Ignorance is bliss.

You find yourself lost in her eyes, suddenly realizing that's she's right.
She told you all you need to know.

Does it really matter what happened in that bedroom when you have the girl of your dreams in your arms?

"I suppose you're right ... I just want to know if you feel the same i do." You whisper.

She kisses you again, and again, softly.

You walk her home holding her tight to keep her warm.
In front of her door you kiss again, struggling to separate your mouths and bodies.

"My mom is home ... She should be sleeping, but i can't let you in ..." She justifies herself.

You surely expected more action from tonight, but you can't really complain, as this looks like the beginning of something.

"It's ok, i mean ... Can i see you tomorrow?" You ask.

Suddenly the front door busts wide open and a woman in a nightgown emerges from it.

"Does it seem you the time to show up, young lady?" She inquires.

"Mom, i'm sorry ... I lost track of time."

"Sure you did! And who is this young man? "

"You ... you brought her home?" She asks you in a high pitched tone.

"Yes m'am." You nod.

"Well, Miranda don't you feel like introducing your friend to me?"

"This ... is John, John this is mom. I suspect that something already gave her away tough." Snorts your crush.

"Mom, why you're even awake?"

"Well, since you promised me to come home earlier than the last time, i wanted to check if you would keep your word. And you didn't ..."

"M'am, i take all responsability for that. My car broke while i was bringing her back home. I called a tow truck and i asked her to wait with me. It's all my fault." You say spilling the first thing that came to your mind.

"That's sweet of you, but ..." She says letting out a loud sigh, relaxing in what you guess is a faint smile.

The darkness doesn't let you see much of her, but you notice that the nightgown she is wearing is definetly too much revealing to greet someone on the door, as it lets exposed a good portion of her clevage, a generous clevage.
Plus the light in the living room behind her shows perfectly the outline of her body underneath the thin fabric, which is suprisingly well shaped to the point you find yourself trying to guess her underware.

What a MILF!

"John ... may i call you John, right?" She asks startling you.

You nod smiling embarassed.

Please God, make that she didn't see me checking her out ...

"John, would you like to come in for a cup of coffee? I just made some."

"This is the first time Miranda brings a ... friend home. If she did, well ... he must have passed trough her window, because surely i didn't meet him." She adds with a smirk, noticing your hesitation.

You watch your crush with the corner of your eye, trying to figure out how to reply.

"Miranda, i guess he's waiting for you to say something. Come on, i'm freezing myself out here, i'll wait you inside."

"Finally i get to know one of my daughter friends. I'll mark this day on the calendar." Mumbles the woman disappearing inside.

You do your best to not check her ass as she leaves.

"Aaaand that's my mom ..." Says your crush rolling her eyes.

"She's not so bad after all, she's just became overprotective lately. I suppose that being a single mon in N.Y. makes that effect..." She adds shaking her head.

"It's ok, i mean she seems lovely and she didn't even shoot me once." You chuckle.

"Maybe she's gone getting her gun ..." She snickers.

" ... so, do you want me to come inside?" You ask smiling.

" Sure, i'm on the pill ..." She teases.

You know you should find her joke silly, and frankly, unecessarily vulgar, but all you manage to think is that she too hot to be real.
Why is she teasing you like that even if you can't do anything tonight?
You drag her closer and kiss her again, pressing her against you erection and giving a good squeeze to her butt.

"I should have recorded this, it could have come handy in the future." You grin.

You would do anything to fuck her here and now on the front door of her house.

"So, you're ok with this? Mom didn't weirded you out?" She asks hesitantly.