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Simpsons Porn Story: Fifteen years on.

Simpsons Porn Story: Fifteen years on.

Fifteen years on.

It had been a hot day, the sun had beat down on the Simpson residence mercilessly, Homer had decided and began a BBQ, it was Saturday there was no work, no work tomorrow so why shouldn’t they as a family spend it together having fun. It had been a good day, Homers cooking wasn’t up to much but BBQ food just had to be burned so no one cared. He sat back in the chair, his wife Marge next to him, the sun had long gone but the warmth remained, the breeze was cool and blew his two remaining strands of hair. He didn’t seem to have a care in the world, well he did but the duff had seen to it that his cares were well and truly beaten back

Marge had also had a good day, the kids had been good, that in itself was a good day, but she had began to share her husbands beers and as she relaxed, stared up at the stars and felt the breeze she to felt carefree. Though she had no where near as many as homer, she was more than worse for a little wear, she had allowed the kids the run of the house, she had an idea they were messing it up, she didn’t care, they had the TV on too loud, she didn’t care and they were staying up too late, still she didn’t care.

Friends, invited and otherwise, had come and gone and ate their fill and made the night even more enjoyable, the Flanders had even payed a visit, though she imagined it was to ask if they could keep the noise down a little as the kids had been sent to bed, it had been late Ned said, almost 6.30……. Homer took him to the side, Marge didn’t know what he said but Ned reddened then left. Abe, Selma and Patty had also come, she hadn’t seen the Three of them in weeks, she really must make an effort with her sisters.

Now it was getting late, she imagined the kitchen and house would be a mess, she didn’t care though. The noise from the TV had gone the lights all over the house had been turned off, the kids….the little darlings must have put themselves to bed, she looked over to Homer and hic-cupped she giggled, she had moved too fast, a few seconds later when homer had focused she saw him asleep, she smiled, she really must check on the kids, delicately she slipped from the chair and stood, she smiled aimlessly and rocked on the spot for a moment, another hic-cup then she moved forward……she stopped as Homer called her name “Marge……belch…..he he he he” “Marge….I lurveee you”.

Marge leaned down and kissed him, the kiss became longer then more passionate, hmmm Homey she said purring. Then she whooped with a startle as she felt his thick hand cup her breast, “Who’s a naughty boy” she sniggered, she felt his thumb slip over her nipple, the cool air and the attention it was getting aroused it almost instantly, ooooo she again purred as she felt both her nipples harden beneath her dress……she then moved away…….not here Homey….not outside in our garden…the neighbours and anyway I have to check on the kids first…..I’ll be back she said in her best, but weak Ranier Wolfcastle voice…..she giggled as did homer then she sneaked off.

The back door was open and gloomy inside, she made her way through to the front where she checked the door was locked, widows locked and TV and lights out, in a sober state she would have zipped through, as she was now, the furniture took a little beating and she knew she was talking a bit of one too as the bruises a few days from now will testify. Now the hard bird, traversing the stairs, with a solid grip on the rail and a supporting palm on the wall, she carefully made her way to the top, then a few steps away before she felt safe enough to turn and look at the mountainous hike she had just undertaken, she twirled round to aim for the kids bedrooms, twirled a little to fast, she stopped but the house didn’t, both hands reached out and found the wall, her head bobbed, but she was sure she managed to stop the house from turning anymore, a hic-cup and she was off.

Lisa’s room, the door was closed and she quietly opened it, the light was out but the light cast in from the hallway was enough for Marge to enter and walk up to Lisa’s sleeping form in hr bed. She was out like a light, so peaceful and so calm and very beautiful, she kissed her forehead, pulled her blankets tight and walked out, Bart’s room was also closed, she entered that carefully too, his bedside lamp was on so there was no need for the hall light, she was glad, it looked like an atomic bomb had gone off in his room such was the mess, she had difficulty in avoiding the strewn toys at the best of times, but in this condition. She made her way to the bed and looked down at barts sleeping form, also calm and serene, she kissed his forehead, turned off his lamp and left the room.

The kids asleep and the hose quiet, Marge made her way tentatively back up the hallway to the stairs, again she concentrated then took the plunge, carefully she made her way down reaching the bottom unscathed, she smiled, she was about to switch off the light when she realised she would really do herself injury as the house would be in complete darkness, the light at the top of the stairs would be ok on, the kids were already asleep and it would act as a beacon whenever they decided to come back in. she made her way to the garden.

