Mother and Daughter

I banged a few women from the Cougar Clique before Sherry. She wasn't as face pretty as Beatriz and Donna, the Clique leader, but Sherry had slender legs and satisfying tits. Light blue eyes illuminated her entire face, which held a maternal-whorish look to them.That magnetism doubled for me after each match I watched Sherry win at the Amazonia Boxing Club.
"Five guys took me on, five guys got carried out!" Sherry warned me the afternoon I challenged her to a match. She was being modest. The fights I witnessed all ended with the male participants badly bruised and out cold by round four. Even my friend Tommy, one of the best boxers at the Amazonia, was lifted off his feet by Sherry's upper cut.
Our fight was set for that Saturday.

An hour before the start, Sherry visited me in my dressing room just after my second, Desiree, stepped away.
"How old are you, Jon?"
Sherry was prepped for battle in short red trunks and a matching sports bra. Her thighs looked better the more I saw of them.
"Twenty-three." I replied.
"Almost perfect." purred Sherry, her arms snaking through mine and up my back, drawing me into an embrace. We kissed. "Ever been knocked out?"
"A few times..." I answered.
Sherry clasped my right hand and tenderly guided it down the front of her trunks. "Feel that, Jon?"
My fingers danced with her pussy hair and labia. We both grinned and kissed again.
With my free hand, I shifted Sherry's waist band below her hips.
"I'm gonna knock you out cold! So I'm giving you something to dream about!"
I had just started caressing Sherry's clit when she slapped my face. "Asshole! What the hell are you doing?!" she yelled violently, shoving me away. "Get ready for a serious beating, asshole!"
Sherry gave me a great leg show as she strode from the room.

Like Sherry's previous foes, I went to the canvas pretty quickly. It was my own fault. The lovely feel of her pussy on my fingers wouldn't leave me alone. A combination hammered me. The first punch sprawled me on the ropes. The second I never felt.
I know I slumbered through Emma the Ref's ten count, because when I woke I was in my corner, Desiree holding her index and middle fingers in my face.
"How many fingers, Jon?"
I concentrated, focusing on her hand.
"Pussy...?"
"Christ!" Desiree rolled her eyes.
"How's he doing?" asked Emma's voice.
"Sherry knows how to pick them. Help me get him to the recovery room."
Both women pulled me up, draping my arms over their shoulders. I glimpsed Sherry accepting the adulation of the all female crowd with her fists in the air. I went back to sleep.

Two weeks after getting publicly trounced , Sherry and I met up at the No Tell, a tidy motor lodge on Route 3. Waiting for us was a woman near my age, a younger looking version of Sherry.
"This is Jon, sweetie. You heard a lot about him."
The girl looked me up and down critically.
"You put him out. Nice to finally meet you, Jon."
I struggled for a response, but my only thought was "Three way!"
"You certainly have your mother's beauty." I said, suddenly very confident.
"That's sweet! I'm Jillian!"
"It's just been my daughter and me since my husband left us...so we share everything. Understand, Jon?"
"Perfectly!"
Jillian tossed a gym bag from her shoulder on the bed and took out a pair of heavy looking boxing gloves. "Let's flip for him, Mom!"
I watched a quarter fly off Sherry's thumb. Jillian called out "Tails!" as it tumbled to the floor. George Washington stared up at us from the carpet.
Jillian kissed her mother and told me "See you later!" as she left. Sherry slowly pulled the glove on her right hand.
"Ready?"
The older woman I wanted to fuck so much was about to give me the knock out I craved!
Sherry kissed the glove and slugged me. Landing on the bed, I was out.

The great thing about sex with an older woman is how confident they are, they do know what they want. Sherry took me in her with the sole purpose of getting laid until she was completely satisfied, which was a long time.
After 1 a.m. Jillian appeared in the room, naked as we were. More athletic than her mother, Jillian had the smooth body of a twenty-four year old. "Come here, Jon!"
She and I fell into a long kiss, that was abruptly terminated by a bare knuckled right to my chin. I remember slumping over Jillian's shoulder.
Like her mother, Jillian wanted a man to fuck her continually. She urged me on like a jockey on a through bred.

I woke late the next morning to see mother and daughter standing by the bed, decked out in tight trunks and boxing gloves. I leaped from the bed, kissing them both deeply.
"No Jon, look at us!"
Both women cocked back their right fists, saying "Nighty-night!" in unison.
I saw them smile like predators.
I came around, hours later, with headache and a black eye.