Sick Day

BY : Lennox
Category: +S through Z > Simpsons
Dragon prints: 10232
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.

      Their shower over, Marge and Lisa dried themselves down and pulled their bathrobes over their shoulders. They shared a deep kiss before stepping out into the hallway. Marge went to change and take care of Maggie, while Lisa helped her mother by tidying the kitchen. It was a silent thrill for her to be so close to nude. Being naked under her pink bathrobe felt like a naughty and different kind of freedom. And Lisa loved the idea that she was sharing it with her mother. In another room somewhere in the house, Marge was exactly the same. Were it not for the large window almost towering over the kitchen, Lisa might have left her robe undone or done away with it completely.

      With her chores done, Lisa retired to the dining room to do some homework. She saw no need to coop herself up in her room with the house almost empty. She set up her books and drew the curtains closed. Her privacy assured, Lisa opened her robe and sat down to work. Her MyPhone sat on the table and cycled through her jazz playlist. Lisa swung her bare feet idly from her seat, she just enjoyed her music and enjoyed her work.

      Once her homework and chores were completed, and Maggie had been laid down for a nap, Lisa could finally enjoy some more time with her mother. The two decided to recline on their couch and enjoy a movie over lunch. Marge made herself a toasted sandwich while Lisa opted for some cubed watermelon; something simple and light that she could enjoy. Marge, however, chose to add some wine to her lunch. The bottle of Shiraz sat beside the phone as Marge sipped it from her glass. They watched their movie in silence, all while dark clouds rolled over Springfield and started to drip rain upon the town.

      But it wasn't long until Lisa started feeling frisky again. Her gaze went from the movie to her mother, lounging on the other side of the sofa. Marge had her legs folded up on the cushions and Lisa followed the limbs with her eyes, right down to her mother's toes. Lisa rolled over onto her back with her head against the armrest. She let herself slide down onto the couch and she propped herself up on her elbow to mimic Marge's position. Marge, meanwhile, could feel her daughter shifting through the couch cushions. She could see her moving out of the corner of her eye. Yet she remained motionless, choosing to focus on the movie instead. Marge knew what Lisa was up to, she knew what she had in mind.

      Marge didn't react when she felt her daughter's toes brush over the top of her foot. Lisa had stretched her leg out to caress her mother with soft and gentle rubs. Lisa pulled her leg back to drag her toes over her mothers', gliding them along the thin gap between them. Their toe-tips touched as Lisa slid hers underneath Marge's, pressing her toes up against the bottom of Marge's foot.

      "Lisa, would you mind?" Marge asked in a pretend bout of frustration. She made it look like she was trying to watch the movie, and she pulled her legs up out of Lisa's reach. But Marge wanted to see what her daughter would do. She wanted to goad her into going further.

      'Fine, you want to play it that way?' Lisa rolled onto her back and tugged on the sash for her robe. The loose knot came free and Lisa pulled her gown open. She kept her eyes locked on her seemingly disinterested mother. Lisa slipped her longest finger into her mouth. She dragged her tongue across the digit, sucking on it and soaking the skin in her saliva. She pulled her finger from her mouth and took her hand down to her pussy. The soaked finger was pushed between her lips and finding the small hole between them, much like it had done in the morning. Lisa eased it inside herself and buried it as far as it could reach. No longer caring for the movie, Lisa started to fuck herself with her finger. She used only her knuckle to push it in and out of her slit. Lisa stretched out her leg once again until her toes pressed back against Marge’s foot. This time, Marge didn’t pull away. Marge extended her leg out towards Lisa, taking her foot away from Lisa’s and resting it near her knee. Lisa looked down at her mother’s foot. It was out of reach from her toes and her hands yet close enough to brush her leg along its side. Lisa’s eyes switched between Marge’s face and her foot, all while still moving her finger in and out of her.

