Simpsons Sex Story: marge the teacher
MARGE THE TEACHER
by The FrinkMan
Marge
Simpson walked toward Bart’s bedroom with more than a little hesitation.Though her son’s room typically resembled
something between a “junkyard” and a “disaster area”, she
was determined to clean his bedroom at least two or three times a year.
But
as soon as she opened the door, she knew her work was cut out for her.Bart’s bedroom had reached a new level of
messiness: “thermonuclear wasteland”.A motley collection of toys, comic books, clothes, candy
wrappers, and unidentifiable refuse was strewn on the floor and every level
surface of the room.
“Mmmmmmm,”
Marge groaned.
It
took nearly two hours before the room attained a measure of cleanliness.Marge knew it wouldn’t last even a few days,
but she was still satisfied with her work, as only a full-time housewife can
be.
She
was just leaving the room when she noticed a wad of toilet paper under the
bed.She kneeled down to get it, and
was surprised to see piles of toilet paper underneath.As she started to collect them, she saw
several magazines, which she casually pulled out.
She
was shocked to see they were Playdudes!They were quite old copies, but somehow seemed familiar.Then she remembered they once belonged to
Homer.She recalled telling her husband
to throw them out several months earlier, but Bart had apparently retrieved
them from the trash.
Finally
piecing together all the clues, Marge figured it all out.Bart was masturbating!This explained why she noticed Bart spending
more time in his bedroom lately.The
wadded up toilet paper was obviously used to clean himself up.And the Playdudes were used as a
sexual stimulus!
Marge
replaced the magazines and left the toilet paper wads under the bed.Her first thought was to forget what she had
found, because she thought Bart would be embarrassed if she revealed knowledge
of his activities.But Marge kept
thinking about the situation for the rest of the day.Should she tell Homer?Yes, she would.As the boy’s
father, Homer would be the natural person to have a discussion with Bart.It was obviously time for the proverbial
“Birds and the Bees” talk, and Homer was just the man for the job.
“WHAT
AM I THINKING?!” Marge suddenly realized.Homer was probably the LAST man for the job — any job!Horrific images of Homer trying to explain
sex to Bart formed in her mind.She had
had nightmares of Bart becoming a sleazy male stripper before, but with Homer’s
sexual advice it could be even worse than that!
No,
she would have to find someone else to talk to Bart.Hmmm, but who?What about
Grandpa Simpson?No — he’d probably
lapse into an old story about taking the ferry to Shelbyville while wearing an
onion on his hip.Maybe Principal
Skinner?No — an unmarried middle-aged
momma’s boy probably wasn’t the best choice for this kind of thing.Reverend Lovejoy?No — the Reverend was a good Christian, but there was an awful
lot of bad blood between him and Bart.Maybe Apu?How about
Barney?Or Otto?no, No, NOO!!!
Wait
— Dr. Hibbert!Why didn’t she think of
him before?Marge picked up the phone
and dialed the number to his office.But her plans were dashed when the answering machine told her the doctor
was on a two-week vacation.She felt
this was too long to wait, and once again she started thinking about who could
teach Bart about sex.
Then
it finally struck Marge; the best man for the job was a woman — HERSELF!She would explain the facts of life in
loving terms that would best educate and benefit Bart.Yes!Why didn’t she think of this first?
Marge
began to put her plan into action.She
arranged for Homer to take Lisa and Maggie to the zoo on Saturday, which would
give her several hours alone with Bart.As her husband and daughters left the house, Marge carefully laid out
cookies and milk in the living room.There — everything was finally set.
She
called for Bart, who was in his bedroom, and he came downstairs.He looked a little flustered, and Marge
couldn’t help but wonder if she had interrupted one of his masturbation
sessions.
“Come
sit down, Bart, I have something to discuss with you.”Bart looked very guilty, but he had learned
not to confess to anything until there was absolute proof against him.He sat down and waited for his Mom to say something.
But
Marge just sat there.She realized she
hadn’t given any thought at all on how to explain sex to Bart!”Um, have some cookies, Bart.”
Marge said quickly.As Bart began to
eat, Marge desperately thought of some way to begin.
“Bart,
I want to talk to you about your masturbating…”As soon as these words came from Marge’s
mouth, she knew she had made a dreadful mistake.Bart’s mouth was frozen open and the cookie in his hand dropped
to the floor.
“Oh,
Bart, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to start out that way–“
“Mom…how
did you…know?” Bart stammered, red-faced with humiliation.
Marge
told him about finding the magazines under his bed.”I hope you won’t be embarrassed by this, Bart.What you are doing is a very natural part of
becoming a young man.”
