Simpsons Porn Story: Too much

Too much

Why his mom had decided to throw a party he didn’t know, there were no birthdays, no cards up anyway and nothing to celebrate. Unless of course she was celebrating her separation with his dad. Milhouse didn’t believe his mother could be that cold, not inviting all she had as well. The Simpson’s were there the Flanders everyone he knew, except of course his dad. No it couldn’t be for that. He presumed also she hadn’t expected it to go on for this long either or he would have been palmed off with another family member some where. He tossed in his bed and pulled the pillow over his head, still the noise filtered through. He huffed and flung off the sheet and stepped from his bed.

He walked out into the hall and to the stairs, he could see people mingling and laughing he could hear his mothers voice also, the music was loud and so was the talking. Why couldn’t his mother get rid of them so he could sleep, he was quite tired, he rested his head against the banister rails and watched the party go by. He saw homer, swaying as he walked he had drank quite a bit he imagined, how long had everyone been here. It must have been four, five or even six hours, what time was it now, he peered at the hall clock downstairs, Jesus no wonder he was tired, it was 1.43 in the morning. He felt his eyes becoming heavy, he rested still on the rails.

Marge came into view, she was very visible with the long blue hair reaching up, almost touching dangling things, he smiled, he never knew why she had it like that but it suited her, he couldn’t imagine her any other way. She too was swaying, more so than homer, she bumped into people and kept trying to support herself on walls as she walked, he had never seen her drunk before, and boy was she drunk know, she was almost falling over. People had moved out of her way as she walked up to the stairs, some of the woman looked at her in disgust as she leaned against the wall, rocking.

Milhouse thought she looked quite funny, she pressed both her arms against the wall as if she was in danger or falling, she didn’t look all that cleaver, her face was a little ashen, paler than usual. She did however look good in her dress, Milhouse noticed how her natural womanly curves were more accentuated in this dress than her usual green one, she looked a lot slimmer and younger, in fact she looked fine….foxy even.

Milhouse smiled as he admired her, he had never looked at her like this before, mind you he had never seen her in this dress before. It was a little shorter than she usually had, in fact a lot shorter, you could see a good portion of thigh, she had shapely legs indeed, also it was quite a low cut top and from his high vantage point the really did get a good view, pity he wasn’t closer.

The two pale mounds heaved as she breathed in and out, the dress held them firm but they still threatened almost to spill over, Marge Simpson was packing a heavy duty pack of titties he thought grinning. Bart if you could see me now spying on your mom. All of a sudden his mother came into view, she was about to walk into the kitchen when she saw Marge, she walked over, Milhouse heard her say Marge, Marge are you ok… Marge just nodded, then said no Luanne im not. Right said his mom, the best thing for you is rest, I’ll get you upstairs where its quiet and you can have a lye down, that’ll make you feel better, then I’ll get homer and tell him. Your probably right she said, but if you don’t mind I think it would be better if I could stay, I don’t feel like moving at all.

Milhouse heard his mom sigh, no problem marge but you’ll have to sleep in spare room, its small but will be warm and there is a lot of junk in there. Its ok squeeked marge, as long as I can get my head down, Milhouse shifted quick, if his mother saw him awake and out of bed he would be for it, regardless of the noise. He slipped back into his bedroom. The noise softened as he closed his door, he got back in bed and pulled the covers up in case she came to check on him. He didn’t hear much except the door close as she obviously left marge in the spare room. Milhouse then drifted off. In his dream he was at the top of the stairs again, staring down, marge was against the wall, all he could see in his dream was her heaving breasts, getting closer and closer, close enough so he could touch, he could see the beads of sweat dripping between the two mounds, sliding into the cleavage, Milhouse sat bolt upright in bed, sweating, he was wide awake….and he had an enormous erection.

