Simpsons Porn Story: the simpsons the fetish

The fetish. (Pt1)

Bart was ten years old,
well if truth be known he told himself, he was pretty close to eleven
so in his eyes he was on the verge of adult hood. Grown ups
were……well stupid, they knew nothing, well nothing of value to a
kid anyway. Bart had a problem, he knew he had a problem though he
wouldn’t describe it as such, he had a need, a desire. He had had
it for nearly a year now and it had grown progressively worse, not to
the point of obsession, though occasions he thought it might, but to
the point of he would take risks, unnecessary risks boarding on being
caught…….he had a desire he needed fulfilled, ok….he was
obsessed. It had started, as he had said about a year ago, he had
gone for his usual nightly bath, he liked to take it alone now, he
had told his mother ages ago she need not rub him down with soap…..he
was beginning to like it too much and on one or two occasions it had
shown……..prominently shown, fortunately, to the best of his
knowledge he had gotten away with it.

Now
this……..problem. A year ago or so he had taken his bath, he knew
he was supposed to tidy his clothes away from the floor but he
preferred, much preferred to leave them strewn there for others to
tidy but on this occasion he had, for no reason at all he had picked
his clothes up and took them to the wash basket, on taking the lid
off his senses or rather sense of smell was invaded by an aroma, not
unpleasant but different, his clothes hung in his hand over the
basket as he stared down into the depths at the pile of clothing,
there atop, somehow illuminated to him was a small pair of
panties…..Lisa’s panties. With his free hand bart stooped and
retrieved them, he released his clothes then took the small pair of
used panties in both his hands now, his fingers rubbed together
feeling the cotton material its smoothness, its texture then without
thinking he brought them to his nose and smelled the pungent aroma.

It
had filled his senses, it toyed with his thoughts, it took him away,
away from the bathroom, nowhere in particular, but he was
alone….alone with this smell, sweet, acrid, damp a whole host of
smells mingled into one, into this one intoxicating smell which
seemed to fill a part of him, seemed to complete him. He hadn’t
felt incomplete or unwhole before, but now he was taking in this
wonderful smell he knew he had been. A growing sensation filled his
loins too, a burning, a bubbling within him, he looked down at his
small body, the powerful erection proudly standing out as he
continued to inhale the aromas. That had been the beginning, he had
every night since, after his bath continued the same routine, all
having the same effects on him, like he had said, that had been the
beginning.

Lisa’s
underwear were no longer safe, especially the used ones, on any given
moment, any opportunity arising he would snatch the chance, filling
his lungs with the smells of his sister, of her sexuality. He looked
at her, the same feelings did not manifest, he had no urges for her
in herself, only her panties, one occasion a month or so later
removed the need for Lisa’s clothes, mistakenly taking his mothers
panties from the basket he had been overwhelmed by the aroma which
they had given him. Much stronger, more adult, the smells here were
more…..he couldn’t express why or what the differences were they
were just different….and better, his fetish had taken a new turn, a
new level had been reached, now he was hooked, he required adult
panties to quench him, their texture more sexual, silkier, especially
the “Special” panties, those worn on special occasions for
attracting their mate when exposed, the kinky ones, bart had never
before taken an interest in the washing baskets contents so had never
noticed them, now though he noticed and he sought. Especially his
mothers, he would at every given opportunity raid the washing basket
for her discarded undergarments and revel in the sweet rich aromas
filling his nasal passages, the erection it gave him more powerful
than he experienced with Lisa’s.

He
looked at his mother in a different light now, he saw her not as a
mother but as an object of desire, he wondered each and every time he
saw her, imagined her vagina rubbing the material of her panties, in
his minds eye he saw her lips and her slit against the panties, the
smells, aromas and scents her sexuality gave off, embedding
themselves, coating themselves into the material, he even fantasised
ripping her panties off and smelling them, smelling her pussy, the
stronger, richer original smell as opposed to his fetish, he wondered
what it would be like to taste her…….that image alone was
powerful enough to make him ejaculate in his trousers.

Nowhere,
no one was safe, his passion had become intense, with him every
second, his aunts, Selma and patty had on numerous occasions had
theirs sampled, his friends mothers Luanne Van outen all had fallen
victim to his needs, or rather their underwear had. None though, none
brought him as much pleasure as his mothers, it was hers he sought
after the most, and fortunately for him, he lived with her so he had
an endless supply, one he intended to use to its fullest. One spring
afternoon they had all once again visited his aunts, in the car on
the way their he shook and trembled with anticipation, aching to feel
his hands in the basket, rummaging through the dirty clothes waiting
until he had hold of those slinky little numbers they hid beneath
there drab clothes.

A
good thing about this visit was they kept their laundry basket in
their bedrooms as opposed to the bathroom like they did, this made
the task more difficult to achieve, adding to the overall excitement
and eventual triumph when completed, the prospect of being caught
undesirable but the risk higher in this house, he listened to his
fathers moans of disapprovement having to go here, he disliked the
pair of them, and he knew they equally disliked him. Maggie wasn’t
with the rest of the family, she was off with parents of another
child her age visiting a new play facility recently opened in the
city. It had been odd to see his mother part with maggie, of the
three of them, she was the one who invariably stayed with his mother.
He grinned, at the moment her underwear was probably the safest, the
contents she filled into them were…..well lets just say not what
his fetish required.

About
ten minutes from their aunts house they passed an open field, a large
sign erected near the gate pronounced the attraction of ponies and
horses with offers of free rides and feeds, lisa went insane……begging
her mother and father or anyone who would listen to stop, just for a
short while. Marge said she had promised they would all visit today
for dinner and visit they would, bart was sure he could actually hear
the click of a light bulb as the idea entered his fathers head. don’t
worry sweet heart, when we arrive we’ll stay a little while and I
will gladly bring you back here for a while, bart knew this idea was
not to appease lisa it was simply a selfish plan of his own to get
out of the house, he smiled when he heard his mother grunt at homer
and give him her look. Out numbered two to one though she knew she
would be wasting her time arguing, bart smiled more as the
realisation the odds of him getting caught doing what he knew he was
going to do, destined to do were reduced as two possible problems
were taken out of the equation.

