She knocks him out

Billy walked back towards the house, pulling on his boxing gloves taken out from the car’s trunk. Now that he wasn’t face to face with his cocky Auntie anymore, and he had had some time to think, his fear was gone and his nervousness had disappeared. Instead, he was seething with anger.

How could she act that way? Like she felt no threat from boxing him whatsoever. Like she saw him as a tasty snack to eat before she returned to the rest of the family. Like she just expected to knock him out with ease, and swagger off while he lay snoring in the grass behind her. No, not expected - it was more than that. It was like she was taking it as an absolute certainty. As if it was a given not even worthy of discussion. Birds fly, the sun rises, and Aunt Judy KOs Billy whenever she likes.

Had he really fallen so far? Just three losses, only one of which was to her, and suddenly all that respect she had for him was gone. Suddenly Aunt Judy saw her nephew as a weak little plaything for any older woman who wanted to box.

It wasn’t just because she was drunk, either. No. While sober she hadn’t wanted to fight him, but it wasn’t out of rational respect for his skill, it was out of guilt and pity. Out of the fact she would feel bad beating him **** again. That’s all the **** had taken away from her. Even before all the wine, she’d fully expected that she would knock him out in a rematch. That even despite her lack of fighting skill or experience, she would put this championship boxer to sleep. And why wouldn’t she? She’d done it before. She’d done it while drunk. She’d done it in one punch. She has one fight in her whole life, knocks him out, and suddenly it’s like she thought she could go pro.

Billy grit his teeth, and tried to ignore his stiffening dick as he quietly moved through the house towards the backyard, trying to avoid being seen by Heather with his gloves.

It was all the more reason he needed to get those damn gloves back and get rid of them. Destroy them. He wouldn’t risk just throwing them out for some random woman to find. The knockouts she could deliver on the street would be too much. And Billy didn’t have a habit of carrying cash on him to make her back off with if she decided to stick him up. A high school champion boxer getting slept in one shot by another angry, powerful woman…

He shook his head as his bare feet touched the grass of Aunt Judy’s well-maintained lawn. Between being a wine aunt for him and a soccer mom for Rachel, she was quite the gardener. She really was the full package. But he couldn’t let her be a boxer as well. No matter what, no matter how much endless wank material it might give him to get knocked out off a drunk Aunt Judy in her backyard while he was fighting back with all he had, he couldn’t let this milf knock him out again. He couldn’t get put to sleep. Not this time. It would be too humiliating.

“There you are, scaredy cat~” Aunt Judy’s melodic voice teased. Billy’s heart leapt. Despite himself, the fear was back immediately the instant he heard that arrogant tone dripping with self-assuredness.

“Over here. Away from the windows in the kitchen.”

Billy followed her voice, turning a corner in the backyard before coming face to face with his fearsome auntie. He failed to hold back a gasp. She was… h-holy fuck.

Aunt Judy stood across from him, confident as can be. Her loaded gloves were placed on her broad breeding hips, and an arrogant leer was on her face as she gaged his reaction. She had stripped down to her underwear, her clothes and heels in a neat folded pile beside her bare feet.

Billy couldn’t help himself from drinking in the sight of his busty aunt. Last time he’d seen her like this, he was waking up on the living room floor. He ran his eyes across her overflowing bra, the perfect breasts they contained gleaming with a light sweat under the evening sun. Like they were covered in tiny diamonds.

She was so beautiful, from her magnificent face, to her full, heavy breasts, to her long, elegant bare legs. Her curvy body was a piece of art. She was a goddess.

She enjoyed the feeling of his eyes on her. Once it would have offput her, maybe even worried her, but not now. Not with those lethal weapons on her fists. The whole world could come at her if it liked, she would put them all to sleep.

Fuck. She was so arrogant. She really didn’t see any possibility other than KOing her nephew again. One fight under her belt and suddenly she felt invincible.

“Shirt off.” she ordered in a stern voice. Billy complied immediately almost without even realising it, pulling off his shirt and staring at her milf boobs.

Aunt Judy smiled appreciatively as her nephew revealed his strong upper body to her, powerful and toned and muscular. His abs were worth swooning over for any girl, and his pecs must have felt like wood. He was such a strong young boy. So fit and in shape. She couldn’t wait to show him that it didn’t matter against her. To show him that Auntie can put his lights out. To run her hands over that broad chest, and show him that all of his muscles belonged to her.

Eyes still locked onto her boobs, Billy dropped his shirt to the grass. He licked his dry mouth, then shook his head again. He had to focus.

“Pants too.”

Billy numbly lifted one leg out of his pants, then the other, letting it fall into a pile with his shirt. The messy landing of his clothes on the floor contrasted with Aunt Judy’s neatly folded set, and he couldn’t help but worry if that was symbolic of what was to come.

Aunt Judy’s red lips curled up into a smile as she stared at her strong nephew’s crotch. She could see his dickprint clear as day. He got all stiff looking at her body. It was a healthy shot to the ego to know she was still sexy, even at this age.

