An honest mistake

It was just after Billy had taught the bubbly bimbo a basic boxing stance, and the first lessons of how to throw a punch. Now he held up some boxing pads on the end of his hands, to give Bianca some targets to practice her punches with.

“Let’s try hitting something other than air, now.”

Billy held out his left pad, on Bianca’s right side. The gathered moms all watched closely and copied. They had been paired up in partners, with one mom holding the boxing pads and the other wearing her gloves.

“Throw a left,” he instructed her, waving his outheld pad.

Bianca quickly threw a right, on the same side as Billy’s boxing pad, and smacked him in the face.

“GUHH!”

A loud smacking sound echoed through the room, sending Billy one step to the side as he reeled with the punch. Silence fell over the gym as the moms gasped, and watched as he composed himself. Bianca squeaked, surprised that she’d been able to hit him across the face like that.

“Oh! I’m sorry! Why weren’t you ready for that?” Bianca asked.

“I said a left…” Billy responded with one hand on his head, a bit wobbled by the surprise blow.

“Ohhhh!” Bianca giggled. “My bad.”

“Let’s try again…” Billy said, once he had composed himself. He held out his right hand again. “Throw a left.”

Bianca stepped forward and slammed her left fist into his face. Billy stumbled back two steps and nearly lost his footing as darkness washed over his vision for just a moment. Thankfully he was able to blink it away.

This milf was hitting him in exactly the same spot as Anna’s uppercut, that had taken him out just a couple of days prior… And apparently he hadn’t quite recovered from it.

“Oh, Billy! Am I throwing these too fast?” Bianca gasped. Anger boiled up inside him.

“What are you doing!?” Billy fumed, stomping towards her once he’d found his balance again. Was this milf trying to pull something over on him?

“I thought you were going to block with the pad! Are you alright?”

Billy sighed, exasperated. His anger left him. Shaking his head, and bringing one hand up to his forehead, he spoke.

“You’re supposed to AIM at the pad, Bianca…”

There was a pause.

“Ohhhhh!” Bianca laughed. “Okay, I get it now! Sorry about that…”

From there, Billy carried on running the boxing drill with Bianca, taking extra care to be VERY precise in his instructions. Thankfully, no further incidents came up after that - Bianca might not have been a powerful puncher, but after all that Billy’s poor brain had been through, those surprise punches had brought him closer to sleep than he’d like to admit. He wasn’t sure he wanted her making too many more of those mistakes. And he was NOT going to let himself get knocked the fuck out in front of an audience.

Eventually, after some more demonstrations and drills, the first section of the seminar came to an end. Billy was a good teacher, and packed a lot of content into the short period of time. Most of the moms were sweaty and puffing, not being used to such workouts, and so Billy announced that there would be a 15 minute break before the seminar continued. A light cheer rose up from the crowd, along with some laughs.

The school was doing some other “events” this weekend, besides just this boxing seminar, and so most of the moms left to explore the campus during their break. A few went to grab something from the fundraiser bake sale, a few went to look at the student art display, and so on.

Billy didn’t really need the break himself, and instead wanted to use the time to review his plan for the rest of the seminar. As all the moms left, chattering happily, he hopped into the boxing ring. He flipped the cap of his sports bottle and drank from it as he paced to one corner of the ring where his notes lay. A little bit of water spilled onto his strong chest, running down his neck and between the defined muscles of his torso. The cold liquid was refreshing, and he didn’t even mind it dribbling over his chin.

Apart from that close call with Bianca, he was pretty happy with how this seminar was going. The moms all seemed to be greatly enjoying themselves, and he was confident that the boxing club would get a few new members after this. Plus, they all seemed to like what they saw when it came to their instructor. A strong, shirtless, handsome boxing champion was just the eye candy they needed to keep their focus. That was one benefit of him doing this, instead of Coach Lucy.

Bianca stayed back as the other moms left the gym. The big-boobed woman chewed on her thumb for a moment, staring at Billy, before deciding to walk over. The student champion turned towards her, at the sound of her footsteps.

“I’m having a lot of fun!” Bianca said, cheerily. Billy nodded in thanks, smiling at her. “Thanks for picking me for the demonstrations!”

The blonde milf was wearing some slightly-too-tight blue jeans, which clung to and highlighted her round ass. Above that, she wore a loose low-cut black tank top, which seemed to constantly threaten to reveal one or both of her large, heavy breasts. Her rounded shoulders and deceptively toned, albeit thin arms swung happily as he walked. The same could be said for the swinging of her largely-visible tits, with boulders worth of bare flesh visible thanks to the low cut of her loose top. Those things really were big… You could get lost in there.

Billy took in all of her milfy body for a moment, then met her eyes, silently asking why she’d stayed behind.

“…Sorry about those punches earlier when I was meant to his the pads,” Bianca pouted sheepishly, like the warm, dim bimbo she was. “I hope I didn’t hurt you?”

Billy laughed. So that’s what this was.

