Aunt Judy takes the gloves home

On the drive home, Aunt Judy looked down at the loaded gloves resting on the seat beside her. She had taken them with her as she left, though she didn’t quite know why. Maybe it was to protect Billy from Heather? Her sister had used them to crack Billy’s chin as well, after all. But it felt like the reason was a lot more personal than that… Maybe her reasoning wasn’t even protective of her nephew at all. Ah, whatever. She’d think of what to do with them later. Judy shook her head.

That poor boy… Knocked out by his own aunt. His male pride may never recover, all thanks to her nighttime KO punch and her drunken taunts. Her sweet nephew must feel so weak compared to her, now that she’d totally knocked him out…

She never thought she’d see him like that. So limp. So sleepy. So defeated. The memories she had were blurry, but still so vivid. So powerful. Boxing Billy, her champion nephew - defeated by her. Put into a deep sleep. Conclusively. Utterly. Knocked. The fuck. Out.

God. She needed a shower. And a fresh set of panties. Her sweaty tits were starting to feel heavy in her bra as she drove the rest of the way home.

It was only after Judy got home that she finally opened her phone and, with a gasp, saw the selfies she’d taken the night before of herself posing with an utterly lights-out Billy. Crushed underfoot. Posing above him, making kissy faces and peace signs in the aftermath of her drunken rampage which had left a sad little Billy lying in her wake.

Aunt Judy bit her lip, staring at the pictures of her nephew’s stupid sleepy face. The way she stood so tall over him. And though she felt awful for it, she decided not to delete them for now. What harm could it do, right? The photos, and the gloves, were safe with her. In her house. Nobody would ever know what had happened but her. And Billy, of course.

That poor, sweet boy… He never saw it coming. And he would never forget losing to her so totally for as long as he lived. Judy the wine aunt was the winner by way of knockout, and Billy was the little loser who couldn’t put up a fight. The hot milf was ashamed to admit she felt like a real champion after disposing of him like that. As guilty as it made her, she really felt like she was the one who deserved his belt. Like she’d earned it. Like the only reason it wasn’t wrapped around her waist was out of pity, and as a side effect of their new shared knockout secret. But they both knew it was hers.

She could never look at him the same way, now that she’d stepped onto his turf and dethroned him. Just a couple of sloppy punches to make way for a stunning KO and a deep, deep sleep. She wins. He loses. And nothing would ever change that. From now until forever, there’s one more fact of the universe - that Billy got knocked the fuck out by his drunk auntie with a single punch. That was a part of history now. And, just as during the fight where he’d got his chin clipped, there was nothing poor Billy could do about it. Nothing but furiously wank as he pictured his body going limp and dropping at Judy’s feet over, and over again. Nothing but close his eyes and picture those huge twin jugs he’d woken up to, so concerned and doting over him.

He got knocked out. She had knocked him out. She’d shown him stars, she’d seen him weak and defenceless. She’d made him weak and defenceless. And they both knew it. Nothing between them would ever be the same again.