It Goes According To Plan, At First

Billy and aunt Judy walked down to the living room area. He couldn't help but stare at the older milf's ass as it swayed back and forth as she descended down the stairs. He felt bad for staring at his own aunt, but he just couldn't look away. She almost tripped a couple times going down the stairs because of how much she had to drink, but she managed to compose herself and keep going.

When they arrived at the living room, Billie started moving the furniture around to make some room for their little sparring match. He got flashbacks to the two times he did this before, as he was preparing for matches with his mother. His body shuddered as the thought of his aunt dispatching him with the same ease crossed his mind. No, he couldn't let that happen.

He was well rested, having taken some time off of school, and subsequently off of boxing practice. It meant that he was a bit rusty, but he was going up against a complete amateur. He wouldn't need to go all out, all he had to do was stay away from her punches and land a few of his own. Surely aunt Judy's drunk body would get too tired to continue in a mere couple minutes. This was going to be a walk in the park for him.

His aunt just stared at him with confident smirks as he made room for them. She was incredibly oblivious of what she was about to do. She thought that if her own sister could knock the boxing champion out with just a couple punches with no training, then SURELY she could at least put up a good fight. In her drunken state she couldn't even fathom that Heather might have had some technique, or that Billy might have trained her well, or that she hadn't been drinking beforehand. Most of all, neither her nor her sister could've anticipated the great equalizer they had, but if Billy's plan worked as intended, that would mean nothing.

As he finished moving around furniture, his aunt walked towards the middle of the makeshift ring, and stood there gloved hands on her hips, radiating undeserved confidence, as if her win was something she considered inevitable.

"Come on _boxing champion, _show your weak old auntie how it's done!"

Billy just stared back at his aunt and almost felt bad for what he was about to do to her. After all, she was just a 40-something woman, standing in front of him, near drunk, barefoot and wearing skinny jeans and a white crop top, comically paired with boxing gloves that she was barely able to hold up in the first place. He was not going up against a confident boxing champion, it was his aunt for god's sake!

But she had to be put in her place. Billy couldn't just roll over and take it from every woman who put on the cursed boxing glove, either allowing them to mock him for his weakness and 'being too scared' to mix it up with them, or even worse, let them knock him out with barely any resistance on his part, asserting their dominance over him and humiliating him in the aftermath. If he let his aunt get away with this, who was next? His other older female relatives? His cousins? Would word spread to his school and cause a hoard of female students to challenge him to fights? Would his younger sister eventually get convinced to join in? No. He couldn't let it reach that point. All he needed was one emphatic win to shut up his aunt, his mom, and by extension everyone else.

He stood with newfound confidence, matching his aunt's energy in front of her as they got ready.

"So what are the rules?" Judy asked her nephew.

"We just keep going until you're too tired to continue. No need to keep track of rounds."

"Hah," his aunt snortled at his comment. "Or until you're laying out cold on the ground at my feet!"

Billy didn't even bother a response to his overeager aunt. He just motioned for them to begin as he approached her.

As he suspected, his aunt was a lousy boxer with piss poor technique and zero knowledge of the sport. At least his mom knew the basic defensive stance because of the times she showed up at his practice to pick him up. But aunt Judy didn't even protect her face. She just left her hands at her sides as she started throwing punches. Billy eased up as he realized how easy this was going to be.

The first couple minutes of the match went smoothly, with Judy throwing lousy punches that her nephew dodged easily, followed up by his own little jabs and crosses, that pierced his aunt's non-existent defenses. They just kept this up over and over and over again. Judy was getting tired really quickly, while Billy hadn't even broken a sweat yet. She started getting more and more annoyed, which lead to even sloppier punches which were even easier to dodge.

He decided it was time to end this. He wouldn't go for a knockout punch, of course not. He wasn't a brute. But he had to put his aunt down on her ass. He would take off his gloves, kneel down by his aunt, hug her and tell her how well she did for a beginner. She would give in and he would help her up, then he would give her some water to sober up before calling her an uber home. Finally, this would be the end of his knockout nightmare. Or that was the plan, at least.