Chapter 12: New Alliances, New Experiences

"So let me get this straight," Professor Frink said, studying the white pill in his hand. "You want me to figure out the chemical makeup of these drugs and mass produce them for you?"

"That's right," Bart said. He had bailed from school early to avoid running into Jimbo's gang again now that they knew he had been disarmed. He would have to do something about that problem, but first he wanted to figure out how to get his own constant supply of Pheromone Pills without having to get them from Jimbo. The young man had asked Lisa to go straight home from school to look after Marge while he took care of business. Professor Frink had happily invited Bart into his house when the boy showed up at his doorstep. The nerd seemed to be desperate for company, so Bart's scientific proposal intrigued him.

"So, can you do it?" Bart asked the brainiac.

"Most certainly!" Frink replied. "Figuring out the formula for this pill should prove quite elementary with my skills and the equipment and the calculations, mm-hey! The real problem is the mass-production process. I would require some financial backing in order to be able to afford all the required ingredients."

"Money is no problem," Bart said. He took out his wallet and pulled a stack of hundred-dollar bills. "My dad's a big baller at the power plant now, so my allowance has increased by tenfold. Just name your price."

"HOYVIN GLAVIN!" Frink exclaimed at the sight of the money. "Let me tell you right now, my young friend, that you've made the right decision to consult me for all of your scientific pursuits. For the amount of dollars in your hand I can analyze the drug and produce you a batch of twelve pills within a week! Guaranteed!"

"We have a deal," Bart said. He handed over half of the money. "You'll get the rest when the batch is done. I'll leave you to it and check back later."

"Understood. I should have the results of my analysis available later today."

"That soon? I knew I could count on you, Professor."

The next order of business was to head to the Legitimate Businessman's Social Club where the mobsters liked to hang out. If Bart wanted to have formidable allies that even Jimbo wouldn't dare to mess with, that was the place to go.

There was a guy in a suit at the door to the establishment.

"Get lost kid," he said when Bart approached. "This place is 21 and up."

"I've got a business proposal for Fat Tony," Bart said, pulling out a stack of money. He gave slipped a hundred-dollar bill in the guy's breast pocket and patted him on the cheek. The man was so stunned that he just stood there as Bart walked past him through the door.

Fat Tony was sitting in the back of the room smoking a cigar and talking to some of his associates. Some other mobsters were playing pool or drinking.

"Hey, how did that kid get in here?" said Louie. A couple of guys grabbed Bart by the shoulders to stop him.

"Hey, let me go! I wanna talk to Fat Tony."

"Nobody talks to Tony without going through me. Why would he want to see a brat like you?"

"Let's just say that I have an offer he can't refuse."

"Hey, Tony! This kid says he wants to talk to you," Louie called. Fat Tony looked annoyed and confused that his important conversation had been interrupted by something so pointless.

"What's a pipsqueak like him doing here? Throw him out," Fat Tony said.

"Wait!" Bart said. "I can help you guys make a lot of money!"

"Stop," Fat Tony said to his henchmen who were about to drag the boy away. He got up from his seat and walked closer. "What are you talking about?"

"Did you ever see the movie Goodfellas? I'm like Henry. A regular kid who wants to become an errand boy for the mafia."

"I did see that movie," Louie said angrily. "Henry squealed on all of his friends in the end and got them arrested while he went on to live a comfy life in witness protection. Are you saying you're a rat like that bastard?"

"Oops, sorry. Bad metaphor."

"He's undercover," another mobster yelled out. "Search him for a wire."

"Hey, I'm no snitch!"

Louie ignored Bart's protestation and started patting him down.

"Anything?"

"Nah, boss. He's clean."

"I like your guts, kid," Fat Tony said to Bart. "Not many people would dare to talk to people like us. What kind of deal did you have in mind?"

"You guys are in the drug distribution business, right? Well, I've gotten my hands on these illegal aphrodisiacs called Pheromone Pills. And I found a guy who's able to mass produce them. All I need is ten percent of the monthly batch and I'll let you guys sell the rest."

"Interesting," Fat Tony said. "I have heard rumors about that drug. I hear it's quite effective."

"Oh, yes sir!" Bart said. He reached out to his sock, which caused Tony's henchmen to pull out their guns. "No wait! I'm just giving him a free sample to try out!"

