Pinned in her big tits… And smothered to sleep.

Someone was opening the door! Acting fast, Bianca sprung up, bringing Billy along with her, and pressed herself tightly up against him. She was pinning him to the wall opposite the door, hoping to cover him up with her own body.

The drowsy boy was easily staggered backwards by her pushing, too woozy and drawn in by her impressive tits to do anything else but follow her shoving. Handing over control to milfs just came naturally to him now… And any opportunity he had to get closer to those big, soft round boobs, he wasn’t going to fight. Not that his last fight with Bianca had worked out for him anyway.

In the heat of the moment, this was the only idea that Bianca had. Trying to hide him from the moms while he was groggy and not all there… By stashing him in her boobs.

Bianca spread her hands apart and leaned against the wall with them, pinning him in place with his head sunk deep into her soft, soft cleavage. With how low-cut her loose black tank top was, and just how much generous bosom she had to offer, his face was engulfed by pure breast - no fabric touching it whatsoever. The doorknob turned, and one of the moms walked in, quickly scanning the room.

“Oh, Bianca. Where did Billy go? We’re ready to start.”

Billy was mostly obscured by Bianca’s body - though his legs were a problem, sticking out beneath him. Bianca pressed her soft thighs up against his, their crotches touching, and hoped that the woman wouldn’t look down.

“O-Oh! Billy stepped out for a moment. I’m just doing some stretches!” Bianca explained, emphasizing her lie by arching her back and pushing herself against the wall even more. Billy sunk yet deeper into her soft breasts as she pressed against him.

“Well did he say when he’d be back?”

Billy began to wriggle against her. This position she had him in was bad. She was, unknowingly, already halfway to accidentally smothering him out in her breasts.

The way she arched her back with her hands spread wide and high, pressed flat against the wall she was leaning on, gave him no room to breathe at all. His whole world was Bianca’s big boobs. This stupid milf… She was defeating him again. He was going to lose to her tits.

“Oh, uhhh, no, he didn’t. Maybe another five minutes?”

Billy kept wriggling, inadvertently rubbing his stiffy up against her soft pussy and thighs as she pressed them against him. Even as delirious as he was, some primal part of him knew that he needed air. Knew that he couldn’t just let this happen. Couldn’t let her breasts steal his breath away.

Bianca stifled a moan as she felt something catch on her clit for a moment, through those tight blue jeans. The kind, soft, motherly woman was sure it was an accident…

“We’ve already been waiting. What’s he even doing?” the mom’s impatience was clear in her tone.

“Resting?” Bianca tried. “Or maybe, ummm, he’s just getting ready to show us some great new boxing techniques? He’s such an impressive young boy, you know…”

Bianca could feel him struggling, blowing raspberries into her soft pillow prison. The stupid boy wouldn’t stay still! Did he want to have his knockout revealed? She spread her hands a little wider, and pressed tighter against him, trying to communicate that he should stay still.

“Mmmmmm!” Bianca moaned, as Billy sunk deeper into her massive, soft cleavage. “You should all do some stretches too while you’re waiting. This feels, uhmm, really good!”

She couldn’t help but squeeze her thighs together, and scrunch up her toes tightly. The anxiety of the situation and increased pressure against his body were having an undesired effect. Whatever was pressing against her pussy was about to make her cum! She couldn’t let that happen. Not with someone watching, with her body held against this young athlete’s. How obscene!

“Haangh… Haaanngghh…” Bianca panted hotly, her face turning slightly red. “Reeeaaally gooooodd~”

Billy had no air. His vision was going spotty, and his legs weakening again. He was suffocating like a stupid bitch, in this locker room he was once the king of. He was losing to boobs.

Who was the real fighter here? Big titties were taking him down easy. Boxing champion or not, he sure got knocked out easily.

“Fine. But if you see him, tell him to hurry up.”

“I will!” Bianca squeaked.

The other mom didn’t leave quite yet, instead holding the door open while she turned back and called out the news to the rest of the group. Their champion instructor was M.I.A.

A bead of sweat dripped down Bianca’s forehead. Come on, come on… She grinded her pussy against him nervously, unknowingly tracing small circles around his dick.

This was it. He couldn’t take anymore. His muscles weakened, his eyes rolled back into his head, as Bianca’s milf tits finally put him all the way to sleep. His pathetic wriggling slowed to a halt. He was done. Knocked ****.

“Okay. Well, come back soon, Bianca,” the mom said, finally stepping out of the locker room and letting the door close.

Bianca held the pin for a moment longer, making sure Billy was safe. Then, she let out a heaving sigh of relief.

“Alright Billy, they’re gone…” Bianca sighed.

She brought down her hands and put them to his shoulders. Bianca slowly stepped back and pulled her mammoth tits away from his face, revealing that the champion had been deposited into a deep, deep sleep. His eyes were rolled up and half-closed, his whole body limp, and his slumber obvious. Bianca was taken aback.

“Oh my! Are you… Knocked out?” she jumped back, startled. A shudder ran through her body as the shocking revelation sent a micro-orgasm through her dripping pussy. “Ghn~!”

Bianca’s legs crossed over, her hands stuffed between her thighs as she came slightly in her tight blue jeans.

Without her there to support him anymore, Billy slid down the wall he was slumped against. His back slowly riding down, down, until his butt reached the floor, and his limp head slumped forward with a slight bounce.

