What's the worst that could happen after all?

"Sure ..." You say shrugging.

Miranda smiles back dragging you inside her living room and closing the door behind you.

"Just don't give her too much details ... but don't lie either. She has some kind of freakish sixt sense for lies." She says guiding you to her kitchen.

Suddenly you feel less confident.
You actually never met one of your girlfriends parents.
At least now there is just one.

There is no one in the kitchen, so you look around freely.
The furniture is modern and appears to be kind of expensive.
Miranda's mom must earn quite well.
Now that you think about it, you vaguely rembember Matt telling you she is a lawyer once.

The coffee pot is wating near the sink as promised.

"There you are, i thought you would never come." Says a voice behind you.

Startled, you turn around, only to see Miranda's mom making her way through the two of you.
Her body brushes against yours lightly while she passes between you and Miranda in the hallway and you find yourself savouring her faint sweet scent far more than what would be appropriate.
You notice with a bit of disapponintment that she has changed herself into some kind of pjama.

"I put on something more appropriate so that we could talk a little." She says with a warm smile.

"But first things first. I promised you coffe, and coffe you'll have." She adds faking a deep voice.

Chortling you look at Miranda for a second.
Her mom seems nutter than you thought, but overall she seems a nice person.
Other than hot as hell.

Maybe because now that you look better at her, the resemblance is incredible.
Her hair is of a lighter tone and she keeps it tied in a bun whereas her daughter usually lets it fall down straight, but overall she really does look like a slightly older version of your crush.
Actually if Miranda didn't say it, you could have just mistaken her for her older sister rather then her mom.

You have no clue of her real age, as Miranda never talks about her, but doing some quick maths she has to be at least over 35 years old.
If would meet her without knowing who she is though, you wouldn't give her more than 30 years.

She turns to the sideboard and streches herself to scrounge in the highest shelf of the cupboard.
You notice that she's tall exactly just like Miranda, as you discretely check her ass and compare the two of them.

Apparently what you lost with the nightgown, has been wonderfully replaced by the comfy elastic pants she put on.
Her ass is meatier than her daughter, as you would expect, but looks like just firm and perfectly round.

She turns back holding a couple of mugs and places them on the table.

"Come on, have a seat. I wont' bite, promise." She says tapping with her hands on the table before drawing out a couple of chairs from beneath it.

You take your place in front of Miranda, while her mom serves you the coffee.
As she pours the hot drink in your mugs and then sits as well, you can't help but stare her in search of at least one tiny wrinkle on her face that could give away her age.
None, even if she is clearly not wearing any make up.

"Sooo, i belive a proper presentation is in order. I'm Cathrine, Mirada's mom, but you can call me Cat."

"Nice to meet you Cat." You reply hesitantly, sipping your coffee to ease the akwarness.

"How is your coffee?" She asks with a seductive smile that makes you blush and almost fall off the chair.

"I-It's good, thank you Cat." You reply smiling back.

"Are you Miranda's boyfriend?" She asks suddenly.

You nearly ****, spilling some of the hot beverage on yourself.

"Mom! He's not my boyfriend and ... anyway t-that's none of your business!" Intervenes Miranda.

"So who is he? I never heard of him. Where did the other one go?" Presses the woman quickly changing her warm attitude.

Miranda opens her eyes wide shaking her head and trying to reply, but no sound comes out of her open mouth.

"Don't pretend with me, young lady, i saw you in that Camaro."

"That's just Matt ... He just gives me a ride now and then."

"Oh, that how you call it nowdays? Giving you a ride? And your new friend knows about him?"

"There must me some misunderstanding M'am, you're talking about Matt. He's my best friend." You step in attempting to control the situation.

"Cat, please. So you're not my daughter's boyfriend?" She asks while gazing at you with her penetrating eyes.
Beautiful eyes indeed ...
They have the same cut of Miranda's, even if different in color.
Light green, with the same unsual small black spot in her left iris like her daughter though.
A genetic feature evidently.

"M'am ... I mean, Cat ... You have a wonderful daughter and i would be very lucky to be her boyfriend. That's all i can say for now." You reply.

"I see. At least you have some manners." She concedes with sigh.

"That's quite an improvement dear." She adds addressing Miranda who doesnt' reply.

You two exchange a silent glance of mutual understanding before her mom draws the attention back to her.

"So you are here without car in the middle of the night, i suppose you should call your parents to come pick you up ... John, was it? "

"Oh no M'a... i mean ... no Cat, my parents are out of town for the week-end, i'll just walk." You reply, happy that the focus of the conversation has changed.

"Walk? Really? And where do you live?" She asks dubious.

"Greenwood Terrace."

"It's in the other part of the town, will take you half an our to get there! I can't let you John, it's almost 4 a.m .." Replies the woman with sudden motherly tone.

"I'll just put something on and give you a ride ... After all you did walk Miranda back home, it was nice of you ..."

"M'am, i can't give you all this trouble ... Besides, a nice walk it's always good for the health."

"Nonsese, i'm not letting you leave." She snorts putting her hands on her hips the same way Miranda usually does.

"Either i give you a ride back home, or you'll be staying here for the night ... or what remains of it at least." She continues with a tone that doesn't allow you to reply.