Simpsons Pornography Story: the simpsons generations

Generations

Homer leaned back further into
the sofa, a few more minutes and his favourite programme would be on.
Marge was in the kitchen reading her book, Lisa out for the day with
Maggie at Selma’s and Patty’s and bart was upstairs, he would be
calling him in a moment to watch it with him. As the programme he was
currently watching drew to a close, he pulled himself up and rolled
his legs from the sofa not once moving his eyes until the credits began.
Just as he was about to stand Bart came into the room, hi there Bart
I was just coming for you, our shows about to come on, you ready.

Bart
looked at his father and said oh, er, no I er, am not going to watch
it today I er am doing other things, Homer frowned, other things he
thought, he lay back into the sofa as bart moved passed him shiftily,
ok homer said smiling no worries. Bart disappeared into the kitchen.
Homer had noticed the prominent bulge in his sons trousers as he awkwardly
passed him, but he never let on he had seen anything, his heart raced.
He knew what bart was going to be up to and this started his own movements
in his trousers, he twitched and shook in the sofa in anticipation.
Homer listened carefully, and though he couldn’t make out the words
he heard mutterings in the kitchen, he grinned, two minutes, that’s
how long homer would give Marge before he knew she would come in the
front room. He was right.

Just
as his programme started, Marge came into the front room, Homey do you
er fancy a beer or something to eat some snacks or something to have
with your programme, Homer pretended to be fixated with the TV a situation
he was good at, no thanks hon was his reply not taking his eyes off
the screen, Marge bought the ploy. She turned and left, he heard the
footsteps quickening out of the house, before the back door closed,
Homer was up and out of his comfy sofa, not even his favourite show
could keep him away from this. He ran upstairs and entered his bedroom,
running over to the cupboard he knelt and opened the doors in one fluid
motion, smiling as he saw his goal he reached in and pulled out his
camcorder. Shaking he removed it from its case and then stood.

His
heart was racing, he moved out of his bedroom switching the device on
as he moved quickly towards Barts room, he slipped in side and walked
over to the window raising the camcorder to his eye, his attention taken
by the view screen. Barts window was shaky, what with his walking and
shaking, homer moved to it, he could be wrong but he doubted it, his
erection in his trousers was full, it throbbed and tingled as he walked.
Homer saw the window getting closer, he was careful not to be noticed
and stayed a little back and near the curtains, the garden came into
view, the hammock the tree it was attached to, homer raised the camera
view up the tree, the branches stretched out, a base, the tree house
base he raised it further and saw his target, the tree house window,
clear as day as if he was there himself he saw Marge’s head popping
up through the hatch in the tree house floor, she had been out of sight
as he had filmed the tree as the ladders were on the opposite side to
the house. Marge was eager to get into the tree house, Homer smiled
as he saw her climb in and as she closed the hatch filmed bart jump
on her like a waiting tiger, she took his full weight, expecting it,
they fell to the floor kissing….passionately.

Homer
had caught them two weeks ago, he had come home early from work one
Saturday, the house had been empty, or so he thought, he was going to
go to bed as he felt a little under the weather, as he had gone up the
stair and opened his bedroom door, that was when he had stopped aghast,
his eyes filled with the sight of his sons arse rising and falling,
his naked butt cheeks exposed for all the world to see, his trousers
were around his ankles and he was between a pair of opened legs, Homer
instantly recognised the slim smooth yellow legs to be those of his
wife Marge, he heard her moans of pleasure and from his vantage point
could see why, Barts cock was thick and hard, unlike any of his age,
Instead of going into a rage as all other fathers would he smiled and
stepped back watching as his sons shaft penetrated his wife’s lips
forcing them wide open as he plunged the engorged member deep into her
pussy.

He
had slipped back out side and released his quickly growing organ and
jerked his self off to the wonderful sight before him, he had almost
shot his load up the door when he heard marge state her intentions to
come, then saw even as barts body pounded down on her, saw her raised
her hips, lifting barts still pounding frame from the bed and she cried
with pleasure as she orgasmed, homer knew the sounds and motions his
wife did when she orgasmed, after all he had taken her to those heights
himself on numerous occasions. Homer had watched the entire show and
had been impressed not only at his sons size but performance, he could
tell Marge had been too. He had sneaked back downstairs and pretended
to close the door as he heard them come from thr bedroom, obviously
he had said nothing, the thrill of seeing his wife fucked had always
been a fantasy for Homer, to see his wife fucked by his ten year old
son was a wild dream, which was now coming true.

