Simpsons Porn Story: dad’s idea part 3

Dads Idea (Pt3).

Milhouse came round to the simpson household early the following day, bart answered the door and they returned to his room, Milhouse had expected the games console and a bunch on games strewn on the floor ready for them to begin, it wasn’t instead the console and games were still neatly packed away under the cabinet, being packed away was strange…..but neat……bart ….never. Milhouse looked around the bedroom, also neat, I see your moms been in here recently, bart looked at him vacantly, the room Milhouse said, looking around him, arms outstretched, the vacant look remained on barts face…..jesus bart, its tidy….your rooms tidy. Moms not been in here said bart I tidied it myself this morning. Milhouse sat on the bed, he tapped his head sarcastically, you…..you tided it and this morning, its early now bart, you getting up early and you tided things up….he stood and walked over to the bedroom door, im sorry he said I must have the wrong house.

Bart laughed sarcastically like Nelson….ha ha. Very funny, well its true replied Milhouse, you don’t tidy up, neither do I….or at least vary rarely. Never mind he said quickly turning back and making his way over to the console, at least they will be easy to find. He pulled the console out, switched on the tv and inserted their favourite game, the most gory blood thirsty game on the market today……..”knife wielding alien body takers” basically an alien game…….come on then Milhouse said, lifting a controller, get ready, Milhouse watched as bart strolled over, slowly sat down and took a controller of his own, he seemed……..not with it. This was confirmed seconds into the game when barts play was not up to his usual expert standard………Milhouse huffed and placed down his controller as his characters jibbering bloodied corpse lay on screen with a triumphant alien stood above it, blood dripping from its knife. What’s the matter Milhouse said turning to bart.

Bart, simply stared at the screen, nothing he said, Milhouse thought he looked like he was in a trance, as if his body had been taken over by aliens and he was acting and responding through some sort of mind control or something, he was wayyyy out their!!!!

Come on mate he said, what’s wrong, you haven’t played this badly since…..well never actually. I just don’t feel like it replied bart placing his controller down and leaning back against his bed. You ill Milhouse asked…..nope replied bart……Milhouse frowned. Barts thoughts were of last night, his dad filming them…..his cock deep inside his own mother, he had tossed and turned all night, the images repeating themselves over and over……….Milhouse didn’t have an idea, could never have an idea or find out what had happened that night.

Im just off a bit, bart said, you play and ill join you in a while when and if im ready……er….ok then Milhouse said. He wasn’t joined though, Milhouse played the game for almost two hours alone, and although he constantly asked bart to join, nothing was forthcoming. Finally, as Milhouse completed yet another level he placed his controller and turned to bart……he was about to speak when he noticed, his friend, his best friend was fast asleep his head resting back against his bed. Milhouse smiled, all he had to say was he was tired…..he turned the tv off not wanting the sound to wake him. If he let him get a few hours sleep he would probably be better or more awake after.

Milhouse stood and went to the bathroom, he had been looking forward to this day all week, it had been planned ages ago, he stood above the toilet and removed himself and began peeing, a complete day and some of the night they had said to each other on this game…..a complete game fest……..he had his stuff for an overnight stay and everything, and of all the nights bart was ill, or tired or whatever, and it wasn’t going to be. Oh well, he shook himself, flushed and went downstairs, he was a little parched.

As he turned to the kitchen at the bottom of the stairs, he saw marge standing at the sink, washing or something, she was just standing there, seemingly staring out of the window, Milhouse wondered if something was going on in her back garden, but then what could be, homer was at work and lisa was also out for the night, maggie was in her high chair busying herself with a toy so there was no one else to cause marges attention to be so……….transfixed. What is it with this household today Milhouse thought, he smiled as he saw her hand reach round and scratch her butt. A nice butt it was too, Milhouse had always like lisa…….really liked her, but as he had grown and accepted lisa wasn’t going to fall for his charms….or lack of, he had …..not exactly looked elsewhere but just not looked for lisa. Whilst he was not looking as it were he had chanced upon books…..nelsons actually….and liked them….well what young lad wouldn’t.

As he had seen these images, he had become fascinated with older women, he had looked at mrs Krabapple…….in a way he would never had a few months ago, peering down her blouse when the opportunity arose, between the buttons of her blouse, anything to get a glimpse of flesh……those books had made him stand up…in more ways than one…..and take notice of the opposite sex. He had even spied on his own mother, seeing her in the shower, her night clothes, he had tried to curb this habit as it seemed unnatural and perverted, one woman was always there though, and she would be obviously and that was his best friends mom…….marge….after all he spent most of his time here so he was surprised when the feelings he felt came…..Marge was hot, and he hot for her.

