Try to weasel out of this

Stacy's anger and the condescending look on Andrea's face start to infuriate you. You slap the milf's foot away from your face and start to roll over with a loud groan. You get to your knees, but your head is still swimming from that knockout and you don't trust yourself to stand just yet. Instead you glare up at the latina that just put you to sleep with her bare hands, trying to look as intimidating as possible.

Based on the smug grin on her full lips, it's not really succeeding.

"What the hell was that about?!" you snap at her, hoping you can talk your way out of this. "I thought we were just playing around! Next thing I know I can't breathe and I feel dizzy while Stacy is shouting something at me. Suddenly I wake up with your gross foot on my face! Someone care to explain what the heck happened...?!"

"You're trying to say that you don't remember how I just put your wimpy ass to sleep...?" Andrea scoffs, clearly not buying it. Next to her, Stacy also looks unconvinced, but the outrage in her face clearly softens. She raises an eyebrow and you see a potential chance so you wheel back on her mother, hoping to take advantage.

"You did what?! I just remember you tackling me and pretending to pin me before everything went all blurry!"

"Pretending...?" Stacy says with a touch of hope, clearly filling the gaps with her desire that her mom hadn't just totally dominated her boyfriend in a matter of strength.

"You are not honestly buying his bull crap, are you...?" Andrea groans in disbelief. "You saw how he was practically begging for mercy with those stupid doe eyes, right?"

"Well, doesn't that make sense? I've heard it doesn't take much pressure to cut off the blood from your brain. Then before you know it, you might still be awake, but your mind is blank!" Your girlfriend actually looks relieved as she covers for you, finally accepting the whole incident as a fluke. She smiles, and offers you a hand up. Stacy still seems kind of subdued, but she at least seems convinced that you weren't physically weaker than her mother. "You just took advantage when he was trying to be playful, Mom. I mean, it's not like he was actually going to risk hurting his girlfriend's mother. Right...?"

The busty latina looked at her daughter for several seconds and then looked over at you before giving a sweet smile.

"You know, you are absolutely right," Andrea says, the look in her eyes ****, but still retaining the fire she had moments before. She takes a step closer to you, making her tremendous chest bounce just enough to draw your attention before quickly looking back up into her confident and sparkling eyes. She extends a hand kindly. "I'm very sorry Simon. I got carried away. After all, it's not every day that I knock out a cute young college boy. And let's face it, no matter how you look at it, I did knock you out..."

You and Stacy both deflate at that statement. Any confidence you had felt earlier is drained by the sweet smile gracing Andrea's full lips. You might have been able to play up the circumstances to make myself look better, but the fact that Stacy's sexy momma put you to sleep still hangs over your heads. All you can do at this point is shake her hand and graciously accept her apology, though at this point it feels like a hollow victory.

The rest of the night is spent in relative silence. Andrea tries to make conversation, all with that same sweet yet confident smile on her face, but you and Stacy are not really in a talkative mood anymore so they turn on a movie instead. It isn't long before Stacy decides to turn in early and heads to the bedroom without bothering to kiss you good night. Her mother gets up to follow her but not before turning back to you.

"I think I'll get ready too," Andrea says, her smile getting just a little wider. "You just relax and make yourself at home..."

You watch both women leave the room, although your eyes linger on your girlfriend's mother and her wide, swinging hips until they disappear from view. You turned back and try to pay attention to the movie, but all you can think about right now is the milf down the hall who you had been helpless to escape as she crushed you out in front of her daughter.

It was humiliating! You're supposed to be a man. You should have been able to push the mother of your adult girlfriend off of you, no matter how thick or heavy her big tits and ass were. But no! Her soft, curvy body held you down effortlessly, squashing you to the floor until she made you go night night. This was the most embarrassing thing that had ever happened to you! And it was... SO HOT!

You had never thought about being turned on by the idea of a woman physically dominating you. But then again, you had never met a woman as insanely sexy as Andrea before. She had held you down by the throat, called you a pussy, and then sent you off to Dreamland, all with that frighteningly hot grin on her smug face. You remember waking up to her victorious pose, only for her to put a foot to your face and order you to worship it. You can't deny that you had been sorely tempted to obey, but that would have ended badly with Stacy.

