Simpsons Porn Story: the simpsons the cinema part1

The
Cinema.

It
was Sunday afternoon and relatively quiet in the Simpson household,
the weather was not particularly good the rain had been falling for a
while it was chilly and seemed to effect the mood of the family. Well
most of it, Lisa was out in the country pony riding and from all
accounts the weather where she was was fine. Homer had taken his
usual position on the sofa watching the tv, Marge was busying her
self around the house Maggie was content in her high chair and Bart,
Bart was in his bedroom.
Homer
stretched, the programme he had been watching, or rather staring at
had gone to commercials, he swung his feet off the sofa and made his
way to the stairs noting Marge by the sink, he rose the stairs, the
loo was his destination and his bladder warned him not to take his
time, he reached the top and turned towards the bathroom, he walked
up the hall and saw Bart’s door ajar, Bart wasn’t to be seen as
he glanced and entered the bathroom. He relieved himself with a long
grateful sigh, he frowned, there had been no noises from Bart’s
room, no mutterings from his son nor the usual clangs and bangs from
the tv or the tv as it played one of his many video games, he
finished, did himself up and decided he would poke his head in on the
way back.
True
to his own word he did, he peeped in on Bart as he passed, his son
was quietly reading on his bed, Homer smiled and started to walk off,
he stopped and frowned and went into Bart’s bedroom, Bart looked up
and casually smiled, Homer sat on his bed and asked what was up, as
he sat Bart closed the large book and looked at his father as he
questioned him. Unbeknown to Homer Bart’s heart was racing like a
steam train, he could feel it beating wildly in his chest,
threatening to break out, he was surprised his father couldn’t hear
it. Hi Homer he said placing down the now closed book. What do you
mean what’s up. Homer smiled, One he said your reading which is too
much like learning and education and two, you closed the book too
quickly, almost hiding something from me he reached out for the book,
too late for Bart, he reacted too slowly.
Bart’s
heart skipped a beat, he gritted his teeth and closed his eyes
tightly as he saw his dad open the book, the book on prehistoric
animals……with a most recent copy of play dude cleverly hidden
inside, no too cleverly he thought. WHAT THE..!! Exploded homer, bart
inwardly sighed, already resigned to the verbal beating he was no
doubt about to receive. He could see it now, rants raves and
groundings possibly even an ear clipping. Ready for whatever
punishment his father was going to dish out, he opened his eyes and
calmly looked a him, he had after all read it twice, so even taking
the thing would have only a limited effect, he saw his fathers
shocked face, it was a picture, one he would never forget and one he
wished he could capture and show Milhouse when he came back from his
aunts.
A
deep glutteral growling began in homers throat, the amazingly it
subsided, homer was annoyed at the boy, this type of material was not
for one so young, but if obtained he knew he would have done the same
thing, with a composure of a more understanding father he simply
stood and took the magazine and decided to confront Marge and they
could both decide on a suitable punishment, he looked at bart with a
deep penetrating stare as he stood, homer wanted to laugh as he saw
his sons face, shocked, not at only being caught out but by his
fathers………..civilised attitude.
Bart
was absolutely shocked he stared at the closed door as his father had
exited his bedroom for ages, unable to comprehend why he hadn’t
been throttled, verbally attacked, these types of things always
happened with homer, not the reaction he had just got……that was
more a Flanders reaction. His heart was still racing and his breath
deep but his mind was in a turmoil. He slipped from the bed and
gently opened the door, made his way to the top of the landing and
listened, his father had no doubt gone to his mom……what would her
reaction be.
Homer
stomped into the kitchen and slammed the magazine down on the kitchen
table causing marge to turn from her routine duties, she looked at
homer then the source of the slam, she stopped what she was doing
instantly as she kinda recognised the glossy magazine lying there.
Without another word she turned, placed down the cup she was washing,
dried her hands and walked over and sat at the table, pulling the
magazine towards her, she opened it. Homer watched her walk over, her
face was…..well it was normal, no anger, frustration, nothing she
simply sat and opened the thing.
Marge
glanced at the girlies within, semi naked and naked, legs open,
revealing all their female delights. Page after page. She obviously
knew her son was growing, becoming more and more curious, and no
doubt it was rife at school, older kids knowing more, the kids bart
hung around with he as bound to come into contact with this, and
alike. She sighed and looked at homer, she held his gaze for a few
seconds, seeing his and noting his anger, surprised and impressed
with his containment, she hadn’t heard any screams or bellows. He
is getting older she said. His mouth dropped open, he had expected
her to react angrily but to a lesser degree than him normally, but
with his subdued reaction he thought her normal reaction would have
paled his…..but nothing.
He
slumped in the chair before her, marge he said, its an adults
magazine…..full of naked women, he is our son, ten years old….is
that all you can say, I thought I had been soft, deciding to let you
dish out the punishment based on your annoyance, but I didn’t
expect this, I may as well give him the darned thing back and
subscribe to the monthly delivery of it for him. Marge smiled, very
funny, of course I am annoyed, well upset really but its not
unexpected, like I said he is growing up, he is curious. Homer
slammed his fist, he should be curious about different candies he
said loudly, not this……filth. He didn’t really mean filth, he
had to make it sound as if he wasn’t interested in it, he had to be
honest with himself as he had walked down the stairs been pissed his
son had seen this issue before he.
