Simpsons Porno Story: The penalty

The punishment

The sun beat down on Springfield, the sky was blue, the forecast was good. Saturday, the kids were off school for weekend, the air was filled with chirping birds laughing kids and not a cloud was to be seen. In the simpsons back garden bart was learning how to play cricket, an English game for gentlemen, apparently. His teacher was nelson, bart had been surprised when he had been asked, he had loomed over him with this bat in his hand, bart was sure he was for a beating, he didn’t know what for, but in general nelson didn’t need a reason to dish out his beatings. It would seem, nelson had begun that with my mates away and nothing to do but kick around time, I am going to have to spend some time with you bart simpson, I hope you don’t mind, and with that he slapped the bat up and down in his hand, a bit menacingly for barts liking. If truth be known Milhouse had gone away this weekend too with his mother and all he had to do was kick about town really, so he accepted.

What’s that, bart had enquired, nelson looked at the bat in his hand, it’s a cricket bat he said, the English play it, well a lot of the Europeans and other countries play it, its not real big over here but I’ve played it before and its pretty good. Its simple really, a ball is bowled to you and you hit it, a bit like base ball but the ball usually will bounce once before it gets to you. He then reached behind him and pulled out three pointed pieces of wood, obviously tucked into his trousers, these he continued are wickets and these, he plunged into his trouser pocket and pulled two circular long shaped pieces of wood go on top of the wickets when they are in the ground. Nelson started walking and bart followed listening as he explained what he knew about cricket. Bart asked if they would be playing on the field, nelson replied no, he didn’t really want to be seen playing with bart, he had a reputation to keep. He stated the best place would be in his back garden, because there was only two of them they wouldn’t have to go far to retrieve the ball when hit.

Bart didn’t mind really, he never expected nelson was lying, and in truth, though he was a bit of a rebel himself, he was in a different league with nelson and nelson was also a bully, he could turn at any moment, he would feel a lot safer on own ground, familiar surroundings, they both walked as nelson talked more about the game, and soon came up on barts house, they both slipped around the back and into the garden, nelson setting the wickets up at the far end, showing bart how each of the three were set with the two stumps placed on top. After these were set, which only took a minute, he then pulled a ball from his other pocket, bart wondered what else were in his pockets, he seemed to have bottomless ones, he hadn’t even noticed he was carrying anything else, this said nelson as you are no doubt aware is a tennis ball, I don’t have a cricket ball, or as its called a corky, I only have this. We could use a baseball but it will be easier for you if we start with this, maybe later when you are better at this game we can go onto a baseball.

He then showed bar the way to bowl the ball, and showed him how different it was than in the game base ball, even so he said, some of the Europeans can get this thing, or the true corky anyhow up to at least 80mph when bowling he said, you wouldn’t think it could be done that fast but it can. He had to fight off the urge to really throw the ball at bart like in baseball, and his natural tendencies to use his aggression in anything he did, he was exceptionally bored today and he didn’t want to be tossed back out alone on the streets, tomorrow he knew he would feel better and wouldn’t even associate himself with simpson, but today he just wanted to be with someone.

Bart wasn’t really sure he fancied playing this game, but he would give it a go, how could he refuse nelson anyway, he would receive a pummelling if he tried to and he wasn’t really interested in one of those, so he settled himself to play this. Marge as usual was in the kitchen, she had seen the boys arrive and walk to the end of the garden, she didn’t really like the boy bart was with, nelson she thought, she knew he was a bully, and a trouble causer, everyone knew, she eyed him while they were setting things up, she wondered what they were doing. Bart she knew was no angel but at least with him she could manipulate him to a certain degree, try and warn him away from the path nelson had took, it wouldn’t be easy with bart, especially as homer didn’t really input much, nelson was a prime candidate for runnings in with the law in later years so she watched to make sure they stayed right where she could see them, she didn’t trust nelson…..not one bit. Though she couldn’t help but admit as she watched that they were or seemed to be getting along just fine.

Outside bart was batting, he had barely hit it once, it was quite heavy the bat, and awkward for him to hold or at least he wasn’t used to it, from what he could remember, nelson was trying to knock those ….bails off the wickets, he had thrown or bowled it four times, and three times bart had missed and luckily for him, nelson had missed those things so he was still to bat. The one and only time he had hit it, it rolled a few feet away, apparently about eleven per team played it and it was better than just the two but he supposed if he ever did play it again, as a team member he would know a little of what to do and expect. As the fifth ball was bowled bart noticed as it came to him, nelson had a grimace as the ball was let fly, bart suspected he was withholding himself not this time he actually heard the ball whiz by, it must have been very close from nelsons reaction.

