Lessons from Mrs. Frazier

"The important thing, Davie, is to pay attention!"
This was Laura Frazier's advice to David, the oldest son of her best friend, Donna Malone, as they both stood at the center of the boxing ring in Frazier's paneled basement.
David was home from Blake Mitchell University on Winter break and was about to start boxing lessons with the woman who baby sat him as a child.
"I will!" answered David, staring deeply as possible into Mrs. Frazier's eyes. The tight boxing trunks and skimpy top was the least amount of clothing David had ever seen Mrs. Frazier in. He was very horny.
"Now if I'm going to sponsor your membership at the Amazonia Boxing Club after you graduate next year, you're going to have to learn how to fight," said Mrs. Frazier, a member of the Amazonia Boxing Club since her second and most recent divorce. She had been boxing since high school. "And if you're fighting women in a boxing ring you need to aware of somethings."
"Like?"
"Distraction. A lot of women don't fight fair. You might be in the middle of a match and your opponent keeps putting her chest in your face."
"Oh yeah?" David asked.
"Sure. Look here, Davie!"
Mrs. Frazier rested a gloved fist between her generous breasts. David stared.
BAP!
The upper cut clipped David's chin, planting him on the canvas, spark out cold.

Mrs. Frazier inspected David carefully and, pulling up his trunks, she hoped he knew how to use what he had been given. Since puberty, David wanted Mrs. Frazier, a fact she was fully aware of. She always caught David staring at her a moment too long at the town pool. When David expressed an interest in the Amazonia, Mrs. Frazier knew the time had arrived.
"Come on, Davie sweetheart, wake up!"
Mrs. Frazier was gently coaxing David into sitting up as he blinked his eyes searchingly.
"Wha...what happened?"
"You got knocked out, don't you remember?"
"No..."
David was still confused as Mrs. Frazier steadied him on his feet.
"Now one of the fundamental weapons for a female boxer is a right hook...it can be devastating!"
"Really?"
He never saw Mrs. Frazier's right fist execute a collision course with his head. David staggered on impact, instantly out on his feet. As he slept, David dreamed of Mrs. Frazier naked except for her red boxing gloves. The older woman was telling David how much she loved his cock.
"Who's Casandra, Davie?"
The question snapped David to full consciousness. This time his head rested on her bare thighs.
"Casandra?"
"You were groaning her name."
David eventually explained that Casandra, a third year exchange student from China, was his steady girlfriend at Blake Mitchell University. The word "competition" flashed to Mrs. Frazier and was automatically deleted. Plenty of  talk about "competition" had blocked Mrs. Frazier's path to the bedroom before and none of it stalled her yet. 

This needs to move along, Mrs. Frazier decided. She was getting horny a lot faster than she had expected, so she said to David, "Hit me!"
David wanted to hesitate.
"Come on, throw some punches! You're going to have to if you join the Amazonia."
So David launched a few strikes at the older woman, which she blocked, except when she let David connect. Then Mrs. Frazier began ducking out the punches and began flirting-teasing with her pupil.
"Hey Davie, you want me? You always have, right?"
The truth hit David like a brick. He felt the weird excitement of possibility.
"If you knock me out...somehow...you'll be a gentleman, right Davie!?"
David grunted "Right!" loudly and swung, missing Mrs. Frazier.
"But you won't do that, I'm putting you out cold!"
Arousal jolted the college boy, he was never this turned on by Casandra.
BAP!
A mean upper cut chipped David. He stumbled, but refocused.
"I'm singing you a lullaby, like when you were a little boy!"
Two more blows impacted David's midsection. As he retreated, two left-right combinations hammered his skull.
David was falling, drifting, unable to stay in one place. The ropes caught him, propping David up right in time for the follow through.
The ring was now blurry. David could barely hear Mrs. Frazier assure him of how popular he was going to be at the Amazonia. Liquid blackness edged his vision.
Mrs. Frazier adjusted David's chin and gave her right boxing glove a loud kiss. As the fist went back, David saw the same smile, so seductive and loving, Mrs. Frazier gave him at the pool.
 

David saw nothing, but he did dream of an afternoon at the pool.

When Mrs. Frazier, relined on a wide lounge chair, flashed that smile, David walked over and kissed the cougar. The kiss melted into full embrace, with David removing her bathing suit and Mrs. Frazier removing his T-shirt. David felt her lips everywhere.

Abruptly, David woke in Mrs. Frazier's bed, his head spinning. Mrs Frazier in a green- blue nightie appeared. After she kissed David, he decided the pain was worth it.