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loudly as an orgasm began to rock her body. Bucking her hips against her
bed and against her hand, she grabbed her soft, large breasts with her
other hand as the orgasm swept through her curved and pert body.
Exhausted, she lay still, basking in the glow of the feeling.
It had been years since Homer had been able to fuck her
effectively. The fat, lazy slob just pumped his dick in her pussy once
or twice, came, and rolled over and fell asleep. She needed more... so
she masturbated almost constantly when alone. The kids were at school,
and Homer was at work, so she wasn't worried about anybody finding out.
Sliding her hand over her hard nipples, she decided to go again. As her
finger entered her wet slit, she closed her eyes and didn't notice the
door to her bedroom slide open a crack.
Bart had skipped school, going down the comic shop and picking
up the latest issue of Radioactive Man. Remembering his mother saying
something about a doctor's appointment, he decided to just go home and
bask in the glory of slacking.
As he closed the door to his house, he heard a low noise
emanating from upstairs. He froze.
"Dammit dammit dammit dammit dammit dammit..." he whispered to
himself. If Mom was home, he was in deep shit. He didn't dare open the
door again. The moaning got louder. It sounded like Mom. Suddenly, he
got worried. What if she was in trouble?
Not wanting to take any unnecessary chances, he walked slowly up
the stairs, being absolutely careful not to make any noise. As he got
closer to his parents room, the moaning got more and more erratic,
louder and incredibly passionate. Just as he reached the closed door to
the master bedroom, the moaning stopped and he heard who he assumed was
his mom breathing very loudly.
Bart closed his eyes and turned the doorknob as quietly and
slowly as he could. To his vast relief, it made no noise as he opened
the door just a small crack to see what was going on inside. His eyes
widened, the comic book dropped to the floor unforgotten, and his dick
sprang to life.
He saw his naked mother sliding her fingers in and out of her
pussy, her sweaty, glistening breasts bouncing back and forth from her
body motions and low, erotic moans escaping her lips. He saw with
delight that her pussy was trimmed, blue hair kept neat and snipped,
forming a small square above her soaking slit.
He unbuttoned his shorts and pulled his now rock hard cock out.
Watching his mother with lustful eyes, he began to stroke his dick. He
imagined it was his dick, and not her fingers that were violating her
sweet pussy right now.
He had never thought of his mother in sexual terms until now. He
had often fantasized about his teacher, Mrs. Crabapple, and a few times
about Maude Flanders... but now he saw that his mother put them both to
shame. To his little boy eyes, her body was absolutely perfect. Her
large white breasts looked like two juicy fruits, begging to be played
with and sucked on. Her pussy, currently entertaining three fingers,
created an aroma that he could smell across the room, and he wondered
what it would be like to taste her juice. And her small, tight ass
bounced and wiggled in front of Bart's eyes, almost making him lose
control if he stared at it for too long.
Marge spread her legs wide. Bart wondered if she would put
another finger inside of her. But she didn't. Instead, she pulled her
hand away from her pussy, licked her fingers (much to Bart's delight),
and then slid them down to her ass. Astonished, Bart watched as she
spread her asscheeks and begin pushing a finger into her puckered anus.
It was too much for Bart. His cum spurted out in front of him,
causing him to gasp loudly. Marge yelled in surprise and yanked the
covers over her, her eyes going straight to Bart and his rapidly
softening cock. She opened her mouth, but with a flush of absolute
embarrassment and fear, Bart sprinted to his room, and slammed the door.
Marge heard the gasp and fear filled her. She yelled in
surprise, and as fast as she could, she extracted her finger from her
ass and pulled the covers over her. What she saw at the door astonished
her. Her little boy, her little sugarbug, Bart was standing there
staring at her masturbate, cum all over the floor. And, she couldn't
help it, her eyes fixated on his small cock. Not wanting to scare him,
she opened her mouth to calm him down, but he ran out of the room.
She sat in bed for a moment, trying to sort out what to do. He
was obviously frightened and most likely felt humiliated. Hell, she felt
the same way. Would he say anything? She needed to talk to him. She
needed to explain things... getting up, she pulled a green robe on and
walked out the door. But as she made her way to Bart's room, she
couldn't get the sight of his small cock out of her mind...
Marge walked down to Bart's room, her green robe hanging loosely
on her body. She could hear Bart doing something in his sanctuary. It
sounded like he was pulling sheets off of his bead!