He noticed his mother come out of the house with some washing to hand out, it was a glorious day and she was taking advantage of the weather, the sixth ball was much the same as the fifth, fast and hard and again he heard it whiz by, he even managed a swipe at it, though he got no where near, again it must have been close, nelson moaned out loud and held his hands clenched….son…of a bitch he called that was close, bart looked at his mother hoping she hadn’t heard nelson swear, she was looking directly at him, she had heard, what would she do he wondered. He saw her replace the article of clothing she had in her hand and put it back on the pile, bart knew she was coming over, sure enough she stomped over in their direction, nelson saw bart looking and turned to see marge walking over with a stern look on her face.

Nelson actually looked a little nervous bart thought as his mother turned the tables and loomed on him, excuse me young man she said, then said….nelson I believe, if you wouldn’t mind and keep your expletives to yourself, nelson merely looked at her, confused, realising what she had said and nelson wouldn’t understand she said swear words, swear words nelson, keep them to yourself. You are in our garden and as far as im concerned our rules apply, if you do anything which is against our rules or I find offensive you will receive the same punishment my children do, do you understand. Bart was looking at nelson, he knew he would receive a beating for this, not only had his mother embarrassed him, but nelson didn’t like confrontation like this so bart would pay the price. He saw nelson inhale as if to pump himself up in retaliation, he was taller than bart but a bit shorter than his mother his shoulders maybe me half way up her torso, he was as broad as her, and then he seemed to think, then relax and he apologised and said it wont happen again.

Bart was shocked, he imagined his mother was too but she didn’t show it, why hadn’t he said anything, he was glad he hadn’t but still he was curious, as marge walked away bart noticed a glare shot by nelson at her, then he turned to bart and walked over, bart expected the worse, well she’s not as tough as she thinks she is he said, so what’s the punishment she dishes out, a slap on the wrist, no kiss before you go to bed, bart knew nelson was mocking him, its not that bad really he said she just makes you sit at the dinning room table for a length of time depending on what you’ve done she decides on how long you have to sit there, I was there fifty minutes once when I tried to burn the fence down. Nelson laughed, at barts prank, his inability to complete it and the capture and the punishment or lack of it.

Well come on then he urged lets get back to it, bart returned to the wickets, nelson picked up the ball and walked a few places then turned, lets see you stop this simpson, he lurched forward and roared as he bowled the ball throwing everything he had into it, he watched, he saw the ball travelling right on target, bart just didn’t seem to see the ball it was that fast and hard, the ball shot past him and hit the wickets, the bails flew into the air and landed with the three wickets bent askew as the ball had forced its way past them, nelson roared in triumph, then laughed as he looked at bart, for one split second he thought bart was still waiting for the bowl as he hadn’t moved a muscle, bart looked down to his feet as one of the bails rolled and hit and rested against his foot, he turned to look behind him and saw the twisted shape of the wicket, then he looked at nelson, I didn’t even see the ball he said, nelson bellowed, ha ha….what an ass.

Marge had barely got back to her washing when the word “ass” filled her ears, she glowered, he hadn’t paid attention, she knew he hadn’t but know he was mocking her, not only with ignoring her threat of punishment but mentioning her behind, even if it was complimentary, she swivelled on her feet and marched right back, nelson wasn’t even looking at her, he was busy bent over in laughter, was he still mocking her, her anger grew with each step, each foot she neared him. It was bart who noticed her first, he had turned to face nelson from looking behind him, he spoke something then saw her coming, he frowned then realised what had been said to cause her to return. He looked at nelson, he still hadn’t noticed her, she was close, should she grab his arm, his scruff or ear, she didn’t know, she knew though that whatever she did she had to keep authoritative throughout not let him back chat or try to get the better of her, she was having no excuses.

She reached him and grabbed his arm, the laugh instantly stopped to be replaced by a yelp, not of pain but of shock, she pulled and he unsteadily followed, she had got him, and whilst his mind was still confused spoke loudly yet with authority about how his had ignored her threats of punishment and how she like warned would carry them out, it may seem petty but if there was no authority the place would become anarchy. Nelson stumbled behind, still not fully regaining his balance from the initial assault, he was being pulled quite firmly, his body askew to hers so his feet stumbled abut each other until he twisted himself to face the right way, as he did though he was entering the house, right up to the table, his motion carried on as she flung his large frame towards the chair, nelson stopped and for no apparent reason sat and looked at her.

