Chapter Summary: Some more sexual fun in this chapter. With Bart having his sexual desires awakened, in this chapter, we see him taking his mother as his as they are at the plane site.

Chapter Nine…

(Gaining Control - Part 1.)

Beta: Old man of the mountain/Darklord331

As Bart was leading his mother to the plane crash site, he was thinking about how his mum had just given him another handjob along with his first blowjob. With the memory fresh in his mind, he couldn't help but to think about it again and again. The thing is, whilst he knew it was wrong, he wanted more, he wanted to fuck her too. To fuck her so badly that she couldn't walk or think straight.

What Bart didn't know was that thanks to all the Sin Mushrooms that he had been eating all week, more than his mother seeing how tasty they were. And now with what just happened, all the resistance that he had built up that week was all but gone. And now? All his body and mind wanted was to fuck his mother. The only thing that was stopping him was that he didn't know what to do. Yes he knew how sex works, but at the same time, this would be his first time and as such, he didn't know how things should happen. Who should go first, should he make a move or wait for his mother to say something? This was the only thing that was stopping him.

Either way, as they got to the plane crash site that he found, his mother began to look around the place. For the first hour there, they removed the bodies from the plane and dug a huge grave for them, where they placed all the bodies there. They didn't see a reason to do one grave at a time. Then they looked around the plane. As Bart mentioned, Marge found that the radio was indeed beyond repair, thanks to wildlife and plant life there.

As she did so, it would seem as if she was swinging her ass, making her breasts bounce on purpose. She even let her hair down and tied it up with a bow, instead of keeping it in a bun like she normally did. She swung it about sexily every so often. It was like she was trying to tease him for some reason. It was driving him crazy.

After a while, Bart snapped. Thanks to the Sin Mushrooms that were running through his system and not long having a great blow and hand job from his mother, Bart wanted more. His body demanded more. And he didn't care if his mother wanted it or not. Although, after how she acted before, she seemed to like it rough. Whatever the case, right now his mind and body didn't care what she wanted, all he wanted was just to fuck her.

So with that, as his mind was full of lust, as his mother was on her hands and knees picking something up that she dropped, Bart grabbed her hair and turned her around and kissed his mother.

"Bart…" Marge grasped in shock as her son grabbed her hair and pulled her towards him as he kissed her right on the lips.

This shocked Marge.

Was this something that she planned and hoped for? Yes. However, she thought that it would be some time before Bart built up the courage to do something like this. She would never have thought that her young son would do something like this so soon. She thought it would have taken at least a few weeks before anything would happen. However, although shocked, she was happy that this was happening, it now meant that she didn't have to play any games with her son to fuck her.

Either way, she couldn't think more about this as her son's tongue had forced itself into mouth. It took her a few moments before she kissed her son back and her tongue joined her son's. She couldn't believe how good her son was with no experience behind him. He was being so forceful in the kiss, trying to show he was in control.

"Bart, whilst I enjoyed that, you do that this is wrong? I'm your mother." Marge told her son, as she remembered kneeling in front of her son. Wanting to see how far her son was willing to go. Will he stop or would he continue?

"That didn't stop you from giving me a hand job last week, and it didn't stop you from doing what you did earlier." Bart reminded his mother, as he grabbed one of her breasts and began to squish the breast and twist her nipple.

"Oh Bart…" Marge moaned in pleasure, "I only did those things to help you after everything that you have done for me and Lisa. It's the least I could do to reward you. If, if you continue with, with this, we'll be crossing a line that we can, can never recover from." That last part was hard to get out as Bart was playing with her breast more roughly and she was enjoying it way too much. The image of her being a good mother was falling and showing her son who she truly was. A woman who has needs and who loves being manhandled and having rough sex. She tried to get Homer to manhandle her and give her rough sex, but he was too lazy to do anything with her. It was a miracle that they had the three children that they had. Sure they had sex, but more often than not, it wasn't all fun as Marge would have liked.

"Help you say? Do you think I'm that foolish?" Bart asked his mother, "Sure, I was shocked and embarrassed at what happened at first, sure I was also grateful, but I also know that no mother would do such a thing for their children. No matter what."

It was true. He knew it was wrong and no normal mother would do this. But as he told his mother, he was too shocked and embarrassed to say anything. As he walked toward the plane and thought about it, he came to realize one thing about his mother, the only true way to describe her… "You know what mother? The way you acted towards me could only be described as a slut." Bart told his mother as he continued to play with her breast, in fact, he began to play with her other breast.

Any other time, Bart would have never said something like this to his mother, or do what he was doing to her. But thanks to the Sin Mushrooms, his inhibitions were so low right now that he acted in ways he thought were normal and with nothing to hold him back.

"Bart! How could you call me that?" Marge asked her son in shock, not suspecting that he would say such a thing. Although, she was getting turned on with what he was doing to her.

"What else would you call a woman who does those sorts of things to her son, as you did?" Bart asked his mother, before he surprised her by pushing her onto her back. Then with a smirk he said, "If you're not a slut, then tell me to stop from about what I'm about to do."