She did indeed have a nice shapely ass, and a nice shape, a female shape, one which the dress hid, all to well unfortunately. He shook his head, he was stood here staring at her, he couldn’t make it more obvious, he may as well slip his cock out and jerk off……he walked over to the sink to get a drink, or rather walked over to marge to ask her could he have a drink, all the while his eyes on her butt. As he neared he moved to stand beside her, she didn’t recognise his presence, she continued to look out into the garden, Milhouse was still a little small to see out of the window so he just looked at her, he coughed, she didn’t respond. He sighed, he went to touch her arm, his hand stopped just above her forearm, his finger tips were close, very close….no fucking close to her breast…….his heart raced as his brain registered what his eyes had suddenly seen.

Her full, firm breast, tightly wrapped in and behind that green dress, he always thought it did nothing for her femininity, he looked at her staring face and smiled, he touched her forearm and called her name, intentionally though allowing his hand to move forward as it lowered to touch her, brushing the side of her breast. His hand instantly recoiled, expecting her to turn and scold him, nothing, she hadn’t even been aware he had touched her….he frowned…….is there a bug in the simpson household which blanks their minds…..who cares….he smiled recalling the feel of her soft breast, or rather the side of it….and because she didn’t know he had done it the first time…….he could do it again, this time……better.

Once again Milhouses hand reached out and touched her forearm, he called her name softly as before, and as before allowed his fingers to graze the side of her breast, as he instantly noticed there was no reaction from her his hand or rather fingers pressed a little more firmly on her breast, feeling the resistance of her flesh beneath the thin material, he left his hand there, looking at it, seeing the material of her dress indented as he pressed slightly, suddenly her head turned slowly towards him, he removed his hand, and smiled, as if from a trance she began to recognise him, Milhouse she said, he continued smiling, err can I have a drink please mrs simpson.

The minutes were uneventful after that, she apologised for her day dreaming and got Milhouse a drink, he drunk it and returned the empty glass, wondering what it had been that had distracted her so, but thankful for whatever it had been as it had allowed him a touch…..even the merest of touches…..but a touch all the same. Milhouse returned to the stairs, but took another glance at marges butt as she now attended to maggie before he began to climb, aware of a stiffening between his thighs. In the bedroom, bart was still asleep, Milhouse retrieved the controller and begun the game again.

A few hours later, bart had awoken from his sleep and they were both now immersed within the game, Milhouse still sensed bart wasn’t as he usually was, but he was a lot closer than earlier, they had both eventually gone down for tea and sat around the table things seemed odder to Milhouse, he never said anything or asked bart, bart was his best friend and if he felt he wanted to share anything he would do. Back upstairs after tea, they had begun again. Within the hour though bart put his controller down, I am sick of this game he said, we keep hitting dead ends and hard to kill aliens, I want to do something different. Ok Milhouse said, just wanting to appease bart, what do you suggest. Bart huffed I don’t know, but its not this game.

Milhouse suggested other games, but bart was un interested, ok said Milhouse, I have an idea, its getting dark, or darkish, why don’t we close all the curtains upstairs and get out your laser weapons, we could play that, me against you, im not really……bart begun to say….good enough to beat you Milhouse…..Milhouse finished for him….bart laughed, it was the first time Milhouse had heard it all day, it wasn’t sarcastic and it sounded good to his ears….yeah right bart said. Ok, Milhouse said, a challenge, we get donned up, ill hide and you have to find me, but im feeling pretty sneaky tonight so perhaps you would like to give up now……eat me bart said smiling, he stood and opened a cupboard and took out the laser guns and packs.

Within five minutes the game was underway, bart and Milhouse had started downstairs, bart told Milhouse he was going to give him two minutes then he would die, Milhouse laughed and ran away calling back it was the same amount of time he had given before he would kill bart. Bart watched his mate run off, he sat at the table and waited, after a minute or so he mother walked in. They had barely spoke since…..the incident, they smiled awkwardly at each other, then she sighed and sat beside him at the table. Look she said, in a soft voice, if we are going to be like this, barely speaking and avoiding each other, then I regret what we did as we will have lost something special. Bart looked at her, im sorry he said for being like I have been, I..I..don’t regret it. She smiled at him her eyes full of love, she kissed him on the forehead.

Climbing the stair Milhouses head was a rush with possible hiding places, he reached the landing and for no reason at all bolted into barts parents bedroom, he panted as he looked around frantically for somewhere to hide, he ran over to the side of the bed, the closet, he would hide in the closet, he didn’t know bart and marges talk downstairs would last for a few minutes, he didn’t even know bart and marge would be taking, the room was already relatively dim so he decided he would slip into the back of the closet which he did. He pressed himself back as far as he could then slid down into a lying position his back running the width of the closet with his feet and legs curled in, he was in a good hiding position but if bart found him he was not in a good firing and fighting position.

He pulled a piece of clothing down, probably a coat it was hard to tell in the closets added dimness, it felt thick and heavy like a coat, he covered himself and tried to slow his breathing not wanting his pants to give him away, he was completely covered, the lapel, or a flap fell perfectly giving him, though restricted, a little view in front, in his head he decided if the door was opened by bart he would wait a few seconds to see what he did, if he left he would be ok, if he decided to be nosy and come in, he would surge up wailing, hopefully this would shock bart enough for him to take aim and shoot the laser pistol, first though, hiding was the priority, he knew bart would tire of looking and become reckless, he was determined to win.