He
sighed, fine…..fine he said, he stood and picked up the magazine
and placed it into the trash bin firmly, I will decide what to do
about this while I am watching my programme, and with that he walked
out of the kitchen and back into the front room where he sank into
his sofa. What would the guys at work do, he pondered, probably pat
his son on the back before snatching the mag for themselves. This was
the type of thing they were always talking about at work, this
magazine, that magazine, this film that film, and lets face it homer
he thought to himself, you only join in the conversation with them
with as much gusto, its not as if he was against the stuff. They had
only recently been talking about the latest film out, apparently the
most risquever made with some hot and steamy bits, homer had
wished he had seen it……..then it hit him.
He
smiled, smiled at his own devilishness, he could kill two birds with
one stone here, he stood and walked into the kitchen, marge had
resumed her washing. Planning as he went he said to Marge, I have
decided on Bart’s punishment, she turned, punishment, yes said
Homer, even given the fact he is curious and growing up, he shouldn’t
be bringing and reading that material in the house, there is Lisa to
consider too, He was impressed with his delivery of his plan, Marge
had to concede he was correct, what do you intend to do, Homer
inwardly smiled, to be honest he said I am disappointed with you to
at you tame reaction, so I intend to fight fire with fire, so to
speak, Marge frowned, I am going to take him to that seedy little
cinema on the outskirts of town and make him watch whatever they have
on, not only will he see things full on it will in a kind of way be
tutorial and educational for him.
Marge
looked aghast, you cant do that he’s too young, to get in maybe
retorted Homer, but if he thinks he is old enough to read smut, well
he can watch it, hopefully he will be embarrassed with our presence
he’ll stay away from it in the future, our presence Marge
interrupted, yes said Homer, he’ll be more likely to be embarrassed
with his mother there than his father, and it might make you equally
embarrassed as to react differently in the future, if there is one. I
don’t know said Marge, perhaps we can ground him or something, I
doubt it would work said Homer, it hasn’t in the past, and I don’t
want an alternative now, just because your unhappy, like I said I was
upset at your reaction to this in the first place so I want you to be
affected too.
Before
Marge could argue Homer said, I have made my mind up, not only are we
going to do it, were going to do it today, he smiled as he got no
more response from his wife as he walked back into the front room. He
sat and looked at the tv, he was looking forward to seeing this film
his mates were all talking about.
Bart
had heard his mothers voice as she had been shown, obviously the
magazine, he was surprised and pleased she had taken it not only
calmly but had even defended him, he had expected her to scream and
bawl his name, he didn’t know how to react, eventually as he sat
there listening to the short discussion, the slamming of the bin, he
had expected the magazine to end up there, he heard his fathers
footsteps as he walked out of the kitchen, he had slid back away from
the landing rails out of sight of his father and returned to his
bedroom, he didn’t know what to do, he knew some form of punishment
would be dealt, he imagined it would be his games console plus
grounding and no doubt other things, he decided to get a bit of time
on his console before it was taken from him.
Marge
sat at the table, had she been too soft in her reaction she wondered,
was Homer right, why was Homer being so…..normal about this, normal
as in for someone else, this wasn’t like him at all, thinking about
things instead of flying off the handle, she was sure she was right,
Bart is growing up, he was bound to get into things like this, liking
it or disliking it wouldn’t make a difference, what she was unsure
of was Homers so called solution, she definitely didn’t think it
was right, it could have adverse affects on Bart, perhaps she should
talk to Homer, get him to see things differently at least his
solution, after all she didn’t want to be seen going into a seedy
cinema, even if it was on the edge of town, someone might see her.
After a few seconds she thought, if it’s a cinema, it wont be
pornographic, that type of activity was only in the cities, not hear
in Springfield, it would be tasteful……surely……perhaps this
might work, might be the right idea, could Homer be right??
Within
the hour, Bart had been informed of his punishment, he had been
amazed nothing was being taken off him, no grounding nothing,
secretly he was pleased ,he was actually going to see a film, not
pictures like in a magazine….but a film, and a rude film his father
had said, he was a little unsure about his parents being there,
especially his mother, he suspected this was also part of the
punishment, embaressment he concluded, that did bother him, watching
a film like that with his mother there, that would definitely
embarrass him, he told his father so too, the reply he got
was……good!!

Homer,
completely excited about seeing this film, with an added flavour of
his wife being there, even his son which was a little perversely
arousing could barley hide the erection in his trousers, he took some
deep breaths as he knew his voice would be a little trembling, he had
to give Bart and Marge the impression he was annoyed and this was a
punishment not a desire for him to see this film. When he considered
himself ready he walked from the front room to the bottom of the
stairs, he carefully fuelled is voice to sound authororotive and deep
as he called bart down the stairs, he then walked into the kitchen as
told Marge that they would be leaving shortly and he had arranged for
Maggie to be dropped at her sisters, Marge looked at Homer and began
to speak, before the words came from her mouth, Homer had raised his
hand and said, no Marge I am determined in this, and were going to go
through with it, five minutes later they were all in the car.
