Chapter 18: Like Mother, Like Daughter
Lisa was in the bathroom putting on an obscene amount of make-up. She had blue eyeliner and fake-lashes that made her look like an attention-seeking high school slut. To complete the look she had bought a push-up bra to accentuate her chest and a sexy black garterbelt with stockings that drew the attention to her plump thighs. She could have gone without underwear, but she knew that Bart had a fetish for panties. That was why she had on a daring semitransparent t-back that rode up her butt crack.
She hoped that by dolling herself up more than usual she could compete with her admittedly sexy and curvaceous mother. She wasn't going to let Marge hog up Bart for another day.
The young girl looked at the clock anxiously. Neither Bart nor Marge was home. If they didn't show up soon she would lose to her lust and go have sex with the dog again.
The sound of the door opening made Lisa jump. She ran downstairs only for her mother to rush past her with nothing but a hasty greeting. Lisa followed her mother who headed to the bedroom and placed the sleeping Maggie in her crib.
Marge looked at Lisa seriously and asked her to come downstairs with her.
"Okay, first of all, why do you have so much make-up on?" Marge asked when the two were in the kitchen.
"No special reason," the little girl feigned innocence.
"Well never mind that. We can talk about it later. Right now we need to clean up this house. Your father is coming back home soon. If he sees our sex toys and bodily fluids all over, he'll find out about the sick things we've been doing with your brother."
Lisa was not thrilled about having to do chores.
"Clean up? Can't that wait until later? I'm so horny right now."
"Have you forgotten your punishment, young lady?" Marge scolded. "You are not to engage in any lewd acts until your grades improve."
"Who cares about my grades? I don't care about getting to college. I just want to be Bart's brainless sex slave for the rest of my life."
"Hearing you say that makes me realize just how depraved our situation is," Marge sighed. "That young man has really corrupted us both, hasn't he? We used to be such respectable and serious women. But now we're nothing but his obedient playthings."
"Exactly!" Lisa agreed. "We're nothing but Bart's cumdumpsters. So let's stop pretending that we're anything more than that. Why should we care what the rest of the world thinks? We're a filthy incest family and that makes us happy. If dad won't accept it, just divorce him. Who cares about him anyway? Bart's cock is the only thing we need."
"You have a point," Marge admitted, looking down at her crotch and resisting the urge to start touching herself. Even the mention of her son's bulging meat stick made her hot down there. "But your father provides for us. I can't just divorce him. We need him around if we wish to keep things the same. So get cleaning."
The blue-haired woman then pulled the vacuum cleaner from the closet and started cleaning the floors while picking up dildos, buttplugs and used condoms on her path. Lisa half-heartedly took a towel and began scouting for piles of cum on the floor.
She recognized with jealousy every spot where Bart had fucked their mother. There were a few piles in the living room where Bart had fucked Marge doggystyle while watching TV. Every man's fantasy. There were cumstains on the floor tiles and the apron hanging in the kitchen where Bart had hotdogged Marge's huge ass while she was cooking. There was so much dried jizz, lube and breastmilk on the king-sized bed's that there was no point in throwing the sheets in the laundry. Those stains wouldn't come off. The whole thing had to be thrown away. The bed was clearly the mother and son's favorite spot to fuck like wild animals. On the wall there were some scribbles. Bart had recorded how many times he had cum inside or outside his mother.
Under the 'Creampies' column Bart's current score was 94 anal creampies, 38 oral creampies and 21 vaginal creampies. Under the 'outside' column, Bart had listed that he had cum on Marge's face 14 times, 30 times on her breasts and 78 times on her butt.
"I wonder if he keeps count how many times I've made him cum," the girl thought aloud.
Lisa bit her lip in frustration. She had missed out on so much fun just because her mother was a bitch about her grades. The anger boiled over. She threw away the soiled towel and picked up a pair of BDSM-handcuffs.
The spiky-haired girl marched downstairs and located her mother's purse. She opened it without permission while Marge continued vacuuming, unaware of what was about to happen. Lisa took out the remote to Marge's vibrating buttplug and turned it up to maximum power.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH!" Marge moaned at the sudden jolt of pleasure and dropped to her hands and knees while arching her back toward the ceiling as if she were possessed. Lisa walked up to her prone mother and took her hand. She put one ring of the handcuffs on Marge's right wrist and the other one around the leg of the cabinet that Marge had been vacuuming around.
"Lisaaaah! Staaph! You're making me cum!" Marge whined with a grumpy yet ecstatic expression. "We don't have time for this… Please turn it off…"
"Looks like I'm in charge now," Lisa said with sadistic glee. She pressed Marge's head against the floor with her bare foot and looked down at her over her nose.
"Oh no! I'm cumming! I'm gonna cum!"
"Not so fast," Lisa said and turned off the vibration. She walked behind her helpless mother, lifted up her green skirt and removed the buttplug from Marge's asshole. It made a loud wet plop as the trapped air escaped from the housewife's stretched anus. Marge looked over her shoulder, pleading desperately.
"Put it back in. I need it."
Lisa wagged her finger and clicked her tongue. She licked the buttplug up and down from different angles before putting it in her mouth completely as if showing off how adept she was at giving head.
"Hmm, your ass tastes saltier than usual today, mom," she pointed out.
"I haven't had time to take a shower. Please, just put it back in and release me. I'm sorry for being so harsh on you."
Lisa walked back in front of Marge and stuck out her foot.
"Lick it, whore," she commanded.
