Subject: (Repost) Simpsons Episode II: Bart Extends his New Knowledge
From: gzaxgaiefx@aol.com (GzAxgaiefX)
Date: 22 Sep 1997 01:03:43 GMT
Message-id: <4283eli$9709212102@qz.little-neck.ny.us>


The Simpsons Episode II: Bart Extends His New Knowledge

	Bart woke up in a good mood.  He knew he had to get home by eleven
o’clock, and it was only nine thirty now.  His mother thought he was at
Millhouse’s all night.  Oh how little she knew.  Bart looked over and
noticed Edna Krabopple quietly sleeping on her stomach in the nude.  

	“I know just how to wake her up.” Bart thought to himself.  He
took his already rock hard dick and quickly shoved up her ass.

	“Unngh” Edna moaned, but remained asleep.  Bart started pumping
his member up and down in her ass, slowly at first, but increasing his
speed as he went.  Soon Edna, as if by instinct in her sleep, started
moving to match the little boy’s actions.

	“Oh Bart,” Edna moaned, “Faster!”

	“Bart, wake up, it’s time for school.” yelled Marge as she raced
up the stairs.

	“Shit!” Bart thought to himself, “I’m almost done.”  “One more
minute,” he called back.  The erotic event which took place Friday night
was still fulfilling Bart’s need for something to think about during
masturbation.

	“You don’t have one more min uhh uhmmm...” Marge stammered as she
forced open Bart’s door.  She never expected to see this, at least not this
early.  Marge witnessed her little boy’s penis eject loads of cum.

	“Mo-om!!!!  Close the door!!!!!  Don’t you knock???!!?!?!?”

	“I’m sorry,” she said, and walked out of the room.  

	A million questions ran through Marge’s mind: “How could it be. 
Bart is only in fourth grade.  I just don’t understand. Maybe I should just
pretend I never saw anything.  Maybe I should talk to Homer.  On second
thought, I probably shouldn’t talk to Homer.  I have to talk to him.  I
have to explain to him something.  Oh I don’t know what to do.  I guess I
should keep him home from school today, and tell him about uhhmmm
relationships.”

	Bart was so embarrassed that he never came down.  Marge told Lisa
that Bart was sick and wasn’t going to school today. Homer was at work and
Maggie was taking a nap.  Marge went up to Bart’s room.  She knocked on the
door, and heard a quiet “Come in.”

	Bart looked over to his clock and said oh sh.. I mean shoot, I
have to go to school.  “He thought I can’t wait to see Mrs. Krabopple!  Oh
wait a minute, she wasn’t in school yesterday or Monday, and they already
told us she was gonna be out for the rest of the week. Damn!”

	“I don’t want to talk to you.” Bart whined and lied down on his
bed.  He started to shiver and Marge reached to put the sheet over him. 
But where she grabbed was wet with what must have been cum, so she quickly
moved her hand to another spot, which was also wet.  Then she found a dry
spot and bent over to tuck her not-so-little boy in.  As she did, Bart was
treated to a long look at his own mother’s cleavage.  Marge noticed where
he was staring and quickly stood up. She sat down on a chair across the
room and noticed now Bart was staring up the bottom of her dress.  She
crossed her legs and thought about what she was going to say.

	“Honey, uhhmmm, I didn’t think we would have this talk for a
while, but I guess now is as good a time as ever.  When a young boy grows
up...”

	“I know Mom,” Bart interrupted, “I don’t need to have this talk,
and would you leave my room please, I have to do something.” Bart’s dick
had started to harden.  He had never thought of his mom as anything more
but his mom, but now, he thought about her in a different way.

	“No Bart,” Marge said, “we have to have this talk now.” With that
she got up and sat down next to her son on the bed.  Marge started to pat
Bart on the stomach to comfort him, but missed and hit the ever growing
tent in the sheets.

	“OUCHHHHH!!!” Bart cried.  “Why in the hell did you do that!!!” A
few silent moments went by as Marge arranged her thoughts.  But, before she
said anything, Bart said, “Oh, I think I know why,” and he started to reach
for his dick.

	“No Bart, that’s not it at all,” Marge protested, but it was too
late.  As her little boy took out his dick, she gasped.

	“Mom, I understand how you feel, I realize that Homer’s probably
not uhmmmm adequate.” With that, Bart grabbed his mother’s hand, and
although she resisted, he squeezed it around his little member.  “Ohhhhh,
that feels good Mom, keep doing it,” and Bart let go of her hand. 
Surprising both herself and Bart, Marge kept on doing it.  Bart reached
over to his nightstand and grabbed the pocket knife.  He slit her dress all
the way around, leaving his mother in just panties and a bra.  Then Bart
pulled Marge’s head down to his dick, and she started to suck.  Her hair
tickled his chin in a most sensuous way as she blew her little boy.  Bart
took the knife and shredded his mother’s bra, and let her breasts hang
free.  He reached down and began to fondle them. He rubbed and squeezed in
time with her sucking and blowing.  Then Bart wanted more.  All in one
movement, he flipped Marge over, ripped off her panties and started
pounding into her.  In five minutes of hot sweaty sex, Bart came.  He
screamed, as did Marge.  Then they lay back, naked, and sweaty, resting,
waiting for more.  

	The door opened and Homer said “I forgot my lunch, and then I
heard screaming and OH MY GOD!!! MARGE, HOW COULD YOU!!!”

To find out what happens, watch for the next episode of “The Simpsons”

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