Simpsons Porno Story: The Estate (Pt3)

The Estate (Pt3)

Bart stood, he looked down at the book on his bed, he had mastered the spell, the art of moving objects with his mind, he had memorised several different incantations and now he was going to try them, he inhaled deeply and relaxed, letting out his breath slowly when he was sure he was ready he stepped back onto his bed and lay down, his head pressed into the pillow, he closed his eyes. He tried not to think about how this was going to feel as it would spoil the concentration, the room was quiet, the house was quiet he was calm and relaxed, he said the words he needed to say in his head, slowly, over and over, then instead of “Saying” them to himself, he thought them. There was a difference, slight, but it made all the difference to the incantation. Bart stood, he felt….odd, lighter somehow, there was definitely a discernable difference in how he felt, he turned and looked down, there was no shock it the sight he saw, he just knew, and smiled, there on the bed….was him, seemingly sleeping. He knew he wasn’t sleeping of course, he knew he was thinking this, his thoughts had taken on a form of there own, he had achieved the out of body experience he had sought.

He turned to look around the room, yes he felt like he was turning and looking, not just imagining it, he walked forward, no… more glided, yet he could feel the carpet beneath his feet or more knew the carpet was beneath his feet, he tried to pick up a piece of clothing, his hand merely passed through it, he looked at the article and thought, then he tried again, his hand passed through but it felt more resistance, as if the fabrics themselves had become partially solid, or had he, whatever the reason he was feeling the material as his hand moved, yet the clothing didn’t move. He looked up over to the dresser, he walked up to it and looked in the mirror, all he saw was the wall behind him, the bed with his prone form on it, again he turned and walked towards the door, he passed his hand through the door knob, now ready in his mind, feeling the texture for want of a better explanation of he metal. Then he simply smiled and walked through the closed door into the hall.

Lights were on, it was getting to nightfall, he hadn’t noticed in his room, so engrossed in the book, he turned and walked, down the hall to his sisters room, again he passed through the door, why he chose the door instead of directly passing through the walls he didn’t know, possibly just because doors were normally used, he hadn’t quite got the sense that everything to him now was a door, there were no obstacles or barriers which could stop him in this state. Lisa was not there, then he recalled her being in the library, she will probably still be there, he slipped through the wall this time, making the effort not to use the door, inside another room, again empty, then he walked back into the hall, as he did so the butler walked around a corner, he walked straight up to him, to ensure this was not a dream, he stood in the path of the butler, his eyes remained focused ahead intent on whatever task he was off to do, he didn’t notice bart, he simply walked through him, bart felt the butler as he did so, he turned, there was a definite change in the butler, he slowed and turned, frowning, looking puzzled, this, bart thought was interesting, perhaps it would be an idea not to be able to feel things, especially people.

Now he knew he couldn’t be seen, he just knew it was real, he wasn’t imagining it or dreaming it, this was actually happening, he walked towards the stairs, he looked down, should he simply walk down or float down, one step at a time he thought, he took the stairs as he normally would. He walked through the large hall and into several rooms before he walked through the wall back into the dinning room. It was quiet, and empty, then he heard something, he noticed his father, asleep at the far end of the table, he frowned where was burns and his mother, it was typical of his dad this, he shook his head smiling. He walked out of the room, he had no idea where to go, or anything, he simply walked free from obstacles, back upstairs, he walked through the wall directly in front of the stairs, yet another empty room, this was larger than the one he had been given, the curtains were not drawn and he saw it was getting dark, he turned and walked through the wall into the bathroom, empty…then through that wall into another bathroom, somewhat smaller, then as he walked through that wall the sight which befell his eyes made him stop in his tracks.

In front of him, sat in a chair was his mother, in front of her was burns, his trousers were around his legs and he could tell from the old mans actions exactly what he was doing. He was flabbergasted, how could his mother do this to his father, to them, she was so straight laced, so clean and proper, or so he had thought, all this time, had she been a whore, an adulteress, he doubted it somehow, the moans of pleasure he heard her, heard them both making though had him in no doubt this wasn’t a rape or……anything only consensual. He noticed then the film, the large screen and the action upon there, he stared at it, then at his mother, he moved closer, he saw her bare naked breasts being fondled, the old wrinkly hands all over them, the skinny thighs moving back and forth as he pushed his cock into her. He looked upon the screen again, another woman, he didn’t recognise her, she too was being fucked, by…burns again, was this being filmed also, it was then he realised perhaps his mother wasn’t intentionally…..or somehow willing in this scene, the drink, she was drinking, had burns drugged her……got her drunk…..she was definitely enjoying it.

