Simpsons Porn Story: Camping.

Camping.

Everywhere Bart looked there seemed to be hills, hills upon hills upon hills. He had never seen so much grass in all his life, where had homer brought them. At first it had seemed like a good idea, messing around in forest upsetting the wildlife being a pest late nights stars…but he had been neglected in being told about the carrying and walking. The sack he carried was aching his back like nothing he had felt before, it only contained a little food a sleeping bag torch and apparent other essentials, but bartwas convinced his dad had given him lead articles, that’s what they felt like. the boots were definitely the heaviest in the world, he was going to collapse and soon. “Are wethere yet” he asked hopefully, not that here look any different from over there there or there. Homer sighed, they had walked for ages, he had seen a stream a little ways over the last hill so there was water, here seemed as good a place as any. “Why not” he exclaimed. He was very tired, being the man he had opted to carry the tent and most of the supplies….bad move. He really had to get into shape. To bart his fathers words were music to his ears, before he had even finished the small sentence barts ruck sack was off and he was sat panting on the floor. Bart thought though his father looked worse for wear, red faced and sweating and panting like a dog.

Within fifteen minutes the tent was up and bart was discovering insects within the soil, his father was sat regaining his strength and his mother was busy cooking as best she could their meal, Marge seemed to have weathered the walk the best, she looked tired but it was a welcome break from all the house chores she seemed to do.Considering what she had to work with it was a sumptuous meal and they all sat contented as dusk began to fall. Marge looked at her son, come on bart your already dropping off, make yourself ready for bed. bart groaned and moaned but only out of instinct at being told to go to bed, in reality it was a great idea as he was shattered.In the tent the air was musty, but bart didn’t mind, his clothes were removed and he decided skinny sleeping was the order of the night…mainly because hecouldn’t be bothered looking for his pj’s and he was falling asleep as he stood. Barts sleeping bag was cool but warmed up quickly making him snug, the ground was hardbumpy and unforgiving but as he sighed and closed his eyes he was sure he had never been so comfortable in all his life, then darkness.

Bart knew he had not been asleep long as he was still tired but the noise his father was making trying to get undressed in a tent woke him, though getting dark the lamp they had brought with them cast enough of a mellow glow to see his parents. Barts eyes were barely open, just little slits as he saw his father struggle with his clothing, his mother simply standing there waiting. No way was there enough room for her to be moving around while homer was, after he had finished it was her turn. Bart was about to close his eyes again but for some reason he didn’t. In the glow of the tent bart watched as his mother with far more grace and elegance than his cumbersome dad began taking her clothing off, it was an odd sensation for bart as he watched, he felt himself feeling guilty for watching but also aroused at the same time, the arousal was evident to him as he felt the growing between his thighs. Marge had stripped down to just her bra and panties, the chill in the air made her nipples hard and they pressed the soft material of her bra which offered little resistance, bart stared at the two pointed erect buds. Before she had slipped on her gown, bart had a raging hard on beneath his bag, a hard on from watching his mother undress. Then she removed her panties, skilled it seemed in this art without showing anything of interest and hardly rustling her gown. Then she knelt, unzipped her bag and slipped in between homer and bart. Homer had decided he anted to be close to the opening for air.

Bart touched and slowly rubbed his stiff cock, slower than he normally did, the last thing he needed was for his mother to see the vigorous movements under his bag announcing to her he was jerking off. Bart stopped as he saw her roll from on her back to her side facing him, her breath warm and fresh filling his nostrils. Again darkness as sleep prevailed. Bart was unaware when he awoke again how long he had been asleep or the time, it was quite light as the moonlight lit the inside of the tent quite well. His father was snoring, perhaps that was what it was, he was surprised to feel he still had an erection, not full but more than limp, his hand instinctively went towards it and held it. His mother was facing away from him now.

