Sorry...one paragraph was in German. So here the complete thing in english...
"Jonathan, we need to talk."
When my mother said something like that, nothing good usually came of it.
I was helping cut vegetables for dinner when my mother Jana grinned at me.
"Yeah what's up?"
She continued to fry the steaks, obviously thinking about how to tell me what was on her mind. Her apron bulged wide over her large breasts. Her plump cleavage was heavily sweaty and she had left off the T-shirt, wearing only a bra underneath.
Since my father had moved out a few weeks ago, Mom had never been the same. A weeks-long period of bad moods and depression was recently followed by a time when she went out again, exercised and dressed sexy.
"Surely you remember that I was a relatively good amateur boxer back then?"
You bet I did. I remembered how when I was little she would more often come home with a black eye or cut on her face.
"I can remember. Why do you ask?"
"I've been working out regularly again for a few weeks, and I'm really enjoying it."
"Cool."
"Yeah, and now I've reconnected with an old friend, or rather rival. She suggested we get together for a private fight."
"Okay. Sounds good to me. So how can I help?"
Mom turned to me, crossed her arms and let her breasts pile up in her apron. I couldn't help but gape at her. At 43 years old, she was still very attractive.
"Since your father has decided to screw someone else, I need an escort to the fight. It could get violent and someone will have to take care of me afterwards."
I was startled by her direct choice of words and there was still bitterness to be taken.
"Okay. So I'm certainly old enough to handle the sight of some blood."
Mom stepped from one foot to the other. "It wouldn't just be that."
"Aha....continue."
"Well...so...Saskia and I want to fight topless."
Now my heart started to race and I probably turned bright red.
"Topless? With your bust size? Don't be mad at me but don't women with such big boobs need two sports bras on top of each other?"
Mom came closer and took my hands. She placed them on her big tits for the first time ever. It was the first time I touched her breasts not by accident but she encouraged me to do so.
"Go ahead and touch them. The fight will be erotic and brutal at the same time and I need someone to take care of my breasts as well. They will need some attention during the breaks and after the fight."
I felt myself getting hard and I had to swallow. I didn't understand anything. "Attention?"
"Yes. Oil and cold packs. A massage...."
I cradled her heavy tits and noticed how her nipples stiffened under the fabric. Then she added: "I trust you very much Jonathan and I can imagine that the fight will inspire you very much. We'll probably land a lot of hits to the breasts and I want to teach you that women are by no means the weaker sex. Are you ready for that?"
She stroked the bulge in my pants and I shivered with pleasure.
"Yes...well...why not. When's the fight?"
"Saturday already. Saskia has a small boxing ring in the basement."
I was speechless, letting go of her breasts and barely able to concentrate on cooking. I had so many questions:
"Did you box topless back then, too? Why did you quit the sport?"
Mom was visibly relieved that I wasn't averse and we moved on to small talk.
"My breasts grew three cup sizes after nursing you and Melanie. You can't normally play that sport with an 85G cup size. Plus, I had a lot to do with you guys and hardly any time. Well, and at that time there were already this kind of fights. Dad accompanied and supported me back then."
I listened to everything, asked Mom about old opponents, and the bulge in my pants got harder and harder as I imagined her young and busty in those fights. Finally I excused myself and disappeared into the shower....
Saturday came quickly and not a day went by that I didn't jerk off to my mom in my mind. Despite having a girlfriend, my mom was suddenly the erotic center of my life. It seemed she wore her everyday clothes more and more open-hearted lately. Buttons remained open and her massive bosom almost burst all blouses that she had bought probably intentionally too small.
In the morning she put my cereal on the table and touched my head conspicuously often with her big tits. Then she again left the bra completely away and her stiff nipples accompanied me through the day. She really knew how to drive a man crazy.
We stopped in front of a normal older house and mom parked her car. She had become quite quiet and certainly very excited. I rang the doorbell and a young girl, possibly Saskia's daughter, opened for us.
She was blonde, had a friendly smile for us and a nice plump bust.
"Wow, Samara! You've grown up so much!" My mother seemed to remember her from before.
"Yes you do what you can. Come on in! I'll show you where to change and the ring."
We went straight to the basement and I was amazed: where others had a bar, here was a small boxing ring. It filled almost the entire room. Then Samara pointed to an open door: "There is a shower. You can change over there!"
