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. 

Boxing Cousin Tulip

                                          

Jim's girlfriend, Bella, was carried inside the house and put on the living room couch. Three rounds was how long she lasted in a bare knuckled backyard match with Tulip, Jim's older cousin. Tulip wanted to sleep with Jim, but Bella, obviously, objected so Tulip beat her up.

"Bella, sweetheart, can you hear me?!" Jim implored his prone lover. Tulip was standing a few feet away, arms folded confidently over her abundant tits, held in place by a scarlet bikini top. Shifting her long, well developed legs in cut-off jean shorts, she  brushed her cousins head.

"She's out, Jimmy, and I made sure she'll be that way for a while!"

Jim stared at Tulip, very pissed at the damage she'd done to Bella.

"Hope you're happy, Tulip!"

Beneath his honest anger, Jim wanted to fuck his second cousin badly. But he was in love with Bella.

"Very!" Tulip clutched Jim's arm, tugging him away from the couch. "This one's useless, Jim! You saw she can't fight and I know I'm a better fuck than her...let's go upstairs!"

The trio was alone in the house. Jim and Bella were visiting during a university graduation road trip. The last time Tulip saw her little cousin Jim, he was in high school and whenever they embraced, Tulip rubbed forcefully against him and tongued him when they kissed. The embarrassed teen pretended nothing was wrong, but his arousal was pretty obvious. Now just when Jim was legal, Tulip found her seduction plans obstructed by Bella, so she clobbered her rival.

"Outside, Tulip! Now!"

Tulip wasn't annoyed by this delay. It always thrilled her to work over the man she wanted.

                                              

 

In the backyard, a boxing ring had been improvised from old couches, lounges and mattresses.

"We fight till one us sleeps, understand, Jimmy?"

"Yeah, I understan..."

Jimmy came up short when Tulip dropped her bikini top and pitched it outside the ring. The boxing gloves she pulled on were inscribed with "Sweet Dreams!" on the front of each. Jim stood entranced.

"What are you waiting for, put on those gloves!" ordered Tulip.

Jim, eyes still fixed on Tulip's bare chest, grabbed the black gloves Bella should have worn and put them on. Tulip went to her corner, picked up a large wooden spoon and banged it loudly on a metal bucket she clinched in her arm.

Jim had a compulsion to punch his cousin right on the nipples. When he got the chance, he socked both breasts twice, electing an "OHHH!"  from Tulip. Her pain sounded so good to Jim. A hard punch from nowhere clouted the side of his head and Jim was out.

The sky, blue and lined with cottony clouds, was what Jim saw next. Jim got to his feet, not even hearing Tulip's count until he was standing up straight.

"I know you wanted to feel them, but punching the girls is not permitted!" Tulip taunted.

They touched gloves and fought again.

While Jim battled his cousin, he forgot completely about Bella, still knocked out and dreaming in the house. He concentrated on sending Tulip on her own trip to Dreamland. For a moment he wondered what he might try after the ten count, with Tulip spread eagle on the lawn.

BAM!

                                                      

Jim emerged slowly this time, groaning, his face aching. Gloved hands resting in his lap, he sat in a recliner, head lolling side to side. Tulip knelt in front of him and called his name. Jim made a kind of response.

"Mommy...?"

Tulip burst out laughing. "I knew it, I always knew it!"

She yanked him to his feet and dog walked Jim to the large, overstuffed couch that comprised one side of the ring "Ready for Mommy's good night kiss?'

Jim only grinned distractedly. He was already dreaming on his feet of fucking Tulip, thrusting harder and harder.

"Now, the next time I say 'Let's go to my room,' you do it!"

WHAP!!

Jim was out cold for ten minutes.

He dreamed erotically of Bella and three girls he nailed behind Bella's back at Blake Mitchell University. But mostly he had pleasing visions of the woman who had just punched him out.

When he woke on Tulip's bed, he and Tulip were naked. As she stalked across the bedding like a tigress, Tulip described to Jim how sexy he was naked and knocked out. Tulip buried him in her body.

                                                       

An hour later the cousins were dressed. Tulip felt her usual deep contentment after getting laid really well.

"Hey, Tulip?"

Tulip turned to her cousin, smiling as she thought: God, maybe he wants more!

POW!!

Jim's sudden right hook knocked Tulip unconscious. Carrying her downstairs, Jim placed her on the big chair opposite the couch, where Bella still slumbered.

"Bella, honey, wake up!" He repeated himself a few times, gently slapping the girl's chin. Bella stirred and her eyes fluttered open.

"Wha..happened...?"

"Don't you remember?" asked Jim.

"I don't recall anything."

"You knocked Tulip out cold!" Jim said, happiness rising in his voice.

"I..I did?"

"Well, you put each other out at the same time. But Tulip still is still snoozing!'

Bella sat back on the cushion and rubbed her head. "The bitch deserved it!"