Bart slowly pulled out the tin can and took a single pill from it.

"Here! I'll let you try it for free, so you'll know it's the real deal. Just give it to your wife or girlfriend or whatever. They'll do whatever freaky stuff you want!"

Fat Tony looked at the pill suspiciously before slipping it in his breast pocket.

"So, what's the catch?" the mob boss asked. "You too chicken to sell the stuff yourself, so you're asking us to take care of the distribution while you take care of the supply side? How big of a share of the profits are you asking for?"

"No share, I've got enough money already," Bart said. "All I want is to keep ten percent of the drugs and for you guys to offer me protection. There are a couple kids at school who want me dead, so I could really use a couple of your thugs as my personal bodyguards."

"Bodyguards?" Fat Tony repeated. He exchanged glances with Louie and started laughing hysterically. "I love this kid! He brings me a potential million-dollar business opportunity and all he wants in return is to be saved from a couple of elementary school bullies."

The other mobsters also started chucking. Bart blushed shamefully. Now that Fat Tony had articulated his idea out loud, it did sound pretty ridiculous.

"What's your name, kid?" Fat Tony asked.

"Bart Simpson, sir."

"Well, Bart. I'm gonna have my friend Louie here take your contact information. If I like the free sample you gave me, I'll give you a call and we can proceed with the business arrangement."

"Thank you, sir! You won't be disappointed!"

As Bart left the Legitimate Businessman's Social Club he started skateboarding back toward Professor Frink's house. He wanted to make sure that Frink was really capable of reproducing the drugs or else his deal with the mafia wouldn't go anywhere.

"Welcome back, Bart," the professor said. "I'm happy to announce that I have successfully determined the chemical makeup of the drug. The active ingredients in this pill make for an extremely strong aphrodisiac that can make one very popular with the LADIES!"

"I already knew that, genius," Bart said. "What else can you tell me about it?"

"Well, a proper human test would be the only way to verify my hypotheses, but this drug has the potential for various physiological effects on the human body with the rewriting neural pathways and the anatomical mutations and the erogenous hypersensitivity and the mammary secretions, mm-hey."

"Uhh, can you say that in common English? It's not dangerous or anything, is it?"

"Dangerous? Not at all. Though the physiological changes may alarm the person they are affecting, they are only temporary and do not cause any permanent alterations."

"What are these changes you're talking about?"

"Well… my expert opinion is that were a female person to partake in this drug in large doses, whether instantaneously or over time, she will go through changes that make her body into an ideal vessel for breeding. Namely, it increases the elasticity, sensitivity and muscle control of erogenous holes and greatly increases the sex drive. Furthermore it can cause women to LACTATE THEIR LADYMILK when aroused, even if they are not breastfeeding."

"Impressive."

From what Bart was able to gather out of the professor's erratic speech pattern it sounded like he didn't have to worry about Marge suffering any kind of overdose or negative effects because of the amount of pills she consumed that morning with her coffee. That was a relief.

Bart's cell phone vibrated with the message tone. It was from Lisa.

Come home quick! It's happening! Mom's gone crazy!

As soon as he read the message, the boy ran out of Professor Frink's house without saying goodbye. He skateboarded home as fast as he could.


"Finally," Lisa whispered when Bart came through the front door. She had been waiting at the bottom of the stairs with her panties at her ankles and fingering her pussy. "Mom's in the living room. I don't know what to do."

There were loud clapping noises and moans coming from the living room. Bart peeked around the corner and saw his mother on all fours being penetrated by Santa's Little Helper. The family dog was ramming the mature woman's asshole while she moaned so loudly that the neighbors must have heard it.

"Yeesh! Yeesh! Good dog! More! Fuck me harder!" she yelled.

"She was already like that when I got home," Lisa explained. "She started by fucking herself with a dildo for two hours straight right there in the living room. She didn't even notice me coming in. I figured that she must just be lonely, since dad's not home. But when she started doing it with Santa's Little Helper, I knew that she's gone totally nuts."

"And you've just been fingering yourself here behind the corner the whole time?" Bart asked. "Why didn't you join her?"

"It's embarrassing… she's my mother. Besides, I thought you'd be mad if I had fun with her without you."

