Tanya wants the flashy KO

“Oh G-God… Tanya, please… I’m gonna be knock…ed… Please, don’t…” Billy moaned, writhing against the corner of the ring. Hanging on by a thread.

Billy was begging for his consciousness. Pleading Tanya to spare him his mind, and to just take the humiliating upset as victory enough. To leave him draped up in the corner of the ring, drowsy and moaning and beaten, but awake.

Tanya didn’t care.

“Fuck you, brat.” Tanya spat, enraged.

She wound back her fist for more, breathing heavily, but determined to continue. Billy’s eyes went wide as saucers.

“P-Please, Tanya, I’m sorry, I- UHN!”

WHACK!!

That was the one. It was only a matter of time before one of Tanya’s wild, untrained loaded punches landed true. And Billy hadn’t begged hard enough.

As her glove bounced off his chin, he was already ****. His babbling cut off suddenly as he went to sleep, at the hands of Tanya’s dirty milf KO. She had cheated. But it didn’t matter anymore. He got knocked out.

Billy teetered in place for a moment, which Tanya used to catch her breath before the next punch. Was he out…? He was still standing. Tanya’s face curled into a scowl as she threw another heavy shot, which landed undefended and sent Billy collapsing headfirst into the ring.

WHACK!!

She hadn’t expected it to go this fast. She had expected much more of a fight. Tanya had been prepared to get hurt, avenging her sweet little boy’s embarrassing KO. But she hadn’t needed to get hurt. As her hated opponent fell before her, limp, Tanya filled with pride as she realized there wasn’t a scratch on her. The poor dreamer had gone down easy. It had been fucking easy.

Tanya could never have predicted the power that came from loading her gloves, or from being a sexy milf - apparently, this brat’s two biggest weaknesses. In just a few seconds, the champ got obliterated. But Tanya was still going.

WHACK! WHACK!

Even as he fell, she followed his toppling body down and continued her relentless onslaught. Rage poured out of her as punch after punch landed, at a much higher rate now that he wasn’t moving around anymore. Two caught him on the way down, where he landed with an unceremonious CRASH! Immediately, Tanya rushed down to mount him and swung even more.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

Billy lay lifeless on his back, the overbearing Tanya sitting up on his hips and throwing wild leather at his face. A horrible way to end his reign as king of this ring.

“Fuck you! Fuck YOU!” she shouted right into his **** face, hammering him with left and right hooks. “Sleep, bitch! Fucking SLEEP!”

“Tanya… You can stop now…”

A couple of the moms standing at ringside passively tried to stop the brutal beating. Most of the women present were friends of Tanya’s from school events, and were hesitant to actually step in physically. Besides - Tanya had just KO’d a young, strong bull of a man. And she still looked angry. Nobody wanted to mess with her while she was avenging her cub.

“Tanya, lay off the kid… You got him…”

“Yeah Tanya, he’s knocked out already…”

At their words, Tanya stopped for a moment, sitting up on the boy’s hips to catch her breath and check out her handiwork.

“He IS!?! He IS! Ha!” she laughed. Only now did the vengeful milf, blinded by rage and passion, notice that they were right - he was fucking knocked out! “How does it feel!?! How does it fucking FEEL!?!” Tanya roared into the arrogant champion’s stoic features.

“I don’t think he’s feeling anything anymore…” another mom commented from ringside, a little distressed by the whole scene.

He was fucking knocked out. He got laid out, starched. He hadn’t even put up a fucking fight. All that talk of his reputation… Ha! Pleased with her work, but not done yet, Tanya resumed her heavy blows.

“That’s right! That’s RIGHT! TAKE IT! JUST TAKE IT!” Tanya laughed.

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! The relentless rain of mom punches made Billy’s body jump with each powerful strike.

Having seen enough, and knowing that Billy was well and truly defeated, one of the braver moms hopped into the ring to try stop Tanya. The mom, a woman named Rae, held one of Tanya’s arms back by the wrist before she could throw another shot of heavy leather into the beaten boy.

