Heather’s wonderful home

Billy was all messed up and groggy as he came to, slumped back on the shower floor. Wet, naked, and fucked up. His big, thick cock was rock solid between his legs.

On staggering feet and wobbly legs, Billy got up and slowly - VERY slowly - dried his weakened body off with a towel. His hands were shaking as he slowly dragged the towel over his mighty chest, then slid it down over his abs. He almost fell over as he wiped down his strong thighs. He was moving like a drone. A stupid, sluggish drone. The whole time, his thick cock stood proudly at attention.

Once he was dry enough, Billy retreated to his bedroom, not even bothering to get changed into any clothes, and collapsed onto his bed. His nude, athletic body was quickly sleeping soundly on his pillows, lying exposed and open on top of his bedsheets.

Mercifully, Anna didn’t visit him to continue her fun that night. Of the next night. In fact, his little sister left him alone for some time after that. It seemed that whatever she had seen of her big brother in that shower, it had been enough that the memory alone could satisfy her for several days. Or maybe it was seeing him dropped by their mother. Or hell, after so many months breaking him down even single night, maybe she just got bored or seeing him wilt for her.

No. Whatever the reason, it wasn’t that. Anna would never get bored of wearing down her mighty older brother. Maybe she was planning something? Still, whatever the reason, she wasn’t coming around each night to make him worse anymore. Billy hadn’t known about her nightly routine - hadn’t ever stayed awake long enough to form memories of it - so all he knew was that he seemed to finally be recovering somewhat, for whatever reason.

Even with Anna taking some time off from working his chin, Billy’s recovery had been slow and gradual. Waning. He was still a bit out of it. Slowly coming back, but with a long road left to walk down. Only time could bring the great boxer back to his former glory.

His mother loved how fucked up he was. Heather’s heart beat with excitement beneath her stacked chest each time she saw Billy stagger into the kitchen like a zombie, and pour himself a bowl of cereal with ungraceful motions, almost knocking the bowl off the counter several times.

Fuck yes. Fucking YES. He was still a mess. He was STILL feeling that punch.

As far as Heather knew, it was her who had done it to him. Her wins that had defeated him so completely. Sure, Anna had snuck one knockout of her own in there too - but Heather had defeated him SO many times, this could only be her work. Anna only knew about one of Heather’s victories, but by now, they were numerous.

Her son was powerful. Her son was undefeatable. And one lesson was all it took her to knock him out - the first time anyone had ever been able to do so. Heather had made him SLUMP. And then she’d done it again in the rematch. And again after that. And again after that.

Heather loved it. She was glowing. Her smile was brighter than it had ever been, and it had always been a bright, warm thing. She exuded confidence and power, in a way that she had sometimes lost in the doubts that were so common for an older woman.

She just had so much pride in her wins. She knew how good Billy was - and she was better. She felt young. Hot. Dominant. She stalked the house with elegance, chin held high, the undeniable matriarch of the house.

Her son was an incredible fighter. And Heather had knocked him the fuck out. It thrilled her to no end.

There was a special, sexual thrill about the whole thing. But something about doing it in front of Anna - something about putting Billy to sleep, in front of his own little sister - had been an extra-special hot button. Heather knew how the two siblings had always been at each other’s throats, and she just knew Anna must have loved seeing him lose to mom. Seeing her smug, arrogant older brother be put to sleep by the woman that raised him.

After all his talk, all his training, all his years of wins… Her big brother got put to sleep by a jab from their mom. Fuck. That was hot.

One day, amidst this new household regime, Heather got a call from Lucy - Billy’s boxing coach. She answered, and held the phone up to her ear.

“Hello!” she greeted brightly.

“Hey,” Lucy said from the other side of the phone. “I wanted to talk to you about Billy.”

Heather giggled, watching Billy eat his breakfast at the table just a few feet away. She had been staring at him with amusement for almost a full minute when her phone rang. It seemed the boy was finally getting a bit of his old mind back - a bit of his old control - since any observer would think he looked completely normal in that moment.

Heather had just been waiting for him to finish up eating and move to put the bowl in the sink, to see whether or not he would stumble on the way. It would be so fucking hot if he stumbled.

“Of course!” Heather smiled, not taking her eyes off her son as he stared down at his bowl. “What did you want to know?”

“I wanted to know when he’s coming back,” Coach Lucy said, a bit of annoyance in her tone. “It’s been months. I don’t know if he’s in trouble for something or what, but he’s an adult Heather. You can’t punish him by holding him back from his future like this.”

Heather frowned. “Holding him back?” she asked, offended. At the table, Billy’s ears perked up. Was she talking about him?

“You’re not letting him come to the club,” Coach Lucy said. “I know that. He hasn’t been in the gym for months. What’s going on?”

Heather pursed her lips. Coach Lucy had always been good to her - always been on Billy’s side - and she didn’t like that now Lucy was acting as though being on Billy’s side meant going against his mother. Heather had been disallowing Billy from boxing for a while… But that was in his best interests. After all, his matches with her had left him so weak that even Anna had stolen a win against him. He needed to be protected from what the other boxers might do to him.

“I thought some time away would do him good, that’s all,” Heather said. “He isn’t in trouble. In fact, if he wants to return, he can do so at any time.”

Lucy breathed with relief on the other side. She had been hoping to hear something like that.

“Good,” Coach Lucy said. “Sorry, Heather, you’ve always been reasonable. Just- I don’t know what’s going on, but if you’re worried about the sport getting more dangerous as Billy gets older, or something… Maybe the two of you could come together. You know. He could give you a tour of the club, show you how we do things. It might ease your worries.”

Ah. That was interesting. That was very, very interesting.

“I’ll be there,” Heather said with a smile, eyes still locked on Billy. Her son was now looking up at her, questioningly, and more than a little nervous.

The call ended, and Heather put her phone away in her pocket again.

“That was Coach Lucy,” she purred, already feeling excitement at what would come next. “She wants you back at the club.”

Billy’s mouth was dry. Was it nerves? Hope? Fear?

“A-And what did you say…?”

Heather smiled at him, allowing a moment of silence to hold him in suspense.

“I said that sounds great. But we both think you should give me a tour of the boxing club on that first day you return,” Heather said. “Show me how you do things around there.”

Billy shuddered. His thick cock beat in his pants. But this was an opportunity to maybe regain some control of his life again. To maybe get back to the man he used to be. And it sounded like it wasn’t really his choice to accept or decline anyway.

“I’ll, uh…” he trailed off for a moment. “I’ll take you at the end of the week, then.”

Heather nodded, humming pleasantly. Billy stood from the table, lifting his bowl and carrying it over to the sink, before heading up the stairs to his room. Heather watched him the whole way, waiting for something to happen. A stumble, a muscle spasm, a stagger or a dip of the knees. None of those happened. Her son moved like a completely normal, functional human being, as he disappeared up to the second floor of the house.

“Huh,” Heather said, with an impressed raise of her eyebrows. Not bad, she thought.

It was wonderful what a few days without a devious little sister working on you could do for one’s health. But even Billy knew that he wasn’t fully healed. Thinking and moving almost like normal was one thing - being able to take a punch again was a completely different challenge.

He had a couple of days left before he would take Heather to see the gym. He just hoped he was recovered enough to handle whatever happened when he did.