At first, delerium, then as his mind began to clear, he focused in the dark, his room, dream, Marge….those breasts, he felt the gnawing between his thighs and his hands searched and found the throbbing…..it felt good, he felt good, he felt horny, usually he would simply jerk off, not this time, he smiled, he slid from his bed looking at the time, it was nearly Three, he had slept just over an hour. The house was now quiet, and dark, he opened the bedroom door and looked out, the landing light, as always was on and his mothers door slightly ajar, he peeped in, he saw her form n bed and heard her snores,. He turned and walked to the spare bedroom.

He opened the door and peered in, Marge was still asleep on the bed, on her side with her knees raised up, in a coma or sleeping baby position. Milhouse stepped in, as he did so he caught sight of himself in the mirror, his pajyama top was obviously wet from the dream, but what caught his attentin most was the very prominent bulge at his groin, the bottoms barely able to hold it in, it throbbed and ached the dream had indeed been intense, almost real…….he stared at himself a few moments, then closed the door behind him, his image faded in the darkness, then reappeared slightly as his eyes adjusted to the dimmer light from the moon, its white rays filtering through the thin curtains.

His attentin was taken by the form on the bed, marge’s form, he soft breathing filling his ears, the only noise in the room. He could se her hair, pressed upwards on the head board, he was unable to see her face only the top of her cheek and a little forehead, then an arm, draped forward over her stomach and onto the bed, then her hips and firm butt, suddenly Milhouses eyes were wide and his mouth agape, he felt his heart quicken at the new un noticed sight now before him, the skirt or dress she wore, he had noted before how short it had been to her usual, it had risen as she had been put on or got on the bed, her butt was visable, he g-string panties offering no cover or privacy, the thin material embedded between her two firm cheeks then appearing again, widening to cover her intimate area, Milhouse realised he was stood in this bedroom staring it his best friends mothers pussy, and no one to stop him, his cock twitched. Even as beautiful as the sight was, those breasts, the ones he had stared at earlier and recently dreamed about came to mind, he had to see them close up for real, not in a dream.

He slipped quietly up the side of the bed, not a sound made, he positioned himself so the moons light cast as much as possible onto her sleeping form, keeping his shadow away from the two orbs now before him. He knelt, and moved his head forward, his vision being totally filled with Marge’s rising and fal;ing chest. The cleavage tight as the weight of the upper breast pressed down, her dress, low cut providing cover, but not so much to stop Milhouses young eyes scan over them, closer he moved watching them slightly wobble as she breathed, the rising and falling almost hypnotic, he could feel her warm breath on his face he was that close. He reached out. The dresses material was smooth, her breast now cupped in his hand was heavy, full and firm, he felt like he had a bag of jelly in his hand, he looked at her face as he squeezed, not a murmur, he felt as if he would blow his load there and then, his heart reaced, his breath quick and sharp, the excitement almost too much, he was surprised the beating in his chest, clearly audable to him didn’t wake her,…….she continued to sleep.

Milhouse gently squeezed Marge’s breast, feling the firm skin give to his pressure, it was unbelievable, his tembled all over shivers of excitement running through hs body, still Marge remained asleep, Milhouse slipped a finger into the top of her dress and slowly pulled it towards him, more and more of her breasts were exposed until the white lace of her bra showed, the elastic material holding her two heaving breasts in check, the light wasn’t enough the see the colour of the bra but he guessed it to be white, he also couldn’t see if it was see through or not, he wished he could turn on the light or lamp, or had a torch.

Carefully and slowly Milhouse took a chance, he allowed his finger to slip inside her bra, his eyes riveted to her face for any sign of movement, there was none, the skin was smooth and warm, it felt so much better without the restriction of any material, then he encountered the rougher skin of her aerola, then the nipple, Milhouse involuntarily took in a sharp breath, still nothing from marge, Milhouse circled as best he could the rougher nub, feeling it come to life with the attention it was receiving, after a few short minutes it was standing hard proud and erect, Milhouse rubbed it more, he had actually aroused the nipple of an adult female, how was this night going to end.

