Mrs. K's New Toy (NSFW)

>Mrs. Katswell had been feeling feistier than usual
>She visited the local sex shop, making sure her identity was concealed
>The sunhat and trenchcoat combo ensure that no one could recognize her
>Laying her money on the table with the brown bag in her arm, she almost felt dirty
>Hopefully this burning in her loins would cease afterwards
>Returning home, she pulled out the contents of the paper bag
>A bottle of lubricant and a rather large plug in the shape of a spade
>It was pink in color and had a soft, but firm texture
>She hid herself in her room and was quick to remove her pants, leaving only her apron and skirt
>After applying a copious amount of lubricant to her palm she began running it along the toy, being as thorough as possible
>The rest went to covering her puckered hole placed between her thick cheeks
>Feeling like it was enough, she positioned her hips over the plug, using a mirror in front of her for reference
>Her mouth parted and a low groan escaped as she felt it permeate her entrance, sliding into her rectum gingerly
>Crouching on the balls of her feet, she pushed back up a ways, not wanting to overwhelm her delicate rump
>For the next few minutes she made her cavity accommodate more and more of the toy, sitting down deeper each time before extracting it
>The lubricant helped sufficiently; allowing the plug to slip into her body with ease now that her cavity was relaxed
>Biting her lip, her hips dropped one last time and her worn hole stretched to its limits
>The woman bared her teeth and seethed, feeling the spade fill her body up
>Her cheeks swept the floor as the last of the toy entered her; her ass began to close around the base, sealing it inside of her
>Mrs. Katswell held a quivering hand in front of her mouth, trying not to scream as her walls worked around the large prosthetic
>Her drooling snatch craved for attention, and she ensured to give it what it craved
>That is until she heard a knock at the door
>Her daughter, Kitty, was coming over for dinner that evening
>And for the first time ever, she was early
>The mother felt her heart race, watching her half-naked form panic in front of her mirror
>She had no time
>Pushing up, she heart the plug pop off the ground from where it was suctioned onto
>The cat looked at herself anxiously in the mirror
>Turning around, she could see the toy firmly lodged between her cheeks
>She needed to calm herself down, but her medication was downstairs
>The same set of stairs she could hear someone climbing
>”Hey mom, you home?” Kitty called out, nearing her door
>Her mother was quick, running towards it before it could open further than a crack
>”Oh, hi sweetie! I’ll be down in a second, I was just getting dressed!”
>Her daughter looked at her through the crack in the door
>”Well, you look ready enough now. Come on, I wanted to go to the store for some ingredients before they close!” She replied excitedly
>Mrs. Katswell’s eyes almost bugged out
>The toy was beginning to slip out of her ass, perhaps she used a bit too much lubricant after all
>She donned a smile and tightened her glutes, hoping to slow the process
>”Oh…! Okay!” She smiled, hoping her daughter didn’t notice her shaking
>Stepping out of her room, Kitty turned around to head back downstairs
>Mrs. Katswell made quick work, slipping her hand between the wedge of her cheeks and reinserting the lost inches of the toy
>She had to stifle another groan feeling her rectum being filled again
>Her walls were straining trying to fit the substance, and her cheeks could only hold it back for so long
>Once in the car, Kitty held idle conversation about her day
>The two would often share stories of what they’ve done recently
>While Kitty would normally cut out any of the more death defying details of her missions, she knew her mother liked the more dramatic bits
>However today her mother didn’t feel like talking all that much
>The vibrations of the car as it ran over every bump and crack in the road reverberated into the toy lodged firmly inside of her
>Sitting down, she thought it would’ve been better, but now it was reaching deeper into her than before
>And why Kitty decided today to take the road under construction was beyond her
>She could feel her nipples hardening into her bra and hoped they wouldn’t poke through her shirt
> Her neglected womanhood also yearned for affection, dampening her underwear as she shifted her thighs around uncomfortably
>Finally they got to the grocery store and Kitty parked the car
>Mrs. Katswell opted to stay in the car, more for reasons she tended not to discuss, but Kitty insisted she come into the store with her
>”You always make sure I never buy what I don’t put on my list.” Kitty argued.
