She Might Reconsider

"If you had told me that by the end of the match I'd have my boxing champ nephew begging me to stop hitting him while I straddled him on the ground, I wouldn't have believed you." Aunt Judy was taking in the feeling of superiority she had earned. "Honestly I would love to stop right here and take my decisive and dominant victory, but I am a woman of my word."

Billy just stared up at his aunt. He was too tired to move, let alone fight back, so he just remained on the ground spread-eagled and waiting for her next move.

"I told you that this match would end with you out cold at my feet." His eyes grew in horror as he had forgotten about her intentions. For just a few seconds her unending **** had taken away the memories of his previous knockouts, but as he remembered what was at stake he started to panic at his impending doom.

"Aunt Judy please you don't need to do this I already gave up, we can just stop here." His aunt's smirk widened as she enjoyed the power she had over her nephew. "I don't know, I might reconsider, if you beg some more."

The options were being knocked out by his aunt or asking for mercy, and he had ****. "You win. You beat me fair and square." She was not impressed. "Not good enough," she said in a sing song voice. Billy became more ****. "You're the superior boxer. I'm just a weak little amateur and you're a strong mature woman. You've proven that, please just let me go I'm begging you."

Billy looked up in anticipation. He had given his aunt his best attempt and now his fate was in her hands. Unfortunately for him she had already made up her mind before he started talking.

"Wow Billy. You made some very good points. But I'm not sure I'm convinced just yet. I need some action to back up these words."

Judy's smirk was obvious as she watched her nephew's helpless eyes stare up at her. He was confused as to what she meant by action, but he was about to find out. She moved her foot up his body, and settled her heel on his chest with her toes dangling straight over his face.

"I think kissing my foot would go a long way to showing me that you understand your place below me."

He was taken aback by the request. He couldn't kiss his own aunt's foot! Even if she did beat him, his brain was screaming at him to say no. But his dick told a different story. He was the loser. Judy was the winner. It was time for him to admit that fact. And she was right, words wouldn't cut it.

Before he could make the decision between his logical side and his horny side, Judy dropped her foot down so that the ball was touching his mouth.

"Come on loser, worship my winner feet."

That was all he needed for his horny side to win out. Without thinking he planted a kiss on the winner's foot.

"Oh my god, did you actually do it? I didn't expect you to agree so quickly." She cackled at his submissive display. "Well, I didn't tell you to stop." She pushed her foot down even harder, and Billy's dick, shamefully, got even harder as well.

He continued kissing. Again and again and again. Judy was loving this, giggling like a schoolgirl the entire time. "This is so pathetic. When did you become this pathetic Billy?"

He seriously pondered this question. It had to have been sometime after Heather's first knockout. Or could it have been before? Surely anyone who found out he fantasized about being beaten up and knocked out by his mom, aunt, and even little sister, would think that that was very pathetic. But being under his aunt's bare foot now, kissing it like there was no tomorrow, he knew that he was truly pathetic, and that somehow made him even harder.