      Lisa almost lunged at her mother’s leg. She pulled her finger from her depths and sat up on the couch. Marge did her best to remain unresponsive as Lisa climbed atop her leg. She felt her daughter’s hands wrap around her ankle and the unmistakable feel of something warm and wet on her skin. Lisa pressed her tongue against Marge’s foot and slowly dragged it upwards. Her lips closed around her mother’s toes as she started to suck and nibble on their lips. Her tongue slipped and licked between them, circling and traveling around each one. She pressed her pussy against her mother’s leg and she began to grind against her. Her hips jolted back and forth, her pussy over Marge’s knee and her teeth nibbling over Marge’s toes. But as Lisa humped her mother’s leg, she started to move her own. Lisa could picture how she looked in her mind. Using that image, she stretched her leg and guided her foot further down the couch towards her mother’s crotch. She could feel the fabric of the bathrobe under her toes as she inched herself closer and closer. The ball of her foot found Marge’s thigh and she only needed to follow it along and her toes found their target. Marge let herself slump down on the couch a little and opened her other leg to give her daughter some more room. She glanced down at the cute foot at her crotch. A soft caress of her clit caused a moan to escape from her mouth. No longer could she bring herself to ignore her daughter’s advances. She moved her hand from her face and quickly snatched up her ankle.

      “Lisa, do you mind?” she playfully scolded. “I’m trying to watch the movie.” Lisa, her mother’s toes between her teeth, glanced back with her eyes.

      “Then maybe we should put it somewhere,” she muttered. Despite the grip, Lisa used her big toe to trace down Marge’s pussy. She eased it inside of her mother, feeling the protective warmth of her mother’s sex envelope her big toe.

      “That’s it, missy,” Marge smiled. “You’re in for it now.”

      Marge yanked on Lisa’s leg and pulled her daughter by her foot. Lisa was rolled onto her back as Marge pulled her closer. She lifted Lisa’s leg into the air and brought her big toe into her mouth. Her tongue licked at the tip, tasting the slight flavor of her pussy on the digit. Lisa’s hand almost flew back to her pussy. She rubbed and fingered herself, watching her mother taking her toes into her mouth, one by one. Marge pulled them from her mouth with a pop before she lifted Lisa’s foot and pressed her tongue to the heel. She pulled her foot down as her tongue traveled along its length, from her heel, along its arch, and right back up to her small toes. Marge made several wipes with her tongue along Lisa’s sole, before slowly turning her attention to her leg. Marge started to kiss over Lisa’s ankle, lifting the leg to kiss and lick down her calf. But Lisa was starting to get other ideas. She quickly yanked her foot from her mother’s grasp and scurried over her lap. Lisa reached and grabbed hold of the wine bottle on the table. She quickly put it to her lips and took a large swig inside her mouth.

      “Lisa, what are you doing?” Marge almost panicked. Lisa held up a single finger as her cheeks filled with wine. She lowered the bottle and held the neck tightly in her hand. With her other hand, Lisa, now standing on the couch, pulled her mother into a kiss. Lisa shared the wine with Marge, feeding it into her mouth with her kiss. Marge placed her hand on the back of her daughter’s head. Lisa could hear her mother swallow it down, drinking it straight from her mouth. Lisa held their kiss even when the last of it had been swallowed. Their tongues slipped past each other, each one exploring the other’s mouth. Lisa broke the kiss and put the bottle to her lips to take another mouthful to share with her mother. She tilted her head a little too far back and the wine poured into her mouth. Her cheeks suddenly bulged with more fermented liquid than they could handle. Her eyes went wide as she realized her mistake, and she quickly pulled the bottle from her lips and covered her mouth.

      “Lisa, are you okay?” Marge asked. The girl spluttered behind her pursed lips. She dared not spit it up in case it stained the couch or carpet. Lisa did the only thing she could do; she swallowed. The wine flowed down her throat with two gulps.

      “Lisa…” Marge’s disappointment was evident in her voice. But Lisa’s change in behavior was almost instantaneous. A hiccup escaped her mouth and she grinned at her mother. 

      “Lisa, I think you should give me the bottle.” Marge tried to grab the bottle from her hand, but Lisa quickly hid it behind her back and out of her mother’s reach.