He was lost for words, his mind was still coming to terms what had just happened, his eyes never left hers and neither did she look away, then she turned after a few short moments and walked back to the sink, she rested there and he could see as her shoulders heaved she was breathing heavy and was still quite annoyed. What had he done, he just blankly looked ahead, then he recalled, he said……”ass”….ass, that wasn’t a swear word, well not that he was aware of, it’s a bit over the top, he watched in silence as she slipped out of the house back to the garden and resumed hanging more clothes……nelson blinked. He shook his head, what the….he looked at her, as he watched the thought of what happened took shape in his head. In barts eyes he was a tough kid, bart had just witness his mother yank him back to the house, this so called tough kid, his anger started to swell, nelson gritted his teeth as he imagined what was going through barts head, he was probably out there right now laughing….laughing at him.

He was seething, his fists, balls of clenched meat ready to pound….pound anything, he pictured bart, once he was allowed back outside he was going to tell bart, that if he ever…..ever says anything about that….about what just happened to anyone…..ever….he would receive the best beating of his life. He was embarrassed, she had embarrassed him in front t of her son, he was going to pay…..she was going to pay, eyes narrowed and face angry his eyes moved towards marge, she was finishing what she

was doing and was returning to the house, nelsons eyes bore into her, he was frowning and grimacing the closer she got, as she reached the house her face was also angry as she entered the house looking at him, nelson inwardly smiled though, for an instant her anger flickered that of fear as she had looked at his face, he was used to that look from people who saw him in this mood so he recognised it instantly, even the slightest hint, and she had shown it.

She turned away from him and walked to the sink, it was too late though he thought, she had shown the fear, the seed had been planted, next would be doubt, there was no seed of doubt in nelsons mind though, just anger. Then she moved from the sink back to the back door and stood there with her hands on her hips, she called to bart, don’t you dare young man think of coming up here asking for nelsons forgiveness, or sneaking up to let onto him, just you stay down there, nelson could hear the anger in her voice, bart would probably appreciate it and accept it more, but he didn’t, he had seen the fear. As he stared at her in the door, the glare of the outside blocked with her body, he noticed something. The light, the very bright sunlight was passing through her dress, as she stood there hands on hips chastising her son, legs slightly apart in a stance of authority, nelson could see through the dress to a certain degree, he could definitely make out the shape of her legs and…..her gusset. He smiled, she may have a seed of doubt nelson smiled, but I also have another seed im going to plant into her.

Bart sat beside the tree at the bottom of the garden, he pondered on excuses to tell nelson to save himself a beating, he doubted anything would do, he tossed the ball from one hand to the other, he would stay here until nelson came back out, he wasn’t going to go up to the house in case his mothers wrath decided to prey on him. He looked up, she had moved from the door and he could see her through the window, he couldn’t make out the expression on her face, he didn’t need to know what it was. From he sat position he also didn’t see the form moving up behind his mother, neither did marge, she was completely unaware, until……she was suddenly slammed into the work surface, not with great force but enough for her to grunt and force some of the air from her lungs.

Marge felt herself pinned to the surface, she turned her head automatically to see her assailant, she couldn’t get a full view but what she saw she recognised, nelson she said what the hell are you doing, he pressed her tight, there was no moving, his hands gripped her wrists like a vice, his strength was surprising and frightening she couldn’t wriggle free, his voice when he spoke was full of menace, keep you mouth shut, you embarrassed me, no one embarrasses me, now your going to pay, still she struggled though she knew it was fruitless, she was no match for the boys power, what do you mean embarrassed you, I didn’t embarrass you, you swore and I asked you not to and you ignored me and swore again and I punished you, I said shut your mouth, he squeezed harder and marge yelped in pain, I said you embarrassed me, that’s all you need to know.

The fear marge felt was almost overbearing, she tried to slow her breathing or at this rate she would hyperventilate, she felt her hips beginning to get sore from the pressure being applied from behind, it seemed as if he had started something and now he was unsure where to go as he hadn’t said or done anything for a few minutes, she decided to talk again, what do you want she aid in as calm a voice as she could muster, nelson heard the fear in her voice even though she was trying to mask it, he was unsure, he didn’t know what to do now, well he did but he couldn’t release her without hr trying to get away……..he saw the knives at the side.

