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Christmas Affairs	By : Lennox Category: +S through Z > Simpsons Views: 23281 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Homie, I’m off to bed. Just make sure you wrap the last of those presents.” Marge yawned as she ascended the stairs. She lifted her fist to her mouth in hopes of showing that she really was tired. But after an evening of wrapping Christmas presents with Homer, Marge needed a break. And sneaking off to bed before finishing was the perfect way to tie her husband up with the chore.
It was at least five minutes before Bart poked his head out of his bedroom. The sound of a slamming door was Marge’s signal. And a crooked picture hanging on the wall only confirmed it. It was his mother’s sign to him that she was free waiting. Bart slowly and quietly made his way to the edge of the stairs. He peered down through the archway into the lounge room. He could hear the TV and see the flickering light, but there was no sign of his father. The coast was clear. Bart raised his fist against his parent’s door and gently banged his secret knock. After a few seconds, Bart heard his mother’s unmistakable and sultry tone through the wooden door.
“Come in,” she said. Bart eased the door open and slipped into the bedroom. Marge sat beside the door in front of her dresser, brushing her long blue hair. She wore a pink nightgown that was almost completely see-through and it clung to her voluptuous frame. Bart’s jaw dropped as his bulge grew in his pants. He’d never seen his mother dress like this before. Marge placed her brush on the desk and turned to face her son. She wore nothing under the dress; her son could see everything. Her perfect tits, her neatly trimmed bush, and the pussy he loved so much. Bart was speechless.
“Merry Christmas, honey,” Marge whispered. She slipped off her chair and dropped to her knees. Marge placed her hands on Bart’s head and planted a passionate kiss onto his mouth. Their tongues quickly entwined and pushed past each other’s lips. Bart made a move for Marge’s breast with his hand, but she slapped it away. She didn’t want him to go that far just yet. Marge loved her affair with Bart, but she still had to teach him patience in moments like these. Their kiss finally broke, and they smiled into each other’s eyes.
“How about a shower, Mom?”
Bart had his mother pinned in the corner of the cubicle as soon as they were under the running water. Marge had one hand pressed up against the wall. It helped keep her balance when Bart lifted her leg. The boy had his hungry mouth pressed around his mother’s pussy. He looked up at her from between her legs, his lips pressing and sealed over Marge’s slit. Bart’s tongue probed the hole that he came from. He licked and tasted his mother’s pussy; it was the sweetest thing ever to grace his tongue. Bart would never hesitate on a chance to eat his mother out. Rarely a day went by where Bart didn’t perform oral on Marge. Sometimes she’d wake him up straddling his face, or Bart would sneak into her bed and shift between her legs. But after Bart had practiced for over a year, Marge saw him as a more experienced lover than her husband. Homer rarely ate Marge out, while Bart rarely didn’t.
“Ohhh… Bart…” Marge groaned, and she gripped her son’s head. She pressed her hips against her face, trying to get his tongue as deep inside as possible. “Make mommy cum, baby. Make me cum.” Marge was panting with each flick of her son’s tongue. The hot water rained down upon her and dripped from her perfect tits. Marge couldn’t tell if Bart was staring up at them or her face as he licked her. But she knew that in a few seconds, she wouldn’t care. Her hands gripped his head, and she humped and rolled her hips against her son’s face.
“Oh… FFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUCK…” she screamed. Marge didn’t care if the shower would or wouldn’t drown her cries of passion. “I’m cumming, Bart! Mommy’s cumming!” Bart wrapped his hands around her and gripped her ass. His small fingers dug into the flesh of her warm cheeks. Marge’s juices squirted and splashed against the back of his throat. Bart was only too happy to drink down the pleasure that he had bought her. Marge’s leg couldn’t keep her up throughout her climax, and she collapsed to the shower floor in front of her son. Her hair was a mess and her body exhausted. Marge panted heavily under the warm water and basked in her afterglow. Her chest rose and fell with each breath while Bart stood before her. His lips and chin were drenched in her juices, and his cock stood erect from his crotch. He was dying to stick it inside his mother.
