His mother punishes him

Billy knew he wouldn't be getting out of this without fighting one of the women. He knew Anna was out for blood, and the truth was if he was going to be put to sleep again by one of them, he wanted it to be by the same goddess who had first started this madness.

"You're right Mom," Billy said submissively, "if anyone is going to do it, it should be you."

"Good boy," Heather smiled at the submission in her son's voice.

"This is no fair! He only picked you because he knows he will go easy on him!" Anna grumbled, still glaring daggers at her brother.

"Come now Anna, have a little more faith than that. I promise that your brother will not be forgetting this punishment ever. Let's go Billy..."

Heather turned on her heel and strutted out of the bathroom. Billy followed the divine motherly hips as they swayed to and fro. It was like a carrot on a stick. The young champion knew he was being led into a trap, but as he watched those yoga pants that were being strained to their limit swing back and forth in front of him, Billy just couldn't bring himself to care. Once they returned to the living room, Heather pointed at the couch, and her son immediately sat down as commanded.

"Well Matthew, it was very kind of you to agree to our little experiment. And seeing the two of you together after having feelings for each other for so long makes me very happy," the woman told her guest in her sweetest voice. "That said, I believe you owe my daughter a very long overdue date. Why don't you take her out now?"

"You're not even going to let me watch?!" Anna responded indignantly before Matt could answer. She gave her brother a look of pure venom. "I want to make sure this jerk gets what's coming to him!"

"Now Anna, I wouldn't be a very good mother if I encouraged you to watch your brother's punishment would I?" The mother replied in an authoritative tone. Despite that, she gave her daughter a reassuring smile before walking over to her purse and pulling out her credit card. "Billy will get what he deserves, but you deserve something as well. This will be my treat. What do you say?"

Anna looked torn. It was a very tempting offer, but she really wanted to see her brother pay for interfering in her love life. When she didn't say anything for several seconds, Matt decided to give her one additional offer.

"It's your decision Anna. I have to admit, I'd much rather take you out after all this time than watch Billy get a lecture. But I'm also still a little dizzy from that last punch of yours. If we are going out, you're going to have to drive..."

When Matthew pulled the keys to his convertible out, Anna was sold. Their mom had done well for a single parent, but paying for three vehicles was a little much. Anna had rarely had the chance to use her license, and the thought of driving Matt's gorgeous car finally cemented in her own mind everything that had happened in the last 24 hours.

Anna had proven herself a boxing prodigy, knocked her arrogant brother's lights out, discovered a dominant and sexual side to herself that she didn't know existed, her long time crush was now her boyfriend, and now she was going to get to drive his car all over town on their first date with her mom footing the bill. She removed the boxing gloves and dropped them on the couch next to her brother before she snatched the keys from her new boyfriend's hand and gave him a kiss on the cheek and repeating the action with her mother and her credit card. In seconds she was dashing up the stairs to her room to get changed. She rushed back down minutes later, dressed far more conservatively than she would have liked based on her new confidence level.

"Hey Mom, do you mind if I pick up some new clothes while I'm out?" Anna pleaded hopefully.

Her mother smiled. "Of course dear. Enjoy yourself and take your time..."

The girl gave a squeal of excitement before grabbing Matt's hand and practically dragging him out the door. Heather waited until she heard the engine disappear into the distance before she turned back to her son with a wicked gleam in her eye. Billy could feel himself shrinking under her gaze. Heather enjoyed the feeling of watching him squirm, seeing him become more and more nervous as she silently looked down at him with a predatory smile. Then without saying a word, she turned around, facing her bountiful rear toward her son, and began to slowly peel her skintight pants off.

"M-m-mom...?" Billy stuttered, his mouth dry and his eyes nearly bursting from his skull, "W-wh-wh-WHAT...are you doing...?!?"

"Getting comfortable dear," Heather said casually, as if she wasn't currently stripping right in front of her son's eyes.