“No, they didn’t hurt,” he reassured her. “I’m the champion for a reason. I barely felt them!”

A lie. Those surprise punches had nearly made his legs give out. All the same, Bianca’s eyes went wide at his answer, and a smile came to her face.

“Really? Even though I was punching you as hard as I could?”

Billy twitched. She was? God, that whole thing could have gone way worse if she’d known what she was doing. Didn’t Bianca have any sense at all?

Not wanting to give up how woozy she’d made him, especially now that he had completely recovered, Billy just smiled and shook his head.

“Sorry, it’ll take more than you’ve got to land a knockout on me,” he said, rapping his glove twice against his chin for emphasis.

Bianca smiled with relief.

“Good! I was so worried. Boxing seems fun!” she beamed. Then, after a pause, she quirked her head. “So what actually is a knockout, how does it work?”

Billy looked the school mom up and down for a moment, half considering the question, half just wanting to get another look at her body. Those blue jeans really were tight, and he was sure her breasts could escape that black tank without even needing to stretch the fabric…

“One way of winning a boxing match is to knock out your opponent,” he explained briefly. “I guess the short explanation is just that you punch someone… And they go to sleep. You’re basically shutting their brain off, temporarily. If someone’s still awake but can’t continue, we call that a technical knockout… But if they’re actually on the floor sleeping, then that means they’ve been knocked out cold.”

“Ooh, that sounds exhilarating…” Bianca said, breathily, a blush coming to her face as she ran a glove up her body.

“It is,” Billy grinned. “There’s no feeling quite like overwhelming an opponent like that.”

“I bet…” Bianca blushed. She was sneaking her own glances at Billy’s rugged, fit body. Billy didn’t mind one bit. “But I’m not good enough to knock you out yet, right?”

Billy shook his head.

“Sorry. I’m the champion for a reason. If you ask some of the people in this club, they’d say that my battle-hardened chin is just unbreakable.”

Bianca cooed. “Amazing…”

Obviously, given his recent private family defeats, he wasn’t being exactly honest… But Billy missed this. The awe on Bianca’s face. The respect for his skills. It’s how his mother and sister used to see him when it came to boxing. So what if he embellished the details of his “invincibility” a little? Who could it hurt?

“Can we try it?” Bianca said suddenly. Her eyes were squarely on Billy’s strong chest, his solid pecs and perfect abs, as another droplet of water rolled over his collarbone and down his strong young body.

Billy shook his head. “What do you-?”

BAM!

“UNGH!”

Billy reeled from the sudden punch, as Bianca slammed him in the chin again without any warning. She really stepped into the punch this time too, putting all of the heavy weight of her swinging breasts behind it, sending Billy reeling - conscious, but disoriented.

“Play along!” Bianca laughed. “Pretend like it hurts!”

“Fuck! You hit me!” Billy gasped, bringing a hand up to his dizzy head. For some reason, he didn’t expect her next punches to come. Like he expected some kind of time-out.

Bianca giggled. “Great! Now pretend I’m knocking you out.”

Bianca launched several more at his head. Even staggered like this, he managed to dodge a few of the early ones with just his reflexes - but the more she landed, the less his reflexes seemed to work for him. The blonde bimbo was throwing all deadly knockout shots to the head, with no time wasted on body punches as she walked him back across the ring.

A laugh came from the milf amidst her onslaught. “You’re right! Overwhelming an opponent is fun… Keep playing along!”

“S-Stop… Stop!” Billy held up his gloves, desperately trying to defend his head. She was backing him up, and soon he’d be out of room to escape to.

“Give up, champ! You’re beaten! My punches are as good as gold!” Bianca giggled, stopping her onslaught for a moment as she got into character herself.

Billy staggered another step back, reaching the end of the ring, and collapsed back against the ropes.

“Oh! Oh dear.” Bianca smirked.

Billy rested back there, panting heavily, his chest rising and falling deeply with each breath. So many unanswered punches had worn him down… He had to tell her to stop. This wasn’t a game. He didn’t have the strength to stand unsupported anymore, let alone to lift his arms and fight back, or even defend himself. But as soon as he opened his mouth to tell her he yielded… BAM!

His head was rocked to one side, and darkness came over his vision. There it was again… That same sweet spot on his chin where Anna had put him to sleep. The sounds of the gym became muffled as his brain fogged over ever-so-slightly more…

“M-My fucking chin…” he gasped, breathing heavily as he slumped forward. Now he was dangling from the ropes by his arms, his legs too jellied to hold him up at all anymore as his brain failed to hold it together.

“Don’t cuss!” Bianca insisted, giving him another tap on the face to punctuate her command.

