Casualty

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Mrs. Teal was more than a comforting mother but a prodigal business woman. She had received offer after offer to leave town and make some serious cash. A young woman like her could make some serious waves in the industry. But the thirty eight year old woman didn't have it in her to take those options.

She thought of Don, of Lena. Her kids had just as promising futures. They deserved to feel love and support. Even if she has to keep working for some pervert asshole in a small dying company for much lower wage than she deserved.

Even in this company she had been moving up over the years. Things weren't as hard as they were when the kids were younger. She smiled being proud they could afford things now. Nothing crazy, and it took them some saving, but she gave herself credit where credit was due.

She smiled at herself in the mirror and blushed. Her main guilt in life was how much she enjoyed comments of the younger men that knew her children. How excited they made her. Being so focused on being a Mother she never really had time to be a woman. Letting herself and her love life dry up. She was very pretty. Beautiful brown hair down to her mid back, straight and voluminous. She had motherly curves but men liked something to hold on to. Or so the young men would call out. She had even been offered a modeling gig for her sparkling blue eyes and cute face but had turned it down to focus on her children.

Some may have grown resentment for all the opportunities she shut down. But she couldn't be more proud to be a Mom. Sitting down at their new computer she began to write up a report.

Thoughts of Don's bullies at school cat calling her, Lena's boyfriends gawking at her. They became more and more intrusive. She groaned feeling hot. She had never found it this exciting before! Just cute ego boosts. Not...ooohh she shuddered imagining Lena's boyfriend picturing the milf as he fucked her daughter. Yes! Wish it was me! Mrs. Teal shook herself back to reality. Trying to ignore how sexy some of Don's bullies really were. They were almost half her age! Well sixteen years younger or so. Still! There was one that she accidentally notice was seriously hung while wearing shorts at the community center pool. Muscles, big dick, she moaned louder thinking of what a woman like her would do for a young man to just take her!

Zia Teal felt her shorts feel tighter on her, her red tank top feeling painted on. Looking down she shrieked. Her tits were a size larger! And her fat she struggled to lose was mostly gone. She was still with a bit of padding but packed a serious hourglass with her wide hips. Getting up she opened her webcam to look at her reflection and turned away. Fuck her ass was huge and toned! Her legs thick and strong with a bit of wobble.

The woman couldn't help but gasp and smile, moving her body to see every angle. She was captivated by her own body. If she could be a model before than what was she now? She knew the answer and blushed seeing her pornstar body.

"Oh Mommy!" Zia chuckled moving around. The light of the webcam excited her. Losing herself she began posing, unaware some **** had just begun uploading the feed. Sticking her ass back and waving it, turning and sticking her big tits out. Fuck she had no doubt Lena's boyfriend would fantasize about her now! Her hands squeezed her tits and she moaned loudly, "Oh god! So sensitive! I've left you girls alone for too long!"

The MILF tried to compose herself, to try and sit back down and get to that report...but she continues squeezing her breasts and moaning. They felt so full and heavy, so sensitive and stimulating! Zia began panting and felt moisture between her legs.

Her brain was breaking. She was struggling to keep composure. To sit back down and write her report. Memories of turning down offer after offer, she began to shake. Why did she need to write some stupid report for some asshole who didn't deserve his position? Just because her kids?

She loved her kids. But because of them she was stuck in this dead ass job. Because of them her sexy body was left being oogled by some pervert boss instead of appreciated by a publication. Why was she feeling resentment now? Things were better, easier. And soon if those offers were still around she could take them. The kids were nearly done college. But life had been hard. Her sex life had died. All those young hot men who wanted her she turned down. Zia deserved to be compensated, to make up for lost time.

She was hungry. **** for youthful couplings. Hookups... spontaneous couplings...crushes. A man she liked losing control and just taking her in the moment.

Unaware the feed was going straight to her pervy boss she turned and changed into a sexy dress and did her make up nice. She looked at herself in her black dress and felt her knees weaken. She was so sexy! If she wasn't a mother....those F cup breasts and sinking cleavage. The way her hips stretched the fabric around her ass. Fuck. She needed someone. Now.

Hearing the doorbell, Zia rolled her eyes and opened the front door.

A young man, not as handsome as her fantasy men but still cute and young was standing there with a pizza box, "Pizza delivery for Miss Teal?"

"Misu- Teal...yeah that's me." She corrected herself almost saying she had been married before. She leaned against the doorframe, letting her curvy figure fully present itself. Her dress rode up a bit in her pose, her tits pressed out, her red lace panties flashing him. "But I didn't order a pizza."

The man shrugs looking at the receipt, "This says you did. Will be sixty dollars."

"Sixty! I'm not paying sixty for pizza I didn't order!?" Zia huffed until an idea made her smile. Eyeing his crotch she shamelessly melted into him, "But I can think of a different way to pay for it if you are interested...."

"Shit! This sort of stuff really happens?" The man widened his eyes, feeling her warm body press into him. She nodded, trying not to moan at the contact of a man finally. Even if she was just squeezing her breasts against his shoulder. "Hell yeah!"

The two quickly found his bottom half naked, the straps of her dress fallen, tits mostly out. She pulled up her dress to expose her ass as she blew him. Not caring to ask for a name. It didn't matter. She needed to be sexy. To be craved. To hear the satisfied moans of a man. She missed it so much. She missed being a slut. Well she never really was one...never hurt to try now.

Neither were aware the webcam was still on. In fact with how long it had been and how hot this fantasy was, Zia probably wouldn't have cared.