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The Inexplicable Reality - Sideshow Bob Pt.1	By : Wendell Urth Category: +S through Z > Simpsons Views: 4074 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: The Simpsons and all associated characters belong to their respective creators and owners, not me. I receive no compensation whatsoever for this story.
Chapter 2: Simpson’s Home
Marge sat on the edge of Barts bed, running fingers through is hair as he shifted attention from one tit to another. She had run out of milk, but was sure there’d be more tomorrow. And more the next day. Bart was still sucking on an extended nipple. Happy for the moment.
“You know Bart, you’re the man of the house now… and the comes with certain… benefits?” A wide smile on that last word.
She moved his blanket in order to have room to remove his pjs. His yellow skin seemed to almost glow in the darkness of his room. It wasn’t a comic book he had been reading, it was one of Homer’s old nudie mags, pretty raw. The old Marge would have shrieked if she thought “her little guy” knew about such things. But the new Marge?
Even now, Bart looked embarrassed to watch his mother, his naked mother, turn the pages. She stopped on page 4, it showed a middle aged woman with her young lover. You were supposed to believe it was her teen age step-son, she was sucking his cock. There was a string of cum across her face. The so-called teen was probably in his late 20’s. Still, it was a fantasy she could now appreciate.
“Do you like that Bart? Do you think about things like that?”
Bart could only shake his head. He was struck speechless.
“Me too, I think about it too.”
Page 30, a woman on all fours, her big sloppy tits brushing the floor. She is looking over her shoulder (presumedly at her lover), one hand on her ass, spreading one side of her pussy open. The pussy lips are thick and dark. Marge says she thinks hers are nicer. Bart agrees.
Marge laughs, “Are you sure? Maybe you should look closer… That’s it. Can you give them a little kiss? A little lick. Oh, that feels so good.”
Bart, “Do you like that? Do you like when I kiss your… your…junk?”
“You mean my pussy? My cunt? Don’t be afraid to say it. I’d like to hear those words from you. Do I like it when you kiss my pussy? Oh yeah. Yeah. Very much. It’s hot. It’s so nice, baby.”
Bart and Millhouse had looked at Homer’s porn together, this very magazine just a few days ago. They rated “the whores and cunts” as they called the women on the pages. He never expected to have a similar conversation with his mom! He omitted calling them these names now, though. He didn’t dare consider using those words with his mom! Now she told him it was OK. She wanted him to. She wanted him to call her these terrible names.
“I think my tits are nicer than this bitch’s, don’t you? Mine aren’t so sloppy, though they do hang a bit. Not as firm after having three kids”
“I like them, they’re perfect!”
“Not so perfect, not anymore,” she said a little sadly.
“No man, they’re perfect. Trust me. Perfect,” He insisted, kissing his way across her nipple and licking her areola.
His cock was so hard it hurt him. She hadn’t touched him there yet, but she stroked his thigh. It didn’t help him maintain control!
Page 37 to 38. A two-page spread… and I do mean “spread”. A blonde teenager, pig tails, probably in her 30’s knees pulled up to her chest. Fucked hard by an older sweaty man. “Do you like that, Bart? Do you imagine me on my back, knees pulled up? Is that what you like Bart? Tell me.”
Silently he turned to a page near the back, the page fell open as if it had been turned to more than the others.
She smiled again. Nodded. Another woman on all fours being drilled by a much younger man, one of his hands holding her down by the back of her neck pressing her face to the sheets that she was biting, his other hand clearly mauling a hanging titty.
As Marge studied the picture and nodded her approval, he thought, “Strange… never noticed the blue glow in Mom’s eyes before...” He shook his head. He had more important things on his mind now.
She took his small firm cock in her warm hand. It fit perfectly! It only took a few strokes till he fountained in the air. Cum rained down in spurts into her long hair. She laughed and used her finger to remove a trace of cum from below her eye.
Bart had usually been so careful when he masturbated. He had a box of tissues under his bed and next morning he’d flush them… when he remembered. No one knew… he thought. There had been one time when he thought he’d left one under the bed, it was gone the next night. “Maybe mom had cleaned…” but there were no other signs his mother had been in his room to clean. Maybe he was wrong and forgot about it.
He looked at her aghast, he never meant to cum on his mom! And certainly not on her face. He started to sputter, to apologize and she shushed him. Took her cum stained finger and stuck out her tongue and licked it clean.
She licked her lips. And kissed him. Felt her tongue invade his mouth and tasted himself. He closed his eyes. It was good. She broke off the kiss. He was hard again, she lay him back in the bed, kissed his throat, kissed his chest and rained light butterfly kisses down his belly… to his crotch.
He instinctively spread his legs, not believing what he hoped and prayed was going to happen next. She pressed her cheek against his cum slick cock and balls for a moment, savored the smooth warm shaft against her cheek. Then more kisses, different somehow.
It began as kisses, random tickling to his balls, tasting the cum. Turned into long slathering licks, things done with her lips.
He felt it build and build. He held back… or tried to. Suddenly his entire four-inch cock and balls were in his mouth… his mother’s hot mouth and she was sucking, God she was sucking. Sucking and he blasted a load into her mouth and she took it all, took it all and kept sucking for more. That wasn’t enough for her, she licked him clean, every stray trace of jizz. Closed her eyes and sighed!
A long, satisfied sigh.
“Thank you, baby, thank you so much.”
He was weeping now. “I love you, mommy, I love you so much!” He never called her mommy.
“Tomorrow, say you’re sick. Lisa doesn’t need to know. Our secret.” She turned, stood at his door. “Maybe we can do that,” she said, pointing to the page Bart had indicated. “Maybe we can do every page?” She laughed, “If you’re a good boy.” She winked
The expression on her face changed as she strode naked down the hall back to her room.
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