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Simpsons Porn Story: Barts drunken treat

Simpsons Porn Story: Barts drunken treat

Barts drunken treat

The party at moe’s had been going on for a good few hours now. Homer and marge had gone fully intending to have a good time as they hadn’t been out with each other on a night out for far too long. The kids would be picked up on the way back home from Thelma’s but tonight, they were letting their hair down, not that that was an expression homer used. Moe in a rare moment of kindness announced he was having a free night of beer and music to celebrate owner ship of the tavern for 20 years, only the select few were invited and he promised to spruce the palce up for the ladies. He had indeed done a good job, he hadn’t spared on the booe or food and the music suited all types though the majority were all about there age. Marge was surprised at homer, he didn’t go off any get drunk straight away as she had feared, he stayed with her the whole night, laughed danced and were merry as it wer. He introduced her to his friends, which is were she noticed he was getting tipsy, as the friends he introduced her to……..she knew. But she didn’t care, she didn’t get embarrassed as she was tipsy too.

More dancing and laughing and soon hom er and marge were fully drunk, they had hoped to stay relatively sober as they had the kids to look after, but they were having such a good time they couldn’t help themselves, marge had suggested she talk to Selma and persuade her to have the kids over night, she had a good idea she would as she did enjoy the kids, not that she showed it, she had an image to keep. Homer sweating a little decided to have a seat at the bar and thank moe for this good bash he had layed on, moe seemed to appreciate homer and thanked him greatly. Barny who never refused a drink, especially a free one had been warned by moe that ladies could be present and he was to be on his best behavour, and he had been, he looked smelt and acted impeccably.

As the evening drew to a close and the lights went dim, the last song and last dance was meant for the lovers, homer had swept marge into his arms hand they had danced through the song with marge looking lovingly into his eyes, they kissed as the song drew to a close and hugged each other just as the lights came on. Moe took centre stage and thanked everyone for coming and wished them all a safe journey, he reminded them he would be open tomorrow usual time and……he smiled and said the price will be back on, every one laughed.

Marge and homer began the walk home, they were both unsteady and the cool night air should refresh them some, they hoped. Homer was a little hic-uppy and even after one of his renown belches couldn’t rid it. By the time they reached selmas it had subsided somewhat but still he had a little trouble with it.inside Selma offered homer a drink and he accepted it, he drank the water and it worked, hic-ups gone.marge took Selma to the side and asked if she wouldn’t mind having them overnight as they had drank a little more than they expected, Selma laughed I expected as much to be honest. To be honest, maggie is already asleep and lisa went up about half an hour or so ago so it would be unfare to wake them now, bart….. Well bart is bart and he is still full of life watching tv.

Marge thanked Selma and went to see bart to tell him of the new arrangements, bart was less than happy, in fact he kicked up a fuss, he would love to have stayed the night he had saif looking at Selma but milhouse was due round first thing as they had organised a bike trip and an adventure and he was coming round quite early. Ok ok sweetie marge said, we’ll take you home, bart smiled and thanked his mother. But she said, I think by the time were getting there you will probably be helping me carry your dad or you carrying us both, we have had a bit to drink….. No problemo bart said, and thanks mom.

The three of them walked home, bart behind them, they were walking slow enough as it was, he had no intentions of losing them and not being able to get in, he watched them stagger as they walked, it was the first time he had seen his mother this drunk, though his father it was near enough the norm. they had held hands at first, but this had proved difficult after a few minutes with there staggering in different directions, so they linked arms, this was more difficult as they were nearly tripping each other up, so finally they decided marge would put her arm around homer and walk slightly askew leaning on him, and him slightly on her, it wasn’t perfect but it seemed to do the trick for them.

They arrived home, marge removed the keys from her bag, but for the life of her couldn’t get the key into the door, she giggled and passed it to homer, he managed…barely, inside the house was warm, all but the hall lights were off, As they entered the house they closed the door nearly shutting bart out, they had forgotten he was with them, nice he thought as he slipped through the closing door as only an agile child could. Inside bart picked up the key homer had dropped and turned to lock the door, good job I was here he thought, why the hell didn’t dad do this, as he turned he saw why.

