A close inspection

Heather made up her mind. She knew what she wanted. She knelt beside her sleepy son and gently shook him awake, putting on her best pouty caring face.

“Rise and shine, sweetheart… Mommy didn’t mean to punch your lights out.”

Billy eventually woke up, groggy and on his back. His vision was blurry. What had happened again? He was masturbating to his mom, then decided to get the gloves back, and now…

His eyes started to focus, and he saw his nude goddess of a mother looking down on him. Kneeling beside him, big tits proudly on display, sexy body completely bare and open for him to see. He gasped. She was gorgeous. He took in her beautiful face, her perfect lips, her perfect body… And the boxing gloves on her hands.

Shit… She’d knocked him out again?

No… He was a high school boxing champion… This couldn’t be happening, she was his mother for God’s sake! She couldn’t keep- punching him out like this!

“Billy, be honest with mommy. Are you getting knocked out at school?”

Her concerned voice shook him from his despair. The same voice that sung him lullabies and hushed him to bed when he was little. Caring, and compassionate, and safe. His mom’s voice. Billy shook his head to her question, laying on his back on her bedroom floor.

“Are you sure? Because I just made you crumble with one jab, honey. You haven’t developed a glass jaw, have you Billy?”

The fact that Heather was mocking him with her word choice wasn’t lost on Billy. His mom knocked out her eldest son again, and she wanted him to know it. That fact brought some energy back into the champion boxer again.

“Mom, I’m fine!” He shouted. “You just keep knocking me out because…” Billy’s voice trailed off. Heather’s ears perked up and she quirked her head curiously.

“Because what, honey?” she cooed in her smooth, relaxing, inviting voice.

Shit. Billy knew he was in trouble. He could feel the danger radiating off of her body. Her taunting was cruel, but now Billy felt like she was looking for any reason to punch his lights out again. Like the entire conversation was a front for her to put him out again. He couldn’t make her mad, not now. And he certainly couldn’t tell her about the loaded gloves.

“Because you’re stronger than me. And a better boxer. Nobody else can do it. Please, can I just go back to my room?”

He felt like such a little bitch, cowering submissively to his naked mom like this. Falling back on that same lie he’d told Anna, that she was simply a better boxer than he was, didn’t feel all that good either. Of course, he’d never had any rivalry with Heather like he’d always had with his little sister, which made it a bit easier to swallow. Heather had always just been his mom. He wasn’t finally losing a long-waged sibling war with the fake admission this time around, he wasn’t admitting to being the weaker child, he was just “admitting” his mom’s superiority as a boxer. Acknowledging her natural talents. Feeding into her ego so she would let him run away. But god, it made him feel like such a loser. First she knocks him out, now she holds him hostage and forces him to admit her talent.

“I don’t know…” Heather hummed, happy at the praise her boxing skills were getting from such an esteemed champion. “That last lights-out was pretty shocking. And I won’t have my son continue at the boxing club if he’s lost his toughness. For all I know you’ve had your jaw compromised, Billy, and if that’s the case, then I’m afraid you’ll have to quit boxing until you get better.”

Billy’s eyes grew wide. This wasn’t good. She was going to tell his club he couldn’t fight anymore?

“Mom, really… It really is just you that knocks me out, I swear.” He said.

Billy was sweating with nervousness now. Was she going to stop him from going to the club? This naked milf was about to strip him of his championship for real. Boobs out, gloves on, and pure power over his life. If only she hadn’t knocked him out so many times, if only she hadn’t made his head rattle and his brain fail, he might have been able to stand up for himself some more. His mom was a real powerhouse, and Billy had to treat the situation like a ticking time bomb if he was going to make it out alive.

“You’ve just got a mother’s touch. Or maybe it’s because you raised me and you know all my weak spots. I swear, mom, nobody else knocks me out. Honest.” Billy pleaded. “You just defeat me in a way no one else can.”

