The Mama Bear

I put the Anderson Sisters on the canvas, completely out cold. We fought during the yearly competition between Blake Mitchell University's mens and womens boxing teams. Like me, Tonniann was set to graduate and Mary a year behind us.

The girls were good boxers, it's just that I was better. When I had them cornered in the fifth and sixth rounds, I didn't let up. A single, perfectly delivered right hook put Mary down. Her older sister had more staying power, but eventually passed out on the ropes during a barrage of my fists. Both had to be carried out of the ring, limp and senseless.

The day after the second match, I was approached by a woman who looked like an older version of Mary Anderson. I was in the parking lot of the Oring Campus Athletic Center. I had seen her in my opponent's corners  at both fights, rubbing their shoulders, giving them water and whispering advice in their ears. All the good that did them.

"So you knocked my girls cold!?" she said to me. I figured she was a trainer or coach from the women's boxing team.
"The Anderson Sisters? I sure did! I heard they were a full five minutes recovering the from the..."
"I know that because I helped them after each fight!"

 When I got a good look at her, I decided the lady wasn't one of the girl's coaches and that she wasn't bad looking. She was one of those "in shape" forty something women, with well-defined calves and biceps. The woman had short brown hair parted in the middle and the round and maternal face of the carpool mother that everyone depended on. In her eyes and lips glimmered with erotic aggression.

"You their trainer?" I asked.
"I'm their mother!" Mrs. Anderson's voice expressed the force I saw in her eyes. "I taught them how to box when they were little girls to take care of bullies like you!"
"Your kids need more practice." I stated blankly. Mrs. Anderson gave me a weird grin.
"You're right, I need to show Tonniann and Mary how it's done!" The smile grew. "I'll fight you myself!"


The next day Mrs. Anderson's challenge was posted at the Center gym. Her first name was, it turned out, Nicole and we were to fight at 4 p.m. that afternoon. I happily accepted. If clobbering the daughters was easy, sending their tiger mommy to dreamland would require no effort at all.

I admit Nicole looked pretty hot in her tight black top and shorts. Tonniann and Mary stood in her corner, all three of them smiling at me like a predator. I ignored that and decided to knock out my challenger early in round four.

"Sweet dreams, honey rod!" Nicole told me as Round One began. "Don't stare at my chest too much!" she added, clear exactly what I was doing.

We smacked each other for the first and second rounds, Nicole's aggression slowly increasing. By round three she had forced me onto the ropes, repeating my stragedy against her daughters. A punch came from the left and I staggered into the corner.
"That was for Mary!" I heard from Nicole and then I was asleep on the canvas.

I blinked awake just as suddenly as I was knocked out. Miki and Abigail, two members of the women's team, were holding me up by my arms. Nicole and her daughters were standing in front of me. All three were pleased at my groggy condition.
"See how I turned his attack against him, girls?" Nicole observed and patted my face with her gloves. "Never let some horny male trap you in a corner...you trap him! You beat him stupid..the way I used to do your father!"
The Anderson girls chipped "Yes!" as they giggled at me. All I could do was look at Nicole.
"Remember honey stick..." Nicole shifted my lolling head to her line of sight. "There's gym strong and there's 'Mama Bear' strong!" Nicole cocked back her right. "This is for Tonniann!"
WHAM!!
The explosion pitched me into warm darkness.that erased all my pain. I heard bits of Miki and Abigail's remarks as they carried me to the recovery room. "Look at the circus tent he popped!" "Will really enjoys this!"

Nicole appeared at my dorm two days later, asking how I was.
"I pasted you pretty good!" Nicole glided past me and looked my room over, her gaze settling on my black eye. "I guess I did at that!"
Nicole moved closer to me. "When I was looking at you all knocked out and sprawled on the canvas, you know what I thought Will?"
"What?" I asked, feeling Nicole's fingers gently clasp my arms.
"I thought:'I can't let him go to waste.'"
"How do you mean?" Excitement stirred in me and I clasped Nicole closer.
"The woody you were sporting both times I knocked you out? No way was that getting away."
"But I beat up..."
"Both my daughters? That is true, but they have to learn not only how to fight, but not how to fight. And call me Nicole."
We kissed and Nicole unbuttoned my shirt.