Bart felt the stirrings himself between his thighs as he watched not only his mother but this other woman getting fucked by burns, he moved closer, looked at her breasts, saw her opened legs, her blue snatch of hair, her lips open accepting Burns’s hard cock into her, it was arousing to say the least, he noticed how he preferred to see his mother being fucked as opposed to the other woman, was it a bad thing, was it because this was real and in front of him and the other merely on screen or was there some other reason, some darker reason he preferred to see his mother being fucked. It then dawned on him, another incantation, the thought which appeared in his head seemed wrong somehow, no not somehow, definitely, but…..curiously was also exciting, could he….should he…..he smiled, of course he should, who would know. He stepped behind burns, then smiled as he stepped forward into him, he could feel him, barely, he was glad he had decided to take a less sensing state, he looked down and saw everything burns saw, his mother, breasts bare being fondled, her open thighs, bart mimicked burns rhythm, he was naked, a simple thought saw to this, he knew his cock was inside his mother, knew he was feeling her breasts as burns was…..but couldn’t…..feel anything, again, a simple thought changed that.

Slowly at first, not wanting to scare or spook burns…..he allowed his state to incrementally harden, he felt his mothers breasts in his hands, in Burns’s hands, then felt the hot tight wet insides of her pussy around his smaller cock, that also changed to, he allowed it to grow, and grow matching the size of its host so to speak, he smiled and increased it a little more, made it thicker too, then he solidified himself a little more, he heard his mother moan, he knew it was his cock size that had caused this, it felt good, so very good. He had never thought of his mother like this, never thought of doing this, but in his present condition, coupled with the sights he had just seen, all that had changed.

He had seen books before, seen movies in secret with Milhouse and nelson, now he was experiencing it, it wanted to try something, he reached out and instructed Burns’s mind, he felt burns slip out of his mother as he instructed, bart also moved back, he had instructed him to move her, bart wanted to take his mother from behind, he felt the resistance in burns head, he didn’t like this position, tough bart thought, I do, and I want to, after all she is my mother and your fucking her and you shouldn’t be and in my eyes, you have no say in the matter, bart was a little surprised as his mother took no coaxing at all, she simply seemed to know what was expected and obliged, she rolled over, bart felt himself tingle, a wired sensation as he was supposed to be out of body, he liked it so didn’t question it. He saw his mothers bare ass lifting, saw her naked, wet open shaved pussy from behind, he smiled as he moved forward first, before burns, but waited until burns moved, he then synchronised his penetration with him.

He had lost his virginity to his mother, or had he? Technically he supposed he was still a virgin, whatever, he was behind his mother now his cock deep into her, deeper than burns, he knew his mother felt his cock in there, knew she didn’t know it was his and knew she was enjoying it, he was going to blow in her, he could feel his balls ready to explode, he was going to cum, he was going to cum before burns, he wanted to let his mother feel his semen shoot into her, he wanted her to feel the hot spurts, the jets of his youth enter her, he thought it and he knew it would be so, he moaned aloud, knowing only he would hear it, as he felt it begin to flow he had one last thought, he made his cock entirely solid, he didn’t know what the two of them would feel, he didn’t care what burns felt but he wanted his mother to feel his cock not that she would ever know it was him, he felt himself explode into her, he filled her, he heard her gasp as she felt him even felt burns exclaim surprise, he didn’t care, he spurted and spurted his body jerking as he pushed every drop out.

He slowed, breathing heavy, while he had the remnants of clarity he softened the sense of himself, so he would no longer be felt, but let his spunk remain as it was, she could never have got pregnant, it wasn’t really there, but its feeling and impression would be, to her anyway, and to burns, they seemed to notice, something was different again, but then carried on, bart, still breathing heavily, stepped away and watched for a final few seconds before moving away, he didn’t really want to see this old man fucking his mother no more, nor did he want to see him come in her, he moved from the room. His breathing soon became more regular, the images in his head though remained, he didn’t feel guilty about fucking his mother, he hadn’t in a way but to him he had and he didn’t feel any pangs, he did though begin to get aroused again, with this new talent, one he knew he had but would never have thought to put it to this use had he not walked in on his mother, he wanted to use it again, he smiled as he felt his cock once more regaining energy and beginning to rise….now all he needed was a body, a victim he smiled as he thought of one, he had seen her earlier, very pretty too…..the maid.

