Chapter 19: Skewered Meat

Maude Flanders had a conundrum. Apparently her two boys had witnessed an indecent act taking place in an adjacent car on their way to school the other day. According to Rod and Todd it had been their neighbor's children, Bart and Lisa, who were engaged in lewd acts in the backseat. Maude found it hard to believe. She had her problems with the eccentric and rowdy Simpsons family, but she doubted even they would stoop to such degeneracy at home, let alone in public. It was probably just a pair of strangers that Rod and Todd had mistaken for their neighbors.

Nonetheless, having been exposed to a sexual act for the first time had scarred and confused her poor boys. Now they were discussing how tingly they felt down there whenever they recalled the girl's bare backside as she was bent over stimulating the boy's crotch. Maude made it clear that such feelings were sinful, but it didn't seem to repel her boys from exploring that tingly new sensation. When she caught the twins in their room rubbing each other's privates she knew she had to do something to set them back on the righteous path.

Maude considered buying the boys some erotic magazines with sexy women in lingerie to steer their interests in the right direction. But she decided against that. Her husband would never allow such filthy publications in their house. And giving such material to Rod and Todd would only encourage the boys to follow their carnal desires more. All they needed was a quick one-time outlet to deal with the pent up sexual tension. If they just got it out of their system once, surely they would stop having perverted thoughts and feelings.

As a devout mother she had to think of something that would steer the boys toward a heterosexual attraction without feeding into a sinful habit of objectifying women. But where could she find a sexual outlet that also guided her boys to be upstanding gentlemen?

The more she thought about it, the more the answer became obvious: she had to offer herself to them. What safer environment to help them explore their budding sexuality than at home with a person they trusted?

"What am I thinking?" she thought aloud after coming to that conclusion. "Ever since that deviant ejaculated on my dress in the library I've been having increasingly unhinged trains of though."

She looked at a portrait of her family on the mantlepiece.

"No," she said. "I must do this for my family. It's just a one-time thing to set my children on the right path. It's my duty as a mother."

With a renewed determination she got up from the sofa and marched up to Rod and Todd's room. The two rascals jumped as the door flew open. Evidently they had once again been discussing something they shouldn't have.

"Ah, we were just discussing some Bible stories, mom," Rod fibbed.

Maude didn't reply. She simply undid the buttons of her blouse, causing her breasts to descend slightly from its firm grip. She pulled her shirt over her head and began to undo her bra. The two boys covered their eyes in horror, not sure what to make of the situation.

"It's okay, you can look," Maude said calmingly. "I'm your mother. This is just a little intervention."

With some hesitation Rod and Todd put down their hands and took in the sight of their topless mother. The redheaded woman's perfectly round breasts looked so much bigger outside the constricting top. Her yellow tits glistened with a thin layer of nervous sweat and they rose hypnotically up and down to the pace of her uneven breathing. The dark nipples pointed in opposite directions due to the way the weight of her boobs was distributed.

"I understand you two have felt very confused in the past few days. That's okay. Mommy will help you make sense of those feelings.

Meanwhile in the Simpsons household…

"I see, mom's a cow now," Bart smirked after hearing Lisa's explanation on what had taken place while he was gone. He collapsed on the sofa to stretch his legs after a hard day's work and looked at the white puddle on the floor. "I can see the resemblance."

"Moo!" Marge bellowed while more milk burst out of her hanging tits thanks to Lisa's massage.

"Geez, it's like squeezing a wet sponge," Lisa giggled. "Bart, you wanna help me milk this dumb cow?"

"I'd rather have you two sluts milk me," Bart answered, leaning back cockily. "I just skateboarded in Summer heat all the way from Professort Frink's house. My balls are drenched in sweat, so hurry up and clean them up for me."

"Yes, master," Lisa smiled and crawled seductively up to her brother. She removed his shorts and took both of his balls into her wide open mouth like a hungry chipmunk.

"Moo! Moo!" Marge protested jealously.

"Hey, don't be greedy, you little piggy," Bart said to his little sister. "Sharing is caring. There are enough balls for both of you."

Lisa obediently released her brother's testicles from her oral assault and invited her horny mother to join in on the fun. Soon both girls were sucking Bart's balls, one testicle in each one's mouth as they rested their chins against his inner thighs. Every now and then they let the testicles pop out their mouths to lick the underside of his sack.

"Piggy, huh?" Lisa said after a while. "I like it. I really am kind of a shameless, greedy pig, aren't I?"