Images returned of her earlier as she stood before him undressing readying herself for bed, how her clothes fell to the floor, her ample breasts buried beneath the white frilly bra, the nipples, his mothers nipples hardened with the cool air, and the sight of her as she removed her panties. Bart wondered what she looked like naked, was there a big blue hairy bush between her thighs, was it trimmed or was she completely bald, all types he had seen in his fathers issues of play dude, bart found himself thinking of his mother as he caressed and rubbed his rapidly stiffening cock.

Then he thought to himself, he could find out if he was very careful, why not no one would know, he smiled devilishly to himself, no one would no. he slipped his arm from his sleeping bag, the air was cool but not cold, he rolled on to his side and faced his mothers back, he shifted silently closer, there glistening in the light from the moon was her zipper to her sleeping bag, dangling there, beckoning him. Gently he took it, and carefully not wanting to jerk and waken her he pulled. At first is refused to budge but applying a little more pressure and constantly keeping the pressure there the familiar metallic sound filled the tent as it gave and moved a few inches.

He decided he would allow her body to get accustomed to the changing air temperature before lowering the zipper again, it worked, Marge never moved, perhaps she had gone into a deep sleep with fatigue from the hike. It was slow work but after a few attempts bart assessed the zipper to be as low down as her thighs. Gently he slipped his hand into her bag, making sure he didn’t touch her yet, he wanted his hand to warm to the same temperature, a cold hand would surely stir her. Minutes passed and bart felt his hand warm, he hoped it was warm enough as he moved it forward.

The first sensation his finger tips encountered were that of the soft cotton material of her gown, it was thin to the touch and as soft as it looked, as the material gave as his hand progressed it stopped as it encountered as did his finger tips the firm flesh of his mothers round butt.he had guessed just about right with the zipper, carefully in what seemed like an eternity bart raised his moms gown until it would move no more due to her body weight resting on it, he wanted to tug it higher but new if he was to succeed with his plan the lest forceful manoevours would need to be done.

Bart let the gown go, he couldn’t see it fall from his hands but he knew it would be a crumpled mass directly below his fingers, he just hoped there was enough raised to allow his hand access. He tried. He smiled and then grinned as at first he felt her soft warm naked flesh and sensed no reaction from his touch. Slowly and ever so gently he placed the flat of his hand on the curve of his mothers buttock. Again no reaction from her, with his fingers pointing already in the right direction bart moved his hand applying enough pressure so it didn’t tickle and waken her.

Bart could tell from the outline of her sleeping bag that she was sleeping in what is commonly known as the foetus position, legs bent and pulled up. Bart also knew this pushed out her butt and the object of his intention….her pussy. He could feel his heart racing as his hand glided slowly closer to the target, he knew her was very very close, he also presumed if he touched her there she would knowing his luck, wake or stir and alter he position. To minimise this risk bart let his fingers rise off her skin but allowed his palm to stay pressed there and moved forward one more time. He guessed his fingers were now directly over his mothers pussy and all he had to do to feel was lower his fingers.

Bart waited, he had to be sure, if his mother woke and found his hand in her sleeping bag touching her the trouble he would be in would be immense, was it worth the risk, his aching anticipating cock said yes….his brain obeyed. Slowly bart lowered his fingers. He smiled as he instantly found out the answer to his question or at least partially answered. Not One hair was felt, his mother shaved, whether completely or in the Brazilian style he didn’t know, or care really now his fingers rested on her pussy lips. They were smooth and warm and as he pressed he felt the puffy resistance they gave, his middle finger resting on her slit.Gently bart allowed his middle finger to circle, not to caress her labia but to part her lips, and it worked, his finger moved the lips apart and felt the hotness off her inner pussy. She was not wet, but there was a definite moistness there barts cock trembled, he squeezed it wanting to rub hard and feel his semen jet out, but he didn’t, he was going to savour every second of this experience. Stopping and starting bart allowed his finger tip to become lubricated from her juices, after all how would he slide his finger into her dry. He had to suppress a giggle as he recalled his last thought….slide his finger into his mom.. Just that thought made him hornier.