He reached out with his mind to find her, to sense her, merely walking around was a waste when he could so much easier do it this way….he found her, he sensed her, he knew where she was and how to get there, the staff quarters, he honed in on her. Within a few short minutes passing through walls, unstoppable he stopped before a wall he knew to be hers, he passed through. There she was, she was indeed very pretty, even more so now her bland uniform was off, she simply wore a pair of towelling trousers and t-shirt, she was sat at the bottom of her bed watching the tv, she was snacking on something, bart didn’t care what, he eyed her, obviously taller than he, perhaps twice his age, maybe a little more, twenty, twenty two, slim, nice figure even though the clothes she wore hid it too much, long soft red hair past shoulders, bart hadn’t noticed this before as the hat she wore hid it, not that he had paid her much attention, nothing like the attention he was giving her now and that was nothing like the attention he intended to give her, he looked down at his hard cock, he could clearly see it, yet he could see the floor beneath him, still a strange experience.

Bart hadn’t even decided what or how to accomplish what he wanted to do, he was at the moment at an impasse, then the girl stood and walked out of the room, bart simply watched her, she entered a small room and switched on the light, bart listened, he heard something slide then heard water falling, the slide must have been a shower curtain, and from the sound of the water hitting the tub, it was a shower running not a bath. At least he wouldn’t have to remove her clothes, she would do it for him, then the door closed and he heard the click of a lock, why would she require a lock in a room on her own he wondered, not that it mattered to him, he walked past the tv and entered the room she was in through the wall. He stood in the corner and watched her, she was looking in the mirror, he knew she was a good looking woman, he wondered what she was thinking of.

She reached down, took hold of her t-shirt and lifted and removed it over her head, she wore a small white bra, the cleavage which bart could clearly see was small and firm, he quickly noted his mothers had been bigger, she faced the mirror again, she looked then he saw her cup her own breasts and bounce them slightly, what was she…..perhaps she was unhappy at there size or softness, from barts position and opinion they were very nice indeed. Then she reached round and unclasped her bra and slipped it off, bart smiled as he stared at the two pert breasts, they sagged ever so slightly still firm, but why wouldn’t they be, she was still young. She sighed, turned from the mirror and bart watched her remove her pants and panties and stepped into the shower, he didn’t get to see a frontal view, he didn’t mind he would see it now, he followed her and stepped in.

Even though she had closed the curtain around her to keep in the warmth of the shower, it never rustled or moved as bart passed through it and stood behind her at the foot of the bath, he watched her as she let her hair become soaking wet under the powerful shower, her hair darkened more, her naked behind showed now its true for, the perfect figure of eight, the supple upper thighs and firm butt, shapely legs all-round a good, perfect specimen, bart felt like he was gauging her. being only eleven, he had no real experience on what to gauge his assumption on, apart from a few minutes ago with burns and his mother, but he knew what he liked and he liked what he saw.

Then she turned, he smiled broadly as now he got the full frontal he knew he was going to get, her small pert breasts shining with the droplets of water from the shower, the pink nipples, flattened and inert, the slim waist and hips, he looked and stared at the triangular patch of deep red pubic hair, the downward point almost like an arrow showing the shaven lips, his cock throbbed, still he had no plan on how to go. He watched as she lathered herself with soap, he watched as her hands caressed her body, cleaning herself, it was an erotic sight, almost as if she was putting on a personnel show just for him, he took his cock in his hand and gently rubbed it, he could still feel the stickiness’ from his mothers pussy juices on his shaft, he continued to look and rub as the girl blissfully washed before him, completely unaware she was being watched…..for now.

The soap dropped, she turned bent to pick it up, barts eyes narrowed and he sighed as he stared at her labia from behind, drips of soap running from her buttocks, over her lips and onto her thighs before they carried on towards the bath. A fantastic sight, burned in his mind forever, smaller and younger obviously than the sight he had recently had of his mothers, her lips were not as full, or puffy looking but just as inviting and welcoming, she turned once again, round more then back, allowing the water to cascade over her, rinsing her. Her hands still caressing herself, she was washing but bart preferred to see it as caressing. He wondered if she, like he when he showered would remove the head and rinse more, if she did, then she would no doubt place the water jets between her thighs to clean the soap away, he decided then he would make his move, let her believe it was the water not his fingers when he……well pounced.