With
Maggie now dropped off, there was silence as Homer made his way
towards the cinema, just to add to the illusion, his illusion, he
said to no one in particular, I am not too sure where this cinema is,
so we may end up driving around a little, he of course knew exactly
where it was and had already planned a route to miss it, then a
double back and hopefully make it look as if they had stumbled upon
it. In his mind, as he eventually pulled up in the cinemas small car
park, the plan had gone accordingly, and he doubted Marge suspected a
thing. It was indeed secluded and dingy looking, seedy almost, most
of the shops were closed with it being Sunday, there was little
traffic driving past and little or no pedestrians on the sidewalk,
the car park was also empty except his and two other vehicles.
They
walked to the front of the building, the hard part he had deducted
was getting Bart in, he had decided upon seeing a fire exit whilst in
the car park, that bart would wait here and when he and Marge were
in, he would make his way to this exit and let his son in, it was
just like his youth. As if by clockwork, and military timing, they
had paid, entered and in the gloom of the cinema, basically empty
cinema he had found the fire exit. They were still at the back, the
large screen was showing commercials, smoke spiralled up like wisps
in places where the odd occupants were sat, it was very dark. Homer
said we can sit at the back, no one is there and at least it will
make this punishment a little more bearable for you, you wait here
and ill go and get Bart.
Homer
left her standing there, and in the gloom of the cinema, he slid
along the back, and down the side aisle to the closed fire exit, he
knew opening this would let light in, which would grab peoples
attention, so he decided he would pull bart through the smallest of
gaps and keep his body bulk in the way of prying eyes, then he would
wait a few minutes until peoples attention was back on the screen
before making his way back to Marge. He did this, and also once he
had waited until he assumed people were watching the screen again he
kept bart between him and the wall as he made his way silently back,
the gloom of the cinema aiding his mission. Once back with marge he
guided them towards the row of empty seats at the back of the cinema,
bart then marge then he last, this side of the cinema didn’t have
an outer aisle so bart would also be hidden from view as he would be
against a wall, in the corner, probably the darkest part of the room.
This
homer mused must be one of the luckiest days of his life, not only
was he going to see this film which all of his friends had seen and
talked about, but to get to see this type of film to satiate his lust
and with his wife there, and a little perverted additive as his son
was also here, but he had managed to ruse it all as a punishment and
he had succeeded, he had also or so he believed managed to get bart
in un noticed and to top it all, he smiled, the cinema commercials
had come to an end and the film began, homer smiled as the movie
started, more and more amour.
Bart
was nervous, he didn’t know why, he was looking forward to this, he
couldn’t possibly see how his father saw this as punishment, if it
was a new type he was going to be naughtier…..he was very
uncomfortable with his mothers presence, very uncomfortable
especially with her being sat next to him, perhaps that was the
reason, and for that alone, bart felt like the punishment partially
worked. Marge, well she didn’t know what to expect, she had never
heard of the film before, why would she, its title gave away its
content though, at least, or so she thought it wasn’t porn. She was
also uncomfortable here, in this type of environment knowing what the
film was, knowing those in here, hidden I the darkness were probably
perverts, but worst of all bart, he was right next to her, how would
he react, how would she react……she doubted or began to doubt
homers reasoning.
The
film was only fifteen minutes old and bart already had a boner, one
like he had never known before, his eyes had been filled with massive
images of naked women, bare bouncing breasts, huge breasts, full hips
and bushy pussy’s, naked men, thankfully hiding their bits as he
wasn’t in the slightest bit interested in what they had to offer,
naked men jumping from one bed to another, from one woman to
another……this was a great film. He shifted slightly in his seat,
trying to get a little more comfy between his thighs before his cock
burst from his trousers, or that’s what it felt like. Marge noticed
through the corner or her eye barts shifting, she had a good idea why
also. Homer, well homer saw nothing he was too engrossed within the
film, he also had a good boner, he wasn’t shifting in his seat, he
was happy and content with the feelings.
Another
ten minutes in, bart had no idea what the film was about, he didn’t
care, he wanted to see more flesh, the film then concentrated on one
couple, the scene was very hot, the music low, the mans bare back and
buttocks shinning with sweat pumping between a young woman’s open
thighs, her moans of pleasure filling the room through the large
speakers, barts breath was short and sharp, he was quivering,
quivering with delight, slowly he turned and looked at his mother, he
didn’t know why because this would have been the last thing he
wanted, to make eye contact with her, if he did, he would surely die
of embarrassment right there.
Her
head was straight forward, bart saw her intently looking at the
screen, at the couple fucking before her on the large screen, bart
suddenly became more interested in his mother than the film, he
watched her face, her mouth was slightly open, her bottom lips was
quivering, as he was, he saw her nostrils flaring as she breathed, as
she panted more like he thought, bart knew enough, he had read the
magazines, he had even seen it just now on the film, she was excited,
his mother was very excited, he looked down at her chest and watched
it rise and fall quickly to her breathing, then the conformation of
her excited ness, her nipples. They were very erect, easily visible
through her dress, pressed out firm and hard, bart suddenly caught
himself, here he was in a movie theatre watching a mucky film, or
supposed to be and he was concentrating on his mothers nipples.
