Missy the MILF

Missy was used to the stares and whispers. She knew that her yoga pants were the subject of gossip among the other moms at soccer practice. But she didn't care. She loved the way they hugged her curves and made her feel confident.

As she watched Carl play on the field, she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. He was tough and determined, just like his mom. But as the game went on, she noticed a group of boys taunting him from the sidelines.

Missy's blood boiled as she strode over to them, her yoga pants stretched tight over her shapely legs. "What's the matter with you boys?" she demanded, her voice sharp.

One of the boys sneered at her. "Your mom's pants are so tight, we can see her underwear!" he jeered.

Missy was unfazed. "That's because I'm wearing a thong," she said, smirking. The boys looked taken aback, not expecting such a response. Missy continued, "Now, if you don't have anything better to do than make fun of my son, then I suggest you find a new hobby. And if you want to make fun of my pants, that's fine too. I wear them because they make me feel good, not because I care about what anyone else thinks."

With that, Missy turned and walked back to the field, her head held high. She could feel the stares of the other moms on her, but she didn't let it bother her. She was proud of who she was and what she wore.

As the game ended and the players began to pack up, Missy noticed Carl walking towards her with a scowl on his face. "Mom, why do you always have to wear those pants? The other kids make fun of me because of it," he grumbled.

Missy put a hand on Carl's shoulder and looked into his eyes. "Listen to me, Carl. You should never be ashamed of who you are or where you come from. Mommy wears these pants because they make her feel good, and you should never let anyone make you feel bad about that."

Carl looked up at her, his eyes wide with surprise. "But what about the other kids? They keep calling you a MILF."

Missy laughed. "Well, let them call me whatever they want. I'm proud of my body and my sexuality, and I have nothing to be ashamed of. And besides, being a MILF is a compliment! It means I'm still hot even though I'm a mom."

Carl rolled his eyes, but Missy could see the hint of a smile on his face. "Thanks, Mom," he said, looking up at her with newfound respect.

Missy wrapped an arm around her son and led him towards the car.

Missy knew that her yoga pants were getting even tighter, but she didn't care. She loved the way they made her feel, and she enjoyed the attention that they brought her. And she knew that her son Carl was embarrassed by the constant teasing from his bullies, but she couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction when they gawked at her body.

One day, when Missy was dropping Carl off at school, she noticed a group of boys pointing and laughing at her. She looked down and realized that her pants were showing some serious cameltoe. But instead of feeling embarrassed, she felt a thrill of excitement. She knew that the boys were staring at her body, and it made her feel powerful.

When Carl got out of the car, he shot her a look of disgust. "Mom, can't you wear something normal for once?" he groaned.

Missy just grinned. "Sorry, sweetie. But mommy likes to show off her assets."

She always leaves her shades up, and she can see them hanging out when she walks around the pool. Carl would never tell, but that was just an excuse to get a glimpse at Mom.

One day after school, Carl saw his bullies walking up to his front door, and he quickly locked himself in his room. He had heard, from something that the bullies had said earlier, that they wanted to see Mom wearing her thong, especially if she was tanning in her "birthday suit."

Sure enough, Carl could hear the boys talking downstairs. He crept over to the door and peeked out of his bedroom window.

The boys were making smalltalk with his mom. They seemed to be enjoying her company, and Missy was laughing and joking around with them. They were probably telling her how great she looked in her bikini.

After seeing Missy sunbathing, the bullies decided next time they heard the shower running, they would peep on her to see her mini bush.

One day, when Missy was showering, the bullies broke into the house and went upstairs to her room. They tiptoed over to the bathroom door, which was cracked open and could hear the water running. Her bedroom door was also open and the boys slipped inside.

Missy was washing her hair, and when she bent over to shampoo the back of her head, she realized that she was blocking the shower door. She then stood up, and her back to the door and spread her legs, keeping her knees locked so that the bullies could get a good view of her neatly trimmed pussy.

Missy shocked when she heard a clear giggle come from right inside the doorway, and she quickly opened her eyes and spun around to look.

The bullies were standing in her room, each holding a camera phone, and they were taking pictures. One of them even had the audacity to start recording a video.

Missy was more worried about her son. He usually came home from school at the same time she did, and he could come in at any time. "I'm going to go check on my son," she said, trying not to let any of the rage in her voice.

The bullies were used to getting what they wanted, and they weren't about to let her get away just like that. "We'll go with you," they said, grinning wickedly. They followed Missy downstairs and into the kitchen, where Carl was eating a snack.

One of the boys went up to Carl and ruffled his hair. "So, you're Missy's son, huh?"

Carl tried to nod, but instead, he choked on a cookie. Missy immediately jogged over to him and patted him on the back, and he caught his breath. "Yeah," he muttered, blushing.

Missy saw the look of discomfort in Carl's eyes and knew she had to get these bullies out of her house before things escalated. "Thanks for coming over, guys, but it's time for you to leave," she said sternly, standing between them and Carl.

The bullies laughed and pushed past her, heading towards the door. "See you later, Missy," one of them sneered, and they all left, slamming the door behind them.

Missy breathed a sigh of relief and turned to Carl. "Are you okay?"

Carl nodded, but his eyes were still wide with fear. "I'm fine, Mom, but who were those guys?"

Missy hesitated. She knew she couldn't keep the truth from him any longer. "They're bullies, Carl. They've been bothering me at work, and now they're coming into our home."

Carl's eyes widened as he listened to his mom. "They want to see you naked?"

Missy nodded slowly. "And at this point, it's not up to me. They're going to see me naked no matter what I do. All I can do is make sure that they get a good look and they never bother you or me again."

Carl was horrified. He couldn't believe that anyone would want to see his mom naked, let alone the bullies who had been making fun of him all year. But he couldn't stand the thought of the boys seeing someone he cared about in such an embarrassing position. "You're right, Mom," he said. "I'll come up with a plan."

The next day, Missy was cleaning the bathroom while Carl was out with a friend, when her phone buzzed. She quickly answered it, expecting Carl to tell her that he would be home soon, but it was a photo from the bullies. It was a picture of her bathroom mirror, which was foggy from the steam in the air. But one of the boys had blown the steam away, revealing her reflection. She was bent over, scrubbing the bottom of the tub with her thong peeking out of the back of her yoga pants.

Missy gasped and quickly threw the picture on the floor. She rushed over to the bathroom door and slammed it; she didn't want Carl to see that.