Aunt Judy rules the house

Aunt Judy kept to her word, and spent the rest of the day doting over and pampering Billy. He was still nursing quite the bad headache, but having his gorgeous aunt taking care of him made it a lot easier to deal with. He was glad she’d let him skip school today too - or rather, made him sleep in past when he had to leave by, and then graciously allowed him to stay home when he came to.

He stayed on his phone in bed for a few hours to start with, but even after getting up, he just tried to relax. His sweet, apologetic aunt took good care of him. As it started to get late, she cooked them both a delicious dinner, and the two of them sat together on the couch to watch a movie. It was a good way to end the day.

Billy’s thighs shifted awkwardly, trying to hide his bulging erection as his goddess of an aunt rubbed his back with one hand, comforting him as the movie played. She clearly felt very bad about knocking the boy out in his own house, while she was supposed to be taking care of him. Not to mention taking his championship belt for herself. Poor Billy must have felt so humiliated!

So now, Aunt Judy sat, rubbing his back with one hand to try make him feel better. Lounging back on the comfy couch and watching a movie with her nephew. The big bad athlete who everyone feared. The boy she’d knocked out with a punch she learned off of YouTube.

Judy tensed up at the memory. Her poor nephew… Always so proud of his boxing ability, only to get pounded out by a milf. Put to sleep by his own newbie aunt. Oh dear. She grimaced, remembering how utterly **** he had been…

Judy stood up silently, walking over to the kitchen to get herself a glass of red wine. It would help her calm down from the embarrassment. She watched the TV from the counter as she stood and poured the glass full.

Billy’s ears perked up at the sound. He turned around and gawked at his busty aunt, pouring herself that red wine, her eyes set on the movie. Billy’s mouth grew dry, suddenly nervous. His voice croaked as he spoke up.

“WAIT! Aunt Judy, please… don’t drink that?”

“Hm? What?” Aunt Judy pulled her eyes from the TV to look at Billy and blinked, at first not understanding what he meant. Then, she realized.

“Oh, Billy, honey, don’t be ridiculous.” she said with a hand waive, corking the bottle and sashaying over to the couch with her glass. “I’m not going to stop having red wine just because you’re afraid I might knock you out again, sweetheart.”

She plonked herself back down on the comfy couch beside him, and that was that. Billy nervously pulled his gaze away from her and back to the movie, but he couldn’t help shooting sideways glances towards her every now and then.

Judy sipped from the glass, holding it in one hand while her other returned to idly rubbing Billy’s back. Her large breasts were pushed forwards and there was a slight blush to her face as she watched the movie over the top of the glass.

This was embarrassing. What an embarrassing situation. Not only that she was able to knock Billy out, that was bad enough, but also that she’d lost control of herself and tried to take him out in the first place. The fact that she was actually successful only made it worse. And, unfortunately for Billy, that embarrassment made her drink. To try and calm back down. This wouldn’t be her only glass of wine tonight.

Thankfully, the rest of the movie went mostly without incident. There was one awkward moment between them when, at the end of the movie, the male hero had been defeated, and the villain was ranting about how it was all over now - the world was his! - only to be interrupted as the female lead came from the side and punched the bad guy in the face, knocking him out. His speech was cut off instantly as his body flopped over, landing next to the male hero’s with a thud. At this, Aunt Judy gasped loudly, and leaned forward attentively. Billy shifted awkwardly beside her.

“Ha… I g-guessh he musht be a pretty good actor, huh? That looksh sho real…” she marvelled.

Billy cringed, knowing that his Aunt Judy was comparing this fictional knockout to his own very real ones. Had he really been that pathetic-looking? His big-titted wine aunt seemed to think so.

The movie ended with the female lead having a wrap-up conversation with her friends, as she stood above the KO’d baddie confidently. All the while, the evil villain’s limp body was in frame, at her feet. Judy was grinning at the screen as it faded to the credits, a light wine blush on her cheeks.

The movie ended, and Judy suddenly took Billy into a big, tight hug as they sat on the couch. Billy gasped at the sudden motion, and his head being grabbed.

“Auntie-!?”

His face was pulled into her soft boobs, the impressive orbs squishing against his cheeks as she held him tightly in place with both arms. He could smell the red wine on her bosom, that she had earlier spilled down her top and lazily wiped away with a pedicured hand. A dangerous hand. The same hand that had knocked him out, being used to wipe spilled wine across her tits…

“That was such a fun day, Billy~!” she laughed, squeezing him tighter into her soft chest. What a goddess…

“Y-Yeah,” Billy smiled, meaning it, but also wiggling slightly, struggling to escape her. Having her tits right on his face was doing things to his dick that he didn’t want her to see…

“Oh, come on! Don’t tell me you’re too old for hugs!” she drunkenly slurred, pulling him even closer in response to his struggling, and wiping her tits all over his face as she swung her chest side-to-side.

She giggled, and there was a pause, Billy frozen in place with his face in her deep cleavage.

“…Or maybe you’re embarrassed about shomething elshe…” she said in a lower tone, directly into his ear.

Billy quickly put his hands on her shoulders and pushed away, pulling free from her big loving hug and pressing her back into the couch. Aunt Judy giggled, releasing her hug. Her big boobs bounced as she settled back against the cushion he was pinning her to.

Billy’s cock twitched, looking down at her like that. All smiles, a slight blush on her gorgeous face. Not resisting as he pinned her down by the shoulders, pushing them back in a way that made the drunken goddess’ big tits all the more prominent. He allowed himself a chance to stare down her top, into that deep, deep cleavage.

This was the milf who had knocked him out. She had the record for most defeats over Billy. Beautiful, stacked, and drunk. Pinned down and smiling. Billy’s cock beat in his pants again.

…What would she do if he just pulled it out…?

Billy quickly shook the thought from his head and leapt up from the couch, leaving the busty milf lounging back on the comfortable cushions by herself.

“Good night!” he said quickly, face blushing intensely. “Thanks for taking care of me today!”

“Goood night, Billy~!” Aunt Judy giggled, still loosely laying back in the position he’d put her in. “Have a good day at shh- at school tomorrow…~”

She sighed, shifting back into the cushion with a wiggle to get more comfortable. Her smiling red lips closed into a satisfied pout as her eyelids gently shut.

“Gettt… L-Lotsa shleep…” she sighed again, then went silent, her large wine-scented chest shifting with her slow, deep breaths.

Billy stared at her laying back for a moment longer. His cock beat in his pants. Was she sleeping…?

A displeased expression came across her face, and she shifted in place again.

“…Mmnn… ‘s hot…” she murmured, wiggling, before taking her top by the bottom hem and pulling it up over her head without even opening her eyes.

Billy gasped. Judy’s large breasts jiggled as they were set free, bare and open in that pretty bra of hers for Billy to gawk at. The mature woman lazily threw her top down to the other side of the couch. She sighed, satisfied, and sunk further down into the cushions.

“…Better…” she murmured, sinking back lazily in a way that only jutted out her big chest even more.

Billy’s mouth was really dry now. His eyes were locked onto those big, impressive tits. Barely covered by her bra. There were a lot of reasons he’d always thought Judy was so hot, from her body to her attitude, but those were two of the biggest reasons right there…

This was his first time seeing those boobs up close and personal, without the looming threat of a defeat. A newbie knockout. For once, he was safe while those tits were out. Those tits were right… fucking… there. Large. Open. Undefended. Raised proudly, almost invitingly, just below her pretty sleeping face and ruby red lips…

His aunt was drunk again. But was this time different?

…God, she was fucking sexy…