The
house loomed as they pulled onto the drive, bart was sweating now,
the sun was warm but the sweat certainly wasn’t from that, he knew
this problem was getting worse and he knew he would have to find
someway to cure it or control it……but not today, he looked up to
the bedroom as they walked to the front door, the bedroom which
held what he required, what he would soon have. They made there
greetings as they entered the house, the grunts offered and accepted
by his aunts and father of the usual kind, bart went into the front
room and watched the tv, his aunts had kindly put on itchy and
scratchy, it helped relive the desires but only barely….he was
addicted, and he needed his fix.

Bart
sat on the sofa with lisa and watched the tv, they both stared at the
tv but neither of them watched it, Lisa’s head was full of ponies
and horse and galloping, cantering and jumping, swishing tails and
saddles, barts…..well barts head was full of panties. The adults
talked or rather babbled about what they were going to do, the events
happened just like this.

After the ramblings,
marge had said she would wander down to the farm and watch after
preparing the meal, the walk would do her good, homer and lisa had
already planned to leave shortly by car, Selma had decided she wanted
to go too and would join them in the car much to homers disbelief and
despair, and finally patty she said she would stay behind but might
join a little later, bart simply kept quiet hoping no one would ask
him or suggest to him anything…..they didn’t.

Homer,
Selma and lisa were gone, patty left the house and went into the back
garden, bart kept very quiet and slipped up the stairs and waited
quivering with excitement for his mother to leave, she did after
about fifteen minutes content with the fact patty would look after
bart, unfortunately, patty in the back garden now, drooling over the
well muscled form of Willie the school groundskeeper was unaware of
anything going on outside this little world containing her…..willie
and a selection of toys she had in her bedroom. Five minutes down the
road, marge simply stopped walking, she smiled, the road was long and
clear, nothing there, a thought entered her head and made her turn
and walk back to the house, it was empty, patty had obviously gone to
the farm with bart, she had the house to herself, ever since she had
listened to patty talk and brag about her….TOYS.. She had been
curious….especially about one which patty mentioned.

Patty
walked, in fact she almost jogged back to the house, her heart racing
her body aching and twitching for right behind her was willie, and
they were going to have a fine time…..his body was tight, firm and
strong….she knew, they had done this on several occasions, she
didn’t understand half of what he said, but what he did…..baby!!!

Bart had heard the door
close, the house was empty, it was quiet…..he smiled yet still
waited, waited for any noise to spoil the thoughts going through his
mind and plans…..there were none save those from outside, his
twitching cock already swelling in anticipation as he stood and made
his way over to patty’s bedroom.

Marge
entered the front door, it was unlocked, she strode silently into the
house her ears tuned for any noise, it was quiet…..very quiet, she
smiled, she was alone, now……those toys, she made her way to the
stairs.

Bart
had a pair of knickers crimpled in his hand, he was breathing deeply,
breathing patty’s aroma in, his cock was out of his shorts, his
hand firmly gripping it, gently rubbing it as he let his sensations
funnel through his body, then he heard a sound, his heart skipped a
beat, he turned his head quickly like a shot in the direction of the
noise, then with fear in his eyes he looked around the room, panic
stricken almost he saw the doors to the built in wardrobes, like a
flash he ran to the louvered doors and snatched them open, slipping
inside and closing it behind him, just in time it would appear as he
heard the bedroom door open behind him, bart instantly held his
breath, he looked down, there was plenty of room before him, nothing
to step on to give his hiding position away, clothes and bags and
boxes were either side of him, carefully and ever so quietly he
stepped into the clothes and lowered himself into the other clothes
and things on the floor, becoming almost completely hidden with the
objects around him.

There
was rummaging noises from the bedroom, who had come home early, who
had come back and chose to come into the bedroom at that moment, had
everyone left the house, he had been sure they had, questions rolled
around his head, but there was only one sure way of finding out, as
he got his breathing back, and his nerves settled as he finally
accepted he had got away with it and hadn’t been caught, he slipped
his hands over the items before him, he intended to look through the
slats of the louver doors, discover who had almost caught him, who
was making the noises now.

Marge
entered the bedroom…..empty as she had hoped, as she had decided
upon hearing no noises. She stood there scanning, where would……her
eyes fell upon the drawers of the dresser, she strolled over to them,
opening each and feeling around the back until she came to the bottom
drawer then she touched something. She stopped, it caused her to
smiled, her hands slipped around its girth, there was no mistaking
it. Her eyes opened wide with shock and a small gasp emitted from her
mouth as she withdrew the object. It was thick, firm and quite heavy,
well not heavy but felt heavier than something of equal size. It was
pink and bent towards the end slightly like a banana. The twist
bottom was the control which turned when more speed, more vibration
was required, marge held in her hand the latest of sex toys which
vibrated swirled and jolted like the real thing, it even felt……real.
At the end was a smaller protruding nub….thingy which when the
device was fully inserted gave clitoral stimulation.

Unhygienic
was a word which slipped into her head, only because of the
intentions she had for this device, she was soaking wet through, her
stomach tingled with pleasure and her pussy ached to have this
inserted into it, was it, would it be clean, surely patty had used
it, then she noticed something on the dresser, a tub of similar
colour, there in full open view was a cream which when applied acted
not only as a lubricant but as a cleaner an antibacterial ensuring
the user it was safe a clean to use…..right on view, but then again
that was usually the best place to hide something. She was to
excited, to curious to read the instructions on the device or
apparently its accompanying cream, she simply removed the lid, took a
portion on her fingers and completely covered the vibrator with it,
her hands and fingers feeling the ripples and nodules along its
shaft, this act alone increased her arousal, the oily slippery feel,
the hundreds of bumps and ripples running through her hands and
fingers, it felt even more real now, her eyes were closed, then she
turned the twist bottom and heard and felt the slow thrum through her
hand.

She
sat on the bottom of the bed and let the slow and low vibrations run
through her hands and excite her body, she looked at her reflection
in the mirror, what was she doing….she was in her sisters bedroom
holding and intending to use her vibrator…..she felt
naughty……excited……aroused….it was patty’s own fault, she
had talked and bragged about it so much it had been on marges mind
for days, wondering what it felt like, what it would feel
like….inside her. Somebody else’s though….normally she wouldn’t
have entertained it, especially something of this nature, but it was
her sister, how different could they be……and she had been
thinking about it for so long now, especially today….she had come
to this point and didn’t really care, she turned the switch a
little more, her mouth dropped open with delight as she heard the
noise and felt the vibrations increase. She lowered it and let the
tip touch her upper thigh, the dress offered no resistance to the
vibrations as she would have expected, the vibrations coursed through
her, her already excited pussy screamed for it to be touched……she
slightly moved the vibrator and did what her body asked, the almost
electric like sensations which hit her brought a sigh from her mouth.

