Aunt Judy gets drunk around Billy again, and the cocky milf comes back out

After about a week, the day finally came that Billy had been dreading. The day he would have to see Aunt Judy again.

Billy and his mom were visiting her house for dinner tonight. He never even had a chance to get home from school and prepare himself for the encounter - he was picked up straight from boxing training by his mom, before the two drove to Aunt Judy’s.

The car ride was quiet. Billy’s heart was pounding. He hadn’t seen her since she was fawning over him apologetically, stripped down to her bra and panties, after knocking him out with a single punch. After proving her primal dominance. He had no idea how this was going to go, seeing her again now that the dust had settled.

Aunt Judy and his cousins happily greeted him and Heather at the door, welcoming them into their home with seemingly genuine happiness and no hidden motives. Soon enough, the family all sat around the dinner table and made conversation as they ate. It was awkward at first, Billy squirming in his seat and avoiding eye contact with his gorgeous milf auntie, the knockout artist. But after a few more minutes, Billy realised that no surprise was coming, and things slowly settled into something close to past normalcy. He almost even relaxed as he glanced around the dinner table.

His cousin Miranda was shy and not talkative, as usual, but happy to listen. She was a very clever girl, but a bit anxious and reserved. His other cousin Rachel was her polar opposite, an outgoing tomboy who was great at soccer and sometimes found herself in fights with school bullies. She looked like her normal self today, too. Everybody just seemed happy to just be chatting and eating together, and nobody said or did anything that gave Billy even a hint that they knew about his recent losing streak, or intended to try extend it. Billy breathed a sigh of relief.

What was he worried about? He didn’t have to be afraid anymore. The gloves had been gone for over a week now, and nobody seemed interested in bringing up the past. It was over. The knockouts were finally over.

Across the table, his Auntie was back to her usual bubbly self, generous tits bouncing with beautiful laughter as she listened to a story about Rachel’s run-in with a school bully today. She was nothing like the smug dominant woman who had challenged and beaten him a week ago, or even like the quietly excited woman who had heard about him getting knocked out by his mom. Who had relished in the story of her powerful sister cold-cocking her own firstborn son in a pair of boxing matches. She was just back to normal. And why wouldn’t she be? Even the morning after it all happened, Aunt Judy had felt awful for knocking him out, and it was clear that nobody else even knew it had happened but her. Only Aunt Judy and Billy knew that she had sent him into la la land with a clean shot to the chin. Even the other goddess of a knockout artist at the table didn’t know about it.

His own mother, Heather, had knocked him out twice, but that was a long time ago now. And with the gloves gone from his life that was just a memory. Yes, it was over. All that was left was the private teasing from his mother, his shared secret with his aunt, and his beautiful memories of his two favorite milfs putting him to sleep. Things could go back to normal. Or at least, that was what Billy had thought. How wrong he was to let his guard down.

Billy relaxed and eased back into both the conversation and the family dynamic, telling a story about the sparring match he had won today at the club, keeping him #1 in the rankings. Talking about his boxing success was just another step to regaining his confidence in himself. He enjoyed the way his cousin Rachel looked at him in awe when he talked about his successful boxing training, as she always did, and decided to focus on that instead of the way his mom was smirking at him with a cocked eyebrow that said “Oh really?”

Rachel had always idolized him, and was always interested to hear about his exploits at the school boxing club. The tomboy young woman really looked up to her big strong cousin. Billy was actually one of the only members of the family she actually got on with, and she was so happy anytime he and Heather came to visit. Rachel was always so excited any time she was actually able to go and see one of his matches, all of which had naturally ended with him as the clear winner. She must have thought he was unbreakable. In a way, he was her hero.

Aunt Judy’s face flushed with heat as Billy told the story, and she gulped down another glass of red wine, trying to avoid meeting his eyes. She didn’t want to put poor Billy off from telling his story, especially when Rachel was so eager to hear about it. But hearing him talk about dominating some young stud in the boxing ring, just one week after she’d laid him out on his own living room floor, was getting her all hot and bothered. Was he really #1, when she’d put him out cold? By the time dinner was done, Aunt Judy had drank a lot of wine, and it had the desired effect of making her anxiety vanish.