As she swayed up the hall she could see Homer still in his chair, she just reached the kitchen, the garden only a few feet away when a form appeared before her from the shadows, startled she stopped and placed her hand on her chest her heart racing like a rocket. The form only inches away moved forward, Marge’s eyes wide with terror and her throat dry unable to scream suddenly sighed with relief as Abe’s face became recognisable in the partial light in the hall given by the upstairs light. Abe she sighed, you almost gave me a heart attack, Abe moved to within inches of her face Marge stiffened.

She smelt the booze on his breath from what he had been drinking earlier as he said, this brings back memories.

Marge felt his hand slip onto and gently squeeze her breast, he must be able to also feel her nipple still hard from when minutes ago Homer had caressed it, she felt herself pressed back, back against the door she had so nearly just walked through into the kitchen, yes she heard Abe say, they are still as firm as I remember. Marge looked out to Homer, unaware his father had his wife pressed against their kitchen door his hand on and caressing her breast. She took hold of his wrist and whispered no, no Abe please.

Why Marge whispered instead of yelling she didn’t know, perhaps she wanted the secret of all those years ago to remain what it was, a secret. Why she didn’t force herself forward either eluded her after all she was the younger and probably the stronger of the two or why she didn’t wrench his hand free from touching her she didn’t know, she merely held his wrist which still allowed him to still squeeze her breast . Marge’s mind slipped back fifteen years to when she and homer were much younger.

She had then as now had a little too much to drink, she had petted with Homer at his front door, allowed herself to be touched up by him, before he said he required the toilet, she had entered the front room where she found homers dad seemingly waiting for her, as now he had her pressed up against the door, he said he had seen them petting, touching each other, then as now he had touched and held her breast, that night however her had also slipped his hand up her skirt, she had felt it slip into her panties and she recalled vividly how well he had fingered her bringing her to a powerful orgasm. She recalled panting against the door, recalled how she would have if he had tried take her. But he hadn’t, nothing had been said then or since, until now.

The first few meetings after that night had been awkward and embarrassing for her, she had often wondered if they had been for him, if he even knew what he had done, tonight he had confirmed her queries with his own words. Over the time, the feelings of embarrassment had gone, she hadn’t forgotten the night, nor was she likely to but it had become her secret, her dark secret. Now fifteen years on, a marriage and Three kids in her own house it was happening again, she felt him move closer, his free hand mimicking its partner and resting and pressing and moulding her other breast, Marge her head beside his as he had come that close whispered again, no Abe please don’t I don’t want to.

The fondling however didn’t stop, Marge, Abe said, I have wondered all this time about that night, it had never left me, I have felt for fifteen years a guilt but also a yearning to do it again, tonight I gave in to the yearns I had to do it again. Marge felt his right hand slip from her breast, and slide down her torso to her shapely hips, then over onto her thigh, Ohhh god no she whispered, no Abe no, don’t not that, she knew where his hand was going, she squirmed slightly, twisting against the door but his hand continued.

Marge could have threatened to or even simply screamed, she didn’t, Abe had seemed to sense something, a hesitation from her which clearly should not have been there but was. Abe Abe she said as she felt his hand begin to raise, this time beneath her dress, still Marge only whispered,seconds later she felt his fingers and palm slip onto her panties then force between her thighs his finger already pressing her lips.

Abe had expected to have his frail old body flung aside, but she hadn’t, she had resisted, but only minimally, he had not lied when he had said to her her breasts were still as firm, they were, life had treated her well. As all those years ago, her nipples had been hard, Abe liked nipples, he was a nipple man, Marge’s nipples had been large for her young age, well formed and he had taken great delight in fondling and sampling them fifteen years ago…..as he would again tonight, he was also a clitoris man, he recalled how she had shivered when he had made her come and if she would again tonight.

Now with his hand, admittedly forcing its way onto her pussy, he would sample her again, see how she had matured, how childbirth had shaped her, how sexual experience had taught her, her pathetic resistance only steeled his belief deep down she wanted it, she was also going to get it. His finger pressed the valley at the centre of her gusset, the puffy lips parting under the pressure, his gyrated his finger, he smiled, homers fondling before and probably his now was beginning to show its effects, her panties dampened beneath his finger and he felt her grip on his wrist slacken slightly.

