Springfield Taboo, Part 4 of 6

a Straight erotic story


Springfield Taboo Written By GooseGasm

Part 4 - Revelations.

'742 Evergreen Terrace' ...Home. Bart looked up at his mom's bedroom window, imagining her on the bed, spread eagle with her pussy yawning, "Take me Bart, fuck your whore mother!" Bart restrained himself, having almost cum in his pants, he walked in the front door and headed to the kitchen. *Hmmm, how to get these in her stomach?* Analysing the shrooms in the perspex cube given to him by Professor Frink, Bart realised he'd never get her to eat them raw, they taste like mud afterall. Looking around the kitchen, Bart eyeballed the kettle, his face lit up. "I can put them in her coffee!" He cheered, proceeding to fill up the kettle and put it on boil. Once it was boiled he dropped four mushrooms in a coffee mug and gave them a decent stir. In the distance; the sound of Marge's car coming down the road, Bart hastily began teaspooning in sugar and was retrieving the milk from the fridge as Marge walked in the door, she called out to her son "Bart? I'm home honey." "Here you go Mom." As Bart handed the mug to Marge he leaned in and planted a loving kiss on her cheek. "Awww thankyou baby, you always know how to make Mommie's day!" She returned a peck on Bart's cheek and made her way to the loungeroom. Sipping her coffee, Marge laid down a yoga mat and placed the mug atop the TV. *Aye Caramba! She's doing her yoga!* Her lycra monokini clung to her curves like paint. Bart's eyes drifted toward his mother's snatch, the outline of her sweaty pussy clearly visible through the wet material. *Christ, look at her cameltoe!* Thought Bart as his man-meat hardened, he began squeezing his package while staring at his MILF Mother contort her body. She was SO flexible, allowing her son to see her at almost every angle, *Could she be putting on a show for me?* The idea twirled in his subconscious. Marge was busting out of her "outfit", her huge, floppy tits heaving as she stretched one way and another, Bart winced at the sight, and his throbbing cock flung up from his waitband. Marge could see the head of his erect penis eyeing her ferociously, pre-cum leaking on his shirt. Completely unaware of the unfolding situation, a strand of drool dripped from Bart's eager mouth and onto the floor. HIs mother's damp slit formed a stain on her crotch, "Hhheemm" Marge exhaled deeply, then in again. then out, her breasts firming and softening with each breath. Bart had to get out of there, afraid he'd blow a load right at that moment, his mom's sticky perfume still wafting past him as he retreated upstairs to his room, it took every ounce of self-control for him to not jump Marge's bones right there and then, he couldn't take this much longer. In a desperate attempt to keep his mind occupied, Bart put all his dirty washing in the laundry and called Milhouse for an update. "Hey Bart, how's it going with your mom?" Bart replied "I soaked them in her coffee, she's drinking it now, shouldn't be much longer" ...then he added "She look's SO hot in her bathing suit! I need to conquer that ass!" Milhouse was evidently jealous of Bart's current situation, he was at school for the rest of the day, and then he was going to his Dad's for the weekend. Knowing he wouldn't see his own mother until Monday evening, Milhouse was pining for any updates from Bart, who was all too happy to comply, sneaking downstairs to snap a quick pic of his mom bent over as she rolled up her yoga mat, her juicy ass engulfing the thin piece of pink string that hopelessly attempted to cover his mother's privates. "JESUS! You're so lucky your Mom works out, she still looks 20!" Bart grinned wildly at his friends envy, only a few more hours and he'd be making passionate love to his Mom. Unable to retrain his lust any longer, Bart dropped his pants, laid back on his bed and squirted a dollop of lube onto his hand. Groaning as he gripped his trembling mass, he began jerking himself to her Facebook pictures. Images of Marge at the beach, her soft bosom drooping over her flat, toned stomach, her skimpy pink monokini taught aganst her golden skin, the fabric riding up inside her luscious butt. Bart was spiralling towards climax, he kept vigorously stroking his member as a familiar warmth flowed through him, the spirit of love massaging every fibre of his being. The bed shook as he grew closer to cumming, his hand violently tugging on his god-sent erection. Bart was about to spew his seed, when he heard Marge strut past his bedroom door on her way to the bathroom. Bart strained to hold his orgasm, tightly squeezing the tip of his prick to keep his semen from spurting all over him. Standing up, he wiped the residual cum on his pants and stepped down the hallway, the sound of flowing water guiding him towards the bathroom, the door was wide open, *Did she leave it open for me?