Simpsons Porn Story: dad’s ideo part 2

Dads idea (PT2)

Bart had been in homers mind the easier to tackle, he didn’t know why he just hoped that being a young lad he would be game for anything. Bart had arrived home in the evening as usual skateboard under arm still full of energy, homer had decided the best time to collar him would be just before bed, only because the rest of the household would either be in bed asleep or had settled down for the night. a few minutes before barts bed time he had left the front room, he heard bart saying his good nights as he climbed the stairs and went into barts bedroom to wait, his heart was again racing and he was unsure how to start, ask or why he had even considered this the easiest of the two tasks. Bart entered his bedroom and was surprised to see his father there, what up homer he said, homer sat on the bed and offered bart a seat beside him by gently patting the bed, bart looked a little confused but did as he was told.

Bart, homer said….your a growing lad now, and the lads you knock about with are also growing……curious and carefree, and with that nelson boy I am sure you are all mentally ahead of say….when i was your age….especially in certain subjects and areas, some of your classes too are shall we say more modern than mine. Bart smiled, he had taken a mere few seconds to deduct what homer was talking about, he raised both hands and bent his fingers in exclamation, birds and bees, dad i already know. homer smiled, of course you, he leaned forwards towards him and said but how much, bart smiled and said plenty. Homer leaned back a little, ok….your a big lad now….pretty cock sure of yourself, lets go to the internet then, bart gasped, what….yeah said homer perhaps we could watch some you know man to man…. manly stuff,…. dad and son time…….. are you up for it. You bet he said…..really replied homer….pretty brave are we. i can be he replied, homer smiled and said, brave enough to appear on the net…….bart frowned and looked at his dad…what do you mean. Well he said standing, ive got a camcorder how brave are you feeling now……your kidding bart said…….nope homer replied and to add to the challenge im prepared to film you with…lets say another person.

Bart laughed, there is no way i am getting my kit off, with or without another person in front of my dad with a camcorder…..nah said homer didn’t think you could….he waited a few seconds…….bart felt challenged……..who with then he said. Homer was looking away so the smile which spread across his face was unnoticed. well lets see he said, you think your brave….lets make the stakes interesting lets see how brave you can be……..go for it bart said…..ok homer said turning and facing him…….your mother.

Bart for the second time in a few seconds gasped…..what……..my mother. Why not he said, you know her, your comfortable with her she’s seen you naked what’s the harm……wait a minute said bart, what’s the harm, your talking about getting it on with my own mother….surely there is a law never mind how gross the idea. your mother is anything but gross young man, she is in fine trim, finer than a lot of younger females you see walking around this town, and the law, well yes…there’s laws, but if im filming i can easily keep faces out of it, or afterwards edit them so they are unrecognisable. bart looked at him, your serious aren’t you, of course i am, there’s no way mom would go for it……homer smiled what makes you think she wont, bart again gasped…….yeah said homer, perhaps she is braver than what you think, perhaps she is braver than you. Psychology was not one of homers strong points, in fact he had no strong points but he felt he was not only getting somewhere he was….almost there. By the end of the night, homer had bart thinking about it, that’s both of them thinking about it, he told marge all that was left was to leave them both to stew….maybe they would even talk amongst themselves….he would wait, bide his time and wait until one of them brought up the subject themselves…..his excitement hoped it wouldn’t be long………it wasn’t the next day marge approached him.

Apparently, marge and bart had had a conflab, and though unsure, a little scared and tentative they had both agreed with each other, she explained to homer she was prepared to go ahead with it, as long as there would be complete anonymity in the finished film before it was uploaded onto the net, homer agreed and coaxed a confession from her admitting her excitement, all that remained would be when, homer suggested palming the other kids off with her sisters and doing it tomorrow night, there was no point in letting them stress over it and get second thoughts and worrying over nothing…….she agreed and she said she would see bart. Homer took time off work the following day but allowed bart to go to school telling him not to worry, that day he and marge sorted the house so there would be no visible signs or statues or ornaments which could be attributed to them if the film was watched by someone who knew them, every care was taken to make the room look different. Bart arrived back home from school and exclaimed he was not only ready….but strangely looking forward to it, it seemed to homer all his Christmases were coming at once.

Right homer said sitting down and facing them, this will not i presume be easy for any of us, just remember, we all love each other and i promise or we should all promise never to speak of it outside this trio nor bring it up in conversation, angered or otherwise…they all agreed. right rules, you have both expressed opinions on anonymity or for bart hiding of the faces, that’s fine…..i will say though, i want also from my point of view to be no actual full sex, i cant be comfortable with that…..but oral and touching and caressing is fine by me…are we ok with that……bart sighed a sigh of relief….yes he said. marge never said anything, homer wondered if she was upset about that……also he said I think it more interesting for the viewer if there was some sort of initial plot or story…any suggestions….yes said bart instantly……….mom to be cleaning the room as i come in and err…err seduce her??!!! marge smiled, sounds like you have been planning……bart blushed…homer smiled, fine by me …..me too agreed marge…..right then said homer…..I’ll film as normal then edit afterwards……..lets get ready.

Try not to look at the camera for authenticity but don’t worry too much if you do, homer sat it a chair in the corner of the room, feet up with the camcorder pointing outwards ….ready. Marge was in the room in front of him, a good few feet away, she was on her knees scrubbing the floor with a cloth, she was simply dressed in a skirt and blouse, though homer knew the sexy underwear she had on underneath was not for a cleaner or house wife….but hey…..this was a porno of sorts so anything goes. She was facing slightly away from homer but he was still able to see her face, editing as soon as it started homer thought….oh well.

Bart entered the room, he came in from behind marge so she would have been unsighted of him had it been reality. Hi mom he called as he moved behind her, marge sat up from her cleaning, resting on her knees, marge was at barts height now, homer watched as barts arms encircled his mother and he hugged her…..missed you he said, marge laughed ive missed you too she said….from this morning…she emphasised her last comment in a dry sarcastic way….not a bad bit of acting homer thought. Hmmm bart said, you feel so good and so warm the hug seemed to go on for a few seconds, more than a normal mother and son hug, homer presumed this was part of the act, possibly practised even by them both unbeknown to him, it could also be nerves as they were unsure which way to go or even planning what to say next, after all, nothing had been rehearsed it was all adlib.

