Life goes on, until Billy's aunt visits

Billy woke up in his bed the next morning. He was still pretty groggy, so it took him a while to even remember what had happened - that his own mother had knocked him out again. He couldn’t stop his dick stiffening as the realization hit him - his smug mom had laid him out for a second time, and this time around he hadn’t just let her do it. Sure, she was wearing those loaded gloves, but from her perspective…

His face flushed beet red. She must have carried his sleeping body upstairs and tucked him into his bed. He must’ve dangled in her arms, fast asleep at her fist, and no longer the boxing champion when it came to his own house… what would he do now? He couldn’t challenge her to a third match. And even if he could, if she knocked his lights out again, then there’d be no coming back. Billy took one of the freshly-baked cookies lying on a dish beside him, next to a warm glass of milk that she must’ve set up, and took a bite. It was delicious.

He leaned back into his pillows with a sigh. Had she kissed him on the forehead? Called him “her little angel” like she always did, after knocking him out cold and tucking him into bed, peacefully at rest after having just been so rowdy? What would happen now? For all she knew, she’d just proven herself better than him. And he couldn’t argue with it. Not if he didn’t want her to know about his intentions the first time. Was this the start of his mom’s new tyrannical reign over the house, and over him? With threat of being punched out hanging over his head?

Well, whatever the case, that would be up to her. Billy closed his eyes again and rested back into bed. His head was still aching from having been knocked out twice in just a few days by his goddess of a mother. He knew he’d have to be on the mend for a while now.

Thankfully, as the next few days passed, Heather seemed to be back to her normal sweet-hearted self again. As if KO’ing her son got all of that cocky powerhouse energy out of her system - of course, Billy had no idea how she’d delighted in it after the fact, given that he was on his back asleep at her feet. Dropping her boxing son to his knees was the biggest thrill she’d felt in recent memory, and the scene was the subject of her own late-night masturbation routines now… not that she let him know it. Let alone how many new scenarios with the same sorry outcome she dreamed up every day. Her confident boxing champ, down and out… she even kept the gloves that sent him to dreamland beside her bed, not that Billy ever dared ask for them back.

Heather made him stay home from school for the rest of the week to look after him, which he faintly objected to, but her word was final. During that time she was almost always at his bedside, getting him whatever he wanted, and generally being a loving mother. As if she hadn’t punched his chin into oblivion with one clean smack just days before.

Things were normal for a while after that. Heather even cut down on making Billy do so much housework, ending up doing just a bit more than he was before she knocked him stiff two times. Every now and then he’s catch her with a mischievous, powerful glint in her eye, above a confident smirk, flexing her arm at him across the dinner table. Or she’d roll her eyes up and make a dopey face at him, wobbling her wide ass in her chair as if she was about to knock out and rolling her head from shoulder to shoulder. Occasionally she would just outright poke fun at him for getting knocked out by his mom twice. But those events were all few and far between, and led to nothing more than just the moment of lighthearted teasing of her boxing Billy. Billy felt a bit embarrassed each time she reminded him or mocked him, but at the same time, it was those moments of Heather addressing the elephant in the room that he found himself jerking to each night, no matter how much it hurt his pride.

Everything was mostly back to normal. Save for Billy being a bit less rowdy and having a bit more to wank to, and Heather generally glowing with more confidence radiating from her heavenly body. That was until one day, a few weeks later, when Billy’s aunt Judy came to visit.

Aunt Judy was a lot like her sister - busty, tall, and as close to a goddess as a woman can be. She had the same long, smooth legs, that same round, firm ass, the same substantial bosom that seemed to defy gravity. The whole package. Before his mom had started making fun for knocking him on his ass, Billy had used Aunt Judy as wank material quite a few times as well, back when he needed more than he had at home.

Everything was normal the whole evening - though he’d rather have gone to his room, Billy stayed downstairs after dinner to make polite conversation with the two ladies as they both enjoyed glasses of wine. A short time into things, though, something happened that would end up defining the rest of Billy’s life at home with the family, as Heather’s demeanor suddenly switched.

“Oh, yes, Billy's very into boxing, you know.” Heather said as the conversation turned to what Billy had been up to recently.

“Is that so? Is he any good?”

“Well…” Heather turned to look at him with a coy smile. “He's never lost at his high school club.”

“Oh, that's great!”

“Yeah, it is,” she smirked. “Luckily he has me to keep his head from getting too big.”

"Mom..." Billy started, weakly trying to get her to move on.

“What do you mean, Heather?”

“Oh, it's just we've had a couple of matches too.” Heather said smugly, as she took a sip of her wine and crossed her legs, leaning back in her seat and sticking out her motherly bosom with pride.

“MOM!!”

“Oops, sorry Billy - did you want to keep that as our little secret?”

“How did they go?”

“Both ended with little Billy knocked out, I'm afraid.” Heather smiled into her drink, staring Billy down as she spoke. “I only had to chin him a couple of times before he went down, lights out. Momma's just a bit too much for poor Billy to handle in there, bless him.”

Without another word, an enraged and humiliated Billy rose to his feet and stormed off out of the living room where she’d done the deed.

“Oh no, Billy honey, is someone feeling cranky?”

Billy heard mocking laughter behind him as he stomped up the stairs.

“Was that true, Heather?” Judy asked in an excited voice once her nephew was gone.

“Oh, yes. I sparked him out cold two times. All that boxing training isn't worth a damn against a smack from his momma.” Heather said smugly, still looking off towards the stairs. “I kept the gloves I chinned him with, if you’d like me to show you…”

Hours later, Billy was lying on his side in his bed, steaming mad. How could she embarrass him in front of Aunt Judy like that? She hadn’t brought up putting him to sleep with her fists in days, why now of all times? Aunt Judy was probably going to go tell his cousins about it now too… he’d be the laughing stock of the family if everybody found out his mom had knocked him out twice.

Billy’s ears perked up as he heard his bedroom door creaking open. He sat up to look as the door slowly, slowly pushed inwards. Who was it? Aunt Judy had surely left by now… right? And he would’ve thought his mother had gone to bed as well. So who could it be at his door?