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My Wish Is Your Command	By : GeorgeGlass Category: +S through Z > Simpsons Views: 60459 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Chapter 3: Aunt Misbehavin’
At the end of the day, Bart simply wished himself home. He didn’t always do this; often, he liked to ride the bus with his classmates and fuck one of the girls while her friends watched. (It amused him to look into their minds and see how many of them were glad it wasn’t them, and how many wished it was.) But right now, he was in the mood to play his new video game, Major Felony 15. More importantly, it was Friday, and he wanted to save his sexual mojo for the evening.
At six o’clock, Bart’s Aunts Patty and Selma arrived for dinner. Bart had made this a weekly tradition in the Simpson household, and his mom had made a lasagna and a Caesar salad—even though Bart knew she dreaded these forced reunions with her sisters.
“Hey, big man,” Patty said to Bart as she came through the front door with a tray of brownies in hand.
“How’s it hangin’, kiddo?” Selma asked, following her sister and bearing a gallon of ice cream.
“Hard, heavy, and ready for your pussies,” Bart replied. Both women sniggered.
Marge, wearing her apron, emerged from the kitchen.
“Hello, Patty, Selma.” The forced politeness was audible in her voice.
“Marge,” Patty replied with a shark-like smile.
Although Patty and Selma had no choice but to come to these Friday-night dinners, they would have come anyway. There had been a time when the closest either of them got to having a sex life was jilling off to reruns of MacGuyver, and even then, they’d had to imagine that they had the kind of body that would appeal to a young Richard Dean Anderson, and not thirty-something physiques that looked like fifty-something thanks to obesity and years of chain smoking.
But that was all in the past now. Bart had taken away his aunts’ urge to smoke, and quitting had alleviated some of the scratchiness in their voices. But the changes he’d made to their physiques were far more dramatic: Much of their bodyfat, which had previously been evenly distributed around their bodies, had migrated to their breasts and hips, giving both women an exaggerated hourglass figure. Bart required them to wear clothing that showed off their new assets as much as was legally possible, which they were happy to do. Tonight, Patty was wearing a short, tight red cocktail dress that clung to her body’s every excessive curve and showed off her legs up to the mid-thigh. Selma wore a longish skirt of black crushed velvet and a lacy black corset-top that gave her an unbelievable amount of cleavage. Both ladies strutted inside in their stiletto heels.
The two sisters weren’t just pleased with their new bodies; they also enjoyed the attentions of their nephew, who although only ten years old was hung, if not like a horse, then at least like an above-average donkey. And who had stamina to match.
“So, girls,” Bart said confidently as Marge closed the door behind her sisters, “how about we get right down to business and eat dinner after?”
“Sure thing, lover boy,” Patty replied eagerly.
The three women followed Bart into the living room, where Patty and Selma shucked off their clothes, revealing the lingerie they wore underneath. They were essentially string bikinis—Patty’s in pink, Selma’s in baby-blue—but the tops were so small relative to the size of the two women’s tits that the little triangles didn’t even fully cover their dark-pink areolas. The bottoms were barely more than a strip of fabric that would have left a substantial amount of bush exposed had Bart not instructed his aunts to keep their pussies shaved baby-bald.
“Niiiice,” the boy said, looking over their bodies with undisguised lust. Then, not taking his eyes off his aunts, he sat down in the center of the living room sofa.
“Patty, Selma,” Bart said, “let’s start with some entertainment. How ‘bout you show Mom some of your sisterly love?”
Bart’s passion for incest didn’t apply only to himself; he also loved making his mom and aunts get it on with one another. Now and again, he indulged his interest in other ways, too: He had disposed of Milhouse’s virginity by making him fuck his mom while his dad watched (it amused Bart that all three van Houtens had enjoyed this activity more than any of them would ever let on), and he’d spent a whole afternoon forcing Sherri and Terri to take turns eating each other’s assholes, only letting them take breaks when he got horny enough that he needed to fuck one girl’s hole or the other’s.
“You bet,” Selma replied, looking eagerly at Marge.