The
film seemed to be non stop sex, if there was a plot, bart was
oblivious to it, even if there was a plot, bart had spent so much
time staring at his mother he would have lost it. Then he saw his
mother shift a little, the light what there was of it from the film
shone on her face, he saw her eyes looking about the theatre darting
here and there, he saw her head slowly turn to homer, not to catch
his attention, bart seemed to have a premonition, he looked back at
the movie, as if he had known he saw is mothers head slowly turn and
look slightly in his direction, was she as nervous as he, he didn’t
know, when he saw her head move again and back to the screen, he gave
it a few seconds before ever so slowly turning to look at her again.
Homer
hadn’t noticed marge looking at him, hadn’t noticed anything, he
was entirely engrossed in the movie, he had a storming erection, he
was aware of that, but of nothing else, he may have well been here
alone, nothing was around him, it was him and the movie. Marge had
never seen a movie so erotic before, so intense, she had heard of
porn obviously but had never seen one, never really had the
inclination to watch one, never really thought about watching one
like this, she was so aroused, she hadn’t felt this excited and
aroused for years, if ever. If this is what this type of movie did to
her, she was going to watch more, or at the very least not find an
excuse not to watch them, she may even sample porn, she was sure
homer could get hold of one.
She
could feel the juices flowing, she was soaking, she shifted in her
seat and became aware of her shifting, she glanced around, no one had
seen her, they were busy with the film, and she wasn’t surprised,
the way that mans naked body was thrusting himself in to that
woman……the lucky cow she thought she imagined his cock, long and
hard, full of power, filling her up, filling every crease in her
tight vagina…….no cunt, the woman’s tight cunt. Never had such
words entered her mind, never had she thought thoughts like she was
now, was he big, was his cock thick, what would it feel like if it
were her there having his throbbing member thrust into her, the
thoughts were coming thick and fast, and so was she.
Marge,
like most woman had experienced orgasms before, the relationship she
had with homer was a loving one, so when they made love, it was for
love, rarely at a drop of the hat, rarely a quickie filled with lust,
not like this woman was feeling now, she had never thought of being
with another man, well not for sex, but now she was wondering what
this mans cock would feel like in her, what it would feel like as it
slipped in and out of her, his shafts ripples and veins pushing her
lips and vulva, stretching her vaginal walls to the limit, suddenly
marge felt a small seep of juices as for the first time in her life
she had orgasmed with mere thoughts and fantasy alone. Without
knowing it, her hand slipped to her thigh, she pressed her fingers
slightly, feeling the downward curve of her thigh, her hand slid
slowly in the darkness until she pressed herself, she was touching
herself up in a public place……..and she liked it.
Bart
noticed the change in his mother though he didn’t recognise it, he
saw her eyes firmly an intently watching the movie, the flickering
lights shinning off the whiteness, saw her still flaring nostrils and
her mouth still open and shaking, then he saw her stiffen a little
and he frowned, he mouth dropped a little more, ignoring this he
decided to once again look upon her large erect nipples, as his eyes
dropped he caught sight of the movement of her arm, any other time in
the movie he may have missed it with the darkness, but this part must
have been a little lighter, he was thankful for it, bart had to
suppress a gasp of surprise as he saw his mothers hand slip t her
thigh, then slide stealthily between them, he watched in awe as her
fingers gently bent back and forth, he knew what she was doing but
couldn’t believe it, couldn’t believe his luck, his mother was
touching herself up, and he was witnessing it, it suddenly became
very more interesting than the movie.
Bart
watched his mother fingers slowly pressing back and forth against her
pussy, pressing her dress inwards as she applied the pressure, then
slowly, as if not to be seen, her legs slowly opened, this was
fantastic, far better than any film, far better than anything he
could think of, his heart was racing, his breaths coming in short
gasps, he placed his hand on the very prominent bulge in his trousers
and squeezed, he looked at her face again, her mouth was open as
usual, then he saw her bite her lower lip, saw her eyes close, he saw
her body jerk slightly, he looked towards her lap, her legs were
wider now and her hand was pressing harder, the stretching of her
dress showed that, then he saw her rise slightly from her seat, there
was a soft, barely audible grunt from his mother, he smiled knowing
she had come.
While
she was still in her heightened state of arousal, as her body still
endured the feelings of orgasm, bart made his move, with a swiftness
and deftness of a cat he moved forward and slid his hand right up his
mothers skirt, he felt her fingers through her dress and merely
pushed passed them, searching for and finding the hot wet patch of
her panties, like a flash his hand slipped them to the side and he
was overwhelmed with feelings as he felt her two bare and shaven,
puffy lips open from there recent rubbing, the wet hot slit accepting
the two fingers he easily slid inside his mother, this, all in a
flash before she had time to realise what was happening or react to
it.
