Simpsons Porn Story: 3d reality

Never in his life had bart been so interested in something, not even missing school, not even krusty, and that said something. He had been pulled to a festival at a local fair, almost kicking and screaming by his parents. The festival held technologies old and new. Bart hat walked scowling, with his father when he came across a stall with masses of electronic equipment on it, there were wires everywhere and they all reached from this equipment to a pair of gloves and a small helmet and glasses, others just had rubber sensors on the end. It had turned out when bart asked the guy behind the stall that it was a virtual game, he explained it was similar to that of star treks holodecks. Bart had been sceptical, but had had a go, and was mightily impressed, the game was not really a game but an adventure, it, said the man, started you off by leading you through pre programmed rooms of reality then slowly encouraged you to take the lead and lead the computer, it was powerful enough to read your brain waves and deciphering their meanings and what your dreams in effect were and responding and reacting to them, the first pre programmed rooms were there mainly to let the computer analyse your brain waves and their reactions.

It was technical, but interested bart, maybe it was the way the guy told him, bart was just enthralled by it all, when he actually had a go though…..he was hooked.

That had been it, he had stopped messing about with milhouse and become an almost hermit in his bedroom. He visited the library every day searching up from scratch the beginnings of, the science fiction of the realities, everything he could get his hands on, he had never been so engrossed in something in all his life. When this vast list of books etc had been exhausted bart turned to the net, he was limited on time due to his age and also he was monitored by his parents, in the past they had had good reason, some of the sites he visited would have made his father blush

Now though he had one interest only, he read page after page, a lot of it he already knew but he picked up snippets here and there, then he found a site he hadn’t visited before, it was way down the list and rather obscure, it turned out it was the guy from the stall, he hadn’t been a sales person as bart had thought but the innovator of the one he had sampled. Bart read his pages and notes on the subject.

A full four months had passed of really hard studying, Lisa would have been proud of herself had she done 30% of what bart had done, within the learning’s he had learned the electronics behind it and he was confident of building his own. Money was an object, his paltry allowance even though it had not been touched for several months hadn’t gone far, but it had set him on his way. It had been a further three months before in the basement in a dark quiet corner bart stood back and smiled in pride at the achievement before him.

His old and unused computer now stood as the main frame to this little wonder, he had increased its power tenfold with his knowledge and attachments, there was a simple chair, steel and this was also attached to the system, instead of the gloves he had seen at the stall bart had used old metal curtain rings and altered the frequency of the sensory input to a more direct approach than the gloves, he thought it more efficient and practical. The helmet was his grandfathers old hell-field angels helmet, and the goggles were also from his grandfather, he had coated them with a special material which filtered the lights in a particular way adding to visual displays they projected into the users mind.

There was also an array of other wires each with small nodes on the end, each sticky which when applied to various parts of the body either read or delivered information. Bart was very proud of his achievement very proud indeed.

The sotware package for the images bart had broke into three catagories for ease, minor, youth and adult and the only difference was the set parameters on where the images allowed you to go, for example minors would be directed away from anything dangerous or harmful, youth to an extent was the same and the adult had no restrictions, as the guy at the stall had said, bart had copied, he allowed the computer to set the images at first, this mainly calibrate itself to the particular user, and to set the scene.

Bart intended to try it tonight.

Bart, a strange figure with the family after being occupied for so long had been questioned relentlessly about what he had been doing, he kept his explanations to a minimum saying he had invented a new game and was still trying to rid it of its bugs and glitches, that in itself was reason enough foe him not to allow anyone on it, he was going to be the first, he had put in all the work and if anything was dangerous, he wanted to be the ginnea pig, not that his parents would have agreed. The night seemed to drag, bart had set his time for eight thirty, and he was going to stick to it. At eight twenty five after watching tv with everyone he stood and departed, as hoped no one really noticed, tv was a big part of the simpson houshold.

Bart slipped into the cellar, quietly not wanting any attention. He switched on the lights and descended the stairs, carfully avoiding the fifth step, it had always been loose and made an incredible noise. At the bottom bart walked over to his machine smiling, he booted the computer up, turned on the corner light he had for himself and the returned to the bottom of the steps, he switched the cellar light off, if for whatever reason someone opened the cellar door, it would appear no one was down here as it would be dark, he walked back to the corner and pulled over a dark sheet blocking out a good portion of his light from the cellar adding to its darkness.