He then changed his mind, he couldn’t wait, he would still or hoped she would still think it was the water, but he wanted to feel this young woman now, he moved forward and allowed the thought which made him more solid to enter his head, he would feel like a wisp of air, or steam to her, he hoped, he touched her breasts, feeling the resistance of her skin, he knew he couldn’t squeeze them as he wanted as he would simply pass through her, he needed to work her arousal up before he could do anything like that, it all had to start and begin somewhere, her breasts were small, he felt, if he were solid, whole he would be able to hold most of her breasts in his small hands, but they like she were petit and he liked it. His hands coursed over her body, feeling her, she was unaware she was being touched up, she simply felt the water running over her body, even when barts hands moved back up, she was unaware.

He slipped his hand between her thighs, he felt the two lips, the slit yet kept his state as it was, back and forth as if he was going to finger her he lets his finger travel along and back to the feel of her slit, his finger felt like it was in a narrow small valley between her lips, a little more solid he became, his finger still slid, she stopped her turning in the bath, she let the water cascade onto her still form, she sighed a little, he felt her legs part slightly, this confirmed his hopes, she believed that it was the water, for now he let her believe. He watched his hand slide back and forth between the girls, no woman’s thighs, rubbing her slit, he looked down at his eleven year old hardened cock, knowing this wouldn’t be enough for her, or for him for that matter he thought, it grew he watched it grew to that of the size of an adult man, he smiled then added an extra couple of inches and thickness, why not, if I can why shouldn’t I.

When he heard the first moan from her mouth, he felt a tingle again, this wasn’t the water as she believed, it was a mere child, he grinned and allowed a little more to his state, he felt her more clearly now, he saw her arms moving, saw then raise and he knew though couldn’t see she was once again caressing her breasts, this time for real as the water, or rather he was arousing her. Her legs parted more, would she allow the water to continue or would she touch herself, he didn’t care really, after another soft moan he again altered his state. She moaned a little louder and bent forward slightly pressing one of her hands onto the wall before her, bart could actually feel the lips now, not like if he was solid fingered but enough, enough to feel them parting slightly as they continued to slide back and forth along the slit.

The water was obviously wet, but then he felt her juices which slowly seeped from her pussy, the thicker, oilier texture, confirming more her arousal as she became wetter, dare he alter more, he stayed as he was, he was getting what he wanted for now, why risk it, he moans were more audible now, more regular as he massaged her slit, her legs opened more and both her hands fell onto the wall, she arched her back pushing her arse out, firmly believing the water was responsible for the condition she was in, he heard her whisper, ohh yes, he had to try, he had to, he altered his state more, his fingers becoming more solid, he felt the lips part and felt the nub of her clitoris, his finger tip concentrated there, he heard her intake a breath sharply and felt her raise herself up on her toes, felt her thighs trembling…..ohh my god she whispered, he smiled, faster her rubbed her clitoris, her whole body started to shake, she gasped, it felt to him she was convulsing, then he heard her grunt and stiffen, he felt a flow of the hot creamy textured liquid ooze onto his hand, he had made her orgasm, he, a child had made this adult female cum.

He allowed his fingers to almost become solid, or at least feel that way, he still couldn’t be seen, then he slid them into her hot wet tight hole, again she gasped and again she raised herself up higher on her toes, ohh god….ohh god what’s happening, what is this she moaned, bart wasn’t interested now, his fingers delved deep into her, it was soaking in there and it was because of him, he intended to make it wetter. His fingers slid vigorously back and forth, my god, my god she wailed, im coming, im coming, then her trembling petit frame collapsed slightly, her thighs opened wide and he felt and saw and heard a gush of spurting liquid jet from her and splatter onto the bath below them, a multiple his shocked mind registered.

He couldn’t wait no more, he reached into her mind and told her to move to the back of the bath and lye down, shaking, and a little unsteady, her hands kept her balance as she inched to the back of the bath and lowered herself down, she opened her legs instinctively, bart looked at the prize splayed open for him, her open lips revealing the pink insides and the darker hole, he knelt then lay upon her, she gasped as she felt herself opening, felt her pussy opening of its own accord as if….as if a hard, big cock was sliding into her……she gasped and held onto the sides of the bath, yesss she moaned as she felt more and more glide in. bart himself, though unheard was groaning louder as he forced himself to slide gently in as opposed to ram in as he so ached to do, fully inside he allowed his cock to feel solid, the gasp from this woman was so arousing as her confused mind tried to comprehend what was happening.

