Simpsons Porn Story: bart and marge

For a long time Bart had secretly lusted for his mother. Sneaking
around and watching her as she bathed, changed, or lied naked on her
bed. He loved her large breasts and tight pink pussy and yearned to be
inside of her.

As the years passed, the sexual strain on Bart began to wear on him
and
came to believe that he and Marge were destined for one another. This
belief made him more and brazen and he walked in on her when she was
about to enter the tub.

Marge was shocked that Bart in the bathroom with her naked and she
shouted, “Get out!!!”

After a long bath, Marge started to dress herself. She remembered her
encounter with Bart in the bathroom and was perplexed.

Marge thought to herself, “why was Bart in the bathroom when I was
bathing and was he wearing only his underwear?”

She then smirked naughtily and thought, “He sure is hung like a horse,
though.”

Suddenly, she heard panting and the sound of skin rubbing furiously.
Marge whirled around and saw Bart fully nude and ogling her naked body
as he masturbated.

She shouted, “Bart!!! What the hell are you doing?!”

“I don’t know what came over me, you’re just so beautiful and sexy,
Mom.
I’m sorry, I’ll be leaving,” said Bart.”

As he said this Marge couldn’t help but stare at his enormous
throbbing
cock. She thought to herself, “It’s beautiful.”

Suddenly, Bart grabbed hold of Marge and kissed her. His hands slowly
teased her nipples and tickled her vagina. Without thinking, Marge
allowed Bart to take her over to the couch and force his cock deep
into
the welcoming expanse of her hot wet cunt.

“My god, I’m fucking my own son, Marge thought and happily smiled.”

Marge awoke from her daydream and realized that Bart wasn’t making
love
to her, in fact he had run off in embarrassment.

“What the hell came over Bart? How could he masturbate while looking
at
his own mother, that’s incest and not right. I guess that he’s growing
up and becoming man…”

“…he sure is hung like a man already,” Marge thought as she fondled
her hardening nipples.

“I sure would like to feel a young hard cock pulsating inside of me,”
Marge moaned longingly.

“Ever since that day three years ago when the power-plant made homer
impotent, flaccid, and infertile, my life has been devoid of love.”

In her state of extreme depression from lack of physical
gratification,
she began to see Bart as a superhero with a hot hard member of justice
to penetrate her dungeon of chastity. She began to see incestuous acts
with Bart as heroic and just, because they would save her from a
sexless
mediocre life.

Slowly, Marge fell to the floor with a look of ecstasy on her face.
Her
hands went for her vagina and she started to finger herself, she
imagined that it was Bart’s penis spreading her legs apart wider and
wider.

She realized that what she needed was bart’s cock. She yearned for it,
and her lust came to love Bart’s cock. This lust overran her fear of
incest and she then realized that she not only loved Bart as son, but
also as lover to be fucked. Marge decided that her son must violate
her
physically or she could not live with herself.

Overcome with the new hope to regain sexual activity, Marge savagely
worked at her clit until she orgasmed explosively and repeatedly.
Eventually, she passed out from all the excitement with a dazed smile
on
her face.

Meanwhile, Bart had returned to the safety of his room. He was
embarrassed at first, but quickly he remembered Marge’s naked
voluptuous
body. Ironically, as Marge was anxiously fisting herself while
thinking
of Bart, Bart recklessly beat his meat while thinking of her.
Coincidentally, they both came at nearly the same time and then passed
out.

Marge woke up soon after with one thing on her mind, her son’s cock.

She picked out her sexiest dress, no bra, no panties and thought to
herself, “After my reaction earlier today Bart, you’re truly in for a
surprise. I’m going to suck you dry of all your pubescent cum.”

She walked out of her room and Lisa asked, “Mom where are off to
looking
so sexy? Are you meeting Dad for lunch?”

“No dear, I’m going to savor Bart’s sausage instead,” Marge said in a
sultry voice.

“Bart can’t cook said Lisa and why are we going to Bart’s room instead
of the kitchen? He’s going to need a kitchen.”

“Don’t worry Lisa, Bart is about to be deep inside my hot wet kitchen.

“What’s he going to cook?” questions Lisa.

“You could say that it’s Thanksgiving because he’s going to be
stuffing
my pussy repeatedly.”

Lisa followed Marge into Bart’s room wondering why her brother would
roast Snowball and suddenly everything came together. Bart lay naked
on
his bed with his dick leaking cum. Then, Lisa looked at her mother and
saw her lifting her skirt to finger her twat as she fondled a breast.