In one corner of the room was a small sitting area with a minibar. Fresh towels lay there ready and a pair of white boxing gloves.
Mom had brought her own, but she thoughtfully took the new pair in her hands. It smelled of leather and looked very small for with little padding.
"She sure wants to know!"
"Mom will be right down," said the cute blonde. We nodded and she disappeared.
Then my mother began to undress. I undressed as well and watched her do the same.
"Will you help me with my bra?" She turned her back to me and I undid the four hooks of her bra. The heavy breasts fell into the open and instinctively I embraced her upper body and grabbed her big tits without being asked. But instead of protest, Mom moaned loudly and leaned against me. My fingers sank into her incredibly firm and heavy breasts.
Immediately the blood rushed to my intimate region and I couldn't believe how firm her natural breasts still were at her age. Then she proudly turned around and asked, "Do you like them?" Dreamily I embraced them again and admired her huge areolas. My friend Anna could not compete in any way with my mother's horny tits.
Her enormous G-cups were pure perfection in my eyes. "And you really want to box your boobs?" Mom nodded. "Yeah, sure. A good boxer has to be able to punch in there." She rubbed her thigh against my bulge in my pants. "Will you put some cream on it for me? The tube's in the bag."
Mom undressed completely and sat down while I stepped behind her and squirted the cool white cream on her breasts. It looked like a big load of cum had landed there and we both had to giggle.
I started massaging her big tits carefully and slowly with it, admiring her huge brown areola. Her nipples got hard and she leaned the back of her head against my erection.
"Will you undress a little more while you're at it? Wouldn't it be a shame if no one could see that magnificence?"
I was totally confused. "Um....like this?"
"Yes. Your father also used to wear very little when he assisted me in the ring corner."
Mom's thick breasts slipped through my fingers and I had the impression that she was becoming more and more aroused. So was I.
"You're very good with tits. Have you been practicing with Anna?"
"MOM!"
"What? Aren't you allowed to know that as a mother?"
My mother was crossing all the red lines in a hurry and I didn't know how to handle it. So I gave myself a jolt. I took off my pants and also my shorts and stood behind her naked and with a tight boner.
"Well Anna's boobs aren't nearly as horny as your fat tits mom."
"Hmmmmm...thank you my darling. You said that sweetly." She stood up and appraised my naked body and erection. She stroked her fingers over it and finally gently grasped my penis. "So nice and big and hard....." My mother whispered, nibbling on my earlobe, "It's a shame we can't fuck after the fight. It always made me so horny back then that I needed your father several times."
Her giant tits piled up against my chest and gripped her curvy bare ass.
My other hand boldly wandered to her crotch and ran through the short fluffy pubic hair. Her pussy lips parted and I felt her wetness. A soft sigh escaped her.
"Well what are you doing? Jana you are still the old slut from back then!"
In the entrance to the basement stood a mature slender blonde in a kimono and boxing gloves. The large bulges under the fabric, also suggested very large breasts. Behind her stood her daughter in a similar outfit, only without boxing gloves.
"Saskia!" Mom was surprised and turned bright red. She hurried to put on the leather thong she had brought with her and pretend she hadn't just made out with me.
Her rival hingegn slowly approached me and looked at my young naked bodies.
"This young man is about to get a real horny show. He's going to have to scrape you off the ring floor after I break your nose and make those tits my personal punching bags."
"You're still the loudmouth you were back in the day. Your daughter accompanies you? What about Stefan? Did he run away from you too?" She obviously meant Saskia's husband.
"Yes. We've been separated for years. Samara will accompany me for the first time."
Thereupon her daughter took off her kimono and presented us her young flawless body. She wore only a tiny thong and was otherwise topless. Her breasts were plump and large with stiff little nipples. Her look was shy and you could see that she needed to overcome herself to show herself like this in front of strangers. But the fact that I was already naked and with latte in front of her helped her. I liked her body very much, which still had some baby fat in some places.
Her belly was soft and slightly rounded, above her plump ass sat two cute dimples. This sight took away my last hope that my erection would disappear again.
Then Saskia slid into the ring and let her daughter take off her kimono. To reveal a slim and slightly muscular body with huge tits. They stood out plumply from her upper body and had a perfect shape.
My mother now also slipped through the ropes and went to her corner. She began to stretch, bent over and presented her ass to me. "Are you sure your silicone tits can take what I'm about to prepare for your bust?" Mom tensed her biceps and tried to impress her opponent. However, she also tensed her biceps, which were even bigger than my mom's.