Homer had marge pressed up against the wall and they were kissing passionately, barts jaw dropped and his eyes were wide with shock, he had seen the kiss before but NEVER like this. Bart gulped and he had to look away with a slight tinge of embaresment as he saw his dads hand slide uo his mothers side and then cup and caress her breast. Jesus he thought, they have forgotten im here, curiosity got the better of bart and he looked again, homers hand was really rubbing his moms tit and to the point of becoming rough but from the sound of her, she seemed to be liking it. Just then bart saw his fathers hand slip down and start to pull his mothers dress up, no no no he thought ive seen too much, he coughed, that was all the noise needed to stop them, they spluttered and separated immediately, bart they both said, confirming his suspicions, we thought you were at Selma’s…….bart walked behind them to the stairs…..apparently he said.

As he reached the bottom of the stairs, he turned and faced them, they were both now a good two feet apart and looking a little sheepishly at him, he motioned his arm towards the stairs, offering them both, they both seemd to understand and like two naughty children with there heads bowed walked, or rather staggered towards him, one ata time I think in your condition he said we don’t want an accident, come on dad. Homer followed, took a grip of the banister, bart slipped an arm round him and they both made there way upstairs, if…bart thought he slips there is no way in this world I can hold him and we will be going for a long fall, they didn’t however, bart was amazed when they reached the top of the stairs unscathed.

He guided his father to his bedroom and guided him towards the bed, homer sat at the foot of the bed, bart said a little disgustedly, get undressed homer and get in bed. Bart got a humph as he turned, ill go get mother, with which he turned and left. Bart walked down the hall and then down the stairs, he groaned as he saw his mother sat on the bottom of the step, her head low, obviously ragingly dunk or asleep. He passed her and turned wondering how best to do this, at least with his father who was easily the heaviest, had been awake and carried himself mainly with a little support only required, if his mother was sleeping……

As bart turned hos mouth dropped open for the second time tonight, his mother slumped there had her knees almost together but it hadn’t stopped her dress from dropping at the rear onto the stair, her skin dark in the shadow looked soft on her thighs and her panties were on full view, the panties if bart hadn’t coughed would have now probably been on the floor. Bart couldn’t take his eye off this view.

Bart had never looked at his mother this way before, now he stared between her thighs, her dark panties, her yellow skin accentuated by the pantie and stockings colour, he felt the familiar stirrings between his thighs, felt himself become harder and harder as he starred. He dare not get caught, what would she think of him, mind you in her state she wouldn’t know. Bart stepped closer, not taking his eyes from this magnificent view he called her, mom…… mom….. He was careful not to say it to loud as to really wake her or startle her, but loud enough to know if she was awake she would have stirred, there was nothing.

Bart dropped slowly to his knees, the view was much closer now, barely three feet away, the longer he looked, the harder he felt himself get, bart bit his lower lip as he looked at his mother then pressed his hand on his crutch feeling his hardness beneath. There was no stirrings from his mother just long and regular breaths as she deeply breathed. Bart starred and pressed and rubbed himself wondering hat she looked like behind those panties, he could make out the form of her lips as the material hugged her closely, bart knew what a woman looked like but had never actually seen one, well not an adult one, and not this close up. For ages he starred in amazement, becoming more and more aroused, his heart was racing and his breathing had become pants of excitement. Bart called his mother again, his eyes still fixed to her gusset, there was no response.

Bart reached out and gently nudged her knee, calling her name, nothing, he did it again. There was a very slight murmer from her but that was it. This time as he called her name, he nudged her on her inner thigh, just above her knee, still nothing and he was nudging firmly enough to move her. he waited a waited a few moments, then as he called her name again and nudged her, it was half way up her inner thigh beneath her dress, still nothing. With a growing excitement, bart slid closer, he tried to see her face but it was buried in her lap, barts hand slid right under her dress, he nudged again this time barely a few inches from her pussy, he smiled, there was still no response, he looked skyward and closed his eyes his heart beating wildly in his chest.

A few seconds passed, bart could barely hold on, but he did, a minute, then bart reached and called his mothers name and nudged her, nudged her directly on her pussy, his heart felt like it would explode with excitement as he did it, bart felt her pussys softness give as he nudged, felt the springy pubic hairs beneath the soft thin material, felt the warmth eminating from with in and also, he was sure, but he now felt a dampness on his knuckles where he had pressed. Barts other hand was firmly holding his crutch, his hard and aroused cock was twitching with excitement with the attention it was getting from his hand and the sensations sent by his body as it viewed the sight before him.