"You're damn right, you piggy whore!" Bart said, shifting slightly to let his erect cock slap the side of the girl's face. "My mom's a dumb cow and my little sister is a slutty pig. We sure are a strange, fucked up family, huh? What does it make me then?"

Marge let her son's left testicle pop out of her mouth to answer.

"Moo, you're our precious breeding stud, of course."

"Ah, of course. Not a bad answer for a dumb cow."

"Moo! Thank you, master. Please cum on my face as a reward. This dumb cow needs her milk."

"Oh, you two bitches want a bukkake? Well then, beg for it like the animal whores you are! Let me hear you moo and oink for my cum."

"Moo! Cum for mommy, Bart. Moo! Moo!" Marge begged, sticking out her tongue and cupping her hands under her chin pre-emptively to catch every spill of semen that came her way.

Lisa pressed the tip of her nose upward to make it look like a snout. She crossed her eyes and smiled mindlessly.

"Oink, oink! I'm just a stupid pig. Let me bathe in your filth, master! Paint my retarded face with your smelly spunk. Oink! Oink!"

Bart stroked himself furiously to the sight of his mother and sister being reduced to their most degraded mental and moral state. The two had been brainwashed and fucked to submission so thoroughly over the past few weeks that any semblance of their former pride and dignity was gone. They had been conditioned to live for his cock and nothing else. He could call them any filthy name and they would happily agree.

"Ahh, you dumb, worthless cumsluts. You were so difficult a month ago, but you're so happy to be my incestuous fuckpets now. Bet you didn't think that one day you'd be begging for me to bust a fat nut all over you whores."

"Moo! We're sorry for not letting use us as your cumdumpsters before. As punishment, please fuck us hard every day."

"Oink! Oink! We're just worthless animals, but we'll do our best to please you, master. So please, show this little piggy and that horny cow their place! Shower us with your semen and mark us as your lifestock."

Marge and Lisa gave each other a wordless signal and began to service Bart's balls with a vacuum-suction technique. The way Bart's testicles were being intensely sucked into two different directions at the same time pushed him over the edge.

"AHH YEAHH! I'M CUMMING! DROWN IN MY JIZZ, YOU FILTHY SLUTS!"

"Aah! Moo! Moo! Moo!"

"Oink! Oink! Oink!"

The two sluts gave a chorus of happy animal noises while Bart shot thick ropes of rich semen on their cheeks, foreheads, hair and chins. After the ejaculation, Bart rubbed his exhausted cock between Marge's and Lisa's cheeks, smearing them more with the leftover semen stuck at the tip of his dick.

"Thank you, master," Marge said with a dreamy expression. She scooped up some of the semen from her forehead and licked it off her fingers. "Thank you for teaching us our purpose in life. When I married Homer, I didn't exactly feel like I hit the jackpot. I'm so happy that I gave birth to you, though. You showed me what I was meant to be; my son's fucktoy. I…"

Marge was interrupted as Lisa, who had scooped and drunk all of the cum from her own face, started licking her mother's cheeks for more of her favorite sustenance. She was really living up to her title as the family's greedy little piglet.

Suddenly there was a sound of a baby crying. Maggy had woken up in her crib upstairs.

"Aww, just as we were getting started," Lisa grumbled.

"Don't worry, girls," Bart said. "Professor Frink gave me some new pills and one of them is a solution to our baby problem."

"Really? You mean like sleeping pills that work instantly?" Lisa asked.

"Even better. They're aging pills. We can turn Maggie into a teenager. No more crying baby. No more mom having to change the diapers. She'll be one of us. And I do mean that in the way you're thinking."

"Wait, Bart! Seriously? We're both still in elementary school. And now you're going to turn our little sister into a high schooler? That's crazy. Why can't you turn me older? I wanna be like mom!"

"You're fine the way you are now," Bart said. "I already have you for my little girl needs and mom for my MILF needs. It'll be nice to have something in between."

Marge came down the stairs carrying Maggie. The baby was drinking from one of her mother's lactating breasts. Marge came to the living room where Bart and Lisa were.

"What were you kids talking about?"

Bart approached and detached Maggie's mouth from her mother's nipple. He slid the aging pill into the baby's mouth before Maggie stubbornly started sucking Marge's boob again. A few seconds passed.

"Bart, are you sure…"

The girl's skepticism was interrupted as something happened. Maggie's body doubled in size, causing her onesie to rip and almost making Marge drop her. Then Maggie grew again until Marge could no longer hold her. The girl's proportions changed, giving her noticeable hips and medium sized breasts.

"Haba haba! She looks pretty good," Bart said, admiring the naked girl on the floor who looked just as surprised as her mother and sister. She really looked like an older version of Lisa.

