Simpsons Porn Story: Lol Not view

Simpsons Porn Story: Lol Not view


The Trip

 

The Simpson family walked out of there house and slipped into the waiting car. Homer had already filled the trunk with the desired cases within the last half hour and was looking forward to simply sitting in the drivers seat to relax the aching bones. This trip would be slightly different, Lisa had asked if she could sit up front as she wanted to makes notes along the way for an essay she was preparing on rural Springfield and its surrounding areas. Bart.well Bart wasnt preparing any essay. As expected within twenty minutes on route bart was bored. From within his pocket he pulled a medium sized ball, there was no wall in here to bounce it off so he simply tossed the ball against the roof and caught it on its descent. This proved boring also after a few minutes not to say annoying to his father, Bart, he bellowed from the front, stop bouncing the ball on the roof of the car I am trying to concentrate as is Lisa. Bart frowned, he looked over to his mother who was staring out of the window at the passing countryside.

 

This Bart knew was a long journey, he hated it but enjoyed the stay when they arrived at the apartments on the very outer edges of Springfield. Bart slid from his seat and moved over to his mothers side, pressing his knees against the back seat and his back against the passenger front seat Bart asked his mother as she looked at him smiling if she would play catch with him. Of course Marge replied, she positioned herself in her seat allowing her legs to rest either side of Barts knees and cupped her hands awaiting Bart to throw the ball. We will have to be careful she said, in a small enclosed area like this we can not get too excited especially with Maggie here, we wouldnt want the ball to hit her. Bart explained he would be careful. After a few tosses of the ball at each other, it was apparent they were both adept at catching and not until Bart missed his catch and the ball bounced harmlessly to the seat did any idea of a score enter there heads Marge shouted ha one nil. Bart retrieved the ball in a flash an instant after it had touched the seat. Disappointed at now discovering it was a competition and he was losing..to his mother. He had no intention of losing face.

 

After a few minutes it was Marges turn to miss time the catch and again the ball fell to the seat, this time however with Marges reflexes not being as fast as Barts, the ball rolledunder her dress and between her open thighs. It bounced off her crutch and brought a slightly surprised whoop from her mouth. This event however quick was not missed by Bart though he showed no emotions or reactions to the fact. Marge retrieved the ball and they continued onagain the ball was missed by Bart..though intentionally. The ball rolled between his mothers open legs again and in his minds eye Bart saw the ball roll onto her crutch..again the surprised whoop, though to Bart it seemed as if more enjoyed.Bart smiled. Marge had been shocked the first time, the ball bouncing softly off her private parts had really surprised her, though it was obvious what it was going to press against when it disappeared under her dress the feeling was not. It had been very pleasingin fact as the moments passed the sensation was still with her. The second time Marge had expected the sensations and in an instant welcomed them..it has been a little better.had the ball been moving faster? Or had the sensations the first time not entirely subsided? She didnt knowor really care.they were better. Marge never noted Barts smile, nor would she know his plans or intentions.

 

Bart, though still young was not behind the door on such matters, what with education, school room banter and chit chat and of course play dude, knew of certain things, he had even toyed with amongst others his sister but never a woman. Bart again let his mother retrieve the ball, he knew what he wanted to do but didnt know how he was going to pull it off. Next time he was going to get the ball, he had to make it look like he had missed the ball if she spotted the ruse he was for it. Minutes passed, Bart gave up opportunities as he thought his mother would suspect then he missed the ball not intentionally but he had been too busy trying to plan his drop he had not been concentrating..like a flash his hand darted after the ball his heart was racing. Marge saw the drop and knew instantlyawaited the bounceeverything else was a blur. She saw barts hand shoot for the ball saw it slide under her dressbart knew the ball had touched his mothers parts as the shocked noise emitted from her mouth, then a feeling of indescribable pleasure as he purposely let his fingers graze his mothers panties, her most intimate of areas and in an instant took the ball and brought it out, hoping his look of innocence to what had happened would fool his mother. That moment, that instant in time when he touched her, feeling the soft texture of her cotton panties the puffiness below give as his fingers pressed, knowing he had just touched his mothers pussy..her lips, labia all the words taught in class, words he invariably forgot came flooding back.