Thank you marge said, im warm as ive been cleaning this stain on the floor, come on young man she said im going to have to carry on, I want to hug you all the time bart said……I love you so much mom…..marge feigned a laugh and said I love you…before she could finish her sentence homer filmed his sons hands moved from there clasped position around his mothers waist and slip onto each of her breasts………bart she exclaimed in mock surprise……I love you so much he repeated….so much. Ohh…ohhh stop it she even tried a little wriggle, you shouldn’t be doing that……im your mother. I know bart said, but I cant help it, I love you, love you so much….I want you. You want me she exclaimed, but im your mother…..its wrong…your too young….your father what if your father walks in. he wont bart said, ive seen him going into the club about ten minutes ago and I can tell he will be in there all night now….he neglects you so much…..he cant love you like I do.

Homer thought it all sounded rather cheesy, but it was off the top of their heads so simply filmed and decided not to say anything. Bart had been really really nervous about all this, but the more he thought about it through the day the more it had strangely appealed to him, he had laughed to himself several times through the day as he had had almost a constant boner……and god they felt good, hard, solid and ready, he had felt like he could prize doors open with it, now it was happening he simply let himself go with the flow, he intended to savour every second of this.

Marge herself had not only accepted but was looking forward to this with anticipation, she had found deep dark desires that night in front of the pc with homer, desires she never knew she had. She would never, never had planned this, never of even considered it, but when homer in so many words had suggested it, it seemed like something inside her had been touched, triggered almost, the spot where the dark desires emanated seemed to have been offered a cure to its hunger….she too was going to savour this…..at least it wouldn’t be full intercourse…just simulation. Though she would never admit it, she had been slightly upset about this in a perverted way, but she was used to and enjoyed homers “mans” cock she doubted whether barts young cock would have satisfied her anyhow, if it had been intercourse she assumed it would have been the thoughts, the feelings and the images of what they would have been actually doing would have been relied upon to satisfy her craving rather than barts no doubt hard but small cock.

Don’t fight it mom, bart said, his little hands caressing and squeezing her ample breast, his little hands barely covering the twin orbs, but what he was holding he was making the most of, from homers vantage point, and the added bonus of the zoom facility, he could see the material of her dress being pulled as the small fingers of his sons hands moved as they enjoyed the covered breasts, he smiled also as he saw the familiar outline as her nipples hardened to attention they were getting. The sensations marge was getting were impossible to put into words, in her life she had had her breasts felt and fondled on many an occasion, but never had she felt the feelings she was getting now, the feelings as her owns sons hands squeezed her breasts.

Homer watched as in barts excitement he grasped the lapels of his mothers blouse and with one powerful wrench tore it open, it was unplanned but what a thrill it gave him as marges bra covered breasts became exposed, marge herself unaware this was about to happen gasped in equal surprise and welcome shock, bart felt the warm flesh of his mothers firm breast, his cock was throbbing in his trousers and pressed against her back as he groped around her holding, squeezing and gently fondling her breasts. He lowered his head and kissed her neck, slipping one hand down the front of her frilly bra, instantly he knew she liked it as her moans escaped from her mouth. Her breasts were soft and warm, and the nipple was large and solid, rubbery to the touch, his fingers tweaked it and again she moaned with pleasure.

The lessons he had had in school about anatomy, biology, sexual education he was sure would serve him well, but he knew the best information was that gathered by him from his friends, especially nelson, he was sure nelson had done it but he didn’t know who with, he had listened with delight and eagerness as nelson had once gone into great proud detail of what he had done to this particular girl, fantasy or otherwise, bart hadn’t bothered, the boner he had been given with nelsons descriptions were about to be used now, but he knew it would be something he could never share with anyone else.

Homer was surprised and proud of his son, he had expected marge to be the one who would make the play, take command but at the moment bart was showing himself to be pretty much in control, he wondered if his son had ever done the deed, he doubted it but he was showing the imagination of someone who had or at least had seen or read what to do, homer felt his cock stiffening quickly, the desire inside to do what he was now doing was building rapidly, the excitement growing, he knew it would be quenched soon so he intended to savour every second, maybe even make a copy of the original before editing for his own personal collection, which at the moment consisted of exactly none, but with some encouragement from the pair before him would grow.

Marge felt odd, excited, embarrassed, thrilled, naughty all rolled into one emotion, sat here on the floor with a rag in her hand, her husband a few feet away filming her, her son behind her, his hands around her slim frame, her blouse ripped open and her sons hand down inside her bra fondling her…..fondling her breast and fondling it well, paying attention to her needs as well as his own, kissing and nibbling her neck…..god she liked that…….she was tingling madly between her thighs…..she felt her pussy moistening…….becoming wetter and wetter, she had felt it before only once before this wet many years ago with homer…becoming soaking wet through, oozing into her panties. She could also feel at the bottom of her back, her sons hard cock pressing into her, though it was still firmly tucked away into his pants, it was obvious it wasn’t as small as she had first guessed, it was somewhat bigger….he had indeed grown up.

Bart was aroused, very aroused, he cared not for the camcorder now, he wasn’t interested his father was in the room, he concentrated on what was before him, his mother, what enjoyment he was about to get from her…..her body. His hand slipped out from her bra, both moved up to her collar and with one fluid motion pulled it down, off her back, off her arms and he lowered himself down kissing her back as he completely removed her torn blouse and he cast it to the side, his kissed back up her back to her neck and slipped both his hands down her front, feeling her rib cage, then the rise of her breasts as they both this time slipped down the front of her bra taking both smooth nipple hardened breasts into his grasp, caressing them gently, he pressed his groin into her back, enjoying the sensations his body received from his groin area, he recalled his father, he quickly peeked a view at his father sat in the chair, the camcorder calmly pointed at him, he smiled to himself, he wanted to see his father watching his touching and feeling his wife’s……his mothers bare breasts, his right hand slid once more from the front of her bra, and almost expertly unclasped the back and with aide of his mothers arms removed the bra from her tossing it also aside, exposing her now naked breasts to the camcorder, naked and being man handled….or rather boy handled.