Gently he pressed, his finger accepting the juices, bart slowly guided his finger deep into his mothers pussy, until he felt the knuckles on his other fingers touch her labia. He couldn’t believe it, it was so hot and welcoming, he gently circle his finger feeling her inner walls, the creases and contours of her vulva. His finger now moist slipped effortlessly in and out, slowly not wanting to waken her. Bart assessed he had probably used his luck all but up so decided he wanted to rub her clitoris, he guessed he would only get a few seconds of this as she would stir and he would have to remove his hand and probably go back to sleep, after a great wank obviously. Moving his finger between her folds barts finger aimed for and found its new target, her clitoris, the little bud like growth nestled under its hood the organ which brought a woman so much pleasure. Palydude certainly taught well. Like a well seasoned expert, bart allowed the flat tip of his finger to rub his mothers clitoris, knowing the clock on his fun was running down but wondering just how long it would be.

He would do this he knew until she stirred, maybe even a second or two longer then he would remain in silence knowing this secret and never tell and use it as a fantasy for jerking off for years, then his mother moved, it didn’t feel like a stir more of a movement that’s probably why barts hand remained and why his finger continued to rub. There had been no noise from her to suggest she was waking she had simply and ever so slightly parted her legs and arch her back more towards him giving far better access to her intimate area. A few more seconds passed and the noise which filled barts ears almost made him shoot his load where he lay, his mother moaned. It was only a soft moan but a moan all the same, bart wondered, if he stopped caressing her clitoris perhaps he could build her arousal slowly and get her wet before she awoke, to try this theory he moved his finger away from the clit and back to her vagina, his theory was wrong, only in the sense of the timing,as his finger reached her hole he felt the wetness already there, or at least the beginnings, risking a lifetime of pain from his father if caught bart slipped his finger once more inside his mother.

There was definite wetness here, and again his mother moaned, this time a little louder, she also moved her hips to the motion of his finger, unconsciously or not bart knew his mother was enjoying his fingering. Out of the know sweetening pussy barts finger returned to the clitoris, after a few short minutes, it became apparent she was really enjoying it. There was a little grunt from her mouth and a soft sigh, her clitoris unlike her had become awake and was enjoying the attention…. Slow build up he thought. Barts finger returned to her vagina, it was wet, quite wet infact and the texture was different, it was more oily and thick, barts mouth dropped as he realised he had brought his mother to an orgasm.

What was she dreaming about, was it his exploring fingers making her dream of naughty things or was it simply him doing this to her, he didn’t really care, barts hand shot from her bag as she sighed and rolled onto her back, with an extra close look at he face he was sure she hadn’t woke, he tried again. As he had pulled her gown up before it had stayed up and to his amazement she had also opened her legs it was then he also felt the sot patch of tightly knitted curls, so she wasn’t completely bald she wore a Brazilian, he smiled. He hoped if she was dreaming she would be being fucked and she would stay like this legs open. His finger slipped in ever so easily her wetness was becoming very apparent now, she was getting wetter, bart decided to believe it was him who had done this to her, not wanting her to wake and it all be over bart decided to take the risk and get as much fun out of his mother before she finally did wake.

He slipped in a second finger, there was no resistance, it was easy, barts two fingers slid quicker and quicker in and out of his mother, he smiled as once again she moaned, her hips began moving again, though slight she was defiantly moving them in a fucking motion…..she was fucking his fingers.

In the cool tent bart could feel his heart beating, his cock was throbbing in his sleeping back, his ears were filled with constant sound now of his mothers soft moans a groans of pleasure, he could also hear the wet squelches from in her sleeping bag as his quickening fingers explored her.