"Well, let's stop hiding and go to her together," Bart said, taking his sister's hand and leading her to the living room. Marge saw them from the corner of her eye, but couldn't stop rocking her hips back and forth.

"Barth and Lisha…" she drooled with her cheeks red. "Don't lhook ath mhee. Thish whasn't shupposhed tho happen!"

"What? You fucking a dog or us catching you doing it?" Bart said cheekily. "Don't worry, mom. We won't judge you. It turns out everyone in our family is a little weird. Let's all make each other feel good!"

Bart grabbed Lisa by her cheeks and kissed her on the lips. He then turned to Marge.

"Look, mom. Lisa and I are in love. Yesterday she sucked me off during breakfast and swallowed my cum. And the day before that I fucked her tight pussy. Are you surprised, mom? Are you shocked to find out that the straight A student that you raised is secretly a deepthroating expert who's obsessed with drinking her brother's jizz?"

"Ahh! Ahh! I'm gonna cum again!" Marge kept panting and moaning. Bart wasn't sure if she had even registered what he had just said. "CUMMIIIING!"

Marge arched her back looking at the ceiling. Spurts of milk started shooting out of her nipples. Bart and Lisa, who were in the line of fire, got their faces and clothes covered in the white liquid.

"What is this? Milk?" Lisa wondered, wiping the white stuff on her cheek with her finger and putting it in her mouth. "Mom, you're lactating. Are you pregnant?"

"That's not it," Bart interjected. "Professor Frink told me that the Pheromone Pills can make women lactate even if they're not breastfeeding. Mom essentially just came from her tits."

"Wow... that is so hot," Lisa said with her mouth agape.

"What do you say? How about we drink that milk straight from the source?" Bart suggested. Lisa nodded. The two siblings got down on both sides of their mother and started sucking on her leaking breasts.

"Yes! Drink mommy's milk, kids!" the woman said, pulling her children close as they licked and sucked on her erect nipples. Bart felt a warm and sweet nectar fill his mouth and he swallowed it hungrily. But one mouthful wasn't nearly enough. He opened his mouth wider and sucked so hard that his cheeks were caving inwards. This caused more of his mother's breast milk to ooze out.

"You're like a cow, mom," Lisa said, catching her breath with the rich white liquid dripping from her spiky hair. "It just keeps coming out."

"Ahh, no! I'm cumming! I'm cumming with my ass!" Marge yelled. It looked like Santa's Little Helper had ejaculated inside her. The dog looked satisfied as he dismounted his bottom bitch and sauntered out of the living room.

"I've gotta see this," Bart said. "Come on, Lisa."

The two siblings walked behind Marge.

"Wow, mom!" Lisa sounded impressed. "I never realized how big and round your ass is! How do you squeeze that thing into the tight green dress you always wear?"

"Haaah, haaah! Thank you, sweetie," the woman panted.

"And look at the size of that gape!" Bart pointed out. "You could put a billiard ball in that fuckhole. Almost makes me wanna go for sloppy seconds."

Blblblblbl.

There came a bubbling sound. Then a burst of dog-cum shot out of Marge's butthole.

"Ahh! It's coming out," she cried happily, spreading her ass cheeks with her hands. A small waterfall of semen poured down her ass crack and running over her pussy before dropping on the floor.

"Jesus!" Bart said. "How many times did that mutt cum in her ass? It's overflowing!"

"I counted three," Lisa said with her eyes glued on her mother's rear. "Hey, Bart. Do you know how penguins feed their children?"

"Umm, yeah," the boy said, scratching his head. "But what does that have to do with anything?"

"Well, I just thought of something fun that I want to try..." the girl said with a devilish smile. She leaned over toward Marge's buttocks.

"You filthy cumslut," Bart whispered under his breath when he realized what his little sister was planning. She started rimming Marge's asshole and slurping up the cum that was flowing out of it. Only she wasn't swallowing it, but simply storing it in her mouth.

"Ahh! Lisa, what are you doing? This is so embarrassing!" Marge said.

"I think we're past the point of shame, mom," Bart said, stroking his dick at the insanely depraved display. He never thought he'd live to see something so wrong yet arousing in his lifetime. A housewife had been anally creamed in front of her two kids and now her daughter was sucking the cum out of her ass. Lisa turned around to face Bart with her cheeks full and flashed the victory sign with both hands. She then walked in front of her mother and knelt down to her level.

