Aunt Judy wakes up mortified

The next morning, a hungover and tired Aunt Judy sat up in bed with a big, cat-like stretch of her mature body.

Oh gosh… she thought. What a terrible dream…

She couldn’t help replaying her stunning knockout of Billy in her head. What had caused her to have a dream like that? It was strange, but oddly exciting as well, even if it made her feel guilty. The whole thing felt so real…

“You're the superior boxer. I'm just a weak little amateur and you're a strong mature woman.”

“I told you that this match would end with you out cold at my feet.”

Quotes from the fight echoed in her head as she looked around the room, blinking her bleary eyes. It was still dark. It couldn’t have been later than 5am.

Aunt Judy gasped in shock, and her heart skipped a beat beneath her thick boobs. This was Billy’s bedroom!

Immediately, the mature auntie jumped out from under the covers and rushed downstairs, her stacked chest bouncing with every footfall, still in the bra and panties she’d slipped into and been sleeping in.

At the bottom of the stairs, she saw her worst nightmare - Billy, lying spread-eagled on his back, fast asleep in the middle of the cleared-out living room - knocked out. His arms stretched limp either side of him, resting on the carpet floor. Each arm ended in one of his own boxing gloves, still covering his hands. Starched.

Aunt Judy’s heart pulsed as she stared at his limp, loser’s body. The body she’d clipped on the chin and sent tumbling to the floor. The body of a supposed boxing champion. Oh god, the body of her /nephew/… She’d actually fucking knocked him out.

“One punch? Are you kidding me?”

“I guess my sister was right about your glass jaw.”

Without a thought to her state of undress, Aunt Judy hurried to her nephew’s side and tried to shake him awake.

“Billy? Billy! Billy, wake up, honey,” the wine aunt pleaded with her limp, down-and-out nephew, gently shaking him by the shoulder with pursed lips and a look of concern on her face. Eventually, he began to stir.

“uuuunnnhhh… what… a-aunt judy?” he asked, half-delirious, blinking his heavy eyelids as his eyes tried to focus on his nearly-naked auntie at his side and the generous view of her deep hanging cleavage she was showing off as she fretted over him.

“Billy? Oh, thank goodness! Are you alright, sweetheart?”

“I- I think so… what…? How did I…?”

Aunt Judy bit her lip, and looked guilty as she avoided eye contact with her nephew. “Sorry honey… I think I had something to do with that,” she admitted. “I-I’m pretty sure I knocked you out.”

Billy’s eyes shot open. “WHAT??!” he yelled.

“I’m sorry!” Aunt Judy put up her hands, defensively. “I didn’t mean to! And don’t be so loud, you’ll wake up your mother!” the guilt-ridden milf switched her voice to a quiet whisper, leaning in close so Billy could hear her.

Billy’s heart jumped as he was reminded that Heather may yet find out that, apparently, her sister had KO’d the boxing champion son as well. Holy shit… was it true? There was no way he got knocked out by her, right!?? Could she really have starched him and laid him out in the middle of the living room like it was nothing?

“I- I guess I just had too much wine last night, a-and I got a bit too excited when your mother told me how she’d bested you two times over at boxing - I mean, just absolutely trounced you, and left you out cold - and I must have wanted to get in on the fun! I’m so sorry, Billy!” Aunt Judy pulled back, peeking at Billy only through the side of one eye, hoping he wouldn’t be mad at her.

Billy blinked slowly, his battered brain starting to come to terms with reality, and slowly sat up. He only now noticed the boxing gloves he was still wearing at the ends of his arms, and realised that his hot milf of an auntie was in nothing but her bra and panties right in front of him. It took several seconds to build up the willpower to stop staring in awe directly at her incredible tits, so close to his own face, and so perfect without a shirt or crop top in the way. The very same breasts he’d stared at for years, that he’d wanked to pictures of from behind a tight shirt or bikini, were now almost bare and right in front of him. And their owner had just knocked him out in a boxing match. Hard.

“So…” Billy started, trying to think of what to say. His mouth started to dry out. “How… How did you do it?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never boxed before. I guess… I must have just punched your chin?” Aunt Judy winced. “I’m so sorry sweetheart.”

“No, but…” Billy gulped. His dick was starting to stand to attention in his champion-colors boxing shorts. “But how did you really do it? What happened exactly?”

Aunt Judy paused, studying his face to try and get a read on how much detail it would be alright to go into.