When
she did, it was too late, the arousal level she was at, now being
raised again from the two deftly probing fingers stopped any form of
refusal, without even knowing it was her son, without even caring she
pressed back into her seat and enjoyed the sensations coursing around
her body cantering and emanating from her most secret of bodily
places, her hips gently bucked to the fingering she was receiving,
the good, gentle and caring fingering.Bart looked at her face, just
as she registered, her eyes opened and she looked down, seeing the
movements from under her dress, then her eyes opened wide as she
realised the direction from where the intruder came.
Bart
felt the oily warm juices coating his fingers as he continued to
slide them in and out, his eyes fixed on his mother, waiting to see
her eyes meet his, waiting to see her face, the horror and shock it
would portray as she saw it was her ten year old son fingering her,
here in a cinema sat right next to her husband. He smiled as her eyes
met his, he didn’t stop fingering, in fact the speed increased as
he saw the recognition on her face, her eyes fluttered slightly, her
body still bucked in small spasm like movements to his fingering. Her
mouth opened and closed as if trying to speak but no words came out,
her eyes closed for a second then opened again, still looking at him,
then bart saw a movement, it was her hand, he resigned himself to the
fact she was going to stop him.
It
passed over his hand and reached down the side of her thigh, then in
a slow deliberate motion she pulled her coat from her side, and
placed it over her legs, completely hiding barts arm up her skirt, he
inwardly smiled, she had given him the green light, he accepted it
dutifully. He had read the stories in the magazines, seen the
pictures also, now he was going to find out if he could actually do
the act, she was already very aroused thanks to the film, she had
already had an orgasm, or so he believed, now it was his turn. He
could feel her warm soft thigh on his forearm, her dress was raised
there was nothing obstructing him and thanks to the coat nothing to
see.
His
fingers slipped out of his mothers hot wet hole and slid to and began
to rub the now erect little bud he knew to be the clitoris, from her
instant reaction he knew what he had read was true, her body
stiffened and he heard her gulp in some air, he heard also the
material of her seat crimple as her hand grasped it, she was his, he
gentle rubbed his finger tips around the head of her clitoris,
pushing the hood back exposing the nub itself, gently his finger tip
rubbed in a circular motion, her thighs were trembling, he could feel
them, her hips were bucking ever so slightly, he saw her yes
fluttering and he lip was being bitten almost to the point of drawing
blood, then it was released and there was a soft gasp, he felt hot
oily juices pour or rather ooze from between her thighs, Bart, her
son, her ten year old son had brought his mother to an orgasm, he
smiled.
Homer
was really into this film, there wee women every where naked, semi
naked being fucked, lesbians he wasn’t surprised his mates did
nothing but talk about it, he was going to get home and pound marge
into the bed, he really felt his hot hard rod aching to be inside her
tight hot hole.
Marge’s
arousal levels were soaring, if there was a device to measure them
she was sure she would have broke it, she was inside a dark cinema
watching a risqufilm to say the least and she was being
fingered by her own ten year old son while his father sat on the
other side of her…..oblivious, and he was doing it well, why, she
didn’t know but she had covered his hand with her coat, she knew it
was wrong, very wrong, she should have stopped him, but she had
basically with this one action, allowed him, shown him to continue,
right now though as she felt another orgasm building, she was glad
she had done it. She pressed back in her seat, it was building fast,
it was going to be big, her heart raced, her pants were hard to
suppress, she wanted to scream out her impending orgasm, but she knew
she couldn’t, she bit her lip as the pleasure rose, then, she could
do nothing to stop it, her mouth opened and she heard a gasp as she
felt her orgasm rush through her.
Bart
hadn’t finished there either, with a new purpose his fingers
increased their assault on her aroused erect clitoris, she was
finding it hard to hold her moans back, he could hear her breathing
heavily through her nose, he smiled he wanted her to come again, in a
strange way he wanted to be caught, he wanted to see his father move
her coat, see the look on his face as he saw his sons hand snaking up
his mothers dress, see the look on his face as he saw her face, he
wanted to hear his mother scream out loud in ecstasy as she came
again and again, the thrill was making his cock ache and throb,
faster and faster his fingers rubbed, he heard her trembling voice,
heard her forcing back the grunts, then it came as he moved his
fingers from her clitoris and slid them easily inside her gaping
pussy, the juices pumped out, her hips pressed out onto his fingers
and she let out a long low grunting sigh.
She
shuddered, bart felt the warm thick fluids soak his fingers, he could
take no more, he moved closer to her and said, I need to use the
toilet. At first there was no reaction from her, then he saw he eyes
open wide in realisation, her head swung to face him, her eyes looked
pleadingly at him and she began to say no, bart had anticipated this,
and before she could utter a word he had began his fervent rubbing,
as her mouth began to form the word she was again awash with
sensations from below, her eyes again fluttered, take me to the
toilet he said, ohh god she whispered no no this cant……..take me
he repeated lowly, he stood, and took her hand, his other hand
slipping from beneath her dress as he stood, he moved passed her and
pulled her arm, she resisted at first, but then slowly stood and felt
herself being pulled passed homer, im….im…er just taking bart to
the toilet she muttered, homer smiled.