"Belle only as long as you can Jana. It's about to get harder with bloody lips."
I massaged Mom's shoulders while her opponent was getting lightly oiled up by her daughter. I said, "Isn't that unfair? The oil will help her breasts slide off the boxing gloves."
"Let her. The bitch will just have to cheat."
The sight of her busty opponent with her now shiny breasts and belly was divine. But she looked dangerous and had obviously trained more than my mother who had only been boxing again for a few weeks.
I leaned over the ropes into my mother's ear, "Are you sure? She looks trained as hell."
"She has the body of a boxer. She's been fighting for over twenty years, after all."
"Are you kidding me mom? You mean she never stopped like you did?"
It slowly dawned on my mother and she began to have her first self-doubts about whether it was really advisable to fight her. But there was more to it than I knew. Obviously it was an old feud.
Saskia's daughter now entered the ring and asked both to step into the middle of the ring. I now saw both boxers face each other directly for the first time. Their big tits touched and the excited nipples of the two fenced their own fight. They were about the same size and age. But my mother not only had the bigger tits, she certainly weighed ten kilos more than Saskia.
"The fight is in rounds of three minutes with a one-minute break. All targets are allowed. If a fighter is down, her opponent must go to her ring corner. She then has a full thirty seconds to get back to her feet. As a knock down, only lying on the ring floor counts. The fight is not over until one of you gives up."
The two nodded and got their mouth guards. Then they boxed their fists into each other briefly and the fight began.
I myself was totally tense and saw the two of them circling each other with their guard up. Their heavy breasts swayed slightly and their bare ass cheeks trembled.
My mother Jana carefully tested with a few jabs whether the cover of her opponent was good. But Saskia ducked down and threw several quick right hands into the stomach of my mother, who then let out a surprised moan. She was panting and breathing heavily as she staggered.
Saskia immediately recognized her good position, delivered a hook into the guard, then another. Mom was visibly struggling to protect herself. Panting, she protected her chin to avoid going down in the first round. The cover below was virtually non-existent. Saskia aimed low and rammed a right hand into Mama's belly button that echoed very dully and loudly through the basement room.
"MMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFF!" Instinctively her arms crossed in front of her stomach and her opponent got the first really good chance for two brutal jabs to the G-cups. Her huge brown areolas acted like targets and her opponent's small hard fists dove deep into her udders and rammed them against her ribs.
SMATTT....SMATTTTT.......
Mom staggered, but did not even moan! The force had pushed her into the ropes and she had the guard back up. Saskia raged at her like a punching bag. She was the fitter fighter, fast and precise. Countless straight punches rammed into the guard, her upper arms and her now strained stomach.
BAPPP...WHAPPP....CLOPPPPP....Saskia breathed heavily as she pranced in front of my mother and thrashed her with her leather.
Then, just before the end of the round she had become too careless and my mother suddenly came with a hard right that hit full on her left eyebrow. PATTTTTTTTT! Saskia's head snapped back and my mother suddenly came out of her guard with a series:
Right hook to the temple, left hook to the chin, right full on the nose!
Saskia staggered back hard hit and even as the bell rang we saw that her nose was bleeding and she was walking furiously towards her corner.
"Wow mom! That was some real action in that first round! Super combo at the end!"
My mother was breathing heavily and her large breasts were rising and falling. I gave her water and also splashed something over her upper body, which remained shiny wet. Her belly was especially reddened.
"She'll be more careful in the next round. She's damn fast and precise. My abs can't take that for long."
"You'll have to surprise her like you did just now at the end."
Mom nodded and I briefly massaged her shoulders before the second round began. Samara had also tended to her mother and given her something to drink, but hadn't applied tampons to her nose. She continued to bleed slightly. The mouthguards were put back in place and we continued.
What would happen? Did Saskia's bruised ego want revenge or was she smart enough to box a little more thoughtfully.
"You little fat bitch really surprised me." Her words were just mumbled as she was already wearing the mouth guard again.
"Shut up Saskia or I'll shut it for you!"
Mom countered and they both had their fists on their hips. With no guard, they faced each other forehead to forehead, furiously ramming their tits into their opponent's bust. Saskia's breasts were big, but Mom's were even bigger. Both pairs were incredibly firm.
