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Sick Day	By : Lennox Category: +S through Z > Simpsons Views: 13622 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own The Simpsons. The characters are the property of Fox/Disney and I am not associated with the creators or owners of the show. This story is a work of fan-fiction that is written for non-profit and entertainment purposes only.

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"How come Lisa gets to stay home and I don't?" Bart grumbled. The boy had just finished his breakfast and was packing his lunch for school.
"Because Lisa doesn't fake it like you do," Marge scolded her son. "Now hurry up or you'll miss the bus." Dressed in her bathrobe, she watched sternly as Bart made his way around the kitchen. Bart muttered under his breath. While he couldn't say Marge's claims weren't true, it still annoyed him that his sister got a day off school and he didn't. Bart slowly packed his bag while Marge sipped her coffee and glanced out the kitchen window.
"And don't forget your coat," she almost barked. "It looks like it's going to rain."
Up in her room, Lisa heard the faint, but unmistakable, sound of the front door loudly closing. She just barely opened her eyes as a smile crossed her lips.
'One down,' she thought to herself. Lisa's face was flushed, but not because of illness. Her panties lay at the foot of her bed under the covers. She had pulled them down and kicked them from her legs after waking up. Her sea-green nightgown had been lifted around her waist and her hand rested comfortably over her crotch. Her fingers teased her moist and hairless slit. Lisa dipped them between her lips and traced over the small hole between them. She had been teasing herself like this since she awoke, just waiting until it was safe to get up. Staying home with her mother under the guise of being sick was great, but it was the initial wait that frustrated her. Lisa's body was almost trembling under the covers. She rubbed her legs and feet together while she teased herself, working her finger around her entrance but never dipping inside. Lisa lay on her side. She wrapped her blankets tightly around her body. She was hot, sweaty, and above all else, horny. Finally, she heard the front door close again. Lisa counted the seconds in her head.
'One... two... three... four... five... six... sev...' Lisa heard her father's car door slam shut and its engine roared to life. She heard the sound of Homer pulling out of the driveway and driving off down the street. Lisa glanced at her clock beside her bed.
"Five minutes," she muttered to herself. If waiting for her brother and father to leave wasn't bad enough, now she had to wait to see if they came back. This was Marge's rule; if she was going to pretend to be ill, she would have to wait and make sure that Bart and Homer wouldn't be coming home. Lisa closed her eyes. She didn't want to look at the clock. Each second almost felt like several, each minute like an hour. And while she waited, she still refused to allow her finger inside her. Lisa bit her lip. She took deep breaths through her nose. Her thumb found the soft nubbin above her slit and gently grazed over it with the lightest touch. Lisa jolted in her bed. Her body jumped from fetal and curled to stretched and rigid.
"Ahhh..." she gasped. Lisa didn't realize how sensitive she had become. "Maybe I should stop... calm down a little bit," But she didn't stop. Her body slowly returned to its original position under the covers. Her hand was sandwiched between her legs as her finger traveled the length of her pussy lips. It would bump and slide over the hole with each passing stroke. Lisa's legs were soaked, but she didn't care. Her sweat was seeping into her bedsheets, but she didn't care. She caught faint whiffs of her arousal from under her covers, but she didn't care. Lisa opened her eyes and looked at the clock. Four minutes left. Lisa sighed. This was going to be torture.
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"Lisa? You awake?" Marge's voice was like music to Lisa's ears.
"Yeah, Mom," she muttered. Lisa slowly rolled over to face the opening bedroom door. She kept her hand pressed between her legs as she smiled at her mother.
"You want to take a shower?" Marge smiled back.
"Uh-huh," Lisa nodded her head over her pillow. Marge placed her hands on the collar of her bathrobe and pulled it open to show off her naked body underneath. Lisa sat up almost straight away. The covers fell off her body and she swung her legs off the side of the bed.
"Keeping yourself busy, I see?" Marge smirked. Her eyes fell on Lisa's hand, still between her legs. "You couldn't wait?"
"Just... teasing myself a little while I waited," Lisa said. Her feet landed on the floor and she planted herself on her trembling legs. Her nightgown fell from her waist as she rose from the bed.
“Come on honey,” Marge offered her daughter her hand. “Let’s go get cleaned up.”
Marge turned the tap and her shower came to life. She allowed her robe to fall from her shoulders and land unceremoniously on the floor. She slid the door open and stepped into the tiled cubicle. The steam rose from within its walls. It crashing lightly against the bathroom’s ceiling and spreading along the flat, upside-down surface. Marge’s tall hair began to fray and sag atop her head, all while the hot water rained and dripped down her body. Lisa lifted and pulled her nightgown from her body. She dropped it with her mother’s robe and stepped into the shower. There was enough space to comfortably fit the mother and daughter, and Marge sat on the floor beside Lisa as she slid the door closed. Lisa stepped between her mother’s legs and their lips met in a passionate kiss. Lisa felt Marge’s tongue slip into her mouth. Her hand found its way to her mother’s breast while Marge rested hers on her daughter’s ass.
"Oh… Mom…” their tongues slid and danced with each other between their lips, their eyes closed, their faces flushed. But after a solid minute of kissing, Lisa wanted something more. She broke their kiss and looked straight into her mother's eyes.
“I want to taste you.”