Marge, felt him press, felt her pussy give to his gentle pressure and felt his finger gently rotate in circles, when she had been younger he had merely been an older man, homers father admittedly but know she had married homer, he was her father, this was wrong, but it felt so nice, he was very good, very good indeed, she felt her resistance fading and her arousal heightening. She then felt his hand move up over the front of her panties, felt her pubic hair rustle, even over his soft warm breathing in her ear as he nuzzled her neck she swore she could hear her pubic hair move, then his hand slid down the front, he legs though shut were not as refusing as they should have been, she felt his hand with a little trouble slip right down her panties, then she felt his finger slide up and down the length of her slit, Marge uncontrollably sighed, and felt herself bite his shoulder gently, felt her hand release his wrist and slide up to his shoulder, then as the final act of surrender felt her thighs open s his finger slipped wetly into her inviting pussy.

Abe just smiled, he knew he had had her when she hadn’t originally stopped him with force, it had been just a matter of when and how much resistance, to be this far already showed there had been little, her pussy was still tight, it was wet already, she hadn’t after these years lost the ability to get aroused quickly, sometimes age and lifestyle can be cruel, to Marge it hadn’t. He felt his own arousal building as he felt her nibble and bite his shoulder, heard her breath deepen as she became more and more aroused, heard her sighs and whimpers as he caressed her slit, her insides and her clitoris which had become very hard and erect.

Marge felt her self give in, she couldn’t stop him, she waves of pleasure coursed through her, she pulled him closer yes she heard her voice whisper, she opened her eyes and saw his shoulder before him, felt the texture of his jumper in her mouth, she looked up and saw Homer asleep in the garden, he was literally feet away as his father fingered his wife, fingered his daughter, his wife not fighting but allowing him, allowing him to bring her quickly to orgasm. Marge felt tears well in her eyes, not from guilt, but as she forced and suppressed her moans and groans this emotional pressure had to release, suddenly it did, she closed her eyes from looking at homer and gasped, felt her legs buckle slightly and her butt slide a little down the door opening her legs as the orgasm expelled from her pussy.

Abe grinned, he hadn’t lost it, nor had Marge she could still come with the best of them, he felt her warm fluid pour onto his palm, but still he didn’t slow, his thick finger slid in and out of her wet hole, slid over and rubbed her clitoris before slipping back into the hot gaping cavern which was her cunt, he felt her body quiver as she felt the after effects of the orgasm, and as she felt the build of the new one, then he slipped in two fingers, his eyes closed with satisfaction as he heard her gasp, felt her legs open more, then felt her hips buck back and to onto his fingers as he finger fucked her, only minutes passed before he felt the second gush.

Marge was quivering, her mind in a turmoil, her stomach trembled and her pussy ached beyond belief, this was far better than all those years ago, far better than she had ever experienced before, she was sliding up and down the door, onto his two fingers as they probed in her, she heard the wet squelches, they seemed loud enough to wake homer, she was dripping wet, her knees trembled, she felt yet another, her third orgasm coming, she didn’t even know she was capable of having so many so quickly, she looked again at her husband, asleep outside, she stared and stared but didn’t feel guilt as she felt the orgasm come, she groaned out loud and grabbed Abe’s crutch.

His cock was thick and swollen, his trousers couldn’t hide his arousal, even at first touch Marge knew he was bigger than his son, her husband. Her fingers opened and closed on the material impressed at his hardness and size for one so old, she wanted to feel it, had to feel it, she fumbled with the zipper, like a little amateur girl on her first time struggled, until it suddenly gave and Marge pulled it down and eagerly slipped her hand inside his trousers. Abe wore no under ware, Marge’s eager hand found his stiff ard cock instantly, it throbbed to the touch, she could feel the blood surging through it, her fingers wrapped around it and she pulled the thick foreskin down, then up, Marge dropped to her knees, the sight of her husband no longer there , the sight of her husbands fathers cock was certainly there, as she pulled it free from his trousers.

He was indeed huge, anyone who expected old wrinkly men to be passed it obviously hadn’t met Abe Simpson, he stood very erect before her, the musty smell from his old swollen organ filling her nostrils, Marge waited no longer, she leaned forward and pressed her open mouth around his cock, the first moan of pleasure she had heard him do.

Slowly she forced her head down onto his tool, filling her mouth forcing her lisp to breaking point, but as her rhythm increased and as her spit went on his shaft the easier it got, Marge sucked him in like he was her husband, lovingly yet forcefully wanting to do this needing to do this, was it a fifteen year subconscious desire? She had always wondered why he hadn’t taken It any further that night did she secretly regret it.