The machine was ready, he clicked on the folder images and it readily opened, inside were three icons easily recognisable as three varying heights of the human form and each named beneath, monor, youth and adult. Bart clicked on youth and a small window requiring a password popped up, bart typed the password, all three were for the moment set the same for test purposes, after the password was accepted the screen turned blue and a clock appeared showing the user a three minute timer had been set. This bart had added in the event of a lone user playing giving them time to don the equipment. Bart slipped into the chair and slipped on the rings onto his fingers, wishing he had had th money to buy the gloves, his were efficient but the gloves did look far better, he placed nodes on either or his temples, two on the forhead and two just below the collar of his t-shirt. Then he slipped on the helmet, knowing implanted nodes within the helmet would take care of the back of the head, then the goggles……darkness.

This bart knew was the important bit, he was unsure of the time elapsed but he knew he had to try to calm down, the programme when kicked in with its pre set images would begin scanning and reading data created by his brainwaves, heart temprature ect, and importantly his emotional state, bart didn’t want a deranged or angered child being able to harm itself with his invention, hence the different levels and their inbuilt safe guards and perimeters. He was very excited, he didn’t even know if it would work but he had to calm down, the scanning would shortly take place, he was in youth mode and if overly excited the programme would select images suiting his mood. Deep breaths bart deep breaths he told himself.

Still darkness, surely it must be close he thought, he would have to incorprate a countdown image into the programme showing the user the time elapsed and remaining, shouldn’t be too hard. Suddenly the darkness was gone, bart gasped and the vividness of his creation, he was in Springfield park, in the bandstand, he could hear the birds tweeting in the nearby trees, actually feel the wind in his face, a soft cool wind, he turned and admired the vista, admired his hard work in effect it was very very life like, it was life like….he began to get very excited, other children came into the park, he watched them play, he wondered if e should interact, as he wondered he saw the exit to the bandstand, it hadn’t been there moments ago, his thought of interacting had been sensed by the game and it had directed him as he had thought.

He walked towards the exit and stepped down the three steps, he knew in his mind that he was still in his chair, sat down but he actually felt the steps beneath his feet, and the sensations his legs felt as his weight would have been distributed, then surprisingly he felt the soft grass and earth as he stepped onto the park, bart reached down and ran his fingers through the grass, amazing, truly amazing, he walked over to the kids and began talking. Before he knew it he was playing with them, he tried a few of the parks apparatuses and a quick game of soccer, he felt out of breath and heard his pants as he slowed, he then was a bout to walk away when every thing went black.

Confused and disorientated he reached out, slowly his thoughts became his again and he realised where he was, he reached up and removed the goggles, he smiled, then giggled uncontrollably at the success, he recalled the fifteen minute buffer he had put in to end the game, he was unhappy at the way it had ended though, it had been very disconcerting and he made several mental notes on alterations he had to do, timer in goggles, game end, and he needed to alter the lone user time setting and game play setting time settings for it to be manual by the user so they could adjust accordingly.

He would attempt to do this tomorrow, maybe even do one or two of them now, at the moment though his excitement level at the resounding success had given him an appetite. Later after a small snack he went to bed as requested, but lay awake waiting for the household to fall asleep, a few hours later bart returned to the cellar and tweeked and fiddled with the settings, he struggled with the programme end, he could do what it required but he wanted something default which would make leaving any scenario or game acceptable to all. He decided to sleep on it and make adjustments when needed, what he needed know was another persons imput, he would ask lisa tomorrow, it was Saturday so plenty of time for this.

Bart returned to be pondering on what to do, he hit the pilow and was out like a light, it was early morning and he had been in the cellar longer than he should have been. When the light in his bedroom woke him, he heared the sounds of the birds outside, he smiled as he recalled his game, the same sounds so exact, he sat up, the room was warm, the sun was beating in and he felt good, refreshed and ready. What to do, wash, food, teeth then find Lisa. His first two were done quickly, the cereal wolfed down, he looked through the house, no sign of lisa, the tv was on in the living room but just his mother watching her favorite film again….she must have seen it 100 times, crappy film bart thought as he has seen it twice, once out of curiosity at his mothers adiction to it and secondly as it had several passionate scenes with an good screen shot of the heroine topless. Bart had liked that bit….. He skipped the stairs two at a time, but was disappointed to find lisa’s bedroom empty, he frowned and went into the bathroom to do his teeth. When he came out he looked out of his bedroom window, his fathers car was gone then in the distance he saw the towering new building with the placard….Springfield annual pony parade. He sighed knowing instantly where lisa would be, and his father.

Well he thought the only other person was his mother, she could have the honour of being the second to try his invention, bart walked downstairs and into the front room, he noticed from the passionate kissing on the tv that he had actually missed the topless scene, oh well. Mom he called, his mother turned to him, her face a little flustered, not that he had walked in, or embaressment at the scene on the tv but because she really did get involved and engrossed in these things. Maybe in her emotional state it wouldn’t be a good idea, then again he would be able to see the limits to which the software could go.