Marge slowly rose to her feet and Lisa wasted no time in diving her face between her mother’s legs. Marge placed one hand firmly against the wall and gently lifted her leg. She felt Lisa’s tongue sliding over her damp folds. Her lips almost formed a seal around Marge’s pussy, her tongue probing and licking as far as it could reach. Marge placed her hand on the back of Lisa’s head. Her once spiky tufts of hair were now matted and flat, dripping constantly with warm water on the tiled floor below. Lisa lifted her arms and gripped her mother’s ass. She tilted her head back to press her tongue between Marge’s lips. A groan escaped Marge's mouth. She gripped onto Lisa’s hair as she felt her daughter's tongue slipping inside her. Lisa’s tastebuds were suddenly bathed in her mother’s lustful flavor. She eagerly lapped her tongue to taste every tiny bit of her mother’s pussy. Lisa loved eating her Marge out. Maybe it was the act itself, or maybe it was because she was licking the same pussy that birthed her. But Lisa didn’t care. She loved everything about her mother’s pussy. And Marge couldn’t have been more turned on with the affair she held with her daughter.
Marge started to grind her hips over her daughter's face. Already she was starting to feel her orgasm slowly approaching. Each pass of Lisa’s tongue brought her just a little bit closer, while the girl basked in her mother’s flavor.
“Oh… fff… Lisa….!” Marge groaned as she bit her lip. She held her daughter’s face firmly between her legs, catching herself before swearing and tilting her head back against the tiles. The shower poured down on their nude bodies, the warm water heightening their lust for each other. Lisa pushed her tongue as deep as she could inside her mother. She wanted to explore every part of her depths. She used her hands on Marge’s ass to pull herself as close as she could. Her nose tickled Marge’s clit, rubbing and breathing over it.
“God… Lisa… yes… yesssss,” Marge threw her head back against the wall. Her body trembling as she was forced to drop her foot to the floor. She held Lisa’s head firmly between her legs as she came. Lisa’s tongue was basked in the flavor of her mother’s lust, feeling a slight squirt splashing against it.
“I... I have to sit down…” Marge was almost panting. Lisa quickly stepped back to allow her mother the room to lower herself to the floor. The cold tiles were pressed firmly against Marge’s back, but she didn’t care. She was too focused on the feeling of her climax. Marge almost collapsed onto the floor. She lifted her arms and held them out towards her daughter, and Lisa walked in to hug her exhausted mother.
"That felt amazing," Marge sighed. "You've become very good at that."
"Well, you're just so tasty, Mom. You've given me a lot of practice." Lisa turned and gently sat back against her mother. She could feel her chest rising and falling with each breath, and her breasts pressing warmly on her back.
Marge’s hands started to roam Lisa’s chest. Lisa closed her eyes and rested her head on Marge’s shoulder. She just enjoyed the soft, gentle touch of her fingertips gliding over her skin. One of Marge’s hands stroked Lisa over her bare chest while the other moved down between her legs. Her fingers cupped Lisa’s pussy between her legs before she paused for a moment and lifted her hand back up. Her fingers felt moist, and she rubbed them over her thumb to inspect the dampness.
“Lisa,” Marge said with a grin crossing her lips. “You’re not wet from the shower, are you?” Lisa felt her cheeks flush in slight embarrassment.
“Okay, so maybe I wasn’t teasing myself 'a little' in my room,” she said. Lisa lifted her arm and took hold of her mother’s wrist. She guided the messy fingers towards her face and, one by one, she slipped them into her mouth. Her tongue licked her moisture off her mother’s hand, each finger coming free of her lips with a soft pop.
“You didn’t let yourself finish, did you?” Marge whispered into her daughter’s ear. Lisa shook her head. "You don't have to deny this to yourself, Lisa. You know that, don't you?"
"But I wanted to wait for you."
"Well, I'm here now. And I'm not going to let you go without.”
Marge slipped her hand back down between Lisa’s legs. Her finger traced up the length of the girl’s soaked slit, pushing down against the small clit and making Lisa squirm in her arm. That familiar feeling of a finger at her entrance but never slipping in quickly came back to her. Slowly, and gently, Marge eased her finger inside her daughter. Lisa arched her back, pushing her chest forward and her shoulders back at the same time, as she was finally penetrated. Her leg twitched against her mother’s, her foot sliding against Marge’s calf.
“Mom…” she groaned. Marge said nothing. She just eased her finger in as deep as it could go, working it in down to her knuckle. Lisa lifted her arm and placed her hand behind Marge’s head and pulled her mother in for a kiss. Their lips met as Marge started to fuck Lisa with her finger. She eased the digit in and out of her soaked snatch, building up a smooth and steady rhythm. Within seconds, Lisa was squirming in her arm. She had worked herself up for over half an hour in bed just before and her body was already starting to remember. Lisa quickly found herself back to where she was earlier, but Marge’s finger took her beyond that point. Her body was no longer yearning to be penetrated, it was begging for release. Their lips remained locked as Lisa found herself humping her mother’s finger. Her hips jerked over Marge’s thighs and she grabbed hold of her wrist. Lisa was close, very close. Her breathing through her nose became hard and heavy, and she refused to break their kiss. Marge dug her finger inside Lisa one final time before she slammed her legs shut around her mother’s hand. Her body trembled, her hips shaking, her tongue hanging in Marge’s mouth, all as she was brought to her climax. Lisa felt herself go rigid for several seconds, her toes clenching as she rode out her orgasm. And then, just like her mother, she let herself go limp.
Lisa collapsed on top of Marge’s chest and stomach. Just like her mother, she too was left breathless after her orgasm. Marge eased her finger from inside her daughter’s depths and rested her hand between her legs. She hugged Lisa close, kissing her gently on her forehead.
“Feel better sweetie?” she asked.
“I really needed that,” Lisa sighed. She tilted her head to look up at her. “Do you want to go again? Maybe try something new?” Marge began to softly stroke Lisa’s slit with her finger. The young girl gave a soft murmur.
“I’d love to honey,” said her mother. “But maybe in a little bit. Let’s let you rest first.”
“Okay Mom,” Lisa sighed. She was still panting from her cum. Lisa lifted her arm and took her mother into a warm embrace under the warm shower.
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