A crisis of confidence

Michelle swallows her pride, cheeks burning red as she starts to nervously and awkwardly wiggle her hips back and forth.

"Ok," the frat boy says, the disappointment obvious in his voice. "Come on! You can do better than that!"

The humiliated woman-of-a-certain-age sighed and stopped her clumsy dancing.

"Told ya bro," bellows one of the other frat boys. "She's just some old skank!"

Michelle winced at the comment, her pride greatly wounded.

In her youth (which Michelle still insisted hadn't been THAT long ago), she had been the talk of the town. Way hotter than either of her daughters (she told herself). She had been a real head-turner, a steamy, seductive sex-pot that could have any man she wanted (and often did, causing much heartache to those men's then-current girlfriends).

Now the not-quite-50-year-old was being mocked by a bunch of horny, drunken college kids.

She looked down at herself, a mixture of shame and self-loathing washing over her as she really took stock of her current state.

Her breast were certainly saggier now, thanks to gravity and raising two ungrateful children. Her belly was soft with stretch marks she had never been able to completely get rid of after her pregrancies. She ran her hands over her ass and despaired. It had always been the part of her she had been most proud of; small, firm, pert, and able to drive any man who so much as glanced at it completely and utterly wild. It was none of those things now, Michelle thought to herself.

"Come on, granny! Give us a *hic* show!" Shouted one of the other, drunker men. "Or take that gray, old bush of yours and get lost!"

The 46-year-old instinctively moved a hand cup her crotch, gasping in outrage as her cheeks burned and the boys laughed.

"Let's just go," sighed the first man. "She's not hot."

Michelle stood there, processing the damning words as the car started up once more.

Old? Ugly? Unsexy? That couldn't describe her. It wouldn't describe her.

"Wait!" Michelle shouts as she grabs hold of the door. "I think you're really going to like this!" She says, letting go of the car and stepping back as the driver puts it back in park.

Butterflies flutter in her tummy as she thinks back to her honeymoon, and the absolutely naughty things she did at the insistence of her husband, Vanessa and Lauren's dad.

"Are you watching?" She nervously asks.