“Oh, Billy…” she shook her head with mock disappointment. “Don’t tell me your cock’s getting stiff from this, sweetie. This is just business. I punch you, and you go down. I don’t mean to crush your hopes, and I’m flattered, but you should really keep that cockbulge to yourself.”

Billy’s face blushed beet red, suddenly aware of his raging hard-on. “I- That’s not-“

Aunt Judy gave her tits a shimmy, and Billy’s dick twitched in his boxers. That shut him up fast.

“It’s not good to lie, Billy,” she lectured him like a disappointed mother. “I know I’m sexy, but keep it in your shorts dear. If anyone saw you hard for your own Auntie like this, no matter how hot my body is, people would talk.”

God. She felt great. Knocking out Billy really was the perfect boost to her confidence, and this was just icing on the perfect cake. Who would’ve known? Who would’ve guessed that putting a young stud to sleep could make a woman feel so powerful, so sexy? And she couldn’t lie, despite the act she was putting on and despite how much it amused her - that dickprint in his shorts was fucking appealing. She assumed it was just a teenage boy’s reaction to seeing a hot woman in her underwear, she had no idea of his knockout fetish or personal attraction to her. But if he were anyone else, she wouldn’t have minded sticking it up places for a nice tight snuggle. It had been too long.

“Will you be alright? Or do you want to go take care of that before night night?” she asked, licking her lips and raising a glove to mime a jerking-off gesture. She was staring at his stiffy with such intensity that Billy thought he might blow his shorts on the spot.

Even as she teased him, she had no idea how his young cock had erupted for her just moments after finding out she busted his chin the last time. How many times he’d wanked to the memory of her mounting him on the floor, excitedly punching his chin, and that being all she wrote. How many years he’d fantasized about her body long before he ever got to see it.

“We need to keep this quick, before anyone notices we’re missing too long.” Billy said awkwardly.

Ah, yes. The knockout. Aunt Judy looked Billy in the eye once more, her imposing gaze making him shrink back a bit.

“Promise not to fall asleep this time?” Aunt Judy smiled, and put her fists up.

Billy gulped. Her hot body was coiled, ready to strike. Ready to cold-cock him, just like last time. Ready to lull him into a deep, deep sleep. He couldn’t let her.

“I… I won’t.” Billy said, not sounding too sure of himself. Aunt Judy laughed a beautiful, melodic laugh that turned Billy’s legs weak.

“We’ll see,” she smiled. “I think you just might get knocked out cold again sweetheart. I think I might be too much for you, poor little thing.”

Billy’s heart was racing. This already wasn’t how things were supposed to go. The match hadn’t even started yet, but he already felt so small. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Why was he scared?! It didn’t make any sense.

Aunt Judy tapped her chin thoughtfully, deep in thought as Billy had an internal panic in front of her. Finally, she spoke:

“One,” she said at last, sounding almost philosophical in her musings. “I think that’s all it will take. A one-punch knockout. That’ll be all you can handle from your dear old aunt. Just… one,” she sighed a pleasant, dreamy sigh, running her gloved hands over her sexy body as she stood in front of her target. “I hope you’re ready honey. You’re about to get clobbered again.”

With that, both combatants raised their gloves, and the boxing match began. Billy had never fought in a grassy garden before, but the new sensations and floral smells weren’t enough to throw him off his game.

Immediately a grinning Aunt Judy rushed forwards, looking to make quick work of the champion. As soon as she got in range Billy’s cougar auntie really put on the pressure, now confident in her knockout skills.

To her credit, she almost made poor Billy eat heavy leather right off the bat, taking him by surprise with such an eager approach while he was still so unsure of whether or not he could survive against this mature hunter who had her sights set on him. Fortunately his instincts kicked in just in time, and he manage to move out of the way as the glove swung past his face.

Billy was impressed. It had almost been a punch with some actual technique behind it, something Aunt Judy wholly lacked when she first knocked him out. She’d evidently done some practice this past week, albeit not very much. Her boxing skills were still far below even your average person who had seen a handful of movie fight scenes would been.

As Billy ducked the punch and backed up cautiously, looking for an opening, he saw the same minor improvement in her stance. She had some basic day-one defence now, and almost knew how to throw an actual punch. The improvement wasn’t enough to suggest she’d taken classes or become more of a threat, but it was enough to almost confirm that she’d been thinking about the knockout. After winning her first ever fight against him she must have watched a YouTube video or two, and practiced stances for a couple minutes before bed. Maybe she wasn’t as ashamed of beating him senseless as she had sounded while sober.

“Stay still twerp!!!” She laughed, not fazed by his dodge as she moved in again for a few more swings. Just as before, Billy dodged and evaded with ease. She wouldn’t catch him this time.

As the fight went on, Billy maintained his strategy of keeping distance and hitting her in the body from range. Despite the stakes, he still didn’t want to hit her in the face. He was just as defensively safe going for shots to the body, maybe even moreso since it would tire her out faster and could be done from farther away. Besides, he didn’t want to risk knocking her out and having to explain to mom and the cousins why poor Aunt Judy was sleeping in the grass in her underwear with a pair of boxing gloves on. Even if seeing her out cold would be a major turn-on.