He
steadied himself against the wall pointing the camera at the window
in the tree house, Barts hands were all over Marge’s breasts, then
they slipped up her dress, he knew bart had reached his target when
her legs opened, Homer zoomed the camcorder, it wasn’t very powerful
but he got quite close and he could see barts hand rubbing Marge’s
crotch, Homer smiled at the show before him, his arousal levels too
much, he slipped his hard cock from his pants and slowly rubbed himself,
just then the door bell rang, Homer looked up, nooooo he cried, knowing
the two entangled bodies in the tree house wouldn’t hear the bell
he knew he had to go, he placed the camcorder on the sill and made sure
the zoom was such he got a good viewing even if hey rolled slightly.

He
turned and walked towards the hall, he suddenly smiled as he realised
he had forgoton something, his cock was still out and proud, he slipped
it back into the tight confines of his trousers and re zipped himself,
that would have been a sight if he had opened the door. He quickly strode
down the stairs and opened the door, he stared, there before him was
a form, a person covered in a cloak with its peaked hood drooping hiding
the persons face…… who the hell are you he said, obi-wan-kenobe.
The form moved forward towards Homer and slowly lifted their head and
revealed themselves, homers eyes widened in surprise then delight, Mother
he cried.

She
stepped right up to him, im not obi-wan she said, she placed her hand
on the prominent bulge in his trousers and squeezed, but I wouldn’t
mind playing with your light sabre. Homers eyes darted from side to
side, one because he didn’t want the law seeing his mother, and second,
he didn’t want anyone seeing her hand on his crotch in broad daylight,
he grabbed her arm and pulled, his mother jerked forward, a gasp of
air expelled from her mouth at the sudden movement, she was suddenly
almost airborne as she flew into the house.

Homer
stepped in quickly and closed the door, His mother was looking from
side to side, you alone she enquired, yeah….kind of he replied. Mona
purred good, as she spun round and replaced her hand on his cock and
kissed him full on the mouth, Homer sighed as he felt her soft yet firm
caress and kissed back, just as his hand was about to slip up to and
take her breast, he pulled away, Mona’s eyes looked puzzled and questioningly
at him, he smiled took her hand and said follow me, for the second time
in as many minutes, air expelled from her and she was almost airborne.

Homer
took her to the bedroom, ohh she coyly said, in the master room, naughty
naughty this should be for you and Marge, homer shook his head and walked
over to the window, look he said, look through this but keep down, Mona
already adept at avoiding being seen lowered herself below the height
of the sill, but still remained poised on her feet, years of practice
had honed this stance so she was always ready to make a cat like escape.
As she neared the wall the placed her hands firmly on and raised herself
to the eye piece and looked in, she gasped….oh my she said.

Is
that who I think it is……it is replied Homer, well well well
she said, Marge isn’t as pure and innocent as she likes to make out,
and Bart, well bart he’s another thing, my god look at the size of
his cock, she turned to Homer im not surprised Marge is fucking him,
he’s big, her eyes fell to her own sons crotch, reminds me of someone
I know, she smiled and returned hr gave, hmmmm he is very good isn’t
he, look at him calmly guide himself into her, I bet she is as wet as
fuck. Homer slipped behind his mother and looked through the window,
as he talked she could feel his breath warm near her face. Yeah I caught
them a couple of weeks ago, they have done it several times since but
this is the first time ive taped it, you must let me it or at least
a copy before I go.

All
im concerned about Homer said, his hands slipping up onto her breasts
and squeezing them is giving you something else before you go, he pressed
his hard groin into her but, she giggled and wriggled it into him. Go
for it she said but first, can you set it so we can watch it on the
tv here, Homer didn’t even need to think, no probs, he returned to
the camcorders case and removed a couple of wires, he connected them
to the camcorder and to the input and outlet then switched the
TV on. It came to life, Homer scanned through the channels until the
desired one was found, they both watched as barts hand slipped into
his mothers panties, there was obviously no sound, but her body movements
were enough to give away she was enjoying his touch.