>”Oh…alright then.” Her mother responded meakly, exiting the car, and holding a hand over her stomach
>Kitty grabbed a cart and set the brisk pace for them, looking from her list to the aisles they walked past
>Mrs. Katswell, meanwhile, walked upright behind her, looking around to ensure no one was looking before digging between her cheeks again, having to constantly readjust herself
>”Okay, I wanted to get red kidney beans. Mom do we have any kale? Mom?”
>Kitty looked over to see her mother standing against a row of powdered creamer
>”Mom, you alright?” Mrs. Katswell, not wanting to alert her daughter, snapped to attention
>”Y-Yes! Yes, of course! Just-just a tad tired, honey! Been lying around the house all day!” She threw in a laugh for good measure, not wanting to explain how she had to almost slam her first into her backside to prevent the toy from shooting out
>Her daughter looked at her apprehensively before returning to her cart
>”Well, alright then. Do you know if we have any sausage in the fridge? I know we’ve got some tomatoes…” Kitty trailed on, roaming into another aisle as her mother stole herself away
>Clutching her chest, she knew she couldn’t keep up this charade for much longer
>She could feel the base of the plug pushing against her underwear
>Her butt was getting weak from fatigue and the toy was going to prevail eventually
>What only made it worse was how excited this made her
>She hadn’t felt a heat like this in years, if only she wasn’t in public with her daughter of all people
>Knowing she had little time, she crouched down to avoid being seen and flipped her skirt up
>Her pussy ached from a lack of attention, but she knew this wasn’t the time to fulfill it
>Just a taste, and nothing more
>With one hand holding a breast, the other scrambled frantically over her unsheathed clit
>The bundle of nerves reacted tremendously under her touch, sending inundating waves of pleasure through the woman, who forced herself quiet
>The toy was beginning to distend out of her once more, stretching her worn asshole to the breaking point
>Mrs. Katswell’s eyes fluttered as she had trouble focusing
>Saliva began to dribble down her cheek as she clenched her teeth, hoping she wouldn’t bite her tongue
>Her fingers picked up the nectar spilling out of her, covering the digits in a sticky revelation of how excited she was
>Her swollen clitoris fumbled through the spaces of her fingers; the mother was experienced in how to fulfill herself, and knew how to do it quickly
>Drops of her excitement pattered onto the tiled floor, leaving a small puddle where her hips rocked over the floor
>She felt the amassing sensation in her loins and knew she had to quickly bring it to a head
>As the toy slid out to its thickest circumference, Mrs. Katswell ran her hands spastically over herself, trying not to moan to loud
>Her chest heaved and sweat began to form and distend down her brow
>Sinking her fingers into her breast, she was ready for the coming tide to hit her
>However, as her muscles clamped down, the plug shot out of her rectum and onto the floor with a loud clap
>The mother’s eyes shot open in a drunken haze, but it was too late
>An orgasm of intensity she thought long lost shook her body to its core
>Her sex quivered, excreting more droplets of her pent up lust
>Her tired and now empty asshole gaped slightly, now empty of its prior intruder
>The adult cat, felt her body seize up and relax rapidly – her thighs had trouble staying still making it difficult to maintain her position
>Resting herself against a row of cereal, she was able to let herself become overwhelmed in pleasure, albeit only slightly
>She knew this would only stave off her quelling love momentarily, she’d need to tackle the beast later on after her daughter left
>However, for now, she could at least go on about her shopping
>Getting to her feet, it took a great deal of effort for the woman to not fall over
>Her legs had little energy left in them after such intense tremors and it took all of her muster to recover this quickly
>Her mind quickly shook out the afterglow and returned to where her daughter might’ve ran off to and she knew she didn’t have much time before she tried looking for her
>As she left the aisle, her battered rear-end reminded her that she forgot something
>Looking over her shoulder in horror, the pink buttplug stood prominently on the floor, contrasting any object near it as well as the white and red tiled floor
>There was no way she hide carry it around in the store, and no amount of space on her body could hold it without drawing unwanted attention from possible store employees
>However, the cat’s expression quickly became sullen; there was now an ample amount of space “inside” of her body to accommodate