Tap out

Tapping out is all you can do. Even though you initiated this fight with your girlfriend’s hot mom, it’s either tap out for her or get knocked out at this point. You failed. So, before you black out and go limp in her headscissors, you lift a shaky hand and weakly tap it against her powerful thigh, squeezing on your neck.

“Oh my god, Simon…” Stacy says sadly. “You just tapped out for my mom…”

“Ohhhh…” Andrea grins at your defeated expression as an orgasmic shudder runs through her. Some boyfriend you are. You just got totally dominated by some random Latina milf.

Andrea giggles as she lets you up. You take a moment to catch your breath once her squeezing thighs retract, and just lay on the floor panting as she rises to her feet. Stacy is looking down at you in disappointment.

“Sorry to defeat you so hard like that. I might’ve gone a bit too overboard on you.” Andrea chides.

Face burning red, you finally hurry to your feet. You can’t look either woman in the eye as Andrea glows with pride and confidence. She leans her motherly figure forwards, hands on her hips.

“Well, that was an unexpected but empowering start to the weekend!” she comments.

Things were different between you all after that. For the rest of the day, Andrea acted much more casual around you, while you were tighter wound than ever. That seemed to amuse her.

Stacy was distant, and quiet. Seeing her mom knock you out with a sucker punch was bad enough, but watching you get submitted by her in a fight that you started? She needed space.

So, you spent most of the rest of the day by yourself. Thinking over your defeat. Walking aimlessly around Andrea’s house like a zombie until late into the night, your girlfriend sitting on her own and her mother strutting around like a goddess.

You got knocked out, in one punch. One fucking punch. Was Andrea really just that good? Or do you have some kind of weakness to older women? Maybe you just aren’t as tough as you thought. Maybe a shot to the chin from any lady would put you under. If that was right, then Stacy could’ve found out about it in a moment of frustration during any of your past arguments. Shut up your yelling with a quick punch, suddenly dropping you limply to the floor, and sending you off to sleep. Night night.

You love your girlfriend, but lord knows you and her had a lot of arguments… You would really prefer if she doesn’t have that knockout card up her sleeve. She would win every time. Even if she doesn’t have that power over you, she could always just call her mom…

It’s only when you go to brush your teeth for the night that you run into Andrea again, pulling you from your nightmarish thoughts. She’s straightening her hair in bathroom mirror as you walk in the door behind her. The two of you lock eyes in the mirror, and you freeze.

Her mouth curls up in a smile, and she leans back from the mirror, standing tall and pushing out her busty motherly bosom as she eyes your reflection up.

“Was there something you needed? Are you having trouble sleeping?”

You open your mouth to respond as she flexes her strong thighs together. She’s clearly enjoying herself.

“If it’s your bedtime, I could always…” Andrea lifts a fist and wags it around, demonstrating what she was offering you. Your face burns red with humiliation and you look away from her reflection.

Can you really let her get away with trash talking you like that? She’s your girlfriend’s mom, for god’s sake. Is there any chance to salvage your manhood? Should you even bother to try? Or… is this a chance to find out whether or not you really do have that knockout weakness, free to exploit? If you can take a punch from her without going lights-out, then maybe your worries would wash away… do you risk it?