Simpsons Porn Story: The watch.

The watch.

Bart rummage around in his grandpa’s loft. It was very musky and quite damp, but there were loads of things to search through and odd things to look at, his old clothes were strange, why he even kept them was un known but he had and bart surmised this was where the musky smell was coming from. Boxes and boxes of junk were strewn all around, no particular order, or one bart could not see just randomly cast aside. Something caught barts attention, instead of the cardboard boxes was a little wooden chest, it was hidden beneath several boxes and bart had been lucky to see it. He moved the boxes from atop of it and sat as he pulled the box towards him, it wasn’t heavy but held far more interest than the other boxes had up until now.

The box was dirty around the sides, dust was on the top, but with it being hidden beneath the cardboard boxes not as bad, it simply brushed off. There was no insignia or markings to be seen as bart brushed away the dust, just a plain and simple wooden box, bart slipped the clasp at the front and the box opened, there was a little squeaky resistance but apart from that, it opened quite easily. Inside were small folded pieces of paper, which when opened were notes and letters in scrawled hand writing and obviously done with a quill as opposed to a pen, bart didn’t read them he simply folded them back up and dropped them to his side. There was a couple of old yellowish photo’s bart recognised no-one, he flicked through them anyway then placed them with the notes, there under a piece of cloth was a velvet type back, inside felt something small and hard, bart picked it up and opened it, the cord which tied the bag gave easily and the bag opened.

Bart turned the bag, opened his hand and gently shook out the object, it was a circular silver domed object, it had a hinge at the back, bart felt the front and there was a slim piece of steel barely stuck out at the front, bart pressed the steel, sure enough as bart had guessed, hoped it turned out to be a button. The mechanism though old worked perfectly and the domed lid opened. Bart had guessed it to be a broach but he had been wrong, on moving the domed lid upwards bart smiled as he saw the watch. It fitted snugly in his hand. The face was white and the numbers were in roman numerals, well the 12, 3, 6 and 9 were, the inner numbers were represented by a simple dot. Not to dissimilar to watches around today, but this one just felt old, and its outer case looked old. There was no way of knowing how old the piece was or how long it had been up here but by the look of the box it had come in, the dust content and squeaky hinges bart guessed some time.

That was the most surprising and impressive part of the find, the watch was still moving and bart roughly assessed that the time was….right. As on today’s watches, at the side was a small wheel, bart knew this to be the device which wound up the watch, he carefully wound the watch feeling the insides move, the spring being taught and he felt the soft tick from the watch in his palm. For some reason, though he hadn’t been told or taught, or from what he could remember, he wound the wheel only a few times, seemingly knowing too much would damage its insides. As he was about to close the lid he noticed on top of the watch a button, he twisted the watch and sure enough atop of the casing was a button, bart pressed it.

The workings of the watched stopped, he felt it and heard it fall silent in his hand, wincing as he thought he had broken it already bart pressed the button again, the workings restarted, phew bart thought, it must be some sort of stop watch he assumed but how you kept track of the lost time he was unsure. There was no other device on the watch which when the button had been pressed began, showing time elapsed or anything, if this was a stop watch it was an odd one.

Bart pocketed the watch and carried on sifting through the junk, he decided to ask his grandpa when he had finished rummaging. Bart must have spent a further hour in the loft but nothing of interest was found and after coming down the ladder which led to the loft, pushing it back up inside and watching the hatch close in one fluid motion bart walked out into the back garden. John, barts grandfathers neighbour was pushing the lawn mower over the lawn, he seemed to do this for his grandfather regularly though bart knew there was no money given his grandfather had none, john must just do it out of kindness, or didn’t like untidy gardens, he didn’t know or to be honest care why.

Bart walked over to the large tree at the rear of the garden, the ground around it was slightly raised, bart sat on the raised ground and leaned against the thick old trunk, the sun came down and warmed him, the fresh air cleansing the smell of the musky loft away, bart felt the watch in his pocket, he had forgotten about that. Perhaps bart thought the second finger on the watch continued when the top button was pressed, no he thought as he recalled the watch seemingly stop in his hand and recalled no motion of any kind. Bart retook the watch from his pocket, he had to move himself to the side to do so. The watch shone in the sunlight.