The
sensations were fantastic, her eyes fluttered, the setting was still
very low and the tip was touching her pubis imagine what it would
feel like she thought, she turned it higher and lowered the thing at
the same time, the vibrations penetrated her dress and thin material
panties and waves of pleasure washed over her, her nostrils flared
and she bit her lip, as her eyes began to close she saw her
reflection in the mirror disappearing as she lowered herself on to
the bed, he legs opening allowing the vibrator to slip between them
and nestle on her pussy, she felt it on her lips, she felt her lips
part, the already soaking slit opening, she moaned and her free hand
pressed the vibrator, feeling its hardness touch and press her
clitoris, she gasped and opened her legs more, raising her knees
slightly, altering the position of her body, then she heard a noise,
it was at the back of her mind, she was almost not of this world, a
second or two later and she would have completely ignored it, but a
button must have been pressed, marge became very alert and she sat
up. The noise again, this time with……muffled laughter, she
slipped quickly from the bed and looked around in a state of
panic….she saw some doors and made for hem.

Patty
and Willie entered the house in each others arms, the only noises
were the ones as they breathed heavily through their noses as there
passionate kiss became more intense. She felt his hard fell defined
muscles through his shirt, the curve of his back, his buttocks, his
trim waist, she couldn’t get enough of him, she wanted to devour
him, she felt the six pack he sported, the ripples well formed and
solid, he was indeed a sight to behold naked and she was going to see
it again, thoughts of her toys slipped from her mind, she just wanted
to feel his hard cock inside her, ramming her pounding her, she was
soaking wet through with anticipation. She felt his hands caress her
body as they kissed, her breasts squeezed gently and firmly as they
in unison moved into the house and towards the stairs, she could feel
the prominent bulge in his trousers press and rub against her as they
walked or rather stumbled up the stairs, god she wanted to fuck him,
at the top they nearly fell into a heap on the floor such was their
excitement, patty laughed, willie simply stared at her with hungry
eager eyes, she could see I his eyes what he had in mind for her.

They
almost fell into the bedroom, muffled noises from their mouths as
they still kissed and moans as they fell onto the waiting bed, there
hands all over each other, opening buttons, pulling at clothing,
struggling with clasps and buckles in their eagerness to undress each
other, she felt her bra slipped over her breasts, felt the rough
tough hands touch and grab her, her nipples solid she groaned, she
fumbled with his zipper, finally lowering it, her hand darting inside
and taking the hard throbbing prize, she gasped at his hardness,
clothes were pulled, removed and flung, gasps and moans filled the
room until finally they were naked in each others arms, there mouths
firmly pressed together, their tongues in each others mouths, the end
result…….a mass of writhing flesh.

Bart
had watched his mother, what was she doing back home, more to the
point what was she doing in aunt patty’s bedroom and what was she
looking for. He watched as she searched the drawers, it seemed as he
watched her become still, she had found it, barts mouth dropped as he
saw her withdraw the item, he knew exactly what it was, he wasn’t
stupid, had his mother mistakenly found it…….or had se been
searching for it. He heard it as she switched it on, then slowly in
total disbelief he watched her as she started to use it, the fetish,
once a constant thought on his mind night and day was suddenly
vanquished, he stared dumb founded as he watched his mother begin
pleasuring herself with the toy, the vibo. The panties, still curled
in his hand a distant memory, new ones being formed with every minute
he watched her, watched as she touched herself, watched as she lay
back on the bed, watched as her legs opened and from the sounds she
was making touching herself up.

Bart
saw his mother instantly become alert, he had heard the noise too,
what the hell was going on, everyone was supposed to be out. In a
heart stopping instant he saw her slip from the bed, saw her as he
had done start looking around, he knew before she did she was going
to select the same place he did, like a cat he moved stealthily back
to his hiding place and just in time too as the door opened and sure
enough saw his mothers legs come into view. He watched as her shaking
hands held the vibo and saw as she deftly switched the thing off.
There was silence for a moment, then the room was filled with other
noises. Bart knew for the moment, the occupants of the room would
remain nameless to him, he couldn’t move to see or his mother would
find him, not that he really had anything to hide or be ashamed of
after what he had just seen. Unless one made a noise or spoke and
gave away to him through recognition who they were he was going to
have to sit it out.

He
smiled as he tightened his grip on his prize, carefully he brought it
back to his nose and inhaled quietly. He saw his mothers legs, her
thighs and some of her waist, he wondered what delights the smells of
her panties would hold now after what she had been doing would hold.
He imagined the lips, parted, juices spilling out, soaking the
panties, he wished upon wished he had them in his hands now, had them
pressed firmly to his face inhaling and smelling his mothers fresh
sexuality. His cock was still out and it felt harder than ever,
almost to the point of uncomfatableness, he held it and rubbed back
and forth slowly, every breath and every movement done in silence.
Then he almost gasped, his mother who was obviously watching the on
goings of the room, squatted. He could see her face quite clearly, he
eyes focused and intent on the bedroom, the occupants and whatever
they were doing.

Bart
felt his heart beat, which was banging in his chest would be heard,
he stared at her, she was so close, she need only look in his
direction and he would be seen, he dare not move a muscle, his hand
still clutching patty’s panties remained near his nose, his cock
still in his hand would also be clearly in view. He was completely
motionless, he guessed even the slightest motion would be spotted,
his only chance was the events in the bedroom were enough to keep his
mothers attention fixated. As he watched however, he soon noticed,
the events in the bedroom were having more of an effect on his mother
than mere fixation.

Bart
heard the vibrator switched back on, the noise was subtle but
definitely there, the noises from the bedroom would easily hide this
noise, unless you happen to be close enough….and he certainly was,
then he saw his mother touch herself again, just the tip of the
vibrator at the very top of her thighs, obviously trying to touch her
intimate parts but her squatting position making that very difficult,
bart had to suppress a cough of shock and delight as she resolved the
problem by simply opening her legs again and sliding the vibrator up
her skirt and press onto her panties. He recognised them though he
had never seen them so perfectly formed and wrapped around her pussy.
He had sniffed them on numerous occasions or ones similar, he wished
he was sniffing them now….while she still wore them.