A few minutes in and Aunt Judy was getting frustrated. She kept trying to rush him, blitzing several quick punches in the hopes that one would land and finish the job, but she kept hitting air. She couldn’t even touch him, and the punches he threw to her body after each escape stung. Not only that, but she was starting to get tired.

Billy was ecstatic. This was it. The gloves would finally be gone.

“RRRAAAA!!” A frustrated Aunt Judy roared, all “technique” going out the window as she just charged him and swung with wild arm punches. Billy slipped them easily before hitting her with a double-jab to the side, and circling off.

This wasn’t how she thought this fight would go. Aunt Judy had fancied herself a real brawler now. She’d thought this would just be a quick break from the dinner to knock Billy out and be back for dessert, but he was outclassing her. He was better than she thought. She hadn’t landed a single punch on him. How dare he not fall asleep for her!!?

“Ready to stop now, Auntie?” Billy asked happily. From the way her mammoth breasts were heaving, and the sweat beaded on her cleavage and midsection, he could tell she was tired.

“Not yet,” she puffed angrily. “You’re still awake.”

She really wasn’t giving up. Billy shook his head, confidence fully returned now. He would just have to carry on until she was too exhausted to continue.

Aunt Judy continued swinging and missing as Billy circled her and hit her with body shots. He wasn’t trying to cause any serious damage, just tire her out and show her how good he was. He was impressed with her tenacity and refusal to quit, but she really didn’t have a hope of winning now.

This was how it should be. The family champion showing off when some random milf challenged him. Winning every single engagement of the fight, not getting knocked out by an untrained older woman. This was what Heather had expected would happen to her that first time, when she put him out cold in a sparring match. In a way, he felt like he was righting that old wrong with this display.

That was, until he stepped out of the way of one of her sloppy punches, only to trip on a root buried in the grass.

No-!

This couldn’t be happening. Billy’s heart dropped as he stumbled and fell to the grass, catching himself with his gloved hands. He was only down for a moment. Just a moment. Then he was back up to his feet fast, heart pounding with terror… But not fast enough.

Aunt Judy’s fist was cocked back before he was even halfway up. She had seen her opportunity, and was more than ready to leap at it. The twerp has fallen over right in front of her, and it was just the chance she had been looking for. He couldn’t escape this time.

“Game over, brat!” His drunken Auntie shouted excitedly. She let the punch fly.

“UUUNNGGHH!!” Billy grunted, the punch landing on his jaw right as he got to his feet. Finally, one of his aunt’s punches had connected perfectly. Chinned him. It was a shot worthy of a painting.

Everything went white as his Aunt’s punch connected. He stumbled back several steps. And just like that… It was over. His drunk milf of an auntie had knocked him out cold for the second time.

“Guuuuhhhh…” Billy stumbled backwards on wobbly legs, stopping only as his back made contact with the outer wall of his Aunt’s house. “Noooo…”

“Ooh, knocky knocky night night~” Aunt Judy laughed with delight. Her tiredness washed away as victory adrenaline rushed through her hot body, rubbing her bare thighs together happily.

Billy couldn’t even groan in response, his eyes rolled up and his jaw hanging open in a dumb look of defeat. He’d been knocked stupid by that shot, and what was left of his mind was fading fast. If he didn’t have the house to lean against he would already be toppled over on the grass fast asleep, but even with the support, it wouldn’t be long before his legs gave all the way out as his brain retreated to the land of rest.

Aunt Judy put her gloves to her hips, knowing that her job was already done. Billy was already sleeping after that shot. She was free to bask in her second victory for as long as it took for his body to realize he’d just gotten knocked out by an older woman yet again.

“You look pretty sleepy all of a sudden~ Did I do that?” she pouted mockingly, pursing her full ruby red lips. They were picture-perfect dick sucking lips. Except that their hot owner packed a mean punch. A wallop so hard that it had stopped her nephew short in two different matches now. “That’s alright… Just sleep. Sleeeep…”

Billy’s Auntie watched with an arrogant leer as he dropped to the grass face first, limp as a noodle. He hit the ground with a dull thud. Starched. Dozing among the flowers. A stiff-dicked loser of a boxing champ who just got knocked out in a garden.

She’d done it. She’d fucking done it again. Billy was knocked out at her feet. Powerless. She was totally in control.

“I knew it,” she said quietly to herself. She knew he wasn’t that good.

She stood proudly above him, gloves pawing at her stripped-down chest in delighted excitement. Her mature body was so well-proportioned, with such a full chest and a perfect round ass, that she looked like a real goddess. A goddess who was now 2-0 in boxing matches against her nephew.

“Bad luck sweetie. You lost. I won. Have a nice nap, bitch.”

Her confidence was rejuvenated. Her arrogance justified. Her poor, poor champion nephew never stood a chance. And now… he was out cold.