Allowing his hand a greater freedom, Milhouse moved slightly to his side, he twisted his hand and slipped it carfully into her top and bra, still quivering with excitement he almost giggled as her soft naked breast nestled in his hand, his confidence was high, he knew he was taking a risk doing this, but he was willing to face the consequences, he had after all got more than he had bargained for now. He had decided that if she woke, he would simply shake her as if he had been trying to wake her and ask if she was alright as she was calling out, hopefully, in her sleep-end state, coupled with the drink, she would fall for the ruse. Milhouse stood, his hand still down her top and holding and caressing her breast and erect nipple, he untied his bottoms, his erect cock slipped out into the cool dark air of the bedroom.

The light from the moon shone on the hard shaft, the vein along the centre wide and pulsing, the end full and bolbouse carfully he pushed his hips forward moving his cock to her face, it touched her cheek, he shifted, the tip touched her lips, he wanted her to oen her mouth so much, perhaps if he pinched her nose closed she would, but that risked waking her, gently he nudged, her mouth opened slightly, then a little more, he couldn’t get his cock in, but her breath on his cock made it ache more for its own attention. Knowing he had pushed his luck he backed off, even with his ruse practised in is mind he doubted he thought smiling, his cock pushed to her mouth would help his case in trying to fool her.

Milhouse slipped his hand from her top, reluctantly, but he wanted to sample her other adult delights, he moved down to the bottom of the bed, her skin shone slightly as he stared at her cheeks, then the mound between her thighs, covered only by the slightest and thinnest of panty material. He moved his head close and slowly inhaled her womanly aroma, it smelt warm, sweet and it was very intoxicating, especially as his mind was whirrling with images of what it looked like, he tried to calm his arousal telling himself her would know soon enough.

He had to be careful, as to smell her he had to lean over her legs, perhaps if he carfully slid onto the bed he could look, touch and see her face, he assessed his chances and decided it was worth it, he also knew he would have to move off the bed quick to enable the ruse to look real should she wake, he assessed that and decided it was also possible, with a little luck.

Moveing to the bottom of the bed, Milhouse gently pressed the matress, feeling it go down with the pressure he was applying, he watched her constantly, still nothing, he carfully got onto the bed, after a few minutes of inching higher and higher he had finally positioned himself beneath her butt, well within touching range, and was also able to look at her face to see and guage her state. He watched her as he placed a little hand on her butt, nothing, her skin was smooth as expected, warm to the touch and like silk, he could have mistaken the feel for that he had just experienced with her breast except firmer, his hand slid to the exposed area of her gusset, still in contact with her skin, still nothing.

The material was smooth and tight, he could feel the outline and profile of her pussy beneath, the two puffy lips and her slit, Milhouse slid his finger back and forth slowly along the ridge, along her slit between her lips, pressing a little firmer, pushed the lips open, he cock twinged, he could take it no more, deftly his slipped his finger beneath the side of the panties and pulled them to the side, her face remained the same, with heart beating fast, and breaths coming in pants, he closed his eyes and moved his head down, then opened his eyes to a sight mere words could not explain.

Before him, inches away was Marge Simpsons naked, exposed pussy, her lips pale yellow and smooth, completely hair free, his best mates moms panties in his fingers taut and to the side, hr adult pussy exposed and being acutely examined visually by a 12 year old by, it was all too much, whether he got caught or not, he was going to try it, Milhouse placed his fingers on her lips and spread her pussy wide open, his head lowered and he dipped his tongue into her. She tasted devine, sweet, salty yet acrid, he loved the taste instantly, with complete disregard for him being caught by Marge if she wolk, Milhouse slipped his tongue deeply in and out of marge’s pussy.

He gasped as he rose, her juices and his salavia dripping from his mouth, got she had tasted good, he could have stayed there forever, but his cock had other ideas, trembling with anticipation he took his hard throbbing member in his hand and guided it to her now open wet lips, he looked at her as the tip touched the hot wetness, after his own eyes stopped flickering with pleasure, he held his breath and moved forward slowly and carfully, watching her face, then down to see slowly but surely his cock disappearing into her cunt. Finally when his balls touched her butt and her deep wet tight hole enveloped his cock did he breath out. He gritted his teeth, forcing himself not to cum, he felt as one with her, part of her, her pussy heat threatening to xtract the cum from his balls.