With
complete attention, he watched open mouthed, his body trembled with
excitement and delight, his hand gripping his hard bulging and
throbbing cock as he saw the tip of the vibo being rubbed along the
length of the gusset, he could see the definition of her lips as she
pressed the vibo in slightly, the slit opening as she ran it back and
forth, dribbles of spittle ran down his chin as he stared. He had no
interest in the panties he held, the noises coming from the bedroom
or the two occupants making them, his attention was for the first
time in his life completely taken by the events taking place two feet
away. He could hear his mothers breathing, it had become more
pronounced, her actions and the sights she was witnessing were really
arousing her, this all added to barts arousal, he trembled more, his
heart raced yet his sight was completely fixed, he felt like he was
going to blow his load as he saw slowly before his eyes his mothers
panties become darker and darker in the spot she rubbed as her juices
flowed and were soaked up, what he would give to have them in his
hand….NOW.

Then
things intensified a little more, he saw as the vibo moved upwards,
from the wet patch, higher and higher, ever so slowly, then
down….INSIDE…her panties, her breathing increased as it lowered,
bart watched the outline of the vibo through her panties as she
slowly rubbed it against her naked flesh, his minds eye imagining the
toy becoming wet and slippery with her juices, her lips parting,
sliding along the smooth shaft of the vibrator, the rapid mechanical
movements causing the flesh to quiver, the darker inner flesh
rippling, he imagined her clitoris shuddering under the soft touch
yet purposeful intent, he watched, taking in all, watched as his
mother slowly brought herself to orgasm, he saw her face tense, her
jaw tighten, her nostrils flaring as she suppressed the noises she
obviously so longed to do, then, he saw her eyes close and a
softening, a relaxing of her body, bart smiled as he imagined the
trickle of juices as they emerged from the dark wet hole of her pussy
as she came.

Her
eyes opened, a relief seemed to pass over her, it was quite visible,
still she watched, two feet away bart watched, watched as she moved
from her squat position, watched as she lowered herself to the floor,
she sat there, her eyes never once leaving the show before her, bart
still uninterested in what had her attention, he had his own sights
to watch. Things were getting better and better for him, he watched
as the vibo was slipped from her panties, he looked at it, it was as
he imagined it to be, shinny, glistening with her juices, bart wanted
so much in the world to slip it into his mouth, not as a phallic
device but merely as the tool which contained the oils and juices of
his mothers pussy, her legs opened wide, barts eyes opened more, her
free hand slipped her panties to the side, bart had seen his mother
naked on a few occasions, from a distance as she was in the shower or
bedroom, never though had he seen her this close, this intimate,
never had he seen her womanly delights so close, her lips, now full
and swollen with arousal, shaven, smooth and puffy, her slit, open,
revealing the darker flesh, the wet insides, the vaginal opening,
still quivering with the last orgasm, the small patch of hair rustled
as the vibrator passed through it, her lips parted as easily the
torpedo shape parted water before it, the soft hum from the device
altering as he watched her hand move, the tip stopping, the back
rising, barts mouth quivered as he saw the tip enter his mother, her
lips widening to accept it, her vagina opening welcoming the toy in
her, then the length was gone, her fingers remaining to hold the butt
of the toy as she slid the entire length in her.

He
watched the flesh on her behind and thighs quivering as her body
fought to keep the moans within her, they bucked slightly onto the
vibrator, then he watched as she slowly slid it out, its entire
length coated with her slimy, slippery juices, the glistened as
before in the light. Bart nearly choked as he saw her slide towards
him, his eyes opened in terror as he thought he would be discovered.
Thankfully, as before her eyes never once left the scene before her,
he watched her slither her body until she was lying on her back, her
legs were still open wide, they had actually passed either side of
him and though he was still behind the small collection of objects in
patty’s wardrobe he was literally between his mothers open legs, a
mere stretch of his hand……..and he could touch her.

Marge
didn’t know how she managed to make it into the wardrobe un noticed
but she had, and she was thankful, she recognised patty’s laughter
but was unsure of her companion, when she saw it was Willie she was
surprised. They were really into each other, marge watched her heart
still racing from shock as they kissed, fell onto the bed and watched
as they not only removed each others clothing but near enough ripped
it off. Before her eyes she watched as the pair of them became naked,
writhing and touching ach other, she saw Willie’s well formed well
muscled body, she smiled, she liked it, much better than homers,
unformed un toned flabby body, his cock, hard and very pronounced
looked bigger because of his flat tum, but on the whole he was no
bigger really than homer, but it looked very very hard.

She
stared at it for ages, she saw patty’s hand slip onto it and her
fingers grasp it, watched as she eagerly pumped it up and down,
watched as her legs opened accepting Willie’s hand, her moans told
marge he had hit the spot. Minutes passed, marge watched the passion
unfold before her, watched as her sister gave head to another man,
watched as she received likewise from him, she was becoming more and
more excited, wetter, she felt her inner thighs shaking, felt the
juices pouring from her trembling pussy, she felt the twist bottom on
the vibrator, she listened as she turned it slowly, this was far too
good an opportunity to resist yet she didn’t want to get caught.
She felt the thrum through her fingers yet decided the speed was good
enough, not as fast as she would have liked but that would only have
increased the noise and increased the chances of her being heard and
caught, this setting would have to do.

It
was as she was watching her sister receiving head she touched
herself, she watched as her sister legs and buttocks left the bed,
the moans of pleasure Willie was giving her marge decided she needed
more, though this was nice, the vibrations touching her, it wasn’t
enough, she wanted more, she needed to feel it in the right places,
she lowered, squatted, still sure she could see what was happening,
she had been right, the play, as it were, before her, the scene from
a porno, her very own show was still very visible, she was lower but
her view though altered was no less as good, the sensations she got
from the vibrator though, now she could touch herself better, more
intimately in the correct places was ten fold better.

She
watched still, the couple before her, her arousal higher than she had
had in years, the perversion of it, like a peeping tom, a voyeur all
adding to the feel of naughtiness, sluttiness, she was watching her
sister about to be fucked whilst she hid in the wardrobe watching and
playing with herself, she wanted so much to turn the thing to its
highest setting and plunge it deep into her wet gaping quivering
aching pussy, she moved it up and slid it down her panties, the feel
of the thing, the texture on her shaking skin was more intense, as it
touched her slit she felt her stomach quiver, felt the bubblings of
an orgasm as it began to build, she felt her lips quiveringly part as
she lowered still, then willie moved from between patty’s legs, he
slid up her body, marge imagined in her mind as she watched and
guessed from patty’s reaction that he had entered her, imagined as
she slid the vibrator into herself that it was Willie’s hard cock
sliding into her.