Marge enjoying and savouring the events opened her closed eyes, she looked down to see her naked breasts, her dark hard nipples being caressed, held, lifted and squeezed by the two small hands, the slim nimble fingers encircling and pressing, rubbing and tweaking her nipples, her breath now more enhanced caused her breasts to heave, suddenly she did something, she never expected, planned or had ever had the desire to do, she spun and took hold of her small son and her mouth sought and found his and opened and passionately began to kiss him…..barts mouth responded, marge could tell this wasn’t the first time this young mouth of her sons had ever done this…it wasn’t practised but it wasn’t virginial either.

Her left hand was over his shoulder pulling him close, her right around him resting on his firm butt, also pulling him in, she didn’t care if the camera could see, she was only intent on accepting his tongue into her mouth and putting hers in his as she kissed her sons as she kissed her husband. She could now feel the prominent bulge from his trousers on her stomach as opposed to her back, it did feel large,,,,,larger than she had expected, she wondered for a second if she should touch it with her hands, she had been unsure always about this moment, how she would do it, could she do it, but with her arousal heightening as it was……it wasn’t going to be a problem, in fact she knew……no she needed to touch it, hold it, feel her hand completely encircle his small shaft and feel the solid cock in all its glory.

Homer had been relatively quiet up to now, then marge heard him say behind her…..go on marge touch him, don’t let him do all the work…..marge was going to anyway, she now not only had approval but prompting from her husband…..it was just like him to rush it….he was like this in bed…………bart seemed more attentive, homer should be wise to take a few tips of his young son if this was what he was like. A little bit annoyed at homer for rushing her, marge obeyed, her right hand slipped from his butt around his small hip and rested on the front of his trousers as she pulled her body back slightly to allow access….there was a small gasp from marge as her hand rested on the hardened bulge as she realised then it wasn’t small, in fact it was quite the opposite, even from the outside she could tell her son had indeed grown up….in the right places.

She became quite eager….not curious anymore, his fingers fumbled with the button and zipper, and when finally opened slipped down inside to the smooth hairless warmth of his crotch. There marge opened her eyes wide in shock and looked at her son as the full realisation hit her of the messages her hand was sending her brain. The steel like solid shaft was not slim as she had expected, it was quite thick, in fact for his age it was very thick, marge suspected he would give homer a run for his money with girth, she lowered her gaze, she saw his trousers open, her hand inside his briefs and there proudly standing in her hand was his hard cock….and what a cock….she smiled….he would also give homer a run with length…..no in fact he beat his father in that department.

How did her sons size escape her before, in the bath the flaccid member never showed its true potential, he had been cagey for the last few months but she had put that down to growing up……and boy had he. She looked up to her sons face, he seemed to know what she was thinking and he proudly smiled to her….she smiled back and took it in her hand, not encircling it as she thought she would now knowing she couldn’t, she had expected her his cock to look small in her large hand….it was in fact the other way round. As she grasped his cock, she felt his jerk slightly and inhale with pleasure, the fondling of her breasts momentarily stopped too, she slipped her other hand inside his trousers and cupped his smooth hairless balls, they were big and heavy and she knew were full…….this was also a surprise, she wasn’t expecting her son to be capable of that yet…..she had been wrong a few times tonight, she wondered if there was anything else she didn’t know about him……and if she would….or dare find out.

Bart felt his heart skip as his mothers slender fingers encircled his cock and became tight around it……it felt so different…..so much better than when he held it. Slowly her other hand took his balls and he felt them quiver to her touch. She felt good holding him, her hand slowly began moving up and down, god…..my mother is jerking me off…….he was trying with all his might……he knew he wanted to blow already the excitement was so great…..he wanted to so much shoot his load in her face as he had seen in magazines and the odd movie…see his warm creamy spunk splurt on her face and dribble down……but he also wanted it to last…….he concentrated….really hard.

Homer watched as marges hand moved inside his sons pants, he smiled his cock was boiling over in his trousers, he was sweating……the excitement threatened to give him heart failure, only recently he had seen this very thing almost, on the pc and shot his load powerfully at the images……it had been a mere thought which ignited in his brain, and now it was happening before him, he couldn’t believe it……

He watched and filmed as barts hands slipped once again from his mothers breasts, he removed his top, his young upper frame naked, then they returned, homer zoomed in on his wife’s wonderfully firm breasts, her dark nipples seeming only inches away in the screen, his sons petit fingers roaming all over them, rubbing them, this was so horny…..too horny….fuck he thought, I am going to give her such a fucking later. It wasn’t until he moved the camcorder from his sons hands to his wife’s playing hands that he realised the size of his sons cock….Jesus he thought to himself, where did that come from. It looked solid, the bulbous swollen head shining it the light, his wife’s fingers barely going around it because of its thickness……he is going to be very well hung when he grows up, he was also pretty glad he had made it clear it was only going to be simulation……..there was some competition in the house now.

Slowly, as his trousers had been completely undone, coupled with his mothers playing and moving hands, they slipped slowly down around his thighs, then shins to the floor, bart was then standing naked before his mother with a huge hard on, homer pulled the zoom back to more accentuate his sons arousal, it was impressive. Homer waited a few seconds wondering if marge would, or even dared to perform felatio on her own son, perhaps he should say something, he was becoming impatient, he wanted more, quickly, the excitement he felt was taking over, before he knew it, and maybe a little too sharply he said, for christ sake marge either blow him, or mimic blowing him, as soon as the words left his mouth with that tone he regretted it, he also regretted not apologising. Marge was more than a little annoyed at homer, she was pissed, she shifted herself slightly, and purposefully so she was between the camera and her son, then her head lowered and in more of a need to get one back on homer for his attitude than to give her son head, she slipped the thick cock not just into her mouth, but forced it in as far as it would go, completely deep throating him, something she had never done on homer though he had asked on many an occasion.

