The Dirty Boy

Gary had been on a tear for the last six months at the Amazonia Boxing Club, especially with the forty plus aged members of the Cougar Clique.
Anna, in fantastic shape at age fifty one, had Gary first. They fucked every night for a week before she moved on. Gary gave her the false impression of being heartbroken, guilting Anna into introducing him to Lynda.
Lynda challenged Gary to a private match at the Amamzonia, with her daughter Cleo along as referee.
By round five, Lynda was unconscious on the canvas. Her daughter was very happy to count her out and declare Gary the winner of the bout. A week later, they had a three way. Lynda had to fuck the man who knocked her cold. Cleo was infatuated with the man who clobbered her mother.

Veronica Mitchell had heard all the details about Gary's encounters with Anna and Lynda and knew instinctively what Gary was after. So she challenged him to a KOs only match.
His appeal was obvious to Veronica. The well built, handsome, black haired graduate student was always poised and ready - either to fight or make love.

Veronica came out swinging in round one, which gratified her opponent because he enjoyed women who were looking for a fight. Punches flew between the two boxers. Veronica seemed to flinch each time a glove connected with her head or torso, getting Gary more and more excited.
This one wants to get laid so bad!, Veronica told herself in the third round. Gary had become increasingly aggressive, trying deliberately to end the fight with a knockout. But Veronica always danced away just as he was piling on the effective blows.
"Know why I dared you to have this fight, Gary?" Veronica asked him. The pair were nearly on top of each other.
"Why?" he responded, blocking Veronica's right.
"I have something I need to tell you! It's really important!"
She hammered Gary twice directly in the face. He fired back with two jabs of his own. "Yeah? What?"
"Gary," she started, smiling evilly. "I'm your mother!"
"What!?"
An electric shock locked him in place.
WHAP!!
An upper cut exploded on Gary's chin. He didn't react at first, stunned by Veronica's punch and even more by what she had just revealed. Reality was slipping out from under the young boxer. He focused on Veronica's gorgeous tits. As a wave of pleasure rushed through his body, Gary went to the canvas, dreaming of the feel of Lynda's body.

For a few days, Gary wouldn't believe what Veronica had told him before putting out his lights.
The woman he wanted to fuck from the moment he saw her was his real mother? The fact that his desire for Veronica had only increased since their match didn't upset Gary. It stoked his lust even more.
"You're not really my mother!' Gary asserted to Veronica. They both sat in the living room of Gary's apartment. "You just sucker punched me to win the match."
Veronica ran her fingers down the side of Gary's cheek and gave him a long kiss. "You see, Gary, I had you when I was very young, just out of high school. I had to give you up. I couldn't be your mother...then..."
Veronica drew even closer to Gary, who stammered, "I look just like my father..."
"There were so many men back then...I sort of lost track..."
No! No! Gary thought as his hands undid the buttons on Veronica's blouse. After pushing it from her shoulders, he kissed her bare breasts, enjoying the smoothness of the flesh. He wanted to stop even as they kissed a second time. But when their tongues began dancing, Gary surrendered.
"It's okay, Gary, you can't help it!" Veronica murmured as they moved to his bedroom. "You're the Dirty Boy I knew you would be!"
They spent the afternoon in each others arms. Gary didn't think about what he was doing, about what line he had crossed. He concentrated on the body that he rolled between the sheets with, the slender, powerful body that often pinned him beneath it. This was the most pleasurable experience of his life.

Gary was stirred awake by Veronica's voice calling his name. She wore her tight blue jeans, but her ample chest was still bare.
"I've got to go, Gary!"
"What!? Why?"
Gary never wanted Veronica to leave
"Because I'm done here," Veronica explained, pulling on her blouse.
"But...but...you're my moth..."
Veronica gave her former bed partner a cynical stare.
"I'm not really your mother, idiot!"
Heartbreak drained all the post coital bliss Gary was feeling.
"Everyone at the Amazonia calls you 'Cougar Bait'! You can't get enough of over forty women. I just told you what you were dying to hear!"
Veronica authoritatively fastened the last button on her blouse.
"And I'm glad I did that, because you REALLY delivered the orgasms....Mommy's Dirty Boy!"
Gary leapt at Veronica with unthinking anger. Her right fist hooked on his chin, knocking the young man out cold. Gary flopped on the mattress like a discarded rag doll.
"Dirty Boy wanted to fight Mommy?" she taunted the unconscious male in a mock maternal voice.

 

 

Monica's Fight

 

That bastard put me out! was Monica's first complete thought when she saw Emma the Ref raising Will's right hand in the air, announcing his victory.

Monica's body refused to move, so her seconds, Louis and Kaylee, helped her sit up. Monica was still seeing stars.

"What...happened..." Monica asked Louis.

"You got decked!" answered Louis.

Monica was trying to stand on wobbly legs, supported by her two friends.

"Will got in some good, lucky shots and you were gone," Kaylee added.

