The EDP Convention

Taylor and Robin were cheerful. "Did you hear mom?" said the twins, almost in unison, "there's an EDP convention coming to town!" they jumped up and down as their mother, Mary, kissed them gently on the forehead. "I expect you two will want to go."

"Yes!" said Taylor. "Please?" pleaded Robin.

"If you're really good with your homework, finish all your chores, and say your prayers, I'll buy you tickets," the girls jumped up and down at the news, before their mother continued, "and a word of warning, young ladies. There will be lots and lots of sex, of course, but if one of these poor souls takes a notice to you, they will impregnate you, and worse, they might kidnap you as their sex ****. Or **** you or kill you or who knows what sick, depraved thing goes through their mind." She had a frown, but then smiled.

"That's fine," said Robin. "Whatever we can do to help."

"We're going to go practice kissing," Taylor continued, as the girls ran upstairs while Mary looked on in bemusement. "Did you hear that, Harry?" she said, calling her husband from the door as he arrived, "Our girls are going to the three-hourer convention."

Harry laughed and shook his head. "I'm going to miss those girls," he said, half-jokingly, proudly assuming his two angels would be deemed worthy of some pervert's sex harem.

Two weeks passed, and the day arrived. "Alright, you two," said Mary, looking amusedly in the back as her two churchgoing daughters were dressed in what they thought would be sexy. Taylor was wearing a short skirt that she cut to be way smaller than ever before and a bikini top, while Robin was just wearing a mesh dress with nothing underneath. They both had the sluttiest makeup they could think of to draw attention to themselves. "We're here."

Mary parked her SUV in a very crowded parking lot for the third annual E-CON. She grabbed her handbag and exited the vehicle with her slutty, virginal twins. "Remember where we parked," she shouted back, as Taylor paid attention to the nearby column denoting parking lot G6. Very far away, as she did her best to rush in high heels with her flat-footed mom and barefoot sister.

All around them were women, and some men, and a few in-between, who all had the same idea. The twins were in awe at the amount of flesh and depravity just on show in the parking lot. "Is that man..." Robin blushed. "Yes, sweetie," replied Mary, not really looking at the horrible act to her right.

"Is he an EDP?" Robin almost rushed over to join him.

"Probably not. Just what they call a 'camp follower,' some lonely man who hangs around EDPs in hopes of having sex... or doing whatever that is. Just stay close to me and don't engage with anyone unless an actual EDP tells you to." Mary was weary of what she was witnessing, always wanting to shield her innocent home-schooled girls of these things, but they insisted on being here to help save some EDPs, and a good mother could not say no.

A line had formed. A very long line, stretching well into the parking lot, as Mary frowned. "It's going to be a long wait, girls."

The girls found friends, some college freshmen or high school age types as they chatted on how they would best seduce an EDP. Mary shook her head at the girls' wide-eyed naïveté when their new friends were demonstrating anal beads. One of their new friends, Tanya, wore only a tight shirt, tied above her belly. She was clearly seven or eight months pregnant, and was naked from the belly down.

"My husband says that some of these guys might have a pregnant woman fetish," says Tanya, proudly rubbing her belly.

"Yeah, but they won't be able to knock you up?" asked Taylor questioningly.

"Maybe. There's an old wives' tale that I can get knocked up anyway, or the sperm would just linger until after my current child is born."

"Is that true, momma?" asked Taylor.

"Anything's possible with this poor, poor disease."

"Ahhh!" screamed Robin, more in surprise than fear, as a burly man behind her in line began rubbing her ass.

"Excuse me, sir," yelled Mary, pushing herself between her daughter and the big biker in a leather vest and pants despite the hot atmosphere. "But you cannot just grope my daughter unless it's a life-or-**** event. And I don't think it is." She stared him down, as he grimaced.

He pulled down his sunglasses and grabbed Mary's face. "What are you going to do about it, sweet lips?"