Yes dear his mother said, bart sat beside her eagerly, well, mom he said trying to slow his words as not to mix them and confuse her, you know how I have been pre-occupied with my game and stuff, yes she replied, well I told everyone it wasn’t ready….but it is. that’s nice she said. Bart sniffed typical response really from his mother, who like him nearly a year ago was just as ignorant, no mom, this really is not just any old game as I have been pretending, its ground breaking, not strictly new but reaching further than currently available the levels at which this type of game goes. Bart she said, you know I don’t like games, shooting and gore etc….bart laughed, is that what you think ive been doing, no mom your way off this is a reality game, where the player after a few minutes makes the game play. She frowned, look the best way to show you….si to show you.

With that he took her hand and she followed, in the cellar marge looked at the machine, the pc screen blue and unmoving, dosnt look like much fun hse said, bart smiled it will, sit here, marge looked at the chair an all the wires, is it safe she enquired, perfectly came the instant response. Marge sat, and after being told slipped on the steel rings, two nodes were placed on her chest, a slightly embarrassing moment for them both, then bart pulled out the helmet, ahh he said. Marge smiled, I have been on bikes before she said watch and learn, with a dexterity and rapid hand and hair movement the helmet was on, bart smiled, impressive he said. Right this seems like a lot for a game, getting dressed up, is it a bike game, no said bart…..better. He agve her the goggles and said put these on, after the game if your interested I’ll show you hown it works and you can play it yourself.

Marge put the goggles on and waited, its very dark she said, bart smiled, it wont be. He pressed the relevant keys for it to begin without the timers and his mothers whoop cry of surprise showed him it had began, my god, my god she said, its fantastic, so real….oh my….oh my. Bart listened to her sighs and cries of delights at each new surprise she encountered, he clicked the minimise icon on the active windows and clicked on an icon on the desk top called Bart media. The screen came to life with a cartoon representation of what marge was seeing., it, also had settings sound on/off etc usual standard it also had a third view option where the image was that of a camera and marge came into view, though it wasn’t marge just a computerised version of a human. Bart clicked a few buttons while he knew the software was scanning and calibrating to his mother, the third person took on a female form and as bart clicked, cloured and changed the image did indeed become his mother.

The image slowly changed from the springfiled view as he had experienced to a long field, with slim crops, he watched his mother as she ran through the crops her arms outstretched bending them over as she ran, he smiled, she was acting as a kid in the fields, the sun was beaming and she came the edge of the crops and slowed looking before her, bart frowned, he clicked the mouse over directional icons and his view altered to her pespective, this part was non interactive as far as marge was concerned and bart was unsure as to whether actually have it as part of the package.

There were no whoops or gasps from his mother now and bart knew as he had done had become completely engrossed within the game, the scene, the image of what he was looking at on the monitor, as far as she was concerned this was actually taking place. It then occued to bart that someone could actualy start to live this as they had become engrossed and he had to put a limit on the play on all three settings, especially the minor setting, this limit had to be tamper proof, it had to somehow become and intregall part of the gameplay.

Bart looked away thinking how this could be done, he paced from the monitor, when he turned he saw his mother had entered the house and was slowly walking around, bart seemed to recognise it somehow but couldn’t put his finger on it. He dimissed it and continued to ponder at the problem in hand. When he again looked at the screen he realised where he had seen the house before, the character now on screen was not just his mother but that of the hero in the film she had been watching as she was either the heroine or just herself, proof to bart that her emotional state when she had put the equpment on from watching that film was scanned by the pc and was now coaxing her on.

Suddenly bart watched in shock as his mother and character he thought was called bill, fell ito each others arms and began kissing, bart noted kissing hard and passionately, he frowned and leaned on the desk and stared at the screen in disbelief, did she know what she was doing, did she still know she was in a game or was she actually being, in her mind unfaithful to his father? He looked over at her, her arms were out stretched, as if holding someone, he mouth was mouthing a kiss, bart looked back at the screen, then he saw the character bill place his hand on her breast, as he did barts attention was turned to his mother as she moaned, he looked at her and she was arching her back out as if being fondelled by an unseen entity.

Bart felt embarrassed, he didn’t know where to look, the screen his mother was kissing and being fondled by bill, and at his mother she was acting out the images on the screen, even if he looked away his mothers moans of pleasure filled his ears,he hadn’t expected this. What could he do, he felt he should somehow try and stop the events from unfolding more moans, bart reacted, he had to find something in the programme which would kick in the warm down mode as he had decided last night to call it, where the game brought you back to reality, he turned to the monitor and grabbed the mouse, he stopped still, motionless, rigind in this spot, his eyes transfixed to the sceen.

