She walked over to me and teased, “Well, hello there Mr. Sex I don’t think I even stroked myself six times in one day. Her foot stayed there, not moving, as the waiter brought our starter salads. She grabbed a red outfit and disappeared into a change room. Once done, she stood up and left the room. “Pound me, son. I highly recommend you read the first two parts (What Mom Doesn’t Know Will Fuck Her and What Mom Knows Fucks Her Again) as the layered subplots may be confusing without the background information. It was a picture of Miranda bent over holding her cheeks open and her enticing rosebud staring at me begging to be fucked. I can’t explain it, but it is true. “Good, so tomorrow you are mine, all day, understood?” she asked with one final squeeze. I couldn’t believe the variety. I went and had a nice shower and got ready, making sure to look my best for my date with Mom. I already have to share you with your Mom,” Miranda teased, falling to her knees.