His hand moved like lightening and grabbed a knife, a large one, marge saw the hand movements but was too slow to do anything about it, it had all happened so fast, then again she winced and yelped in pain as she felt it press into her side, ohh god she said, please no don’t hurt me, im sorry…..im sorry if I embarrassed you. Too late was his gruff reply, like I said, your gonna pay. With that his hand moved upwards, marge gasped as she felt it slip under her breast and cup it, her hand shot up automatically to move the unwelcome hand but a quick prod from the knife stopped it half way there, nelson she pleaded, stop it done do this, she felt her breast being squeezed and caressed, then she gasped again as she felt the top of her dress pulled down, her breast feeling the air as it popped free from its garments. She closed her eyes as she felt his hand once again caress her, this time her naked breast.

Nelson grinned as he felt the smooth warm soft breast in his hand, he had always wanted to maul this MILF’s tits and he was doing so now, and he wasn’t disappointed, they were still firm, even for her age and the kids she had had, not bad at all, he wondered if the rest would be as good a surprise too, he was going to find out. He tweaked her nipple, bringing it erect, stop it came her voice, I told you he said as he pressed again with the knife to be quiet and I expect you to do as your told, consider this your punishment for embarrassing me. Marge felt the slightly rough fingers rubbing her nipple, rolling it between forefinger and thumb, what could she do, he had a knife and he was too strong, she kept quiet, her eyes opened wide and her mouth dropped as she felt his hand slide from her breast and move quickly downwards, she knew where it was going….ohh god no she thought.

She felt it on her thigh, lower, then she felt the hem of her dress being raised, she closed her legs and tightened them, no, no way was this boy going to touch her there, she felt his fingers glide up her bare thigh, he was being gentle, not rough as she would have expected this sort of thing to be, he was making sure he was enjoying himself, she felt the fingers reach and slide onto the front of her panties, higher, then flip the elastic and felt his fingers slip down the front of her panties, se felt his fingers combing through her pubic hair, then she felt his hand slide between hr thighs, or as far as it could until it met her tightly closed legs, with a voice as calm as you like he simply said, open your legs Mrs simpson.

Nelson couldn’t believe he was doing this, couldn’t believe it at all, he had just had this woman’s breast in his hand, and now his hand was down her pants, yeah it was all forced and he was doing it at knife point, he was probably going to get into a lot of trouble for this, a lot of trouble, but the deed was done, whether he stopped now or continued he was in for it so he might as well go all the way or as far as he could and get as much out of it as he could. His hand felt the springy texture of her pubic hair as it rustled in her pants, it was hot, he wanted to get to her slit, wanted to put his fingers inside her, he, a kid with his fingers inside a woman, but she wasn’t budging.

I don’t care if you have a knife young man her trembling voice said, your not going any further……there was silence behind her, she guessed he was thinking, she had made a stance and now he was probably considering his options, whatever he decided, if she got the chance she was phoning the police, wiggum could have him. Still his fingers pressed to get to her private area and still she resisted, then a shiver ran down her spine as he said calmly, ill plunge this knife deep into you, then before your even fallen to the floor ill plunge it into bart and ill slash him from ear to ear. Marge was numb, she shook uncontrollably, fear ridden….she believed him. She closed her eyes fighting the tears back, she lowered her head in defeat and slowly released her muscles and opened her legs, she sniffed and inhaled sharply as she felt his hand move forward, nooo she whispered as she felt his finger slide along her slit, parting her lips, down, down and in a little, feeling the moistness there, the heat of the day, her body hot and sweaty, his finger slid back, then in a little more, then to her opening, then she bit her lower lip as she felt it slide inside her.

Nelson doubted he could have done what he had just threatened, but he doubted marge would be able to take the risk, the boner he not had twitched as he felt her legs open, he grinned behind her and moved his hand, he found the sought after slit allowing his finger to slide along it, back and forth parting her lips, pressing slightly deeper each time, then he frowned, mouth open in awe as he felt the hot insides of her pussy as he slipped a finger inside her. She was moist, he wanted to feel her wet, he was going to make her wet too, like it or not, he wasn’t behind the door on sex or foreplay he had done it to a few girls, but never a woman, he was now. Marges eyes were closed tight, she tried to block out all feelings, this was an assault, a violation and she had no intentions of letting him even think she was in anyway enjoying it, it was admittedly hard for two main reasons, one homer hadn’t laid a finger on her in weeks and two, he was being so gentle, not rough or quick, it almost seemed to her that he was trying to make her enjoy it instead of him taking enjoyment from it…….he was due some disappointment then.