“You knocked him out already, he’s asleep, stop punching his chin!” Rae exclaimed.

Tanya didn’t fight to get her arm free, accepting that she’d done enough. But first, she pointed at Billy’s face with her free glove, and turned to the others in the room, breathing hard.

“So you all agree that I won? And he lost? You all saw me knock this brat out?”

“I mean, he’s sleeping right there…” Rae admitted after a brief pause, and the rest of the moms all mumbled their agreement.

Tanya pulled her arm free, and Rae released it without a fight. Standing behind Tanya, staring down in pity at the knocked out fool on the floor of the ring. Slept by a dirty milf. God… He sucked at boxing.

Sitting on a limp Billy’s hips, the adrenaline starting to leave her body, Tanya’s breathing was becoming more labored with the effort of what she had just done. She wasn’t used to such physical exertions. Still, even tired from delivering the beatdown, with shimmering beads of sweat adorning her cleavage like jewellery, Tanya made sure to assert one final truth.

“He’s a loser. You all saw it. Billy is a fucking LOSER!”

There was a long silence. Nobody had expected the school’s boxing seminar to go like this.

They all regarded their instructor, staring at his body. Crumpled and beaten. He hadn’t been lying earlier. He really had been about to get knocked out.

The silence made time move at a snail’s pace, as everyone processed what they had just seen. One of the moms in the crowd was the first to speak up, timidly asking a simple question:

“Should we try to wake him up…?”

“NO! Don’t you DARE!” Tanya rejected the idea. “I want him to have a good, long knockout. That ought to put him in his place.”

“But… He still has to teach us…”

There was another long silence as the moms stared awkwardly at their instructor. All silently wondering if he actually had anything to teach. And all sneaking peeks at his attractive, defined body.

The **** man had such strong pecs, defined abs - and large, toned biceps. He had a handsome face. From the brief introduction he had given, he seemed personable and charismatic. He really was the full package. A hunk of a man. The only downside was that he was currently on his back in the boxing ring, spread-eagled and DEEP asleep. Drooling all over himself. Not very manly of him. He couldn’t even hear them anymore… What a shame. What a waste.

Then again, to some present in the crowd, that was actually an upside. They’d liked him as the buff confident boxing champion, but some of the moms liked him even better like this…

The horny milfs had their deviant thoughts interrupted by a sudden sound. To the surprise of everyone, a weak, feeble groan escaped from Billy’s lips, breaking the silence.

“Uuhhhhhh…”

It was embarrassing and drawn-out, quivering with weakness. So everyone instantly knew where it must be coming from.

All of the moms’ ears perked up at the sound, and Tanya’s head snapped around quickly. She lifted a gloved fist again, holding it up behind her shoulder, and waited.

For a moment they all thought he was coming to, but he didn’t stir. False alarm. He was still thoroughly knocked out. Smug satisfaction washed across her face.

In all likelihood, Tanya would get her wish. The way she had been hitting him, he was in for a long, LONG nap. Her dirty milf tactics had been too much for him. That feeble moan was all the fight he had put up against her.

“You really… You really got him.” a voice from the crowd said, simply.

Tanya scoffed. “Some fucking champion.”

He was undone. All that hype, and for what? A milf with a pair of heavy gloves to topple him with ease? Psccht. He truly fell short of the legend.

There was another extended pause, as Tanya’s breasts rose and fell with breath. She still hadn’t dismounted Billy’s hips. Just sitting atop them, gloved arms hanging by her sides, staring him down while she caught her breath. Her skimpy clothing matching his similarly undressed state. A defeated boxer, in just his boxing shorts and gloves. Trying to look like some kind of warrior.

Tanya could have sat there drinking the moment in forever. But once again, a voice from the crowd of moms broke through the silence. This time, with an earnest question.

“Sooo… Now what?”