"Wha- what happened?" Maggie wondered, looking around the room. "Why am I bigger than Lisa? Why can I talk? Why are we all naked?"

"Welcome to Bart's family harem, baby," Bart said. "Mom and Lisa can teach you the basics. Don't worry, I can tell from your banging body that you're cut out for this sort of thing."

"What? Harem? Eww, what's wrong with you? That's not funny!"

Maggie got up indignantly, trying to cover her boobs with one hand and her hairy pussy with the other one.

"Rule number one, you've gotta shave down there," Bart said. "I like my bitches smooth."

"What the fuck?" Maggie said, looking at her sister and mother for help. "Mom, Lisa, why are you letting this creep talk to me like that? Why aren't you saying anything?"

"Because we're his sluts," Lisa answered directly, causing Maggie's eyes to open even wider.

"Lisa's right, dear," Marge explained in a calm manner. "In this family it's the women's job to offer themselves to Bart. He is our master and we must obey him."

"You… you're all crazy!" Maggie screamed. She stormed out of the living room and nearly burst out of the front door before she realized that she was buck naked. She marched upstairs into Lisa's room to grab some clothes. All she found were orange skirts that were too small, but she didn't care. She put on the tiny skirt and a pair of white panties. The skirt was too short to even cover her ass completely, plus it was very tight around the chest, but it was better than nothing.

Maggie marched back downstairs where her immoral siblings and mom were trying to beg her to stay. As if she would ever want to live such a sick, depraved, subservient life. She put on a pair of shoes that probably belonged to Marge and stormed out of the house without even bothering to close the door behind her.

"Well, that didn't go well," Bart said.

"She'll come back. She's got nowhere else to go," Lisa said optimistically. "I remember when I used to be like her too. I though incest was wrong and that giving in to lust would ruin my life. Oh, how wrong I was. She'll learn the same lesson sooner or later. We're a pretty strange family, after all."

"What if she tells someone about us, though?" Bart asked.

"Who's gonna believe her? Nobody would even believe that she's Maggie Simpson, let alone that she took an aging pill and learned that her mother and sister are her brother's sex slaves."

"I guess it does sound pretty far-fetched when you lay it all out," Bart smiled.

"Moo." Marge poked Bart's leg with her nose. "Don't worry, stud. Even if she doesn't want to join your harem, we can just make a new little sister. Just shoot your load into mommy's pussy and get her pregnant. I'll give birth to as many new sister-whores as you need. Moo."

Bart stroked her cheek.

"Heh, as if I needed an excuse to impregnate my personal whore. I'm gonna pump you so full of semen that you'll give me a whole bunch of incest daughters to choose from. Now take this pill."

The blue-haired woman obediently swallowed the unknown drug without asking questions.

"What's that? Are you going to age her down?" Lisa asked.

"Nope. Just shrink her."

"Shrink? Why?"

"Oh! Moo!" Marge yelped in surprise as her body started to grow smaller and smaller every second while her body proportions remained the same.

"Why?" Bart repeated. "To use her as a literal cocksleeve, of course."

Marge was now the size of a Malibu Stacy doll and Bart picked her up by the torso.

"She's so tiny. Will she be fine?" Lisa asked.

"Don't worry. The pill also changes her biology and rearranges her organs to make it possible to completely penetrate her. This should be fun."

"Moo," the shrunken woman smiled seductively. "I'm ready for you, big boy. Use your little mommy like a pocket pussy. I want to feel your thick cock sliding through my whole body."

"Here we go."

The boy lined up his crotch with his shrunken fuckdoll's entrance.

"OOoooooooHH!" the woman screamed, her belly bulging and her eyes rolling up.

"You're already losing it? That wasn't even all of my tip yet," Bart bragged and continued to slide himself deeper.

"UUUUUUUuuuuuuuuuuuuuhHHH!"

"Bart, you're gonna break her," Lisa said with some concern, although she couldn't help playing with her slit while watching the unnatural scene unfolding before her eyes. Soon Bart's rod was inserted all the way, bulging Marge's body all the way from the crotch to her throat. She looked like a piece of skewered barbeque meat.

"Look, mom. No hands!" Bart said playfully, taking his hands off her and holding her afloat with nothing but his erect dick.

"Gggggggggghhhgggghgggkggk."

The human-turned-sextoy could only make strange noises as most of her airway was blocked by the massive member.

"You've stuffed every inch of her! Is she really fine? Can she even breathe?" Lisa asked.

"Of course she can! You're enjoying this, right mom?"