She kept on repeating to herself as her eyes remained shut, this is a violation this is a violation hoping that and the fear she was feeling would somehow keep her body shut down and not react to his intentions, she tried to get angry as she felt part of herself failing that, she felt her pussy actually becoming more moist, nooo she screamed to herself, noo don’t don’t the anger wouldn’t kick in, the fear was too strong, yet not strong enough to stop the juices flowing, stop it now nelson she said as calmly as she could, you’ve got me back now, im sorry vie said im sorry, nelson barely heard her, he was not with it, he was concentrating on the feelings and sensations his finger was sending to his brain, the warm tight velvety interior of this adult pussy, the walls moist and becoming wetter as he toyed, he was going to get her wet, he was determined, he continued, he knew she was saying something but ignored her.

Ohh god no marge thought this cant be happening, she felt her stomach becoming warm on the insides, felt her thighs beginning random quivers, she opened her eyes and looked at her son, he was still bouncing the ball, awaiting his friend to come out to play…..little did he know he was making his own fun…at his mothers expense. She leaned forward slightly, letting her arms take some of her weight, tears ran down her face,…..she was mouthing no…no… please no, she felt the random quivers becoming more like trembles, felt her stomach muscles tightening then relaxing, ohh god no this cant be happening….stop she whispered to nelson, knowing he wouldn’t, but still asking anyway.

Nelson felt her trembles and smiled, he knew she was fighting him, and he knew she was losing, was there any doubt……no. he continued his fingering, then he slid his wet finger from her rapidly becoming wet pussy and concentrated on the clitoris, her thighs closed slightly, but it was no use, he was already there and he wasn’t going to relinquish what he had, he rubbed gently on the little nub, feeling it slowly becoming erect, no, please he hard her say again……he continued. Marge gritted her teeth, she tried to pull back her muscles but failed, tears flowed down her cheeks and she felt her hips jerk, her body had betrayed her, despite her best efforts she couldn’t stop it, she felt the small trickle from her pussy as he fingered her to an orgasm.

This fact hadn’t got past nelson either, as he had said he wasn’t behind the door, he hoped she was a little more pliant now, he removed his hand from her panties, its mission complete, he slipped the finger into his mouth and tasted her sex, it was arousing, salty and warm, creamy and sweet, he wanted more, turn around he said and get on your knees, marge obeyed, it wasn’t until she had actually done it that one she realised she had and two as she stared at the front of his trousers what was going to happen next, with a resolve and a determined voice she croakily said no way……laughter, you forget he said, slipping the knife under her throat, who is in charge and who id giving the orders,…..marges lips were trembling and her ears were filled with tears though she was trying to hold them back.

I am not going to…..to do that she said, she felt the cold sharp blade press harder on her neck, do what he teased……..she said nothing, come on mrs simpson, say it, what do you think I want………he pressed again…..well he asked, im not…..sucking your dick she said…..oh you are im afraid, marge looked up to him, her eyes pleading, please she said, no more, were evens, you’ve embarrassed me, you’ve had yourself a feel, a touch up, she sniffed and blinked, if…if you stop now I promise I wont tell no one. Nelson looked at her for several seconds, she hoped she had got through to him, hoped it would come to an end, though she still had every intention of reporting him, she saw his face smile….then he mouthed the words to her…….suck my dick.

Marge looked at him, she looked deep into his eyes, she felt her anger rising now as he looked at her smiling, where was this fucking anger when she needed it before, the anger changed her expression, it altered from pleading to a dark glower she grabbed his belt buckle and yanked it to the side releasing it, right she said, right, as she unbuttoned his trousers and took the zipper right ill suck your dick, ill suck your little hard dick for you, you bastard…. She pulled the trousers apart and her head jerked back, startled as the cock fell out, she stared at it, her mouth open still in mid sentence, what fell out wasn’t a little dick, it wasn’t a little dick at all, it was big, very big, comparable to her husbands, if not bigger, and it was thick, it throbbed before her, it was very very hard, like a iron rod, her eyes looked back at nelson, not so small after all he said to her….she was speechless…..now suck it he said.

The anger was gone now, replaced in an instant by the shock, she dumbly stared at the erect proud member before her, suck it he said again, her eyes blinked as if she had come out of a trance, then knowing what she had to do, knowing what she was going to do, she lowered her head and her shoulders also sagged in resignation, her hand took the young hard cock before her, her fingers barely reaching around the shaft such was its thickness, it was hot and very hard, she felt the blood within it thrumming, throbbing with power, her mouth felt dry, she heard her mouth open, she closed her eyes and moved forward, nelsons face stared and saw her head moving slowly as if in slow motion, the mouth open, opening wider, marge could smell the musty scent as she neared, the scent she knew, then she felt the tip touch her lips, she opened wider and accepted it into her mouth, nelson groaned, she heard him groan and felt him stiffen as she slid her mouth around and took what she could inside, before pulling back.