"Lisa, what are you...? MMMPHLGHL!"

Lisa assaulted her mother's mouth with a kiss, letting the cum flow from her mouth into Marge's. Marge looked shocked for a few moments, but quickly began to return the kiss. The mother and daughter wrestled with their tongues and swapped the hot semen back and forth in their connected mouths. To Bart it almost seemed that they were working together to distribute the jizz evenly between themselves, so that they would both get an equal share. They were looking at each other's eyes intensely and communicating wordlessly. Eventually they both seemed to agree that it was time to swallow, and they drank the loads with loud gulps before finally breaking their kiss.

"Haah, mom, you're such a whore," Lisa said, breathing heavily.

"You're not half bad yourself, young lady," the woman replied. "I never knew my little girl could be so dirty."

"Aren't you two forgetting about someone?" Bart said.

"Sorry, sweetie," Marge said, wiping the leftover semen from her chin with the back of her hand. She got up from the floor and went to sit on the sofa with her legs spread. "Come over here, honey. Fuck your mommy's pussy."

"You're letting me do that?" Bart asked in disbelief. "Hell yes!"

"What about me?" Lisa asked jealously.

"You'll get your turn," Bart said. "In the meantime, you can play with mom's breasts some more."

Lisa shrugged and got on the sofa next to Marge where she started sucking one of her lactating breasts.

"I'm gonna put it in now, mom," Bart said, lining up his cock to his mother's soaked vagina.

"Give it to me, stud," Marge said in her sweet raspy voice. "No need to go slow. This isn't my first rodeo."

Bart slid his dick in without any hesitation. The size of his penis made a visible bulge on the blue-haired woman's slender belly.

"Ahhh! It's inside me!" Marge screamed, putting her hands behind Bart's back. "My son's gigantic horsecock is reaching all the way into my womb!"

"Ahh, mom, you're so cute," Lisa said dreamily, licking Marge's breast all over and squeezing the other one with her hand. Bart grabbed the woman by the waist and started humping like a rabbit. Marge's tasty melons bounced up and down to the rhythm of Bart's thrusts. Every now and then more milk oozed out her nipples. Her drooling mouth dripped saliva onto her breasts, mixing with the milk and sliding down toward her belly button.

"Ahh, how does it feel, sweetie?" Marge asked. "Does it feel good to pound mommy's pussy?"

"It feels great, mom," Bart said. "Although I love your big fat ass the most, it's nice to those big titties jiggle like that! And I love seeing your sexy expressions while I fuck you."

"You two make for such an adorable couple," Lisa said, playing with her flat chest.

"I haven't forgotten about you either, sis," Bart said. He reached one of his hand toward Lisa's butt and started fingering her asshole with his index finger and her pussy with his middle finger. The threesome continued like this for a few more minutes. None of the family members said anything, just kept satisfying each other lust with gradually increasing intensity. Their combined moans and fleshy slapping sounds filled the house.

"Ahh, mom, I'm gonna cum!" Bart said when he felt himself reaching his limit. "I'm gonna pull it out and spray it on your tummy and boobs, so Lisa and you can lick it off."

"No," Marge said. She stretched out her spread legs and wrapped them around Bart's back. "Do it inside me."

"What?" Bart said. "I can't! You'll get pregnant."

"Do it!" Marge commanded and strengthened her leglock. "That's an order, young man. If you don't cum inside your dear old mommy, you'll be grounded for a week."

Bart could do nothing to escape. And in that moment he was too aroused to care. "I'm cumming! I'm impregnating my slut-mommy!"

"Give it to me, my special little guy!"

Splurt splurt splurt.

Bart felt his balls being drained like a deflating balloon. When he was done, he collapsed forward and rested his head on his mother's soft breasts with his cock still snugly inside her overflowing pussy.

"Tired already?" Marge asked. "I was looking forward to more family fun with you two."

"He's not done!" Lisa said jealously. "I didn't get to go yet. Bart, you've got to do me next."

"You heard her, Bart," Marge said with a motherly scolding tone. "A gentleman can't take a break until his female companions are fully satisfied."

Bart swallowed loudly. It seemed like it was going to be a long and sleepless night.