The Next Morning

Billy woke up the next morning on the couch with a massive headache and neck cramp to top it all off. He had woken up a few minutes after his aunt left him passed out on the ground, wondering what had happened. He started to panic as he saw the gloves on his hands as the memories of the match started coming back to him. His defeat against his aunt filled him with a lot of shame, which paradoxically made him very horny. He struggled to keep his erection in check as he remembered him begging her towards the end of the match.

Billy shook away the memories as he took off his gloves and trudged back up to his room. Unfortunately for him he would find his aunt's sleeping figure draped over his bed. He resigned to the fact that he would need to sleep on the couch that night, not considering the idea of sharing a bed with his mother or aunt, or even sleeping in his sister's room. Even though she was currently abroad, he felt uneasy sleeping in her bed.

Before he went back down, however, he went to grab his phone from the bedside table. But what he saw when he opened it shocked him beyond belief.

His aunt had sent him all the photos she took while posing over his knocked out body. She had also sent a message that was filled with drunk typos, but he was able to decipher it as: "Took a few photos to remember this night. Hope you don't mind. And don't try anything stupid, they're already backed up to the cloud."

He looked at his phone in horror as he realized his aunt had permanent **** material over him. He couldn't claim the photos were faked since she had the timestamps to prove they were taken with her phone's camera that night. He couldn't claim he let her take them as a joke because who would let their aunt place her bare foot on their face for a joke picture? He had no comeback. He would have to spend the rest of his life hoping his aunt was merciful enough not to show the pictures to anyone.

But Billy couldn't help but keep staring at the pictures. He knew he shouldn't fantasize about this scenario. He knew that these pictures would come back to haunt him eventually. And yet he couldn't stop staring. All the world's troubles faded as his mind was overtaken with lust. He immediately got hard again, and he just couldn't shake the feeling. So, shamefully, he decided to go wank in the bathroom.

It's not like he hadn't done it before. He had always fantasized about this. About being knocked out by his mom, his aunt, hell even his cousin and sister. But this was not a fantasy anymore. It had actually happened. He had actually been knocked out by his MILF aunt, and she was nice enough to send him wank material straight to his phone. He just couldn't resist.

He had the very best orgasm of his life that night. Sure, the ones he had while thinking about being knocked out by his mom were great, but he was only going by his memory of the events. But with the pictures it was just something else. After he was done he walked back downstairs and almost passed out immediately on the couch, not bothering to make himself comfortable beforehand.

Billy was torn. On one hand, the torment by his mom these past few weeks and probably his aunt from now on were really getting to him. He had originally only planned for this to be a part of his sex life, only for it to seep into every other aspect of his life. On the other hand, the orgasms it produced were unlike anything he had felt before, and the realism behind that only fueled his desire for it. He couldn't decide what to do.

As he was stuck in thought, he heard the doorbell ringing. He got up and walked towards the entrance, wondering who it could be this early in the morning. He opened up the door and was surprised at who he saw on the other side.