He watched, tears of pleasure now welling in his eyes as he saw his shaft disappear past her lips and into her mouth, her warm mouth, he could feel the teeth brushing his shaft, tingling his cock, he groaned openly with pleasure, his body stiffening, he felt like he could blow right there into her mouth, fill her throat with his cum, make her gag for air…….he didn’t though, he simply took a hand full of her blue hair and guided her back and forth onto his cock. Marge felt it fill her mouth, she hadn’t put much in and it filled her, too big….too big for such a young boy but there it was before her, proof but she still thought it too big for one so young.

Normally, marge when having oral sex would cup and tickle homers balls, she considered herself pretty good at it, on the rare occasions she gave it, she really got into it and gave it her all, this obviously was different, she tried to act emotionless, just moving her head back and forth onto it, if truth be known, and she felt pangs of guilt for admitting it to herself, it felt good in her mouth, very good, she felt her pussy juices flowing, she hated herself for it, but it was happening, she couldn’t help her feelings, she was just recognising them, nelson didn’t seem to notice or mind she was merely playing it out, bobbing back and forth on his cock, he was enjoying it, she was doing as she was told……ohh yeah she heard him say…..then she felt him quiver, perhaps she thought, perhaps if she did get into it, really give him a proper blow job, make him cum, then it could be over, the alternative would be to continue….forced into doing things, she knew he would finally try to fuck her……she couldn’t let him, she would never be able to live with herself knowing a child fucked her, perhaps she should do it and wipe it from her mind….again she felt the tremble, before she had time to make up her mind though he pulled out of her.

My turn was all he said, with the blade still under her chin on her neck he told her to stand, enough she said, nelson this really has gone far enough…..I was telling the truth when I said I would tell no one, he smiled and said slowly, accentuating each word….I…said….stand….up, marges bottom lips quivered as she again fought back tears knowing she was getting nowhere arguing with him, she stood, head bowed and sniffing as she fought back the tears, his hand rested on her stomach and he walked forward, pressing her back, she took one then two steps before the work surface again stopped her, he showed her the blade as he slipped onto his knees, don’t forget about this he said and the damage this could do, she looked at him, then the blade, then back at him, before she saw her dress rise and him disappear beneath it, she closed hr eyes as she felt her legs being prized open.

She pressed the flat of her hands on the work surface behind her, she felt his hot breath on her inner thighs, his hands gliding up, his tongue licking her skin, she closed her eyes, she could feel the moistness, no wetness between her legs, he body was reacting, reacting to his touch, against her will, she wanted to control her reactions to that of none, but her body defied her will and responded as if she was with homer, homer rarely did what she knew nelson was about to do, he wasn’t all that keen on it where as marge really enjoyed it, she was so sensitive down there especially to a tongue, she felt nelsons hands glide up her thighs, then onto her hips, her eyes opened as she felt her panties being pulled down, she shifted quickly, her hands darting to her sides to stop him, not only was she to slow, all her fingers grasped was he dress, she wouldn’t have been able to stop him anyway, they she inhaled sharply as she felt his tongue slip between her lips, up and into her slit, the tip prizing her apart, then slipping inside.

Nelson could smell her, smell her sex the closer he got, his cock throbbed, he wanted this pussy in his mouth now, he wanted to devour her, taste he, eat her, he wanted no hindrances with her pants so he slipped them down, he felt hr shift and try to stop him, to no avail, they were already down to her knees, he felt her pubic hair tickle his nose, then he slipped out his tongue and tasted her, is heart raced, he was on cloud nine, he had savoured the taste earlier on his fingers but that was nothing compared to no, he presed his face in, wanting more and taking it, her pussy opened up for him and he pushed his tongue in as deep as it would go, and licked and sucked for all he was worth. He sucked her erect clitoris into his mouth and rubbed the flat of his tongue over and over it, he felt her thighs trembling , he sucked, he felt her hips quivering, he continued, she was his now, slowly the quivering became a jerking, he knew she was close, he was close to bringing marge, barts mother, this adult woman to an orgasm.