"You're supposed to be boxing, not having a titty fight!" Samara intervened and separated the two felines. I admired in excitement the brief tussle of the three busty goddesses. Fists quickly flew again.
SMACK! A right hand hit mom's left tit and brutally lifted the at least 3 kilos of tit meat to her shoulder. "UNGGGGGGGGGGGGGH!"
Furious, my mother countered with two swings to Saskia's right breast. "SMACK! SMACK! The tit flew right up twice and was ripped to the sides.
WHAM!
SMACK!
CLOPPPPPPPPPPPPP!
The two faced each other and covered their massive tits with blows. They moaned, oil and sweat splattering. They wanted to see which one had to protect her bosom first, as the pain was getting too much. And this was my mother. After the eighth or ninth violent uppercut, she crossed her arms over her bosom and bent over, moaning.
Her opponent immediately took advantage of this and brought the leather down on my mother's head as she staggered into the ropes. Still bent over, she didn't see the left uppercut aimed at her face.
SMACK!"OUUFFFFFFFFFFF!" Her head snapped back and she sank to her knees. Her lips were bleeding and red drops fell to the ground. But since she hadn't gone down completely, blows continued to rain down on her head.
BAM! WHAM!
I gripped the rope tightly and had to watch as it sent my mother completely to the ground.
Saskia went to her corner while Samara counted down the thirty seconds she had to get back on her feet. She managed it easily and rubbed the back of her hand over her mouth. "You cxnt!"
She grinned and walked up to Saskia.
The mature blonde immediately went on the attack, but Mom ducked and rammed her right hand so close over the latter's pussy that she lost her breath and yelped. Right in the ovaries!
Her daughter Samara leaned over the rope agitated and her big naked bust presented itself to me.
My erection throbbed with pleasure!
Then Mom followed up with an uppercut to Saskia's bosom, which elicited another scream from her. Both pairs of breasts were by now reddened from the impacts of the leather. Saskia saved herself into a clinch and the fat udders slapped wetly into each other.
Both moaned and boxed their flanks. They pushed through the ring, aiming higher and ramming the leather into the sides of their oozing tits.
WHAPP.....SMATTT....SMACKKKKK.....
THING! The round came to an end.
After so many blows to my breasts, my cum was already rising up to my glans and drops of pleasure were clearly visible. Mom sat in front of me and panted while holding her breasts. The blood dripped from her lips onto her cleavage, but that didn't bother her.
Opposite, Samara had prepared a few ice packs and pressed them onto her mother's shiny, red breasts. I took some oil, rubbed it into my palms and massaged my mother's big tits with it. At first she didn't want it, but then realized how good it did her. I bent over and my hard cock pressed between her shoulder blades.
"You are so nice and hard all the time Jonathan. Do you like what you see? Does it make you horny the way we work our tits?" She turned her head to me, winked, and I bit my lips as I came unintentionally. I suddenly splashed onto her sweaty back and could have sunk into the floor in shame.
Mom smiled knowingly, but the other corner had not noticed. So I took a towel and pretended to wipe the sweat from her neck and shoulders, but it was actually my cream that I eliminated.
Ding! The third round began and both had probably decided to give their big naked breasts a break.
Both fighters went into this round with their bust clearly reddened. Surely by now they must have found the weight of their breasts much more uncomfortable than before the fight.
They tested themselves, aiming mainly at their opponent's face. Concentrated, they both looked for openings in the cover, but it was clear to see that Saskia was better at training. Again and again blows came through in divided mom's guard.
After the third hit on the nose, I heard her groan loudly.
Her opponent kept hitting her head, mom countered with quick rights to the breasts a floor below. SMATTT....Saskia backed away, feinted left and caught my mom with a right. WHAM! Right in the eye! Mom had her guard down in shock, took two hard hooks to the chin and fell into the ropes. Her armpits were hooked on the top rope and her knees had gone terribly soft.
Her voluptuous opponent was alternately pounding her fists into her wide-open belly, sending shockwaves through Mom's abs and making the fat quiver!
WCLOPPPPPPPPPPPPP! WHOOOOPPPPPPPPPF OUFFFFFFF! OUFFFFFFFFFFF!
My mom bounced in the ropes, taking a half-dozen strokes to the gut before two brutal uppercuts jerked her kilo-heavy natural tits upward.
SMAAAACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK! SMACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!
