Try talking it out

“H-Hey, listen…” you start, timidly, avoiding eye contact with the smug and busty milf’s reflection as it stares right into you.

“Hmmmmm~?” she teases, half-lidding her eyes. Her plump lips smile a bit wider.

“You… You just caught me by surprise earlier, with that punch. And the wre-“

“The knockout punch?” Andrea asks, innocently.

You pause.

“…Y-Yes, the knock-“ you gulp. “The knockout punch. And the wrestling was… Well, I guess you got me that time,” you admit. “But I love your daughter, and she loves me. What’s it going to take to prove that I’m the right guy for her?”

“Mmmmmm~~” Andrea hums, thinking.

She takes a moment to consider your question, slowly turning her upper body left and right on her hips to get her heavy bust swaying gently. She smirks as she notices your eyes dart to her breasts in the bathroom mirror, before she responds.

“I don’t know, Simon. My daughter needs to be dating a real man.” Andrea sets down the hair straightener and turns, looking at the real you instead of your timid reflection now. “And you just got knocked clean out by her mom.”

You blush hotly as the Latina milf mentions your crushing defeat again, lounging back on the bathroom counter in a way that arches her magnificent body incredibly. Her thick, strong tan thighs squeeze together for a moment and then relax as she gazes at your neck, either personally reliving how she made you tap out or reminding you instead.

“I-I told you… That was just a lucky punch…” you reply, trying to balance the line of convincing your girlfriend’s mom of your strength without insulting her.

“Hmmm…~”

Andrea thinks again. She lifts a long, manicured finger to her chin, and taps it gently a few times, gazing upwards in thought. Then, her finger resting on her chin, her eyes flick down to you and she smiles. She slides her finger further upwards, pushing it between her lips and bobbing it in and out of her mouth a few times. You gulp as she moans quietly, before removing the finger from her lips and speaking once more.

“Shall I test that weak little chin of yours some more, then~?”

You balk. Andrea raises an eyebrow, finger resting on her chin once more as she analyses you. A few moments pass. Then, making a fist, she wags her hand around in the air again to demonstrate her meaning.

“…What?” you ask, dumbstruck by the casual request from your girlfriend’s mom to try and knock you out again. Worse still, is the rising fear in you that this silky-haired bombshell might really do it.

“Well, if you’re man enough to take it, you shouldn’t mind about a couple of woman punches. Right?” Andrea tilts her gorgeous head.

It’s clear that if you back down now, Andrea will never accept you as her daughter’s boyfriend - or see you as a man at all. With how close Stacy is with her mother, you know that would be a dealbreaker in your relationship.

Andrea eyes you up smugly, waiting for your reply. Her fist moves back to lay a finger on her chin and she leans forward, showing off her deep cleavage, to get a closer look at your worried face. She’s enjoying this.

“Unless… You think I would knock you out again?”