Barts hands instantly grabbed her shoulders and he stiffened and he deeply inhaled at the unsurpassed pleasure coursing through his body as his cock slipped into his mothers wet warm mouth, feeling the tip touch her throat. He knew it was a good job he was deeply concentrating on not exploding at her jerking, this had caught him completely off guard, if he hadn’t been concentrating so hard he would have emptied his balls into her mouth with her surprising action. Jesus fucking christ he thought this is bar far the best feeling he had ever felt in his entire life, with the shock subsiding and his body getting used to the sensations, he felt himself relaxing and beginning to enjoy what she was doing, his hands relaxed there hold on her shoulders and his palms gently slipped onto her cheeks and he guided and controlled her head movements and motions synchronising his hips movements, the sight he saw as he looked down of his spittled wet cock slipping in and out of his mothers pouting lipped mouth burnt into his memory.

Marge enjoyed the feel of cock in her mouth, she always had and knew she always would, she enjoyed giving it to homer but this, this was something else, it was her sons cock, it was so wrong, she felt so bad and naughty for it and it made her fucking horny, it filled her mouth she had his balls pressed back with her palm and allowed only one, her index finger to snake over and around his shaft so she could get as much of his meat into her mouth, it slipped in so easily, so greedily her mouth engulfed him, her head bobbed back and forth with only the last inch or so going in slower so she didn’t gag, her finger slipped back and forth with her mouth jerking him and simultaneously blowing him, her breathing had quickened, she wanted this, she needed this she was getting more and more aroused and horny by the second, she wanted for the first time in her life to feel the spurt of hot cream into her mouth.

Homer was a little miffed as he saw marge move in the way of the filming, then he thought, incorrectly, she had done it purposely so it couldn’t be captured on film that she was mimicking the blow job, even though he had said it was ok for them both to perform oral, she had obviously decided against it, though he was impressed at barts acting abilities, he almost believed he was receiving a blow job from his mother with the performance he was putting on, the facial expressions were perfect, perhaps this idea of his had uncovered a hidden talent. It did look good from here, marges figure of eight, hour glass shape very well accentuated, and her right breast, pointing down bouncing back and forth as she simulated her oral actions, she was a fine looking woman.

Homer, though happy looking at marge from this angle knew he was filming and was about to get up and move for a better view, even if it revealed to the camera marge wasn’t giving head when bart leaned forward, his hand slowly tracing down his mothers naked back to her skirt, he took a hand full of the material and pulled, obviously encouraging his mother to shift herself into a position he wanted, to which marge dutifully responded by assuming the doggie position, on hands and knees, her heads bobbing motion not interrupted as she did so. Homer smiled, it would seem his son wanted to sample the feel of her ass, homer also smiled as he thought it wouldn’t be the only time she would be in this position tonight, he wasn’t surprised bart wanted to feel her ass, it was firm and tight, she had a great ass, as he filmed, sure enough his sons hand caressed her ass as best it could from the position he was in, still marges head bobbed.

Homer was surprised at barts next move, he was also glad he had chose to remain seated, his young sons small hand started to pull and collect folds of skirt as he began hitching it up, more and more of marges shapely legs came into view, then thigh as the skirt raised higher, her nylon stockings showed them selves in all their glory, then homer smiled as the entire skirt was raised exposing her very firm ass, the suspender belts from the stockings and her skimpy panties, to homer this was one of the sexiest sights a woman could offer apart from her nakedness, it was a fantastic view, the oval shape of her panties which perfectly concealed and held her pussy lips became the camcorder zooms target, and as it zoomed in and homer instantly noticed the darker patch of material it was apparent it was also barts target.

Bart needed to touch his mothers pussy, the urge seemed more primal, instinctual than anything else, he was in heaven below as his cock was being vacuumed by his mothers mouth, he had only ever touched one before, a young girl at school and it had been after reading one of Milhouses magazines, not only had he looked at the pictures, he, bart had actually read one of the articles, bart rarely read anything unless instructed to do so by school. This article was obviously some ones fantasy, but he had used part of this story on a girl at school later the same day. He had attempted to mimic with his hand, on this young hairless virgin pussy exactly what the story said. Touching the slit, the little nub known as the clitoris and unfortunately for him as he was stopped by the girl before fulfilling his attempt to slip the finger inside. The story had said the pussy was wet, from what he recalled it was moist and warm but no where near wet, and he recalled from memory that rubbing that clitoris had brought some unexpected results.

The story had said nothing about the girls legs opening and her breathing becoming heavier or pulling at the mans clothes, but the story had said and the girl had moaned with pleasure as this area was rubbed, he had never felt an adult pussy obviously, but he assumed the results would be the same if not better and he wanted to find out, he needed to find out now on his mother. He had leaned and pulled her waist on her skirt and she had obliged him by assuming the position he required, bart wondered if his mother knew what he was going to do as she had agreed so easily and knelt into the perfect position for him, he raised her skirt, unknowing how this and the sight it would behold would be turning his father on so much, he wasn’t interested in his father at this moment, he had one aim and he intended to get there, his hand slipped down the back of her panties as he hitched the skirt up, as he did so he felt his mothers head quicken, she seemed to know what he was doing and where he was going, as his hand felt the warm smooth skin of her ass, bart for the first time realised his mothers ass was infact quite hot, she had a great ass…………..but this wasn’t the target.

Marge felt the movement of her sons body forward, she then felt the tug of her skirt, she had a feeling he was aiming for this, but she was more interested at the moment in the continued sampling of this lovely hard cock, she felt her legs cool slightly to the room as her skirt was hitched up, this was unbelievable, what she was doing was so wrong but such a buzz, such a thrill she was getting hornier and hornier by the second, her nipples were like bullets her pussy ached and throbbed and it hadn’t even been touched……yet. Her heart raced and she was panting as she slurped away at barts cock, if she didn’t know better she thought she would actually orgasm before she had even been touched at all down there.

