Heather comes home

Just then, Miranda heard a car pull into the driveway. Oh no! Heather was back, and Billy was still **** on the floor.

All of the confidence drained out of the suddenly-nervous young girl’s body - to return again later, no doubt, once she was out of this difficult situation. But for the moment, Miranda was fighting a small panic.

She didn’t want Heather to know that Billy had been knocked out. Miranda liked Billy, and he had been doing this whole boxing lesson as a favor to her. She didn’t want to embarrass him by making this shocking outcome known. Let alone the… Events that came afterwards. Miranda was much too shy for that.

Besides that, Miranda worried that she would get in trouble. What would Aunt Heather do, if she learned that Miranda knocked out her son? Would she be mad? Would Miranda be banned from visiting? Oh no…

“Cmon cmon cmon…”

Miranda desperately worked to wake Billy up, shaking his limp body with both hands. Thankfully, between how much time he’d already had to “sleep it off” and Miranda’s panicked efforts, he came to just in time.

“Hmmm…?” Billy stirred, drowsily, as his cousin shook his strong upper body.

“Hey, I’m home,” Heather’s voice came casually through the house, as the front door opened and closed behind her. “How’s everything going?”

“Guhhh…” Billy groaned, his sharp mind hazy and dulled. “Ooouuhh… M-Muh-Miran…da…?”

“Everything’s great, Aunt Heather!” Miranda called back in an obviously nervous tone. Then, in a quieter voice, she turned to Billy to explain everything to him.

“What…?”

“Quiet, Billy. I knocked you out,” Miranda began hastily. Her quick explanation almost sounded like an uncharacteristic command, and a threat. “I punched you in the chin and you just… Kadoonk!”

Miranda mimed falling over with her hands.

“But Aunt Heather’s back now and she’s nearly here so you have got to pull it together. Okay?” Miranda said, desperately. “Is there anyway I can help? How do you undo getting punched in the chin? Maybe if I massaged…?”

“There you two are!”

Heather’s voice startled Miranda, and she quickly pulled her hand back. Her outstretched fingers had been slowly reaching towards Billy’s chin of legend just before, but now she hid it behind her back, as if Heather might get suspicious just seeing it. Like she might think it looked weirdly like a hand that had punched a champion’s chin in.

“O-Oh, Aunt Heather!” Miranda’s face was beet red as she hid her hand behind her back.

“What are you two doing on the floor?” the goddess of a milf asked, inquisitively.

“Oh, that’s… I, uhh… We just…”

“We were just doing some p-post-workout stretches,” Billy interjected, gathering his wits enough to recognize how bad it might be to let the truth out.

Miranda jumped on his excuse.

“Y-Yeah!” she said. “Billy was showing me how to relax! He’s like a zen master!”

With the defense hastily established, Miranda breathed a sigh of relief. The shy girl did not do well in stressful situations.

Over the next few minutes, Billy pulled himself up and flopped down onto the couch. He was mostly recovered by now, at least physically and mentally, but she shame still loomed over him. Had he really just been knocked out… By Miranda?

For her part, with the boxing done and Aunt Judy home, Miranda made her exit shortly after. Awkward and embarrassed, she left Billy alone with his mother. Waving a quick goodbye to a goddess-bodied milf, and a washed up boxing champion. Feeling anxious, but secure that she had effectively covered up her incredible chin punches. Hidden the way she’d touched him just right.

How she had managed to get her nooby hands all the way through to her target, she wasn’t sure. Maybe he just wasn’t as good at defending his chin as he thought he was?

Either way, it would only be a matter of time before the confidence and thrill of knocking out her big strong cousin returned. It was a successful outing indeed.

With a pleased sigh, Heather dropped herself down onto the couch beside Billy. Still mentally reeling from the discovery that Miranda, of all people, had knocked him out, he allowed himself a short glance at his mother’s impressive bouncing bust as she settled into the soft cushions.

“Did… Did you get Aunt Judy home okay?” he inquired, as his mother stretched out like a purring cat beside him.

“Oh, yes,” Heather nodded. “She’s safe and sound in bed, sleeping off the last of her wine from last night.”

“Mm. That’s good.” Billy mumbled, remembering last night all too vividly.

“You know, she kept telling me this same story,” Heather said, turning her head to regard her athletic son seated beside her. There was a glint of something in her eye, that Billy didn’t recognize. “About how she knocked you out in one punch. She really emphasized that point. She kept repeating it. ‘One punch!’. It was pretty silly.”

Heather reclined, comfortably on the couch, sticking out her impressive bust and unknowingly drawing Billy’s eye to it once more.

“I think she might have had quite a vivid dream, after hearing my stories about the times that I knocked you out. Between that and the wine… It seems like she really believes it, too. Can you imagine?”

“O-Oh… Yeah, that’s weird…”

Heather purred a satisfied sound, finishing her stretch and turning to Billy with her face leaning on her hand. Her athletic, strong son couldn’t help but look right down her top as she asked him the next question, now sitting sideways to face him properly.

“So? How did it go with Miranda?” Heather asked.