Mother-Daughter Act II by GES A Story of Mixed Boxing You may recall from a previous story under this same title that my youngest daughter, Susan, boxed her fianc‚ and gave him quite a beating on the way to scoring a knockout in three rounds. This happened only a few weeks before their planned marriage. Despite such an ego shattering and punishing experience, the young man recovered and kept the bridal date. The wedding came off on schedule and the two lovebirds settled down. However it wasn't long before Susan announced she was pregnant. Still she came regularly to our place to work the speed bag, jump rope, and shadow box, but in her mother-to-be condition we did not think it a good idea that she should spar. With her on one of these occasions was her husband, and since I was in the mood for a scrap, I challenged the young man to box three rounds with me, his mother- in-law. I was much older than the boy, but I had been boxing some thirty years and I was in top shape. Having seen him box Susan before their marriage I was confident I could whip him. He demurred but Susan chided him a little and he changed his mind. This kid was a real sport. "Hop on the scale," I said, and we found he outweighed me by fifteen pounds. "No matter," I told the boy, "I will wear eight-ounce gloves and you can use the ten-ounce variety." Susan, her condition not yet evident even when she had shorts on, would referee. I opened the first round by going right at my male opponent. He appeared reticent at first but that quickly subsided after I stung him with a few jabs. He was easy to hit and I had little trouble blocking or slipping his return punches. He had learned nothing since Susan knocked him out several months ago. To tire the boy out as quickly as possible I kept the pressure on and made him work. Throughout the first round I continuously jabbed to the head, aiming at his nose, and made occasional forays to the body. He managed to land a few punches on me but these were of no consequence. The round ended and I was feeling pretty good about my performance. In round two I continued attacking but with more combinations to confuse and frustrate him. Near the end of the round I delivered a combination to his mid- section which bent him forward. I then threw a short right that was just enough to put him on the canvas. I stood over my fallen male opponent who stared up at me, his mother-in-law, with a sheepish grin on his face. I stared back giving him my best "How did you like that?" look. Susan ushered me to a neutral corner and whispered, "Cute, Mom, real cute." The boy got to his feet and Susan stopped the count at eight. She asked her lover if he was okay and did he want to go on. He said he was all right and Susan motioned us to continue. For the rest of the round I eased up on the body work but concentrated my jab on his right eye; I wanted to give him a good shiner. I could smell blood when round two ended. Round three started and I resumed my attack. I jabbed to his head and then delivered more body punishment to set him up for a knockout. I wanted to end the fight decisively and firmly establish my authority. Moving to my left I scored to his nose and right cheek with jabs. I then shifted my attack to his vulnerable tummy and ribs, hitting only hard enough to hurt him a little as I did not want to finish him yet. Every body blow I threw would force some air from his mouth and nose, and little flecks of blood began to form on his upper lip. My daughter knew I was deliberately punishing her man but she did not interfere. However this final round was drawing to a close so I decided to end it decisively. I fired a hard jab to the head and followed this with a right cross that drove him into the ropes. As he came off the ropes I delivered a left hook that landed flush on his jaw. The boy fell forward landing face down on the canvas. I stepped over his stretched-out form and went to a neutral corner. My son-in- law wearily raised himself to his knees and then fell back against the ringpost in his own corner. Susan stationed herself in front of him and started the count. With her shapely and attractive legs so well displayed by the skimpy shorts she had on and set off by the neat ankle high Reebok shoes she was wearing, Susan presented a really cute picture as she tolled off the numbers barely keeping back a smile as she did so. This was a very satisfying scene for me as I certainly enjoyed boxing the boy and I took advantage of this opportunity to punish him thoroughly before knocking him down for the full count. But my thoughts were interrupted when I heard Susan say, "You're out!" and she could hold back a smile no longer. Still seated on the canvas and leaning back against the ropes, the lad presented a picture of defeat. His face was red, blood trickled from his nose, his left lower lip was slightly distended, and his right eye was completely and prettily black. He looked just like a guy should after receiving a boxing lesson from his mother-in-law. My daughter, very gently now, cleaned up her husband's face and tut-tuted over his black eye. But despite all this attentiveness, Susan could not conceal her obvious delight over the beating I had just given him. Susan came over to my corner, led me to the middle of the ring, and facing her husband, raised my hand to announce officiously, "Winner, by knock-out in the third round over her son-in-law, my mom!" Maybe it was the way Susan said it, but I was thrilled. My whole body tingled. I had this urge to remove my top, flash my bare breasts at my son-in-law and say, "Look at me, young man, look at this woman who just boxed you to a humiliating knockout. Look at me and cringe!" But no. This would not be appropriate here, he being Susan's lover. Later this evening perhaps, in the presence of my own lover, there should be time enough to vent my ego. For now, I would just savor the fruits of victory here in the sight of my discomfited and thoroughly chastened male opponent. Note: Mother-Daughter Act II printed in Fight Gals Monthly No. 53