Barts fingers felt the crease of his mothers butt, he traced it down to the goal he was searching for, suddenly he reached that goal his eyes opened wide with shock and his mouth dropped as his fingers nearly delved deep into the hot very wet velvety pussy, the instant his fingers had found there goal, the instant he had gasped he felt his cock released from the vacuum of his mothers mouth as she also gasped to his touch, he felt her body quiver, had he really done that to her, he now knew what the article had meant when it said the pussy was wet, though he thought it had greatly underestimated the discription, it wasn’t wet it was absolutely soaking wet through. Homer moaned to himself in pleasure as he saw the outline of his sons fingers tracing down the insides of his wifes panties, he knew himself instantly when they reached and sought what they had been looking for, this was a bigger turn on than he had ever imagined……he wondered there for an instant, what it would be like if he saw barts cock slip into his wifes pussy…..his own mothers pussy.

Due to his height, the best bart could do was slip part of a finger into his mothers wet gaping pussy hole, it wasn’t enough, he wanted to slip it all in, wanted to slip more than one finger in, wanted to feel her hot wet oily juices on his fingers, he knew he was having an effect on her, he knew the moans she was making, and the jerky motions of her body were being caused by him, he was doing this to his own mother, a mere boy having this effect on an adult woman, he wanted to have more of an effect, he wanted to savour and experience what he had read in the article, he wanted her to be jerking and moaning out loud as he fingered her, wanted to give her an orgasm like the article had read, he wondered if it was the same as when he came……..he was going to find out.

Marges pussy ached, she wanted to feel his slender small fingers slither in and out of her, the tip of them, though exhilarating was not enough, she wanted to feel him plunge them into her, suddenly she felt his free hand on her face, pushing her off his cock, as she released it and heard it wetly fall from her mouth, the hand slid up onto her head and pushed her down, he was eager, the strength he possessed though fightable was enough to convince her of what he wanted her to do, she bent her arms and lowered her upper half down onto the floor so her cheeks touched the carpet, she felt him straddle over her and as he moved down she gasped in pleasure as her wish came true, she felt his fingers delve deep into her. All she could do to aide was open her legs slightly allowing him easier access, he accepted the invatation.

Homer saw marge lower, saw bart slip over her back, the camcorder was still zoomed in to her panties, it was obvious from the movement beneath his fingers had slipped deeper in, marges moan told homer what he needed to know, she was enjoying it very much so, he slightly parting thighs also showed him, then his eye caught something, something he which made him wish he had moved earlier with the camcorder, marge had not been mimicking or simulating the blow job, the spittle soaked shaft, glistening and gleaming in the light over head showed homer he had missed an opportunity, missed something as equally as thrilling as what he was watching now, he wouldn’t miss again.

Bart lowered his head onto his mothers lower back and kissed her silky skin, his free hand snaked under her and back to her breast cupping it and squeezing it as his fingers slid back and forth in and out of her pussy, the wet squelches filling his ears along with the sounds of her moans which were becoming increasingly louder. Bart not out of experience but just naturally stiffened his fingers inside her and allowed his hand to speed up its assault, his eyes saw the two curves of her buttocks disappearing and reappearing as her panties elastic was being stretched as his had moved faster, he smiled as he kissed her, a scratching noise caught his attention he moved his head to the direction, along with her moans and jerks and quivers of pleasure bart saw her fingers grasping and releasing the carpet, scratching her nails into the material, yes yes yes she moaned ohhh god im coming.

Marge couldn’t believe the sensations running through her, her stomach quivrered, the swelling inside of her impending orgasm raced like a steam train…unstoppable, she arched her back, pushing her pussy onto his fingers, she was going to come very powerfully, she could feel it, she needed it she pulled at the carpet, bit her lower lip, it was coming, it was here….no stopppig now, she groaned out loud not interested in the fact she was being filmed, not interested in the fact it was her husband filming her, nor the fact it was her young sons fingers giving her the pleasure….it was here and she was going to explode.

Homer zoomed the camcorder in again, he watched the stretching and relaxing panties move back and forth to the speed of barts hand, he watched his wifes body tremble and jerk with pleasure, heard her moans, her exclaimation of orgasm, his cock tingled and throbbed like mad, he wanted to take her now himself, he could see her smooth shaven lip partially every now and again, and part of his sons finger as it disappeared into the wet pussy of his mother, then marge grunted and she pushed herself onto the hand, a long moan of pleasure came from her and she trembled, he gasped as he actually saw her juices ooze into the panties darkening them even more with her orgasm juice.

Bart felt the hot, oily slippery juices spurt slightly from his mothers pussy, he wished he had seen it but that was too late, he felt his fingers and hand become coated with the fluid, heard her moans and felt her stiffen. He had done this too her, he a mere child, her son, he had brought his own mother to an orgasm.

Brilliant, homer said standing, his own erection in his trousers very prominent, brilliant, well the last bit anyway, the panting marge looked round at him, her eyes slightly glazed and sweat pouring from her forhead, you certainly came there marge, I was disappointed you performed oral sex on bart without me getting any of it on film but never mind, the ret was ok. She scowled a little at him, ok…..it was fucking awesome she thought, it was a bigger more powerful orgasm than he had ever given her she thought. Bart not bad little fella not bad at all, pity I didn’t see more of your fingering, it was a bit rushed, no class like experience would have been but the same desired results at the end I suppose, but that’s not your fault I suppose also as you’re a little young.

Marge couldn’t believe her ears, he was critisising his own son, who did he think he was ……..steven fucking spielberg, she thought he had been very very good, and that’s all that mattered, what each partner did for each other, obviously homers was more selfish than she had believed all these years. Ok she would admit the thrill of what they were doing, and with whom they were doing it made a difference, but she had been more than satisfied and as far as she had been concerned until homer opened his mouth at hadn’t been over, she smiled inwardly, perhaps he had stopped it because he felt threatened.

Bart looked at his father, I cant believe he has stopped me, I cant believe has stopped it, god why….why has he stopped it, I wanted more, I wanted to carry on, I want to, need to carry on…………bart also spotted his fathers bulge and thought if it wasn’t as good as he was saying, why is he like that. Though he had been filmed and his obvious arousal was plain for all to see, he placed his hands over his erect penis with a little bit of embaressment. Right homer said, we are obviously warmed up so I want to warn you I probably wont be sitting down as much from now on, ill try for close ups and angles and other things so be careful not to look at the camcorder its got to feel realistic, and lets have a bit more from you both, I know your not actors but some of the previous stuff was…………poor.