He assessed he had been here three possibly four minutes he wasn’t cramped but something hard was pressing against his head, or rather his head was pressing against it, it felt small but not a shoe, slowly, his eye on the door ready for bart his hand moved up towards the object to move it, it felt square like and odd, he couldn’t imagine what it was, it dislodged easy enough and he pulled it in front of him, there was little light, but in an odd way it shone, he frowned then it hit him, he recognised it, it was a camcorder. What was this doing here like this, just dumped why wasn’t it in a box or case it could easily get damaged in its present uncovered state and these things weren’t cheap.

It looked similar to the one his dad owned, but he couldn’t be sure, maybe as it wasn’t in a case bart had nicked it and hidden it here forgetting about it, he doubted it but anything could be possible especially with bart. He flicked buttons and switches and suddenly the thing lit up, Milhouse knew the light from this thing would show through any gap or flap on the coat which was covering him and give his position away if bart were to open the door, he rolled forward slightly, closing any and all gaps….hopefully. He flicked the screen out and scanned back, it was scrolling really fast and he couldn’t make out anything, he knew though that it wasn’t stolen by bart from anyone as he could make out the unmistakeable tall blue hair of marge, he pressed the play button……

Unbeknownst to Milhouse, bart was still downstairs, if he hadn’t of been, the coughing and spluttering of complete shock and surprise at what he was looking at would have no doubt given him away. There before him, was marge, on all fours and bart behind her, his body motion’s in no doubt what they were doing. Milhouse was absolutely agog at the sight, he was numb, couldn’t believe it, his best mate, his best mate and marge,……his own mother…….his heart was racing. Then he noticed and smiled at the two bare breasts bouncing back and forth in rhythm to barts pounding. His mouth went dry as he watched, he could hear the beat of his heart in his chest, there was almost an instant erection in his trousers as he watched.

Who was filming, the thought had occurred earlier, after a few minutes of gazing upon this find, it could only be homer, but why…….he didn’t care, he watched, transfixed. An amazing find, but what to do. In times like these when Milhouse found out something which trashed his brain he would always run to bart to tell him, he couldn’t now obviously, he was at a loss. The film rocked as Milhouse noted the camera operator had stood, and was walking towards the couple, they seemed or acted unaware, Milhouse watched as they were filmed from the side. Barts upper body moved in the familiar fucking motion but his hips barely left marges butt, there was nothing to see of any graphic nature, Milhouse was a little upset, he wanted to see marge being fucked, his erection full and throbbing in his trousers, his heart racing and his breaths in gasps he wanted to see bart fuck his mother, see his cock sliding in and out of her….but nothing.

The movement then was away from the two, as it moved, nearly out of view, just a flicker, the very faintest of views, Milhouse noted barts hips move away then back into his mothers butt, it was then, only a snippet, but Milhouse was sure he had seen something….he couldn’t take anymore. He sat bolt upright, he flipped the screen into its closed position and crashed out of the closet, he was half way across the floor towards the door when bart came in, obviously the noise attracting him, Milhouse had one intention only…..to get out of this house and home….it was weird, though he noticed bart he didn’t let on and comically he raised the gun and shot at bart, bart eyes open in shock at Milhouses gait and adamant look barely registered as his laser pack beeped from multiple hits…..if they had been playing the game, he would have lost.

Milhouse was down the stairs in an instant, and towards the front door, he had no idea or plan in his mind, just to get home….he didn’t even know why he was doing this. Five minutes later he was back at home, in his room on his bed panting for breath, the camcorder pressed firmly to his stomach. At eternity seemed to pass before he regained composure, he looked down at his prize, with shaking hands he opened the screen again and started the video, instantly the screen lit up with the images he had seen earlier, he rewound it for several seconds then watched, it was basically one shot, taken from in front of the two, then as before when he watched the camera became unsteady as homer, or who ever it was stood and walked over, Milhouse was eager to see what other little snippets were there but before that, he had to try to get that one spot he had seen earlier. He got it, and using the buttons which he could now see he zoomed in, definitely, he could definitely make out barts cock, he was quite well endowed he thought, from the angle he could only presume he was fucking her.

Four times Milhouse sat there and watched it from start to finish, not once was he sure she was being fucked, only that once bit, there had been some lovely shots of marges pussy, albeit protected from view with her panties, the piece which really stuck in his mind though was when she had given him head, he watched shell shocked as bart his best mate received head from his own mother…..four times he watched, each time he wanted to cream in his pants, this information was too much for his mind, he had no one to tell, he wanted to go to bart as usual…but…..what was he to do. He closed the camcorder and sighed, he stood and walked downstairs to the front room, he didn’t want to do this but he was equipped to deal with it alone……mom he called.