“That… was… amazing,” Marge finally spoke. She leaned over and kissed her son’s mouth. Marge could taste herself on his lips, but she didn’t care. She had just been given an incredible orgasm, one that Homer had failed so many times to do. Marge pulled her lips back and wrapped her hand around Bart’s shaft. She stroked him slowly, causing soft moans to escape the boy’s mouth.
“Mom,” Bart closed his eyes. Marge smiled at her special little guy. She leaned forward and wrapped her lips around his shaft. She used the weight of her face against his crotch to force Bart to the shower floor. He let himself down gently while Marge rolled onto her stomach. The shower wasn’t big enough to accommodate them like this. Bart was pressed up against the side while Marge had to bend her knees and rest her legs and feet against the opposite wall. Marge wasn’t ready to go further after her climax, not just yet. But she wasn’t going to let Bart go without any special attention either. Marge pursed and squeezed her lips around her son’s cock. She would slowly drag her lips up his length, letting him free from her mouth with a pop. She pulled her mouth off him after a minute of sucking and replaced her lips with her hand. Marge gently started stroking him again.
“You want to finish this off in bed, sweetie,” she asked. Bart opened his eyes and looked down at his mother. He nodded breathlessly.
Marge wouldn’t let Bart into her bed until he was ready for it. She may be his lover, but she still had responsibilities as a parent. Marge made sure he was properly washed and he brushed his teeth before they left the bathroom. They walked naked to the bed, not caring for their clothes on the floor. Their lips locked together as soon as they were under the covers. Their tongues entwined between their lips while Marge’s hands roamed Bart’s back. Bart’s shaft was stiff against his mother’s chest, and he humped at her softly while they kissed. But as lovely and tender as the moment was, they both had something else at the forefront of their minds. Bart broke the kiss and smiled at her. He shifted down her perfect body to find his face at the level of her wonderful breasts. They were the ideal size; round, firm, and warm to the touch. Not too big, not too small. Bart wished he could remember being fed when he was a baby. He placed his hand against his mother’s breast and wrapped his lips around her nipple. A sharp gasp of air came from Marge’s throat as he gently bit down on her nipple. He was soft, he was careful, and he began to suck on the small bump. Marge placed her hand on the back of Bart’s head as he sucked on her tit. She wasn’t lactating, but that didn’t stop him from sucking and teasing on one of her most sensitive areas. Bart’s cock twitched with stiffness as it brushed over Marge’s pussy. Bart took hold of his cock in his hand and shifted into position. He rubbed the tip of his cock up and down the length of his mother’s slit. Bart kept his eyes closed and kept sucking on his mother’s tit. He didn’t need to see what he was doing; he knew where he was by feel alone. Bart pressed the head of his cock against Marge’s folds. They gently parted around him as Bart eased himself inside. Bart opened his eyes to watch his mother’s face as he entered her. He loved to watch her reaction as their bodies met. Marge would become a little rigid, her lips would curve into a grin, and her eyes would roll to the top of their sockets. Incest was their forbidden pleasure. It was something that they only chose to experience with each other. Bart and Marge both knew about Homer and Lisa’s ‘secret’ relationship, but it wasn’t hidden well enough, and they were able to figure it out on their own. But despite what Marge and Bart had done, they both went to great lengths to keep their relationship a secret.
Marge quivered as her son’s length vanished inside her depths. Her pussy hugged and squeezed every inch, coating it in her lust. Bart looked up at his mother. He slowly started to pull himself back and push back in. He began thrusting against her. His dick was being buried inside her over and over again. Since their first time, Bart knew that he’d never want any other woman. He came out of her many years ago, and he was always willing to go back inside. His mother had the tastiest, the hottest, and the only pussy that he would ever want.
Over and over, Bart slammed his dick into his mother. He was no longer sucking on her tit. His arms were around his mother’s sides, his hands supporting his weight on the mattress as he fucked her. His hips moved faster and faster, his cock plunging in and out of her. Marge lifted her legs around him and reached the headboard of the bed.