Marge was in her youth again, she was in her parents house, they were out and she was alone with homer, a younger homer, slimmer with a full head of brown hair. They were in marges bedroom listening to soft music, kissing. The kissing had become petting. Homer had always been all fingers and thumbs, but he was loving and attentive. They were lay on her bed, it hadn’t been the first time they had made love, they were teenagers they were always at it. It was different though she couldn’t tell how, she was lay there she didn’t feel homers kiss but she felt his hand between her legs, she was wet, very wet and he was playing with her. It felt good very good she sensed somehow she ha come but didn’t remember. Homer had never really been very good at foreplay but he tried, marges own sexual urges were very strong though she kept them well managed and surprised but when she let them free…. She wondered if he had been practising as he felt so much better than normal and if he had…..on who.

Marge had never had and sexual partners before, homer was her first but she had masturbated regularly so knew what she liked and how she liked it done, homer seemed to be doing exactly that, it reminded her of the dark secret she kept from homer. It had been three weeks ago after they had come back from a quimby party. They had been offered and accepted booze, who wouldn’t at that age, they had both become quite drunk together and on the walk home homer pulled from beneath his jacket some booze he had borrowed… they had laughed as they staggered home drinking.

They had entered homers house a little too noisily, kissed at the bottom of the stairs. Homer said wait here as he wanted to visit the loo. Marge had leaned against the wall, it was dark and quiet, she watched homer struggle up the stairs, she pushed off the wall and walked to his front room, as she entered she bumped into something, someone….it was dark and she could smell beer, it was homers dad, she had laughed as he whispered boo…then she felt herself being slowly dragged forward, she heard the front room door close and felt herself pressed to it, she felt a hand on her breast, then both breasts were took, he wasn’t rough it was quite nice……she had had too much to drink Then her dress was being lifted, she was too drunk to care, she felt a rough hand slip down the front of her panties, and the beer ridden breath whisper, oh marge we are wet already. That she knew to the petting she and homer had earlier been doing. As the minutes passed she felt homers dad expertly finger her and bring her to a powerful orgasm pressed against the front room door while her boyfriend homer was upstairs. Then as she came and the fingering subsided, it stopped, she stood there panting, her breasts heaving, she looked at homers dad, he was just smiling. Then he casually sat down, marge still panting remained there for what seemed like an eternity before homer returned. Marge knew if he had wanted, homers dad could have took her there on the front room floor and she would have let him so aroused as he got her in such a short period of time. Homer didn’t know but he could have very easily walked in to his father fucking her. Nothing happened again like that, homers father never tried anything on again.

Now on the bed, homers toying felt as good as that night, she felt the warmth in her stomach, she sensations coursing through her body as she started to reach an orgasm, a powerful one….something wasn’t quite right…..higher and higher her arousal got with the nagging thought still there, she felt like she was on a wave, then as she neared the top of the wave and the imminent release of her orgasm the room around her started to darken, she didn’t care she was coming, she was reaching her orgasm, the darkening room altered melded away and started to form into not walls but material, the rooms smell changed and became musty, marges legs were wide and she felt homers fingers not just rapidly slipping in and out of her but darting suddenly to her clitoris, the edge of the wave was almost there she was very close very close now, then she dully recalled a tent, slowly and haphazardly images formed, she wasn’t young she was back, back with homer and they had gone camping she was in the tent and homer was frisky, the waves edge was almost upon her.

She softly called homers name as he fingered her, god she was wet, she could here her own pussy squelching as his fingers busied themselves, then the nagging returned at persisted and she couldn’t put her finger on it, closer and closer she was almost there, this was going to be a big orgasm she knew she sensed it, felt how deep it was coming from, from her very core, she groaned with pleasure moved her hips towards homers fingers, then it hit her, homer was on her left, she could feel him, her head slowly turned to the left, the fingering was from the right, she could feel the arm resting on her right thigh. Through sleep dazed and sexually aroused eyes the sleeping form of homers back slowly came into vision, confusion, her head slowly turned to the right, the edge of the wave was there she was almost going over it, her orgasm was there she was coming she felt her stomach churn and tense her eyes focused and she saw………bart…… there was a sudden pang of horror, but that feeling was quashed, shock that feeling also quashed. She saw bart smile as she felt her back arch, she felt herself push onto barts fingers as they mercilessly frigged away at her as she called out his name it melded into a gasp as her body was rocked with the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced. Her back arched more, her butt came off the floor and she pushed her raised pussy onto barts fingers and her body tensed as the hot juices flowed from her pussy.

