Simpsons Porn Story: Stress Relief

Simpsons Porn Story: Stress Relief

On one Tuesday in the Simpsons residence, something scandalous happened. What started off as just another weekday for Marge Simpson quickly escalated into something much more.

Tuesday morning, when it is time for Bart and Lisa to go to school and Homer to get to work. The day progressed routinely with Lisa and Homer eating their breakfast, ready to start their day. Bart, on the other hand, was nowhere to be seen.

‘BART!!’ yelled out Marge. ‘YOU’LL BE LATE TO SCHOOL! WHERE ARE YOU?’
A momentary silence was followed by a very tired Bart Simpson walking into the kitchen, still in his pyjamas. He looked sleep deprived and could barely stand up on his two little feet.

‘Young man, why are you not ready for school?’ questioned Marge, anticipating one of Bart’s whacky excuses.
‘I don’t feel too good mom, can I please stay home today?’ he replied in a weak voice.
‘HAH!’ exclaimed Lisa. ‘You don’t honestly believe mom’s gonna fall for that one!’
‘But…I’m serious. Mom, you gotta believe me.’

Marge stood still for a while, next to the stove. Her glare at Bart turned sympathetic as she walked towards him, knelt down and felt his forehead.
‘Hmm, you’re right,’ Marge said. ‘Your head is burning.’
‘Aww come on!’ Lisa said. ‘Mom, you can’t honestly believe him.’
‘No Lisa,’ Marge replied. ‘He really is sick. I know when Bart is telling the truth and when he is lieing.’ Marge turned to Bart. ‘Bart, go back to bed honey. You need plenty of rest.’

A few minutes passed when the school bus honked its horn outside the house, alarming not only Lisa to get on the bus, but also Homer to start heading to work.

‘Bye Mom,’ said Lisa, as she ran out the door. Homer walked up to Marge, kissed her, and also said ‘goodbye’.
‘Have a good day… both of you!’ yelled out Marge from the front door as she saw Homer back out the driveway and Lisa stepping onto the bus.

‘Ahh… now to take care of the housework,’ Marge thought to herself. She went about her daily tasks of cleaning the house, washing the dishes, mopping the floors, vacuuming the carpets, feeding Maggie, Santa’s Little Helper and Snowball. Several hours passed when Marge had wrapped up all her chores. It would still be at least 3 hours before anyone got home. This Tuesday got just as boring as every other day once Marge ends up with nothing else to do. Maggie was fast asleep and the pets were out and about in the backyard, when she thought to herself

‘It’s been a while. I should go check if Bart’s awake yet.’ She headed up the stairs and to his room to find him still lying on his bed, eyes half open, staring out of the window to the beautiful, sunny day.

‘Bart?’ she said. ‘How are you feeling, honey?’
‘Not too bad Mom,’ he said in a much stronger voice than in the morning.
‘You hungry?’
‘No Mom.’ Marge went over to his bed and sat next to him.
She sat in the silence for a few seconds before she asked ‘You seem depressed. Is anything the matter dear?’
Bart hesitated, then sat up, looked at Marge and said ‘School. It’s stressing me out.’
Marge sat still, staring out of the window behind Bart’s head, wondering about how to solve her son’s problems. But nothing would’ve ever prepared her for what happened next, as Bart raised his hand and gently put it on Marge’s thigh, and started caressing it upwards and towards her pussy.

Marge looked down at his hand advancing at her vagina. There was a part of her that, for some reason, wanted him to go on, but she instantly brushed his hand off her and yelled ‘Bart! What do you think you are doing?’

Bart smiled at Marge, looked deep into her eyes, and replied ‘Aww come on Mom. I know what you do to Dad whenever he’s stressed out. Why won’t you do it to me?’
‘Young man, that is entirely different! You shou…’
‘It may be entirely different,’ interrupted Bart. ‘But you know you want to go with it.’ He put his hand back on Marge’s thigh and caressed upwards to her vagina.
‘No Bart!’ yelled Marge again. She once again brushed his hand off her. Bart chuckled, knowing he was slowly getting through to his mother. He couldn’t resist the thought of Marge in front of him, bare chested, lying butt naked across his bed, her legs wide open, inviting Bart to fuck her.

‘Come on, Mom,’ Bart persisted. Once again, he put his hand back on Marge’s thigh. ‘Let’s make this easier for the both of us. You know you want to.’
Marge groaned hesitantly, the same old trademark groans she does whenever Homer is up to no good.
‘Oh my gosh,’ she thought to herself. ‘He’s right! What am I doing?’
‘Well, Mom? What do you say?’
‘I guess it’s my responsibility to relieve my son of all his problems,’ Marge lied, the truth being that she actually wanted Bart’s cock inside her for her pleasure.

Bart drew his hand to Marge’s pussy, fingering her over her dress. They kissed intensely, as Bart lied down on the bed on his back and Marge climbed on top of him.
‘Remember Bart,’ said Marge, taking off her dress to reveal her big round tits and perky nipples. ‘This is going to be our little secret.’
‘No problem, Mom,’ agreed Bart. He raised his hands and felt Marge’s tits, squeezing it and playing with her nipples. Marge kissed Bart again, and went down him, and took off his pants to reveal a long hard cock.
The sight of Bart’s cock made her horny. Just the thought of that pounding her repeatedly made her wet. She gripped Bart’s cock, played with it with her fingers and kissed the head a few times before starting to suck on it vigorously. She worked on his cock for several minutes, swallowing his entire dick and playing with his balls. She let Bart lick her pussy, as they took a 69 position, Marge being on top of Bart.

A good half hour passed before Marge sat on top of Bart and shoved his dick inside her pussy. She jumped on his dick repeatedly, screaming in pleasure. She went up and down and swirled her hips from side to side with Bart’s cock still in her. She then went down on her knees and allowed Bart to fuck her like a dog. Bart stood behind her, pounding into her like an animal. Marge’s pussy was dripping wet, and engulfed Bart’s cock with a wet feel, as her cum slowly started leaking out, dripping down her legs. Bart rubbed her clit with his fingers while pounding her, before she yelled ‘OH BART! OHHH… DON’T STOP…I’M GONNA CUM!!’
Bart kept going harder and harder, as the ‘fap fap fap’ sound of Marge’s ass hitting Bart’s thighs became louder and louder. They were both moaning in pleasure, loud enough for even the Flanders to hear it. After a few more strokes, Marge came all over Bart’s cock, her cum showering over his rock hard, pulsating hot penis. Bart then stood up on his bed, got Marge to sit on her knees, and jerked his load off all over her large blue hair, face and her tits, turkey-slapping her on the face at the same time.

‘Huh huh huh,’ panted Marge. ‘Feeling better now, sweety?’ she asked, before she held Bart’s dick and continued to suck on it lightly.
¬†‘Ahhh, yes Mom,’ he replied. ‘Thanks for that, I really needed it.’
Marge kept sucking his dick, gripping it with one hand and fingering herself with the other. She stopped, looked up and replied, smiling ‘Anything for my special little guy.’

THE END

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