Bart opened again the domed lid, the watch looked nearly new, not a marking on it face or fading of white on the dial, again he pressed the button, sure enough the watch fell silent in his hand, and the second hand stopped it sweeping action, bart frowned how could this be a stop watch, he pulled up his knees and rested his head on his chin. It was then he noticed, john was in the middle of the garden, motionless. Bart frowned, he looked odd, he was just stood there looking ahead with his hands on the mower, he wasn’t doing anything, what was he looking at, then barts eyes opened in shock, the birds in the sky were……just there, not flapping or moving just there as if placed, as if hung there on unseen hooks…….no he thought, impossible.

But it must have been possible because it was there right before his eyes, bart, his hands shaking moved the watch into his palm and his index finger hovered over the button, he pressed, instantly john was mowing and the birds were flying, barts mouth dropped. He pressed the button again and as before everything became still….everything, no wind no sounds nothing it was if time had stood still. Bart pressed the button again and clasped the watch shut tightly, his hand gripped the watch as if it was his very life, he slammed it into his pocket. His mind a whirl bart just sat there staring.

What could he use this watch for, anything h thought if I wanted something I just took it who could stop him, no one. All was his if he so required, never once did it occur to him the dangers of such a device, what it was doing to the environment, the planet the very fabric of time itself, that thought didn’t enter his head, well he was only 10, why would it. Would over use break it, he didn’t want to break it, not something this valuable this precious, what if it broke when he had stopped everything, he would be alone forever these things did cross his mind, briefly, the main thought….what did he want.

He stood, walked out of the garden and down the street, his eyes flashed from left to right, what did he want, a car, if he desired, he couldn’t drive so that little present would have to be in the future. Money, he didn’t need it anymore, he could just take, he walked wondering, the sun beating down on him, bart had thought over this last few minutes more than he had ever thought before. He saw the quick-e-mart, I fancy a drink he thought, he walked in. Apu stood behind the counter with his young wife Manjula, they both looked a little surprised and jumped when he entered, Bart had already flipped open the watch in his pocket as he entered, he had spied them both standing there and he wanted to see them both freeze as he pressed the button.

The surprised look was still on Apu’s face when bart pressed the button, nothing out of the ordinary like a flash of light or sizzle sound or anything, they simply froze. Bart smiled, what do I fancy, he looked at the rows of cakes and candy and decided on a chocolate bun, he opened it and tasted it, it tasted ok but a little different he wondered if the frozen time had something to do with it, he didn’t care, he wolfed it down. His throat a little dry after the bun, a nice ice drink he thought, the biggest, he skipped around the counter, a place he had never been before and a place Apu deemed his own, no-one was allowed behind here, as in customers, bart took one of the large cups from under the counter near Apu’s thigh and started to turn to the machine he then saw why Apu and Manjula had jumped.

There, placed firmly on her behind was his hand, and not just placed there either, bart could tell his fingers were pressed in, he was touching her pussy from behind, he smiled the dirty bugger, in the shop, in daylight probably while people were walking by he was touching his wife up, kinky get. Manjula was stood to Apu’s left, his left hand the guilty one, bart stood next to manuals left, he leaned back against the counter and looked at her face, she was defiantly flushed, was it because bart had walked in or and he smiled was it for other reasons. Bart was not dumb with the adult acts, he had never done them obviously, well for real, he and Lisa had played around but……

He wondered, he slipped his left hand down and found the hem of her skirt, underneath was a smooth thigh, barts hand slowly slid up, as he did he felt the beginnings of a hard on between his thighs, higher and higher his hand slid until he touched the side of her panties, barts cock was quite stiff now, it didn’t take him long to get a stiffy. He turned his hand and allowed it to caress over the front of her panties, he could feel the small pubic hairs beneath crinkle together. He turned his hand again and slid it down between her thighs, they were open slightly, apparently she was just as kinky as her husband, her gusset filled his palm, he cupped it, he could feel Apu’s finger pressing through from the back bart judged between her pussy and ass. Good he thought, there was nothing blocking his way.