She
was lay down know, she didn’t recall lying down but she was, her
legs were wide, she still had a pretty good view, she imagined the
cock which was inside patty, sliding in and out of her was her it was
fucking, the vibrator was shuddering inside her, she was lost, her
mind was elsewhere, she watched his muscular frame rise up and down,
his firm behind plough down into patty and her moans and groans of
delight, marge mimicked the rhythm Willie’s body was performing
with the sliding of the vibrator in and out of her, she was hot, hot
all over, her body was screaming she wanted to scream herself but
that was out of the question, her nipples were hard, they were solid,
she liked her nipples rubbed, she saw Willie rubbing patty’s and
wished again it was her, she positioned the vibrator inside her so
the clitoral stimulation was where it should be, touching and buzzing
on her aroused erect clitoris, then she slid her hands up to her
waiting breasts and caressed them.

Bart,
still with dribble running down his mouth stared in disbelief at his
mothers crotch, it was less than a foot away from him, he could see
her slinky panties still to the side, the vibrator keeping them
there, it was deep inside her, he could see her spread lips wrapped
around its buzzing shaft making the fit look perfect, dribbles of
juices were seeping from her, he could smell her, smell her sex, her
musty, musky smell, the juices, the cum…he could smell his mothers
cunt. He glanced at her hands as they rose up her body, he saw her
nipples pressing out erect through the dress, them n an instant he
saw her breasts and hard nipples exposed as she pulled the top of her
dress down and began caressing and squeezing herself, rubbing her
nipples……if she could only see her son was a foot away………

The
noise, the smell, the moment, bart saw his shaking hand…..saw it
reaching out…..it had a mind of his own, he didn’t want to do
this….well he did but he felt as if he wasn’t in control, closer
and closer it got to the vibrator….he saw it moving not only from
its own motions but from his mothers soft grinding of hips as she
mimicked the fuck motions….bart guessed she was watching the couple
fucking in the bedroom, he wondered if she was imagining herself
being fucked……then he felt the rough, ridged texture of the
plastic buzzing switch at the bottom of the vibrator……his fingers
felt the buzz go through him, he took more of a hold of it, felt it
buzzing inside his mother, it felt firm within her, he watched her
face…..she was too intent still on watching and probably
fantasying…..to intent to noticed the vibrator had been taken hold
of….to intent when bart slipped it out of her slightly, then slid
it back in…..with each minute or so, bart was pulling it out a
little further before slipping it back in until he was actually
fucking his mother with the toy……she was bucking and grinding her
hips onto it as if it was all part of the toys normal actions……he
noticed however she was no longer staring at the bedroom, her eyes
were closed and she was just enjoying what was happening to her.

Bart
had been right, marge didn’t notice it slide out a little, or back
in…she didn’t notice as her mind was telling her that was what
was already happening, but it wasn’t a toy it was willie….she was
imagining him fucking her, as the vibrator slid out further, then
back in, slowly becoming more like a fuck….marge just didn’t
register, she felt it alright but was lost…..lost in her mind….she
was being fucked and this is what it is supposed to feel like.

Barts
eyes darted from his mothers hands which were now mauling her breasts
to her face, her eyes were tightly shut, her bottom lip was being
bitten, her face looked a little flushed, her brow was slightly
sweaty and she was breathing heavily through her nose, he looked at
his hand, firmly gripping the toy, sliding it back and forth into her
pussy, the wetness of her virginal opening which gripped the sides of
the vibo looking like it was leaking such was the amount of juices
she was producing, her labia, puffy and smooth also gripping the toy,
barts fingers on several occasions as he had pushed the toy into her
had touched her……the feeling and sensations which he received
from this merest of glancing touches were incredible…….he dared
to push it in deep and held it there for several seconds just to feel
her smoothness, her warmth…and of course….her juices on his
fingers.

Bart
couldn’t take no more, what could she do, what could she
say…..nothing…..she was here hiding in the wardrobe……fucking
herself with this toy…spying…….what could she say….nothing he
answered himself, he slipped from his hiding position as he felt her
hips buck a little quicker, knowing it was another orgasm coming,
knowing she was now at her most vulnerable…..he slipped between her
open thighs, the vibrator sliding out of her as he pressed on top of
her….on top of his mother. Slowly, her eyes opened…..her head
turned as if in a dream…..she turned to see why the vibrator
sensations had stopped….turned to see what the weight was upon
her…..her eyes met his…..bart saw her stare for a second or two
before the realisation hit her……her eyes opened wide in
shock…..in terror….in panic…..he saw her mouth open…..he
gently and swiftly placed his hand over her mouth and shook his head
in a “no” fashion…then he slipped his aching hard cock into
her…..deep into her.

It
felt hot…..it felt wet….it felt tight……it was the most
incredible feeling he had ever felt, probably ever would feel ever
again in his entire life……deep inside his mother. He felt the
words…..her the muffle as she tried to speak under his hand……felt
the grunt as he pushed further into her….as deep as he could…..her
eyes fluttered and he saw the eye balls rise and roll before her lids
closed…he felt her sigh……sigh with pleasure……he withdrew
and eased in again……then again…….then again…quickening, the
strokes becoming more purposeful……harder…..his hand moved from
her mouth….if she would stop him now it would have been worth
it….she could never….no one could ever take away the fact from
him that he had had his cock inside her….deep inside her and had
begun fucking her….that would be with them both forever….whatever
the outcome. His hand rested on the floor for support and still he
continued to fuck her.

Willie’s
body was faster, he was pumping himself harder into patty, marge
watched as patty raised her body to meet his, eager for the
sensations of his hard cock to slide into her, her moans, marge heard
her moans filling the room, she felt the vibrator within her increase
its speed, felt it slide in and out if her faster, she felt the
softness of her breasts beneath her hands, felt her hard nipple, she
still didn’t register that the vibrator couldn’t do what it was
doing without her help…she simply enjoyed it. Then it was gone, she
had felt it slide out……..confusion……then she felt a
weight…..not a heavy weight but an added weight on her, her head
turned……there was someone there…..someone in here with her……she
looked….she looked at the small face…..the familiar face…….then
like a ton of bricks it hit her……BART…..oh my god……she
wanted to call out but she felt his hand slide onto her mouth….then
she felt…..felt the vibrator slip back in…….no not the
vibrator……the sensations coursed through her again as her aching
pussy was refilled,.

