You got knocked out

Some time passes before you finally come to. You blink your eyes slowly as consciousness returns, finding yourself groggy and on your back in an unfamiliar living room.

“Wh- wha? What… what happened…?” you murmur.

It’s so bright… you’re rolling your head, trying to shake the cobwebs from it like you’re trapped in slow motion. You see your girlfriend to the side, looking down at you glumly, and the full-bodied Andrea beside her. Your girlfriend’s mom.

Seeing that you’re awake again, she grins and bounces happily, jiggling.

“I knocked you out~!” she replies in a sing-songy tone.

“What? No… Really, what- what happened?” you ask, rolling your head to one side.

Andrea adopts a smug stance, cocking her hips and smiling down at your reeling form still lying on its back.

“Tell him, Stacy.”

The cogs in your brain still turning slowly, you look over to your gf, who is sheepishly avoiding eye contact. You’ve never seen her so subdued or embarrassed.

“She… She knocked you out…” She confirms softly.

What?

Before you have any time to process this news, Andrea plants a foot on your face in victory stance, pinning one cheek to the floor underfoot.

“Yep! Guess I’m not too old for this stuff after all!”

She seems so energized and confident, a stark contrast to your slow and sluggish movements. You push her foot off of your face and sit up, starting to get angry. What the fuck was this? Did you really get knocked out by Andrea? That didn’t seem possible. And why was she acting so cheerful if she really did it?

Andrea giggles as you pout in thought, setting her foot back down. She rolls her eyes up in her head and lets her tongue flop out from her mouth, making a dopey face as she traces her finger down her mouth like a line of drool.

“Zzzzzz…” She mocks, making cartoonish snoring sounds. “So sleepy…”

“Sh-shut up!” You shout, slowly getting up to your feet. Who does she think she is? This is way out of line.

Not seeming to be intimidated as you stand angrily in front of her, Andrea’s hands go to her hips. There’s a smug expression on her face like she was waiting for you to say that. Her shoulders are back, emphasising her motherly curves, as she replies.

“Make me.” She says.

What the fuck? What was she doing? Was she actually provoking you right now? Your girlfriend’s mom knocked you out, and now she wanted a round two?

“Come on, let’s just go…” Your girlfriend meekly suggests from beside you. “Let’s just watch a movie or something…”

Stacy still wasn’t looking at you. You’ve really never seen her be so low-energy and deflated before. While Andrea seemed to be drinking in the novelty of knocking out her daughter’s boyfriend, Stacy was acting like she had just watched a slaughter.

“No!” You shout back. “I need to shut her up!”

Stacy frowns sadly as Andrea smiles. That’s exactly what she wanted to hear.

“Sit down hon, you got knocked out by your girlfriend’s mom.” she waves you off dismissively. “You’re not shutting anybody up anytime soon.”

“Y-you just got lucky, is all!”

This is such a shocking change in her demeanor. She’d always come across as playful, but in a loving way. Not in this cold, playing-with-prey way. What the fuck gave her the right? What awakened this sudden shift?

She beckons you forward playfully with a hand and a smile. This was exactly what she wanted.

“Then why don’t you come here and grapple with me some more, hm? Shut me up, **** me out…” she sighs dreamily. “Wrestle me. Wrestle me, if you think you’re so tough. Grapple up against my soft, curvy body… and lose.”

That does it. You don’t know what she’s thinking, but if she expects whatever just happened to happen again, she’s sorely mistaken. Her arrogant aura makes it clear that she genuinely does expect to beat you again. Maybe even to knock you out. You have to prove her wrong. You have to!