“I’ll clean up.” Miranda said, standing up and taking everyone’s plates.

“Thank you Miranda, I’ll come help too.” Heather stood from the table and helped her niece carry the dishes to the sink, leaving just Billy, Rachel, and Judy sitting at the table.

Rachel looked at Billy with a grin.

“Hey, when are you going to get another knockout?” Rachel asked eagerly, leaning forward in her chair. “It’s been a little while, hasn’t it? You need to show those guys who’s boss!”

Billy smiled.

“We’ll see, Rachel. A lot of those guys are my friends, I don’t want to hurt them if it’s not a real match.”

“Oh. Does getting knocked out hurt? More than a normal punch?” Rachel frowned in confusion.

Billy smiled awkwardly, and tried to avoid shooting his eyes over to Aunt Judy. “I, uh… I wouldn’t know.”

Aunt Judy’s eyelids were heavy, and she was swaying slightly in her chair. She had drank way too much. She’d gone right past tipsy, she was drunk. Almost nodding off in her chair. But something in the conversation brought her back to life.

“Billy…” she slurred her words, lifting her head. Billy and Rachel both turned to her. “Need you… f’low me…”

With that, she stood from the table, and began drunkenly swaying down the halls of the house. Rachel and Billy shared a look, and then a shrug. Billy stood up from the table to follow her, trying to keep his face from blushing at the near mishap the conversation had had. He wasn’t worried about Aunt Judy now that she was taking him somewhere away from Rachel’s ears, though. Sometimes she had him help with changing lightbulbs or building new furniture, so it could be something like that.

Aunt Judy led him away into the laundry room. Once inside, she closed the door behind them and spun around to face Billy, her huge tits swaying with the motion. Her top was on a bit lopsided at the moment. A cheeky smile began to form on her face.

“A-Aunt Judy?” Billy asked, starting to feel a bit nervous now that it was just him and her. “What’s going on?”

“Heeeeeyyy Billy,” she smirked. He could smell the red wine on her breath, and her face was slightly flushed. “I was jus’… Thinging ‘bou the last time I saw you…”

Billy gulped, struggling to keep his eyes away from her wide hips and bulging bust. Those massive breasts she had were really something, and with the lopsidedness of her loose top, their deep cleavage was in plain view. She was gorgeous.

“… When I knocked you ou’…” she continued, her smirk growing.

“I already said it’s okay Auntie.” Billy stammered out a response. “You didn’t… Mean to…”

“Yeeesssss…” Aunt Judy said, closing her eyes and smiling as if replaying the scene in her mind’s eye. “Yeesss I did. And you couldn’t shtop meee…”

Billy did a double take. “What?”

“I put you out…” she cooed. “I punched you out, you lil’… lil’ glass-jaw. I fucking put you to sleep. And it felt great.”

She rolled her head around, as if in a pleasant dream. “And hearing all of those stories from your club…” Aunt Judy opened her eyes on him again. There was something new behind those eyes. A fire. A hunger. Billy gulped.

“Your Auntie wants more. I want to show you who’s boss.”

Billy was scared now. Fuck, he was actually scared. Here she was, some barely fit, untrained milf, threatening to knock him out in a back room of her house - and he was actually scared of her. Why? He… He was a boxing champion. He was a star athlete. Those loaded gloves had been gone for days, and without them, she had nothing over him, especially not drunk like this. Even if Billy could feel his heart racing with fear and adrenaline, even if Aunt Judy had reverted to the cocky drunk goddess that had knocked him out on that fateful night… She couldn’t do it again. She wouldn’t sleep him bareknuckle. He knew that. So why was he so afraid?

Billy raised his arms disarmingly.

“I think you’ve had a bit too much to drink, Auntie,” he said slowly and cooly. “I won’t fight you. Come on, let’s go back to the dining room and…”

“Bullshit.”

Billy jumped. “What?”

“Bullshit. You’re scared, aren’t you?” Aunt Judy grinned a terrifying grin as she realized it was true. “You’re scared of me.”

“I’m- Im not…”

“Yesss… Yes you are~~”

“I won’t fight you, Auntie.”

“Oh, come on, you sore loser.” she mocked, slurring her words “Scared you’ll get put to sleep again?”