Ohh
god she thought…..no she thought as she realised what it was that
was filling her again…..not the vibrator…….but bart…..bart
was filling her…..barts cock was inside her……his mother….her
son…..her young son…….barts young……hard…..BIG!!! Cock was
inside her…..it felt good, it felt hard it felt hot, it was the
real thing inside her….not a plastic toy….it felt better than the
toy……marge moaned….she felt her eyes close as she took in the
full sensations….the full satisfying sensations as his cock…her
sons cock filled her….then……felt him as he began to fuck her.
It was….odd, she obviously knew what fucking felt like but this was
different, the thought it was her sons cock in her was…mind blowing
really, everything seemed heightened, everything felt better or was
it just because he was better….

Bart
had moved his hand, would she now stop him, there didn’t seem any
resistance from her, she could easily over power him if she wished,
he continued to slide deeply in and out of her, it felt so good, so
very good, hot wet and tight, her vaginal walls contracting against
his shaft then she shifted, instead of as he expected to be moved off
and out of her, he felt himself slide deeper into her, her legs rose
and bent up beside him, she was pushing her arse up, pushing herself
up to meet him, she wanted him inside her, a moan slipped from her
mouth, her arms wrapped around him and she pulled him towards her,
holding him, her mouth close to his head, he was fucking his mother
and she wanted him to…..he increased the strength of the thrusts,
pushing faster, he could hear the vibrator still buzzing on the floor
beside them, his free hands moved up and took her breasts and
squeezed…he was lost now, in his own thoughts……he was in
heaven.

Bart
heard her moans and heavy breathing in his ear, the pent up tension
she had within her from suppressing herself before was coming out,
she couldn’t or didn’t want to hold back now, she was moaning and
grunting, yes yes yes she whimpered into his ear…oh god bart im
coming…..she tightened her grip on him, he could feel her pussy
tightening to, felt her stomach tightening, then her body stiffened
and he felt her…he could feel her shuddering, grunting as she came,
he had brought his mother to an orgasm….this was like a dream…his
fears for his own impending orgasm earlier were now gone, he didn’t
want to come, not yet anyway…..he just wanted to fuck…..he could
hear his skin slapping against hers as he thrust forward, hear her
moan as he slammed deep into her…….everything else was
forgotten……this was all that mattered.

It
was Willie who first heard something….he didn’t know what but
something caught him….he was really thrusting into patty……he
was filled with pleasure and lust, he could tell she was……they
were like animals when they got going but something had nagged at
him……..he didn’t know what….he heard it again….suddenly he
stopped, his breathing heavy, her breathing heavy…..he had heard
something over the noises they were making and now, as her eyes were
open looking at him…pleading….he saw she had noticed something
too. Suddenly he felt very vulnerable, he was naked and it was a
feeling he didn’t like, he liked to be in control….liked to be
sure, but he …..felt something. The noise came again, and they both
jerked quickly, patty rolled to her side and grabbed the sheet
pulling it to her, aware of her own nakedness now, they both looked
in the direction of the wardrobe….there eyes fixed on it…the
noise…the noise they both heard was coming from there.

Patty
whispered, barely audible but willie heard it, the wardrobe, there is
someone in the wardrobe….they….they must have been watching
us…..the noises again, moans, definitely moans, willie slipped
quietly off the bed and tentatively walked over to the wardrobe, he
was slightly bent over, his hands between his thighs hiding or at
least attempting to hide possibly protect his manhood. The noises
were more clear now, they were definitely moans, slowly he opened the
door and peered in, what he saw shocked him, he froze staring at the
sight before him, marges hair was instantly recognisable….it was
the first thing he saw so the first thing he recognised….marge
simpson was in the wardrobe….she had been watching them. Then he
noticed her breasts…..strange thought popped into his head then, he
compared them to patty’s and judged them to be better, then he
noticed the hands on them…..the small hands……saw as they
caressed and squeezed, his mouth dropped as he saw the top of the
small head…..again instantly recognisable. Then the full picture
before him hit him like a sledge hammer…..bart simpson was fucking
marge simpson….his mother…..her son in his wardrobe.

The
shock was still on his face as he turned to look at patty, she
frowned, slowly as he turned back to look she followed him and peered
around him, her jaw dropped too, she pulled open the other door. The
two engrossed bodies were unaware of the doors open, unaware of the
two sets of eyes now watching them….completely and utterly lost
within their own actions they blissfully continued fucking while
patty and willie watched. Patty couldn’t understand from the scene
before her how it could possibly have happened, she saw the
vibrator….saw it shuddering slightly and she knew it was on, saw
the slimy juices on it and knew it had been used….then her
sister….her nephew…how could they…….why were they in here,
how could they have started this….she simply watched….and
strangely found it arousing.

Willie
noticed the snatch of blue hair between marges thighs, darker than
patty’s he also saw her shaven lips and smiled, something he had
always liked though yet to experience, he wanted or meant to ask
patty if she was up for it….then he saw barts shaft sliding in and
out between the shaven lips, forcing them apart….his eye brows
raised…he was certainly well endowed for a young boy, he felt envy
and jealousy and…..arousal…this was kinky….exciting….he
wondered how patty was feeling about this.

Tight….hot….wet…those
were the words going through barts mind, he heard her moans, heard
her heavy breathing, she was pulling him closer, he was doing this to
her, he was arousing her, it exited him more that was, he was too
concerned with this to notice the door open. Marge couldn’t believe
how good he felt inside her, he was big, he filled her, his thrusts
and rhythm were…….perfect, she couldn’t help but get more
excited, she felt her stomach warming…her son…..her young son was
going to bring her to an orgasm and it was going to be a big one, her
legs were still raised, she felt every inch of him as he pushed into
her…so good…so good, she too never noticed the door open.

Bart
felt beads of sweat on his brow, felt them on his back, he wanted to
look at his mother, wanted to stare at her face as he pummelled into
her, he opened his eyes and looked down, her eyes were closed, he
mouth was open and she was breathing heavily and moaning……he saw
her face……perfectly…..no shadows, no darkness, he then saw no
doors, his heart skipped a beat when he saw a pair of feet, then two
his thrusts had slowed as each visual piece of information was taken
in and registered he suddenly came to a halt as he looked up and saw
the bedrooms occupants, previously unknown to him standing
there……watching. Aunt patty and …willie!! He gasped, the gasp
opened marges eyes, that and the sudden stop in what they were doing,
she instantly saw the reversal of roles as it was now her being
watched, she gasped too.