Marge shook her head in despair. He had seen her wildly
masturbating, and from the looks of it, he had enjoyed the show
immensely. She was worried about her special little guy. He had gotten
so scared when she saw him peeping that he had fled her room, his face
beet red, leaving only a few spatters of boy cum drying on the carpet.
She needed to talk to him, explain what was going on... well, she didn't
know what she would say... but Marge knew that she needed to make her
baby feel better.
Marge reached Bart's door and knocked. "Bart? Bart, it's your
mother. May I come in?" No response. She slowly turned the doorknob and
opened the door.
Inside, she saw Bart's bed stripped bare, and a hastily erected
small tent. A small silhouette was shivering inside the shelter. Marge
sighed and pulled the sheet up. Inside was Bart, her son, staring up
with a look of absolute terror on his face. He was so scared that he had
forgotten to even pull up his pants. His small, limp dick hung between
his legs. Without meaning to, Marge stared at it for a few seconds,
admiring its hairless and shiny skin. Then, shaking herself, she kneeled
down next to him. She didn't notice her robe opening up, giving Bart a
magnificent view of her soft breasts.
"Bart, honey... it's alright." Bart looked at her, and
whispered: "You must hate me Mom." Marge smiled gently and sat down next
to him, putting her hand on his cheek. It never occurred to her to tell
him to pull his pants up.
Bart felt her hand on his cheek and inwardly he felt better
already. She didn't hate him. And then his gaze was drawn to her
wonderful cleavage. The green robe was opened up almost completely,
exposing her large tits, with large brown nipples protruding from the
center of each one. Bart's small cock began stirring to life again.
"Bart, I love you so much," his mother said. She smiled down at
him, and Bart smiled back. "But we need to talk about what just
happened."
"Mom, I'm sorry," Bart started, but Marge cut him off. "No Bart,
it's me who's sorry. You shouldn't have seen that. I need you to promise
you won't tell anyone." Bart was about to nod his head, when he got an
idea. Staring at her breasts rise and fall with her breath, a plan
formed in his head. He felt guilty for a second, but lust pushed it
down.
"I don't know Mom, I might not be able to keep it secret..." The
manipulator inside Bart rose to the surface. "You know how it affected
me." He gestured down to his cock, now rising to life. Marge looked down
and her eyes widened. Bart smiled.
Marge watched her son's small cock rise. She needed to keep him
quiet! Homer would never understand, and her reputation would be ruined
if her son went around telling people he saw her putting a finger in her
own ass!
"Bart, what can I do to make you keep this a secret?" Then
noticed, for the first time, him gazing lustily at her exposed breasts.
And she knew. Marge was stunned at the thought, but in a small corner of
her mind, she was excited.
Bart took the initiative, reaching out and pulling her robe
aside and down. Her chest became fully exposed.
"Bart, we shouldn't be doing this..." Her tone was only
half-hearted though, and Bart heard the indecision in her voice. Leaning
forward, he took his mothers breasts in both hands and squeezed them
gently. Her nipples hardened in his palms. But Bart was young and
inexperienced... he only had fantasies about doing this and he didn't
know exactly what to do. Luckily for him, all of Marge's doubts were
erased when as Bart squeezed her tits, and a small drop of precum
emerged from the tip of his cock.
She pulled her robe all the way off, revealing her naked body to
Bart. He gasped as she leaned back and stretched her legs out. Her wet
pussy glistened in the light and Bart stared at it, smile creeping
across his face.
"Take off all of your clothes, baby." Bart complied with
alacrity, and was soon standing in front of her, butt naked. His small
cock stood straight up and shined. Marge wondered what it would taste
like.
"Come over here Bart." Bart walked over and stood in front of
her, between her legs. She laid down and pulled him down on top of her,
his chest against her breasts. She ran her hands all Bart's body, taking
an extra long time squeezing and caressing his ass. His small dick
pressed against her stomach.
"Suck my tits my special little guy." Eagerly, Bart took a brown
nipple in his mouth, feeling it harden on his tongue. Marge moaned as he
licked and sucked her nipple, pulling it with his mouth, kissing it all
around. Her son moved his mouth to her other breast and did the same
thing. "Bite it!" she hissed at him. Bart willingly obliged, sinking his
teeth lightly into her eraser head nipples. Marge gasped loudly in
ecstasy. She had to taste him.
Without warning, Marge pulled Bart up, the nipple slipping out
of his mouth with a loud "pop". Seating his ass up near her chest, she
brought his small boy cock level with her mouth. Bart sucked in his
breath, realizing what she was going to do. Licking her lips, Marge
reached up and circled the head of his small dick with her tongue.