The cartoon character, or representation of his mother he had recently created to better monitor her gameplay had her hands on the head of bill, he was bent slightly, her breast which had recently be fondling were now exposed and he was suckling on them, bart watched his cartoon moms breasts being sucked, a moan again to his right, his mother obviously enjoying the touch, he turned to her, his mouth dropped and a “whoa” came convulsively from his mouth, his mother had taken hold with hands the top of her dress and pulled it down, then they were forward as if holding a head, even with her hands partially hiding and blocking the view bart clearly saw her ample yellow and firm breasts exposed before him, her dark areola tight and aroused, her nipples stiff and erect, then her hand slipped from the imaginary head before her and she took her own breasts in hand and squeezed.

Bart was transfixed, he watched in disbelief at his mothers actions before him, he felt the sensations between his own thighs as he hardened at this live performance, he placed his hand on his groin, feeling his erection growing increasingly harder, he felt a pang of guilt and embaressment at watching his mother do this, but also he felt himself becoming aroused, very aroused. As his cock got harder and harder bart could no longer take it, he unzipped his fly and slippd out his thick hard throbbing member and took it in hand. Slowly he masterbated as he watched his mother caress herself, then as his excitement grew, a thought entered his head.

Bart slowly walked over to his aroused mother, he placed his hand on her breast and squeezed, it was soft and firm and very warm, the electric sensations flowing through his body as he touched her skin….her naked skin. His thumb flicked over her nipple, she moaned, barts cock throbbed, he realised he had caused that moan, not her gameplay, he flicked again, again a moan of pleasure, definatly him, excitedly he took her other breasts physically moving her hand frm it. Bart groped and squeezed and toyed with his mothers breasts and nipples bringing moan after moan of pleasure from her. He couldn’t believe what he was doing, and that she was letting him, albeit unknowingly him.

He wondered, wondered how far…… he reached down and slipped a hand up her dress, his hand sliding up her thigh, sliding to her inner thigh, whether it be because of him or the sensations she felt caused the gameplay to react or what, whatever as his hand slid to her inner thigh her legs opened willingly, barts cock tingled and his heart raced in anticipation, he then touched her panties, he could feel they were damp, she was extremely aroused, he pressed his fingers on the front, prssing in her lips, he slipped his hand inside, shaved, her smooth lips and wet slit eagerly accepted his finger, then fingers as he slipped in two, she was very very wet, he heard the squelches as his fingers increased in speed ramming in and out, his mothers hips bucked to his finger fucking, suddenly they parted wider and jerked, stiffened she let out a gasp of pleasure, he had made her come, he grinned and she had come hard, he felt the oily thick juice of her orgasm spill into and around his fingers

He looked down, his mothers legs were wide open her dress raised up exposing thigh, his hand disappeared beneath the dress, he felt his fingers hot and wet within her, his free hand slipped from her breast, and while he still probed inside her he placed his hand on the helmet, he applied a little preasure and guided her head, he moved his hips pointing his cock to her oncoming face, as the tip touched her mouth she knew what it was and opended sliding it in, bart gasped with pleasure and gently pressed his hips forward pushing his cock deeper into her mouth, she took it…she took it all and bart amazed and engulfed with pleasure watched through flickering eyes as his mother expertly deep throated him. The pleasure was intense, he saw her spittle on his shaft, then watched the same shaft disapear into her mouth, her lips never flinch or struggle with its legnth as it easily glided into her, with a need boiling on instinct bart began thrusting harder into her mouth, faster and faster, his mother simply took it, as he felt the hot sensations build in his stomach, he slowed, no he thought, he was going to shoot his load into her alright, but not her mouth, bart pulled out.

He dropped to his knees and placed a hand on either knee, he looked up between her open legs, he could see her panties, though darker it could make out the patch of darkened wet material on the bottom of her panties where he had fingered her to a powerful orgasm, he smiled and brought his head closer, the smell off her woman hood filling his nostrils and rousing him more, closer and closer, as he was directly before her hot pussy he slipped his hand to it and moved her panties to the side.

Bart marvelled at the two shaven hair free lips, the dark slit exposing her deep pink inside, he closed his eyes and moved his head forward, slipping out his tongue as his face touched her lips, parting the lips, her sweet and salty taste instant in his mouth, he lapped it up, more moans from his mother, she slid her but forward off the seat almost onto his mouth offering her wet hot cunt to him, he took it, slipping his dart like tongue in and out of her, she bucked, ohh god she called oh god, im coming im coming, her hips jerked again and a hot gush of juices shot from her tensed pussy, bart savoured and swallowed but h hadn’t finished.