This was another aspect of these Friday-night get-togethers that Patty and Selma liked, because since childhood, the older Bouvier sisters had always enjoyed picking on Marge. In addition to the constant verbal taunts and occasional physical bullying, they had gone so far as to molest her sexually now and then, making her undress in front of them and then touching her in her private places until they felt that they had humiliated her to the maximum extent possible. A few times, after Patty and Selma hit puberty, they’d held Marge down on her little pink bed and shoved their tits into her mouth, taking turns making her suck their nipples until young Marge’s lips and tongue were too tired and sore for the girl to even think of telling on her sisters.
So for Selma, it brought back some fond memories when she untied her bikini top, let it fall to the floor, and said, “C’mere, Marge. Time to suck ’em.”
When Marge looked at the carpet instead of immediately getting up to do her sister’s bidding, Bart said, “Better hop to it, Mom. Unless you wanna eat her asshole instead.”
Marge suppressed a sigh as she walked over to the sofa. She didn’t know why she’d hesitated; all it ever did was make Bart angry, which inevitably made a bad situation worse. And they’d done this enough times that she already knew the routine to follow. So she went over to where her sisters were sitting and started to lower herself to her knees.
“Hold up, Marge,” Patty said. “If you’re gonna suck Selma’s tits first, I wanna need to see some skin while I wait. Let’s see what you’re wearing for our big man today.”
Marge straightened up, then took hold of the hem of her tight green dress and pulled it up over her head. She was still wearing the black, lacy crotchless panties she’d had on when she saw Bart and Lisa off to school that morning, and she had put on a matching lacy black demi-bra that exposed the top halves of her areolas. Bart had helped her pick it out on the Shady Ladies website before making her go to the store to buy it. He could have let her order it online, but where was the fun in that?
“Heh heh, that’s the ticket,” Patty said, looking her little sister up and down.
“Now let’s get to it,” Selma said.
Marge knelt between Selma’s feet, moving close to her sister. Then she opened her mouth.
“Mmm, just like old times,” Selma said eagerly. She took hold of Marge’s head and thrust her nipple into the younger woman’s mouth.
“Suck it, Marge,” she said, her voice becoming huskier with lust.
Marge sucked dutifully, then swirled her tongue around Selma’s nipple. She knew that if she didn’t make Selma feel good, then Selma would express her dissatisfaction to Bart, and Marge could only guess what punishment she’d be in for as a result. The episodes of sexual abuse at her sisters’ hands were her worst childhood memories, but as Marge had learned, there were degrees of sexual abuse far worse than what she had experienced back then.
Selma made Marge suck each of her tits, then passed Marge on to Patty, where Marge did the same thing again. All the while, Bart sat between his aunts, watching the action with a smile on his face as he stroked his cock where it protruded through the fly of his shorts. He had dispensed with his underwear before his aunts arrived.
“All right, girls,” the boy said at last, unzipping his shorts and tossing them away, “on to the next activity. Gimme some tit.”
Patty and Selma had done this before, so they knew exactly what Bart had in mind. As Marge backed away, they knelt down on either side of Bart and pressed their substantial breasts together around his cock. Then, in sync with each other, the two women moved up and down, giving Bart a two-way titty fuck.
“Yeah, nice,” Bart said. “I love women who know what to do with their tits.”
Both women chuckled, clearly pleased to have earned Bart’s praise.
“These mams are yours whenever you want ‘em, big boy,” Patty said.
“You gave ‘em to us, after all,” Selma agreed.
“God,” Bart said, “it’s so nice to be around women who are grateful for everything I’ve done for them instead of just whining all the time. Which reminds me: Mom, you can take Lisa and Maggie their dinner now. Just be back down here in five minutes.”
“Yes, Bart,” Marge replied.
She went to the kitchen to make plates for her daughters. Sometimes Bart included his sisters in these Friday-night get-togethers, because there was definitely something to be said for fucking his mom until he was ready to cum and then pulling out and shooting his full load into Maggie’s mouth, making the toddler cough and choke, cum leaking from her nose as Marge watched in horror. But on many of these nights, Bart wanted only the company of his adult women.
Turning back to his aunts, Bart said, “Now, ladies, it’s time to get serious. I wanna get into those pussies.”
“Your wish is our command, lover boy,” Patty replied.
“Yeah, let’s fuck,” Selma agreed, untying the barely-more-than-string that comprised most of her bikini bottom.
“How do you want us?” Patty asked as her own bikini bottom fell to the floor.
Bart smiled and replied, “Stack ‘em.”