She bent over as she worked her yoga pants over her wide hips and so her juicy bottom was on full display. Billy was instantly hard when he saw his mother's impossibly perfect ass clad in just a tiny red thong. She wiggled her hips, twerking her thick cheeks for him as she worked the material further down her long, glorious legs. Billy almost fell forward out of his seat as inch after supple inch was revealed to him. When they finally reached her ankles, Heather casually stepped out of her pants and stood, turning and facing her son with an dazzling smile. Heather stalked her way towards her son, her moves slow and fluid. She looked every bit like a lioness moving in for the kill. When she reached the couch, Billy was on the edge of his seat, barely able to contain himself as he stared up at his goddess of a mother.

Heather reached down, and Billy nearly drooled when her breasts came within centimeters of his face. He inhaled her perfume and wanted nothing more than to bury his face in the massive valley of her chest, but before he could, his mother pulled away, holding her now infamous boxing gloves. Heather felt her heart speed up as she took back the gloves while her son's hot breath was on her bosom. She looked at them almost lovingly, letting her fingers run over the smooth leather. The woman slipped her beloved mitts onto her hands before looking down at her son with a grin that was far from motherly.

Heather placed her gloved hand under his chin and started to lift. Billy followed, his eyes locked on her's and not daring to look elsewhere. Heather stopped his assent at her bust line, making sure that her son would have to continue to stare up at his "superior".

"That was a very mean trick you played on your sister and your friend young man. I am very disappointed," the full bodied woman said with a mocking pout.

"Yes ma'am. I'm sorry..." Billy's voice was a whisper as he looked up into his mother's beautiful face, falling further under her spell with each passing second.

She gave him a tender smile that belied her true intentions. "You've been a very bad boy. Are you ready for your punishment..?"

"Yes Mommy..." her son answered on autopilot, his brain reduced to mush by her allure. Heather felt a rush of ecstasy at her mental domination of her son. With a motherly grin, she transferred her hand from his chin to the back of Billy's head and slowly buried his face between her ample breasts, never breaking his gaze until his face was swallowed by her tremendous cleavage. Once her son was securely snuggled in right where he had secretly wanted to be, Heather's left hand holding him in place, the mothers right fist pulled back in preparation before swinging forward.

Despite the ease of her blow, Billy felt like a sledgehammer had just slammed into his stomach. He sprayed saliva all over his mother's enormous tits, desperately breathing in to try and regain the oxygen he had just lost. All he managed to inhale was his mother's fleshy pillows. Her spell finally broken, Billy struggled frantically to free himself, though barely had any strength after her devastating punch.

"Really Billy, this is just sad," Heather giggled at her son's pathetic attempts to free himself from her chest. She pulled her fist back again before delivering another light punch.

Another wave of desperately needed oxygen was **** from Billy's lungs. The broken champion's legs could no longer support him. He fell, or would have if not for his mother's curvaceous body.

"I'm not even trying here sweetie. But then again, I guess your mother's just too much of a knock out in so many ways..." Heather moaned at the glow of her own power. She could feel her son squirm helplessly in her bosom, trying desperately to find some air that she simply would not allow him to have. "Poor poor Billy. No match for his momma..."

Another fist drove its way into Billy's gut, lighter than the others but still overwhelming to his destroyed abdominal muscles. He groaned and sobbed out what little air he had left. At this point he was simply hanging from his mother's sports bra, having no more resistance to give. His lungs felt like they were on fire! Like they could burst at any moment. But that thought only made him think more of his mother's gigantic boobs that held him trapped, which made his still swollen member twitch with need. His mother pushed her fist deeper into his belly, twisting it back and forth as she did, as if she were using a juicer. In a way she succeeded, because the further she drove her gloved hand, the more pre-ejaculate dripped from her son.

Heather finally relented, and removed her knuckles from what remained of his abdomen. She shook her buxom chest against his face, giggling at his limp body that dangled from her bra. The mother finally removed her son's face from its fleshy jail. Billy was too beaten to even gasp for air, only inhaling weakly to save himself from suffocation.

"Aww... Poor widdle Billy looks like he can't take any more of Mommy's punches," the mother smiled down at her son condescendingly. She stroked his cheek with her glove before first giving the leather a kiss, then another on her son's forehead. "Guess I should send you back to bed..."