Her lips felt full and soft beneath the thin cotton material, he could only wonder what lay beneath, its feel and texture, he would be wondering no more in a few seconds…. He would be experiencing. Bart moved his hand back up to the top of her panties and slipped his hand inside, his fingers were met by Manjula’s pubic hair, probably dark black he thought, perhaps he would look presently, he wanted other things first. Lower his hand slid until it met the waiting lips, they were as soft as he had imagined when he had cupped them, his finger slipped between them, she was wet, bart grinned, we are a kinky lady he said out loud. He heard the wet squelches as his finger slid back and forth inside her lips, the wet warm smooth interior of her inner labia made bars cock tremble and twitch. He finger slid further between her lips until it encountered the deep wet hole of her pussy, bart felt ape’s fingers, he delved in, his finger all the way in as far as it would go, he was very wet and very warm here, his finger lubricated by her juices, he slipped it in and out, wanting to feel her tremble, but there was nothing, he slipped his finger out and moved it to her clitoris, he rubbed, it just seemed to come naturally to him what to do, there was a lot to be thanked for he said reading dads playdude stories, pretty graphic they were and informative.

After a few minutes, bart wasn’t getting bored but there was something missing, he knew it to be her non responsiveness, which was hardly surprising really. Bart slipped his fingers from her pussy and his hand out of her panties, he had a sudden urge, he tasted his fingers, he was shocked at the taste, slimy yet provocative addictive almost, he sucked his fingers dry, then raised her skirt completely, tucking it into itself so it remained there exposing her smooth dark shapely thighs and small white panties, he took the side of her panties and pulled, he smiled yes he said, deep black, jet black curls intertwined peered back, he looked at her lips, open, and her deep red flesh between, wet and glistening with juices, he parted them, the full insides of her red pussy exposed to him.

Bart growled with pleasure at the sight before him, his cock throbbed, he smiled and looked about, there just in front of him were a stack of packs of coke ready to be emptied onto the shelves, he moved forward and lifted one, he brought it back and placed it in front of Manjula, there was just enough room, he did this three times till he guessed it was about the right height, he then slipped onto the pile of tins he had just placed there, there was just enough room to get between her and the counter, bart, just below eye level wit her, smiled, he placed both his hands on her firm breasts and squeezed, nice he said out loud, he zipped his fly down and removed his throbbing hard cock, he looked at Apu, hey he whispered, you carry on serving, im just going to fuck your wife, bart giggled.

Carefully he directed his helmet towards her parted lips, as he touched he felt a shiver run through his body, he watched as he pressed in, her lips part and give, he watched his cock disappear as it slipped into her. Bart gasped when it was fully in, he opened his eyes, he was right near her, his cock deep in her wet black hole, he smiled and took her breasts again, and began to pump, having to raised himself slightly onto his tip toes, the feeling was like nothing he had ever felt before, Jesus he said to himself, he squeezed her breasts as he thrust harder and harder, faster and faster until feeling the warmth and quivering in his stomach explode, he felt his semen spurt out of his cock into Manjula’s pussy.

Bart gasped and panted for breath, he had barely been at it five minutes and he was exhausted, he chuckled uncontrollably, he slipped his cock out and smiled as it wetly left her, he looked down and lowered himself getting a very close up view. Her lips were still open, the aromatic smell was strong and seductive, then he saw the white dribbles of his cum as it began to flow from her open pussy. Bart grinned and slipped her panties back. He lowered her dress and replaced the coke, he couldn’t wait to see the look on her face when he pressed the button, all that extra wetness.