Bart had sensed his mother was awakening, but her hips movements, quickening breathing and moans coupled with the wet squelching from her pussy had been like a drug, he couldn’t stop. The thought of being caught didn’t scare him at this moment, it had become a thrill, he wanted her to catch him, wanted her to realise it was his hand, her sons hand between her open thighs, her sons fingers inside her and rubbing her clitoris. For some unknown reason bart simply knew that in her present state of arousal she wouldn’t stop him. After that had subsided though that would be a different matter, but he was hoping the embarrassment of what he had done to her and how her body had reacted would be enough of an issue with her to keep it secret. Perhaps he could then, after a while use that against her to get more….

Bart had seen her eyes flicker, open and close briefly, he watched her nostrils flaring, her face redden slightly, her breasts which were under the sleeping bag originally were now heaving before him, they were still under her gown, protected from his view by the thin material but the nipples, her nipples were hard, very hard, they were very prominent he could see the gown fighting a losing battle with them, he saw her head slowly roll to face his father, stay there a few seconds, bart sensed she was waking, instead of sliding his fingers in and out he now stiffened them like two rods and his arm was acting like a piston as he drove them in and out of her, fucking her with his fingers, it was working, her hips were wildly jerking onto his fingers, barts heart was thumping in his chest, a fear flowed in him as he saw his mother start to turn her head towards him, barts fingers slipped from her pussy and solely concentrated on her very erect clitoris, she was all his and she could do nothing about it now he hoped…… then her eyes opened and looked at him, barts heart almost stopped. Even though she looked for a second her face was blank, she didn’t recognise what was going on, bart continued to rub vigorously, then she seemed to realise, as he saw his mothers eyes widen in……terror was it? He saw her mouth begin to open, heard her voice say his name but before she finished, her eyes rolled up, they shut, her head fell back, her body raised and stiffened and bart heard her grunt as hot oily fluids gushed out into his hand soaking his fingers……..she had come.

She was awake and knew what he was doing, he was in trouble,his mind told him the only way to keep her from going mad was to keep her aroused, after all she hadn’t gone mad a few seconds ago, bart carried on vigorously rubbing her clitoris. As the powerful wave slowly began to pass leaving behind tingles marge managed to open her eyes, he body still convulsed with pleasure like little tremors after the earthquake, she rolled her head still dazed and looked at her son. He was only ten, ten years old yet he was there beside her, his arm out of his sleeping bag, inside hers and between her legs, his fingers masterfully it must be said rubbing her clitoris, teasing it giving it his utmost attention and he had made her come….powerfully. She felt him still rubbing, the tingles all over hr body still there and if anything intensifying again. His eyes simply stared at her….knowing

Bart simply hadn’t known what to expect, he just kept rubbing and hoping, he looked at her as she stared into his eyes, were they pleading, was she shocked she must be, but his rubbing must be working as she didn’t stop him. Here he was in the tent with his mother and father, his father asleep and unaware of the events directly behind him, his mother on her back legs wide open with his fingers in her very wet aching and throbbing pussy after she had orgasmed and if he wasn’t mistaken was beginning another, he felt the quivers from her hips, the jerks random and irregular still she only stared. Then her hand grabbed his wrist, barts heart skipped. Instead of either stopping him or wrenching his hand away it just held, held as if encouraging him, allowing him and yet she still stared. Bart raised his right thigh and leg and pushed the flap of his sleeping bag open, his erect penis fully visible for his mother.

