Very realistic...

Groggily you stand up, ready to crawl straight in your bedrom and go to sleep, but when you bend down to grab your pants from around your ankles, your eyes fall on something strange laying in the ground.
A white shirt.
But ... you are dressed, right?

You take the indument in your hands to inspect it closely.
It looks just like the shirt Miranda's mom was wearing in your dream.
Wait, if that was a dream how did you get back home?

Confused you shuffle mechanically towards the hallway with your cock still dagnling out of your pants.
Drawn by the light coming from the door ajar, you enter the bathroom keenely sniffing the piece of cloth.

"Oh, there it is, thank you John."

You almost crack your skull open against the door jamb when your eyes meet Miranda's mom, naked from the waist up and smiling in the mirror in front of you.

"Ughhh ... err ... W-what? ... Where did you ..."

"I needed to freshen up, sorry for not warning you, but you were so soundly asleep ... wait, is everything alright, dear? Are you ok?"

"Uhm ... yeah, i think... Why?" You reply nervously attempting a smile.

Not a dream, definetly, still quite incredible to belive.

"I don't know, you seem strange ... are you sure everything is all right?"

You nod barely able to look Cat in her face, as you eyes seems to be magnetically attracted by her polar globes while she blots dry her chest with a small teal towel.

"So, how do you feel now?" She asks, truning back and taking her shirt out of your hands.

"I don't know, I mean ... good... I feel good, I suppose..."

"Yeah but, are we good now, John?" She asks frowning before putting back on her shirt.

Is she still playing her daughter's part? You wonder as you watch her struggle to squeeze her puppies back inside the kennel.
The sight is quite entertaining, so much that even your little fellow awakens to peek under the hem of your shirt.

"Yeah ..." You repeat, but stop in the middle of the sence to actually ponder on her question.

Aside form this absurd situation, are you actually still upset with Miranda?

"I really can't get out of my head what you said to me while we were walking back home..." The words come out of your mouth before you even know it.

"Hmm, what is it John?" Sighs Cat distractedly.

She has turned again to the mirror to check if everything is back to its place and adjust her hair, but she has glanced over to you for a split second as you spoke.
You noticed a puzzeld expression gleam on her face, also a tip of annoyance in the tone of her voice that she barely tried to conceal.
Evidently she was sure to have entirely solved the problem up to a second ago...

"I just can't stop imagining you and Matt having sex in Stacy's bedroom ..."

You say it naturally, like you're actually talking to someone who has a clue on the matter.
But Cat hasn't, so her eyes widens for surprise

"I-I don't know what to say ..."

"I know, i know ... you said you don't rember and that Matt says you didn't do it, but still, I can't seems to get that image out of my head ..." You hurry to add.

"Well John, what ... what reason would have Matt to lie? He's your best friend after all ..."

Cat seems to be trying to overcome her surprise and get back in control, but she's the one who still needs the news to sink in apparently.
Her defence of Matt is weak at best, but somehow that's not what intrest you the most at the moment...
From your prospective, right behind her, you can see her breast heave in the mirror.
She's nervous, and the thing strangely arouses you.

"I don't know, I mean, I think the answer doesn't matter after all, am I right?"

As you finish the phrase you close the distance with her and place you hands on her hips.
Your heart is racing.
She didn't push you away, good.

"W-What do you mean, John?" She asks simpering.

"I mean that there is still a problem to solve... Miranda " You whisper in her ear as you smoothly slip the tip of your thumbs under the elastic of her track suit's pants, teasing the edge of her panties.

Calling her with her daughter's name seems to disorient Cat who freezes, staring in you eyes through the mirror, wary about your hands, yet unsure about your intentions.

"... but I've got an idea on how to settle this once and for all..."

You let the phrase linger unfinished and Cat hanging on it for a longer than she would like to, delaying her possible reply as much as you can while your fingers fiddle on her body, slowling working their way under the tighter elastic border of her panties and then down, along her smooth skin of her hipbones.
And then you stop, freezing just like her, smiling reassuringly.

"W-What is it exactly that you have in mind?" She ask, unable to whitstand anymore the tension and carry on with her play, yet imperceptibly relaxing her muscles.

Instead of replying, with a sudden jerk, you tuck your hands entirely inside her panties and push them down along her thighs, pulling her tracksuit down as well, then leaving them rolled around her knees before seizing her toned waist, holding her naked bottom close to you.

"H-Hey!" Squeals Cat startled.

She probably didn't even notice that your cock was already out, so her suprise is double as she feels your erection swiftily springing up from beneath your shirt and lodging inside the warm gap between her thighs.
An hint of soft pubic hair tease your cock's head trough the snug hollow as you push your hips, firmly pinning her against the sink.

"Ok John, t-that's not appropriate at all ..."

Blushing surprised, it's clear that Cat is ready to forfait with the acting and leave her character.
You have to do something about that.

Think, John! Think!

"Oh, come on, Miranda, I've waited so long for this ... you're so hot right now ..." You whisper in her ear.

Speechless and somewhat torned, Cat hesitates.
She probably didn't expect you to go this far when she proposed this little impersonation game, but you're hoping she still feels responsible for a situation that she primed by herself in the first place and plays along a little more.
Plus, from what Miranda told you, she must be horny as hell...

Without waiting her reply, you start swinging imperceptibly your hips and nibbling her earlobe.

"Wait, John, stop ..."

She bends forward as to escape you and your eager mouth, but actually offers herself in a better angle.
As you adjust your grip on her smooth flesh, you can feel a promising wetness kiss the tip of you cock.
The situation is clear, she is unwilling to give in to you, yet her body seems more than eager.

You know you should feel bad for forcing yourself on your crush's mom like that and trying to exploit the fact that Miranda told you that she is most probably lacking sex since they moved back her from N.Y., but those gentle, tantalizing, eyes pleading from the mirror, so akin to the girl you fell in love with, and and her prime, toned body, are way more than what you could pass up.

You look down, where Cat's spine slips out of her short t-shirt only to sink in the crack of her plump ass, squeezed against your groin.

For a split second, the sight makes your head spin ...
Are you really gonna fuck Miranda's mom against her will?