His mother was surprised to see him, she thought he was at barts, Milhouse slowly began the best way he could, from the beginning, how he had found bart acting strange, then his mother, obviously he left out the touching of the breast bit, then he told her the game they had decided to play, the closet where he had chosen to hide and the camcorder he had found, he offered it to her, she took it as he said he had wondered if it had been stolen by bart and the only way he was going to find out was if he played it. She took it, still looking at him and said and……….look for yourself he said. He watched her, she opened the screen and pressed the play button, her eyes watched as it played before her, Milhouse instantly knew when things got……..heavy from her reaction, she gasped, her eyes opened wide and her mouth dropped and was covered by her hand, not once though did her eyes remove from the screen, if he didn’t know better Milhouse thought his mother was enjoying the show. As he had seen it four times already, he could gauge where she probably was up to, and again her reaction confirmed this.

He guessed now she would be seeing bart, exposing himself, her eye brows raised in surprise, but it wasn’t the reaction he had expected, she seemed to coo, and she smiled, Milhouse wondered what she was thinking, probably the same as he had, how well endowed bart had become, for one so young, Milhouse wondered if she would think the same of he, as he also was pretty well endowed also, maybe not to the extent of bart, but a very close second. Her eyes never deviated once, but she was shifting in her seat, Milhouse then knew she was becoming aroused as he had, as he was becoming now, his mind still gauging, getting the images in his head once more, he was stiffening quickly, his eyes slipped to his mothers breasts, he breathing has increased and her ample breasts were falling and rising quickly, he smiled as he also noted her very erect nipples fighting at her clothing.

At first he felt a little embarrassed and shocked at himself, staring at his mother, especially with an erection, but with what he had witnessed today those emotions and feelings soon fleeted away. Milhouse never noticed his mothers eyes as far as he had been concerned they were firmly placed on the screen. It had only been a glance at first but Luanne had looked up as she had realised she was becoming very engrossed with this film, very engrossed and very aroused, she was becoming aroused while her young son sat and watched, she had innocently looked up to him to see how he had been reacting.

She noted straight away he wasn’t looking at her, well not directly at her face, at first she thought he had been looking at the cam corder, well she supposed he could have been, but when her gaze fell back to the screen she noticed something else, something she had felt, such was the feelings she was getting between her legs. She saw her breasts heaving in front of the screen, that wasn’t surprising how her breathing had become, but it was her nipples, they were very very hard, she hadn’t felt them this hard in ages, and they were very prominent through her blouse, then she looked up again, Milhouse was definitely starring at them, she also noticed the reaction it was having on him, she was acutely aware the bulge showing in his trousers was no small bulge either.

She smiled as she saw her sons attention taken from her nipples immediately and the shock on his face as she spoke to him, he seemed slightly embarrassed he had been caught, what do you think she said….I er….I don’t know that’s why I brought it to you. Hmm she said, does it disgust you……I er think it did at first but now I er I er what do you think, she was in a way expecting this, well she said in a way….odd as it may seem, I find it sexy and arousing…..she stood and placed the camcorder back in her sons hands, still Milhouse saw when he looked, running with a few minutes left before the footage stopped. Luanne felt the juices flowing and her wet lips rub together as she walked over to the phone, I can see no other alternative but to ring marge.

What bellowed Milhouse, what do you expect me to do she said, after all you have their camcorder, and what we have seen, well I want to talk to her about it…..I cant believe it he said, what….what will you say. She stopped and turned to him, to be honest milly, I don’t frankly know….yet.

Milhouse closed the screen on the camcorder as he heard his mother tapping the numbers on the phone, he placed it at his side, when he heard her speak and say marges name he groaned and fell back into the sofa, his hands covered his face, no..no….no he said to himself, what was I thinking telling my mom, oh god, no…….what have I done, as he chastised himself he didn’t hear her ask marge over, and to bring bart. After a few minutes, Milhouse still on the sofa, head in hands groaning inwardly to himself, he came to attention with a bolt, the door bell, no…surely not he thought, his heart stopped missed a beat, his eyes were wide and staring ahead, but looking at nothing. He heard his mother open the door, heard her voice, then heard marges, he thought he would pee himself, he suddenly began shaking uncontrollably.

Barts voice pierced through his skull, where the hell did you get to, why did you do a runner back here, words refused to come from his mouth, just a babble of nothingness, bart frowned, get a grip man what’s wrong……..Milhouse bolted upstairs, bart stared at Luanne questioningly, she shrugged her shoulders and said you had better go after him. Then she looked at marge, marge smiled and said what can I do for you Luanne, take a seat first she said offering her the sofa, the sofa she knew the camcorder was on. Marge saw it and sat beside it, better not leave this lying around she said, there expensive, we have one just like it so I know…..I know you do said Luanne sitting and looking at her…..that’s it.

It took several seconds for the realisation to hit, but when it did it was like a sledge hammer, marge gasped and her hand covered her mouth, much in the same way luannes had done earlier….oh my god she said staring at Luanne, tears suddenly began to form in her eyes, the game homer had talked her into, was now not a simpson secret, it was out, marge started crying, shaking uncontrollably, ohh god she was saying. Luanne had expected this and didn’t want to hurt, blackmail or embarrass marge in anyway, her goals were somewhat different, she was up and sat next to marge instantly and put her arm around her.