Fright,
terror filled her, she wriggled, moving her arms up to hide her naked
breasts, bart still inside her, then as he wriggled and gasped he
slid out of her, marge moved as best she could, scurried backwards
away from the two watchers, her hand slipping down pushing her dress
to hide also her nether regions. To willie it was quite amusing, he
didn’t laugh of course but he was smiling, bart was cowering both
his hands trying in vain to hide his erection, his small hands made a
futile effort as his engorged cock was to big for them, the glistens
of the juices from his mothers pussy evident, the amount of thick
oily slime on his cock showing her obvious heightened arousal, marge
her hand covering her breasts…..not well though one still exposed
showing her large erect nipples…the scene aroused willie more…..and
he stood three his cock proud and hard and made no attempt to hide
it.

There
was a tangible atmosphere, an unbearable silence for a few minutes,
marges eyes full of fear, shock and embarrassment darted from patty
to willie, still trying to hide herself, bart was pushed up against
the wall also trying to hide himself though he couldn’t be seen
facially as he was behind clothes. Willie turned to patty and spoke
quietly enough so only she could hear, what do you think…..silence
for a few seconds, I don’t honestly know she said, willie
continued, you may not like me for this but….to be honest…..it
turned me the hell on, pattys eyes shot to his and she stared, then
her eyes lowered and she said, me too, your jokin replied willie, no
she said, really. Well perhaps…..we should have some fun he said,
she looked at him again, what do you mean……I don’t rellly know
he said its not as if this is planned, errrr, just follow my lead.

Willie
turned back to marge and bart, they hadn’t moved though marge had
brought her knees up and she had covered her top half, he smiled,
silly really he thought as her dress didn’t cover her thighs and
gusset, her panties were still pulled to the side, she had tried to
hide herself and instead exposed more, he stared for a seconf at the
two shaven lips shinning with the juices still oozing from them, he
stepped forward and lowered to her face, gently and quietly speaking,
marge, we wont say anything believe me, he offered his hand, she
looked at him, he could tell from her face and eyes she was ashamed
and still scared, she took his hand and stood, her free hand pulled
her dress back as best she could and again tried to hide herself, as
she stood and walked towards willie as he pulled her from the
wardrobe, she looked at patty and then lowered her gaze. Patty smiled
but doubted marge saw it, you go in and speak to bart, keep them
separate, what do I say she whispered, I don’t really know he said,
he winked…..improvise he said then raised his eye brows several
times and smiled, she grinned.

Willie
lead marge to the bed and she sat, he looked at patty as she stepped
into the wardrobe still dragging the sheet with her, protecting
herself, he sat opposite marge and looked at her. This is….awkward
he said, she smiled bashfully and looked down, I cant believe you
were in there watching us…..he looked up, I wasn’t in there to
spy on you she said…I…. why were you, she stammered then went
silent, come on he beckoned, I, I was, well I came in here and err,
got one of patty’s toys. I saw it he said, it was well used….he
smiled as he saw her blush, he was getting a kick out of this….was
it good, she looked at him, sensing he was playing with her, don’t
she said, just curious, you never struck me as……as what she said,
one to use toys he replied. Im not…usually, or normally she said it
was the first time, and bart he added, that she said took me by
surprise, he must have been in there already…..and….seen
me…..before I knew what was happening……it turned me and patty
on he said……she looked at him.

Patty
knelt, low enough so she could see barts face, he looked away, don’t
be embarrassed she said, ohh was his reply, why not, well she
said….you saw us didn’t you, he looked at her, no as a matter of
fact I didn’t, oh replied patty how come….because I was….I was
over there, he said pointing to the side of the wardrobe, and
couldn’t see anything, patty sensed he was getting agitated,
possibly annoyed due to his embaressment from being caught she tried
to be more calm with her voice, ok ok she said but what was you
doing….with, well your mom, perhaps in hindsight she wouldn’t
have asked the question…but she had and it was too late, he looked
at her and she could see the anger and aggitation and heard it in his
voice……I he said was obviously fucking her, her mouth opened and
she said nothing, she wondered what willie wanted, what she was
supposed to do…..perhaps she was doing something wrong.

Bart
moved forward and knelt, he removed his hands, I watched her he
said…..I sneaked in hear to smell YOUR panties he said low and
calm, then mom came in…she had sneaked in hear to use YOUR
vibrator, then you came in heat to be obviously fucked by willie, she
got off on it, and used the vibrator more, she lay and slid it in
her….he moved forward slightly, she was sliding it back and forth
into her et pussy as she watched you two fuck….then I moved in and
I fucked HER…. Patty heard every word, every word was said low,
calm and crystal, though she wasn’t watchig his face, her eyes were
fixed on the proud…hard and thick throbbing cock which pointed and
twitched in her direction, it was huge, or at least appeared huge on
his small frame, closer he shuffled, closer his bobbing cock moved to
her, she couldn’t move, she simply knelt there looking at
him….looking at his cock.

Willie
leaned forward and marge instinctively leaned away, yes marge he
said….we were turned on by what we saw….you were also wernt you,
turned on that is, with the vibrator and what me and patty were
doing, marge looked away and didn’t speak…look at me marge he
said, slowly her head turned to him and she looked, well he
urged…y..y..yes she stuttered, I could tell he smiled, the amount
of shall we say fluids on the vibrator…..marge bit her lip…..you
enjoyed watching us didn’t you, her head nodded slowly in
agreement…it turned you on…..her eyes staring at him as she
nodded again, slowly he reached out and took her arms, a little
pressure and she complied….her arms moved to her sides exposing her
breasts to him again…this time for his pleasure.

Marge
felt like she was not in control of her body, she felt willies rough
skinned hands slip onto her breasts, her still erect aroused and hard
nipples were rubbed, she inhaed sharply and again her eyes fluttered,
he was speaking to her but she didn’t hear him….then she felt
herself being lay down……..she felt the hands softly and gently
caressing her breasts……again her arousal levels began to
rise…..she couldn’t stop him, she didn’t want to, she seemed to
be under a kind of spell, stay there marge she heard…..I want and I
think you want that toy again……you want to use it like you were
before……when you were watching me and patty….when you were
watching me fuck her….fuck her hard and good…………..yes she
whispered.