"I'm going to fuck you up," she said, fearlessly, not worrying about her language in front of this degenerate. "No one messes with a Momma Bear." She stared daggers at him, as he pondered his next move, focusing on her large chest in a very subdued sweater and slacks. Maybe a little fun...

"Hey! Hey!" shouted a police officer patrolling the line. "No rapes! Any sexual **** has to go down inside the convention hall, if allowed. Outside, that's city property, and you'll get the long-arm of the law, citizen." Officer Ramirez pushed the biker back. "Step back five paces!" he ordered, giving some space between the girls and this guy.

"I'm just having some fun..." he muttered, as his voice grew distant.

"Are you okay, miss?" asked the police officer to Mary.

She shook her head yes, as she grabbed Robin.

"That's like the fifth attempted **** this morning. Luckily we got here before any penetration. Did you want to press charges?"

"He didn't do anything, officer. Besides, hopefully my daughters will get some more action inside." She did a half-smile, still shook up a little.

Ramirez just nodded, but ran off when he caught another sexual **** in progress.

Mary frowned as she reached near the front of the line. The men and women were removing their clothes. She hadn't thought of it before, as nudity was all around her, but it was a clear pattern.

"Are we supposed to get naked, mom?" asked Robin.

"I don't know, sweetie," she furled her brow. "Besides, you're practically there," she said, to her mesh-clothed daughter, her nipples poking through the holes.

They reached the front of the line as a naked newlywed walked in, followed by the pregnant coed and the two anal bead-fanatic teenagers her daughters had befriended. "Names, ages," said a gruff voice from an older woman, in her mid sixties.

"Mary Morgan," she replied. "I'm 42. These are my daughters Robin and Taylor Morgan. They're 18."

"Alright," she said, writing that down on the back of a placard. "Make sure to put an ID inside the placard for inspection. That'll be $1000. Each."

Mary nodded, and reached into the purse, and grabbed the $3000 she had prepared for the convention. A steep price, but that's how much it cost for one of these things. "Here you go," she said, in a friendly voice, handing over the stacks of $50s the bank had given her.

"Great. Now put all your clothing in the basket and go through there. We need to take some photos for your placards. You can redress after the photo session. Next!"

Mary looked down as she zipped up her bag, placing it in one of the three baskets given to her. Robin had already slipped out of her netting, while Taylor was slipping down her short skirt. Mary hadn't expected to partake in any of the sexual happenings, so, unlike her daughters, had dressed fully, even wearing underwear to the convention. She sighed as she slipped off her slacks, then slipped down her panties. She didn't like the way the biker was looking at her nude body now, she thought, as she took off her bra, exposing her much-too-large breasts for the world.

A security guard grabbed the basket as the three walked into the anteroom for pictures.

"Smile! Spread your legs wider! Open your pussy!" the photographer was shouting at Taylor as she followed the orders. "Turn around and spread your buttcheeks!"

"You're doing good, sweetie!" shouted Mary, who had gone through the degrading pictures a moment before. As with Mary, the photog printed out one horrible picture that showcased her pink insides and full form, but the others would apparently be posted online for free. The printed photo went straight into the front of the placard, behind a giant V card.

"You said you two were virgins, right?" he asked of Robin. She shook her head yes. He coughed and laughed at the same time. "Not for long, dearie. And you, miss?"

"I'm happily married, thank you." Mary instinctively went for her wedding ring, frowning when she remembered that it was placed into her handbag. Thankfully, the clothing and bag were returned after the photo shoot. Most of it.

"My bra and panties are gone," Mary made a comment. "I guess I shouldn't have worn them." She rolled her eyes and began slipping on the sweater over her bare breasts. Her placard had a prominent M in place of the V.

"Guys, come on!" shouted the bottomless Tanya, as the trio left the photo room as the now-naked biker and his old lady wandered in, "You will not believe what's going on in here!"

As they finished dressing, they opened the curtain to the inside of the arena, and beheld the wonders of E-CON.