As
she walked, or was rather pulled behind bart, she looked down at his
eager small frame making his way to the toilet, she knew what he
wanted, how could one so young know about such things, how could she
be even considering this, well she wasn’t really considering it,
she was being pulled, there was no intention from her, but….she
wasn’t stopping him either. She could feel her wet lips rubbing or
rather sliding together as she walked, she was very very aroused, but
she didn’t think she could be aroused enough for this to take
place, yet still……she followed.
She
walked behind bart, they turned a corner and the hall became lighter,
she saw a door at the end marked “Ladies” ohh god she muttered,
she turned and looked behind her, was she looking to see if they were
being watched, seen or simply for someone to come to her rescue, she
didn’t know but still she followed, closer and closer they got, the
door loomed, her heart raced, she wanted to call bart and stop him,
but the words just wouldn’t come out, then his hand reached out and
her face was bathed in bright light as the insides of the toilet
became visible, she was shaking now.
Bart
pulled his mother, he hadn’t planned anything, it was all just
being made up as he went, he knew, he wanted to fuck her, he needed
to fuck her, his cock was throbbing in his trousers, aching to be
inside his mothers wet pussy, he knew he couldn’t do it in the
seats so has thought….”Toilet” that would be the only place
they could be alone, where he could take her…….take her like he
needed, The hall he walked up, pulling his mother was long…..it
seemed to him to be stretching into infinity, he couldn’t get there
fast enough, he could see the toilets, he aimed for the ladies, he
imagined them to be cleaner…and lets face it, apart from his mother
he doubted any other females were in the cinema with a film like this
on, he guessed, hoped the toilets would be free……and remain that
way.
He
pressed the door, it opened and the light almost blinded him, he took
in the suroudings instantly, clean….good……only two cubicles and
they seemed empty, he aimed for and pulled his mother to the
farthest, he started to feel resistance from her, it was getting
harder to pull her, she must know what his intentions were, he was
surprised he had got this far,…..he had got this far and didn’t
want to fail here, he pulled harder, then he was inside the cubicle,
he turned as he pulled in his mother seeing her start to close the
door behind her, at least she had done that then he heard her say
bart….bart we shouldn’t, he didn’t wait to hear anymore, he
made his move, he took her hips with each hand then he slipped to his
knees.
Her
mind was in a turmoil as she entered the toilets, no, no this is
wrong so wrong, she started to pull back a little, her heart racing,
fear was also in her, her adrenaline was pumping, the mixture of
emotions, arousal and fear were so over whelming she could barely
breath, this cant be happening, what am I doing, she felt bart pull
harder, such stregnth for one so small, ohh god ohh god she kept
saying to herself, she saw, then felt her self being pulled into a
cubicle, why she didn’t know but she turned and closed it and
started to say to bart that what he had planned was very very wrong
and not only should he not be thinking such thoughts at his age he
definitely shouldn’t be thinking of them with his mother……..then
why was she closing the door……she barely got the words out.
She
felt his hands on her hips, felt her son turn her in one motion and
force her against the now closed door, then her son, her sweet and
now she knew not so innocent son was gone, then she knew….she knew
as the sensations hit her like a sledge hammer, his mouth was pressed
to her pussy….he hadn’t even had the need to move her panties,
they had already been moved to the side in the cinema, she had felt
the material at the side of her lips as she had been pulled to here,
the feeling was so good, so very good she gasped out loud in
pleasure, welcomed the fact that she could express her need to gasp
instead of the suppression she had had to do earlier, such was the
intensity of the feelings she had slammed both her hands on either
side of the cubicle, her legs had almost buckled, his tongue flicked
her open slit, his mouth sucked in her clitoris and as his fingers
had done earlier, assaulted it with out mercy………she was almost
coming again…..so soon and so powerfully, the suppressing earlier
was pent up to such a degree that she knew if….no when she orgasmed
again it was going to be massive.
Bart
had only decided he wanted to taste her as he had entered the toilet,
he had suddenly got this desire, one that needed forfiling, now
though as his mouth was pressed into her pussy, as her warm puffy
lips were spread around his mouth, her clitoris inside being sucked,
he was glad he had decided this. She tasted so good, warm, sweet
juices coursed in his mouth her flavour exciting and arousing the
feel of her moist inner flesh in his mouth was addictive, he wanted
to stay here forever, he caressed her inner thighs with his palms, he
soft skin smooth and soft, he could feel her trembling muscles, her
hips gyrating andthen suddenly spasming and jerking into his face,
his ears were filled with the heavenly sounds of his mothers moans of
pleasure, pleasure he was giving her, the moans building to a
crescendo, then…….the juices flowed again into his mouth as he
brought her to yet another orgasm.
Marge
heard her voice filling the toilet, the small room amplifying the
sound, she didn’t care now if she was heard or not, she just had to
vocally express how she felt, and she was. She was coming and she was
coming hard, she was almost there, she was gritting her teeth, her
arms pressed out harder, her hands fought for grip on the soft
surface of the cubicle, her legs were giving, she was shaking and
trembling uncontrollably, she panted for breath then…..she gasped
out loud as it all finally came to gether, she pushed her hips, her
pussy into her sons face as she felt her orgasm hit, she groaned
outloud as it flowed through her entire body, sweat was beading on
her forhead, he hadn’t stopped though, still as her pussy juices
flowed no doubt into his mouth he continued, unlike all other times
in her life, the feelings were not allowed to die, they stayed
constant for a short while before building again, fucking hell she
swore to herself he is bringing me to another.