Stop crying marge, stop it, its not what you think, how can it not be, she wept, its not she said, I think you’ll find its….quite the contrary, marge, tears still flowing turned and looked at her. Look she said, there is no real way to say this so I will be blunt, since kirk and I split, I haven’t, well you know…seen anyone else, and this…this film what Milhouse showed me, well it blew my mind….not in the normal way, but…well… she stuttered but the words came it aroused the hell out of me….really it did. How….how was it she enquired, marge, sobbing still dropped her hands from her face….don’t make fun……im not Luanne stated honestly, really im not…..I don’t mean….sexually I mean mentally how….what did you feel.

Marge sniffed, well, you know so there is no point in hiding anything, and I consider you a very good friend, so im going to tell you all, at first I was nervous, but I overcome this telling myself it was homers idea….it was homers idea Luanne repeated, yes marge said, it surprised me too, not as much as me agreeing to it, thinking about it or doing it but I was totally flabbergasted at his request. Marge slowly told Luanne everything her thoughts, reasoning, and how they had all agreed it to be simulated…the actual sex side of it and how homer was going to edit it all. Her feelings about the internet, the thought of being looked at by unknown quantities of men…and women how it excited her……everything.

After her opening up, she told Luanne that in a way she was glad it had been found, how she was thankful it was her, or rather Milhouse and a relief to be able to tell, or talk about it. One last thing luannes said, you mentioned you spoke to bart, before the actual filming, I imagine it was to gauge his feelings towards it but how on earth did you manage to start a conversation like that.

Marge, more at ease now leaned back in the sofa, she still sniffed occasionally, but the weight being taken off her was immeasurable. It was relatively easy really, as far as I was concerned, homer had done all the hard work asking bart and me, it wasn’t as if I had to ask him, I simply went into his room I think it was the afternoon before we actually did it. He seemed to know what I was there for, I sat next to him, put my arm around him and admitted I was nervous but looking forward to it also as I felt it would bring us closer together as mother and son and because homer had said he wanted it to be strictly simulation, I hoped our….friendship would still be intact.

How did he react Luanne asked, marge sniffed, clasped her hands and placed them on her lap, she smiled and looked down as if recalling something, then she looked at Luanne, I think he was looking forward to it more than me because he hugged me and looked into my eyes and said he wasn’t nervous at all, then….marge raised an eye brow he placed his hand on my breast, Luanne gasped…nooo…. He did, and he kissed me firmly on the lips then moved away, I was shocked so much I must have sat there for a full minute before leaving his room. Luanne shifted in her seat, marge watched as she began biting her nail as if looking for words to say, what marge asked.

Luanne simply looked at her, marges eyes opened and she said nooo, I told you Luanne said, her nail and hand falling from her mouth, since kirk left there has been no one, and when I saw this film, it only confirmed to me something I……had well…felt before…..marge sat forward, you want…..Milhouse to, Luanne simply looked and shrugged, if you are saying what you felt is true Luanne began, well maybe I could be satisfied, like you said, simulation…..an all, marge bit her lower lip…..Luanne opened her mouth and gasped…….you…. She left the sentence unsaid.

You have seen the film, you must have noticed an odd pause in it, Luanne frowned then said, yeah…there was something, well marge nibbled the knuckle on her finger, homer was really getting on our case, critising and being sarcastic, just before the pause I was talking about……..I felt bart slip my panties to the side, Luanne gasped…when you turned to look at him quickly…yeah marge confirmed, he kinda asked..er permission…..and….you…gave it Luanne finished, marge simply nodded Luanne looked away….then smiled, she looked back at marge with the same smile on her face…..and…what was it like. Marge looked down and her finger fell from her mouth, you saw the size of it what do you think.

Luanne sniggered like a little girl, god marge said leaning forward and lowering her voice, it was unreal, it felt fantastic, he filled me up, I thought I was going to rip apart……as she was getting into detail luannes hand fell on marges and she simply said, ask Milhouse for me. Marge stopped in mid sentence…what she whispered, ask Milhouse for me. I…I er cant she said, please begged Luanne, she grabbed marges hands tightly and said in a low deep voice, watching and hearing you talk about it has made me so fucking horny, not just for sex, not just for cock……but for Milhouses cock, marge smiled…….you’re a dirtier bitch than me. They both laughed, right she said smirking and standing ill send bart down and ill see what I can do for you. Marge walked upstairs and into Milhouses room now armed with a little information Luanne had just given her of how she had caught Milhouse staring at her breasts earlier. Both boys turned and looked, marge had a sneaky feeling he hadn’t said anything to bart with the look of shock on his face as she entered. Bart she said, can I have a minute with Milhouse, will you go and stay with Luanne for a moment.

