Heather

The door creaked open slowly.

“Billy?” his mother's voice came through, cautiously.

“What?” Billy sat up and glared at her as she peeked from behind the slightly-open door.

“I'm sorry if I took it a bit far earlier, sweetheart. I think I had a bit too much to drink.”

“Whatever. Go away.” Billy said, then lay back down, sulking.

Heather cautiously paused, bit her lip, and then stepped further into his room. “Billy... are you having trouble sleeping?”

“I said go away.”

“Billy, I understand that you're angry, but that's no way to talk to your mother.” Billy’s mom huffed, suddenly cross, as she reached his bedside.

“Yeah, well-!” Billy sat up angrily again, then froze. His mother is wearing the gloves.

“Wh-What are you doing with those?” he stammered nervously, heart starting to pick up speed.

"Oh… these?" Heather asked, lifting her hand and looking one of the gloves over. She paused, as if she hadn’t even realised that she’d put them on again. “…I'm not sure. I guess they just feel comfortable.”

“Y-Yeah, well, take them off. And get out of my room!”

Heather glared at Billy. “I told you, Billy, that's no way to talk to your mother!”

“AND I TOLD YOU TO GET OUT OF MY-!”

Without another word, the scowling Heather wound back her fist, and smacked him on the chin.

Billy’s head rocked back into the pillows from the impact, eyes going wide and glazing slightly as it became harder to think. As he lay in bed, blinking in slow-motion with his eyes slowly rolling inwards to end up crossed, he was already under his mother’s spell, just like that.

“uhhhh...” the dazed Billy moaned. Beneath the bedsheets, his dick stiffened up. Oh gawd… was he going to cum?

“I tried being nice, but you’re just too rowdy, Billy! You need to show some respect!” Heather stated, blue gloves going to her hips as she lectured her only half-there son. “While you're under my house, you're under my rules, got it?! ESPECIALLY when you can’t even fucking FIGHT me without going night-night. I’m you’re mother, for god’s sake! Sons aren’t supposed to be weaker than their mothers!”

To emphasize her point, Billy’s mom pressed one boxing glove’s leather under his chin, pushing his head back with it.

“uhhhhnngh…” Billy’s cock throbbed. He was getting dommed by his mom in his own bedroom, and he was totally helpless to stop her.

“Sons are supposed to be BIG and STRONG… Not flimsy and easy to knock out… For the love of God, Billy, I’ve already put you to sleep twice…”

Heather continued lifting Billy’s chin with the blue glove, watching his reaction with great interest. Her cruel words were making him shake, and he could feel his dick getting closer and closer to giving in from that alone.

“d-don-dont… dont, please, dont…”

Heather smirked, and pulled back her glove. Billy’s head fell forward. Her boxing baby Billy was turning into such a sad sight…

Heather’s pussy was secretly gushing from this too. She knew it was wrong, that she shouldn’t be doing this… that she couldn’t justify it as motherly discipline. Knocking out your own kid wasn’t right, no matter how much of a brat he might’ve been being. But she just didn’t care. It felt so good.

Billy’s mom had watched him box so often - and always win. Knowing that she alone could bring down her son, the high school boxing champion… That she could KO his ass when nobody else could… It made her heart flutter and her juices flow. Something about having that power was just so… exciting. It made her want more.

“You’ve been a very bad, disobedient boy, Billy.” Heather said, smiling. “I want an apology.”

“uhhh… I- oh, gawd, mom… I-I’m sorry… please…”

“Hmmm…” Heather brought a long finger to her lips. “Nope~! Not good enough! I think you need to do something a little more… submissive.”

With that, Heather spun around at Billy’s bedside. Facing away now, her fantastic booty was sticking out over the bed.

“Kiss,” she said, simply.

“whuh-wha?”

“Kiss my fucking ass, Billy.”

Without the need for any more words, Billy gave in. His pride was an afterthought at the moment - his mom held all of the cards, and could knock him out any time she wanted. Besides, Billy actually didn’t mind getting his lips on her body…

Billy did his best to ignore his mom’s laughter as he planted kissed all over one cheek, and then the other. Each kiss was delicate, careful placed, as if in reverence to the magnificent creature who made him do it. Heather’s ass was perfectly sculpted - so round, so firm, so perfect. Billy wouldn’t dare disrespect it by not going about it with great care.

That’s when he felt something warm running down his leg - he hadn’t even realized it in his focused state, but he’d cum right in his bedsheets as soon as his lips made contact. Powerful, orgasmic spurts of white seed launched from his confused cock, normally so pleasurable that he would have been shaking from it had his mind not been wholly on his mother’s ass. Even now, his cock bobbed and pushed more out, cumming again completely hands-free, bubbling over just out of sight of his mother. The thought made him shudder as he planted another kiss on her ass, trying to ignore the bubbling over of his outdone dick. He came in his bedsheets from kissing this ass.

“You know, Billy, I feel like you still haven’t accepted the fact that I beat you. Twice,” Heather’s voice picked up as her son diligently planted more and more kissies on her perfect behind. “You keep acting like it was some luck, or like it wasn’t fair. But it wasn’t luck. And it was fair. And I did beat you twice. I kicked your fucking ass, baby. You fell asleep from my punches. And now…”

Heather turned again, pulling her ass from Billy who leaned forward as if to follow it and kiss it up some more. Once it was out of reach, he looked up, still a bit dopey, to see his mother grinning down at him and his cute reaction. Her loaded gloves were proudly on her hips again. She lifted one, and held it out in front of his face.

“Kiss.”

Billy hesitated, then leaned forward and planted a gentle chuu~ on the glove. Heather grinned with satisfaction. She pulled the arm back and swung hard, clocking Billy hard across the face and KO’ing him in bed.

"M-mom, I... DUHHHH!!" Billy's head bounced from the strike, before his whole body went limp and slid down further into bed, eyes rolling around in his knocked-out head like a cartoon.

“AHHHH!” Heather exclaimed, as her entire body shuddered with pleasure from standing over her fallen boxing Billy. Knocked out again.

Heather put a loaded glove to her pussy and began rubbing up and down. Her body continued shuddering as it burst into orgasm, Heather rubbing her pussy through her pajama pants with one glove while the other glove held Billy’s head up by pressing on the forehead, so she could see his face.

“YESSS~~!!” Heather gasped, cumming hard.

Coming down from the heights of pleasure, Heather panted. She hadn’t planned on KO’ing him again when she came in here. She had only meant to apologize for earlier, not make him kiss her ass then hit him so hard she came. But she couldn’t argue with the results. She felt great!

Clicking her tongue, Heather leaned in and delicately brushed Billy’s loose hair out of his face with one glove while the other rubbed her through the aftershocks of cumming.

“Oh, Billy…” she whispered. “Thank you so much for that… but honestly, when are you going to learn? Momma’s just too much for you to take…”

With that, Heather smirked, feeling like a real powerful badass once more, and strutted her swaying hips out of sleepy Billy’s bedroom. Her powerful thighs rubbed together, sending more pleasure through her perfect body as she just replayed the knockout punch over and over in her head all the way to her own room. She’d be replaying Billy’s final moments of consciousness in her head a few more times that night, though she wouldn’t have any pajamas in the way of her body for then. The gloves, however? The gloves stayed on.

Billy was sound asleep in his bed all the way until morning, and heard nothing of the animalistic grunts which came from his mother’s room. He was too busy being a cummy loser.