Patty and Selma, now fully naked except for their stilettos, stood up and went over to the easy chair. Selma sat down first, reclined the chair a bit, and spread her legs, giving Bart an eyeful of her wet, clean-shaven pussy. Then Patty sat down on Selma’s lap and put her legs on top of her sister’s. Now, Bart was looking at two vertically stacked cunts that were primed and ready for fucking.
“Yeah,” the boy said, “that’s what I’m talking about.”
“Come and get ‘em, stud,” Selma said.
“Don’t mind if I do,” the boy replied.
He moved up between their legs, standing straight up so as to put his cock at the height of Patty’s cunt. He positioned his cockhead between her lower lips, then moved his hands up to take hold of her big tits before he pushed into her.
“Ohhhhh, yeahhhhh,” Patty exhaled as Bart penetrated her. “My ten-year-old nephew’s got the best cock in town.”
“Damn right,” Bart replied.
Once he was balls-deep, he started fucking her, playing with her big tits as he did so. Then, after about two dozen pumps, he pulled out, squatted down a little, and shoved his dick into Selma.
“Oh, fuck yes,” the woman moaned.
He went back and forth between them, pumping each one for about a minute before switching to the other. Both women rubbed their clits, each of them getting more and more aroused.
Finally, Bart fucked Patty to a screaming orgasm, then did the same with Selma. And for the grand finale, he pulled out of Selma’s pussy and shot his load in an upward arc at the two women’s faces. They opened their mouths and swallowed as much of his cum as they could catch.
“Damn, that was amazing,” Patty said, licking her lips.
“You’ve done it again, ya little sex god,” Selma added.
Bart smiled at them. Then he looked around.
“Hey, where’s Mom? She missed the grand finale.” Then he shouted, “Mom! Get your fucking ass in here!”
March practically scampered back into the room.
“I’m sorry!” she burst out. “I was talking to Lisa about her homework and-”
“Lisa’s three times smarter than you,” Bart interrupted coldly. “She doesn’t need your help with her homework. The only things you’re good for are cooking and getting fucked, and right now you’re doing a lousy job at the second thing. Now come suck my cock ‘til it’s hard again.”
Patty and Selma sniggered delightedly as Marge dropped to her knees in front of Bart and took the head of his cock into her mouth. Like the Mackleberry twins, Marge had been forced to watch dozens of hours of suck videos so she could learn to please Bart with her mouth in ways she’d never even thought of during her marital sex life with Homer. So, as Sherri had done earlier that day, Marge tightened her lips around Bart’s shaft and bobbed her head for several minutes, not daring to stop without permission, even after Bart’s cock was fully erect.
“Our little sister’s mouth is gettin’ a workout tonight,” Selma commented to Patty.
“Yeah, Marge,” Patty said with a chuckle, “you grew up to be a real suck-cess.” Both women snickered.
“All right, Mom, that’s enough,” Bart said. “Now, all that sucking has me feeling generous. So tonight, I’m gonna let you choose: pussy or asshole.”
With a sigh, Marge lowered her gaze and said, “Pu-”
“But,” Bart interrupted, “there’s a catch. If you choose pussy, I’m gonna knock you up. Guaranteed.”
Marge gasped and, still kneeling, looked up at her son’s face. “Oh, no, Bart, please…”
“C’mon, Mom,” he said, leaning in. “This is your chance to get pregged by a real man for once.”
“He’s right, Marge,” said Selma. “The boy’s only ten, but he’s ten times the stud Homer ever was.”
“Probably twenty,” Patty added. “You oughta be grateful he wants to fuck a baby into you.”
“If Bart was my kid,” Selma said, “I’d be spreading for that donkey-dick every night. Let him plant all the babies he wanted in me.”
“You know,” Bart said, “I’m gonna take you girls up on that one of these days.”
“My oven’s always preheated for you, stud,” Selma answered. “You can put a bun in it whenever you want.”
“Mine, too,” Patty added. With a low chuckle, she went on, “You could have twins by two different baby-mamas.”
Bart grinned at his aunts. “Let’s do it next Friday. I’ll send you both home with babies in your bellies.” Both women smiled hugely.
He turned back to Marge. “But right now, my mom has a decision to make. Wouldn’t want to deprive her of that, right?”
“Definitely not,” Selma replied, chuckling fiendishly along with Patty.