Even
as his mouth filled with his mothers orgasm, he hadn’t had enough,
he wanted more, he couldn’t explain in words how he felt, what this
was like, he had to have more, he almost wanted to eat her alive, he
wanted her to come again, he wanted those juices flowing into his
mouth again, feeling them drip down the sides of his mouth, feel the
silky soft texture of her insides as his tongue darted inside to lap
them up. He could here her above him, moaning with pleasure, almost
crying, he wanted to pushed deeper inside, faster and faster her
licked, his tongue flicking like a snake, he sucked on her clitoris,
he hadn’t waited long before his mother cried “oh god” and
again, his wish had been forfiled….the juices he craved were there,
now…..now was the time he felt he was going to fuck her,

He
felt her weight shift downwards slightly as he moved from under her
dress, she had obviously been using him for support, his mother was
leaning back against the toilet door, her arms pressed onto each
wall, her legs were open and shaking, he moved to her side and guided
her away, as she moved, she had to catch herself almost as her legs
seemed to have lost there stregnth, he moved her to the toilet, the
seat was already down, then her legs did buckle and he smiled as she
had unknowingly just assumed the perfect position for him without any
guidance, her forarms were on the toilet seat supporting her panting,
heavily breathing body, she still quivered, he took one quick look at
her from behind and smiled.
Marge
felt bart move, felt her legs give and caught herself, he legs were
trembling, there was nothing there no stregnth to keep her balance,
then she felt herself being shifted, she had barely taken a step when
all stregnth went, she felt her legs buckle and she controlled
herself to the floor, how she had managed this without injury she
didn’t know, she was just welcome of the toilet for support, her
mind was not her own, it was high up there, out there in exstacy, the
seat was smooth and cool and she felt her breath reflect off it back
to her face she was that close,she was still feeling the ripples, and
after effects of the massive orgasm, dribbles of her juices, her
come and barts salavia were slowly seeping down her thighs, then she
felt her legs become cool, then her butt as she felt her dress being
lifted, she didn’t stop it, she didn’t want to stop it, she knew
what was coming, she had given into it, in fact right now as she
knelt her breathless and almost exhausted, she welcomed it, needed
it, softly she spoke into the toilet seat, the words barly reaching
her ears…..fuck me bart.

Bart
hadn’t heard his mothers remark he had been too intent on his own
goal, he smiled as he stood behind her, admiring her form, she was
indeed a fine looking woman, she compared to any of the beauties he
had seen on the film, to anyone he could think of, she had a shapely
butt, and as he raised her dress and rested the hem over and on her
lower back, it was confirmed more. There was no signs of ageing,
flabbyness just the perfect peach shaped butt.she wasn’t one for
the g-string and her panties were neither outdated or large, they
were skimpy and accentuated her curves perfectly, barts eyes traced
down to her pussy, it was completely exposed, the panties to the
side, it was glorious, pale smooth shaven lips, the slit open with
the dark wet insides glistening in the light, he could take no more.
His
hands shook as he fumbled with his trousers, he opened them and slid
them down, along with his underware, he looked down, his cock was
long hard and ready, like an iron rod throbbing and waiting, aching
to be used, he stepped forward, his heart was racing, he was gasping
in anticipation, he was finally going to do it, and do it to his
mother, she was at the perfect height, he stepped between her open
legs and took his twitching cock in his hands, he could feel the
power, the pressure within the shaft, he lowered the head,
positioning it till its tip brushed the parted lips, the sensation
was…..was…..indescribable, slowly he pushed and eased forward
watching her lips part, welcoming him inside, he saw her vaginal
opening open, also welcoming him inside, then the tip had
disappeared, inch by inch he watched as his cock was eased into his
mother.
Oh
god oh god she whispered as rested there, exposed, her son staring at
her, she couldn’t see him but she knew he was looking, she heard
his trousers being fumbled with, then heard the soft sound as they
fell to the floor, her heart beat wildly, what was she doing, what
was she doing here like this allowing this to happen, her mouth
wordlessly and noiselessly opened as she felt the hot tip of his cock
touch her where it had no right to be, then she felt herself opening
up to him as he guided it forward, her head raised from the seat
slightly as she felt more go in, god it felt good, it felt thick and
hard……..how big was he. More and more entered her eyes opened
wide as she felt more go in, she gasped as it began to fill her,
stretch her insides…..god he was filling her up, he was enormous it
felt fantastic, finally she felt his skin press her butt as he fully
penetrated her, carefully and lovingly, no rush, no inexperience
seemed to be showing, he felt …….perfect inside her.