He stood where he guessed he had been originally when he had first walked in the shop and pressed the button, Apu and is wife continued there surprised look then instantly apus face changed to calm can I help you bart he said in his thick foreign accent, Manjula on the other hand had begun to calm and smile and she suddenly stopped, another expression came onto her face, the shocked expression she initially had but more severe, bart smiled and walked up to the counter staring at her I was just going to browse he said, the expression then changed to worried, as she must be feeling all the warm come inside her pussy, only thinking it to be something else, something caused by Apu’s messing. She suddenly leaned forward and rested on the counter, bart said are you alright, y…y..yes im fine she said. Apu I am going in the back and with that she was gone, bart watched her hurry off, she was definitely holding her crutch. I’ve changed my mind he said looking at Apu I don’t require anything I’ve had what I wanted and im satisfied, apu frowned. Barts smiled and walked out of he quick e mart.

Bart began walking, no where in particular whilst he walked all he could think of were the images in the quick e mart, the feel of her smooth thighs, his hand slipping in her panties and her soft curls of pubic hair, the blackness of it as he had moved her panties to the side, the feel of her wet pussy, his cock inside her and finally shooting his cream into her…..the images played over and over in his mind. He felt another hard on between his legs as he walked, felt the stickiness of his cock why it was sticky, before he knew it he was entering his own house. It was quiet, he hadn’t noticed his fathers car on the drive, he should do things to his dad, move things, screw with his mind, that would be a giggle. He saw Maggie in her high chair, well at least moms home he thought, he wondered if Lisa would be at home, but he doubted he would believe him, he couldn’t even show her because as soon as he would press the button to activate the device as a test for her, an example, she would freeze, it was something only he could ever know about.

He walked around the house looking for Lisa, she could be upstairs, after a quick look he knew she wasn’t there, then he saw the bath room door open, perhaps she was in there, he peered through, no Lisa, his mom was bent over the bath, cleaning equipment by her side, obviously tidying the bathroom, she was humming to herself as she cleaned, her butt wiggled as she wiped the bath, bart stared at her, his eyes drawn to her butt, he felt the erection between his thighs………and wondered. His hand slipped into his pocket and he flipped open the watch, what are you doing he said to himself, its your mom, why are these thoughts even here, who would know he replied to himself, he pressed the button, the humming stopped and so did the wiggle, but her firm curvy butt stayed there, bart walked in and over to her.

As before when he had leaned against the counter, this time he leaned against the bath and looked at his mom, he couldn’t really get a look at her face as she was bent and buried in the bath cleaning, he could however see right down her dress, her white bra joined between her cleavage, her twin yellow mounds held by the soft lacy material, bart smiled and slipped a hand inside her dress and bra, her breast was warm and smooth, the nipple rough and inert, bart flicked his thumb over the nipple, as he had expected there was no reaction, why would there be, he gently squeezed her breast, moulding it to the shape of his closed hand, his mothers breasts felt the same as Manjula’s if not a little smaller, bart felt as if his hand had covered more of his mothers breast, in effect held more as they were smaller.

He didn’t mind, they were cute, he felt the rough inert nipple, still quite large though, larger than Manjula’s. barts free slid up to his crutch, he could feel the hardness beneath, still sticky with Manjula’s juices he knew he was going to add his mothers vaginal juices too. Still holding her breast with his left hand bart turned and faced her, his right hand resting on her arched back, he slid down to her butt, the dress tight as she bent allowed him to appreciate the curve, it was still firm yet soft as he squeezed it, he felt the ridges of her cheeks meet and slid his hand fingers downwards towards her thighs, he felt her pussy between her thighs as he did so.

Bart slid his hand lower, feeling the contour of her butt dip as it met her upper thigh, his mother he thought for her age was still firm and very shapely. A few seconds of caressing her thigh and butt and bart carried on sliding his hand, lower and lower until it reached the hem of her dress. Sliding underneath it made its way back up, her skin soft to the touch and warm, his cock tingled with anticipation of what lay ahead. Higher and higher his hand slid up his mothers skirt, he bare smooth legs sending electric sensations through his young body, taboo thoughts through his mind.