Marge saw the movement and at first never realised, the she looked down, he eyes suddenly opened wide as she saw her sons very erect, quite impressive cock pointing upwards, the purple bulbous head free from the fore skin, it seemed to throb like a life form of its own, she looked at bart, then his cock again when her eyes fell onto his face again bart saw…… fear? Shock? He wasn’t sure but her face had an expression he had never seen on his mother nor could place. Her eyes flickered a little she looked down once more at barts proud manhood, as stiff as a pole she starred for a long time. Bart watched her stare at his aching and almost sore cock then he saw her already heaving breasts began moving quicker as she began to pant, her nostrils flared more, her eyes rolled back then closed her mouth opened and she gasped, again her hips lifted and another spurt of fluid came from her pussy into and on his hand.

Without even thinking about it Bart moved his hand from his mother, he raised it to his mouth and whilst she still shook and quivered before him he slipped his fingers into his mouth and sucked deep, he tasted the salty wet juices of her pussy, the thicker oily texture of her orgasm, Marge opened her eyes partially, the ecstasy she was in was indescribable, she was cool but felt beads of sweat on her forehead, pangs of pleasure between her thighs, she watched him lick between his fingers, suck and swallow the orgasm he had just given her, the very act of watching him……..taste her was one of the most erotic things she had ever seen, it aroused her even more than she already was, made her incredibly horny her own son, her own ten year old son doing this to her.

Then she watched as his hand returned to the core of pleasure she was experiencing, but instead of feeling those deft little fingers on her pussy she felt them take her wrist. Bart took his mother wrist, the flavour he had in his mouth was intoxicating, he had to experience more, he wanted to dive between her thighs and taste, lick and suck for all his worth, but he needed some gratification himself. He pulled her hand towards him slowly, it came, but half way across bart felt resistance, the closer it got to his intended target the resistance grew, he looked at his mother, this time he recognised the realisation of his intentions on her face, covered with pleading and dread, but bart still pulled. Marge could easily have resisted fully, bart knew it and so did she, bart knew this to mean she was merely unsure not defiant

The resistance grew for a second then relaxed, almost as if she knew she couldn’t win over her sons desires and her curiosity?, bart placed his mothers hand on his cock, at first it merely stayed there as if she had still been asleep, her fingers were cool and the electricity flew through him like a bolt of lightening, then as if that pleasure and experience wasn’t enough marge moved her hand of her own accord, ever so slightly down his shaft to his full and tight balls, then back up, slowly at first but as if she know wanted to feel her hand began to feel, and caress him, bart gasped as her fingers snaked around his shaft and she held him like he held himself, like couples would. Bart thought he would burst as her fingers grasped a little more then pull his foreskin in and then down as she began to jerk him off.

It was never a full and vigorous wank as he gave himself, more of a lovers foreplay, bart couldn’t believe what was happening, bart moved his hand again, this time he wanted to feel those breasts he had seen heaving before, the breasts he had caused to heave. As his hand fell onto her stomach then slide upwards as he had seen only the once on an 18 film he wondered how far this was going to go. The rise, the rise of flesh as his hand reached and rose onto his mothers firm breast, he felt the hard nipple beneath, his squeezed gently and felt his mother slide a little towards him, allowing him to caress her and to enable her easier access. Bart savoured the sensations from his hand, but he wanted a better sensation, his hand slid back down, over her stomach and to the hem of her gown, the rustled hem was easily slipped under and barts hand now ascended her naked warm flesh. The rise again as his hand reached the cup of her breast, as he took her naked breast and squeezed again, bart sighed as the feel of her warm smooth skin, the sensation was akin to holding a jelly, but warm and firmer, her nipple was rubbery, hard and erect…. Like nothing he had felt before and it seemed to pleas her as he gently pinch it.