      “Mom… itsh fine,” Lisa was already starting to slur her words. The alcohol was hitting her hard and fast. Her legs wobbled above her unsteady feet, and she had to rest her free hand on the couch to keep herself upright. 

      “Lisa, the bottle,” Marge held out her hand. Lisa pulled it from behind her back and she looked over the glass container. The neck had grown warm in her grasp, and there was still a decent amount of liquid left inside. Lisa held it out to her mother. As soon as Marge tried to grab it, Lisa pulled it back from her again with a hearty laugh. She brought it to her lips and took another swig of wine, and Marge was finally able to pull the bottle from her grasp. Lisa didn’t swallow this time. Instead, she spat the wine out all over her mother. Marge’s white bathrobe was splashed and instantly stained with the wine. 

      “Lisa,” Marge scolded. “That’s enough young lady! No more.” Marge returned the bottle to the table behind her and she stood up to open her robe. “I’m going to have to soak this now,” she muttered to herself. Marge barely had time to take it off. As soon as her mother was naked again, Lisa grabbed her arm and pulled her back down to the sofa. She lunged at Marge’s chest and began to lick the wine from her breast. Lisa’s tongue quickly found its way to one of her nipples, and Lisa closed her lips around it to suck on it. Marge wanted to put an end to this so she could clean herself up, but she couldn’t bring herself to pull her daughter off.

      “Alright Lisa,” she sighed with a smile. “You win.” She leaned back on the couch and slipped her hands under her daughter’s robe. She slid them down to her ass, cupping the cheeks in her palms. Lisa sucked as Marge’s fingers eased their way down the valley between Lisa’s cheeks, and Lisa opened her eyes when she felt them teasing the rim of her ass.

      “You enjoying your *hic* handful there?” she giggled, looking up at her mother.

      “Your butt is perfect, sweetie,” Marge smiled warmly.

      “Butt,” Lisa snickered. “Hah. Come on Mom…. youse been listening to Bart too much.” Lisa crawled her way up her mother and wrapped her arms around her neck. “It’s my ass, Marge,” she grinned. “And I bet yours is nicer.” Lisa rested her head on her arms beside her mother’s face.

      “Want me to lick yours?” she whispered. “Cause I do, Marge. *hic*” She kissed her ear and pressed her lips against it to whisper. “I want to lick my mother’s butthole.”

      Marge couldn’t believe the words coming from her daughter’s mouth. The wine was having a stronger effect on Lisa than she expected. But Marge couldn’t deny she was enjoying it. It was rare for her daughter to be this bold. Marge moved her hand down to her crotch and slipped a finger between her lips. She was quietly surprised to find out how wet she was.

      “And what then, Lisa?” Marge asked. She wanted to see what else Lisa could come up with. 

      “I want to eat your pussy, Mom,” she grinned and pulled her head back to face her mother. “I came outta there once, I wanna go back in. I wanna get my tongue deep inside…” Lisa’s hand trailed down between her legs and she eased her finger back inside herself. 

      “Just that?” Marge rolled her eyes and pretended to be unimpressed. “I thought drunk Lisa would do more than that.” Meanwhile, she had pushed a second finger inside her. Lisa didn't notice, but Marge was furiously fucking herself below her daughter.

      “Drunk Lisa can be kinky… *hic* Marge. I’ll lick your ass, I’ll lick your pussy, and then I’ll go back to your toes. I’ll lick and suck on your feet all day. Hell, I’d even lick my own if I could. I always thought my feet were cute. Then maybe you could squat over me… and...”

      “And what, Lisa?” Marge asked. She bit her lip, her chest almost heaving. Marge found herself so turned on and she felt that she could cum at any moment. 

      “You know…” Lisa chuckled. She pulled her finger from her pussy and poked it against Marge’s nose. She turned her attention to it, staring at her finger as if she was trying to study it.

      “Oh, right. This was inside me. I forgot.” It was as if a light bulb had suddenly gone off in her mind. She slipped her finger into her mouth to lick off her arousal.