Marges mouth opened and she suppressed a gasp, she mouthed “Oh my god” it was so good, it felt so very good, he mind was telling her it wasn’t good, it was bad, he was assaulting her for christ sake, but her body was telling her otherwise her hands gripped the work surface, he head lolled back, she tried to fight but it was no good, the sensations sweeping through her body, the warm feeling in her stomach, no, no, no she whispered, she was coming, this child was bringing her to an orgasm and she felt, she knew it was going to be a powerful one, she gritted her teeth, she was losing the battle, she whimpered, then let out a gasp, her legs buckled slightly and she groaned as she felt her orgasm rush and flow out, she felt the juices pour freely from hr pussy and still he sucked and licked.

She felt his tongue slip and dart rapidly in and out of her, lapping up the orgasm juices she had just released, her mind was in a turmoil, she felt the room spin slightly, she was light headed, it was powerful and he hadn’t stopped there, she felt the second start to grow aleady, never, never had she wanted to cum for a second time so quickly and here it was happening to her now, she bit her lower lips, she was panting, breathing heavily and quickly through her nose, she leaned as best she could on the work surface, it was rushing towards her now, she couldn’t stop it, she didn’t want to stop it, her eyes rolled up, she reached down with her hand and grabbed between her legs, holding his head as it pressed between her thighs, ohh she moaned outloud as the second orgasm flowed. Nelson felt her hand on the back on his head, pushing him in deeper to her through her dress, he heard her moan and again felt the spurts of warm juices as she came onto his face yet again.

He moved, he couldn’t wait no longer, he had to fuck her, he needed to. Marge, he eyes still looking up, her mouth open, her mind still in extacy still reeling from the latest orgasm felt her weight give and her legs buckle once more as nelson moved, she was gasping now, her forarms, flat on the work surface the only thing keeping her from crashing down to the hard tiled kitchen floor, she felt, rather than saw his arms around hr waist, turning her, she turned, she knew what was coming, the window came into view as she face the opposite way, her arms still holding her quivering body from falling, a pang of guilt entered her mind as she saw bart still waiting for nelson, unaware of hat he was about to do to his mother. She smiled a little as she felt her dress raise for the second time, felt him rest it on her arched back and butt, her panties around her knees, exposing her most secret of places to him, then she felt them slip to her ankles and felt his remove them, she didn’t resist.

Nelson was tingling from head to toe, aching to stick his cock in her wet hole, he was almost laughing as he rasied her dress and saw her panties around her knees, he would have to rid himself of that obsticle he thought, which he promptly did with no reaction from her, he stood and the site of her naked bare butt bent out towards him, her pussy wet glistening and gaping open revealing the dark flesh inside almost made him spurt there and then, he had seen such sights in magazines, but never for real, no like this anyway…..no of one so grown up. He stepped forward, his cock in his hand, he moved between her open legs and pressed the tip of his cock onto her lips, they parted easily he watched the tip of his cock partially enter her, they both gasped together, he placed his hands on her butt and raised to his tip toes, he moaned again as a little entered, that was it though, just a little, he was too small to really penetrate her as he wanted to, he opened his mouth to speak, to tell her to lower, then it happened, he gasped, his eyes closed as he felt her lower herself onto his hard cock, her wet pussy eveloping him……without being asked, of her own accord, nelson pushed in deeper.

Marge felt the tip touch then press between her tingling lips, then a little more, she couldn’t supress the moans anymore, she didn’t want to, she moaned with pleasure as a little of his cock entered her, it was gorgeous, the powerful feeling cock so close, she wanted it now and she was going to have it, she lowered herself down, feeling every thick inch slide in, each ripple of his shaft coursing pleasure through her, then she felt him push deeper, she groaned, it filled her, all of her insides were full of this enormous cock, it stretched her, but not pain was involved jyust pure pleasure……..and lust.

Like an animal, and with youth and energy on his side, she felt him rapidly ram his cock into her waiting and wanting pussy, she heard the slaps of their skin filling the kitchen as each thrust was forced home, she was arched down low enough for him, the position also allowed maximum penetration and christ could she feel it, she gripped the work surface, and grunted, felt her breasts bouncing back and forth to the rhythym of his pumps, she had not felt this good, or felt a cock this hard in her for many a year, in effect she was being raped, but it felt so very very good. Good as it was, she knew it would be over soon, too soon, she wanted to savour it, and at her pace too, with a little regret, she stood feeling and hearing it wetly fall from her, she turned to see a sweaty and surprised nelson, he was gasping for air, his cheeks red and had a huge grin on his face, lie down she spoke to him, softly, no demands just a request, he obeyed, she straddled him.

