"Mom! Mom, wake up! You need to take us to school!" Emily Diana's 8 year old daughter exclaimed quickly. Diana rose with yawn and stretched out her arms.
"Give the keys to Evan (her 12 year old son) and wait in the car. I'll be down soon," Diana replied in her groggy state.
"Whatever," Emily grabbed the keys and sped out of the room. Diana stepped out of her bed and made her way to her closet to throw on the usual gray sweats and blue shirt. She was lucky that when her husband passed away he had life insurance. In a combination of that money, money from friends/neighbours and money both her and her deceased husbands parents provided her with enough to last her 4 years without working. She would have to do some light spending on food and such but for basic necessities she was pretty well off. Her kids were part of a program for struggling parents. It provided tuition for their school careers from Pre-K to Grade 12. She lived in a two story house with each of her kids having their own room. The one surprising thing was she was still fairly skinny even through all the stress. Her breasts were a fairly small B cup. Her arms and face remained thin with only a slight thickness to them both. Only a hint of a double chin appeared in her more unflattering positions. Her stomach had a slight bit of pudge on it just ever so slightly lipping over her tighter pants. Her rear was the largest portion of her body but not by much. It bulged outward to give any passer by a nice show or a bout of jealousy. She was always oblivious to her stunning good looks she had. Mainly because of the three children inside of her. She felt as though it had left her body disfigured in a way her self confidence had been flushed and it showed in the way she dressed. She wore baggy clothes the majority of the time even when going out. She only dressed up for special occasions with friends/family. As she dressed in her clothes she trudged downstairs and into her car. Two of her children sitting in the back patiently for their mother to arrive. Her third child Casey was 17 years old. She was quite independent and most often slept at her boyfriends house. She shared the same colour of hair as her mother but in a different style. She let hers flow down her shoulders and back. Also like her mother she had stunning good looks and was currently getting a scholarship for cheer leading.
"Finally mom! We're gonna be late!" Emily yelled towards her mother.
"Don't worry we'll make it. Buckle up," Diana replied calmly as she began to pull out of her driveway and toward the school. She dropped off the kids and began on her trip home. Does she..
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