Karen celebrates her win

Karen could scarcely believe it. This tough young man, this strong boxing champion… And she’d punched him to sleep. She’d humiliated him. In front of a crowd of her peers. Karen the amateur had interrupted his boxing seminar, brought him to his knees, and knocked him out.

“What a sad, sad loss.” she smirked, as she crouched beside him.

Hadn’t he bragged about never being knocked out before? Karen had basically turned him into a laughing stock. And now, here he was, limp and unresponsive, totally defeated. Humiliated. Crushed into dust by an obnoxious milf.

She did what none of his opponents ever could - and she did it with ease. She did it with quickness. Billy had lost to a stacked bitch, in record time. And now…

Karen lifted one of his useless, muscular arms, and let it drop. It landed glove-first onto the ground, with a dull thud. She repeated this a few more times, marvelling at its limpness, playing with his broken body as he slept. Wow, he really was DEEP asleep. Were a few punches to the chin all it took to shut him up like this? To make him lie still, and silent?

Karen laughed. A mean, cruel laugh, as she knelt beside the sleeping boy in the empty gym. Nobody was around to hear it. Then, bending her buxom body over him, she began using her soft, cruelly upturned lips to lay gentle kisses all over his body. She just couldn’t help herself.

Sloppy, wet smooches landed on his forehead, his temple, his cheek, the tip of his chin, the corner of his jaw, then the underside of his jaw… His Adams’s apple, his collarbone, and then down along each strong, useless arm that lay stretched out to the side from his body. Kissies were planted along his large biceps, down to where his wrists entered his gloves, and then alllll the way back up to his strong, rounded, motionless shoulders.

They weren’t affectionate kisses. They were dominant. Controlling. Owning. She was doing it simply to revel in the fact that he couldn’t stop her. He. Couldn’t. Stop. Her. She’d won.

Mwah, mwah, mwah!

As she began kissing his neck again, with several in a row planted right on his jugular, the bitchy milf could feel a hunger building inside her, powered by her primal victory over this young athletic stud. She loved being in control. She loved to take charge. And she’d marked this young man’s athletic body as her property, with her lips.

“Try and punch my tit, will you?” she asked, pulling back and wiping her lips with the back of her hand, eyeing his sleeping body with disgust. “Were you that **** to get your hands on me, you little fucking perv? Was it love at first fucking sight?”

Grabbing Billy’s hair in a fist and lifting his head with it, Karen smirked mockingly. She stared daggers into his glazed and rolled-up eyes. Mindless, devoid of consciousness. Dim. Even holding his head off the ground by the hair, she could only really see the whites of his rolled-up eyes - yet still she felt no sympathy for the muscular brat. This filth got what he deserved.

“Pathetic.” Karen eyed him with disgust.

Her own bright and alert pair of eyes flicked down to his dangling-open mouth, looking like he was trying to catch flies with it, as it hung open loosely and stupidly. A thin line of drool could be traced from the corner of his mouth down his chin. What a dimwitted expression. He looked like a fucking moron.

…Had she done that~?

A tremor of amusement rose in her breast, overtaking her cold stare as she took in his dumbass knockout face in its entirety.

“Dawww, what’s wrong~?” she asked, pouting and leaning in close to his face. “Where did you go, hmm~~? Where did you go…?”

Karen threw her head back and laughed some more, before dropping the boy’s useless head back to the floor of the gym. Pathetic. He was gone. What an asshole.

What had he been thinking, before the final blow? Before he got his ass knocked out?

Karen’s milf senses were tingling now, sending a shiver through her whole body. She’d defeated this boy at his own game. The rush of power was almost enough to turn her into a nympho. She was only a drop of adrenaline or two away from taking his cock out of his champion boxer shorts and sitting her big round ass onto it. From fucking her **** quarry like the winner she was.

He was supposed to win. He was supposed to be tough. He was the man, he was the athlete, the boxer, the instructor, the champion… Yet, here he was. Sound asleep. Finished off by an untrained, middle-aged, gorgeous, powerful woman. Sent to bed with a few quick punches. Like some kind of fucking loser.

Karen played with his body some more, throwing a leg over his chest to mount his downed torso. She toyed with him, revelling in his limpness. Where had all of his arrogance gone off to, she wondered?

After a while of him showing no signs of consciousness, Karen decided to wake him with a rapid series of sharp slaps to his face, to speed up the process. Though, the bitchy woman had to wonder - just how out had he really been?

Billy awoke with a groggy head, a stinging face, and Karen sitting her fat ass on his chest. Confused, he lifted his gloved hands to her hips, but was too weak to push her off. A few moments of struggling in vain later, he eventually let his arms fall out to his sides again. His head was swimming. Billy groaned.

“What happened…?” he managed to croak.

“I knocked you the fuck out.” Karen smirked.

Billy shook his head slowly.

“You… You were… Cheating… Your gloves… They were-”

“Pcccht. So what?” Karen cut him off. “If a slightly heavy glove is all it takes to put you to sleep, then you weren’t that tough to begin with. You’re an unskilled loser. And you just got knocked the fuck out.”

Her lips curled up into a smile.

“Besides… Nobody else knows about that. And you’ll look like a VERY sore loser if you try to tell anybody.”

She leaned down and kissed him on the cheek with her cruel lips. Billy rolled his head to the side, as if to try and avoid her soft smooch, and let out a low groan as her warm smile planted itself on his aching face. Karen pulled back with a satisfied smile at his submissive reaction. Beneath his boxing shorts, behind her bulky ass, Billy’s cock throbbed with a powerful beat.

Was he actually getting off on this? This bitch who just fucking slept him with cheater gloves, all on her own? He could hardly believe himself…

“The other moms are too polite to share what they saw with anybody but close friends and family. Though I doubt your boxing club will get any new members.” Karen laughed. “Make no mistake, the champion who got knocked out by a mom will be all the gossip. There’ll be rumors. But only I’ve got the pictures. Give me one reason I shouldn’t go spread the news everywhere? Billy the champ got knocked the fuck out.”

“Uhhhhnnnn…”

Karen leaned in close, grinning, and whispered into his ear. Billy could feel her hot breath tickle his earlobe, and could almost hear her heart pounding with excitement deep in her bosom.

“Give me just ONE reason the world shouldn’t see that you got KNOCKED. OUT.”

She punctuated the last words with a short nibble of his ear, and another kiss to his jugular, before pulling herself back up to a sitting mount and letting out a throaty laugh. She was loving this.

No, no, no… Billy shook his head. There was no way he could let her leak proof of what happened. He had a reputation to uphold. A fighting record. A future. If word ever got out that the school boxing champion got knocked out by an untrained mom - by KAREN, of all people…

“Th-They’ll shut the club down…” Billy whined, pleadingly.

Karen scoffed.

“You’ll have to come up with something better than that.”

Billy closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He had to come up with something to get her to back down… Anything!