He saw her hand start down to touch herself, her eyes were open wide with a mixture of confusion, passion and fear, he knew if she reached down she would feel her stretched open pussy, she would probably feel his cock in her, but wouldn’t be able to understand, he thrust deep then pulled back then in again in quick succession, her hand suddenly moved back to and grasped the side of the bath, she groaned out loud and moved her from side to side in pleasure as bart continued to thrust into her, ohh my god, what the….who she started, but couldn’t finish, bart pumped faster, he had shot his load into his mother earlier, so doubted, or knew his balls would not be full or as eager to explode as they had been then, he pumped and felt himself warming, felt sweat on his face from the exertion, out of body sweating he thought……he heard the squeak from the bath as her body was pushed up slightly as he rammed into her, then as he pulled out, the squeak as her body slid down, the squeaks were fast, were as fast as his rhythm dictated. Again she came, again she exclaimed her orgasm out loud, yet still bart was not ready for Cumming.

Raise your legs he mentally coaxed, she obeyed or rather as she saw it, felt like raising her legs, she had no idea what was happening, how the water was doing this to her, nor now did she care, she hadn’t had a cock inside her for months now, her husband at home was forced to go without as her duties here forced her to stay weeks at a time, now this shower, this water felt like she had a cock inside her, a big cock too, larger than she had felt before, how she didn’t know, how she didn’t care as long as it continued, it was good, very good, better than she had experienced in a while it felt like it filled her entire insides up, she felt the sensations deep in her insides change as she raised her legs, touching her in new places, she moaned as she enjoyed them, she felt the water press on her legs, as if….as if someone were holding them…as if….then she felt the thrusting again, her wondering left her.

Bart looked down, her shapely ass, her lips proud of her buttocks, open, wide open, the opening to her vagina wide open as if a glass dildo had been inserted, his invisible cock stretching her wide, it felt good, very good, his stomach muscles ached as he tensed as he pushed vigorously in and out, her lips moved as his shaft forced them apart, she was still very very wet, the water passing through him onto her diluting her juices and washing them down the drain, he had more juices to extract from her, she was close to cumming again, he could feel the contractions of her vaginal walls, something she apparently did involuntarily when she was orgasming, yes he whispered, take it bitch, take it.

Sounding a little silly to herself, she knew this wasn’t the water, this was a ghost or poltergeist or something, she had seen the film which stated it was based on fact, I..I…I..don’t k..know who you are she stuttered to each thrust…b..but you..h..had better…b..b..here t..tomorrow to..f…f..f.fuck me she said, bart grinned, you wish is my command he said, knowing she wouldn’t hear him. Bart knew he was beginning to feel the onset of his own orgasm, he wanted her from behind, he wanted to shoot his cream into her from behind as he had done with his mother earlier, a simple coax and she was moving, she cast the curtain to the side and slipped her body over the side of the bath, her hands on the bathroom floor supporting herself, while her lower half remained in the bath.

Bart slipped behind he and grunted as he pushed deep and hard into her, again she wailed in pleasure, he didn’t care if the staff heard her, she was having it…faster and faster he pumped, he ached all over, he dug his small hands into the sides of her buttocks for leverage, he felt it rushing, it was coming, he was cumming, he plunged his cock deep into the maid, wailing himself, he felt his hot fluid shoot into her, she felt it, just before she orgasmed too, the water from the shower escaping from the confines of the bath as the curtain had been moved, she collapsed into the growing pool of water on the tiled floor, her cheek pressed into it, completely satisfied, almost to the point of being sore, she shook as she felt the after waves of her, their orgasm. Bart slipped from her, his cock rapidly softening, he leaned against the shower wall, exhausted, thankful he had made himself solid otherwise he would have fell through into wherever.

Downstairs, homer stirred, he blearily opened his eyes to find himself alone in the dinning room, he wondered where everyone had gone and why they had left him here, he stretched and looked to the ceiling as he did so, above him as he woke, his wife marge had just slipped her breasts back into the dress and was now slipping her panties back on, she had used several tissues to wipe away the oozing white cream from her pussy where monty and exploded into her, unbeknownst to her, she was also wiping away in effect her sons semen too. Monty was fastening his trousers, smiling at the angel before him. Bart was still pressed against the shower wall, or his inner self was, the maid was still out of the bath, her face still pressed into the tiles breathing hard after the fucking she had just received, homer yawned and felt….peckish.