The next morning marge was in the kitchen first having made coffee and preparing to make breakfast for the family. Lisa shuffled in wearing her robe shaking out her long golden hair. “Well! Good morning sleepy-head!” marge said cheerfully handing over a hot cup. “‘Morning, Mom” lisa said blearily. “Thanks.”
“Well you look dreadful.”
“I have an excuse Mom” smiled lisa.
“Mmmmm… and what might that be dear” asked her mother absently.
“All that noise you and Homer were making last night.”
“Oh I’m sorry did we wake you honey” marge asked looking surprised.
“Yeah it’s okay though.” lisa said.
Lisa looked at marge. They had always had a good relationship more like friends than mother and daughter and lisa knew she could talk about sex with
her mother openly.
“Is homer good in bed Mom” asked lisa almost innocently. Marge blushed even through her early summer tan.
“Well, er… yes, I’d ah… I’d have to say he was very good” stammered marge. “But it’s not something a young girl asks about her father dear”
“Why Mom”
Lisa had her there marge realized.
“Ah… I… I don’t know it just isn’t the done thing that’s all.”
“But, Mom I thought you said for me to ask you anything about sex I wanted to know. You said anything at all remember”
Marge swallowed uneasily. This was going to be difficult. She tried desperately to think of a reason not to answer lisa’s question but couldn’t
think of one. Remembering how her own mother had avoided the subject of sex at all costs marge decided to be candid with her daughter. years ago lisa
herself had been the result of marges’s own dismal ignorance of sex.
“Okay, honey” said marge finally. “What exactly do you want to know”
“Nothing,” replied the young girl nonchalantly. “I was just wondering if you and homer did some of the things I’ve heard about at school that’s all.”
“And what sort of things have you been hearing at school”
“You know… weird things…”
“You’re going to have to be more explicit than that dear. I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Well sherri and terri and some of the other girls talk about sucking a guy’s thing…. you know his um… cock. Do you and homer do that sort of
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1st Part of Simpson XXX Story
Milhouse walked across the school yard to meet up with Bart; he felt Lisa’s eyes following him every step of the way. When he finally reached Bart he smacked him High Five. Bart and Milhouse had been experimenting with different things and they had finally decided that it was time for them to experiment with one another. Milhouse had watched plenty of gay pornos in preparation for their new experience.
“Are you sure we won’t get caught? We are still on school grounds and this is grounds for expulsion if we get caught,” whispered Milhouse as he followed Bart behind some bushes.
“Don’t worry Man everything will be just fine,” replied Bart as he began to unbuttoned his shorts.
“Ok I hope you are right” stated a nervous Milhouse.
Milhouse then leaned and gave Bart a soft kiss on the lips. Taken aback Bart stepped back and asked Milhouse to explain how men had sex with other men. After a few minutes of explaining Milhouse got on his knees and began to rub the small bulge in his pants that was made by Bart’s now erect boy hood.
Milhouse stopped to think for a few seconds, “Wait what if we do this at your house tonight I am gonna stay all weekend anyways.”
Bart quickly buttoned up his shorts and agreed.
Later that Night ——-
After hearing Marge close and lock her bedroom door Bart signaled to Milhouse to do the same.
After a few moments of silence the 2 boys quietly moved Bart’s bed to the center of the room and closed the curtains. The 2 boys then climbed on top of the bed in their PJs.
Milhouse looked at Bart’s groin area. He saw a small bulge begin to form. Milhouse was not so confident about experimenting in gay sex with Bart anymore.
Bart looked at Milhouse and realized his friend’s uncertainty. “Hey man are you okay?”
“Yeah I’m fine I just don’t know abo…….” Read the rest of this entry »
“This is perverted”, Lisa told herself as she crept down the darkened hallway of her house, moving closer to the soft moans coming from her parents bedroom.
It was almost one o’clock in the morning, and Lisa, clad in her flimsy powder blue nightie had been fighting the urge to peek for ages.
Thoughts of being caught flashed into her mind, the outrage of her parents, the embarrassment of it.
But other images flashed too. Images off passionate, wriggling bodies and glistening skin… a hard cock, swaying testicles… legs sensually spread wide and spasming.
Lisa couldn’t help herself, she had to look,Quietly, she opened her parents bedroom door.
In the darkness, Lisa crept silently forward, until she could see the bed, and the writhing bodies upon it.
The soft creak of the bed could be heard now, and in the dim light of the room she could see her father Homer, kneeling behind her mother Marge.
Homer had a handful of Marge’s hair, from behind, and his lower body was pressed firmly against hers. Marge’s head was arched back and her luscious ass was arched up against Homer. Read the rest of this entry »
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