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What Mom Knows Fucks Her in Vegas

... known each other long," she continued between sweet kisses. "And I don't expect you to say it back, but I had to let you know." They say when you fall in love you just know. It is like every other relationship was just a blimp on the journey to real love. I knew I lusted after Miranda, I knew I liked her a lot, but the moment I looked into her sincere eyes, past the beautiful exterior, past the sexual seductress, I saw the real Miranda...the girl behind the woman, the girl who longed for unconditional love and not the superficial surface love based on looks and sex. No, behind the tough confident exterior was a vulnerable woman wanting someone to love the real her. I knew right then, just like I know the sky is blue and the grass is green that I loved her. Not the pantyhose wearing, sex goddess that I grew up masturbating to, but the sweet, caring, sassy, warm, funny, quirky, and a million other traits is what made me fall in love. And it was at that moment as I saw deep into her soul, I took her heart and claimed it. "I love you too Miranda Collington." She shook her head. "I wasn't saying it to get you to say it. I was...." I put my finger to her lips. "Shhhh, my sweet Miranda. I wouldn't say It if I didn't mean it." It was my turn to give her quick soft kisses between each reason as I spoke. "I love your loyalty." "I love your smile," I continued kissing just her upper lip. "I love your compassion," I added, replicating the gentle kiss on her lower lip. "I love your ...

... sarcastic wit," I said, kissing her left cheek. "I love the twinkle in your eye," I complimented, kissing her other cheek. "But most of all I love your heart, Miranda," I finished, our eyes locked to each others. I hoped she saw the sincerity in my eyes the way I saw it in hers. We kissed like the two lovers we were. After a brief moment, her sweet smile curved to mischievous. Rubbing her stocking feet on me she asked "You don't love my pantyhose legs?" "They are all right," I shrugged playfully. She laughed, before adding, her shift from insecure and vulnerable to sexy and confident instant, "So I assume that the fact I am a submissive, who loves swallowing cum and takes a cock up her ass are also irrelevant?" I shrugged, "They are awesome bonuses, as is your tight cunt, dirty mouth, and lesbian tenancies, but I have my mom for all that." "You fucker," she said, hitting me playfully. "That’s mother-fucker, to you thanks," I quipped back, before standing up. "I really have to pee." I grabbed a robe and went to the bathroom. When I returned, Miranda had a robe on too and was on the phone. When she hung up she said, "Room service will be here soon." "Good, I'm famished," I said, looking at the clock. "Is it really eleven?" "That is what the clock says," Miranda quipped, her sarcastic wit on full display. We left our private room and I was surprised mom wasn't up and about yet. A moment later, Miranda said, her tone concerned, "Oh no." "What?" I asked. She handed me the note. I read ...