Bart looked at his mother as he tweaked her nipple, then slide over to her other breast and mimic the pinch, she definatly liked this. Suddenly marge turned her head towards homer as if she had heard him, barts eyes darted to his father, he hadn’t heard nothing, then she sat up. Marge couldn’t believe the hardness of his cock, homer had never seemed that hard even in his youth, she felt like she had an iron bar in her hand, it was hot and throbbed she felt like she could feel the blood pressure in there his balls too, she knew from experience were full, there smoothness exciting and enticing,the rolled them in her fingers, they were quite big for his age, not that she was really an expert, in fact his entire package seemed big, she had only seen him in the bath a few days ago and as a mother she had looked and been uninterested…in that way anyway…….until now. She looked over to homer, he was still asleep, she felt awkward to say the least at what she was doing, she hadn’t initiated this but she wasn’t stopping it either, quite the opposite, she was encouraging bart but it was so hard to stop……… marge suddenly felt a pang of guilt as she looked at her sleeping husband at what she was about to do.

Marge leaned forward, looked at bart, puzzlement on his face, gently but firmly she moved him onto his back, and with a fluid movement surprising herself she leaned forward and took his entire cock into her mouth. He wasn’t homer, but it filled her mouth and touched the back of her throat, something she had never done to homer, she thought she would gag at first but then realised she quite liked it. She felt bart stiffen and push his hips into her as she sucked down she was impressed at the thickness of his cock it wasn’t far off the width of homers he would grow up quite well endowed. Marge had given homer many blow jobs and watched many porn movies with him, she had watched techniques of the actresses and mimicked them until she, in her opinion considered herself quite proficient in the art, and from barts reactions he was really enjoying it. Again bart impressed her, he didn’t simply lye there and enjoy himself as homer did or how she would have imagined a virgin would have especially 10 years old gave her pleasure. Again she felt her gown raise from the rear and felt his fingers begin once again to probe her wet pussy.

Once again she felt an oncoming orgasm, he really did have a knack for this, marges head quickened taking his whole cock in to the balls, she loved the fact she was deep throating, deep throating her son. Suddenly bart slid out of the way, she gasped mainly for air, his cock wetly popping from her mouth. She looked up as he positioned himself before her, then with the same gentle but firmness she showed he moved her back to her bag laying her down, as she did he slid between her thighs and buried his head in her wet vagina, she gasped out loud instantly as she felt the snake like intrusion of his tongue, immense waves of pleasure surged through her, bart slid a finger into her and moved upto her clitoris taking that in and licking and nibbling it, within two minutes she had orgasmed again. Marge realised her moans and groans were becoming too loud, she looked at homer who was still fast asleep, his broad back towards them, she wasn’t really surprised he hadn’t woken up, he was hard enough to get up at the best of times but after that walk…….

Marge reached down and grasped the spiky yellow hair of her son and pulled his face closer towards him almost pulling him back to where he had emerged a mere ten years ago, bart never complained he simply licked and fingered deeper. Then he gasped as he came up for air and slid his small frame up her stomach, lifting her gown, kissing her stomach, then breasts, taking her nipples one by one into his mouth. Suddenly she realised what he was doing and with a start placed both her hands on his chest, he stopped and looked at her. Her eyes were saying no, enough, this was way too far, as if what they had already done wasn’t enough.

Bart was on his knees, they were almost straight, he looked at his mother, she was quite adamant, he gazed down at her pert breasts, his hand over one, gently squeezing it, the nipple poking out between his small fingers, her stomach flat and still well toned, the small oblong patch of tightly curled pubic hair, then the two small mounds of her pussy lips, less than half an inch down from that, his throbbing aching cock which seemed was not going to get to be inside a puusy….not tonight. He gazed back up at his mother, he moved forward a little more, the tip of his cock touched her pussy parting the lips slightly, no she whispered, she looked over at homer, then at bart, as if to say he is lying there your father….bart pulled his stomach muscles and his cock twitched, no we cant she began to say, bart slowly and ever so gently placed a finger over her mouth, its alright he said.