She reached under herself and took the wet sticky shaft in her hand, her other reached out and as she touched the knife she looked at him and said you wont be needing this no more, which he willingly released, she placed it on the floor beside her, then lowered herself once again onto the still ready, still eager hard cock. This time at her own pace, she allowed it to fully penetrate her, gof…it was big, it was freakish on one so young and small, ok for his age he was large, but….this cock still looked out of place on him, it needed to be on a man, a big man, but right know she was glad it wasn’t glad it was inside her.

Nelson couldn’t believe it, not only was he fucking, he was fucking an experienced pussy, an experienced woman, his cock was inside her, with the added built up thrill of him touching her up, arousing her, making her come, several times now she was wanting to fuck him, was it a dream, was he going to wake up, he felt the wet velvety flesh of her insides around him again, she was much more in control than he had been, she raised and lowered herself with more composure onto his cock, gliding up and down him, he looked at her face, she was enjoying it, enjoying him to the full, he reached up and caressed her breasts, there was no resistance, she let him, he felt her hard nipples through the dress, he slipped the dress down, she let him, she didn’t stop him or try to, he watched as both breasts spilled over into view, the night large dark nipples, god, she was like his lover, this had to be a dream…..had to be, but it was so real if it was, the breasts now in his hands being caressed and squeezed certainly didn’t feel like a dream.

He felt her motions quickening,felt her vagina contracting and releasing around him, he couldn’t take much more, she also, from the look on her face, from the moans she was making was close, he had to have her again from behind, his body screamed to increase speed, he needed to grab her, pump himself into her roughly, he yearned this, and was going to have it, with a strenghth he didn’t know he possessed, he rolled over, taking marge with him, he slipped wetly from her again, he brought he up so she was on all fours before him, again he slid into the waiting wet slit, with an energy all pent, his anger, frustration desire and lust he forced himself abck and forth into her, he felt as if his orgasm refused to come, it built slow, he wanted to release but his body wouldn’t allow it.

Marge, her head on the tiled floor ahd already come, he had felt it, heard it spurting from around his shaft, escaping from her lips, the vaccume of her pussy not able to hold the force of her juices, she was writing below him, moaning like a woman possessed, and yet he still pumped, sweat poured from his brow, his body ached, his stomach felt like it was getting cramps then he felt it surge, it rushed, his entire being overwhelmed he groaned and roared and slammed his cock into her again, he felt his cock explode, the cream gush forth like it had never before, marge gapsed in surprise, it filled her, overfilled her, she felt it oozing from her, spasmodic pumps followed as nelson released the remaining spurts from his balls, still deep inside her, he collapsed onto her back, she, fell to the floor, exhausted, panting for breath, never, never had she been fucked so hard, so well in all her life, she hadn’t had many men in truth but none had compared, even came close……and he wasn’t a man…..he had been a boy…a child.

Several minutes passed, arms aching, limbs aching, there bodies muscles screaming, they pulled themselves up, marge sat on the floor, her legs pulled up to her, she looked at nelson, he was sat also, his legs folded back beside him, his cock now, dripping and soaked with a mixture of both their bodily fluids hung limp and spent, but still a sight to behold……she sighed and said, where did you learn how to do it like that, he managed a laugh, I didn’t know I could, he laughed again, he raised his tired arm and offerd her her panties which were crumpled in his fist, I think you’ll want these, she looked and replied with a laugh of her own, nelson saw one more time that day her snatch of blue pubic hair as she pulled them up into place, I’ll have to use the loo she said, its dripping out everywhere, how much did you pump in there, he looked at her without a clue, raising his shoulders, beats me he said, but I feel like it was everything I had, ill say she replied.

Neslon now stood and dressed but still looking spent, was about to go back outside when marge turned from the kitchen door she was about to go through, nelson she called, he stopped and turned around and looked at her, in a light he hadn’t seen her in before, yes he said, I hope your going to come around here again with bart she said, and I hope your going to use foul language, she smiled and winked and turned to go to the bathroom, he grinned, if I get that kind of punishment he said, ill be around here everyday swearing my head off he thought, I have a full repotoir of swear words I can use and use hem I will, he turned and walked back into the garden, he had no interest or desire to play cricket now, his mind was full of more adult, erotic images, he looked at bart, bart my friend he thought, your going to become one of my very best friends…..whilst im fucking your mother anyway……I wonder he added, does Milhouse’s mother have punishments…..his childhood and teenyears ahead didn’t now seem to be as dreary as he thought they may be.