He reached her butt again, and as he knew it was firm, very firm, he slipped his fingers over to the centre, searching for and finding the small oval piece of material which was her gusset, which held neatly her lips, barts heart raced, his fingers ran gently over the ridges of the lips, feeling the puffy flesh beneath. Bart wanted to look, he slipped his left hand from her dress and moved behind her, his heart beating wildly in his chest he stared at her, he smiled as he took her dress and lifted it, right up and over her back exposing everything to him. He stepped back and smiled admiring the view before him, his mothers shapely legs, her firm round butt, and the white cotton panties, the oval shape containing her lips, he could wait no more, in a flash he reached out and slipped them down until they rested around her ankles, he looked up and grinned at the beautiful sight before him. Her two yellow lips closed, perfectly identical, like two small buns atop each other, bart stepped closer and placed his nose close to his mothers pussy and inhaled.

The scent was that of clean skin, freshly bathed, it was sweet and he yearned to taste it, his mother was hair free, completely bald on her lips, but he could see wisps of hairs beneath, sporting a Brazilian, very nice, his hands rested on each buttock, and his thumbs rested on each lip. He gently pressed feeling the flesh give, then he parted them exposing her pink moist insides, the musky smell was familiar to Manjula’s, but her pussy was pinker, without even thinking bart pressed his face in, slipping his tongue into and between her lips, the taste was similar, a little less salty, the flavour just as invigorating, again, as his tongue slipped deep into her pussy the flavour became stronger, bart caressed her buttocks as his tongue delved in and out.

He wished he could hear her moan with pleasure as he licked her out, wanted to feel her body writhe in rhythm with his tongue, he knew this could never be, slowly he slipped his zipper down and released his hard cock, he pulled at the skin, slowly jerking himself off as he licked, feeling her two warm soft puffy lips either side of his mouth, heard the wet squelches as his tongue slipped in and out. He groaned, then stood, he looked at her now we and open pussy, the pink skin glistening with his salvia. This time he needed no stacks to reach, his mother was already in the perfect position for him.

He guided his cock to the two open wet and waiting lips, felt the same tingle run through his body as their bodies touched, he moaned as he pushed slowly further, feeling her lips give, open and begin to accept him, feeling her vaginal opening, firmer, offering more resistance, but not enough to stop, he grabbed her hips and pushed until he had fully penetrated her, his mouth opened and he gasped, his eyes fluttering, god, she feels good he said out loud, tight and accommodating, he felt her pussy wrapping around his thick shaft, like a glove so perfect was the fit. He looked down as he pulled back, seeing the glistening spit he had recently put there on his shaft, watching her lips pull back to him and away from her as he pulled out. Yeah it was good, really good, far better, much better than Manjula but he suspected it was because it was his mother.

Bart with a control beyond his years eased in and out of her, there seemed a kind of experience about him know, he didn’t want to simply cum in her, he didn’t simply want to fuck her, he wanted to make love to her, though she couldn’t offer any back in return. He felt his body rock back and forth with each thrust, felt her tight pussy around his shaft, he closed his eyes savouring every sensation and second, every sound which filled his ears. His thrusts became more purposeful, harder and harder he began to thrust, faster and faster he began to fuck her. Yes yes yes he said, oh god, he sighed and began panting, he knew he wasn’t far off now, aghh he grunted, oh mom oh mom, bart thrust deeply and powerfully, suddenly with one last powerful thrust he buried his cock deep into her and felt his little body jerk and quiver as his hot creamy spunk entered her and filled her pussy.

Sweating and panting, his body still tense, he lowered his self a little, he felt his cock slide out, then as he moved a little more, felt it completely slip out, he heard tiny splats of cum hit the floor, his eyes still closed he listened closely as the tiny splats became larger splats as the cum he had just spurted into his mother began oozing back out. He looked over to the mirror to his right, he could see his mothers body bent over the bath, her head almost hidden as she cleaned the bottom, her legs bare, her dress on top at her lower back, and himself, stood behind her, his now limp cock still very visible, he smiled, this is going to go on for a very long time he thought.