      A soft flash of lightning emitted through the drawn curtains of the room, followed by the sound of thunder. Lisa quickly hugged her mother, startled by the sound. Marge's hand flew from her pussy to instinctively hug her daughter. She was on the edge of cumming, only realizing after she held Lisa so suddenly. Lisa buried her head in her arm around Marge’s neck but slowly came to realize the source of the noise. Her eyes fell on the bottle sitting on the table, and a plan formed in her mind.

      “Maybe you should just tie me up?” she muttered. “’cause if you don’t, I reckon I’m gonna do something.” 

      “And what would that be?” Marge couldn’t wait to hear what she had in her mind. She was really starting to enjoy Lisa’s filthy mouth.

      “This,” Lisa whispered into her ear. The girl almost jumped off the couch. She ran past Marge and grabbed the bottle. Lisa was at the backdoor before Marge could react. She quickly got to her feet as Lisa flung the door open and ran outside into the rain. Her feet splashed over the soaked grass with each running step, but her drunken stupor would quickly catch up with her.

      Lisa, get back inside,” Marge called from the door. She was more worried than angry.

      “Mom, ish fine out here, come on out!” Lisa held out her arms and tilted her head to the sky as she started to spin. She spun faster and faster before drunken dizziness caught up with her. Lisa collapsed backward onto the soaked lawn. She laughed at herself, her arms and legs spread out, as the rain poured down over her body. Marge watched from the doorway, still naked and her robe on the floor behind her. 

      “Lisa, get back in here before someone sees us,” she hissed. “We’ll take another shower, come on.” Lisa slowly sat up, still giggling, and looked down at the bottle in her hand. 

      “Oh hey,” she said. “I’ve got some wine here. You want some Marge?” Lisa held out the bottle and offered it to her mother. It didn’t occur to her that her mother was several feet away and inside the house. Lisa brought the bottle to her lips and tilted it in the air. But the girl was too drunk and she missed her mouth. The red wine poured down onto her chest, and Lisa laughed again.

      “Hey Marge, you wanna drink?” she asked her. “Better hurry before the rain washes it all off.” Lisa pressed the lip of the bottle over her nipple and tipped it skyward. The wine seeped out around her flat chest and dripped down her belly. She moved the bottle across her chest, pouring it as she went. 

      “Lisa, come on. That’s enough now.” Marge walked out into the storm. She didn’t bother with her robe, and she regretted it as soon as she stepped outside. She just wanted to grab Lisa and pull her back in out of the storm. Her eyes were darting between her neighbor’s houses. She was praying that neither of them were home.

      “Hey Marge,” Lisa hiccupped. “You wanna get drunk from me?” Lisa planted her feet firmly on the ground and lifted her hips. She held the bottle over her crotch and poured the wine over her slit. She pressed the bottle against her lips and eased its neck inside her. Marge’s eyes went wide as she lunged for the bottle. She threw herself on the ground and yanked it out of Lisa’s pussy and from her grasp. She quickly looked down into the bottle… it was empty, and the last of the wine was dripping out of Lisa's pussy. 

      “Lisa…” Marge turned to look at her daughter. She had her hand between her legs and her finger running along her slit.

      “Come on Marge,” she grinned. “Have a drink on me.”

      Marge knew she should grab her daughter and drag her back into the house. She wanted to throw her into the shower to clean her up, then send her to bed to sleep off the alcohol. But instead, her eyes fell onto her daughter’s pussy and a grin crossed her lips. Lisa was already outside, the damage had been done, and no one was watching. Marge couldn’t see the harm in going a bit further to indulge her daughter.

      “That’s what you want?” she asked her. 

      “That’s what I’s want,” Lisa hiccupped. Marge rolled over onto her front and took Lisa’s ankles in her hands. She lifted Lisa’s legs onto her shoulders and dove into her pussy. Marge’s tongue pushed against Lisa’s lips and slipped inside her daughter. She could taste the wine inside her, mixing with her flavor as she lapped it from her inner walls. Marge’s tongue flicked inside the young girl’s pussy, making Lisa moan and hug her mother’s hair.