Bart frowned and obeyed, he walked out of the room, marge noticed Milhouses shocked and slightly scared look as his eyes darted back and forth from her to his leaving friend, confirming her suspicions of his silence. She sat beside him. Well then she said, I am not going to embarrass you, im not here for that, just tell me what you thought, er of what Milhouse said trying to evade, there is no point in that marge said, I have been chatting with your mother, you know what im talking about. She felt his little body shaking, it shocked the shit out of me, there is no need for language like that young man marge said in a firm voice….now stand up….what replied Milhouse stand up replied marge and face me.

Milhouse stood slowly but didn’t look at her, Milhouse she said a little lower and softer, there is more for me to be embarrassed about, look at me. Slowly Milhouse looked at her, believe me she said, as I have just found out for myself it is easier to talk, have you said anything to bart, no he said, good she replied, she had to tell him again to look at her as his eyes drifted away. You are a growing boy, this obviously shocked you, but how else did it make you feel, wh…what do you mean, simple she said calmly, did it excite you, arouse you……Marge felt she was at it again, she was with another boy now, feeling herself getting aroused by asking him questions about the film she had made with her son, she was asking him if he had a boner…….simple language she thought, Milhouse she said did it give you a boner.

Milhouse gasped at her frankness, er er….he was lost for words, your mother said she noticed you looking at her, were you, he lowered his head, yes he said, that wasn’t so hard now was it she said softly, did you imagine yourself doing to her what bart was doing to me, no he said….no er noo I didn’t, really said marge think, are you sure, er er, she smiled, she reached out and cupped the bulge in his trousers, did you think of putting this in your mother, Milhouse gasped, marge also gasped at the same time, again she was shocked by the size of a mere child’s cock, again, as she had been with her sons, well she said caressing it, we have hid a secret haven’t we. Milhouse tried to pull away, marge grabbed his jeans at the side, tell me she said, were you thinking of that, Milhouse looked at her…ok…ok he said, yes I was…..good she said, follow me because its going to happen.

What he stammered, its simple, you know me and bart have done it, so we will leave you alone with your mother, you have basically admitted to me you would, so why don’t you…..I err I err don’t think mom……marge finished it for him, your mother will, your mother does…want to. It will help you both believe me, take my hand, shaking, Milhouse took marges hand she knelt and kissed his forehead, don’t be scared I am sure your mother will be very gently and understanding with you, with that she turned and lead him out of the door, when they entered the front room they both stopped and stared, gasping at the sight before them.

Luanne was sat back in her chair, facing them but not knowing or caring anyone was there, her legs was up and cocked over the arm, exposing her panties for all to see, bart was knelt on the other arm of the chair, his face was buried in hers, kissing passionately, his trousers were open and his very erect cock was out, marge watched as her friends hand grasped the thick shaft she had recently held, barts free hand was down between her open legs and his hand inside her panties, from her hip motions, marge assessed she was experiencing the same pleasures he had expertly given to her, they stood there shocked, then marges mind was brought back to reality as she felt a small hand slide up the back of her legs, under her skirt and caress her butt. She closed her eyes and smiled, then she felt his body turn and his other hand move as if to hug her from the side, instead of going around her to hug, it also slipped up her dress and rested upon her already aroused pussy.

Instinct or choice, Milhouse neither new nor cared, as he had seen the sight before him he just begun what he was doing now, both hands were up her dress, his mouth open and pressed to marges hip. Gently biting it, he wanted her, he needed her he was going to have her, all those images and thoughts in his mind of what she looked like were soon going to be reality. His left hand, palm down on her mound pressed, his palm could feel the hot soft lips beneath her panties, his fingers felt the springy pubic hair, he could hear the soft rustles as they merged together as he played, his cock was raging between his thighs, he began to shiver with anticipation, he took her panties, and with one swoop, lowered them to her ankles, then again in one fluid motion, he spun to her front lifting the back of her dress as his hands rested on her now bare butt.

She bent and they kissed, as passionately as any lovers, as passionately as his mate and mother were doing now, Milhouses tongue darted into marges mouth, hers responded likewise. She was bent over slightly her arms over his shoulders and running down his back, she was moaning, he was going to make her moan, he pulled back and guided her to the sofa, she sat and he pressed her back into the cushions, he climbed onto the sofa kneeling astride her, his small hands delved down into the front of her dress, moving the dress and bra and slipping out her two warm firm breasts, the nipples already erect and aroused. The very same breasts he had seen earlier on the camcorder were now his, in his hands and being mauled.

Marge never stopped him, never resisted she simply leaned back into the sofa and allowed it to happen, she was for the moment unaware of her son and luanne, concentrating on one thing only, her hands fumbled at his trousers, she wanted to release what she had felt earlier. Her eyes intent on their target, through her peripheral vision she could see her bare naked breasts, Milhouses small hands covering them, caressing them, but her main vision…..she saw his button…pop open, the zipper…….down, the flaps of the trousers move to the side, the bulge in his underwear, she took the elastic and pulled, the enormous, thick hard cock fell out, she sighed and moaned and like a possessed woman leaned forward and took the member into her mouth.