Marge and bart couldn’t believe it, what did he want, with a little bit of an annoyed mood they looked at each other, not noticing or completely ignoring homer returned to his seat, right he said, we’ll start again, I don’t think ive spoiled the mood, I just thought a little guidance was needed, shall we begin. The mood had definitely been dampened, both marge and bart looked at each other, slightly lost really, where do you begin, marge sighed and though not as mentally aroused as she had been a few minutes earlier, she was still aroused, if homer had missed the first blow job, she thought he wont miss this, with a purposefull look over to her husband and a little bit of an annoyed stared she smiled, turned to her son, removed his hands and revealed the still awesomely erect cock, she moved forward and allowed it to slip fully into her mouth, hopefully this would get homer back, if it didn’t it made her feel good none the less.

Bart didn’t need any acting skills, the gasp and intake of breath which followed was definitely real, again he wa about to experience his mothers professional sucking actions, he grasped her hair and held tightly, not enough to hurt her but to aide as his hips automatically began their back and forth rhythm. Homers “nice” comments fell on deaf ears as the dampened mood was soon back rising, they became unaware of homer once more, in their own worlds. Marge took the lead again, a few minutes of that cock in her mouth and she was damned if anything homer said was going to ruin what she was feeling now, she allowed his cock to slip from her mouth, she cupped his balls and kissed his navel, then stomach and up to his chest, again they kissed passionately. Marge placed either of her hands on her sons shoulders and pressed, offering him to the floor to which again, he accepted, dutifully.

As he lay she straddled him, his slimer smaller frame almost lost as her adult thighs rested either side, she felt his thick hot hard cock slide along the outside of her gusset and press against the valley between her buttocks, she was unsure if the pulsing she felt on her pussy was his cock or herself such was the intensity of the feeling. She moved forward and kissed his forhead, the new position had his shaft pressed firmly on her gusset, between her opened lips, her slit aching for the cock to enter her, but it was a rule they had all agreed would not happen, homer had even stressed it again before this had al begun, but god….now….right now she would have loved to feel it entering her.

Remember homers voice boomed from the corner, keep it on the outside, this is simulation only, I will check, for the first time marge spoke, we know she said, we all agreed, don’t you trust us……. Im just saying homer replied, just get on with it he added your not supposed to talk to me im not supposed to be here, Bart wished he wasn’t, he he had been here on his own with his mother, he would have had his cock deep inside her now instead of having to cope with this desire and yearning need to slip it in, instead of acting.

Marge moved her self up and down, mimicking the fucking action, she didn’t need to mimic the moans of arousal and pleasure, neither of them did as they were really having them, she could feel the thick hard cock sliding along her slit, teasing her clitoris, her juices were still flowing fast and free, there was barely a millimeter of material between there two sexual organs, there aroused and ready sexual organs but it may have been a sheet of steel, this was teasing in the extreme, from the corner of her eye she caught a movement, it was homer, he had stood and moved closer to them, it was a little unerving, she suddenly felt like she was being filmed and watched, it faded the natural sense she had previously had, she sensed him move behind slightly,, probably checking barts cock was where it was supposed to be, only from his point of view, her point of view differed…she wanted it in her.

The movement of homer reappeared as he came into view once, more, not once did marge stutter in her body movements, why should she, she was enjoying it to much, bart, on the other hand was close…to close to coming….this teased him too much, so close he thought so close yet…..so far, his mothers rhythm on his cock was faultless, sliding up and down, he could feel her warmth, the wetness of her panties on his shaft, he wanted to feel the hot wetness of her insides………..he had to stop this before he blew.

Nearly knocking into homer, which bart considered homers own fault for being so close, he slipped from under his mother, she was a little caught out also, but decided to allow him to do what he was doing and just follow on from there, homer grunted as he had to shift, again marge assumed the doggy position as she realised what he was doing as he slipped behind her, on his knees he was at the perfect height, he hadn’t expected to be as his mother was some what taller than he, but h was, he looked down and smiled at the image before him, once again burnt into memory for ever.

His mother legs open, wide enough for his small frame to be between, her curvy firm butt, the panties hiding her most intimate of parts, but barely, they were soaking, she had become wetter he was sure, if it had been at all possible. He took his cock in his hand and pressed it down pointing towards her, thin cotton panties was all that barred him, so thin, he pressed the tip of his hard cock dead centre of the oval shaped panties, he felt again the heat, the puffyness of her lips, the wet material soaked with her juices and orgasm he had earlier given her, he smiled as he saw the material give slightly, inwardly as the gentle pressure opened her pussy, if anything the mere edge of his cock was inside his mother, he teased her by sliding his cock up and down her slit, the pressure still applied, the material slipping between her lips but still a barrier, a barrier he wished he could pass.

She groaned, he hand slid under her body and between her open thighs and pressed on his leg, bart knew this to be a signal to stop, and to go no further, he lowered his cock between her thighs and moved his hips forward, his cock slidding under her, onto the front of her panties but still brushing her clitoris, she liked it, he liked it, deep down her knew they would both like it if he had really been allowed to go into her.

Now it was barts turn to not only tease marge with his rhythm but tease himself also, if it got too much he at least could slow or stop, he didn’t think it would be long though, he was concentrating on not coming but he knew it was a battle he was going to lose very quickly at this rate, but he would still try to hold off. Marge and bart were basically facing homer now, they both saw him filming them and it was hard to not look at him, homer filmed his small sons frame pumping back and forth, his wifes face was a good imitation of extacy and he was sure she was very aroused but he was sure her acting could be better

He told her so also, homer recognised the look of disgust on her face aimed at him and to a certain degree wished he hadn’t said anything but he wanted this to be perfect, there was a lot of editing to do, faces, voices and sounds so he wanted it to be good, really good. There was no denying it was horny, for him anyway, his boner was solid still, he felt like a teenager again, he envied bart in his future years of conquests, girls seemed easier nowadays than when he was younger, but he was happy with marge, bart seemed to be at the moment, he sniggered to himself.

