Anarchy

Mary frowned a bit at what she was seeing. There was no rhyme or reason to any of this. It was one massive orgy at the front of the arena, naked and semi-naked bodies but presumably no EDP in sight. "Excuse me. Pardon me." Mary and the girls stepped over and around the gyrating couples and throuples.

"M-mom..." Robin called out as she stopped. Mary and Taylor turned around to see the young woman stopped dead in her tracks as two other women were fondling her through her mesh clothing, kneading her breasts, and began jilling her off. "Should- should I let them?"

"Come along, Robin. We'll see about the orgy on the way out," said Mary, pulling the woman's hand out of her daughter, and pulling her daughter's arm forward from the crowd.

Inside the event proper, there were stands and kiosks. Vendors and celebrities. And, of course, EDPs from around the globe with long lines of those wishing to fuck them. A set of recreational glory holes were set up along the walls with women (and some men) partaking in its pleasures.

The stands included:

• The Take-A-Bitch Foundation: Now asking for volunteers to help the most needy get the most out of their needs.
• "Phalarsenasthenia and You": A Presentation by renowned Mayo Clinic Doctor Tracy Mitchell, on how best to pleasure or be pleasured by an EDP.
• The newly elected Governor of Wisconsin offering gropings for charity
• A screening of the uncut version of _Avengers: Endgame _with the films directors and a special guest (to be announced).
• Autograph signing of _How Erection Dependence Reformed My Views on Women _by Nathaniel Briggs, EDP.

"Ooh, I'm going to grope the Governor!" shouted Taylor. "I want to watch the Avengers!" replied Robin, as they both ran off out of sight. "Wait, girls!" shouted Mary, out of fear and annoyance. Getting lost in a place like this could get them lost forever. She turned to follow... Robin, but bumped into a larger threat.

"Hello, sugar," shouted the biker from outside as he stood over Mary, menacingly. Mary clutched her purse but did not falter. "What do you want, fucker?" she spouted with venom at this lowlife.

He bellowed out a laugh and grabbed her chin. "What all men want," he whispered. Mary side-eyed the roving guards with rifles - a couple EDPs have been attacked in the last few years, leading to quite the escalation to prevent it from happening again - but none seemed worried about the routine sexual **** about to commence. He grabbed her arm and pulled her forward. "Let's find a private place."

"No..." Mary was stopping this. The biker's girlfriend pushed her from behind. A junkie with a black eye, she seemed resigned to let this go forward. "Just do what he says," she says, offering no threat or reasoning.

The crowds grew denser, as Mary managed to slip her arm out of the sweater as it was torn off by the man's ****. She ducked down and swerve around the girlfriend as she headed out of sight. The biker had a handful of sweater and Mary's purse and frowned as he and his old lady looked around for the topless milf, lost in a sea of topless milfs.

Robin took pictures of the Governor's fully nude body as some teenage boys and teenage-at-heart enjoyed its offerings. The Governor was surrounded by pictures of her brother, an EDP who was shot and killed some months back, but not before fucking his politician sister and giving her the seed, both of a new life, and of the current laws in her state that rampantly protected those who were dependent. "It's okay. You can touch," said the Governor as Robin realized she had walked in way close around the crowd. Robin felt the woman's pregnant belly and smiled when she felt a kick. She wondered if that might be her in a few months.

Taylor sat antsy in the few seats provided for this screening of the last Avengers movie. Her parents didn't approve of superhero movies, let alone sex movies, but this movie (colloquially also known as Avengers: Rear End Game) was created by introducing several scenes after an EDP had invaded the set during some reshoots and ordered them to include his sexual liaisons with the actresses in the finished work. It was a bit of a jarring tone when the movie seemed to stop all of sudden for Captain Marvel to eat this random guy's ass or Black Widow coming back from the dead appearing "as a ghost" while being double-teamed with War Machine. The movie ended on a sad tone with Iron Man giving a eulogy for the fallen hero who was Random Guy #3 (in real life, he was an EDP who had fallen into a coma), as all the female heroes looked on sad and visibly pregnant.

"But wait," said Scarlett Johansson, clearly pregnant (again?) to the whir of the crowd. "We have a special guest!" To Taylor's delight, they wheeled out the body of the EDP, hooked up to machines but clearly still alive and able to fuck. "Who wants to be the first to fuck him tonight?" she squeed, as Taylor's hand went up amongst dozens for the opportunity.

Mary could see the biker coming closer, looking for her, as she swarmed under and around the crowd. Past the Avengers, past Briggs, and into the Mitchell presentation. "Excuse me?" came an annoyed Dr. Mitchell, sliding up her glasses as Mary found herself on stage under a spotlight. She looked around at the mostly academics in the crowd who were confused, and the four hospital beds with naked, **** women in four stages of apparent pregnancy. "Can I help you?"

"I'm sorry," Mary said, sheepishly as all lights were upon her. "I was just trying to get away from a, uh, ****."

A **** who appeared on stage, but tried to backtrack, "Uh, actually," the big man said. "I was just going to return this lady's purse and sweater." He was sweating as he saw the rifle-toting security guards.