“It
is?” said Bart, with relief in his voice.
“Yes.Most young boys begin to experiment with
their sexuality at your age.And
there’s nothing wrong with self-love.It prepares you for the feelings you’ll experience when you get older. And…” Marge paused, but decided to go
ahead.”…I’m sure you enjoy the
experience of having an orgasm.”
“A
what?” asked Bart.
“An
orgasm is that special tingly feeling you get when you finish
masturbating.”
“Oh,
I see.I didn’t know what it was called.”
“If
there’s anything you want to ask me, go right ahead,” said Marge.
“Well,
OK, I do have some questions.”
“Yes,
Bart, ask me anything you want,” prompted Marge
“Well,
it might be easier to show you.”To Marge’s shocked amazement, Bart stood up and pulled down his shorts
and underwear.His small yellow cock
sprang to erection.
Bart
didn’t seem to notice the look on his mother’s face.”My pee-pee always gets big when I rub it.But sometimes it gets big like this for no
reason at all.Why is that?”
Marge
cleared her throat and tried not to stare too hard at her son’s nakedness.”First of all, Bart, your pee-pee is
more properly called a penis.And it’s
normal for a young boy’s penis to get erect — that means big — at various
times, even when you’re not masturbating.”
“I
see,” said Bart.”And when I
have an ‘orgasm,’ I squirt out some white stuff.What’s that for?
“It’s
called semen, Bart, and it contains your sperm.When a man’s sperm joins with an egg from a woman, it makes a
baby inside her tummy.”Marge
replied.
“Is
that all semen is for?”
“Well…”
Marge hesitated, but then had a sudden impulse to be honest with Bart.”Some women actually enjoy the taste of
semen.So they swallow the man’s sperm
if he ejaculates in her mouth or on her face.”
“Do
you like the taste of semen, Mom?”
Marge
could tell she was blushing, but she couldn’t help but be honest with Bart, not
to mention a little excited to be talking so frankly about her own
sexuality.”Um, yes Bart, I’m
actually quite fond of it.I almost
always swallow your father’s sperm.It
tastes very good, and it helps to prevent pregnancy.”
“I
see.”Bart said.”Mom — would you like to taste my
semen?”
Marge
knew her face was bright red at this point.An incredible thrill ran through her body as she looked at her son
standing there with his small, but hard, erection.But, she couldn’t say yes — could she?
Suddenly,
a tiny figure of Marge dressed in a devil costume appeared on her left
shoulder.”Yes!Go on, Margie, suck your son’s cock!You know you want to!”Then another small figure of Marge, dressed
as an angel, appeared on her right shoulder.”Margorie Bouvier Simpson — NO!How can you even think about doing that!It’s a sin and completely wrong!”
But
Marge barely heard the little angel as she stared at Bart’s erect penis.”I’ll do it!” thought Marge.The devil smiled wickedly and disappeared in
an explosion of smoke.The angel could
only gasp in shock and vanished in a puff of clouds.
Marge
got down on her knees in front of her son.”I’d love to taste your semen, Bart.”As Marge’s mouth opened to receive her son’s
penis, a wave of intense pleasure ran through her body as she fully realized
what she was doing — performing oral sex on her son!
Meanwhile,
Bart’s body was also quivering.”Aye Caramba, Mom, that feels so good!”He almost fell over as he knees weakened,
but Marge was able to guide him to a sitting position on the couch.Marge discovered she could fit Bart’s entire
dick in her mouth, and even lick his tiny hairless balls while deep-throating
him.
After
less than a minute of her expert fellatio, Marge sensed Bart was about to cum
and put all her energies into finishing him off.Bart then cried out, “Uh, uh, it’s happening, Mom!It’s happeninnnnnnggg!”
Then
it happened!Bart began to squirt his
boy-semen into his mother’s mouth.Marge was careful not to lose a single drop of his fluid, nor did she
swallow it immediately because she wanted to savor the flavor of her son’s
sperm.As Bart’s ejaculations subsided,
Marge rolled his jizz around her mouth, enjoying the sweet but salty
flavor.Bart looked on with amazement
as his mother smiled at him, then closed her eyes and swallowed.
Marge
looked again at her son and said, “Oh Bart!That was delicious!You
taste so good!”
Bart
replied, “I’m glad you liked it, Mom!Do you think…we might do that again sometime?”
Marge
thought only briefly about how utterly wrong it was for her to have sexual
relations with her son.But the
lingering taste of Bart’s sperm, along with the incredible wetness of her own
pussy, cast any doubts aside.
“Oh,
my special little guy!We’re going to
have so much fun together…”
THE END
(BUT TO BE CONTINUED!)