* The concept caused Bart's loins to quake, he gulped as his spiky hair emerged from behind the door frame, peeking into the bathroom, his erection was back with a vengeance at this point, straining against his briefs. Infront of him, the silhouette of his beloved mother srubbing her sweaty body clean. Bart gleamed at her soapy frame, his hand down his pants caressing his membrane as Marge's plump ass pressed against the shower-glass. Bart envisioned himself kissing her butt and licking her asshole, in that moment all he wanted to do was step in the shower with his Mom and ravish her. Bart grimaced, consoling himself * All in good time.* Peering down at the damp pile of Marge's clothes, he carefully scooped up her sweaty pink monokini and her black lace panties, enjoying one final gaze at his Mom before exiting the room. His heart beating out of his chest, Bart hurried back to his room and plopped on his bed, ripping off all his clothes he instantly stuffed Marge's panties in his face, desperately breathing in her fragrance. He shivered as his penis swelled to unmatched proportions, "Oh my GOD Mom your pussy smells amazing!" His voice muffled by Marge's dirty underwear in his mouth, Bart used his right hand to squirt some lube on his throbbing cock, keeping his mothers moist panties glued to his face with his left hand. Vice-gripping his masculine tendon Bart began to service himself, his slick organ making wet fucking noises as he penetrated his palm, imagining that it was his Mom's oozing twat he was drilling. He groaned and stretched out his legs, euphoric with lust he remembered times past when he was intimate with his Mother. One time the family was at the beach, a big wave came and tore Marge's Bikini top off, that was the first time he remembered seeing her breasts. Voluptuous and heavy, they bounced and bobbed as she tried to reach her top, her nipples erect from the cold water, she gave a vain attempt at concealing her melons, still giving Bart plenty of sideboob action before Homer covered her with a towel. Or the time Marge kissed him after she got drunk at christmas, her Milf lips were so soft, her tongue pure sex, she swore to never speak of it again, *Ha! An empty promise!* thought Bart as he revelled in his incestuous fantasy. For a moment he pulled his left hand away from his face to grab Marge's monokini, he took care to keep her panties balanced on his face. The open air carried through the fabric allowing his mother's full flavour to enter his senses, Bart let out a slack-jawed cackle, delighted by the taboo situation. Upon retrieving Marge's monokini he promptly stuffed her panties in his mouth and held her bathers to his nose, the aroma of his mom's sweat seeping into his receptors while he sucked the juices from Marge's soggy lingerie. Again he felt that soothing, maternal presence lurch inside his core. Bart pulled his mother's panties from him mouth and wrapped them around his schlong. Picking up his pace, he pressed his toes against the foot of the bed and braced for orgasm. Brutally flogging his love muscle he grunted "Hhnnnnggg! Fuck meeee Mommy!" Just as a fountain of cum erupted from his tingling faucet! Discharge spilled onto his chest as he continued to fap, spouting multiple streams of cum into his mom's panties and all over his bed. Bart let out an exhausted Om, channelling the sexual energy in his loins, savoring the taboo ecstasy before succumbing to the Prolactin coursing through his veins. whispering into the night, "Sweet mother."

End - Part 4.

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Updated on:
Aug 13, 2016

Fantasy, Masturbation, Cum Fetish, Underwear, MILF, Older with Younger

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