She reared back in pain, desperately twisting away to the side, and Saskia's jab aimed at her face went nowhere. Her voluptuous opponent stumbled breasts first against the rope and her face clearly showed the pain. Furiously, she rubbed her sore nipples.
"Where are you going Jana? I have plenty more."
She pursued my mother and hit her several times in the stomach and breasts before a left hook hit full on her chin. The head snapped back and the guard hung down uselessly as Saskia put all the power she had into a right that went full on mom's nose.
WHAMMMMM! OUFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF! WHAM! Blood spurted from her nose and she went down. As she fell on her back, her own giant tits hit her in the face before her curves stopped quivering after several seconds.
She lay dazed on the floor and I heard Samara's countdown. A glance at the clock, however, told me that the break would save her, even if she didn't make it in time. She rolled to the side with a groan and put her fists on the floor to get up. When the gong sounded Samara finished counting and the blood ran in streams down my mother's breasts onto the floor.
I helped her up and sat on her stool.
After just three rounds she looked anything but good but I wasn't allowed to tend to her bleeding, and probably broken nose.
"Damn.....hmmmmmm...Jonathan.....sorry. I got so bad...."
I massaged my mom's shoulders and gave her water.
"It's ok mom. You were just out for a long time. It would be better if you gave up. You've proven you can still hit hard."
I didn't realize at this point how my words hurt my mother. She was too proud to throw in the towel and was all the more motivated to turn the fight around.
Stubbornly, she wiped the blood from her face and reclaimed her mouthguard. She was already standing in front of the bell that announced round four.
But she overestimated herself immeasurably. She dodged the first few swings, ducked and rammed her fists hard into Saskia's stomach. She groaned, but was fit enough to fend off the impacts with her abdominal muscles.
Mom wildly threw her swingers that swirled nothing but air, lurching forward chasing her opponent. The experienced blonde let her run wild and dodged skillfully. Both were just near our corner when my mother once again hit nothing and fell into the corner.
Saskia countered with a punch in the kidneys and mom reared back in pain. Moaning, she held onto the ring rope, her big tits pressed into the padding.
WHAMMMMMMM! UNGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!
SMACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK! OUFFFFFFFFFFFFF! Her body trembled under two more blows to the kidneys after which she slowly sank to her knees. Her big tits dragged it across the padding of the corner until she slumped and fell powerlessly on her side.
"Mom!" I slid through the ropes and was pretty sure this beating couldn't be according to the rules.
"Get up bitch! Or have you had enough already?" Saskia was salivating against my mother Jana, just waiting for her to get back on her feet. But to my surprise, Samara also came into the ring. She knelt next to me and checked if my mother was still ok. Her bare chest grazed my upper arm and I was torn by lust, but she remained professional.
"We need to help her up. And you mom go to your corner. You know exactly what kidney punches can do!"
Saskia innocently raised her arms and disappeared without a word as we hoisted my mother onto her stool together. She seemed ok, even if the pain had overcome her and sent her to the floor. Suspending the 30 second rule for this round was the least we could do for her.
"Are you giving up? You've really had enough!"
But she shook her head. "I'll get that bitch back!"
We both couldn't believe what she was saying, but she decided for herself.
The round went by without any more fighting and Mom was able to recover a little more.
The fifth round was a real pain for her. She stood hunched over, but raised her guard. I was amazed when they both exchanged short but fierce punches. Alternately they hammered the leather into their opponent's face and I could imagine that Mama was only kept on her feet by adrenaline. She did hit Saskia twice hard on the left eye, but when she countered with several hits on my mother's nose and mouth, blood spurted again and her resistance was stopped. She moaned loudly and forced her arms, which had become heavy, to cover, but Saskia was thus able to work her body at will.
Mom was on the ropes as the leather worked her belly and several uppercuts hit the undersides of her thick breasts.
WHAMMMMMMMMMMMMMM! What a low blow! Mom went pale after her opponent hit her full on the pussy. She fell forward into a clinch, but Saskia boxed her in the flanks and pushed her away.
SMATTTTTTTTTTT!
SMATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!
WHOPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!
CLOPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!
Sweat splattered as my mother hung powerless in the corner and the boxing gloves brutally thrashed her incredible breasts up and in. The big tits crashed into each other or flew into the air before slapping heavily back onto her belly.
Another hit in the face and my mother would have been knocked out. But that's exactly what Saskia didn't want. She twisted mom's tits for the rest of the round and I had stopped counting. Twenty or thirty hits must have been at least and when the gong sounded, the udders were bright red and visibly swollen. The first bruises were visible.
