Aunt Judy, and she’s wearing the gloves

“Billy?” Aunt Judy asked, peeking her head through the door as it slowly creaked open. “Are you still… awake?”

Aunt Judy pursed her lips together in excitement. Her sister had gone to bed after drinking more wine than she could handle, and Aunt Judy had a fair amount herself. When Heather fell asleep in her living room chair, a somewhat-**** Aunt Judy helped her sleepy sister to her bed and prepared to call an Uber home, when she stopped, eyes catching on the bedside table’s boxing gloves.

Heather had proudly shown them off to Judy not that long ago. The gloves that knocked out her nephew. Twice. Aunt Judy gulped as Heather gave her a full tour of their surface, even letting her hold one.

Now, Aunt Judy glanced at Heather, conked out in her bed. The story had been so exciting. And in her wine-addled state, she wasn’t herself. Aunt Judy put one of the gloves on.

“Wow…” she breathed, staring at the boxing glove now on her hand. It fit perfectly. She threw a few punches at the air, making her breasts jiggle. She had never thrown a punch before, and her technique was terrible. Even if she hadn’t been drunk, the punch was all in the arm, using none of the massive power she could generate from her mature thighs and hips. Still, to her, it felt great, and she giggled, feeling like a powerful woman.

Shooting another look at her busty, passed-out sister, Aunt Judy made her decision. In an excited rush, she ran up the stairs, straight to her nephew’s room. She’d had too much wine to have much of a plan, but she knew that she’d fucking loved the story her sister had told her, and now she wanted to live it. Drunk and eager, she wanted to box Billy. She came to knock him out, wearing those same gloves Heather showed her.

Now she stood at his slightly open door, biting her lip, excited to test herself out against him. Her nephew had always seemed so tough… Hearing about his moments of weakness in front of Heather got Judy so hot.

“Hm? Aunt Judy? What are you doing still here?” Billy’s voice came through, and Aunt Judy’s heart fluttered. This was it.

She pushed the rest of the way through the door and walked in, hiding the glove behind her back. Aunt Judy chewed on her lip and blushed hot, half from eager excitement and half from the wine. As she approached Billy’s bed, she stuck out her breasts to draw Billy’s attention and distract him from what was behind her back. She’d always noticed how her nephew liked to stare at them. Even now, she could see how his eyes stick to them, and she had to suppress a laugh as she gave them a little shake for him. He had no idea what was coming…

“Sorry Billy!” she suddenly said.

Without warning, Aunt Judy whipped the glove out from behind her back and connected a punch to Billy’s startled face before he even had a chance to realize what was going on, driving his head back into the bed he was lying in.

“Aunt Jud-!?? MGH! Uhhhhh…” Billy started, then sighed, slumping uselessly back in his bed. His eyes rolled up as he went limp, fast asleep. Fingers curled upwards at the end of his limp noodle arms.

Aunt Judy’s eyes widened as he slumped, going limp from her very first fucking punch. Sent to beddy-byes by his own mother's sister. She couldn’t believe it… her drunk mind had expected to enrage him into fighting her or something, not to get knocked the fuck out already!

“Ohmigod! Yes!” Aunt Judy jumped for joy, her bouncy boobs moving with her. “I did it! I did it! You're knocked out!”

Her sleepy nephew only groaned as she drunkenly celebrated, his head rolling over in his sleep as he slid further down his bed to lie flat. Put to rest by his drunk wine Aunt and her firm, massive bust. Even without the amplifying **** of her powerful ass and matronly thighs, the untrained arm-punch was too much for his sweet little head to take so soon after his other knockouts. Especially with that loaded glove on her hand.

“You're so SLEEPY!!!” Aunt Judy squealed with glee, grabbing her nephew’s face by the cheeks with her other hand, squeezing with her manicured fingers to make his mouth like a fish’s as she stared at his passed-out face.

She hadn’t even needed to box him. Hadn’t needed to set up a match. In some ways it was disappointing, but in others… what a fucking thrill. She knocked poor Billy the fuck out. In ONE. PUNCH.

“Ha! Some boxer you are, Billy~” Aunt Judy mocked, hot wine breath landing on Billy’s face. She leaned in closer and planted a ruby-red lipstick kiss on his forehead, excitement building in her body. “Sweet dreams, champ!”

With that, she released him, letting his head fall back onto the pillow and dream. Aunt Judy grinned, smacking a hand to her strong, bulky ass, and watching her boxing champ nephew fast asleep. Watching him dream.

“That was such a fucking turn on…” she gasped. “I fucking knocked you out! Holy shit! Yes!”