Chapter Summary: Finally, after four chapters, we get to the chapter we all have been waiting for. In this chapter, Bart is having a hard time spelling after the pills that he took to help him to sleep. To help her son to get to sleep, Marge is willing to give a hand to help him to sleep.
Chapter Five…
(Night of Fun.)
Beta: Old man of the mountain/Darklord331
It was late at night for the first night on an unknown island, and we find Bart sitting in front of the fire that his mum created earlier, unable to sleep while his mother and sister were fast asleep. The reason for not being able to sleep was his mother. In the outfit that she was wearing, his thoughts were going to places that he knew that it shouldn't be going, and his cock was hard.
'Damn it! This is gonna be a very long night.' Bart thought with a deep sigh. He knew that if he kept like this, he wouldn't be able to sleep all night. As he stepped outside the cave for some air, he placed his hand into his pocket and found the pills he had pocketed earlier. 'Dad's sleeping pills. Maybe they can help me.' Bart thought upon seeing them.
Taking two of the pills from the package, Bart thought to himself, 'I hope that these are enough to help me to sleep.'
With that Bart went back to the cave to get some sleep. However, the problem was that sleep wouldn't come. In fact, as time passed his dick got harder and wouldn't soften, and after a few hours, he began to masturbate.
Here, he allowed his thoughts go wild, as he thought about fucking his own mother, bending her over a rock as he did so, he moaned out, "Oh, mum, yes just like that."
After a while he suddenly heard his mother call out to him, "BART!" He knew he should stop, but he wasn't able to.
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Marge was fast asleep, when she heard some moaning. 'Ehh, what's that?' Marge asked herself. Then looking around, she turned red when she saw that her son was masturbating not too far from her. Normally, she would tell him off for this, however after what he did today for them, she would let this be. 'Well, all day he has been excited, it's no wonder he is doing this when we're asleep. Not only that, but he recently hit puberty, so I really shouldn't be surprised that he is doing this.'
But that changed when she heard what he said next, "Oh, mum, yes just like that."
She couldn't believe that her son would do something like this, to masturbate while thinking about her. Whilst part of her felt flattered about this, she knew that she couldn't allow this to continue even if she did start to feel aroused by this.
"Bart! I'll allow you to masturbate, but... why are you calling my name whilst doing so?" Marge called out to her son, but he wasn't listening. He was too much intense in masturbating to listen to, so she called out to him again, "Bart! Bart! BART!"
"Sorry mum., it's dad's sleeping pills. They aren't working as they should." Bart moaned as he continued to masturbate. He wanted to, but his feelings were preventing him from doing so. He needed to cum, but no matter how much he masturbated, he wasn't able to.
"Oh, my poor boy, you took Homer's pills didn't you?" Marge asked with a sigh, disappointed in herself for not finding these pills before her son did. "I looked for those pills in the hope that you wouldn't find them. I never imagined that you found and took them already." as she thought about it, she could guess that her son took them to help him sleep. As she told her children earlier, the pills were sleeping pills. If she told them another story other than sleeping pills, her son wouldn't have taken them.
"Bart, I'm sorry to tell you this, but those pills, they don't help you to sleep as I told you and Lisa." Marge said, sounding regretful for not telling her son the truth or not telling him a different story. "Those pills… well, as you probably already guessed… they, they make your penis hard."
"Ugh... what am I going to do?" Bart asked worriedly, he didn't know how long he could last like this.
Marge didn't know what to do about this. She could tell her son that he could wait, that the pills would wear off over time. But the problem is that they didn't know how long the effects of the pills would last on a child, seeing how they weren't meant for someone like Bart. She had no idea how this would affect Bart if he couldn't get some release.
'What have I done?' Marge thought to herself, ashamed that this happened to her son as she told them that they were sleeping pills.
But as she took a look at her son's penis, she was surprised that someone of his age had such a big dick. She never thought a kid would have something that big. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't help being a bit aroused by seeing this. Looking at it, she wanted to touch it, help her son by wanking him off so he could get some rest.
What she didn't realize was that the Sin Mushroom was that with her guilt as to what happened, it was driving her into a deeper hole. As with what happened that day, being slightly hurt and feeling guilty, any mental immune system she normally would have was lowered a lot, making it easier for the mushroom to interact with her and work faster than normal.
Marge was silent for a few moments, as the mushroom and her mind was catching up to what she had planned next. Bart could see his mother in the dim light coming from the fire and he could just make out her face. The way she was worrying her lips against each other thoughtfully.
"I'll help you dear, I have to do this. It's my fault after all that you're in this state." Marge said finally as she took a deep breath, and Bart felt her hand reach down and gripped onto his penis. "It'll be okay. Now relax…"
"Mother!" BartI exclaimed.
'We might end up living on this island forever.' Marge thought to herself as once again she thought about this, but this time, the mushrooms were doing their work on her. As she slowly worked her hand around her son's cock. 'If that's the case... it doesn't matter what we do.'
"Sshh, just lie still and don't say anything." Marge huashed her son as she continued to play with his dick a bit. "Let me do this to thank you for what you have done so far for me and Lisa... without your cunning and knowledge as to what to do, we might not be able to survive here for long." Marge informed her as she gently began to work her hand up and down his shaft. "You're my special little man, Bart. I'll do anything I can to help you so that you can help me and Lisa."
"Oh God, mum." Bart muttered under his breath, as his mother pulled his head into her breasts. He was paralysed: at any other time he couldn't, wouldn't, let his mother bring him off. Sure, he dreamt about it, but he knew it was wrong, and as such he would have stopped it. But yet, being under the influence of the mushrooms, the pills, and his penis, they had other ideas. So strong and urgent was his erection that despite all his intentions, Bart just could not pull away from the warmth of his mother's hand.
"Oh, no, no no," Bart said under his breath. But all the time he was getting harder until he could do nothing but give himself up to the sensations, building him up to the point of no return.
"This must be done because you took your father's pills." Marge told her son as she pumped her son's cock even faster.
Bart gasped and groaned and savoured the last few tugs before he could hold out no longer: with his mother stroking him firmly and rhythmically Bart started to shoot all of his pent up sperm, fiercely, ecstatically, the wet milky substance shooting everywhere, over his stomach, over my mother's hand, her top and her body.
When Bart was spent, he lay there groaning, the tension draining out of him, until he fell silent. Still his mother's hand was closed around his limp penis.
"Oh, Bart, I think somebody needed that," she said softly, into his ear, "You came so much, more than your father ever did."
A groan was all she got by way of an answer, as Bart fell asleep peacefully.
"You'll be able to sleep better now," she said as she subconsciously licked her son's cum off her hand. She was full of lust, herself, and wanted more, but her son was asleep and she didn't want to wake him. All honestly, all this felt like a dream. As she would never normally do this. But she put it down to everything that had happened that day and being tried.
Not wanting to think too much about what she did to her son, she went back to sleep. Letting herself decide not to think about what happened until the following morning.
To Be Continued!
Author's Note: Here ends another chapter of Simpsons Paradise, I really hope you enjoyed the chapter. I would like to apologise for taking so long to get to this chapter. Blame my need to have detail in my work, I like to explain things like how someone got to Point A to Point B. I just don't like it happening while explaining how they got there in the first place, as so much detail can be missed, like why someone is angry or wants to hurt someone. Seen many stories where they leave detail out and nothing makes sense, it doesn't explain or show what happens.
I like to show when possible what happens in my work. I think that's why it takes so long, as because of my learning problems, I find it hard to find the words I want to show how things got to a certain point. But then again, most people like that style of my work.