You don't know how long you sat there, but it must have been a long time because the movie was getting close to the end. You didn't really know what was going on because you had been so lost in your own thoughts until something happened on the screen that got your full attention. The female lead, a pretty young woman, though not as hot as Stacy and nowhere near as hot as Andrea, was tied to a chair. Some thug was mocking her and trying to **** her to kiss him. All of the sudden, the woman's leg shoots up between the man's, devastating the unsuspecting guy's ball sack. He drops to his knees at her feet, only for her stocking clad legs to wrap around his neck. Your eyes get wide and you lean closer as you watch her squeeze him with her strong thighs until she forces the bad guy to untie her. The heroine smiles and thanks the man sweetly...and then her legs twist and there is a sickening crunch. The woman opens her smooth thighs and the thug with the shattered neck drops lifeless to the floor, his eyes still staring in shock at the woman's power.

You suddenly realize that your mouth is very dry. You start to reach for the bottle of water on the table next to you, but for some reason you grab the remote next to it instead. You rewind the movie, and watch again as the heroine crushes her captors throat, and then ends his life with a casual jerk of her hips.

You rewind and watch again, thinking how something like this isn't possible.

CRACK!

Again, imagining if it were for a woman to so easily defeat a man.

CRACK!

Again, and this time you picture it is yourself between this woman's hot thighs...

CRACK!

Again, only now it's not the actress you are picturing on the screen... It's Andrea! With your head firmly trapped between her impossibly sexy thighs!

CRACK!

CRACK!

CRACK!

"You really like that part, don't you...?"

You jump up at the sound of a woman's voice, and turn towards the hallway door which is no longer empty. Andrea is leaning against the door frame wearing a fluffy red robe with her hair done up in a ponytail. The same confident grin she wore before is still gracing her luscious lips. You are too surprised by her unexpected reappearance to register what it was that she said. You keep expecting her to ask again or say something else, but she just continues waiting to see your response.

After what feels like almost an eternity of silence, you finally just blurt out, "What do you want?"

The smile drops from her lovely face, and you instantly miss it. She stands up straight. No longer leaning against the wall she is almost at your height, which is impressive and makes her seem even more intimidating. The woman does not look angry, but she looks very stern, not to be argued with. This must be the look that Stacy's mom used on her growing up, and damned if it's not effective. You suddenly feel very much like a little kid again, in trouble with mommy.

"It wasn't luck," Andrea says firmly. You make to speak, but she holds up one finger and you are immediately stopped in your tracks. "It wasn't luck. It wasn't an accident. I knocked you out. I overpowered you and then you were too much of a chicken shit to admit it. Even worse, you tried to make me look like the bad guy to my daughter just for having some fun and teasing her arrogant boyfriend when he couldn't handle me."

You start to turn red, knowing, but not wanting to acknowledge that what she says is true. "I... I don't know what you're talking about. It was a cheap shot. Y-you said so yourself..."

Andrea clearly isn't convinced by your nervous reply, but instead of calling you out on it, she just continues, "Here's the deal. If you honestly believe that, then this is your chance to prove it. You and I are going to wrestle. Right. Now."

You are surprised by her sudden declaration. "You can't be serious! Why would I do that?"

"To prove you're a real man," Andrea replies, her arrogant grin returning. She takes a few steps toward you. "If you really think I was only able to put you out because I surprised you and you didn't have a chance to fight back, then this is your chance to show me and shut me up. No cheap shots. Just you against me. And no one but us will know..."

You want to argue, tell her that it isn't going to happen, but something else slips out instead. "Won't Stacy hear...?"

"I gave her one of my sleeping pills. She'll be out for hours," Andrea waves dismissively. She turns her back and starts to walk away as she continues, "If you win, I'll even give you an apology tomorrow when she wakes up. A better one that will make you look like the stud you claim to be. And even if I win, small a chance as that is, I promise I won't tell her. After all, I don't think she would like the idea of us rolling around on the floor together while she sleeps..."

Suddenly, Andrea's robe falls around her feet and your heart and stomach both do a somersault. Andrea is wearing nothing but a sports bra and a pair of athletic shorts so small they might as well be lingerie! Her thick, gorgeous ass is perfectly defined by the thin, gray material that is wedgied deep between her smooth, tremendous cheeks. She slowly turns around to face you, and you gulp seeing her massive tits straining against the tiny pink bra. A part of you has to wonder if Andrea borrowed this set from her daughter, because it is clearly several sizes too small for this curvaceous milf.

"So... Do we have a deal...?" the Latin bombshell asks slyly, clearly knowing the effect she is having on you. You simply nod your head, unable to find your voice. "Good! Alright then Simon, let's see what you've got..."