With a stiff jab to the jaw

As you stand up, before you get all the way to your feet, Andrea pops you in the chin with a quick punch. You didn’t see it coming, and the punch stuns you.

“You should’ve tapped!” she says, pouting and half-serious. You don’t hear her. You’re too busy seeing stars.

Without ever standing up all the way, you fall back onto your ass and the world goes black. Your arms flop limply to the floor at your sides, and you let out a final, weak sigh of air as you faint, lying there on your back. You never even knew what happened before going out cold.

“Oh!” she gasps as your body drops. A shudder of pleasure moves up her body. “Guess that was a good one~~”

Andrea bites her bottom lip, chewing it with excitement. She hadn’t meant for the punch to be hard. No harder than a teasing punch to the arm. But it had hit your chin, and you hadn’t expected it. And apparently that was enough.

“Come on, get up! We’re not done yet!” she jokes, crouching down into a wrestling pose. There’s no reply.

“…Simon?” she asks.

You’re completely limp. Down for the count. One punch of her female fist, connected with your jaw, and that was all it took. Her motherly hips just generated too much **** for you to possibly handle.

“Oh shit…” Andrea shifts out of her stance, suddenly worried.

She really didn’t mean to do that. She looks to her daughter as Stacy’s eyes grow wide. She looks like she’s about to freak out. She just saw her mom knock out her boyfriend.