Bleeding profusely from her nose and lips, Mama sat slumped on her stool. She had rested her breasts on her bent forearm and thus at least reduced her pain somewhat.
Both boxers were sweating profusely by now and Saskia's eye was swelling alarmingly from my mother's hits.
"Hit her in the eye again. Coming from the right. Her left eye is swelling shut. This is your only chance."
She nodded imperceptibly, but would she make another comeback?
I was stiff again by now and handed my mother water as I did every break.
The sixth round began and my mother struggled to the center of the ring, exhausted.
She got two good jabs in the face right at the beginning of the round, but took them staggering. The heavy tits rocked both fighters my mother managed to duck under a right-left combination away. Countering with a left hook to her opponent's stomach! SMACK!
Then an attack with a right again to the swelling eye! "AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" Saskia staggered and a cut opened on the swelling. Blood flooded her face and took away her vision. Her wild counter ran into nothing and Mama rammed her fists into her face two more times. Dazed, she fell to the ropes!
My mother was exhausted, but she recognized her last chance and sent two straight punches straight into her opponent's pussy. Crashing met leather on leather of the string! WAPPPPPPPPPP! WHAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPP! The opponent was shocked and went on her knees.
"Hit it!" I cheered my mother on, as Saskia was not yet completely down. She took another swing and rammed her left fist into her opponent's other eye. With a crash she went completely to the ground. Her pretty face looked like a battlefield because of the cut she had received.
This time I counted down the seconds while Saskia's daughter feverishly waited to see if her mother would get back on her feet. She braced herself on the ground several times and partially collapsed again. The blood took away her vision and for sure she was dizzy. Mom was in my corner and full of adrenaline as she had regained some upper hand.
It was a mystery to me how her opponent could stand again after thirty seconds, but she did. Mom walked up to her and immediately rammed her right hand hard and several times into her stomach while Saskia was half leaning on her. The leather crashed into the sweaty six-pack that gave a little more under each new blow. Air pressed out of her lungs and the mist of bloody breath was followed by the mouthpiece! Saskia staggered and leaned on mom who, however, knelt down and aimed for the pussy: SMACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK! A powerful sharp uppercut directly on the cxnt!
Saskia went moaning to her knees, then on all fours.
THING! Damn! The break saved her. That was one hell of a round from my mom.
They both looked terrible for only having boxed six rounds. Only later would I find out why. The tiny and very hard boxing gloves were the reason.
Samara checked her mother, helped her up and dripped the blood away with a towel before taping the cut. A minute was damn little time to get a fighter back on her feet. One eye was swollen shut, the second was just about to.
My mother rubbed the bloody boxing glove over my stiff cock.
"Jonathan I hope you know what I'm about to need."
I had to swallow. Of course I understood what my mother meant.
It tingled in my cock as I felt the pressure and in addition enjoyed the sight of Saskia's legs spread. After three hard hits, the thong had been punched between her labia.
The break already lasted longer than expected and then the pretty half-naked daughter finally threw the towel into the ring. "I can't stop the bleeding."
Mom walked up to Saskia and said, "I want to hear it from you and not from your daughter. Say you've had enough."
"Fuck you!" was all her opponent could get out.
She stood up again and raised her fists. Mom made short work of it, hammering her fists so hard into her opponent's stomach and pussy that she collapsed again after half a minute.
She hung with one arm on the ropes and moaned. My mother had all the time in the world to lunge: I watched her right hand fly in slow motion toward the cut above her eye.
SMACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The left immediately followed to the chin and the force lifted Saskia off her feet! Her head snapped to the side and she first slid between the ropes to then hang halfway out of the ring.
She was KO.....
Her horny sweaty body shone seductively and the sight was divine. Mom asked me to take a picture of her defeated opponent which I did. She posed and put one foot on the fat left tit until the bosom flesh welled up to the sides.
She looked so strong! So hot and erotic! Blood and sweat beaded down on her cupped tits. But Saskia looked much worse. When the posing was finished, I helped Samara turn her mother onto her back. She put an ice pack on the back of her neck while I pressed a towel on the nasty cut and gave her smelling salts.
Slowly she came around. Mom had taken off her boxing gloves and helped us get Saskia out of the ring and onto the couch in the corner of the room.
TBC