Patty
was aroused, very aroused, willie had done as good a job as
normal…..she was soaking……she had come twice and she had also
witnessed her sister being fucked by her son……more arousal….she
had got the jist of what willie was saying..what he wanted and she
got a buzz from it….it gave her a kick when she had begun but she
had hit a wall……she didn’t know how to carry on….then when
she had asked the question…when she felt the tables turn and bart
suddenly become in the driving seat….taking control she became
confused and lost….now it was going too far but she couldn’t stop
it….she felt lke a rabbit stuck in oncoming lights. Closer he came
and closer she saw the bulbous head as he neared, she couldn’t take
her eyes from it. She felt hands on her shoulders, had he really got
that close that fast, she felt herself being pushed she went from the
kneeling position to her feet in a squat position her back pressed
against a flat surface, the wall…..the side of the wardrobe, she
didn’t know her eyes remained fixed on his cock.

Things
certainly had turned round….and in such a short time…she had only
been in the wardrobe with him for about three or four minutes, or at
least it felt that long, she tried to muster herself, tried to talk
but nothing, then she felt a tug, no…more of a constant pull, she
felt her fingers opn, felt her grip release on the sheet she still
held….felt the coolness of the room again on her bare flesh,
then…..then hands on her bare flesh…..no she whispered….bart
no…..it didn’t stop…she was looking….she saw the hands on
her…felt them on her but she was still looking past the hands at
his cock…it had her completely transfixed. Then she saw….blue
hair…..her blue hair….his cock seemed close……closer then her
eyes closed and she gasped as she felt his cock touch her, there was
definitely no resistnace from down there, she was still very very
wet….she inhaled as she felt herself being opened……felt his
cock sliding into her…..seemingly endlessly into her….filling
her……ohh god she whispered what are you doing….then she felt
him pressing against her….he was deep inside her, then the
rhythm……in and out….in and out…slowly and purposefully he
eased his cock in and out of her……five minutes ago she had
watched him open eyed in shock and amazement as he had been fucking
her sister…..now it was her he was fucking…..and he was good.

Willie
stepped slowly over to the wardrobe….he still looked at marge…she
hadn’t moved, her eyes were watching him, he was glad she hadn’t
tried to re hide herself, he turned as he guessed he was close,
he bent to get the vibrator, he saw the thing, saw the glistening
juices on it, he smiled….then movement caught his eye……he
turned and froze. Patty was there….she was leaning against the side
of the inner wardrobe…..her sheet, discarded beside her, her
breasts bare and exposed….her thighs open and bart between them,
his small frames movements telling willie he was fucking her, he was
shocked. He had intended to try with marge……but this…..they had
barely been in here five minutes and already bart was fucking his
aunt, HIS woman, he watched, then turned to marge…..she frowned,
realised what must be going on and came over.

Willie
held out his arm, marge stooped under and bent to see, she too was
shocked, but really not surprised. She stared, willie felt……betrayal,
anger but also, and mainly arousal and excitement, especially the
more he stared…..he then looked at marge, she was bent over looking
in, he saw the side of her naked breast as it hung, he moved behind
her, raised her dress, there was no rejection or resistance……willie
smiled, he took hold of the sides of her panties and slid them down,
he cold smell her sex as he bent lower, lowering her panties, he
inhales deeply, kissing then licking her wetness…she stiffened but
still didn’t resist, he stood and slipped his cock easily into her.
She was hot and tight, as tight as patty and she had had three
kids….god she felt good, she groaned, he took the side of her hips
and plunged deep into her, her legs opened. He looked down…..he
grinned broadly as he saw his cock pulling her lips back as he
withdrew, her pussy juices soaked all over his shaft, he thought of
the fat husband he hated him, he was fat and lazy, he smiled as he
watched his cock fucking his wife.

He
saw patty’s hand slide out and grab the side of the wardrobes
frame, saw her hips push up slightly and out to barts quickening
body, he heard her groaning….long and getting louder….he
smiled…..go for it he thought…go for it bart…he watched as
patty’s body shuddered and recognised her moans as bart had brought
her to a powerful orgasm….he smiled…..heaven. Five minutes later
the roles had been reversed, the four had started and were involved
in an orgy…..willie watched bart….bart looked down at patty
and patty and marge looked at each other as both the males took the
females from behind……bart back inside his mother….this was
really surreal to willie…..never in his wildest dreams had he
imagined this and he had some wild dreams, the room was filled with
the girls moans of pleasure, the slaps of bare skin as the boys
thrust deep into the girls eager pussy’s. bart looked at willie and
they smiled at each other, bart then nodded his head to patty, willie
understood and agreed.

Both
slipped out of the girls and exchanged positions, willie re entering
marge for a second time and bart re entering patty, again the room
filled with the girls moaned as they were fucked, willie impressed as
bart bent, slid his hand beneath his girl friends stomach, he knew
what he was doing, he knew when he reached what he was searching for
as patty’s moans changed, they became grunts…..impressed again
was willie as he watched his girlfriend orgasm, brought to yet
another from her nephew, her young nephew, then he felt marge reach
hers. It wasn’t long though before they changed once more, willie
preferred it if he came in patty, after all it was HIS girlfriend and
bart seemed to appreciate that fact, both males groans filled the
room along with the girls, muscles tensed, thrusts quickened, then
willie groaned aloud as he felt his explosion overflow into patty,
then barts grunts as his filled his mother. Sweat poured from all
four, gasps for air replaced the moans as the slapping decreased then
stopped, it had been an experience they all would never forget,
possibly even repeat.

Later
downstairs when everyone had dressed, Selma homer and lisa returned,
they were greeted with questions of their absence, the agreed answer
to such a question was offered by patty when she said they simply
decided to stay at home and enjoy each others company, the answer
seemed accepted but insufficient a reason to leave them alone at the
farm, especially homers facial expression. Willie looked
distastefully at homer, he didn’t mind the bloke knowing he was
disliked though doubted he had the brain power to realise it, he then
looked at his wife, then back the image of his cock sliding into her
repeated over in his mind, he wanted so much to have the ability to
give that image mentally to homer, wanted so much to grab him by his
collar and tell him that he had fucked her and enjoyed it too, and
add the fact he had enjoyed watching his son fuck her too, maybe
another day…..maybe.