Nicole and I fucked all afternoon. It was my first time with an older woman. Twenty years older, in fact, and Nicole was a textbook MILF. Her melon-like tits were still firm and her nipples pink and warm. Five hours later, I lay exhausted under the extremely satisfied Nicole, her arms affectionately cradling my head and neck.
"Did you enjoy that?" I asked. Nicole's response was a long kiss. Nicole gently rubbed her tits across my face, my lips sucking lovingly on her nipples.
"Say good night to Mama Bear!"
Instantly, Nicole buried my face in the cleavage of her chest, the smooth skin sealing off my nose and mouth. With no air, I fought to break the bosom smoother. My lungs began to burn and blackness closed in rapidly. I remember Nicole kissing my forehead with maternal affection. "Go to sleep, Will." she whispered softly.
I passed otu. When I came around, Nicole was long gone.


  

Monique

At the clang of the bell, Monique threw off her dressing gown and strutted toward me, dressed only in her red bikini bottoms that matched her raised boxing gloves. I stood flat footed, a few paces out of my corner, staring at Monique's full breasts.

Monique was a beautiful black woman, who had been a body builder for ten years. "Hey there!" she whispered to me, a few inches from my face.

Her voice was soft, with Caribbean accent I couldn't identify. When her red lips formed a smile, her liquid brown eyes fixed me in place. She brought her right glove right up to my face.

"Kiss my glove, Eric!" Monique breathed at me. "Do it, come on now!"
I pressed my lips  to the yielding leather of the boxing glove, savoring the hard presence of Monique's fist inside. I obeyed her before I thought of what I was doing.

"Good boy," she said, mushing the glove on my face a few times. I let out a moan of pleasure. "You liked that, Eric!" Her eyes appraised me. "Now its time for sleep, honey stick!"
WHAP!!

A swirl of white stars followed Monique's right hook to my jaw. I heard a thudding crash which was my body hitting the canvas. I was spark out cold.


Five minutes later I woke up in the recovery room of the Amazonia Boxing Club. Through the smeared murk of my vision, I saw Emma the ref peering down, calling my name.
I wanted to answer immediately, but the haze took time to drain off. Emma was my buddy Wes' girlfriend and, looking at her pretty face and big tits, I wondered if she ever fucked other guys. An acrid smell jolted me awake: Emma passed smelling salts under my nose.

"What happened?" I asked.

"Monique punched you out!" Emma said. "You can be such a stupid horn dog, Eric."
Emma waited until I was completely conscious to tell me Monique's message. "You should meet her," Emma added. "Eventually she's going to fuck you."

"Oh yeah? She nearly broke my jaw!"

"I mentioned that to Monique. She didn't seem concerned."
I imagined Monique's voice saying she didn't care if I was injured and I got turned on.

"Monique takes her time with guys, puts them through their paces. But once she decides she's in love, she stays that way." Emma told me.

That Saturday Monique and I had dinner at my place. After some wine for desert, Monique asked to see my bedroom. "That's quick!" I told myself, more pleased than surprised.
Monique examined the contents of my bookcase. "You read all this?" She asked.

"Yep."

"You're a smart boy. I like that in a man. This is getting better and better!"

WHACK!!

In one swift upward motion, Monique hammered her clinched fist against my chin. I toppled forward in a KO daze and Monique caught me. Sitting me on the edge of the bed, Monique effortlessly stripped off my cloths as I sighed and my eyes slowly blinked open and shut. I felt her hands shove me on the bed and then begin to fondle my cock A convulsive thrill jolted me awake.

"Very nice, Eric! A whole ,load on the first toss!"
Monique was seated by my hips, starting to jerk me off again. I made a few sounds of paltry resistance and gave into the pleasure of her stroking.
After the fifth devastating orgasm, I was zonked. Monique released my still semi-erect penis and grabbed the duffel bag she'd brought with her. Out came a red boxing glove, that she fitted on her right hand.

"Say night night, Eric!" purred Monique as she padded across the bed to my shoulders.

BAM!!

Her fist slammed my chin again, much harder. I saw an explosion of pinwheels and then Monique pulling her duffel bag over her shoulder while she strided slowly out of the room and I was sound asleep.