Barts hand, or rather knuckles were definatly damp, he removed his hand and looked, there was clearly something on his fingers a moistness, he first thought his mother in her drunken state may have peed but then realised, her father and her had only a few moments ago been kissing passionately, he had been caressing and mauling her breast, the dampness he felt was not pee, it was the juices from her pussy as she had become aroused and excited. Bart grinned and replaced his hand, his body quivering, he gently called her name again, this time without the touch he did not want to wake her, he wanted no response, he smiled broadly as there was none.

This time as he called her name, bart didn’t just nudge, he pressed his hand or curled fingers onto her pussy, he let them stay there, longer than he knew he should have before moving them, nothing, still nothing from her again he had felt the puffy flesh of her lips beneath the cotton panties, the curly springy pubic hair, he felt it move as he pressed, felt the little curls rustle into each other as her lips gave to the slight pressure. Shaking and feeling beads of sweat on his brow bart uncurled his fingers and cupped her pussy in the palm of his hand as he called……mom.

No response, he felt the heat in his fingers from her pussy, definatly felt the dampness from her excitement, he felt he would blow in his trousers right now the excitement was that strong, he then shook the thoughts from his head, and removed his hand he stood and took several steps back…. Jesus, he whispered to himself, jesus christ what am I doing……it’s your mother for christ sake, what are you doing feeling her up, what am I doing. He looked again to the heavens, not expecting a respons and not getting one, he sighed and closed his eyes, bart you’re a perv you’re a god damn perv.

He turned and looked at her, innocently sleeping, drunk and helpless and thre he was touching her up, he looked at his hand, the one which had just been cupping her large fleshy lips, his mothers pussy in his hand, he felt his hard and excited cock aching and trembling in his pants, he paced, and paced more, then as if he had decided, he returned and knelt in front of her, he was going to wake her, he watched his hand reach out to her shoulder, intending to shake and wake her, but it stopped before it touched, his fingers outstretched. He looked at his hand and left it there, he sighed again, lowered his head in shame and failure and then put his hand on the floor.

Bart opened his eyes and lifted his head and looked at his mother, asleep and unknowing of what he had done, the thoughts he had had and was still having, his mother, his dear loving mother, his eyes lowered again to behold the sight between her thighs, my loving sweet mother he said out loud as his hand reached out and cupped her pussy once more, oh mother he said, his eyes looking at her, mother, I love you he wordlessly mouthed. Then he pressed his hand firmly, his heart beat in his chest as if trying to break free, he felt the contours of his mothers lips, her slit, the dampness all in one sensation od feelings and signals from his hand to brain, god her lips were soft, then instinctively without even thinking, his finger traced the line of her slit, he felt her lips give and part beneath the cotton panties felt the curls spring aside to his touch he had to suppress a giggle such was his excitement, then without thinking, he gently pulled her panties to the side.

With that one simple thin barrier gone, the same area had a completely different feel, the tingling he felt from what he was now touching was ten fold, this time he actually felt a droplet of semen leave his aching cock and soak into the awaiting briefs,

He felt her soft curls, her pubic hair, his mothers pubic hair on his fingers, her lips, softer and puffier than he had imagined them to be, and yes without even trying, his finger already resting on her slit, felt her warm wet juices oozing out, she was soaking wet through, dripping almost with arousal. Had it been his fathers doing, was she now dreaming, or…. Could it be, was it his doing.

He doubted the last but liked to think it was, bart smiled as he looked at his mothers buried head and pressed his middle finger, there was no resistance, his finger instantly became wet and lubricated, the oily juices covering his finger as it slid between the two puffy lips into the hot and very wet interior, he actualy heard the squelch from between her thighs as he did so. Without thinking, bart slid his finger deep into his mothers wet and gaping hole, it was deep, very deep, hot and very wet, he looked, her saw her panties to the side, his blue pubic hairs, her lips as puffy as he was feeling, her pink and dark red slit open, glistening drips shinning in the light and there his hand, minus one finger, the last part of his finger visible, his eyes traced it to the dark hole of his mothers pussy where it disappeared inside.