Slowly he withdrew, then as his cock was about to exit her pussy, he slid back in, he kept it slow, concentrating, wanting to savour every second, in and out in and out he slid his cock, his heart almost stopped when he heard a soft moan emit from her mouth, he stopped, he felt her pussy walls contracting onto him, holding him like a velvety warm wet glove. Seconds passed before he began again, but even after the wait she moaned again, she’ll wake I know she will, he stopped, what could he do.

If she woke he would be in trouble for the rest of his life, his life may only be a few minutes….she would kill him, but it would be worth it…..yes it would, he again began to move in and out of her……she moaned again, then her mouth opened and she sighed as he thrust deep but gentle into her, he held her thigh and butt with his hands, faster and faster he moved, all worries of being caught gone, all he wanted to do now was fuck her, fuck her hard and come inside her. His eyes closed and his head fell back, yeassss he moaned as his speed increased, each thrust becoming more and more purposeful

Marge was in exstacy, the feelings coursing through her body were electric, she felt alive, her pussy felt wet and warm and…….full, god she felt good, she felt her self being literally dragged from her sleep, but a welcoming drag, so hard, so long ohh yes it felt good, her eyes flickered open and she turned to see homer, dazed and blurred the image which slowly started to focus was not homer. Even as the image began to clear and began to focus she didn’t resist, the erotic feelings of pleasure had took over, she was losing herself with the feeling….the feeling of her impending orgasm

She saw the small, semi naked frame of a child, …..Milhouse, she saw his head thrown back, his stomach and hips moving with a pacy rhythym, felt the hot and yes thick rod slide in and out of her, he minds screamed for it to stop, but it was alone, the rest of her body wanted it to continue. His pace was quickening, it felt good, it was good, HE was good, she saw and felt his hand slide from her hip, then she felt it toucha nd rub her now erect clitoris…..that was the cataclysm her body shook and she felt her orgasm pour out, she gasped and grabbed his other arm.

Milhouses heart nearly stopped, he head shot forward as he felt the grip on his arm, his eyes wide with terror, he looked at marge, she was looking at him….then her voice softly filled his ears….don’t stop! He nearly blew then, with a blank expression and a desire to obey, he began again, this time with earnest, his pace quickened rapidly, he heard his body and skin slapping hers as he penetrated her, the slapping clearly audable over both their moans, then without warning he thrust deep into her and convulsed jerkily as his hot young semen burst from him filling her.

They stayed there for several minutes, looking at each other, saying nothing, his cock still inside her, he could feel the combination of there juices drip out onto his balls, she smiled, he couldn’t believe it, youth was on his side, the minutes of silent staring, regaining their individual thoughts and fears had worked to Milhouses advantage, if she had caught him fucking her, allowed him to continue fucking her, perhaps she wouldn’t mind him carrying on, his still hard cock began its motions again, as they began, she turned from hr side onto her back, her leg sweeping over his head, they both gasped as the new position seemed to allow more of him in her.

He slumped on her, his hands groping her breasts, her hands pulling his back, wanting more of his cock in her, he obliged, his hips raised to the point of hic cock falling out then he slammed back down, marge grunted with pleasure as she felt the young hard thick tool fill her insides, Milhouse his back sweating pummelled faster and faster, raming his cock down with such ferocity the matress forced to throw them off, again they both orgasmed. This time there was no energy left, youth or not it was spent, his head, sweating and panting lay on her bare breast, he heard her heart beating wildly inside her chest.

Slowly there breath eased, Milhouse felt her hand moves the matted hair from his forehead and felt her plant a kiss, I think I shall have to find a reason to stay more often she whispered, or get you to stay over at mine…… from then began a wonderful relationship.