She reached down between her thighs and touched her swollen puss, it quivered she was soaking wet through, she had never felt herself this wet before she was literally dripping, her fingers slipped into her self, as she sucked, licked and jerked at her father in laws cock she masterbated, she felt like a whore, a slut but she didn’t care, she imagined her husband feet away, there was no guilt or remorse again she didn’t carre she simply wanted this cock, needed this cock she wasn’t going to let him fuck her………she was going to fuck him.

Jesus she was good, he could feel her tongue snake round his shaft as she sucked him in, he held her hair, he had always wondered, now he knew. He should have done this many years ago, he didn’t so he no longer dwelled on it as he was doing it now, he heard her slurp as she sucked her spit back, spitting it on his cock, she cupped his balls, they felt like they were going to explode, in his youth he could go for hours but it had been a long time, a very long time…this however hat he was experiencing now from Marge, Marge his loving daughter in law, his owns sons wife was completely new, so very good, he had never experienced it so good.

Marge cupped his heavy balls with one hand and eased her head on and off his thick shaft, rubbing it also with her other hand, her spit making it glide easily over the ridges and veins. He thoughts of homer sleeping in his chair gone now, all she wanted to do was concentrate on this cock, if he wanted her…..he could have her she wanted this thing in her. Suddenly she felt movement from Abe, she felt his hands slip under her shoulders and lift, his cock wetly flopped from her mouth, she gasped, she felt her self spun round and then she was placed on her back on her kitchen table. Her thighs felt cool as she knew Abe was raising her dress, she trembled with anticipation knowing what was coming.

The mere fact of knowing didn’t stop the intense feeling of pleasure rush through her as she felt his breath on her pussy, then his tongue slide up and down her slit and linger on her aroused clitoris, deeper and deeper it slid until she felt the thick wet muscle from his mouth embedded in her, it rolled inside, tasting her walls lapping up her juices, but she had more to give. He stomach trembled, she grabbed his head and pulled it into her, she gasped as he sucked in her clitoris and really went to town on it, her thighs clamped around his head and she was moaning and groaning, filling the room with her cries of pleasure,calling his name, then……she came, Marge let out a long slow groan as her juices flowed. She heard his gasp as her fluids must have splashed onto his face, she was jerking uncontrollably, then she felt her body being roughly grabbed and rolled over, she closed her eyes, oh god yes please put it in me, put it in me and fuck me hard.

She felt the tip of his hot hard cock touch her lips, then slide in a little, the more slid in the wider her pussy had to go to accept it, Jesus she said out loud, not thinking her cunt could take the width, thinking he may tear her, she gripped either side of the table and moaned as she felt the entire length slide deep inside her, she felt his hands firmly grip her hips and then the expert motions as his cock slid back and forth into her, filling her every inch, rippling her vginal walls, god it felt so good, her eyes watering slightly. She opened them, seeing the back door, open and exposing her garden, there was her husband Homer the son of the man inside her fucking her, still asleep oblivious to the incestuous activities of his father and wife.

Homers frame was moving closer then away closer then away as each of Abe’s powerful thrusts pushed her up the table, his strong hands pulling her back as he withdrew, she was grunting now as each thrust entered her, she couldn’t help it nor cared she was in bliss, she had orgasmed another two times whilst he had been inside her, faster and faster, he moans becoming louder again she felt the onrush of another orgasm how many could she have?

As she neared the climax she saw and heard home stir, perhaps it had been her noises, he rolled to his side in his chair, his eyes flickered open ever so slightly, Abe must have also seen but his pumping actions never ceased, in fact they increased, perhaps there was a buzz he felt a thrill of being caught she didn’t know, it was strange as if in slow motion she saw her husbands eyes open, they still seemed glazed, then they looked at her, see looked at him, her face blank, she felt the cock sliding faster and faster inside her, her head shot up and still looking at homer as she was fucked she forced the air out of her nose with a gruff noise as she came he eyes flickering closed then open, Homer didn’t seem to stir, perhaps he was still asleep…..she didn’t care, she didn’t care if he saw or even watched his father fuck her as long as he continues to fuck her.

For what seemed like an eternity he looked, then his eyes closed and he settled off, Marge was suddenly struck as if with a bolt of lightening, she turned as best as she could and was hitting Abe’s hand and trying to move, he came out of the trance he seemed to be in and looked at her, saw her slide from him and slip off the table and move to the sink where she looked through the blinds at her sleeping husband, Abe joined her, he slipped behind her so he could get a better view. What is it he said.