"Aghhkhkhkhh."

The bitch couldn't say anything coherent in response, so she reached back with her hands and spread her ass cheeks. Her butthole was winking wildly.

"I'll take that as a yes," Bart said. He grabbed Marge by the waist again and started to slide her up and down on his cock at a fast pace. The erotic sight of his mom continuing to spread her ass while he used her caused him to get even more hard. Bart's dick elongated and started poking out of Marge's open mouth with every forward thrust.

"Wow, you're going all the way through her," Lisa looked curiously. "This is crazy. How come you never use me like that?"

"You'll get your turn, piggy," Bart said while continuing to drill his mother without mercy. "In fact, since my dick is going all the way through this bitch, I can't finish inside her. So I'm gonna shoot my load through her and on your body, so get in position."

"A second bukkake in one session? This is my lucky day!"

Lisa moved in front of Bart, pondering how she could tease him to maximize the size of his load.

"Gak-gak-gak-gak!"

Marge kept making involuntary noises every time the tip if Bart's dick poked through her mouth. Meanwhile Bart rhythmically uttered obscenities with every pelvic thrust.

"Yeah! Take! This! You! Fucking! Dirty! Whore! Cunt! Bitch! Worthless! Slut!"

Lisa had noticed that Bart seemed to get more aggressive whenever he saw their mother's spread ass. It was like a trigger that brought out his animalistic, masculine and dominative side. So if she wanted to get the biggest possible load out of him and totally drain his balls, she'd have to show him what he liked to see the most. Upon reaching that conclusion the girl got on all fours and bent her spine to make her butt stick out as much as possible.

"Yeah, bro," she encouraged. "Fuck that dumb whore like the piece of meat she is. Cum all the way through her and spray your jizz on your sister's big ass!"

"Ahh, you whore! Whore! WHORE!" Bart yelled, shaking his fucktoy on his rod like she was maraca. Lisa could tell from the way he was repeating his favorite insult that he was about to burst. Just one more shove was needed to do the trick. She wiggled her ass side to side like a windscreen wiper.

"That's right, mom and me are your dumb whores. So fuck your cow mommy's brains out. And cum. For. Your. Little. Piggy's. Big. Fucking. Ass."

"OH, YEAH! TAKE IT, BITCH!"

Bart pulled Marge's torso all the way down to the base of his cock as semen started pulsating violently from his balls. The tip of the boy's member rushed through the back of his mother's mouth and shot quick bursts of transparent semen on his little sister's buttocks where some of it trickled down her ass crack and past her pussy.

"Oink, oink, oink!" Lisa said happily, moving her ass to catch every cumshot as they were wildly continuing to shoot out. When the sloppy fireworks show was over, she pressed her bukkake'd ass against Bart's crotch, trying to squeeze the last few drops out.

"Thank you, master. You sure covered this little piggy's booty with your thick stuff. I'm sure mom would be thanking you too right now if she was in any position to speak."

After catching his breath for a few seconds, Bart finally removed Marge's skewered body from his dick and put the small woman on the carpet like a piece of used napkin.

"Phew, thanks for letting me use you as I please, mom. That was incredible."

"Haah… my son's cock… Bart… my stud…" the woman was panting absentmindedly. It seemed like her mind had not yet quite caught up to the current moment.

"You know," Bart continued. "It may not seem like it because of how rough I am with you girls during sex, but I really appreciate you for sticking with me through this crazy ride."

"What's this, getting all emotional after calling us stupid whores for the past fifteen minutes?" Lisa teased, still bent over with her brother's jizz covering her ass.

"Shut up," Bart said with a smile. "Who taught you to talk back to me? You're supposed to be obedient."

Lisa stuck out her tongue and pushed her nose into a snout.

"I'm a bad piggy, oink."

Bart's dick twitched at her teasing, but he wasn't quite ready for a third round. The trio took a break during which Marge grew back to normal size, because the shrinking pill's effects only lasted for ten minutes. They went to the kitchen to eat some dinner without putting on their clothes. After all, they were ready to go back to having mindless sex just as soon as they were done eating.

"Phew, but I have to say," Marge said at the dinner table, having finally come back to her senses from the euphoric high. "That was the most intense fuck I've ever experienced. I had absolutely no control. You just used me and used me like a masturbatory toy. You've called me a cumdumpster before, but this was the first time I actually felt like one. In that moment I wasn't a mother or a sex partner anymore. I wasn't even a whore. I was just a disembodied pussy for you to abuse with your cock. I've never felt so objectified. So dehumanized. It was so degrading. It was so immoral even by our twisted standards. And yet… it was the best orgasm of my life. You sure are full of surprises, young man."