Bianca followed him with her eyes alllll the way down. She put a nervous hand to her cheek and stared for a moment after he came to a stop. She couldn’t believe she just came. Eventually, she stepped forwards and crouched beside him, looking closely at his face.

His limp head was hanging down, so she had to put a hand to his forehead and hold it up like that. She studied his slack, open jaw, his stupid, mindless expression, those half-lidded white eyes…

Yep, he was out again.

“Oh…” a second micro-orgasm rippled through her soft body. “O-Oh!”

Her body shook, sending small beads of sweat flying from her big breasts. She was ashamed that some part of her was enjoying this. But at the same time, it made sense. She really had total control over this muscular, shirtless young boy. Her motherly instincts were starting to kick in.

“Boxing sure is easy…” Bianca said to herself, stroking his hair comfortingly.

Poor boy. This was just not his day, was it?

Bianca adjusted herself to a more comfortable position. She went from crouching beside the slumped athlete, to a kneeling position in front of him, her knees placed either side of his limp stuck-out legs. Her pussy squelched inside of her tight blue jeans as she moved.

“I can’t believe you got knocked out by boobs… I wasn’t even trying.” Bianca told him truthfully, as she adjusted herself. “You’ve got to be the worst boxer ever. Or is my chest just that good?”

She paused for a second, taking in the apparent power of her tits. She looked down at them with a newfound awe. She’d always known they were large, sexy… But she’d never seen them as the effective weapons they apparently were. A shudder that she failed to suppress ran through her body.

“I guess you just suffocated in there…” she mused, pouting and poking a finger into her deep, soft cleavage. As if testing it out, like it might snatch her finger up the same way it had this young club champion.

A knockout. From boobs. It was a bizarre thought. And this wasn’t just a technical knockout either… He was knocked out cold. Her tits had totally sent him to bed. Bianca pouted sadly, really feeling bad for him now.

“Still… Getting knocked out by my breasts is pretty embarrassing. How did you lose to these big things?”

She lifted her heavy breasts in her hands, feeling their weight with consideration. Caution. Respect.

“Couldn’t you win? Or at least put up a fight? You’re supposed to be a boxer. Losing to my bosom is bad for you.” Bianca said to Billy’s sleeping face.

She looked down at her chest again. Then, with her focus back on Billy, she leaned slightly further forward towards his face, and gave her breasts a jiggle with her hands. Shaking them just in front of his **** expression.

“Your face literally passed out in here. I seriously defeated you. All of your training… And you still got knocked out by tits, of all things. Come on Billy…”

She couldn’t stop herself from pouting down at the sleeping boy as she pulled away again. She was just so disappointed. He was supposed to be teaching them, and now here he was. Knocked out, knocked stupid, and finished off by big tits. What a way to go.

Bianca sighed, still cupping her boobs in her hands. She sat back on his legs, her hovering ass and pussy coming down to rest on his thighs. His still-hard dick poked into her pussy a little bit. After a moment of thought, she slowly leaned forward on her haunches, engulfing his face in her boobs once again.

“Well, if they’re too big for you, then they’re too big for you… Maybe this is for the best. Sweet dreams, Billy.” Bianca said to the sleeping, slumped champion as she gave him a kneeling breast smother.

She held her tits against his face for a moment, and put him deeper into dreamland. She was sending him off with her soft tits. Smothering away his chances of waking up anytime in the next ten minutes. With the brainless way he’d been acting, there was nothing else for it, unless she wanted to other moms to find out what had happened. She had to make sure he stayed out.

Still holding her soft tits against him, she began patting the top of his head. Trying to ease the sleeping boy into this deeper defeat. Comforting him through the embarrassing loss. The humiliating boob knockout.

“There you go… Good boy, nice and deep… Nice and deep… Just smother for my boobs, it’s okay… Good boy…”

His dick throbbed against her pussy. Bianca was able to ignore it. Surely, it was just his body glitching after the KO, and not a sign of anything else. Besides, it felt kinda nice…

She placed her hands neatly in her lap and just stayed like that for a while. Kneeling, leaned forward, and smothering him in her big tits with minimal effort.

Bianca sighed. What a day.

When she finally felt like he was really done, she pulled away from him, slowly. Her large tits came away, releasing their dimwitted prisoner, and revealing his idiotic face.

Still kneeling neatly in front of him, sat upon his useless legs, Bianca reached forward and took his face in her dainty hand, rolling it gently from side to side. His cheeks were smooshed by her long, delicate fingers as she tested his face.

“Are you still knocked out? Good…” the motherly woman sighed, shaking her head at the floored champion boxer.

Bianca stood up.

“Stay here and sleep it off. I’ll go tell the others that you said the seminar is over, before you make a fool of yourself by coming to and babbling some nonsense.”

With that, and one final look at the muscular, attractive young stud, Bianca turned her back on him and walked out of the locker rooms. Two knockouts later, and she still didn’t feel like she really understood what the boxing club was good for. Oh well.

The warm, kind milf hoped that he didn’t feel too bad, whenever he came to. Waking up slumped against the bottom of the locker room wall, with drool on your face and the faint smell of her large perfumed tits, might be hard for the boy to swallow. It would certainly be a heavy hit to his ego.

Oh, poor Billy…