Homer
retuned to his mother, there eyes met and stared then they fell in to
each others arms, Homers hands wrestling with her blouse opening buttons
allowing his hand in, he hadn’t touched and felt his mothers naked
breasts in a long time far too long a time. They were still as firm
as he recalled, her nipples were already hard, and as expected big,
really big, he had never felt nipples as big including Marge’s. They
both sat on the floor, Homer slid behind his mother and released her
breasts into the open, his hands and fingers gliding over there fullness,
there firmness, tweaking her nipples, Mona cried with pleasure, her
hands slipped behind her, her heart racing with anticipation as she
expertly unzipped him and released him, her eyes closed and she sighed
as her fingers took his thick hard shaft and enclosed around it, Homer
pushed his hips out to her touch, a hand slipping down and pulling her
dress up, her legs already open inviting him on. They both watched the
TV, Bart was now taking Marge from behind, long powerful thrusts, it
was a pity Marge’s face couldn’t be seen, they both wanted to see
her expressions. Homers hand slipped inside his own mothers panties,
he smiled as he found she had begun shaving, her lips were already open
and she was increadably wet, she moaned as his finger teased her vaginal
hole, then flicked up to and onto her clitoris, ohh homer she whispered,
fuck me like Bart is fucking Marge, let me see and feel both generations
of sons fucking their mothers. Homers trousers were down like a flash,
Mona had moved onto her knees and raised her skirt, her firm ass pushed
up, her pussy splayed open, deep, dark and glistening.

Homer
placed his hands on her hips and glided effortlessly into her, they
both gasped at the extreme pleasure, so long, it had been so long. Homers
hips began pumping his hot thick cock into her waiting and aching pussy,
between gasps and pants they stared at the TV, Homer doubted he would
last long such was his height of arousal, fucking his mother and watching
Bart fuck Marge. He recalled the first times they had begun there incestuous
affair. It had been many years ago, she had been on the run from the
law for a few years, Abe had lied to Homer saying his mother had died,
but she had yearned to see him and in great danger of being recognised
and captured she had visited him, she had broke into the family home
and visited him in his bedroom, this had happened over the course of
a year always at night and always alone, Mona had asked the young Homer
to keep her visit’s a secret even from his dad.

One
night when she had arrived and snuggled into him in his bed, they had
begun talking as usual, she had been stroking his hair and kissing his
forehead as she had always done when their eyes had met, it had been
like an electric sensation, it had been wrong but felt so right, there
heads became closer and they began kissing, kissing like no mother and
son were supposed to do. Beneath the sheets as they kissed, Mona had
searched for and found her sons now erect penis, she had released it
from his pyjamas and rubbed it, Homer had never felt such waves of pleasure
as her hand, firmly gripping his shaft moved back and forth.

Being
so young, he never really knew how old he had come quickly, shooting
his youthful sperm onto her skirt and hand. She had smiled at him, then
licked her fingers, being young, full of energy it hadn’t been long
before he had again been ready for action. Mona had made it a rule only
to stay for an hour to minimise the risk, that first night she had over
stepped her own rule by an extra thirty minutes just so she could fondle
and jerk her sons stiff cock for a second time, relishing the taste
of his come, she hadn’t been caught and it had been worth it.

Homer
fascinated by the sensations and feelings he was now experiencing learnt
things himself, he wanted to give to his mother the same feelings she
was lovingly giving him, so the next time she came he had a surprise
for her, as she snuggled beneath his sheets, and placed her hand on
his already swollen cock homer slipped his hand up her skirt and into
her panties and rubbed her wet pussy, she had gasped in surprise at
what he was doing to her, one so young yet so knowledgeable, she had
also gasped as her arousal levels had aided in homers fingering to give
his mother an orgasm. She lay back on his bed panting, looking at him
in disbelief at what he had just done to her. She smiled at him.