Those last moments trickled into Monica's consciousness. The challenge match between Will and herself was near the end of the round five. Both were evenly skilled fighters, but Will landed a sudden left-right combination and finished with an upper cut. The first two punches dazed the female boxer. The last blow made her sleep.

"This was too early, I told you!" Kaylee was speaking what she and Louis knew was true. Louis had begun unlacing Monica's gloves the moment she sat down in her corner.

"I never even saw it!" Monica insisted, unheeding of Kaylee.

Louis stopped removing the bandages from her hands. "And that's because you weren't ready to fight Will! I've known him for five years and that's four and half more years training and experience than you have."

Louis went silent for a minute, cutting away the rest of the wrappings. "I'm sorry about this, Monica..."

When they first met at the Amazonia Boxing Club, Monica was immediately impressed by how good a boxer Louis was,as he sparred with Kaylee. But Monica held back her emotions until she felt she could trust Louis. When she finally relented and took him to bed, their love making cleaved her soul.
A new energy erupted in Monica. In her following bouts, three of her opponents were knocked out cold and had to be carried from the ring. A male adversary was next.


Despite Louis and Kaylee's objections, Monica publicly challenged Will.


Monica threw herself back into training- running, sparing, rope work. At first Louis was impressed. And then Monica told him why she was working so hard.
"I'm taking Will on in a rematch," she told him one night in bed. "And I'm going to win."
"Will knows better, he'll tell you 'No'," suggested Louis, hopefully.
"I already spoke to him about it, he said whenever I was ready."
"Christ, you are serious!"
 "I am."
"Don't do this. Will is a seasoned fighter."
"And I'm not?" Monica demanded.
"Not yet! You're getting there, for sure. But not right now!"
Louis leaned toward Monica, first tentatively and then strongly, kissing her. His hands gently moved over her bare thighs and under panties. Returning Louis' kisses, Monica was consumed by arousal.
"Okay, no!" blurted Monica, rolling out of Louis' embrace.
"You're fucking joking!" he blurted in return, as exasperated as Monica had been insistent.
"No."
"How long until the fight!?"
"Just a month." Monica read the distress in Louis. "I'm sorry, I don't like doing this. You know our time with each other is special to me!"
Louis' face was a blank.
"I need to win this fight!"
"No, you don't!" Louis insisted and abruptly turned his back to Monica.


Self-denial was hard on Monica, also. Continual training with Kaylee burned off some of the pent up energy, but not enough. Monica's opponents in three matches, Jasmine, Cathy, and Karen, were left bruised and unconscious on the canvas.

"This won't last much longer. The match is the first of next month." Kaylee told Louis, while they both watched Monica punish a heavy bag with gloved fists.
"Yes, I know."
Kaylee knew Louis was unsettled, even as he watched his girlfriend become a better fighter. She suspected he was jealous of Monica's transformation, though he would never admit that. Monica had been a good friend to Kaylee during and after Kaylee's divorce and Kaylee had always liked Louis.
They should not split up over this, Kaylee decided.


"What are you doing on Saturday?" she asked Louis, knowing the answer already.
"Nothing. Monica's going to see her sister in Scotch Plains."
"Come over to my place for lunch...we'll have a beer after."
Louis shot a look of surprise at his friend. "Of course."
Monica might have seen Kaylee affectionately stroke her boyfriend's arm, but she was concentrating too hard.
Louis understood that Kaylee was being a friend and it would only be one night. He always admired Kaylee's ass.

Will figured the rematch was personal. That Monica hated him over the knockout he gave her. Now, watching Monica in her corner, he understood that she was trying to prove herself. Did Louis grasp that?, he wondered as Emma the Ref waved them to the center of the ring. No, he loves her too much.
"Are the rules clear?" asked Emma. Monica nodded quickly.
Will disregarded the question. "Monica, what are you trying to prove?"
Monica felt like she'd been stabbed.
"And who are you trying to prove it to?"
Will walked back to his corner before Monica could answer.

The first two rounds slipped by quickly. Will aggressively engaged the female fighter, keeping her on the defensive, but not doing any real damage. He was testing Monica, as a master probes to see how much an apprentice has learned.
Monica struck hard in the rounds that followed. His battered face and belly taught Will that Monica had changed. Only his ring experience, that told him how a woman as determined and angry as his opponent was, allowed Will to control the battle.
"You've done well, Monica," he whispered to her in a deliberate clinch. "You fought very well!"
He hammered Monica's midsection three times, mercilessly.
"Sweet dreams, Monica!"
Will's right sent Monica sprawling onto the ropes. Before she could recollect her senses and defend herself, Monica took a shot to the button of her chin.
Standing flat footed, Monica heard nothing. The crowd of female spectators screaming for Will to finish her off, Louis and Kaylee's shouts - instantly obliterated. Monica began drifting to the canvas, struggling to stay up as her body turned with the grace and beauty of a ballerina. Warm, comforting blackness cushioned her impact.

Emma the Ref completed the ten count quickly. She was crowded by Louis and Kaylee before she even finished declaring Will's victory. Monica slumbered for three minutes in her boyfriend's arms, until smelling salts brought her back.