Here, as his mother was laying on her back, Bart grabbed her breasts, and began to squeeze them roughly.

Marge moaned in pleasure as her son did this. She looked up, watching her son's face looking back at her. No, it wasn't at her exactly, but at her big fat tits. It seems they enchanted him. Bart pulled at her breasts roughly as far as he could to then let them fall again on her chest with a meaty *plap*. This made her moan again, which seemed to encourage him.

Bart stopped for a moment, his face getting closer to her breasts, looking directly at her nipples. Her reversed pink nipples. Marge watched her son to see what he would do next.

With a smirk, Bart started again, more roughly this time, and every time he reached her reversed peaks, he would pinch them with his fingers.

Marge moaned became louder with the new use of strength. He wanted to unveil her nipples, and she hoped that the task would take him a while. The roughness of his actions made her feel better and better every time he pulled hard at her breasts, and she couldn't stop loving that sensation. She was getting close, so close to her climax.

Finally, Bart was getting what he wanted. He squeezed hard starting from her skin, moving roughly up to the tips of her tits, pinching harder than before, unveiling at last her puffy erect nipples.

Marge trembled hard under him, as she screamed in pure pleasure, squirting so hard that a fountain of her own juices went through her panties. Her mind was a mush, her brain was short-circuited of pure delight.

She couldn't believe how violently hard she just came only from getting her nipples played with. It was obviously much more than that. It was the situation, the smell, the sounds, and, above all that, it was him. His sole presence, his smell and his hand roughly touching hers with pure, animalistic greed.

She couldn't deny anything; common sense be damned. She was falling hard in love with her son.

Meanwhile, Bart marvelled at what had just transpired. Smirking at how his mother was acting, a true slut. These little nubs appearing made his mother scream in what he could only describe as happiness. Seeing that, he took action again, grasping those puffy pink nipples and pulled harshly.

Still riding her climax, Marge wasn't prepared at all for what was coming at her. Feeling his fingers touching her nubby nipples, she realized how utterly sensitive her body was, and before she could process what her son was doing, she let out a scream of pain and pleasure, followed by another vulgar moan leaving her abused throat.

Bart was pulling her breasts by their sensitive nipples. Her soaked thighs were trembling and she was left a gape. He was literally using her as a toy, exploring her body as if it was a new, squishy gift made only for him.

Marge's tits were on fire, and her recently lethargic body and mind were rekindled instantly, building back up again another climax.

Bart gave a soft growl at what was before him. Enjoying how his mother was acting.

He suddenly grabbed her bikini bottoms with one hand and, with a strong pull, he pulled on it. His mother let out a short yelp of surprise. The thin fabric snapped with a whip noise, leaving a red mark on Marge's belly and hips.

Then, putting a hand on her ass to keep her from moving, Bart crouched, this time bringing his flattened face closer to her juicy snatch, and, with a noisy and long sniff, his body stiffened.

Nervousness caught up Marge's body, not even her head could move: her eyes were glued back at him. What was Bart going to do? He smelled his mother's vagina, and hasn't moved in what seemed like a minute. Her heart began to race again. She could feel it: the mood changed; the air felt heavier around them. Uneasiness and a taste of fear crawled up her back.

Abruptly, Bart stood up, squeezed her ass cheek hard, separating her thighs with his free hand and, after that, unexpectedly grabbed his mother by the hair, and pushed her against the plane, her breasts being pushed against the plane. She let out a squeal that was cut short when her face hit the cold steel of the plane. Her breasts got squished, getting flattened by his brute force. Her arousal renewed. She was loving this rough treatment by the second.

A heavy movement brought her back to her dirty fantasies, putting her on a real one. Her son kept his hand on her head.

"See mother," Bart whispered in his mother's ear as he removed his pants with his free hand, "you're nothing more than a slut. I did all this and you did nothing more than moan like the slut that you are. You can deny it as much as you like, but we both know the truth. You're nothing more than a slut."

Marge gasped as she felt a sticky slap of her son's cock on her back. It still wasn't fully erected, but she could feel his long length on her skin. Her son then dragged it back, leaving behind a trail of precum and sweat shining on her smooth skin. Her heart was beating harder than ever before. In seconds, his cock head was teasing her asshole and vagina, moving up and down, undecided on where to go. On which hole to destroy.

As much as she hated to admit it, but her son was right. The way she was acting, earlier and now, it was nothing more than how a real slut would act. She didn't know how her son knew this word or how to act this way, but yet, she was excited. She loved how he was treating her.

"Please, do it. Take me, make me your slut, son." Marge told her son under her breath.

She couldn't believe that she just said that. She never thought of herself as an easy woman. That she would allow her own son to fuck her. At least, not until now. Because right now, pushed down onto the ground, she wasn't scared nor angry. She felt joy. Like her whole body was expecting this exact moment: to be taken by force. She was delighted.

'Yeah, I may be a slut after all. His slut.' Marge thought with a smile, she couldn't wait to see what her son would do to her next.

To Be Continued!

Author's Note: Here ends another chapter of Simpsons Paradise, I really hope you enjoyed the chapter. Please let me know what you think of this so far.