“I-“

“Pussy.” Aunt Judy mocked the boxing champ, shoving him with one arm. “Come on. Wanna get knocked the fuck out again?”

Billy couldn’t take this. He couldn’t let his sexy aunt bully him, taunt him, threaten him. No hourglass milf was going to say she could knock him out so confidently, not anymore.

“Auntie, stop!”

In a flash, Aunt Judy’s arm snapped out. Her fist jabbed at him playfully, but hard. She had hit his chin before he could react. Though it hurt, thankfully the world didn’t go white in that moment and Billy’s legs remained steady. He wasn’t even woozy. It was just a normal, sloppy punch. But the psychological damage was far stronger, as Billy’s heart dropped.

She caught him. Right on the chin. It was the exact same spot she’d hit him in before, when she put him to sleep on the floor. His naptime weak spot. His snooze button. If she had been wearing the gloves, he would have just got knocked out, right here and now.

Shocked, he looked up to his Auntie’s face, and the arrogant smirk which covered it now. She leaned forward, breasts dangling and hands on her hips, almost shoving her cleavage in his face. With that jab, she’d confirmed something to herself, which she now shared with her nephew.

“You’re not very good, are you dear?” she teased. Billy didn’t respond, just holding a hand to his chin in pure shock and fear as he processed what had almost just happened. Seeing this, Aunt Judy let out a small laugh. “You really are scared of me, huh?”

“A-Aunt Judy, I think we should…” Billy stammered with an unsteady voice.

“Bok bok bok! Chiiicken! Chicken chicken chicken!” Aunt Judy was having a grand old time, flapping her arms like a chicken and strutted around the laundry. It only made Billy’s heart sink further. “Chicken went night-night from his big scary Aunt!”

It wasn’t true, it wasn’t… But what was he supposed to do? Hit her? Hit his 40-something aunt, while she was drunk? While they weren’t even having a boxing match? That would only make him more of a coward. More of a little bitch. But he had to prove it to her somehow… He couldn’t let her think she was right when she sobered up!

“You know…” Aunt Judy stopped her chicken dance with a smile. She leaned in close to Billy’s ear. He could smell the wine on her soft, hot breath as she whispered. “I’ve still got those gloves. Why don’t we go a few rounds?”

Billy’s dick pulsed. No… What? He thought they were gone for good. She had kept them? This whole time, Aunt Judy had stolen them away for safe keeping? But why? It didn’t matter. He had to get rid of them. He couldn’t let them stay stashed away in some hidden part of her house. She had just proven that she can smack his chin at will if he isn’t ready for it. If she had access to those loaded gloves, she could make Billy crumble. She could destroy him. And even if she never did, it would be hanging over his head forever. He had to end this, now.

“I’ll fight you.” Billy quickly blurted out. Aunt Judy’s head quirked with intrigue at his sudden change of heart. “I’ll fight you. But if I win, you have to give me those gloves back.”

Aunt Judy laughed and agreed. Her voice was so beautiful, it totally contradicted her predatory dominant urges.

“Alright honey,” she smiled. “You can have them, if you’re man enough to beat me.”

“The same rules.” Billy said, ignoring her words. “The match ends if you’re too tired to continue.”

“Or…?” Aunt Judy prodded.

“Or… If I’m out cold at your feet.” Billy hesitantly finished.

“That’s what I like to hear.” Aunt Judy smiled. “Ohohoh… You’re gonna get whipped, twerp. Get your boxing kit from the car trunk and meet me in the backyard. Five minutes.”

With that, the confident milf turned and opened the laundry door again, walking out into the hallway with a confident strut that swayed her hips and big round ass beautifully. The thin, tight material which clung to its curves left little to the imagination, and it’s immense weight was obvious. Billy couldn’t help but stare, even now, as she left him to prepare for another boxing match.

He hoped he hadn’t just made a mistake. But he couldn’t let those gloves have control over him. They were the one last thing stopping his life from going back to normal. Besides, when the two had boxed the first time, it wasn’t like the 40-something sexbomb had outboxed him. She’d taken advantage of his mercy to spark him out with one solid hit. If he stayed on top of his game, and didn’t underestimate the power of her fists, he would win. He had to. She couldn’t KO him again.