Tanya stays behind with Billy

Billy called an end to the seminar - about twenty minutes before it was supposed to end. Thanking him for his hard work, though Billy could tell they didn’t really mean it, the remaining moms shuffled out of the gym - no doubt a little let down by their experience with the school’s “star” boxer.

As the rest of the mothers left, Tanya stayed behind, watching Billy’s every move with her smug gaze. Billy grit his teeth. Of fucking course Tanya had something more she wanted to say to him. Hadn’t she done enough?! Beating his ass, making him beg for mercy in front of all the other moms, completely ruining his seminar. No, of course she wasn’t done yet. Of fucking course.

He turned his back on her, taking a deep breath. If she wanted to study him with that smug fucking expression, then whatever. Billy began packing away his things, trying to keep himself calm and his breathing steady. It was just him and Tanya left in the empty gym now.

“…Billlyyy…~” Tanya sung. Billy must not have heard her footsteps over his heart pounding in his ears, because she was right behind him now.

“What do you-“ Billy began, turning around. “Oof!”

He was cut off by the SLAM of one of Tanya’s gloves into the side of his head. At once, his legs were unbalanced, and he was stumbling back.

“I hope you didn’t think I was DONE, brat,” Tanya spat, walking towards him with a confident stride. “You knocked my SON out. You and me will NEVER be done.”

WHAM! Tanya smacked him again, sending him reeling on those wobbly legs of his as she walked him back into the corner of the gym.

“T-Tanyaaahh… Guhhhh… I-I’m so sorry, I-“ Billy rambled, his head foggy and hazy, defaulting back to plead for mercy. Begging this cruel milf bitch to spare him, to keep those weighted cheater gloves away from his rugged body.

Tanya smirked as Billy’s back hit the corner - he was trapped. His eyes flickered around the room, ****. Seeing that he had no fight left in him, Tanya tugged one of her glove’s velcro strap open with her teeth and let it drop, freeing one hand.

“T-Tanya, please, don’t- I’m s-sorry, I-“

“Shhhhhh…” Tanya put a finger to his lips, silencing him. SHE was in control. “It’s alright… I just want you to tell me why. WHY did you think it was okay to knock out my Sammy?”

“I-I don’t know. It was stupid! I was stupid! It was a dumb fucking mistake, I’m sorry!”

“Mmmmm…” Tanya agreed, smiling. “You sure are. A sorry excuse for a champion, is what you are. That is right, isn’t it~? You’re the champion of this club?”

Billy gulped, uncertainly.

“Y-Yes…”

“So if my previous Sam were to, say… Knock you the fuck out… That would make him the new champion, wouldn’t it~?”

Billy gasped. Was she really going to try and make him take a dive? Was she about to tell him to LET himself get knocked out by her son? Billy began shaking his head, begging her not to.

“Please, no… Please don’t make me… I-I- Boxing is all I have, please don’t make me-“

Tanya laughed, the sound bouncing off the walls of the empty gym.

“Just food for thought, Billy. My precious fucking scrub…”

She traced her freed finger down his chin, then held her palm against his chest. So strong, so manly, she felt his honed pec move beneath her hand with his nervous breathing. Billy’s eyes were locked on the one loaded glove she still wore on her right hand.

“Hmmm… Should I knock you out before I go? It seems only fair…~” Tanya mused.

“N-No. No, please, don’t. I… I’m already defeated. You fucking BEAT me, Tanya, okay? You already won. Please…”

“But I’ve read about you, Billy,” Tanya cut him off. “You’ve NEVER~ been knocked out before. Isn’t that… Exciting~? Don’t you want to know what it’s like?”

Grinning, Tanya got in close to Billy’s face, her breath tickling his earlobe.

“Don’t you want to give up you mind to mommy~?”

Fuck. Yessss… But, no…

Billy gulped. If Tanya had come to him with that offer just a little while earlier, it would have been utterly irresistible. If this crazy milf had REALLY come to take his mind away for the first ever time, to knock him out once and for all, the shivering boy couldn’t have said no. Her domineering tone, her deliciously tempting offer… It didn’t matter that she hated him. He would have given in. Served his chin up to her on a silver platter, and let himself be knocked out. To answer the question that had never been answered…

What’s it like? How does it actually FEEL, to get knocked out? A hot woman, offering to take his mind from him, with nobody else to see it… He definitely wouldn’t have been able to say no.

But this wasn’t a little while earlier. This was now. And his long-pondered question had already been answered. Though her tone was intoxicating, her body was amazing, and her offer was calling to him… Billy barely managed to resist the temptation. Calling on all of his champion willpower, he said the word he didn’t want to say, knowing it was what was best for him. Dick throbbing in his pants, full of need, he turned her down.

“N-No…” he croaked.

Tanya scowled. She leaned in close, and whispered.

“Too fucking bad.”

WHAM! The milf hit his chin with an unexpected uppercut. Her heavy glove collided with him, sending a ripple straight up into his brain, and blinking it off. The champ’s body fell, limply, right at her feet. Silent. No fanfare. No witnesses. But just like that, Tanya had stolen his coveted perfect record. Dropped him unceremoniously to the floor of the gym, sleeping off her wicked milf punch.

There was something intimate about it. The privacy. The secret of the knockout. She was sure she would continue to read stories about his greatness in the school newsletter over the coming months. His many accomplishments. But from now on, she would read them with the knowledge that his undefeated record was a fucking myth. That she had personally stepped in and stripped him of it, to avenge her son. And he would know too, when he finally got around to waking up. He would know he wasn’t really unbeaten. He would know that Tanya had taken that from him, forever.

That punch had been deeply satisfying. Tanya had spent far too long reading about this legend. Hearing his praises sung. It felt fucking good to see him like this. To make him like this. It felt right.

“I might be seeing you again, Billy,” Tanya smiled down at the boy she hated. **** like a loser.

But as much as she hated him… And she did fucking hate him… She felt a strange fondness rising up in her chest. She would have to stamp that out later. Or explore it. Either way, Tanya was satisfied that Billy had been felled for now. Stripped of his legend. The school newsletter would be a lot less aggravating from here on out - and a lot more fun.

She snapped a pic of his face, and left him there to sleep it off. She knew he’d wake to shame and humiliation some time later, all by himself after his failed fucking seminar.

So much for the so-called legend. The king of the ring, fucked up by a milf. Now that was a legend worth telling.