“All right,” Marge said, her voice a defeated sigh. “You can put it in, in my bottom.”
“Your ‘bottom’?” Bart retorted. “Mom, use the right words, or I’ll make your tongue disappear. Remember the last time I did that? That was a very awkward week for you.”
Marge looked at the floor. “You can put it in my asshole.” Patty and Selma chuckled again.
“There,” Bart said, “was that so hard? Now bend over the couch—from the front, so Patty and Selma can play with your tits while I fuck your ass.”
Bart got up from the sofa and pointed at the spot where he’d been sitting, between his two aunts. Marge stood up, moved so that she was standing in front of that gap between her sisters, then bent over at the waist and put her hands on the back of the couch.
Bart stood up on the coffee table to put his cock at the level of her asshole. It occurred to him that while he didn’t want to make himself taller, he could always make his mother shorter—perhaps by making her Lisa’s age, which he’d definitely have to try some time. But he didn’t like doing flashy stuff like that for a regular Friday-night fuck. Everyone in the room already knew he was all-powerful.
He did use his power subtly, though, to lube his cock just enough to get it into his mom’s ass. No point in overdoing it; his aunts liked to see his mom suffer, and even though Bart owed them nothing, their devotion made him want to please them.
“Ready for your assfuck, Mom?” the boy asked.
“Yes, Bart,” Marge mumbled.
“What was that? I didn’t hear you.”
“I’m ready for my assfuck!” Marge shouted, humiliated.
“Good to hear,” Bart replied, grinning. Then he put his cockhead against his mother’s unwilling asshole and said, “You know what else I like to hear? This.”
He shoved hard, forcing the entire length of his cock up Marge’s ass in one thrust.
“AAAAAIIIIIIAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!” Marge screamed.
Bart grinned viciously. It was clear to him that Homer had never had the balls to fuck his own wife in the ass—one of many reasons why Bart didn’t regret having transported the man into the nearest active volcano.
“Yup,” Bart said, “that’s what I like to hear.”
Patty and Selma snickered. Then they reached under Marge’s chest and began playing roughly with her hanging tits.
Bart fucked his mom hard and deep, relishing the sensation every time he drove his length into her ass so forcefully that his balls made a slapping sound against her pussy. Taking her like this made him feel truly all-powerful. This was how the warriors of ancient times must have felt when they raped the women of their conquered lands, asserting their absolute power. Never again in his life would this woman be able to tell him what to eat, or when to sleep, or how he should or shouldn’t treat his sisters.
“Yeah, Mom, take that cock,” Bart panted. “Take it deep, you fucking bitch…”
Patty and Selma were really going to town now, roughly pinching and pulling Marge’s thick nipples as though they were milking a cow that had done something to offend them. Bart loved hearing his mom’s whimpers of pain as he hammered away at her asshole, going balls-deep on every brutal thrust. Her ass jiggled wildly from the pounding his hips were giving it—a visible sign of his mastery over her and her body.
“Alright…Mom…” Bart grunted. “Time to… feed your…ass…a nice…hot…LOAD!”
He grabbed her wide yellow ass hard as he came, shooting hot spunk deep inside his helpless mother’s body. Even as his body shook with orgasm, Bart flashed on the thought that he would never need to masturbate again in his life—not when he had his pick of tight, hot holes to fuck.
As soon as he finished cumming, Bart pulled out of his mom’s ass and hopped down from the coffee table.
“Damn, that was a good fuck,” he declared. Then he pushed his mom aside, sat back down on the sofa, and said, “On your knees, Mom. I want to blow one more load before dinner.”
March, still panting from the torment she had just endured, looked at her son wide-eyed.
“But Bart,” she pled, “your, your thing was just in my, in my-”
“Damn right it was,” the boy cut in. “Maybe next time, you’ll remember that five minutes is five minutes. And maybe you’ll learn to say the words ‘cock’ and ‘ass’ like a good whore should.”
As Patty and Selma snickered, Bart continued, “Now get sucking. Patty, Selma, get down there next to her; you can play with her tits some more while you’re licking my balls.”
“You got it, Chief,” Selma replied.
“Anything you say, stud muffin,” Patty said.
As her sisters knelt down beside her and began to abuse her breasts, Marge shut her eyes. Then she took the filthy head of Bart’s cock into her mouth, and once again began to suck.
End of Part I
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