“GUH! F-fffuuhhck…” Billy groaned, his mind slowed and staggered by this milf’s punches. He was taking too much damage… Then, in a higher, meeker voice, as his eyes settled onto the large, nearly-exposed breasts of his conqueress, a single thought flickered into his mind:

“M-Mommy? Mommy…”

His brain was already failing, and staring at her behemoth tits only hastened his deterioration. It was like his mind was being drained steadily by the mere sight of those big tits… Were they bigger than Heather’s? It certainly seemed so…

“Hah! Mommy?” Bianca laughed, doubling over as her whole body wagged with glee. Then, after a moment, she finished her laughter and stood up straight, shaking her head, and clicked her tongue. “Oh dear… You’re really out of it, aren’t you? …Did I do that…~?”

Billy just groaned.

He was doing such a good job of playing along for her… It was the least she could do to stay in character as some kind of female boxing powerhouse.

Bending over slightly, a beaming Bianca reached forward with both arms and gave Billy’s face a few push-punches. Just gentle little pushes to one side, and then to the other, using the knuckles of her gloves. Even still, the slow, steady movement was having an effect on him. Her breasts dangled from her body in front of his swaying head, the loose low cut of her black tank top meaning that he could basically see everything from this angle. It was almost like a hypnotist’s swinging watch, except instead, the object of focus was stationary, and it was his own head that was swinging.

Bianca giggled, enjoying herself immensely. She could definitely see the appeal of boxing. And this young athlete sure was a good sport.

His head continued gently bouncing side-to-side as her fists pushed it every-which-way, coaxing him to sleep with the soft rocking combined with her booby display. Oddly, he felt safe dangling like this, having his head bob from side-to-side in front of those big tits. Safe, despite the woozy state he was in, with a gloved-up and dangerous milf right in front of him.

She laughed.

“Battle-hardened chin? Looks like it’s battle-worn to me. Aaalllll worn down to nothing. A sleepy, ****, exposed little chin, ripe for the taking…” Bianca said, recalling that boxers are famous for their trash talk. If she was going to take down this champion, she was going to do it right.

She pulled her gloves back and let his head settle, hanging straight down the middle of his chest. Silently, with a smile, she pulled one hand back and hit him with a simple straight punch to the forehead.

It was the punch that sent him to the abyss. Even with just the meager **** she put behind it, he was pushed back, bounced off the ropes, and was slingshot down onto the ground in a kneeling position. Brought to his knees before her thick thighs, fighting against those tight blue jeans.

Bianca was giggling with joy, shimmying her heavy tits right in front of him. The gleeful milf really was hypnotising him now. Whatever was left in there sure wasn’t talking anymore, and it was steadily draining to nothing without Bianca even needing to try.

She was loving this. This handsome 19 year old boy was down on his knees.

Somehow, the powerful warrior within him found the will to not let it end like this. Not yet. With a loud, drawn-out groan, Billy groggily began to rise from his knees. Slowly.

Bianca was impressed by the resilience of his “character”… But she still knew how this fight would end.

“It’ll… Take more than… M-more than…” he murmured, slurring his words as his body ran totally on auto-pilot. He wasn’t even aware of what he was doing. There was no conscious thought behind any of it anymore.

Bianca took a step back, watching him closely as he staggered up to his feet.

“More than you’ve got… To land a knockout… On m-“

Bianca stepped forward, and hit his chin with the most heavenly uppercut you could dream of. The punch shut him up in an instant, powering down those last embers of his brain as the glove connected directly with his chin’s new weak spot.

More than that, the punch almost sent him flying - his body jumped back, legs spasming before his body went limp, and he was actually knocked cleanly out of the ring. His body flopped over the ropes to land flat on his back, outside the ring, ****.

Bianca gazed down at the skilled champion, sleeping there. K.O.’d by a school mom. His body was in an awkward, embarrassing pose, and he was totally motionless. As if smited by a goddess. The champ had no hope of coming back from that.

“Hah! I just knocked you out of the ring!” She laughed in surprise. “Ooohhh, yeah, you’re done for.”

Bianca smiled.

“Ohhhhh, that felt good~~”

What a rush! She put a glove to her chest, feeling her beating heart for a moment, trying to slow her excitement. Then, she moved it from her chest to point the glove at the fallen boxer.

“I sent you on a one-way trip to snoresville!” she giggled. “That was fun! What a rush! I understand what a great feeling it must be now.”

The busty bimbo hopped out of the ring and approached his limp body, excitedly gushing about what fun she’d just had, not realizing that there was nobody there to listen.

“Was that realistic? I mean, how stupid the punches made you?” Bianca asked. “It was sweet that you called me mommy, but that kind of failure doesn’t really happen before a knockout, does it dear?”

She stood next to his body now, smiling down at the limp young boy. A few seconds passed with no answer from him. Bianca furrowed her brow.

“…Billy?” she asked, with concern.

Another moment passed. Hesitantly, Bianca knelt down to inspect him. Before she could put a hand to his head, however, his body began twitching and shaking on the floor. The damage done by the overpowered milf was still sending waves through his body, even as he tried to sleep it off.

Bianca jumped back at the sudden movement. Relief washed over her face.

“Oh good, you’re still awake! I thought for sure I’d knocked you out cold,” she giggled, remembering his words from earlier.

There was only silence in response.

“…Billy?”