“Fa… faster, baby!” Marge groaned. She was almost pleading with him. Bart was moving his hips as fast as he could, his body slapping against his mother’s. He lifted his head and sealed his lips back around her nipple. He bit, he licked, and he sucked on the pink nubbin as his actions only fed his Oedipus complex. Bart tried to focus on delaying his cum for as long as possible, but he knew that he wouldn’t be able to last for too much longer. Marge was quivering and shaking around him. She was enjoying the forbidden act just as much as he was. She moved her hands down onto her son’s ass. She gripped his rear cheeks as he fucked her, her fingertips almost dragging along his skin.
“I’m close, Mom. I’m close….”
“Oh, yes. Fuck me, baby. Cum inside me. Cum inside Mommy.” Bart slammed himself inside Marge as deep and as hard as he could and triggered Marge’s orgasm. As his cock was washed with her orgasmic juices, Bart sprayed ropes of his thick, hot cum was inside his mother. Bart’s body fell limp and collapsed on top of her. Their eyes met with exhausted smiles as Marge’s body accepted her son’s seed. Bart eased himself out and crawled up to meet Marge in a kiss. They panted heavily, laying in a heaving, sweaty mess, and the air around them stunk of sex. They broke their kiss, grinning at each other, and proud of their forbidden love.
“So, you’re going to take your pill?” Bart asked. Marge nodded.
“Bart, you know I have to. You already gave me Maggie. Another baby is just something we can’t risk right now.” Bart rolled off his mother and onto the bed beside her. He felt her fingers in his grasp, and he closed his hand around hers. Bart understood, but ever since Maggie was born, he had yearned to knock his mother up once more. He had dreamt of their life together; he and Marge raising their own family somewhere. He understood but still felt disappointed. The look on his face did not escape Marge’s gaze.
“Tell you what, Bart,” she said as she rolled onto her side to snuggle against him. If you do well in school, and maybe when you’re a bit older, I might ‘accidentally’ forget to take my pills.” Marge smiled at him, and Bart sat up almost straight away. He turned to look at his mother.
“You mean that Mom?” he asked in hope. “You’ll let me knock you up again?” Marge knew this was wrong and a bad idea, to have one baby with her son already. Maggie was, as much as they hated to admit it, an accident. But they couldn’t deny that their first child together brought them even closer and cemented their affair. She had to play it smart, but Marge wanted it as well.
“Yes, Bart. I mean it. If you behave yourself and prove to me that you can be a responsible father, then we’ll have another baby.” A huge smile crossed Bart’s lips. He let himself fall back onto the mattress. His Christmas had just been made. He could receive nothing else and he’s still be overjoyed on Christmas morning.
“You got a deal,” he grinned. Bart leaned over and kissed his mother again, sealing their promise with a deep and passionate kiss.
“You’d better get back to bed, young man,” Marge said. “Your father could be back at any moment.”
“Come on, Mom. He’s probably balls deep inside Lisa right now. We got time.”
“I’m sure he is, Bart. But I don’t want to risk him finding out about us. We’d both be in a lot of trouble if he did.” Bart wasn’t happy about spending the night alone, but he knew his mother was right. He longed for the day when he could fall asleep next to her after a passionate night.
Marge had to force herself off the bed. If she didn’t, Bart would never leave. She picked up Bart’s clothes from the bathroom floor and tossed them onto the bed before grabbing her nightgown and pulling it down over her head. She stole a glimpse as Bart pulled his pajama pants up around his waist, before she knelt down to share one last kiss with her son.
“I love you, Bart. Much more than as your mother. And when we can’t show it, I want you to remember it.”
“I love you too, Mom,” he smiled at her. “I could never forget that. Not in a million years.” Marge smiled at her son as he slowly opened the bedroom door and peered through the crack. The hall was clear. He waved one last goodbye to her before making a mad dash for his bedroom. He opened his door and slipped inside. He breathed a small sigh of relief. He was alone in his room, but happy. Bart was about to head to bed when he heard the sound of a door opening in the hall. He quickly pressed his ear against his own bedroom door, and he realized how close he and Marge had come to being discovered. He had heard Lisa’s bedroom door open and Homer’s footsteps walking down the hall.
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