Milhouse gasped with pleasure, as he felt her warm mouth envelop him, take him in, the sucking sensation and tongue movements were overpowering, it felt so so good. He arched his back pushing more cock into her welcoming accepting mouth, he squeezed her breasts more forcefully, tweaking her rubbery nipples, this only enhanced her desire, her head bobbed back and forth with greater force.

Luannes hips were bucking, where on earth did this young boy learn how to do this so well, she was almost at orgasm, his little finger attacked her clitoris mercilessly, she gripped his cock and rubbed harder, her eyes flickered open, as her stomach tensed and her body stiffened before orgasm she saw her son, she saw marge, on the sofa before them, she saw her sons cock in her friends mouth, god it was a big as this monster she had in her hand now, she was going to have that one too, she wanted to feel her sons big cock thrusting in and out of her wet pussy.

Bart had seen it too, he watched as he saw his mates hands crawling all over his mothers breasts, with recent events and now this barts arousal was going through the roof, he moved from luanne, with a strength that belied his size he pulled her forward, she gasped expecting this and wanting it, she fell to her knees on the floor, he spun her around and she called yes as she bent over the chair, she felt her dress rise and her panties being pulled down, oh god yes she said, then she gasped as she felt the full size of his cock ease easily into her, she gripped the cushions and grit her teeth feeling every inch, her insides full and being expanded, she had wanted a cock in her for so long as she felt his belly press to her butt and every bit of him in her, she thought it was going to penetrate into her stomach, it felt like an iron rod in her.

Milhouse heard his mothers gasps and moans of pleasure, even above his, with his cock still deep in marges mouth he turned to look, he smiled as he saw her being bent over into the chair, barts bare buttocks wobbling as they thrust forward into her, he was watching his mother being fucked god this was so exciting, he slipped from marge and also onto the floor, he slipped his hands and arms under her legs and heaved her to the front of the sofa, it was then she saw luanne being fucked by her son, she knew it was soon to be her turn, and she wanted it, yes she said fuck me, she grabbed hold of the front of the sofa and pulled herself a little closer, she wanted to feel every inch of this in her.

She reached and grabbed Milhouses t-shirt, she also reached and took the large throbbing cock which was now aiming in her direction, she pulled them both towards her, fuck me she said, fuck me hard, she guided the large member towards her open wet expecting pussy and arched herself onto it as she felt it slide into her, her mouth opened and she gasped at the pleasure as it entered, once again her pussy being filled to its limits by a young boy.

Within minutes, luannes front room was filled with gasps and moans of pleasure, from youthful boys to adult females, marges breasts bounced upwards such was the force with which Milhouse was ramming his tool into her, she grabbed his hips and pulled as he thrust, she leaned forward, her mouth at the right height, again they kissed passionately, then their mouths broke away and they sucked in for breath, she hugged him, feeling his body quiver with excitement, hearing his gasps and grunts, feeling him entering and filling her before pulling out only for the next impaling, she opened her eyes and smiled as she saw again her son fucking luanne, she could actually see his balls bounce, his shaft, wet and glistening as it withdrew from her, luannes lips, stretched wide accepting her sons meaty girth.

Never before had she stared at another woman’s parts like this, she had seen porno’s but always looked at the male, now she was looking at her friends pussy…..and wondering what it tasted like. She moved her head from Milhouses head and pressed her hand against his stomach, stopping his motion, she moved her butt back feeling her pussy lips close as the thick shaft slipped from her, she took hold of the wet slimy cock and fell to the floor and once again slipped it into her mouth, tasting her juices, then she smiled at Milhouse and said follow me, she crawled over the floor to her son, his back showing beads of sweat as he continued to plough into luanne from behind.

She placed her hand on barts hips, he looked at her and she beckoned him to withdraw, he frowned but did so, then she took both their cocks, both slimy wet thick throbbing members in her hands, she kissed them both, licked them both and in turn slid each into her mouth, then both boys gasped and nearly creamed over her as they watched her head and mouth slam into luannes still gaping wet pussy and devour her. Luanne gasped also, the pleasure was intense, the events were intense, she was being fucked by her sons best friend, she was going to have her son in her and now she was being licked out by marge, her best friend…….and she loved it.

Milhouse and bart watched in disbelief, awe and excitement as marge continued to lick luanne, luannes body flattened on the chair as she raised her arse to marges tongue, she bit into the cushions and she groaned loud and deep, her legs outstretched nearly knocking bart and Milhouse over as she orgasmed, she shuddered and slumped back to her knees, yes she gasped as her head rose from the cushion, marge pulled back, her mouth and lips were covered with luannes pussy juices and orgasm juices, she smiled as she moved herself and pulled at Milhouses cock at the same time, guiding him, offering his mother to him, Milhouse smiled and took the gift.