She
felt his small hands slide to the side of her butt, even though he
was fully inside her, he pressed forward, she could feel his hardness
pressing against her cervix she grasped the toilet seat and arched
her back onto him, she raised her head and a gasped, barts eyes were
closed tight, the feelings he had he doubted he would ever feel
again, how he had managed to not blow the instant he had entered her
he didn’t know, nor now as he was pushing into her, every muscle he
had was tensed and taught. He opened his eyes and looked down to
watch his cock appear, he watched as he saw it slide from his mother,
her juices coating his shaft with their thick oily, creamy texture,
his shaft shone in the light, her inner lips being pulled back with
his shaft, this moment, this vision burned in his mind for ever more.
More and more of his cock became visible as he withdrew, then he
eased himself forward again, watching himself disapear into heaven.
Slowly he built up a good rhythym, not too fast not too slow, he was
happy he hadn’t shot his load, he wanted his mother to enjoy as
much as he, if he got carried away and started pumping rapidly it
would be all over to soon, he wanted to savour every second.
Wonderful,
that was the only word marge could find to discribe it, it felt
wonderful, his movements were wonderful, it felt like a solid object
inside her, she hadn’t felt one this hard….ever. He was good very
good, sure of himself, she could tell he was concerned for her
enjoyment too, unlike his father. Her body fell into the rhythm he
was setting, her moans were growing, each one expelled as his rock
hard cock slid into her, then as he slipped in deep she felt him lean
onto her, his body following the contours of her back, as he rested
there his hips still moving, he was constantly deep within her, even
though he pulled back he was still in deep, then she realised why he
had positioned himself like this as his small hands slipped under and
onto her breasts.
Bart,
had gained a little composure now, he was still very aroused and very
excited but he was concentrating hard, he didn’t want to ruin it,
he leaned forward and made for and found his mothers breasts, they
were big, inside his hands anyway, firm and giving as he squeezed
them, he could feel the still erect nipples through the dress, like
bullets awaiting to be exposed, his fingers slid up and took the top
of her dress, then pulled gently down, he felt both her breasts fall
out from their material restrictions,as his hands moved back up, he
smiled as he felt the soft warm bare flesh of her breasts, he took
them both firmly and squeezed them, moulded them to his grip, he
circled and tweaked the nipples, this caused a moan, she obviously
liked it, more reason to continue. He couldn’t believe it, here he
was a ten year old small boy, in a toilet with his mother bent over
one of the lavatories, her bare breasts in his hands and his hardened
cock buried deep inside her. But believe it or not…..it was
happening.
Barts
movements became faster, marge knew it would soon be over, she didn’t
want it to be, but it was probably for the best as she knew homer
might become suspicious or someone might enter the toilets, she felt
him rise from her back, as she sensed him stand and grasp her hips
again, she suddenly felt the speed increase, he was getting closer to
orgasm, her reasoning was becoming erratic as she also felt another
orgasm coming, she wanted to say to bart not to come inside her, but
the speed and power his thrusts were exhorting only brought more
moans from her mouth, the cubicle was filled with the sounds of adult
female moans and young boy moans, along with the slapping of bare
skin and squelches from her wet stretched pussy.
The
thoughts of her speaking to him were gone, she felt her breasts
bouncing as he pummelled into her, faster and faster, harder and
harder, she was merely grunting now as each thrust filled and
stretched her, she was coming, coming fast and very, very hard, tears
were flowing down her cheeks she gritted her teeth and let out a load
cry as she came, so very powerfully, she thought she might literally
blow and push his cock out of her, then she felt him push deep into
her and heard him moan long and hard, she felt hot powerful jets and
spurts inside her pussy as he ejaculated. More and more seemed to
spurt out, like all his life times spunk released in one eruption,
filling every part, every crease of her innards, then it stopped,
spasmodic jerks were felt as barts hips forced more out of him, she
felt oozes and globules trickle down her thigh so much had he poured
in there.
Bart
collapsed forward onto his mothers back again, sweat poured off his
brow and down his back, he panted uncontrollably as did she, he took
her bare breasts again and squeezed them tightly, seconds passed,
then he said, I love you mom…..marge smiled and through her own
pants she said I love you too, come on she regretted saying we have
to hurry, she sighed as she felt him move back, and felt his thick
limping cock slide from her, wet noises filled her ears along with
splats as the excess sperm dripped and fell to the tiled floor,
carfully and unsteadily she stood and turned and sat on the toilet,
she was flushed, and she noted so was bart, she smiled and reached
out to him, he stepped forwards and they hugged, she kissed his
forehead then smiled and said, let me look at that thing you have
kept hidden from me all these years, she leaned back and looked down
between his thighs.
Her
eyes opened wide and a “Wow” slipped from her mouth as she looked
at the now limp but still very impressive piece of meat he had. It
was covered with mixtures of each of their orgasms and drips were
coming off and landing next to the large splotches on the floor. We
must tidy ourselves up she said pulled some toilet paper from the
nearby roll. Within two minutes they were walking out of the cubicle,
out of the toilet and back up the corridoor hand in hand towards the
cinema. As they turned and entered the darker corridoor for the
cinema, bart released his hand from his mothers and said, I am still
very horny and feeling very naughty are you, and with that his hand
slipped up the back of her dress and caressed her buttocks, she
turned and looked down to him, strangely she said I am, I am feeling
very naughty and very daring……what do you have in mind.