He stood and made his way over to them, he saw bart catch the cameras eye and he told him to concentrate, marges breasts bounced back and forth as bart pumped from behind, the slapping of skin was sexy….homer liked that sound, make sure its under neath he said as he neared bart, and looked, barts cock was a good size, very thick, he was happy and impressed for his son, he smiled as he saw the cock sliding between his wifes thighs on the outside of the panties, he also saw how wet she was…..I knew she would like this he told himself.

Bart watched as homer returned to the seat and carried on filming, how was I to look anywhere else but at him when he walked right in front of me he thought…..what an ass….he looked down and grinned……mother has a good ass too, in his angered mind aimed at his father he realised his imminent need to come had subsided, he saw his cock once more sliding under his mother, as he slid forward though he noticed something he hadn’t before, whether it be the material of her panties had soaked the spittle from his mothers mouth or the friction he didn’t know, but as he moved forward the panties were tacky and tightened, as they did, both of his mothers shaven pussy lips became slightly visible either side of the panty edges.

They looked good, really good, he imagined kissing them, sucking them into his mouth, tasting her juices, sucking and nibbling her clitoris, where these thoughts were coming from he didn’t know, a combination of conversations with mates, lessons and magazines probably, he didn’t care, again he heard his fathers voices, come on you two put a bit into it……bart inwardly snapped, he was pissed off with hearing his voice, how could he facually mimic fucking when he had never done it before…………the only way was, he looked up to see where his father was, not looking directly at him but making sure he was out of sight for what he was about to attempt……..would his mother stp him.

Craftily and out of sight of his father, barts hand slid over hims mothers butt, his thumb hooked under the thin panties just where they were shaped to nestle between a womans cheeks, he pulled it to the side. Now the two shaven pussy lips which he had partially seen before were completely exposed in their full glory, the wet slit his cock had been sliding along before guarded by the flimsy panties also exposed, the wet innards glistening in the overhead light, the dark welcoming vaginal opening beconing him, he had seen his mothers head turn to look as he had slipped her panties to the side.

Marge felt the tug, felt her underwear move to the side, she was shocked out of her little world, she turned to face bart, he was looking down at her, looking at her womanhood, he was smiling, not in achievement, but in wonderment, the innocence was there and the smile was one of……love, he looked at her.

Bart looked at his mother, her eyes were open in shock, she didn’t make any movement to stop him, or put her panties back or instruct him to do so, he face softened from shock, she smiled. Bart looked at his mother, his eyes looking deep into hers, his eyes then lowered to her pussy then back up to her face, he was asking, begging almost visually…..for permision.

Marge knew what he was asking of her, she was suddenly aware she wanted him to, she wanted to, she needed this, she had been teased by it all this time, she knew she wanted it, she moved her head slightly and cast a quick glance at her husband, homer was oblivious to what was happening, she looked back to bart, she smiled and nodded gently, there was no way homer could see, no way he or the camera could see his sons cock, see it enter her, her stomach, her entire bdy tingled as she knew she was about to feel her sons cock slide into her………

Barts heart skipped a beat as he saw his mother nod, god…..oh yes yes yes he thought, he tingled, every muscle and sinew roared with electricity as it waited for the moment, he looked down, as if in slow motion, he saw his hand slip his cock from under his mother, every inch coming into view, the tip raising, slipping up her slit, opening her lips, the warmth, the wetness, then the tips disappeared as it begun its journey….he watched as her lips enveloped his tip, his head, then shaft, deeper and deeper he slipped into the wet moist velvety interior of his mother pussy.

His eyes closed and rolled back, he could feel the soft walls of her pussy tight around him, pulling him deeper, even as his navel touched her buttocks anouncing the limit his hips continued forward, he wanted every inch of his hard cock in her, to feel her around him, his hands grasped her hips and pulled he couldn’t physically get anymore inside her his balls felt like they were jumping, his cock was quivering, he wanted so bad to shoot his pent up frustrated load into her, to fill her, he was surprised he hadn’t.

Marges head turned to face her husband, she felt pangs of guilt as she had accepted barts request, as she felt the tip slide up her slit, the first moments of penetration, then the slow forward motion as inch after inch of her sons thick hard cock slide into her, the pangs disappeared, her head lowered and she moans deeply as shefelt him go deeper and deeper into her, it was slow and purposeful, further and further he seemed to be going, he was filling her up, she hadn’t felt anything this big, this hard inside her…….ever. Before she felt the tip of his cock reach her cervix she had orgasmed again, god he felt good inside her, so much better already than her husband the sensations as she felt it slide out and slide gently back in again were overwhelming she heard her pussy squelch as the juices seeped from around his shaft, three gentle thrusts he had done and already she could feel her next orgasm building…..what was he doing to her.

Bart slipped his hand beneath her, his finger sought and found her erect clitoris, his mother instantly stiffened and grunted, he smiled, his cock was deep in her, he pulled out slightly then re entered, he wanted to keep it all in her, but the need the pull back and thrust forward was great she felt so good, he knew, he definitely knew he would hae to do this regularly, he wanted to fuck his mother at every opportunity every given moment, father there or not……but would she.

Homers camcorder was zoomed in on marges face at the moment of penetration, that’s it he had thought to himself, that’s it, that was the best piece of acting you had done all night, it would have convinced me you were being fucked.

Bart looked fleetingly at his father and smiled inwardly, a mere few feet away and you don’t know, look at me he thought, look at your young son, look at your wife, my mother…..you don’t know do you you……ass that my cock is deep in her and I am fucking her while you watch and film and you don’t know. Suddenly homer stood, oh shit thought bart.

Marge saw homer stand and her heart stopped, it boomed in her chest, she was….they were going to be caught……….

Barts mid was in turmoil, his father was walking towards them filming, if he had pulled out a few seconds ago, maybe, just maybe he could have gotten away with it, it was too late now though, they were sure to be caught…..he wondeed what sort of beating he was going to get.

