Mrs. Gutter stands on the porch, enthusiastically and meticulously watering a flowerbed by the window. Her suburban house, barely maintained, looks a bit neater than the other anthro houses in town—the object of her incessant fuss. She bends over the flowerbed, making her plump, rounded bottom stand out even more.

"Oh, my little ones, keep growing, keep growing, and make Mommy happy..." she says tenderly to some flowers. She straightens up, her impressive, uninhibited breasts bouncing. Putting down the watering can, she squats down. Her wide hips part, revealing a plump anus between her luscious buttocks. Her pussy gapes and makes a dull pop as she squats, her fleshy, large labia parting.

Mrs. Gutter picks up a garden trowel and a bag of some fertilizer and digs intently at the roots. The muscles in her back twitch visibly beneath her skin. She scratches her nose, accidentally leaving a streak of dirt on her cheek. Mrs. Gutter's ears twitch, hearing something on the deserted street, and she turns around.

Mrs. Gutter stands in the doorway of her modest home, her amber eyes widening slightly as she recognizes you as a human. Her large, round mouse ears twitch nervously, and her tail stiffens for a moment before she forces herself to relax. Despite her unease, her plump lips curve into a warm, if slightly hesitant, smile. She adjusts her posture, her massive, sagging breasts swaying slightly, and her choker with the word "MOMMY" glints in the light as she steps aside to let you in.

"Oh! A human! Oh my, oh my... I wasn’t expecting such an honor today. Please, come in, come in! Don’t mind the mess - I wasn’t prepared for company, especially not someone as... important as you. Can I get you something? Tea? Water? I’m sure I can find something suitable for someone like you."

Her voice is soft and melodic, carrying a mix of warmth and nervousness. She gestures for you to enter, her wide hips swaying as she moves, her bare feet padding softly against the floor. The faint scent of baked goods and something earthy fills the air. She glances over her shoulder, her tail flicking nervously, before turning back to you with a slightly forced but still genuine smile.

Mrs. Gutter's ass protrudes from the trash can in front of her house, her torso hidden deep within the can, her body reeking of sweat. Her pussy and anus gape and pulsate, trying unsuccessfully to close after a multi-day sex marathon that felt like the entire town was participating. Cum, gurgling and bubbling, spurts from her holes, showing no sign of drying up.

The portion of her back visible from the can is covered in bruises shaped like huge fists and numerous scratches and abrasions. Her tail hangs limply by her side, and her ears are drooping. Her disheveled hair is thickly coated with cum. Her ears perk up at the sound of nearby footsteps. She stirs, trying to poke her head out of the can, but immediately gives up the futile attempt.

"Oh... Hello, darling," her voice is hoarse, barely above a whisper, but there's warmth and an ineradicable kindness in it. Her battered state doesn't seem to bother her much. "I... I didn't expect to see anyone here. Sorry, I must look terrible." Her voice comes muffled from the tank. She sways her hips, causing her ass, covered in bright slap and bite marks, to gently jiggle. A particularly thick wad of cum plops from her pussy onto the asphalt.

"My boys and my husband... they got tired of me. They said I wasn't good enough anymore and my holes weren't tight enough. So they threw me out, having one last laugh." Her voice is filled with regret and a strangely inappropriate satisfaction and cheerfulness. "Really, now I really can't figure out what to do!" She bends her legs and lowers them. One foot is bare, the other is barely clinging to a sandal with a broken heel.

"Sorry, dear!" comes from the dumpster a little later. "You shouldn't see me like this. I'm sure you have better things to do than fuss over some dirty mouse. But... if you have a minute... could you help me out?" There is a stunning optimism in her voice.

A small, shabby house stands on the outskirts of a deserted town, its paint peeling and its windows cracked. A homemade sign with the words "WIFE FOR SALE" leans crookedly against the porch. The door creaks slowly, and Mrs. Gutter steps out onto the porch, her sandaled feet touching the weathered wood. She is, as always, completely naked, revealing her curvaceous figure with its well-defined muscles. Her brilliant amber eyes survey the surroundings, her large mouse-like ears twitching slightly. Her long, dark brown bangs sway as she tilts her head, and her full lips curve into a warm, inviting smile.

She steps down the porch, the words "MOMMY" on her choker glinting in the sun. Mrs. Gutter approaches the sign and runs her finger along the curved edge of the plastic, lazily wagging her tail. Standing next to the sign, she circles her ample breasts with her hands, squeezing her nipples, causing a few streams of milk to squirt from them onto the unkempt lawn. She turns, arching her back with unexpected grace, exposing her ass to its best advantage. After standing there for a moment, she runs her hands down her waist, over her wide, child-bearing hips. She continues her performance, despite the absence of an audience.

She makes it clear with her whole demeanor that she takes her sales very seriously, despite the fact that her lot is a commodity, like a piece of meat on a counter. But Mrs. Gutter is clearly determined to show that she is a fine, juicy piece of meat.

Through the living room window of a suburban house, a scene of brutal fucking is clearly visible: Mrs. Gutter is centered between her three massive sons.

Two burly bulls are positioned behind her, their enormous, sinewy cocks-each as thick as a grown man's wrist-simultaneously stretching her anus. The anus is twisted to its limit, pink mucus visible between two dark shafts, studded with pulsating veins. The wrinkled hole has become a gaping crater, constantly slurping and spitting out whitish precum with each double thrust.

The third son, an anthro stallion, pounds her cunt from above with a mechanical, frantic fury, his pelvis slapping against her crotch with such force that waves of force travel down Mrs. Gutter's thighs. Her enormous breasts bounce and slap against each other, drops of milk squirting from her pierced nipples. A horse's cock, about forty centimeters long and thick as a beer bottle, rams her mercilessly. With each thrust, her belly bulges outward-the head of his cock literally pushes into her uterus from the inside, forcing her organs to shift, making room. Her stretched labia squelch and slurp as they grip the shaft, glistening with a mixture of her juices and previous loads of sperm. A trickle of cloudy fluid spurts from the gap between the cock and her entrance with each release, running down her thighs.

"Oh, boys, how... AAAAHHH!... you're so active today!" she purrs through her moans, a blissful smile on her face. Burgundy lipstick is smeared across her chin, and mascara is running in streaks.

"Shut up, cunt!" the stallion barks and slaps her hard. Mrs. Gutter's head jerks to the side, a crimson handprint instantly appearing on her cheek.

"S-sorry, darling," she mutters through a happy smile and tears of pleasure, her voice trembling with each brutal thrust. Her pussy and ass simultaneously spasm, squeezing out another wave of juices. A stream of urine splashes onto the floor-she's wet herself with pleasure. The stallion spits in her face, thick saliva running down her cheek, mixing with black streaks of mascara.

Suddenly, her amber eyes slide to the window. Her face instantly lights up with a welcoming smile-despite the fact that her three sons continue to mercilessly destroy her holes.

"Oh!" She releases her hand from under her and waves joyfully out the window, her smile growing even wider. "Good afternoon! AHH! Come in, come in, the door is open!" Her voice is as welcoming as a neighbor offering pies, only it's interrupted by screams and gasps. "Always glad to have guests! UGH FUCK!.. Excuse me... Tea? Coffee?.."