He stood behind her waiting body, he looked down to see the spittle sodden open red slit and his throbbing cock twitching before it, he took her hips with his hands and slowly pressed forward, feeling once more the warm wet velvety texture of a woman’s pussy wrapping around his shaft, his mothers pussy. Fully penetrated in her, her vagina’s warmth around his shaft, Milhouse looked down and smiled, his mother, his mother before him, bent over and he was deep inside her, he took a few seconds, just to memorise this moment, it was so erotic, he couldn’t believe it, but he was going to savour it. He felt hard, he felt big and solid and it was deep, deep in her, He wanted, aimed to please her, he wanted her to ask him at some time, to do it again.

He softly caressed her skin, her buttocks firm and round, this was his mother he was inside, he was in heaven, he sensed her womanly curves through his fingertips, he bent slowly allowing his hand to slide, snakelike beneath her, through the soft mound of pubic hair, down to the smooth shaven labia, his index and third finger spread hr lips, pushing out her clitoris, his middle finger caressed it, slowly rubbing it in circles, the wetness of her pussy minimising friction, just allowing it to slide over the oily nub, his mothers reaction and moans at his careful caressing showed she was indeed enjoying this, a little quicker his finger rubbed, her moans increased, he felt the walls of her vagina contracting around him, her body trembling, faster and faster he rubbed, he saw her hands grip the cushions, oh god she exclaimed as she buried her face into the chair, Milhouse felt the surging of juices from her pussy as she orgasmed, orgasmed before he had even begun fucking her.

Slowly he withdrew, then slid back in again, so tight, yet giving, he couldn’t compare her to marge, the bond wasn’t there like this, this was so different, he was really in heaven, he wanted to be so gentle, his rhythm was slow and purposeful, he made love as opposed to fucking, it was lustful, he wanted, ached to ram home and explode his warm young cream into her, but he was careful not to, he wanted to savour her, wanted her to savour him. Luanne wasn’t expecting this expert like treatment, she had felt him enter her, that alone nearly blew her mind, his size also shocked her, inside her, motionless for a few seconds she also savoured this moment, she knew he was doing the same as he did nothing but stay there, she wanted to see his face, wanted to see him as he was deep in her, then she felt the hand under her, she knew its goal but she hadn’t expected what came, she felt her lips being separated and felt the finger on her already erect clitoris, the orgasm which soon followed was powerful, she gasped as she bit the chairs material.

Then she felt the long, slow purposeful thrusts, this was fantastic, since kirk hard left she had wanted a man, but she knew no man, not even kirk could satisfy her like she was being done now. Marge smiled as she saw the event before her, she could only imagine what was going through their minds, she could only expect it to be what had gone through her mind so recently, as she had felt her son in her, she felt bart slip around her back, not wanting to be left out of the fun, she knew she was going to feel those same feelings again, and she did, she dropped her head back and closed her eyes and moaned as she felt his hard tool enter her. Both women were on all fours now, both had their young sons behind them, both had their youthful hard….large hard pricks inside them, filling them, losing them both in untold ecstasy.

The female grunts filling the room acted like an aphrodisiac, like animals they began to thrust faster and harder and deeper into their respective mothers, faster and faster, female groans filled the air as they both again orgasmed, slapping of skin, pounding bodies, sweat and cries, bart looked at Milhouse, and he back, they smiled at each other, they looked at their mothers being fucked then they looked at their mates mother being fucked, it was a sight they would truly never ever forget. Milhouse at barts silent request stopped and urged and moved his mother to turn until she was facing marge, bart and Milhouse faced each other, luanne and marge faced each other as their sons pounded into them from behind and as bart had hoped turning them to face each other they began kissing, there hands groping each others drooping bouncing breasts, their tongues slipping into each other mouths.

It was all too much for him and Milhouse, the sight before them accentuating their lust and their combined moans pushing them to orgasm, bart first very closely followed by Milhouse, both arching their backs, there still to be defined muscles tensing as they pushed finally into the gaping holes, both eyes shut and gasping as the explosion of cum burst from their cocks into the dark silky wet interiors of their mothers pussy’s. marge and luanne were holding each other, their arms wrapped around each others heads and shoulders as they accepted each Childs deposit deep within them, filling them, satisfying them. Milhouse and bart both collapsed onto their mothers backs, gasping for air, completely spent, sweating and trembling, but also, completely satisfied.

Twenty minutes later the phone rang, homer recognised luannes voice and enquired if marge and bart were there, little did he know, or would he ever know the events in that house at the moment he called, luanne was astride of bart on the sofa, he face smiling as she felt his now ready cock inside her, marge was by her side, positioned the same on her son, his cock deep inside her too. Yes homer she said, marge is here and the boys are definitely in, she smiled as she emphasised the word in, knowing homer wouldn’t take it how she had intended it, don’t worry, her words calm and firm and normal, perfectly acted as it certainly wasn’t the way she felt, we will be finished shortly she winked at marge and a evil smirk crossed her face, they will be Cumming shortly, marge covered her mouth suppressing a snigger, how right she was…………