      “Oh fuck…” she swore. “Eat me, Mom. Eat me,” Lisa almost cried. Marge hoped the sound of rain was loud enough to drown out her daughter’s cries, but she wasn't going to stop now. Marge moved her arm underneath her and returned her fingers to her pussy. She was still turned on by Lisa's naughty talk earlier and she knew it wouldn't take her long to reach her orgasm. Lisa lifted her back up off the ground and tried to wrestle her bathrobe out from underneath her. Now as naked as Marge was, Lisa started humping against her mother’s face, feeling her tongue wriggling deep inside her. Her hands gripped the soaked lawn and she pulled up chunks of grass in her fists. She clenched her toes and dug her heels into her mother’s back.

      “Fuck… Mom…” Lisa bit her lip and threw her head back against the ground. Her whole body stiffened, rigidly trembling as she was brought to her climax. She came over her mother’s lips and tongue while Marge snapped her legs closed around her hand. Her fingers were buried down to her knuckles, and her body almost went into spasms as she came over her hand.

      Both Lisa and Marge’s bodies went limp on the ground. Their climax's over and they were left breathless on the lawn. Lisa panted heavily as Marge pulled her legs from her shoulders and crawled up beside her. She propped herself up on her elbow. 

      “How was that?” she asked. Lisa rolled her head back and forth on the grass with a smile.

      “You’resso good Marge,” she finally said. Marge gave Lisa a soft kiss on her cheek before Lisa finally turned to face her. She pushed her mother onto her back and brought a kiss down on her lips. Lisa could taste her climax on her mother’s tongue. She licked her juices from her lips before she pushed it back into her mother’s mouth. But their kiss broke when Lisa hiccupped again, followed by a loud sneeze.

      “I think…” Lisa began as she wiped her nose, “maybe we could get back inside.” 

      “I think you’re right,” Marge sat up and grabbed Lisa’s robe. She paused for a moment as she felt her own sneeze coming on, and her head flew forward as it was forced from her nose. 

      “I believe…” Lisa sniffled, “you said something about another shower?”


      The front door opened and Bart walked in. He wiped his shoes on the mat and shook the rain from his coat.

      “Man, it is bucketing down out there.” The boy peeled it off and tossed it onto a hook before he walked into the living room. Marge and Lisa sat on the couches in front of a roaring fire. Marge and Lisa were dressed in warm clothes, their slippers, and clean robes. Marge had made Lisa a mug of hot cocoa and a cup of tea for herself. Lisa held her drink tightly in her hands for the extra warmth and tried her best to contain her shivers.

      “Wow, sis,” Bart said as he circled the couch. “Guess you really were sick. I almost feel bad for doubting you this morning.” 

      “Thanks,” Lisa muttered. She felt terrible, tired, and groggy. She took a sip of her cocoa. 

      “Well whatever you’ve got, you’ve already given it to Mom,” Bart glanced over at Marge. “But I’ll take it too if it gets me out of school. 

      “That's not going to happen,” Lisa groaned as she looked up at him. It felt like such an effort to raise her head. “Like you said, Mom’s already got it.” Lisa glanced over at Marge, just in time to see her stifle a small grin. 

      “Is there any more cocoa, Mom?” Bart asked.

      “In the kitchen sweetie,” Marge said. Lisa followed her brother out of the room with her eyes. She waiting until he was in the kitchen before she spoke again.

      “I’m sorry Mom, I really wish I didn't drink that wine, and now it's my fault we both got sick. I got drunk and got carried away.”

      “It’s okay Lisa. We’re not too bad, this’ll pass.” 

      “And when it does,” Lisa said. “I’m going to make it up to you, whatever you want.” 

      “Well…” Marge turned around to make sure Bart hadn’t walked back into the room. “I could always go for more of your special foot rubs.” Lisa smiled; it was her first smile since she sobered up. 

      “Anytime you want, Mom,” she winked at her. Lisa lifted the mug to her lips and took another sip of her hot cocoa. She pondered the irony of her situation and how she began the day by only feigning sick to spend time with her mother. Yet now she had caught a cold and a headache, brought on by her drunken antics.

      “Worth it,” Lisa whispered to herself.

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