The very sight was erotic, the vision would be burned in his mind forever, as would the feelings and sensations he was experiencing no, bart, bart he said to himself, what the fuck are you doing, for a second time he stood, hearing his finger wetly slip from his mothers pussy, he walked away to the door. He faced the door, he looked down, saw the wet juices of his mothers pussy glistening, he slipped the finger into his mouth and sucked it dry, tasting its sweetness its saltyness, barts tongue glided over his finger hungrily eating, sucking and swallowing these juices, his eyes closed savouring the taste……. The taste of his mother. I cant he thought, I should not be doing this, ill have to get her to bed, whats done is done, I can remember anytime I want what I have done hear and now tonight because it has already happened, there is nothing I can do to change it, not that I would, but it has to stop, he walked over to his mother, he saw her panties to the side, the mop of trimmed blue pubic hairs, her lips, parted revealing her dark red insides, exposed and wet. Bart forced his eyes away, he walked passed her and turned, bent and slipped his hands beneath her arms and said come on mom, lets get you to bed.

H e may have had intentions to get her to bed, but his mothers sleeping form had become a dead weight and she barely moved, all he felt was her shoulders lift slightly as he pulled, he was not strong enough to lift her weight. A better grip was needed, bart slipped his hands further in and pulled to lift, unexpended though and unintentionally, his grip was insufficient, his arms slipped slightly, before his hands gripped his mother, not undr the shoulder as he had intended, but there before him yet out of sight, barts hands held both his mothers breasts firmly in his grasp, it did not register at first, but when it did, he gasped.

They were firm, and soft, was everything about her so, was everything about woman so, bart didn’t know, all he knew was he was behind his mother trying to lift her and all he had succeeded in doing was taking both her breasts in his hands, there was nothing from his mother, she was in a deep sleep now, bart then felt his cock presing in her back, god it felt good, again he knew he was doing wrong but he pressed his hips forward, pressing his hardness into her, his grip tightened around her large mounds, well the mounds were large to his ten year old hands, he gently squeezed them, he caressed them, then without thinking, plunged both his hands down the front of her dress, into her bra and took both naked orbs in his hands, pressing his cock harder into her back. She was as he expected soft skinned, her breasts heaved in his hands, the touch electric, he moulded his hands around them, feeling her inert nipples, holding and caressing what his father had held and caressed so many times before, and only a few minutes before.

Bart was in heaven, he stood behind his mother, his legs slightly bent, he had intended to lift her but now he was grinding his stiff cock into the nape of her neck and upper back, his hands down the front of her dress caressing her beautiful tits, her mipples unlike her becoming aroused and erect, he tweeked them, the hard rubbery texture odd in his fingers, just as bart was becoming lost in his world, he heard her stir and moan, like a flash his hands were out of her top and he moved his groin away from her, with a voice calm enough it even shocked bart he said a he tugged her under her arms, come on mom lets get you upstairs to bed with dad.

Bart didn’t know how he managed it, as he had very little help off his mother, but he managed to get her to her bedroom, his father was slumped on the end of the bed where he had originally dropped him, and as bart began to tire as his mother wasn’t helping like his father did, that was where he aimed to put her, with a final thrust and heave bart twisted and pushed his mother onto the bed beside his father, she barely flinched. Bart wiped his brow, he was really sweating, she was quite heavy, he looked at he sleeping on the bed beside his father, there was nothing too her in comparisson. He smiled as he recalled her secrets, his cock hadn’t subsided only his energy, but he was young and that was rapidly refilling. Her legs were closed now, though bart could see a good bit of thigh as she had fallen to the bed, this was an erotic view, though he could see nothing, he knew exactly what lay up there,

He raised his hand to his nose and sniffed, her aroma was impregnated into his skin, strong now and very sexual, bart had tasted her juices, but off his finger he wondered what it would be like to take it straight from the source, with the texture of flesh and the feel of pubic hair, He looked at her lying on the bed, her dress risen giving a view of shapely thigh,just a few inches away under that dress lay her inner most secrets, and tonight he had seen them, felt them and tasted them, he stared, he wanted to do it again, needed to, his cock was throbbing once more in his trousers, he smiled as he looked at his father, bart stepped forward, he was going to savour his mother again, whilst his father slept beside her…..his heart raced.

