Mistress MILF

Marion Mills was enjoying her usual day, the last of her children had finally left the house for their own place, at the age of 19, and now here she was, a good looking woman pushing 60 years old with her husband out of the house on business, at least that's what she had been told. She turned on the news in her cookie-cutter house, it was practically identical to the neighboring houses, with her 50" television, it almost clashed with the house's aesthetic but she didn't care much, and saw what would be the beginning of her spiral into a new existence. There, on the television, for a news broadcast, she saw her husband, Martin Mills, holding onto two of the newest celebrity superheroines, Ms. Tsunami and Lady Phase, a bit too intimately, their suits were also borderline erotic but were just far away enough from the line that they didn't get in trouble with the Office of Heroic Moral Compliance, of which Martin was a member of.

Marion nearly had a fit of rage when she saw him on the screen, but she decided to give the benefit of the doubt since it seemed to be this one time, to her knowledge. She quickly changed the channel to the Villain Watch Network, it was always best to keep up with the more publically known villainous activities. She nearly dropped the remote when she heard the recording sent out by the villainess known as Terror Trampette, the recording sounded like the voice of her daughter Marissa. Shortly after a new image of the villainess Hell-Gal, along with her new number 1 henchman, Marion nearly lost it when she noticed the figure of her new number 1 henchman looked eerily similar to her son Marcus. Suddenly, her phone rang with a message from her other daughter, Marsha, she said her boss was forcing her to work later than usual all week so she wouldn't be able to join for the special family dinner in a few days, at the same time there was talk about the villainess Madame Maelstrom bringing a new storm-related crisis to the city and the image showed henchwoman's hair that looked unmistakably as Marsha almost iconic hairdo, only 3 or 4 other people in the city had their hair in that same style.

Marion looked like she was on the verge of snapping but pulled it all together because she figured most of that could be explained away with some simple explanations, that hopefully were airtight and more than capable of holding water.