 

Straining to keep the innocent look on his face, noticing how his mothers body had jerked and stiffened to his touch and a surprised gasp bellow in his ears. Bart looked at her and smiled and offered the ballthe game he thought begins. Marge had expected the ball, but the fingers,,,,, her sons fingers the sensations doubled within her as she had gotten so much more than she had expected. She recalled those small fingers touching as he innocently took the ball, the pressure, had he pressed too hard? Had his fingers lingered just a little too long? Nohe was too young merely 10 he wouldnt know.couldnt know shouldnt know about such things. Marge felt her stomach warm, the ball had set things rolling. But the touch. Marge felt the moistening between her thighs becoming much more..she shouldnt be thinking like this these thought were pushing her arousal higher. Bart now became aware of his own arousal, here he was sitting opposite his mother playing a silly childish game but his intentions far more sinister.he was playing to touch his mother up. He couldnt hide his arousal either.it was all too obvious, he hoped she wouldnt notice or she would realise what he was up too. He wanted to touch her again and again. Wanted more should he push it to see its outcome or stopstop wasnt a word he considered.

 

Again the minutes passed, now in silence just the hum of the engine.. Bart wanting to drop.and he was unsure but it seemed his mother was also waitingthen she dropped the ball, bart again moved the faster. This time as the ball settled against her and his hand slid up bart wasnt sure but he thought he glimpsed her thighs open ever so slightly just that little wider. This time, instead of grabbing the ball as one would, barts moving hand inverted palm up, he intended to slip his fingers under the ball to cup it, and as he closed his fingers around it, get a really good feel. He did, he felt the cotton and his mothers lips once more and he was sure in fact certain he felt the lips open as his fingers curled around the ball. His cock was throbbing in his pantshis heart booming in his chest. Again he felt his mother jerk and stiffen and heard her sigh with..with pleasure. When he took the ball and looked at his mother even with his best innocent face, she was staring at him was it a knowing look? Had he been rumbled.would she tell he tried to still give the innocent look. He offered to throw the ball. Marge could hardly believe the sensations flowing through her, as the ball dropped so did her heart beat in anticipation.. Not for the ball this timebut for her sons innocent fingers to touch hershe felt dirty at having these thoughts..desires even, but she didnt care. All she was aware of was the warmth between her thighs, the excitement in her chest and the tightness it brought. Then as she felt his fingers, ohh god she felt her pussy.her now very wet pussy open slightly as his fingers took the ball, he definitely did press morewas it intentional?

 

Her eyes flickered and she sighed and they rested on his pants, my god she thought she could actually see the bulge pressing from withinher ten ear old son had a stiffy.. And not a normal one.quite an impressive one for one so young. She looked at her sons face as he offered the ball..is it as innocent as it portrayed..she would find out. Barts offer of the ball seemed as if it wasnt going to be took up, then he watched amazed as her hand slowly reached out and took it from him. She smiled and dropped the ball..there was an even greater silence from before. Bart heard the ball bounce and flop on the seat, it sounded like an erupting volcano everything around him seemed to be moving in slow motion he knew the ball would now be resting against her, she had dropped it..purposely. Slowly bart offered his hand under his mothers dress for the ballthis time slower. His eyes met hers and they stared. Bart felt the ball then as his fingers circled it touched again for the third time.his mother. Then his mothers hand moved, not quickly as if intended to catch him, but with purposebart either couldnt or just didnt move, his fingers were pressed into his mothers pussy, again the lips giving li

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One Response to Simpsons Porn Story: Lol Not view

  1. Crischapman says:

    Where’s the end it used to have a nice end years ago

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