He walked over then knelt before his mothers legs on the bed, gently but firmly he spread them, once again exposing her gusset its hidden treasures. Bart stood and rasied her dress, now she was completely exposed, her flat toned stomach the opposite to his fathers, he closed her legs, he looked at his dad and smiled as he bent forward and took the sides of his mothers panties, he continued to look at his father smiling as he lowered them and then removed them, he waved them at his father then deeply breathed in the womanly scent. He tossed them to the floor. Again he spread her legs….wide.

Her triangular mass of blue pubic hair was well trimmed, neat and very tidy, her lips were open exposing her still wet insides, bart smiled as he knew that wetness was soon to be joined by his own salavia, and if he got his way his spunk. He leant on the bed and sniffed, he womanly smells filling his nostrils, as he neared the aroma grew, god he wanted this, he pressed his fingers on her lips and spread her wide open, pressing his face into her wet hot pussy. He tongue slid deeply into her savouring the tastes, textures, his tongues licking the creases and fold. Barts eyes closed as he devoured his mother slowly unbecomingly to him for the moment bringing her closer to an orgasm.

The stiffening little bud just above his top lip he knew to be her clitoris, there was some things to be said for hanging out with older kids, he learned from them that woman loved this being played with. He would find out, bart slipped his tongue from the dark hole and then concentrated on the little seemingly insignificant piece of flesh. His eyes raised as there was an almost instant response, though his mother never made a sound her lower body jerked and spasmed on occasion. Then more regular as her hips slowly gyrated, onto his face, he heared his mother murmur. Then suddenly her voice pitch changed and she whimpered, a trickle of fluid came from within, it was thicker, and creamy, he grinned as he realised he had made her come, his own mother brought to an orgasm by her ten year old sons tongue.

Bart was careful, he moved away and just stared at her open wet pussy, he had stirred her, he must have he didn’t want to wake her, not only would he be in incredible trouble but more importantly this little escapade would be over, and he had other things in mind yet. After a few short minutes bart stood, his mother still slept, though he could tell from her heaving breasts she was still aroused, and what with the wetness of her pussy he was pretty sure he was correct.

He then looked at his father again, feeling naughty wanting to speak to him, tease him, rub it it and generally narrate what he was doing, and going to do to his wife while he slept., look dad, look he whispered, im unzipping my fly, and with the comment he did the action, he gasped as he pulled his neglected and aching thick hard tool into the open, look dad, look what has happened to me, look at what moms body ha caused mine to do, and guess what im going to do with it……..yes im going to put it inside her, im going to fuck her…….fuck your wife………..my mother.

She was positioned perfectly, her butt slightly over the edge, her pussy fully exposed and easily accessable, bart lowered the tip oc his cock until it touched his mothers labia, ohh dad moms wet, very wet, he pressed a little, her lips parted, slowly bart watched as her pussy lips widened and widened as his cock slid easily into her, god dad look, look at my cock it deep inside mom, jesus she soaking bart placed his hands on her hips and started to slide back and forth, easing his cock in and out of her, bart sighed, he closed his eyes focusing his attention on the sensations his cock was feeling, the hotness and wetness, how tight she felt, he looked down and saw his juices spittled shaft ramming home, yes yes ye she said, faster and faster he began to pump into her, he reached up and pulled down the top of her dress, he two breasts falling out, her nipples solid, bart took them in his hands.

He squeezed them and moulded them as he continued to penetrate his mother, faster and faster, then he smiled and looked at her as he heared her moan with pleasure, god he wanted her to open her eyes and see him fucking her, hell, he wanted his dad to open his eyes and see him fucking her, but he knew he couldn’t allow either, as his mothers moans grew bart thrust deeply one final time into her and groaned as he allowed his hot jet of spunk to fill her insides…….he slowed, until he stopped. Gasping he looked down, threads of his spunk were along his shaft, he pulled out wetly, and after a few seconds saw it gloop out of the now widened hole, bart had wished he had brought his camera to capture this moment for ever, but he hadn’t.

He had had no choice, he had to leave her as she was, hopefully she would think homer had fucked her, pity, but that was the way it had to be. One day though he thought, she will go out again and get drunk, one day. It was rare with his mother, but when that rare occasion took place he would be waiting, waiting to plunge his hard cock into her.

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