"Lisa, I am your mother. That's no way to speak…"
"Lick it."
"…okay, okay. If we can then move past this silliness and get back to cleaning."
Marge proceeded to lick her daughter's foot like it was a popsicle. It didn't really have a flavor, good or bad. But performing the humiliating act itself made her realize that she no longer held any authority over either of her children. She was at the bottom of the hierarchy. She was the bottom bitch of Bart's other bottom bitch.
"You're licking your daughter's feet and begging her to put a big buttplug up your ass. What does that make you?"
"…a whore," Marge replied with an angry glare.
"That's accurate. But more importantly, it makes you a very bad mommy," Lisa pointed out.
"I'm… a bad mommy," Marge admitted shamefully.
"I think bad mommies like you deserve a good spanking," Lisa continued. Satisfied with the dominatrix shtick, she returned behind Marge and gave her ass a hard slap.
"Ahh!" Marge moaned. Her butt wiggled and wobbled for a few seconds before returning to its still state, slightly red from the spot where Lisa had slapped it.
"You like that?" Lisa asked with a grin.
"No. Please stop. This is too humiliating," Marge begged with moist eyes.
"Humiliating? You let Bart do crazy stuff to your butt all the time. You don't have to pretend to be modest just because we're both girls."
Spank, spank, spank.
Lisa continued slapping Marge's fat yellow ass, making it redder with every hit. Despite the MILF whore's initial protesting, she could not hide the pussy juices oozing through her purple panties. Soon enough she was begging for more.
"Harder! Punish me more!"
"Call yourself a bad mommy," Lisa demanded, holding her next slap back before her request was granted.
"I'm a bad mommy! I'm a bad mommy! Punish me!" Marge howled. She got rewarded with a barrage of sharp smacks on her beckoning hindquarters. Lisa enjoyed hearing the loud sound of Marge's booty flesh coming into contact with her palm and seeing the sizable bottom ripple with each hit. When the girl's right arm got tired of delivering the hits, she switched to her left and began to spank Marge's left buttock, which had been safe until that moment.
After minutes of intense slapping Lisa had to stop to catch her breath. Marge looked back as if wondering why she had stopped suddenly.
"If you're done messing around," she said, breathing heavily but still trying to muster up some authority. "You better release me now. Bart won't be happy if he comes home and sees that you've already exhausted me."
"Exhausted you?" Lisa laughed. "Bitch please. We both know your libido is unquenchable."
She knelt behind the blue-haired woman and began fingering her holes without any warning.
"You think I can feel your tiny fingers when my insides have been molded by your brother's giant dick?" Marge mocked. "I was just pretending to be horny earlier so you would release me. Don't think you can make me cum, young lady."
"My fingers may be small. But I'm a girl the same as you. I know exactly what feels good. Finding your G-spot will be a cakewalk."
The spiky-haired girl proceeded to explore her mother's holes. She poked at them from various angles, circled around and massaged various areas. All the while she paid attention to the sounds and slight spastic movements that Marge was making in response to her touches. Every time a suppressed gasp escaped from the woman's lips or her pussy and sphincter tightened around the girl's fingers she knew she was on the right track. When she found the spots that gave the biggest reactions, she assaulted those pleasure points mercilessly.
"Ah, why do your tiny fingers feel so good? This isn't fair! I'm gonna… I'm cumming!" Marge cried.
Splurt, splurt. She was lactating. This got Lisa's attention. She reached under her mother and cupped her hanging E-cup breasts in her tiny hands. Marge's breasts were so swollen that they easily spilled over her daughter's hands when she was trying to get a grip. After fumbling around for a while, she took hold of the woman's erect nipples and squeezed them hard.
"You came with your tits again, mom. You're such a cow."
"Don't call me that," the woman said, but her voice no longer had any sense of authority. She sounded more like a scared schoolgirl. She had been humiliated too many times to put on any real resistance. Lisa gently massaged her leaking nipples and whispered seductively in her ear.
"You want me to milk you, don't you, mommy?"
"…yes, please," Marge whispered submissively.
With verbal consent granted (not that she needed it to dominate her mom) Lisa began to tug at the pointed portion of Marge's breast in a motion similar to a handjob. Although getting a consistent grip was harder because of the size and shape of the boobs. The occasional bursts of breastmilk made it even harder to keep the lewdly swaying MILF-size titties in her hands.
"I'll put the buttplug back in your ass if you call yourself a dumb cow while I milk you," Lisa proposed.
"I'm a dumb cow!" Marge said without hesitation. As if to confirm her statement, she sprayed more milk from her chest. The mother and daughter were now wrestling in a whole puddle of white liquid. Lisa took out the buttplug and gave it one last lick before putting it back in its rightful place inside her mother.
"Yes! Thank you! I'm a whore. I'm a bad mommy. I'm a dumb cow. I'm whatever you want me to be, baby," Marge proclaimed.
"If you're a cow, then moo for me, bitch," Lisa ordered.
"Moo! Moo!"
"Yes, that's a good cow! Do you have more milk for me, or did I already squeeze you dry?"
"Moo! I've got more for you, master. Just keep playing with my udders. Moo!"
"I can see why Bart enjoys dominating you so much. You're so much fun when you finally give in."
"Moo!"
Marge no longer used any human languages but simply kept imitating cattle. She must have reached the point where she simply turned off her brain and let her lust take absolute control.
The door opened.
"Umm, what the hell is going on here? I could hear cow noises through the door."
It was Bart.