The moms

“I’ll run the one on Sunday,” Billy said with a smile. “Maybe I can show the mothers what a high-level boxer looks like.”

“Great!” Lucy replied. “Thanks again, Billy.”

With that, she left. And Billy began to prepare for his new Sunday plans.

Billy’s school was a good one. An expensive one. That meant an excellent sports program, but it also meant a lot of healthy, beautiful, and busty mothers. The kind that loved interacting with a young, athletic student. Sure, there might be the uppity “too good for you”-attitude mother or two there as well, but for the most part, they were going to love him. It would be a day of praise and adoration, from a group of beautiful mature women. Or so he thought.

When the day finally came, he arrived at the school boxing gym in all of his gear, ready to run the seminar and show the moms what boxing was all about.

He looked across the sea of faces. Lucy hadn’t been kidding. They really were all moms. Each holding their own pair of boxing gloves from the school storage, looking up at the school champion with any combination of interest, excitement, boredom, and irritation. The first step was teaching them all how to put the gloves on, which took longer than Billy expected. Most of them really had no idea what they were doing.

But it was during the next step of the demonstration that one of the moms made herself better known to Billy. And that’s when everything started to get out of hand.

“So, how about one of you comes up here, and I can teach you the basics?”