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What Mom Knows Fucks Her in the Air

Date: 7/26/2017, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Incest, Male / Older Female, Voyeurism, Author: jasmine walker, Rating: 85, Source: sexstories.com

gave her a big hug. "I haven't seen you since the Halloween party." "Yes, I have been," Ellie began but stopped mid sentence as she watched me kiss Miranda. Miranda returned the kiss although we kept it PG...well PG13 anyway. Mom acting ambivalent at the kiss, and explained, "I know, bizarre, but my son and Miranda have become a couple it seems." "How?" Ellie asked, stunned to see forty-two year old Miranda Collington, local celebrity, dating a teenager. "I'm irresistible," I smiled, attempting to be suave. "Completely," Miranda complimented me, giving my ass a sly squeeze. As Ellie tried to process all this new information, Miranda said, "We should probably go and get checked in." We agreed and Miranda's hand slipped into mine as we headed to the ticket line. While in the short line Miranda was recognized and posed for pictures, with two college students drooling over her like I used to, and a young girl, maybe seven. Once the photo-op was done, I asked, "Do you ever get sick of that?" "God no, maybe it is because I am so vain, but I much rather be wanted than not," she answered, again showing her true need to be needed, often hidden behind her aggressive sexuality and free-wheeling casual attitude. "I think it would be exhausting," I said. "Oh honey, just you wait," she smiled. "What do you mean?" I asked. "You are dating a semi-celebrity, they will be taking pictures of you too," she answered. "Really?" I asked, dumbfounded by such a reality. As if hearing my ... bewilderment, a man called out, "Miranda, who is the new guy?" I turned to look and felt the flash of the camera hit me in the eyes. A chubby man took more pictures before Miranda spoke. "Walter, do you want a really good picture?" "Sure, Miranda, what have you got?" he asked, keeping the camera on us. Miranda smiled and leaned in to kiss me before the camera. I heard click after click and felt flash after flash, but I didn't care, Miranda was announcing to the world she and I were a couple. Breaking the kiss, she asked, "Did you get that?" "I sure did. Who is the new guy?" the chubby reporter repeated the question, who I recognized vaguely from the local paper. "My new main squeeze," Miranda answered. "Do you have a name?" he asked me. "Yes," I answered, not giving it out. "How old are you? What do you do for a living? How did you and Miranda meet?" The reporter asked questions in machine gun fashion. Miranda interrupted, seeing my overwhelmed look, "Sorry, Walter, but we need to get going, we don't want to miss our flight." "Where are you going?" he asked. "To Mark Appleton's wedding, of course," she said, giving him her dazzling smile. Grabbing my hand, she led me to baggage desk. The desk agent asked for picture ID’s even as more photos of us were snapped. Soon we had boarding passes and claim checks in hand, and Miranda posed one more time for the reporter, never once letting go off my hand, before we slipped into security. While we waited our turn in line, I said, "Wow." She ...