Billy accidentally reveals his fetish

Billy's mind was still processing what happened in the last few minutes. Sitting on a bench in the locker room, face dripping with sweat, elbows on knees and his chin resting on balled fists, Billy's gaze was fixed on his championship belt, placed on another bench in front.

He was still struggling to breathe, owing to the intense match he had just fought. The bout had dragged on till the last round, and Billy had to go all out to defeat his opponent. He could still hear those muffled cheers of his school celebrating his win.

But this wasn't enough. Not for Billy. He's 'supposed' to be leagues ahead of his fellow boxers, the best in his age group, the future athletic superstar.

And yet, he struggled.

He did win, but it wasn't the comfortable victory he was used to. More often than not, Billy was done with his rivals within the first few rounds. Today, however, he had to labour himself to the finish.

And he clearly knew the reason.

Heather. His milf of a mom. The blonde goddess, who, more than physically, had destroyed him mentally. By knocking him out.

Twice.

And it did not just end there. She made it sure to rub it on his face, how her 'strong' fists had put him out cold.

In a single punch.

Billy clenched his teeth, cursing himself silently. He brought his hand closer to his forehead, and buried it in his wet, sticky hair, reliving those fateful, embarrassing moments.

And as always, any thought about his mommy was followed by that familiar throb in his cock.

Billy, out of habit, inched his hand towards his crotch, and started caressing his bulge.

Suddenly, a loud knock on the door shook him out of his trance.

Jerking his hand away instinctively from his boxers, Billy straightened himself.

"Billy...we need to talk!"

Even with all the muffled noises outside, he immediately recognised that voice. It was his coach Lucy's.

"You don't need to knock...you know, being my coach and everything...", Billy answered, with a faint chuckle.

Lucy smirked at Billy's jibe. She pushed the door a little to peek in. Billy looked at her, with a painful smile on his face, then brought his gaze down. Lucy locked the door behind her, and walked straight to him.

One could only marvel at Lucy's perfectly sculpted figure. She was sporting a black, seamless, low cut sports bra, displaying her ample bosom. Her hair was tied behind neatly in a bun. Her grey track pants were accentuating her bubble butt. Her glistening cleavage and muscular abs made them all the more desirable.

She knelt beside the bench and grabbed his shoulders, forcing him to face her.

From his point of view, Billy could verily enjoy her tight rack without raising suspicion. However, his mind soon snapped to her words.

"There's no other way to put this...what the hell is going on?"

Billy knew this was coming, but he still shuddered.

"I... I wa.."

"Let me finish...", Lucy cut him, a hint of irritation in her voice.

"Since the last few weeks, I've been monitoring your moves...you're clearly not yourself...at all!"

Lucy had expertly observed Billy's sudden inclination towards defensive maneuvers. There was a time when she had to work on Billy's aggression to build his immaculate techniques. But now...

This was a one eighty degree turn. Only someone as trained as Lucy could spot this, but Billy was definitely acting...'strange', for lack of a better word. Everyone could 'see' he won, but only she knew that his victory wasn't effortless.

And that could become a bigger problem in future, if not dealt now.

"Look...I'm asking you...", Lucy exhaled, as if figuring out how to put it best.

"...I'm asking you as a friend...if there's any problem...or if you want to just talk...I'm here for you". She rubbed his shoulders affectionately, further insinuating her point.

Billy's eyes just couldn't meet hers. The weight of her gaze was too much for him. How could he even think of telling her...the truth? The thought itself made him squirm in his place.

How will Lucy react, when she finds out that her student's streak was broken, not by a professional, but by his...

Mommy.

Billy's petite, stacked mom, who, a few days ago, didn't even know the basics of this sport. How would Lucy react, after knowing how Heather defeated his muscular boxing champion son, with her soft fists?

A chill ran through Billy's spine. The respect Lucy has for him now, would vanish in just a moment. He still had so much to learn from her. He couldn't afford to spill out the beans.

"It's no...nothing Lucy...I might have over exerted during training... ". Billy's heart was pounding.