“You… You knocked me out, Aunt Judy. I have a right to know… how you beat me up… and left me sleeping…” Billy’s body was starting to heat up, and his breathing was getting heavier. His aunt’s tits were dangling right in front of him, their deep cleavage fully exposed from her wearing nothing but a bra on her top half.

“Well…” she said, thinking carefully. “Alright then. I… I suppose I just don’t know my own strength. It can’t have been more than two punches I used to beat you. Maybe it was even just the one single shot, and then you went night-night. Err, that is- got knocked out. Lost. Went to sleep. Um, felt sleepy? Sorry, dear, I really don’t know how it’s most appropriate to talk about this kind of thing…” Aunt Judy blushed and hid her face with her hands.

“It’s okay,” Billy said, licking his dry lips and staring at her heavy, sweaty breasts. With each word of her unintentionally-mocking retelling of his defeat, his face was growing redder, and his dick was getting stiffer. “Just… Keep going, auntie.”

Aunt Judy hesitated, then continued, blushing and avoiding eye contact with her nephew as she recounted last night’s events. “W-Well, before you went to beddy-byes, I-I mean before lights out- that is, before I hit the snooze on you- I think I might have said some mean things to you. Taunts, and the like. About you having a glass jaw, a-and making fun of you after I knocked you out cold. I’m so sorry about all of that, Billy. I honestly didn’t mean it.”

Holy shit.

“And I think I might’ve threatened to tell the whole family that- well, that my sister has defeated you and made you fall to the floor fast asleep as well. Twice. I want you to know, you don’t have to worry, Billy! I won’t tell a soul about any of that! Or about… any of this, either.” Aunt Judy gestured over his floored body with a hand and a guilty expression as she said that. Billy’s dick twitched at the insult, embarrassment flooding his system in the face of the milf who’d put him down hard.

“I really am sorry honey, I didn’t want any of that to happen. I don’t know what came over me. I’ve never even been in a fight before…”

“I-it’s fine, auntie. It wasn’t your fault… I-I should’ve…” Billy gulped, as his eyes caught on his aunt’s panty-clad round ass. When he continued, he did so slowly, staring right at the big round ass he’d ogled through tight pants so many times before. “…I shouldn’t have gotten knocked out anyway. Not when you were drunk. It’s my fault for… losing. To you. I forgive you. For… Punching me out. Cold as a stone. In your first ever fight.”

Aunt Judy smiled widely in relief, and bent forward to catch Billy in a tight hug, squeezing her lofty tits against him.

“Oh, Billy that makes me so happy to hear!”

Billy opened his mouth to respond, but all that came out was an embarrassing moan as his dick pressed into his aunt’s soft flesh, and her breasts pressed against him. He nearly came on the spot, just from her hug. Thankfully, Aunt Judy didn’t seem to notice either the feeble moan he let out or the way his stiff dick was twitching against her leg.

“I had better get going before your mom wakes up,” she said, pulling away before Billy embarrassed himself even more by cumming in his champion shorts in front of her. Even still, his dick tented the silky material and bobbed around obviously.

“Thank you for forgiving me, Billy. I know this can’t be easy, and what I did to you was terrible. Knocking you out so hard you can’t even remember the fight… Even now, I bet it’s hard for you to even think straight, poor darling. And it’s so early in the morning I bet you want nothing more than for me to get out of your hair so you can go back to sleepies again. Thank you for being a big enough man to forgive your auntie for what she did to you.”

“Yuh-yuhhuh.” Billy agreed quickly, covering his crotch with both of his gloved hands and staring at the carpet, not really listening as he focused on not letting his throbbing cock shoot sperm all over the inside of his shorts.

Aunt Judy smiled, and kissed the little lights-out champion on the forehead. The same forehead her punch had banged into naptime. She was so glad the kneeling boxer saw things her way. Then, with a wink, she wagged her fingers in a goodbye wave and headed for the door, still in just her bra and panties as she went out into the dark early morning light.

“Byyyeeee!”

The door closed behind her, leaving Billy alone in the living room. On his fucking knees. Boxing gloves covering his bobbing shorts tent, early in the morning after getting knocked out. As he heard a car engine starting outside, it was all too much.

“UNNGGHHHUUUUUUUU!!” Billy grunted like a dimwitted caveman as his dick pumped spurt after spurt of sperm in his pants. The little slack-jawed imbecile came and came, bucking his hips into the empty air as his aunt’s crushing defeat over him set in fully. Holy shit, he was cumming for his aunt… Her amazing body and milf tits. She’d cracked his chin, and now he was cumming for her. An unathletic, untrained, busty wine aunt. God dammit… She won. He lost. He got knocked the fuck out.