Homer, its homer, he just woke and looked at me, I know he did but I don’t know if he saw me if you know what I mean, she heard a soft giggle behind her and turned to look, I know said Abe I saw it too, Marge gasped and her eyes opened wide, and you continued to fuck me, yeah he said, I couldn’t help it it was such a fucking huge turn on what can I say, Marge stared for a few seconds and the giggled herself, I know. Abe smiled, is he asleep now, marge turned to look, a huge grin appeared on her face, he had tricked her, he didn’t care if Homer was awake or not, just as she had turned her head, and probably the reason he has slipped behind her, she felt his still throbbing cock slide into her waiting pussy another time.

This time marge felt the thrill, she was bent over her kitchen work surface looking out of the window at her hsband who was probably close to waking and her father in law was behind her fucking her doggy style almost, yeah she Thought doggy style, she placed her hands on his hips and slowed him, she fell carefully to her knees, not wanting the huge member to fall out of her, Abe took her from behind like a pro, again her moans filled the kitchen.

With in five minutes Abe’s breathing was lungful pants, she felt him grip her hips, his fingers digging in as he reached his climax, then the old man gasped and really thrust his cock into her, Marge gasped as she felt the hot semen burst into her, like a powerful jet, it filled her, filled her too much as she felt it not just oozing from her but gushing, she heard splats of it as it hit the kitchen floor, Marge lowered her top half of her body to the floor, she ached, she was sweating she felt the cool floor as he breasts flattened against the tiles, she tingled like crazy between her thighs, she felt Abe pull out, she sighed, the mere act of pulling out felt good, she giggled as she heard large splats of come obviously from her gaping cunt and his tip splatter on the floor.

She turned and looked at him, her breasts heaving and slightly lolled to the side, his cock on semi now was still impressive, it shone in the moonlight with their combined fluids, he breathed hard and looked down at her, I have waited so long for that he said, I have wanted you for years ever since Homer brought you home that first time, I had desires for you, Marge grinned, I had always wondered, after that night what it would be like, I would have let you then you know, and she said was it worth the wait? He grinned at her, fuck was it, it was well worth the wait, if I knew it would have been that good, that erotic I would have waited another fifteen years…and…..you? She smiled, Abe… were ….you are the best fuck I have ever had, EVER.

One hour later, Abe had gone, he had left an aching between her thighs, she was still dripping, the thoughts would not leave her, it was Three in the morning, but she didn’t feel drunk anymore or tired, not in that way, she wanted to savour and re-experience the images going through her mind. Sleep though took her unexpectedly.

The morning came and she woke in the front room on the sofa, She stood and yawned, as she entered the kitchen she saw the back door closed and locked, she saw homers foot prints on the floor, he must have woke early hours, the dew on the grass wetting the soil dirtying his shoes and leaving the imprints, she could tell from the staggered steps he had still been a little drunk, as she walked over to the sink she smiled as she remembered, then she gasped and giggled, there on the floor was a huge cum pool, where Abe had finally finished her off, and dead in the centre was one of homers foot prints, she laughed quietly at the irony of it and how naughty she felt for laughing. She took a towel and wiped up the mess.

Homer walked into the kitchen as she finished oh er hi homey she said, hello Marge he yawned, sorry about the floor as he guessed he had left a mess, its ok she replied, can I ask you something he posed, Marge stood and turned to the sink and turned on the tap rinsing the cloth she had, of course you can she said, her heart racing, what can I do for you. What time did dad go, Marge took in a sharp breath and looked, stared out into the garden……I er don’t know she stuttered…..why. I don’t know said Homer, im sure I saw him last night………errr…. I thought I saw….er Spit it out Marge said still staring into the garden, I thought I saw you two together…. Marges heart skipped a beat and she gulped her eyes closed, h.h.how do you mean together. I thought he said slowly, I thought I saw you having sex ovr the table. Marges eyes widened.

She turned to him and mustered her bravest clamest voice, Homer simpson, he is your father…..I think maybe you had drunk too much, I think maybe you drink too much if you could think such things. He looked down, im sorry I must have been dreaming, yes she said with feigned anger, you must have been, she turned back to the sink, feeling the wetness in her knickers as she rinsed and remembered Abe’s cock.

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