Aftermath

Heather, Aunt Judy, and the cousins sat down on the couch. Only one of the four didn’t know that, just a few feet away, a knocked-out Billy was having a nice deep sleep. “Pulling weeds” indeed.

As they put on a movie to watch and ate their bowls of pudding, Miranda and Rachel were unusually quiet. Miranda was always a bit reserved, but this was different. They both kept looking at their mom when they thought she wasn’t looking back, as if trying to figure something out. Had they really just seen that?

As the movie went on, and one hour passed before turning into two, Aunt Judy slowly began to sober up. At the two hour mark, she was still tipsy, but not full-on drunk off red wine anymore. And the more sober she got, the more her confident demeanor on the couch faded. The more her heart picked up speed with panic as she realized that Billy was still out lying in the grass fast asleep after his knockout.

Towards the end of the movie, Aunt Judy suddenly stood up.

“I’ll go see how Billy’s doing in the dirt,” she said quickly. Rachel and Miranda’s ears picked up, while Heather just lazily turned her head.

“Bring him a bowl of the pudding, would you? It’s his favorite.”

Growing more and more flustered, Aunt Judy took a bowl of pudding from the kitchen and speedwalked into the garden, holding the bowl in front of her chest in both hands. The hands that had chinned Billy. As she turned the corner she saw him still lying dormant in the grass, wearing just his boxing gloves and underwear, peacefully asleep. She rushed to kneel by his side, setting the pudding down in her lap to shake him awake.

“Wake up,” she whispered hurriedly. “Wake up! Oh, Billy honey, I’m so sorry…”

Billy began to slowly come to, jaw opening and closing a few times and eyes blinking the tiredness away.

“…h-huhh? Whazzat…?” he asked, weakly lifting his head from the ground. He was still visibly out of it. Aunt Judy cringed as she realized just how much of a number she really did on her boxing champ nephew.

“Shhh!” She hushed him. “Quiet, Billy, the others might hear you… I’m so sorry sweetheart…”

“Wh-what? What did you-?”

“I knocked you out.” Judy cut him off. Billy froze in shock. A blush started to come to his face, and his dick started to harden in his boxer shorts.

“Cold,” she continued. “I knocked you out cold again. Billy, I’m soooo sorry honey, I don’t know what came over me!”

“Y-you…? You…?”

“Oh, right. The details. You want to hear them again, right? Like last time?” Aunt Judy asked. Billy could still smell the red wine on her breath. Had she really defeated him in another fight?

“Well, we were fighting, and you had a bit of a stumble, which I used as a chance to smack you in the chin again. I just thought since it was how I beat you last time, it would be a good idea.”

Billy’s cock was rising as his mind panicked and tried to come to terms with this all.

“Then you staggered around until you fell over. And that was it. I didn’t need to hit you a second time.” Aunt Judy finished. “Billy, I am sooooo sorry. I really shouldn’t have made you fight me again. But… look!”

Aunt Judy lifted the pudding bowl from her lap with both hands, holding it out for Billy to see.

“It’s your favorite!”

“…Thanks, Auntie.” Billy said quietly. Aunt Judy smiled as she handed him the bowl and spoon, and he began quietly eating from it.

Aunt Judy knelt by his side with a loving smile, petting his head and moving his tousled hairs neatly back into place as her sleepy nephew ate his favorite pudding. He was still just in his underwear, now having taken off the gloves. He didn’t have the presence of mind to go get his clothes just yet, or object to Aunt Judy’s doting behavior.

What the fuck had happened? She really knocked him out again, huh? The last thing he remembered he was winning. She was tired. Her full chest was heaving with every breath. But he guessed it only takes one.

Fuck.

Now Judy had apologized again, all lovingly and sincerely, and was taking care of him. Back to normal. But what the fuck? Would she swap back to the knockout milf again at some point? And then what would he do?

“Aunt Judy…” Billy said, setting down the pudding as he sat in the grass. He looked into her caring, apologetic eyes. “Could I please have the boxing gloves back?”

Aunt Judy hesitated, taking her eyes away from his.

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea honey. I feel dreadful for doing this to you, but… If you take them home, won’t your mom just use them on you again?”

Billy’s dick twitched. Fuck. He forgot she knew all about that.

“She already knocked you out twice…” Judy pursed her lips.

“Aunt Judy… So have you…” Billy weakly argued. A wave of guilt came over his aunt’s face. “And I won’t be keeping them. I want to get rid of them.”

Aunt Judy looked surprised. “But why?” She gasped. “They’re so wonderful! And aren’t boxing gloves expensive?”

“It doesn’t matter.” Billy shook his head. “I just want them gone.”

Aunt Judy paused to think for a bit. Billy ate another spoonful of pudding.

“Well, if you think it will stop you from getting knocked out, alright.” She said at last. “I’ll get rid of them for you. I’ll throw them in the trash tonight. That way Heather won’t have a chance to get her hands on them and have another boxing match with you.”

Billy didn’t like the idea that Judy seemed to think he needed protecting from any big-boobed momma with a desire to box, and he wanted to argue further, but he could tell that this was the best he would get from her.

“Tonight?” He asked.

“Tonight.” Judy nodded with a cheerful smile.

Aunt Judy lifted her arms high up in the air.

“Yaaayy! The knockouts are over!” She celebrated, tits shaking, trying to cheer her nephew up. He couldn’t help but smile a bit. And feel his dick get harder as he stared at the chest of the milf who had taken his mind away.

Later that night, Billy got dressed and came inside with Judy. He still felt ashamed at his loss, and not like very much of a man as he hunch-walked next to the proudly-standing-tall Aunt Judy. He was anxious about the gloves, but at least hopeful that he’d been chinned for the last time and she would hold up her end. After going 0-4 against milfs with an advantage, he was finally retiring.

Shortly after that, him and Heather left for home. Billy noticed the way Rachel and Miranda were acting weird on his way out, avoiding looking right at him, but he had other things on his mind. It was strange though, since Rachel was normally chatty with him, trying to get the most out of their time before he would leave. And he felt like Miranda kept flicking her eyes to him, sizing him up. Like she was thinking about something.

Billy looked over his shoulder as he left, before the door closed. Normally his aunt and cousins would be waving him off, but today his cousins were just looking at the floor with red faces as Aunt Judy waved a happy goodbye to them both.

“Byyyyeeee!!” The tipsy goddess called out ditzily. When she caught Billy looking, Aunt Judy brought a long finger to her ruby lips with a wink. As if to say, “Don’t worry Billy, it’ll be our little secret. Our secret that I’ve knocked you out cold twice now.”

But it wasn’t. Not anymore. And Billy’s number of knockout losses would only grow as time went on. Poor thing.