Beg for mercy

"You win! You win! I submit!"

You scream out for mercy, fearful of what else this goddess of war might do to you. She starts to lean down, and you cower behind your hands, eyes wide with fear. Andrea stares at you for several seconds, watching your rapid, panicked breathing before she throws her head back and laughs.

"Oh my God! You are such a loser!" the victorious milf mocks you. She lets her eyes wander over your beaten body, finally noticing the unmistakable bulge in your pants. "Are you...? Are you actually getting hard for me kicking your ass?! God, what a slut! Well then, I guess I'll be getting no arguments from you this time..."

As she did earlier this evening, Andrea places her dainty foot to my face. This time I don't even have to wait for instructions. I kiss the victorious woman's dominant foot. Long, deep, passionate kisses that are normally reserved for her daughter. I hear lustful moans, only to realize they are coming from me. My tongue darts from between my lips and in between her lovely toes, cleaning them thoroughly and dutifully. I should be ashamed of myself, I know, but I'm just the opposite. In fact I enjoy myself so much that I take her toes into my mouth, suckling them like a hungry baby.

"Mmmm... That's it my slutty little loser. Worship at the feet of the woman who just schooled you..." Andrea laughs, wiggling her foot as you suck her toes and causing your head to shake back and forth with her motions. Amused, she yanks it out with a *pop!* that leaves you gasping for breath by the sudden loss. She puts her drool covered foot on your chest flexes her right arm with a smirk. "Who's stronger?"

"You are..." you reply instantly, staring up at her in awe.

Her smirk grows wider and she turns around, displaying her magnificent ass as she flexes both arms. "Am I too strong and too sexy for you?"

"You are!" you nod hungrily staring at her divine figure.

She turns, her foot resting on your chest again and looking at you sideways, her profile jaw-dropping as it accentuates her beautiful face, chest, ass and legs. Everything on her is perfect! "Am I hotter than Stacy...?"

"YOU ARE!!!" you answer honestly without any hesitation, your girlfriend completely forgotten at the sight of her much sexier mother.

"Hmm... Thought so..." Andrea smiles, no malice in her voice. She turns around again and lowers herself and you can only stare in wonder as her mountain of an ass descends toward your face. However, the lust in your eyes turn to terror when her thighs again engulf your head, this time in a reverse headscissor.

"Y-you said we were done when someone submitted!" your voice trembles as you paw at the thick muscle of her silky legs. They are just resting against your neck, not even squeezing yet, but you already feel like you are getting strangled.

"I said the loser has to admit they are weaker, which you did," the tan Amazon hums playfully. She flicks the erection still held tightly in your pants, giggling at the gasp of pain before she continues. "But you also said that I'm hotter than your girlfriend, my daughter. Now I know very well that most people, especially guys, would agree with you. But a boyfriend should be more loyal. I will be honest, I should be very pissed off at you, but the truth is I'm in a really great mood right now! You pulled some bullshit tonight, but I'm feeling really good about myself right now and none of that would have happened if not for you and your stupid male ego. So now I'm conflicted, and not sure what to do next..."

"S-so what does that mean...?" you ask, trying not to sound as worried as you actually were. Instead, you try to just enjoy the feeling of the dominant milf's perfectly smooth legs pressing against your face.

"It means I need time to think," Andrea says with authority, though she looks back at you over the hump of her juicy ass with a playful grin. "Which I can't do with you being a distraction. So I'm just sending you back to bed now."

"No wai-!" You try to object, but your girlfriend's mother crosses her ankles behind your head and all the pressure you didn't feel earlier hits you like a speeding truck! You are out in 3 seconds flat, but Andrea doesn't know this and continues to squeeze for much longer until your face is completely purple and your eyes are rolled back in your head.

"Nighty night, Simon..."