Disclaimer: The following is a work of pure sexual fantasy and is intended for adult audiences ONLY. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading NOW and go tell your parent and/or guardian that you need stricter internet supervision. Any physical resemblance to a real person that any fictional character herein may bear is probably intentional and is meant as a compliment. Furthermore, all fictional characters in the following fantasy are professionals and good at what they do. So please, don't try this at home; if such things were even physically possible. If you still insist on trying this at home, please send all pictures and feedback about the experience to myself. If I can't stop you I can at least make sure you're doing it right. Consider yourself disclaimed.
The Expo, Part I
Laura tossed her purse and business suit jacket onto the passenger seat – leaving her clad in only her expensive, deep blue business skirt and button-up white silk blouse – locked the car's doors with her phone, and then tucked the device into her skirt's single small pocket. She smoothed out the few wrinkles in the short fabric and began walking up to the convention center's entrance. She was surprised at how busy the Women's Health and Wellness Expo was this year. Of course, the annual convention's size and attendance had been growing for years, to the point that it was now the center's single biggest convention of the year. There were literally thousands of women filing into the Expo to browse the booths, attend seminars and workshops, qualify for local and online discounts and gift certificates, sign up for the numerous door prizes, and of course get a hefty swag bag.
She wished Emily and Cora could attend with her, but they were still too young to get through the doors. At eighteen, they were well below the twenty years of age cut-off for attendance; and that was even with a parent or legal guardian. The cut-off for normal admittance was twenty five. This was to ensure that a certain level of maturity was maintained due to the sensitivity of the Expo's subject matter. A thousand embarrassed and giggling eighteen or nineteen year olds was bad for business all around. Laura understood the logic behind the prohibition perfectly well enough, not that she liked it much. She was sure her youngest daughters were mature enough to handle the subject matter without causing any undue fuss. After all, they had both been going through their anal training for months now; and Cora much longer than Emily. Neither girl was a stranger to painful anal dilation, daily rectal plugs, ass fisting, et cetera, et cetera.
Although, if Laura was honest, so had most girls their age; but even with basic anal training, some teenagers – and even a few twenty or twenty one year olds she'd seen – could make quite a scene when it came to the plugs their loving mothers shoved up their tight butts. Laura vividly remembered an incident just a few weeks ago and how embarrassed the entire women's locker room at her gym had been after a crying temper tantrum from a misbehaving nineteen year old had shattered the normal quite.
On that fateful day, Cora had joined her mother at the gym; as she did several times a week. As usual, Cora was lying back on one of the locker room's daughter changing stations. Daughter changing stations were similar to baby changing stations found in most public bathrooms, but larger and sturdier built. Just as a baby changing table was designed to help a mother change her baby's diaper, a daughter changing table was designed to help a mother change her daughter's plug; usually to a larger size. Cora was in her usual changing station position: Yoga pants around her ankles, legs pulled up and back, knees spread apart, and hands pulling her cheeks apart to give her mother better access to her nether hole.
Despite the seemingly unladylike behavior of such a wanton display of anal depravity, it was a locker room, after all - nobody could hide anything even if they'd wanted to; least of all oversized rectal plugs. So nobody even tried. Most health clubs even catered to their customer's anal needs and did their best to see to women's overall rectal wellbeing; hence the half dozen daughter changing stations along an entire wall of the women's locker room and an enema attachment under every shower head in the large communal shower area.
As it was just after school had let out, four of the six changing tables were occupied by eighteen to twenty year old young women while their mothers stood to the side and lubricated their daughter's rectums properly. Laura was idly chatting with her normal workout partner, Wanda, as she packed lubricant into Cora's backside with her fist – along with three quarters of her forearm. At the same time, Wanda worked lube into her own twenty year old daughter Jill's butt using a similar technique. As Jill was slightly older than Cora, she was taking her mother's arm quite a bit deeper.
Both Wanda and Laura had their other hands on their daughters' lower abdomens and were absently thumbing their daughters' clits. Laura loved feeling how deep her arm violated Cora's tight little butt through the younger woman's toned abdominal muscle wall. She could clearly feel her hand and wrist move around inside her daughter's intestines. Of course, since Cora only wore a sports bra, the depth of her anal violation was clearly visible from the bulging outline Laura's fist made as it worked its way deeper.
Wanda actually had to bend over slightly to get her elbow past her daughter's tight ring of muscle. She normally took one of the two changing tables that were mounted higher on the wall to get a better angle, but both of those tables had been occupied by other mother/daughter pairs. Through all this, neither Cora nor Jill had not uttered anything more than a few 'oohs' and 'aahs' as their mothers ensured their young daughters' asses were well lubricated for the wide and stubby workout plugs destined for their slowly loosening sphincters. The young women were perfect examples of proper anal etiquette.
It was then that the fifth station had been occupied by a relative newcomer to the gym and her daughter. As the new mother started to lubricate her teenager's asshole for her short, stubby workout plug, the daughter began to put on quite the show of agonizing pain and supposed parental mistreatment; despite the fact that her mother barely had her hand up the young woman's pert little bottom; it was barely past her wrist for God's sake! With how the young woman was carrying on, though, you'd think that her mother was either trying to shove a basketball up that untrained hole, or the young woman had never been anally fisted before in her life. Laura found both scenarios pretty hard to believe!
Laura, Wanda, Cora, and Jill all exchanged brief glances of horrified embarrassment as the unknown teenager continued wailing. Like the other women in the locker room, they had tried to ignore the misbehavior and pretend nothing was out of the ordinary. They had all simply gone about their business as normal, albeit in an expedited fashion. Laura had never seen the gym's locker room empty out so fast! She and Wanda had been among the last two out, after they'd finished plugging their daughters and then taken turns lubricating each other's much looser backsides for their own – much larger – workout plugs. Laura had actually been pretty sore the next day as Wanda had missed a few of the deeper spots inside her rectum in their haste to separate themselves from the uncomfortable situation.
Needless to say, the mother was asked by the gym's staff not to bring her daughter with her anymore until she was properly trained. Laura hadn't seen the poor, embarrassed woman back at the gym since. The memory made Laura glad that all her daughters had taken to bottom training as well as they had; even the somewhat anally reluctant Emily behaved better than that in public when she found herself atop a daughter changing table.
Her woolgathering had brought her almost to the ticket counter as she continued to consider the Expo's attendance requirements. The only other excluded demographic was men of all ages – unless he was a member of the medical community and had been pre-approved, like Dr Dermott. While fathers and brothers were more than welcome to assist in the proper anal education of their daughters and sisters, it was primarily the responsibility of mothers to ensure that tight, young, teenage assholes became gaping, pliable, womanly fuck holes. Of course, if a mother failed in her primary mission, it was the responsibility of husbands and sons to ensure that the inept mother's own back hole be properly punished for her failure. Laura briefly wondered how severely the mysterious woman at the gym had been punished by her husband for her daughter's unforgivable outburst.
Brutally, Laura hoped.
"Just one ma'am?" the young, perky blonde cashier asked politely, jerking Laura out of her thoughts.
"Yes. Just one."
"Would you like to pre-purchase any seminars or workshops? Most will probably sell out at the door," the young woman asked helpfully.
"Hmm... I'd like a ticket for Miko McAllen's seminar at 1:30, please." Miko McAllen was her favorite self-help author for women. Laura had already read her previous books:
