Caroline Ray, a concerned mother

Caroline leaned on the horn of her car, the ear splitting sound seeming to have no impact on the half a dozen drunken students sitting outside the frat house.

Caroline huffed impatiently, the coin belt she wore jingling with the movement. The forty year old redhead had managed to get out one of her old belly dancing costumes back from when she was in college and adjusted it for her now ample breasts and ass, the product of motherhood. The ring of fat around her stomach was emphasised a little by the tightness of the top and skirt, but Caroline was hoping it could be excused as the outfit doing it rather than her having let her body get away from her. Standing at six feet tall thankfully helped spread her extra weight as well, especially if she used the fan and veiling gossamer like she planned.

She had been hoping to just pick up her daughter from the party so they could both go to the local towns belly dancing contest, but so far Leah had answered none of her texts, calls and hadn’t been waiting out front like she’d promised. The cold night air bit at Caroline’s exposed stomach and seemed to emphasise how much cleavage she was showing. Caroline bit her lip, would she have to go into the frat party dressed like this?