“No, Mom that’s incest!!!! You can’t have sex with your own son,”
screamed Lisa.

“Lisa, I can and I’m going to. Now go to room,” Marge commanded in a
motherly tone.

“Get ready to fuck your son’s brains out,” Marge said aloud.

“Bart dear, wake-up,” Marge soothed as she climbed on top of Bart.
“You
can’t leave your poor horny mother waiting with a wet pussy, that’s
what
little bad boys do.”

Bart woke with his mother’s bright pink cunt hanging over his face.

Bart asked, “Mother, may I?” as he lifted her skirt.

“Yes,” she said. “But now that the pleasantries are over, ravage me
like
an animal.”

Marge threw her dress to the floor as she slowly slid down her son’s
long shaft.

“Mom, you’re so tight,” Bart grunted as her pussy-lips finally
swallowed
the last of his dick.

“Sorry, it’s been three long years,” Marge sighed sadly. “You’re going
to have to make up for your father’s fallacies, Son.”

With that, Bart rammed himself even farther into the very cavity that
he
once was birthed from. Marge bounced up and down on Bart as if he were
a
wild Pony and covered him in her sexual juices as she came multiple
times.

She climbed off and kissed her son as he felt her enormous breasts.
Marge got on all fours and as Bart speared her pussy from behind she
said, “Son, fuck me like a dog.”

Without hesitating Bart proceeded to spread his mother wider and wider
as his cock ravaged her tight greedy pussy. The bed shook violently
with
each thrust and vibrating sound of the bed-spring echoed through the
house.

Meanwhile, Lisa had snuck back to watch her brother fuck her mother
silly. At first she was appalled, however she soon felt a quiver in
her
twat. Lisa was embarrassed to realize that Bart and her mother fucking
had made her wet. Overwhelmed with lust and horny as hell, Lisa ran
back
to her room and repeatedly crammed a dildo deep inside of her. Lisa no
longer knew right from wrong. All she knew was that her mother fucking
her brother definitely was the right thing to do.

Marge’s leaking cum had soaked the bed underneath them and her muscles
quivered from multiple orgasms.

“Bart my love, I do believe that I’ve had enough,” Marge crooned
softly
to her son.

“Enough? We haven’t even started fucking!!!” Bart challenged back.
Bart
lay his sweat and cum soaked mother on the edge of the bed and she put
her legs over her head. Looking down, Bart smiled at his mother’s
glistening wet pussy. Without a word, he jammed his penis deep into
his
mother’s welcoming womb. The shock of the deep penetration instantly
made Marge cum. As she reviled in the ecstasy, Bart started plowing
into
hot stinking cunt. Their haggard breathing and loud guttural moans
filled the house with carnal pleasure.

Marge came again and again and again and finally she moaned, “Bart
don’t
cum inside of me I am scarred of what might happen.”

Bart pulled out and Marge quickly grabbed his throbbing dick. She slid
her hand rapidly up and down the shaft until Bart’s hot spooge
cascaded
onto her breasts and face.

Marge took to slowly licking up Bart’s cum and gently sucking on his
cock as her eyes glazed over with pleasure. Lisa snuck into the room
as
both Bart and Marge collapsed into a tired heap of cum soaked incest.
Lisa quietly left to go masturbate again.

Later, Bart woke with his head resting between Marge’s plump soft
breasts.

He smiled and said, “What hole now lover.”

Marge replied, “Bart I am so grateful for what we did, but it was
wrong,
incest is against the law. We can’t keep doing it.”

“You’re right, but I am still going to want my Mother more than ever.”

“Me too honey, that’s why we have to be strong.”

Marge got up and started out of the room. She looked back at her son
and
saw his giant cock. She suddenly remembered cumming over and over
again
as her son tore her apart. Then Marge felt the dry cum all over her
chest and face. Smiling, Marge realized at that point she could never
say no to her son again.

She bent over giving a Bart a clear view of her beautiful pink twat,
her
balloon sized tits, and her luscious ass and said, “Son, what the law
don’t know can’t hurt it, we’re going to be fucking for many years to
cum.”

Lisa watched Marge leave to go shopping and immediately her thoughts
went to Bart’s cock and how much pleasure it had brought her mother.
Lisa had to have it inside of her.

Immediately, Lisa headed for Bart’s room. She found him lying in his
underwear. Lisa walked right up beside Bart and let him feel her young
tight pussy.

