She Might Reconsider, or Maybe Not

"If you had told me that by the end of the match I'd have my boxing champ nephew begging me to stop hitting him while I straddled him on the ground, I wouldn't have believed you." Aunt Judy was taking in the feeling of superiority she had earned. "Honestly I would love to stop right here and take my decisive and dominant victory, but I am a woman of my word."

Billy just stared up at his aunt. He was too tired to move, let alone fight back, so he just remained on the ground spread-eagled and waiting for her next move.

"I told you that this match would end with you out cold at my feet." His eyes grew in horror as he had forgotten about her intentions. For just a few seconds her unending **** had taken away the memories of his previous knockouts, but as he remembered what was at stake he started to panic at his impending doom.

"Aunt Judy please you don't need to do this I already gave up, we can just stop here." His aunt's smirk widened as she enjoyed the power she had over her nephew. "I don't know, I might reconsider, if you beg some more."

The options were being knocked out by his aunt or asking for mercy, and he had ****. "You win. You beat me fair and square." She was not impressed. "Not good enough," she said in a sing song voice. Billy became more ****. "You're the superior boxer. I'm just a weak little amateur and you're a strong mature woman. You've proven that, please just let me go I'm begging you."

Billy looked up in anticipation. He had given his aunt his best attempt and now his fate was in her hands. Unfortunately for him she had already made up her mind before he started talking.

"Wow Billy. You made some very good points. But this would be a rather anticlimactic ending to the match, don't you think?" His eyes widened as he realized he was about to be knocked out yet again. "Say good night sweaty!" Judy raised her right hand above her head and without any further warning fired a straight punch into his face. This time she connected with enough power and accuracy to put him out.

Billy didn't even have enough time to react. As soon as the punch hit him in the side of his jaw, he let out a soft groan before going to sleep, knocked out by his newbie aunt. His biggest humiliation yet, knocked out at the feet of this milf.

"Oh my god." Judy got a rush of adrenaline as she pulled her hand back and saw that her nephew was out. "I actually knocked you out." She was elated. "One punch? Are you kidding me? I thought I would have to hit you with at least a few before you went out. Holy shit. I guess my sister was right about your glass jaw." She giggles as she remains seated astride him for a few more seconds before getting up unsteadily to stand over her downed opponent.

It was a sight to behold. A 40-something woman standing victorious over the **** body of the supposed boxing champion, too much for him in physical combat. "Holy shit you are not moving AT ALL." She puts her bare foot on his chest and strikes a double bicep victory pose. "I wish there was someone here to take pictures of this, but I guess I'll just have to improvise." She takes off her glove from her left hand and walks over to grab her phone from a nearby table.

"Here goes nothing!" She spends the next couple minutes taking humiliating selfies of her posing over Billy. Some were foot on chest, some foot on face, some with her flexing her right bicep, and some with her glove on her hip. She wanted as much proof of this moment as she could get. She wanted to remember this moment, probably the proudest moment of her life.

When she was done she put her phone away and looked down at him one last time. "How embarrassing. And by your aunt no less! For shame." She stepped onto his prone body as she walked past him towards his room to finally rest for the day. He would have to settle for the couch tonight.