“I don’t know…” Heather mused. “Anna put you out too. Your own little sister, and she knocked you on your ass. Knocked you out. I’m not sure I can take your word on this, Billy.”

Heather flashed him a cheerful smile, sticking out her nude chest just a bit more.

“Mind if I test your chin?”

Panic flooded Billy’s system. There it was. Her golden ticket to knock him out again. He rushed to speak, to try to convince her not to do this.

“N-No mom! Don’t! My chin is fine, I’m just a bit tired right now, and you… you’re really good, so… please just let me go…”

Billy didn’t care about trying to get the gloves anymore. While she was wearing them, he had no chance anyway. He just wanted to get out. To stay awake. To have his dear mother do anything else but-

“Oh baby… You’ll have to do better than that.” Heather smiled. “Boop.”

SMACK!

Billy was cracked on the chin even as he lay on the floor with a wicked power jab KO. His naked mom was just too much for him. Her shot knocked him out with ease, shutting him up with an immediate lights out.

“Oho! Hah, I think you’re getting worse, dear.” Heather laughed at his dopey, stupid face.

“Duhhh…hhhhh…” Billy barely managed to moan.

“Ooh… I’m sorry honey…” Heather pouted, lifting her big strong son slightly to set his head in her lap. “There there, mommy’s got you, I’m sorry… hold on, are you knocked out? Oh, Billy…”

Heather sighed, her large breasts moving with the breath, stroking Billy’s hair with a hand as his head rested on her bare thighs.

“Out like a light…” she pouted. “Were you telling the truth? Is it really just me that does this to you? Maybe I do just have a mother’s touch…”

She stared into his vacant eyes. No conscious thought behind them. A big strong boxer, brash and arrogant, quieted. Silenced. Tucked into bed by his mom.

Without really thinking, her hand drifted downwards, away from his tousled hair and towards his crotch. Where it found his cock. She was too busy drinking in his defeat, and his words before she hit the snooze on him, to notice as she idly, lazily stroked it up and down through the pajama material.

“Billy, Billy, Billy…” she sighed, tracing his stiff dick with a finger. Her bare breasts rose and fell steadily with her confident breaths. “Sleeping again… what’s it going to take, hm? What would get you to quit? Maybe I do need to have a word with some people at your club…”

She was honestly considering it. Though, not because she worried for him. Rather, because she wanted him all for herself. On the other side of the argument, it wasn’t that boxing was her beloved son’s passion, it was that doing this to him would be more fun while he was a supposed boxing champ. Undefeated. Never having hit the canvas. But mommy makes him drift off with a punch or too. She knocks him out.

She thought it over, her eyes drinking in the sight of her arrogant son sound asleep again.

A few weeks ago, she never would’ve dreamed of this. Strong Billy, the athlete, consistently losing boxing matches to his own mom. Going out from her punches. She had been so eager to be involved in his favorite sport when he proposed the training session and sparring match. To learn the basics so she would better understand when she next saw him fight. She’d never imagined she would knock him out. But knock him out she did. And then she did it again. And again. And again.

He really couldn’t win. She slept him every time. Suddenly, her big strong son she had been so proud of had become her playtoy. She couldn’t help but imagine if people knew. If everyone Billy outboxed at the club knew there was a mommy at home who knocked him out on the reg. If the whole family knew that Billy wasn’t the best boxer in this house. If Billy went on to have an amazing undefeated career, but the papers caught wind of the fact that his mother casually put him out any time he got too rowdy at home. That she kept him in his place with jabs and haymakers. That her lovely lullaby fists were more than he could take.

She was finding it hard to decide what she should do now. Now that he was all hers. Should she make him stop going to the club, keep him all for herself? Should she let him carry on? And if so, would her power over him be better kept as a secret, or announced? Or maybe, she should get some other people in to test his chin before she made her mind up either way… In which case, for secrecy’s sake, it would probably be best to keep his opponents within the family for now. She could think of a few people who might be interested already.

Or maybe she should just let things go on as they are?