Damn his father said, bart closed his eyes expecting, awaiting the punnishment, the bloody battery is flashing, bart opened his eyes, his father was nearly in full sight, he pushed his cock into his mother and stopped his thrusting, his body was pressed against her buttocks, hopefully there would be nothing to see, hopefully there bodies were tight enough to hide the secret they were both doing from him. Bart looked at his father, he was stood obove them directly opposite his mothers butt and his son, parallel to where they were now joined. If he had xray vision he would see his sons hard rod deep inside his mothers willing cunt, filling her hole, not beneath it where he had strictly told them. Barts heart was racing, he was buzzing, what he was doing…….fucking his mother with his father filming it was a thrill, this…this was if possible, a bigger thrill because of the added danger……..

Marge couldn’t believe he hadn’t seen, coldnt see that she was being fucked, he was stood there, less than two feet away, incorrectly assuming they were simulating sex…..she was shivering, quivering with excitement, almost wanting to be caught, look….look you fool your sons cock is in me…….you have been filming your son fucking his mother you bastard…..the anger was directed at him because of his insults and criticisms before……she ddnt really mean it but it was thought anyway. Barts nerves were quivering as he saw and felt his father leave the room, he looked at his mother and she returned the look, he face was slightly ashen, then for no reason they both sniggered, his hnd fell onto his mouth as he surpressed a laugh, a nervous laugh but a laugh all the same.

After a few seconds, there laughing subsided, they were still looking at each other, the look became the deep stare as they realised that for a few precious moments they were to be alone, bart smelled the aroma from his hand which was still over his mouth, the aroma of his mothers womanhood, the fingers directly below his nose were the very ones which had been only a few minites ago inside her he lowered his hand back onto her curvy behind and slowly slipped out his cock to almost its full extent leaving just the head in, then he slipped it slowly back in, her face now with its colour returned softened and she moaned, she looked deeply into her sons eyes as she felt again every inch of him penetrate her.

Barts thrusts became faster and faster, the slapping sounds of there bodies filled the room, the moans of pleasure they both made filled the room, marges words filled barts ears, oh yes oh yes oh god bart your so big, fuck me fuck me hard, knowing the time would be less and less he had alone with his mother as each second passed barts thrusts increased in speed and power.again marge lowered her face to the carpet, she thrust her arse out onto his oncoming tool, arched her back and groaned as she felt yet another orgasm reaching her, she whimpered as it came and passed to be followed quickly by another, suddenly she felt the power of her orgasm double as is fingers eagerly busied themselves once again on her clitoris, she gritted her teeth and her hands curled and grasped at the carpets pile.

The wave of pleasure which passed over her was nothing like she had ever felt before, her mouth opened to scream but all that came out was a long muted grunt, it felt like a geyser had been turned on inside her such was the flow of orgasm juices spurting from her, she heard it squelching even above the noises of slapping skin, her body jerked uncontrollably, spasming to each wave, convulsing at each……contraction. Her vaginal walls were tightening and relaxing increadably fast, something barts already tingling cock found out, this was too much for him, with one final powerful thrust he slammed his cock deep into his mother, threw his head back and every muscle in his body went tight as he felt the surge of his orgasm gush from him.

For what seemed like alife time, bart felt spurt after spurt of hot creamy fluid ejactulate, explode, erupt from his cock, filling his mothers pussy, mixing with her juices, her fluids, his eyes watered and he gasped out loud, his body quivered, his forhead was covered with beads of persparation, with short rapid hip convulsions barts cock withdrew and entered her in quick sucsession releasing a little more of his young sperm into her soaking pussy, in exaustion he leaned forward and felt his skin touch his mothers back, he coiled his hands under her and hugged her with all his might. Both bodies gasped for air, panted and sweated, he knew though, he had little time before his father returned, though he would have gladly stayed here like this for the rest of his life.

It was marge who made the first move, with her breath still coming in sharp pants, she shifted slightly and said come on bart, before your father retuns, barts quickly softening cock flopped wetly from her pulsating pussy, they both gasped again with pleasure, it felt like a big item had been removed from her such was the emptiness she suddenly felt, gushes of mixed juices follwed, marges hand quickly reached round and pressed her panties back over her pussy, there was no way they could have soaked up all what was oozing from her, but she just wanted to slow, or stem the flow from her cunt.

Bart heard his fathers footsteps quickly returning, come on he said urgently but quietly, he re positioned himself behind his mother who shakily at first resumed her own position , bart tried to look calm as his father re entered the room, that was quick he said, croakily, sorry he said I couldn’t find the bloody spare battery, im ready know though, he rushed over to his seat again and sat. ok ok he said when ever your ready. Bart smiled as he looked down, his cock was covered in thick globules of fluid, it was only semi hard now and was bowing towards the floor, driplets of mixed come were dangling tfrom the tip, snakey lines and rivers of the same mixed orgasm fluid were trickling down his mothers inner thighs, her panties were absolutely sodden, the come was seeping through, out of the sides, anyway it could escape it was doing and travelling down her legs, as bart began his thrusts, this time really mimicking the fucking action, his cock, like a pendulum swung back and forth between both their legs.

His pubis area, smooth and hair free slapped and pressed into the sodden gusset area of his mothers still aching pussy, youthfulness had its advantages, it had been a mere three or four minuts since he had spewed his entire contents into his mother, but as his aching body rock back nd forth simulating sex, he felt the blood returning to his cock, slowly this time, each minute passed and more and more blood coursed into his cock, the swinging slowed as his cock took on its rigidity until once again it was how it had started, hard, thick and sliding back and forth beneath his mother, as if on que his father stood and walked over, he looked as if to check, and carried on filming.

Bart smiled, too late old man I hae already fcked her when you left the room, he was surprised his father hadn’t noticed all the wetness, the extra wetness, the streams of come flowing dow his wifes inner legs, the wet sticky patches on the floor, but he hadn’t and bart supposed that was all that mattered, he knew as he continued to simulate sex for all three of there gratifications, this was not going to be the only time he fucked his mother.