. An unbeatable champion.

“Ahhh… But then… Maybe you’re not so chinny. Maybe I really am just a tiger mom. And maybe you’ll stay undefeated on the books for a good, loooong~ career,” Rae mused. She turned back to Billy and his dumb, blank face. “…But we’ll still know, won’t we? You and I will both know that you got knocked. Out.”

Rae grinned. It really was the perfect end to what had become her very own boxing seminar. And a great last hurrah for her boxing career, a few years late. Proving that she really did have it. That she really could outbox a man, even now. She had always hoped it was possible. And holy fuck, did he go out.

She couldn’t hold back one final laugh as she regarded the apparent boxing champion in all his mighty glory. Sprawled uselessly in humble defeat. Degraded and worthless. And so Rae threw her head back, and laughed. Laughed right in the fallen stud’s face.

When she recovered from the humor of the scene, her lips curled up into a cruel smile. She picked up her handbag and prepared to leave - but first, she gave the slumbering athlete one final, mocking goodbye.

“Night night, you little scrub. I always knew I could knock a man out… I fucking knew it.”