He jutted out his chin and raised his head slightly, her lips wetly opened more, he could feel her vaginal opening on his chin, soaking him, he sucked in hr aroused erect clitoris, an instant response from his mother, a gasp and jerk, her hands fell to her thighs and slid up, pulling her dress up exposing thigh, then barts head buried between her pen thighs, her hands fell onto his head and her fingers coursed through his hair and gripped it, pulling him closer to her. She jerked onto his face as he nibbled licked and sucked her clitoris, barely a minute had passed from her last orgasm to this one, just as powerful and filling the room with her groans.

Fulfilled of her flavour, bart stood, carefully he lowered his cock down to the height of his mother open wet pussy, without mercy he slammed in deep into her, jesus fucking christ she yelled as his thick rod filled her,her arms wrapped around his tin body yet her mind never noticed the differences in build from the imaginary character bill fucking her to the real size of her son bart purposefully thrusting his cock into her. Again she came, yes yes yes she moaneed, harder harder give it to me harder, bart simply obliged, with sweat pouring down his face he thrust his cock with all his worth.

Finally with a final push bart rammed in and felt the hot gush of his come eject from the tip of his cock and enter and fill his mothers pussy, she whimpered as she felt her insides filling with the thick cream. Barts twitching body jerked erratically as he spurted the last ounces of his balls contents into his mother,it had been the most fantastic time he had ever experienced, he blinked and fought to get his thoughts in order, the gameplay would start warm down now he just sensed that this was or had been his mothers intentions, so in a way it was game over, he had to hurry, he couldn’t waste anytime, if he did, his mother would remove the helmet to find her sons cock buried still inside her.

Bart pulled his cock wetly out of her, he heard splots of his come drip to the floor and splat from her pussy, bart grabbed the sheet he used to block out the light from the cellar at night and tore it from its rings, he then unceremoniously wiped his mothers vagina of his come, and then the floor, and finally his cock before tidying himself up and tossing the curtain away, he then replaced his mothers still heaving breasts into her top, and quickly straightend her dress, she looked fine, how she felt in her head or between her thighs he couldn’t help, he quickly turned back to the monitor and closed the bartmedia player.as he closed down he saw the software in warm down mode and on its final images, his cock sticky and throbbing in his trousers was still solid even after pumping out all his come.

He calmed himself and wiped the sweat from his brow, a few seconds later his mother removed the helmet, he tall mop of blue hair springing back into shape, she looked flustered to say the least, especially when she saw bart. She quickly looked down, barts heart stopped expecting her to say omething, she did not, she must have been happy with what she saw, he could tell though from her expression she was very aware of how she felt, her hand felt between her legs and though she had tried to hide it, bart saw her fingers press, she must of felt how wet she was and was just confirming it to herself, bart could confirm it for her, he still felt her come and his on his cock, sticking his briefs to it.

Well bart said to her, what do you think, marges voice, a little broken and stuttery said yes, yes it was fantasic the best experience I have ever had, im glad you like it, what did you do, his mother looked at him and he saw her blush, he took pleasure from knowing what ever she said would be a lie unless she told him the truth which he doubted highly, er er she said her eyes darting as she tried to find an answer, nothing really, just walked around a field and stuff. Bart grinned was it good then, ohh yes she chuckled then stopped, yes bart it was very good…….im proud of you.

Im glad you liked it he said, do you think your experience……satisfied you. She seemed to stall and her eyes furrowed, then she looked away from him as she coughed and said yes, it was very satisfying……bart grinned, im glad he said, im just going to spend about half an hour tinkering with a few things, if you think your up to it you could test it again when im ready……..her head bolted to him and her eyes burned deep into his, yes she said quickly I would er love to try it again, though I think it must be a little hot down here as I need to shower first. Fine said bart I call you.

As she walked towards the stairs bart said, we’ll try without the chair if you want and you can experience more walking, fine fine she said just give me the call, I will, he turned to he monitor and said perhaps I can then bend you over and give it you from behind and up the arse, marge stopped and turned and said what……bart smild as he looked at the monitor, oh he said turned, I said when I was in the chair it had made me feel like I was bent over and gave me a sore arse………oh his mother said…. I thought you….er never mind. With that she quickly ran up the stair.

Bart watched her go, he leaned back against the monitor smiling, I’ll put money on it she’s off to finger herself, she must still be hot down there, he applied pressure to his own still hard cock, I think this time though mother, ill be setting up a camera.