Heather gave her fist one big windup that ended by clocking Billy in a massive uppercut. The boxing champion went straight up on his toes. He fell backwards, his lights out and his body as stiff as a board. As she watched her son's **** body fall down like something out of a cartoon, Heather's panties overflowed. She let out a scream of pleasure, her gloved hands running over her body where her underwear was barely covering her anymore. The woman dropped heavily to all fours, her titanic titties hovering over her son's snoozing face. She glared down at her boy with a look of pure sexual dominance.

"Looks like the big shot champion just can't stand up to his hot momma..." Heather panted as she tried to come down from her latest orgasm at her son's expense. She looked down at his bruised jaw and blank face and splooged herself again at knowing she had done this to him so effortlessly. "My poor boxing bitch Billy gets put the fuck down again. I'd say it's pathetic, but the truth is, I'm just too much for you little boy..."

Drunk on her own power, Heather sat on her son's face and shook her magnificent ass. Her panties were already soaked through and she was covering him in her juices as she twerked on top of him. If Billy had been conscious he would have been living his greatest fantasy right now. His face was her fuck toy, and she was using it for everything it was worth. Heather thrusted and grinded her hungry cunt against her son's sleeping face. She was oblivious to how this might look if someone saw, if he were to wake up, or any chance she had of hurting him with her lustful actions. All she cared about right now was how good this felt, and how good it was about to feel...

"Oh... OOOH...! YYYYYES!!!!" Heather screamed as she reached her peak. She gushed out, inching forward just enough that when she came it was all over Billy's neck and chest rather than his face. The boy stirred, but remained in his punch-induced slumber. Heather panted for breath after being rocked by such a powerful orgasm. She stayed on her knees for several seconds, her voluptuous body posed over her defeated son. When the mother looked down and saw what she had done to him, rather than regret all she felt was powerful.

"Poor, poor Billy. What a sad state you are in..." Heather cooed, turning his unresistant face to the side. With a wicked smirk, Heather removed one of her gloves and grabbed her phone from the table. She then proceeded to take several selfies of herself with Billy beaten beneath her, just like she had done for her daughter earlier. She quickly saved the photos to a hidden file to revisit later before deciding her son had slept long enough.

Billy felt a sudden splash of water over his face and chest. It took him several seconds of sputtering and gasping for air as he looked around and tried to get his bearings. When his vision finally cleared, Billy looked up and saw his mother standing over him with her foot on his chest, still in nothing but a bra and thong. She dropped the bucket she had used to dump the water next to his head with the same arrogant smile he was becoming increasingly familiar with.

"Time to wake up. I hope you learned your lesson young man," Heather said, poking her son's face with her toes. He didn't resist just stared up at her in shock and awe of her glorious body. "Now put this place back in order and go back to your room. You are grounded for the rest of the day."

Billy nodded obediently, his jaw hanging open stupidly. Heather smirked and leaned over to pick up her gloves, again treating Billy to spectacular view of her swaying cleavage. She turned and strutted out of the room, not even bothering to grab her yoga pants. She had her gloves. That was all she needed.

Billy stared as he watched his mom's remarkable ass bounce with every step until she was out of the room. Once she was gone and Billy's mind started to reboot, the memory of what had happened with his mother came rushing back. Her stripping down in front of him. Being trapped between her tits as she turned his guts into ground beef. Billy felt himself stiffen at the memory and suddenly became very aware of how sticky his pants were. He felt his crotch area, and sure enough, he had creamed himself to his divinely sexy mother again. He was so relieved that he was wearing black sweatpants, or else he would have had a very obvious stain that would have been impossible for his mother to miss.

Billy quickly put the living room back in order as instructed, and was about to run upstairs when he saw Heather's yoga pants lying where she had dropped them. He pictured her big, curvy booty packed tightly into the spandex material and bit his lip nervously. He glanced around to ensure he was really alone, then picked up his mother's bottoms and took a deep whiff. Billy trembled at the scent of his mother's body and perfume that had seeped into the fabric. It made the memory of every knockout she had given him come barreling back with the **** of one of her loaded gloves. Without another second to waste, the boy bolted up the stairs with his mother's yoga pants still in his grip. Billy was suddenly extremely glad he had to spend the rest of the day in his room.