"I aim to please," Bart said proudly. "If I'm gonna use you two as my sex slaves for the rest of my life, might as well spice it up with new tricks and keep things interesting."

Suddenly they heard the door open.

"Is Maggie back?" Lisa wondered.

"Doubt it."

"Then it can only be…"

"Oh no, I forgot!"

"Marge, kids! I'm back!"

It was Homer's voice. Marge immediately stood up, grabbed her children by the wrists and started leading them through the hallway, circumventing Homer's line of sight. The naked housewife who still had drips of semen on her upper body, waited for Homer to move to the kitchen before leading Bart and Lisa behind his back. They went up the stairs and into the shower room and locked the door.

"Marge? Kids?" Homer called again. The three could hear his clumsy footsteps downstairs.

"What do we do?" Lisa asked. "The car is in front of the house, so he knows we're home."

"I'll think of something," Marge whispered.

Homer kept searching the house, seeing the mess all over the floors. Puddles of dried semen and breast milk were so abundant that even a clueless idiot like him noticed them.

After having exhausted his search of the downstairs area, Homer moved upstairs and tried to bathroom door. Klik. It was locked.

"Marge, you there?"

Bart noticed from Homer's voice that he was no longer under hypnosis. So they couldn't just come out and reveal what they had been doing.

"Oh, sorry, Homer," the raspy voice replied with a hint of nervousness. "I didn't hear you come back. I'm just powdering my nose. I'll be out soon, so go ahead and grab a Duff beer while you wait."

"Marge, this seems odd," Homer said suspiciously. "The house is a mess. I've never seen it like this. Did something happen? Where are the kids?"

"The kids are fine. Trust me, Homer. There's nothing weird going on. I've just been sick and haven't been able to clean for a few days. I'll get right to it once I'm feeling better."

Homer fell silent for a few moments. He looked at the locked door with a conflicted expression.

"Marge, I'm your husband," he said finally. "I've known you for a long time and I can tell that something's bothering you. I'm coming in, okay?"

"No, Homie. Please don't come in. A lady needs her privacy."

"What privacy? I've seen you nude plenty of times. Come on, open up."

Homer began to bang on the door. Lisa, Marge and Bart looked at each other with worried expressions. Marge peeked into the laundry basket and pulled out a pair of panties. He pulled them over Bart's face.

"Mom, what are you doing? The boy asked.

"We need to mask you. That stubborn oaf is gonna break in and catch us all naked. It's better if we make it look like you're just some random deviant who broke in and assaulted us."

"Uhh, you sure this is smart?"

"I'm just a dumb cow, remember?" the woman replied with some frustration. "You got any better ideas? We just need to distract him and make him think you had nothing to do with this. Now penetrate me with your cock!"

"What?"

"Do it!"

The door swung open and banged against the tilled wall. Inside the bathroom were Marge and Lisa naked on the floor while a mysterious man wearing panties over his face was humping Marge from behind.

"Oh no, I'm being raped by a total stranger. This is so humiliating and traumatic," Marge gave a hammy performance. But to the balding and slow-witted father of the Simpsons household it was convincing enough.

"What? My wife and my daughter… You bastard! I'll kill you!"

"Don't come in, Homer! He's got a gun!" Marge cried, but her husband was too enraged to listen to reason and rushed toward the trio with his arms raised, ready to strangle the stranger who was defiling his family.

Just then Homer got tackled to the ground from behind. They were Fat Tony's thugs who Bart had hired as his personal bodyguards. The impact of the fall caused Homer to lose consciousness.

"Looks like you've been enjoying your own product, boss," said one of the thugs while looking at the naked girls. "Can't say I blame ya. If I shared a house with broads that hot, I'd bang 'em too. Anyhoo, what should we do with this fat bozo? Make him sleep with the fishes?"

"No, no," Bart said. "He's my old man. Just throw him in a bush and soak his clothes with beer. Make the dummy believe that it was all a drunken nightmare. He'll come back home tomorrow none the wiser."

"Roger that," the thug said. He and his associates started dragging Homer away.

"Now where we?" Bart asked.

"You were in the process of assaulting us helpless and innocent young maidens," Marge said with half-closed eyes. Bart was very familiar with that look. She was in the mood for some anal action.

"Oh, you're gonna get it now, you fucking whore."

"Give it to me, stud."

Bart pushed Marge's face against the cold bathroom floor and mounted his bitch while Lisa jealously crossed her arms. It looked like she once again had to wait for her turn.

It was time for round three.