It
had been then when Homer made his move, as she lay there smiling, he
rolled on top of her and slipped his cock into her wet hole, her mouth
opened in surprise for a second time. It hadn’t been huge, but he
was quite large for such a young boy, coupled with the fact Mona hadn’t
had sex for a long time, too longer time he seemed to fill her, ohh
yes my little homer she sighed as she wrapped her arms and legs around
his small frame and pulled him deeper into her. He had found a second
wind, Homer had pumped and thrust for all his was worth for ages and
ages, though he didn’t know it at the time, that bit of knowledge
he would learn after a few visits, he had made his mother orgasm four
times, eventually homer had arched his back, his head thrown back and
he had thrust deep into her letting loose all the tensions and stresses
he had built within himself at trying to keep quiet, his cock gushed
and gushed powerful sperts of warm creamy juice into her, filling her…..overfilling
her.

They
had collapsed, sweating and panting on his bed, homer had fell
asleep with a huge smile on his face, only to wake alone, but a burning
sensation on his forehead where he knew his mother had kissed him ,
the sensations between his thighs were something else. For years this
had gone on, homer growing, in more ways than one according to his mother,
who seemed happy about this fact, until for no reason at all, the visits
stopped. He guessed it was because it had become too risky for some
reason, perhaps she had been seen, he didn’t hate her for it, he simply
understood, in time he knew they would meet again.

Now
in the bedroom, he was pumping hard, the screen was now showing Marge
on top of Bart,the full legnth and thickness of his cock becoming more
apparent as Marge had to lift quite high before ramming her self back
down, god mom Homer said, im coming, im really coming, ohh homey she
said, my little boy, me too, me too fill me with your cum, I want to
feel again your hot juices in my cunt. Homer watched as Marge’s head
rocked back, and for the first time they saw a little of her face, she
was in complete exstacy, she had stopped fucking and was jerking, obviously
she had orgasmed and so hard bart, he smiled as he imagined his sons
cum filling his wifes pussy, then his came with an onslaught, he gasped
and pulled his mother to him and pushed in hard.

The
explosion of fluid into her was powerful and lasting, he hadn’t fucked
Marge in over two weeks, he hadn’t fucked his mother in…. he couldn’t
remember how long. He had jerked himself off watching Bart and Marge
but the explosion felt like it was built up over time, he slumped, his
cock sliding from her pussy, cum flowing out of her gaping wet hole,
they both panted, Homer saw Marge slide off Bart, and lye beside him,
we need to hurry Homer said, they will be coming in in a minute.

Breathless
homer stood and tidied himself as did his mother, he packed the camcorder
and wires away but not before taking out the cassette and giving it
to her, I expect he said, you to make a copy and send it to me as I
have no way of sending it to you. I promise she said, now we have to
act as if I have just arrived, ill go to the door and we’ll wait until
we here them then act as if I have just come in. Sounds like a plan
homr said smiling, then kissing her, I love you mom he said, she grinned
and said I love you too honey.

As
they left the bedroom and walked down the stairs homer slipped his hand
into his mothers hand and held it tightly, you know what he said, his
mother turned to him and smiled what she replied. They walked over to
the front door and took there positions waiting for the impending noises
from the garden, I wouldn’t mind taping you being fucked by Bart,
or even better, if we all had a family orgy, she grinned with a sparkle
in her eye at the suggestion, I wouldn’t mind also seeing you lick
my wifes pussy, she giggled as she heard the two enter, the house, Homer
she cried loud as she began the feign, Homer replied Mom, and he shut
the door, she turned and smiled at Marge and Bart who were just entering
the back of the house, then she smiled at Homer I wouldn’t mind it
myself, I bet she tastes sweet, and she looked at Bart now grinning
and running towards her, I wouldn’t mind sampling his thick hard cock
too, Once more she turned to Homer, I love you she said, see if you
can fix it, then she faced the oncoming bart and knelt, he ran into
her arms and she lifted him, sneakily pulling him in tight and feeling
that big hard cock, the cock she had just been watching ram into Marge,
she felt it press into her, she hoped Homer could fix it as she wanted
to feel it inside her too.