Uncertainly

Andrea looks at her daughter. She’d just seen her boyfriend knocked out how many times, and she wanted seconds? The latina milf glances at your sleeping face, still trapped in her reverse headscissors and sunken into her ass. It would be pretty easy to do just a couple more.

Andrea considers it for a moment. “I don’t know dear… I’m worried we might give him brain damage.”

“Please? Just one more time?” Stacy gives her mother pleading puppy dog eyes. The kind she knows Andrea can’t say no to.

Andrea shrugs. “Well alright…”

Stacy waits with bated breath for you to come to again, closely watching your dozy expression for any signs of life. Andrea does the same, albeit a bit more lazily, glancing at you over her shoulder and waiting for her cue. When your eyes finally begin to blink, and your head starts to slowly lift from her bulky round ass, she does it.

Andrea’s strong leg muscles gently fire again just as you were starting to stir. Your eyes go wide, hands coming up and groping her ass weakly in some kind of attempted resistance before you slacken. Your arms fall to the floor, and you’re back under. Asleep. Defeated again.

“Oh my goddd…” Stacy breathes. “That’s so hot...”

“Well, I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself dear. Shall I let him go now?”

“W-wait…”

Stacy sits back on a nearby couch in the living room and spreads her legs to slip a hand down the front of her panties.

“C-could you slap him around a bit?” She asks, fingering her sopping kitty.

Andrea sighs. The things she does for her daughter…

Releasing the headscissors, Andrea lets your body drop to the floor face first. Rolling you onto your back, she mounts you, parking her big ass on your chest and pinning your arms at your sides with her thick thighs. Then, as her daughter watches, she begins gently slapping your knocked-out face side to side. It rolls weakly in whatever direction Andrea commands it to.

“Oooh!” Stacy squeaks, fingering herself more frantically. “H-harder! Harder!”

This was better than any fantasy she’d ever had. Her cocky boyfriend had gotten knocked out by her mom, challenged her to a fight, and got knocked out again. She’d used her ass to balance him on the very edge of sleep, her thighs had kept him teetering there. Now she was slapping him around like it was nothing. And he was too **** to do anything about it.

Stacy wanted more. She had to have it. She wanted to see just how fucked up her mom could make him. Big, strong Simon, getting totally fucked up by her mom…