Dr. Mitchell didn't seemed to care. "Yeah, okay. Just please go." But then she held her earpiece. "Wait!"

Mary and the biker turned as they were getting off the stage. "Come back here."

They stood in the center as Tracy left her lectern and walked in-between them. Her glasses were oddly shining as she looked them both up and down. "I have a hotline to a certain shy EDP at the moment, and he wants you two to fuck. Please take off your clothes."

Without any ado, Mary took off her one piece of clothing (not counting shoes and socks), as a bed was wheeled out for their use. Tracy began fondling Mary's large chest and then slid down to her nethers, teasing and pulling, rubbing and gently pinching. "What are you doing?" breathed Mary as she was getting pleasure from this colleague.

"I'm getting you wet," she said, analytically, "It'll make the fucking more satisfactory." She took one gander at the biker, nicknamed "Big Brute" according to one obnoxious tattoo, and rolled her eyes. He was ready-to-fuck before they even got up there, and his large appearance wasn't very attractive to anyone in the room.

"I told you I'd get you, sugar," said Big Brute a few minutes later as he hovered over Mary's naked body and prepared to enter. "Just get on with it," she replied, but bit her tongue as he entered her full ****. The man was massive, not just in weight, but in girth, and put her good, honest, Christian husband to shame. It was an interesting, unique experience, being fucked by this guy in full view, and he seemed to know a little about what he was doing.

He grabbed her hips and slithered around. He didn't kiss Mary, they weren't that close. This was a necessary transaction for the benefit of a poor lost soul somewhere, and would be done as quickly as possible, thought Mary, wishing Big Brute would take his time, though.

It didn't take him long to get Mary to cum (sucking on her hyper-sensitive nipples did the trick), and her already pre-wetted pussy was filled with more viscous liquid before a moment passed, as Big Brute became a little lighter and a lot more tired after expending his energy.

"Thank you," said Dr. Mitchell, in a not-so-polite manner to get them to get off the bed, which was wheeled away by two nurses in strange pink karate gis. Mary stood there silently, holding hands with her "****" as she waited for whatever came next. Tracy knelt before her and swabbed her pussy, picking out some of Big Brute's semen. "This'll act as a control substance," she said, although Mary thought there was something more sinister going on.

She turned to face the three **** women, as Dr. Mitchell interjected: "We're doing sexual research on these three to try to awaken them from their comatose state. They are free to use by anyone at the convention. As you can see," Tracy reached into the younger victim's cunt, collecting a sticky mess, "They've already been fucked a few times before."

"Mom!" shouted Robin from the crowd, as Mary turned and blushed at the thought of being in such a compromised position. "Yes, sweetie," replied Mary as she began looking for her jeans.

"That was hot!" Mary just rolled her eyes as she slipped on some clothes. Big Brute handed her her sweater, but it was so stretched out and nearly torn, that she just threw it away.

"Where's your sister?" asked Mary, as she got off the stage with Brute's help. He handed her her purse and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "She's getting fucked!"

The three raced to the _Avengers _stand where Taylor was straddling a poor emaciated boy hooked up to several machines. Another coma victim, Mary thought, wondering if there was a connection. But this coma boy was an EDP, as she recognized him from the news, while Scarlett Johansson (!) stripped and beautiful as always, sat near the boy's head on a special stool.

As Taylor reached under her short skirt, where no underwear could be found, she found the entry way for a special connection. Scarlett helped guide it in, and the two women smiled as Taylor began her motivation, aided in losing her virginity by the world's highest-paid female actress. Mary looked on in pride as she watched her young daughter become a woman.

An hour later, Taylor and Mary sat outside one of the many fuckbooths as they talked about how their day went. "I'll have to get that movie when we get home," replied Mary, at the tail end of a conversation. "Maybe we can be a little less strict on you girls, now that you're women." Mother and daughter smiled at each other, although Mary felt a little unease when Taylor's hand fell upon her thigh.

"You weren't kidding, momma," said Robin, exiting the fuckbooth fully fucked. "That was amazing!" Her mesh clothing was torn to shreds now as Mary just shook her head.

"Yeah, thank you, ma'am," said Big Brute, huffing in his deep voice. "You're really kind, Miss..." he was interrupted by Mary getting up and kissing him.

"Morgan. Mary Morgan. And here's my phone number. You already have my address from when you stole my license," she winked at him as he blushed a little. "Come on up and see me some time. And the girls."

"Well... I've got to go find my old lady. I think she's still in one of the gang bangs I left her at." And with that, he skulked away.

"It's getting late, girls," said Mary, as she held up her purse to her bare chest and pulled out a cell phone. "We should be heading home."

"Awww..." came the simultaneous reply. "Are going to come back tomorrow?" came a more unlikely simultaneous follow-up.

"Only if I can scrounge up another $3000 from your father," said Mary, sighing. "You're going to have to turn in your V-cards," she further joked.

"But let's see if we can hit up that orgy on the way out, first..."