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.