"...I should have rested long enough for today's match...I'll keep that in mind the next time...". Billy finally gathered enough courage to look up.

Lucy knew something was bothering him, but he wasn't ready to share, and pressing him any further was pointless. Smiling weakly, she tousled his hair and stood up to leave. She trudged towards the door, irritated with her inability to be of any help. Billy couldn't help but notice Lucy's swaying hips, as she left.

Billy sighed, and headed towards the shower area.

***

Lucy had almost left the arena compound when she felt something poking through her track pants. Instinctively, she slid her hand inside her pocket, to find Billy's ID card.

"Shit...I forgot to give this back". Lucy frowned, but decided to go back anyway.

***

Billy's head was just underneath the cold running water from the shower head, both his hands stretched out, resting on the wall infront. The icy shower was relinquishing him of his strain, soothing his aching muscles. The sound of water dripping on the bathroom floor brought a sense of uncanny calmness.

His mind started picturing his blonde mother in her tight boxing attire. Her sports bra, somehow containing her mammoth breasts, and her yoga pants outlining her curvaceous ass.

He could vividly imagine his mommy, giggling playfully and fiddling with...those damn loaded gloves...and teasing him, relentlessly.

"...Need some practice...honey?..."

"...Let mommy teach some new moves..."

"...You don't want to get knocked out again...do you?..."

Billy's mind went all fuzzy. He was unable to face the fact that the situation had really spun out of his control. His innocuous fantasy had turned into a nightmare.

And yet, shamefully, he brought his hand down, and slowly started stroking his thick cock, edging himself incessantly.

As time passed, the line between fantasy and reality, in Billy's mind, blurred away. His aroused brain was imagining Heather in the shower room right alongside him, in all her naked glory.

Heather friskilly poked a throbbing vein on Billy's mushroom bulb, making his eyes roll back into his head. She giggled at his reaction.

"Billy...ready for another knockout?...", she pouted, voice full of 'innocence'.

"Ye...ess...yes mommy". Billy stumbled over his words, his eyes now anchored to her juicy jugs.

"No Billy...not like this..." Heather had an evil smirk on her face, her finger tracing his twitching dick.

"Wh...what do you mean?..." Billy was desperately trying to remain coherent.

Heather inched towards his face, steadily stroking his veiny cock, and breathed out her venomous words.

"Beg me to knock you out, Billy"

With a naughty smirk, she suddenly pulled her hand away from his dick. His hard cock, in response, twitched painfully, aching for her touch.

"You want me to finish this...right Billy?", she whispered, pointing her digit at his convulsing cock.

"Yee...ess mommy..."

"Then beg", she demanded, in her most seductive voice, breathing out her hot, musky breath.

Billy did not even care he was inside a public locker room anymore. His make believe fantasy had taken over all his senses. He groaned, without a care of the world around.

"Mommy...please...pu...unch me hard...knock me out with your womanly fists....."

***

Lucy did not want to catch Billy in a 'compromised' position. She balled her fists and knocked the door, asking him to come out.

"He might be in the shower...let me put this in his bag or something..."

She carefully opened the door, and peeked inside. The lound sprinkling sound in the shower room confirmed her suspicion.

She crept in, and immediately found his gym bag. Lucy was about to step forward when she heard a familiar voice which froze her in place.

Was Billy...talking to himself?

No, he was speaking to someone else, maybe on a phone? But the shower was still running...

"...pu...unch me hard...knock me out with your womanly fists...I...I've always dreamed of getting kn...knocked out by you..."

Lucy's mouth hung wide open in disbelief. She couldn't believe her own ears. She frowned, and inched closer to the shower room, concentrating on Billy's voice amid the splashing water.

"I beg you...I almost...lo...lost today... can't focus...m...make me sleeep..."

Billy was now stammering profusely.

"I'll...worship you...your whole bo...body...please..."

She had never, in her wildest dreams, imagined that her proud, muscular prodigy, wished...some woman to....

...knock him out?

Lucy had gone numb with this discovery, surprisingly oblivious to how shallow her breath had become.

And how wet her pussy was...