“Bart,” she said. “I want you to fuck me.”

“Anything for my sister,” he said.

Lisa lay down on Bart’s bed and spread her legs. Bart plunged head
first
into her pink young vagina. He licked up one side and down the other
and
went mad from the taste of her juices. Bart shot his tongue in and out
and felt Lisa’s twat pulsate, asking for more.

“Fuck me, Fuck me Bart,” Lisa quietly begged. Bart sat down and Lisa
slowly slid down his cock until her ass rested softly on his lap.

“Now,” Bart sighed as he thrusted deep into Lisa’s vaginal cavity. In
response, Lisa slid all the way up his shaft and teased his tip with
the
edges of her hot wet pussy lips. Then she slid down again, quicker
because of the natural lubrication of her body’s juices. Bart’s cock
skewered Lisa’s pink soft cunt as she bounced up and down experiencing
orgasm after orgasm. This time Bart was in charge and he decided to
cum
inside of Lisa. His hot white cum shot inside Lisa filling her with
man
sauce. Lisa came again and both their love juices mixed together and
seeped out of her beautifully young pussy. Brother and sister lay
together, savoring each others flavors.

Bart left to shower and Lisa savored the feeling of her brother’s hot
warm cum still flowing inside of her. She remembered the feeling of
orgasm after orgasm and gently massaged her clit with one hand and her
breast with the other as she foresaw countless future times fucking
her
brother.

The next day Marge had the house all to her herself. She sat on her
bed
and slowly her thoughts drifted to her son. As she thought about his
cock melting her once frigid pussy she felt grateful to have such a
wonderful son. Marge realized that she now had found her soul mate in
her son. She was destined to fuck her son for eternity. This made
Marge
horny and she gazed off into the distance as her hand slid up her
dress.

Marge was feeling not only horny but extremely kinky. She wanted to
match the kinkiness of incest and fucking her own son, but was
hard-pressed to do so. Marge put on her sluttiest high-heels and
stockings and found a cucumber in the kitchen to masturbate with. It
didn’t quite compare to Bart’s cock, but she happily crammed it past
her
perfectly manicured pubic hair and into her greedy little pink twat.
She
tilted her head back and thought of Bart as she listened to the wet
staccato of the cucumber in her cunt.

Bart arrived home to hear to steady wet sounds and his mother’s deep
panting echoing from the bedroom. Right way he went hard and tore off
his clothes as he raced upstairs. The sound of Bart bounding up the
stairs broke the cucumber’s rhythmic spell and Marge called out, “Son,
screw me like the cheap whore that I am.”

Bart burst into the room to find his mother spread eagle on the edge
of
the bed and playing with both of her giant plump breasts. He was at a
loss for words and opted to just jump on the bed with her.

Marge rolled ontop of her son and grabbed ahold of his enormous cock.
She rubbed her buxom breasts all over his chest and pressed her warm
wet
pussy into his balls. Marge was rewarded by feeling her son’s cock go
oven more rigid in her hand.

She looked him in the eye and said, “my body is yours, I want to feel
your hot cum spread throughout my insides.”

“Yes, mother dear. I’ll fuck you till my cum spurts from every
orifice”

Bart fucked his mother long and hard. He heard her cry out in pure joy
and writhe on his cock in ecstasy during every orgasm. Bart probed his
mother’s warm soft insides and imagined that the only time he ever was
closer to her was when he was growing inside of her womb. Suddenly he
wanted to be back inside again and pushed himself deeper and deeper
into
his mother. Marge screamed out as her son caused the most powerful
orgasm of her life. Bart couldn’t take it any longer and blew his
incestuous load inside of the very womb that birthed him.

Over and over, Bart shot splooge after splooge into his mother’s
welcoming pussy. Even as he pulled out he continued coming all over
her
ass and lower back.

Marge stayed motionless feeling the warmth of thousands of her little
sons penetrating the vast expanses of her interior. Everywhere Marge
was
warm wet and happy. She didn’t want the feeling to end and slid down
on
her sons cock till it was deep inside of her again. Together, they
laid
on the bed, one inside of the other until Bart’s cum leaked out of
Marge’s now sloppy and wet cunt all over his shaft and the bed. Marge
giggled to herself realizing that the giant cum stain was where Homer
would sleep. Bart gently pulled out of his mother and as she cleaned
herself off, he celebrated cumming inside of his own mother. This
scene
became a daily one in the Simpson household as Bart and Marge fucked
and
committed gross acts of incest happily ever after.