"Ride me ... "

"... i mean, d-drive me home ... i guess you are leaving me ****." You fumble with a faint smile.

Miranda's mom's frown quickly loosens up in a smile as well and without a word she leaves the kitchen.

"I'll be ready in a minuite, hurry up and finish your coffee." She yells from the hallway.

"Is she always so bossy?" You ask Miranda taking a sip from your mug.

"Yeah, kind of ... Probably because as i was growing up, she had to play the part of both my mother and father. And since we moved in N.Y. she got even worse."

"I can only imagine ... You never talk about her, or ... about your father ... where is he?" You ask hesitantly.

"It's fine if you don't want to talk about it, i'm just curious ... there is so much about you i don't know." You hurry to add.

"Not much to say to be honest ... I don't know anything about him, i never met him."

You really can't hide a suprised expression that Miranda doesn't fail to notice.

"Oh it's ok ... I mean, i have got accustomed to this and also to that face, everyone makes it the first time i tell them. That's part of the reason why i never talk about this things..."

You look away without replying.

"All i know is that he was her professor who ... i mean, mom was kind of a nerd, she had her scholarship, but she was ... naive and so she fell this one old geezer. She said he was charming and mature and smart, but when she told him that he had gotten her pregnant and that she wanted to keep the baby, he showed his true face."

Not a single emotion gets through Miranda's words. She almost seems to be reading the fun facts of a newspaper.
In the meanwhile your subconscious involutarily produces a vivid picture of her hot mom straddling Santa.

Ho Ho Ho , motherfucker!

You have always hated that fat beared bastard ...

"Mom wanted to stay and continue studying. She had make up her fantasy of living like a family together with him at the campus and complete her year, but that man ... he was terrified that the word could get around. He **** my mom to leave, threatening her with expulsion and offering her money to get an abortion."

You listen silently to her story, but you feel that there is something terribly sad in the way she easily skims over such terrible events.

"Fortunately she had the guts to retaliate." She continues. "She threatened him as well, she knew that the word alone could destroy his career and so did he. She managed to get a nice payout and a reccomendation for an even better institute. She was alone and with no help whatsoever, but she managed to raise a baby and graduate with only one year of delay. That is who my mom is. That's why she never takes a no for aswer."

You really didn't expect something like this when you asked, but it sure shed a light on some your crush's deepest self.
Miranda is clearly fond of admiration for her mom and it's also pretty clear how much she despise that professor, as you noticed that she never called that him 'father'.
How all this could have weighted on her you guess? Can she really trust men raising with her mom's experiences as warning?

"That's cool." You comment, blushing for your idiocy right afteward as she raises her eyes to meet yours.

"I-I mean, she's cool ... I think i understand, she would proably do anything for you ..." You add as Miranda puts her mug down on the table and stands up.

"Somethimes she drives me mad, but i know that i'm all her world..." She says picking the mug and putting it in the sink.

"Hasn't she ever .... found someone after that?" You ask standing up yourself after finishing you coffee as well.

"No. I've never seen her with a man, for how absurd it may seems. I mean, i'm pretty sure she had someone in N.Y. , i've found evidences ... " She sneers as she takes your mug out of your hands and start washing it together with hers.

"But clearly it must have been nothing serious or she would have told me. Who knows, maybe she has been having secret lovers for all theese years behind my back, but i really can't say ..."

You approach her from behind, feeling the warmth of her body, and gently palce your hands on her waist as she puts the mugs in the dishdryer.
She turns to you with her hands still wet.
You kiss her, trying to press her against the sink, but soon you feel her hands pushing you away.

"Hey, are you drying you hands with my shirt?" You say breaking the kiss.

She looks at you, kindly hinting a smile.

"Oh, John, look at you, how did you get like this?"

Before you can even reply she down on her knees rubbing your crotch with a damp rag.

"I-It's coffee ... i nearly chocked when you mom asked me ..." You suddenly stop, feeling a surge of blood leaving your brain to move south, and close your eyes for a moment, as you erection manifests fully with an evident bulge on you pants.

Miranda's gentle hand doesn't falter even a bit, rather she seems to actually be stroking precisely your shaft through the cloth now.

"Y-Yor mom is gonna come any moment now ..." You groan opening your eyes on looking down on her.

She is giggling mischieviously, perfectly aware of what she's doing.

"I'm only helping you to get off this ..." She replyes coyily.

You notice that she's not using the damp rag anymore.
Through the fabric you can feel the tips of her dainty fingers unyieldingly coursing along you erection, exerting an increasing better grip on it at every stroke.

"T-That's not a good idea Miranda, your mom is gonna get mad ..." You manage to say weakly.

Thrilled by the danger of being caught, there is a part of you that actually doesn't want her to stop though.