Bart's eyes rolled back as he breathed in deeply. Marge opened her mouth
and enveloped her son's cock inside. It felt so good in her mouth as she
began to move her head back and forth. His soft skin was stretched to
the limit as the sounds of sucking emanated from her enclosed orifice.
Bart, meanwhile, stopped breathing deeply, and had been
degenerated into short, rapid breaths. Nothing could have prepared him
for this. He looked down and watched his mom move her head back and
forth on his small cock and smiled in pleasure. Then he gasped,
realizing what was happening. It was the same thing that had happened
back in his mom's room.
From Bart's gasp, Marge also realized what was happening.
Smiling inwardly, she moved her head faster and faster. Then, in a
sudden flash of inspiration, she slid her fingers between Bart's
asscheeks and pushed one against his hole. It was enough.
Bart exploded into her mouth, cum coating her teeth and tongue.
He howled in orgasmic pleasure. Marge swallowed every bit of his cum,
even though he didn't produce much yet. It tasted sweet, fresh... so
good.
Bart collapsed backwards, almost delirious from the feeling.
Marge giggled and swallowed the last drops of cum in her mouth. She got
up and licked his softening dick once more, pulling on it with her
mouth. Bart gritted his teeth and moaned again.
"That's my little sugarbug..." Marge giggled. "You make me so
proud! A man already!" Bart lifted his head and looked at her. "Really?"
he asked hopefully. She nodded and laid down beside him, running her
finger up and down his hairless chest.
"Now it's time for you to learn how to pleasure a woman Bart."
He smiled and sat up, already energized. She laughed at his enthusiasm.
"Now, get between my legs." She spread her long legs, letting
her pussy open up to her son. He knelt down in front of her and placed
his hands on her thighs.
"No, slide them under my ass." She raised her hips, and he did
so, squeezing her cheeks playfully. Grinning, she attempted to lean even
further back, exposing her tight asshole to Bart as well.
"Ok Bart, I want you to begin to lick all around my pussy. Don't
put your tongue in yet." Bart nodded and lowered his head. Marge let out
a small whimper as her child's tongue began to move up and down just
outside her wet slit. He was doing it perfectly, not quite touching the
clit but teasing her just enough to keep her wanting more.
"Yesssss baby, lick mommy's pussy." He happily obeyed, drawing
closer and closer to her cunt with his tongue. Marge began to buck her
hips in almost delirious anticipation!
"Now Bart! Slide your tongue inside me!" Instantly she yelled
out as his small tongue penetrated her, the top barely brushing her
clit. It almost drove her mad as he began to tongue fuck her, drinking
her juices. It had been years since someone had eaten her out, and now
she found the best pussy licker in the whole town had been living under
her roof for years!
Bart, for his part, was enjoying himself immensely. Blackmail no
longer in his mind, he just wanted to drink his mothers juices forever.
The fluid was so good, and his mom's moans so pleasing to his ear, he
couldn't bear if they only did this once.
Bart got an idea. He remembered what Marge did right before she
caught him in her bedroom. With one hand still on an asscheek, he moved
his other to her small hole. With a finger, he began to push against it.
It offered slight resistance at first, but soon he got his entire finger
inside her ass. It was so tight; that Bart wondered how it would feel if
he stuck his dick inside it.
Marge couldn't take it anymore. Her pussy was being tongue
fucked. Her ass was being finger fucked. It was all too much. With a
scream of delight, she orgasmed, juices flowing from her pussy like a
waterfall down Bart's chin. Like a seasoned pro, he lapped them all up
as quickly as he could. That was enough to give her another orgasm, and
she screamed again.
As she calmed down, Bart extricated his finger from her rectum,
and crawled up beside her. She looked at him with loving eyes. His chin
was covered in her juices, making her laugh. She leaned over and gave
him a long, wet kiss, tasting her own juices.
"My special little guy... we're going to do this again."
Bart smiled. "Thank you Mom. I love you."
"I love you to, sugarbug." Then, pulling his naked body against
her, mother and son drifted off to sleep.
Jsonitsac
I'm about as scared as Homer was when he saw the body of Smithers sr.
I don't know who's worse, this guy or Rob Wade.
Jake Lennington
"Jsonitsac" <jlos...@mwc.edu> wrote in message
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> AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
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> I'm about as scared as Homer was when he saw the body of Smithers sr.
> I don't know who's worse, this guy or Rob Wade.
I think it IS Rob Wade. He's everywhere!