Cousin Donna

"Did you ever get knocked out?"
"Yeah, a few times."
Donna and her cousin Tommy were discussing her love for mixed boxing as they walked toward the secluded shed in her back yard. Tommy, a senior at Blake Mitchell University, was staying with his cousin for the weekend.
"There was one guy I had back here on a Saturday night. I really thought I had him ready to go at the end. I pounded him for three rounds. The he landed a phantom punch and it was lights out for your cousin Donna."
Tommy looked at Donna's well sculpted ass in tight black jeans as they entered the shed and pictured her flat on her back, punched out.
"When I came around, I had to fulfill my part of the bet...he watched while went down on his girlfriend."
Tommy had another instant daydream: Donna servicing Cathy, his girlfriend.
"What about me?" he asked, excited.
"You? You I'm going to put to sleep!"
"You will?!"
Tommy was really excited.
"Yep! We'll be boxing, working each other over real good and then you'll look at my chest a moment too long and...POW!.....you're down for the count!"
Tommy's eyes never left his cousin's body from the moment he arrived the night before. He wanted his cousin since he first noticed that girls were different from guys. Donna was in her late thirties then
just getting out of her marriage to "Cheating" Uncle Ted, as he was known. From that point on, Cousin Donna was never in one place and no one saw much of her. When she did visit, Donna always gave Tommy extra long kisses and told him his eyes could steal any woman's heart.
Then, a week after he turned twenty-one, Donna invited him to the house she bought a year earlier.
"We fight until one of us is out cold," said Donna. "That's your chair for between rounds over there."
"There's going to be more than one round?"
"I doubt it." Donna replied, slamming her fist into her open palm.
Tommy looked around the finished shed. An air conditioner hummed in the wall at the far side of the structure. Donna had a folding chair of her own, directly opposite Tommy's. The floor was completely covered with thick, blue, sewn together wrestling mats. A first aid kit hung on the wall in Donna's corner.

"What happens if I get knocked out?" Tommy wondered.
"I'll give you the ten count and carry you to your room."
 "And if I knock you out?"
Donna laughed dismissively and walked slowly back to her corner, giving Tommy an enticing legs and ass show.

They both put on shorts, with Tommy in a white T-shirt and Donna in the black bikini top she wore for all her bare knuckled, mixed boxing matches. Both came out circling when the automatic buzzer screamed. Tommy could see a lot more of his cousin's tits now and caught himself staring at them like she prophesied. He was the first to start landing punches, body shots only, because he was hesitant to punch Donna in the face. A left-right to his head, that put him on his ass, got Tommy over that inhibition.
He delivered two, pitiless body shots to the older woman, following through with a right upper cut, which Donna evaded. She stepped in as Tommy's hand flew by and slugged him in the stomach.
All the air in his body instantly shot from his mouth, leaving Tommy open to a head shot. Two in a row landed and a wall of black slammed down.

"Five! Come on, boy!"
Through blurry vision and a swimming head, Tommy heard Donna counting him out. Rolling over to face the ceiling and his cousin's evil, self satisfied grin, Tommy organized his thoughts.
"SIX!"
Tommy sat up. Seeing he was fully awake, Donna stopped the count and helped him stand up.
"You want to go on?" she asked, looking into his eyes.
"Yeah!" He nodded quickly. "Fuck yeah!"
He's really horny now!, Donna observed internally. If I knock him out again, he'll jizz his shorts!

As he steadied himself, Tommy looked Donna over again, his aggression returning at the sight of her naked muscular arms and strong shoulders. Most of all, Donna's deep blue eyes radiated the message "Go ahead, do it!"
Sweeping in, Tommy swung three times at his target, connecting on the second and third tries. Donna went backward, giving her opponent the opening to tag her once more.
Donna went out on her feet, standing feebly, eyes rolled up. Tommy contemplated a finishing shot, but Donna toppled over, face impacting the mats. She exhaled, smiled and went completely out.

From the First Aid kit, he retrieved the smelling salts. Tommy was elated that he had clobbered his cousin, a fluke neither of them anticipated.
Donna would want to continue the fight when she woke..as Tommy would, also.

Rolling over was slow process, even after coming completely back from La La Land. Looking up, she saw Tommy, with open phial of salts in his hand. She understood abruptly was she was on her back.
Propped up on her elbows, Donna stared silently at her cousin, revealing nothing of what she was thinking. A smile edged across her face as she stood before Tommy, who felt scared.
"Hold up, Donna, I KOed you fair and square...don't be angry..."
He was retreating across the mats, in perfect sync with Donna's pursuit. Feeling the ropes on his back, Tommy surrendered to the incoming punch which was going to hurt a lot and very likely knock him out cold. An erotic impatience filled him. Donna's eyes were so intent.
WHACK!
The right upper cut did hurt, but only for a few seconds. The image of Donna washed away.
While Donna carried Tommy over her shoulder up to her bedroom, he dreamed of fucking Wonder Woman. He loved Wonder Woman.
Whenever Donna was on top of her cousin that night, the in her eyes, both maternal and slutty, told Tommy she knew what he was deep down.