Bart pushed a little more, the tip slid in slightly, no bart she whispered no please we cant we shouldn’t do this even with her hands on his chest, her greater stregnth he knew she could have easily stopped him by now, she could have closed her legs, she had not,bart raised his hand off her breasts and took one of her hands on his chest, he gently pulled it, it came away, he placed it at her side, shhhh he whispered to her, then he placed his hand on her other arm, as he pulled it away she whispered again, no bart no please we shouldn’t, he smiled lovingly to her as he placed that arm by her other side, he kissed her breast and looked at her, gently he pressed his hard cock, it opened her labia entering about half an inch…..she shook her head side to side slightly no no bart no we should…..before she finished bart pressed more, and inch, two, ohm god she whispered, she bit her lower lip and looked at homer.

Marges hands rose from her sides, as she looked at homer she slid then up the sides of her sons hips onto his butt, gently she pulled him into her, she arched into him as his young thick manhood filled her insides, marge gasped, ohm godd my beautiful baby, you feel so hard… so thick. Barts eyes were flickering, he had never imagined, never even thought it felt like this, the hot wet spongy walls of her vagina clamping squeezing his shaft, they both gasped together as bart pressed, completely slipping his five inches into her, Marge had never felt this aroused or full with homers and homers was bigger, obviously. Gently as if practised and experienced and with a rhythym beyond his years bart pulled out and slid back in, his hips slowly gyrating altering the angle slightly with each couple of inches marge could not believe how good it felt.

Barts arms were at full stretch pressed against the floor at each side of his mother sides through fluttering eyes he saw her head roll from side to side, her mouth open as she breathed deeply, she sighed with each thrust, again he felt her orgasm, this time he felt his cock become hot and felt the sticky fluid on his balls, he thrust a little harder, a little deeper, his motions becoming quicker, the warmth filling his stomach, it was too much, bart gritted his teeth and with a grunt pushed his cock deep into his mothers waiting pussy, flung his head back and gasped, he felt his whole body tremble then stiffen as he felt his hot jet of semen burst and fill his mother. Marge gasped also as her insides were filled, she had never expected him to be able to come, let alone this much, the thought of pregnancy never even entered her head, even as his come filled her vagina, never thought…………..yet.

Bart collapsed onto his mother, both gasping, the actual intercourse had lasted barely five minutes, but they had both come so hard, they were both exhausted. Finally, bart rolled off to the side, then snuggled into his mother, she pulled him close and rolled onto her side to face him, she kissed his forehead, bart she whispered, that was gorgeous, it really was beautiful, but we will have to keep it our secret, of course mom, bart replied. Marge smiled, she was completely satisfied, she kissed him again, she felt his hot semen dribble from her lips onto her inner thigh, she grinned. Bart we will have to get back into our bags now, if we fall asleep and your father wakes to see us like this……. Ok bart replied, they both slipped into their bags and re zipped. One more kiss from his mother and they both closed there eyes and welcomed sleep, there heads touching.

The next day, they woke together, all three, bart smiled at marge and she smiled back, both knowingly, homer woke also with a huge yawn. Famished he said, I am famished, that walk has made me feel great but hungry as a horse. I want a full breakfast this morning and I want it off a camp fire, so while you two dress and start getting the food I am off in search of wood. Marge had never seen homer rise so early or quickly, he was up and dressed in three minutes, then he set off. Marge watched homer through the opened triangular door flap on the tent. Before homer was a hundred feet from the tent, marge was naked, on all fours and bart was penetrating her from behind doggy style. They fucked wildly and passionately for what seemed like an eternity. There was no need to surpress their moans as they could not be heard, homer was a speck in the distance, marge had orgasmed three times before bart pumped his hot semen into her again.

The camping trip turned into one fuck fest for the two new incestuous lovers, the swim they all had, marge had been touched up under water while homer was right next to her, she had reached under the water and slipped her hands down the front of barts trunks and given him a new powerful erection, homer complained they were leaving the water so soon stating it wasn’t cold, he swam as they entered the bushes keeping him in sight as marge was once again fucked from behind. Before the trip was over, and not counting gropes, sneaky touches or petting marge had been fucked eight times in all, by the time they had all got home she and bart were sore to say the least.