Chapter Summary: In this chapter, we see the walls that Marge built over the last week to keep her from jumping her son, break and she finally decides to show her son what she wants from him.

Chapter Seven…

(Bouvier Fall.)

Beta: Old man of the mountain/Darklord331

When Bart got back to the self made camp that he and his mother made, his mother was waiting for him, worried. As he came into view, his mother ran towards him and asked, "Bart, where were you? I went to the beach to check on you and bring some food, but you weren't there."

"Sorry, mum, but I was exploring the island a bit, where I found this seat for Lisa." Bart explained to his mother.

"But what if a boat or plane passed by and you weren't at the beach to set the signal fire on fire?" asked Marge, "We could be stuck here forever."

"But mum, it has been a week since we got here and we haven't seen a plane or even a boat in the distance." Bart told his mother, "What if they aren't searching in this area for us? If they were going to search for us in this area, wouldn't we have seen someone by now? A plane or a boat? What if we're never found? What then? We've got to start thinking about what we'll do if we don't get found. Searching this island is just a good start. We don't know if we're alone or not, or how big… we'll need to figure such things out at some point. I just thought doing so now would be as good of a time as any to do so."

Marge didn't know what to say about this. She was lost in her own thoughts when Lisa asked her brother, "Where did you find that chair from Bart?"

"I found it in a plane that seemed to crash years ago." Bart informed his sister, "Sadly, the people seemed to have died in the crash, and the radio was either ruined due to the crash or because over time, the wildlife and plant life got into the cockpit and destroyed it."

"So, there's no way to contact the outside world?" asked Lisa.

"Sadly, no." Bart admitted with a sigh, as he too was hoping that when he found the plane, they could contact the outside world and get help to get off this island. "But, I did find a few of these chairs and some tools that'll be useful to us if we are forced to stay on this island. I'm going to have a wash at the river, and then I'm going to go back to the plane to get the remaining chairs for me and mum, before night falls."

"Take care, Bart…" Lisa told her brother, as he left to go to the river before his mother could say another word,

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As Bart left to have a wash, Marge stood there thinking about Bart's words to her: But mum, it has been a week since we got here and we haven't seen a plane or even a boat in the distance. What if we're never found? What then? We've got to start thinking about what we'll do if we don't get found.

It was true, what were they going to do if they weren't found? What if they were stuck on this island forever and never be found? Could they really survive on this island on their own? Sure, her son seemed to have knowledge as to what they should do, but the problem is that what about the unseen outcomes? What if something happens that Bart can't help them with? A problem that could lead to their death. Marge was worried.

That's not the only problem Marge had. For the last week, ever since she helped her son by giving him a handjob, she had been having non motherly thoughts towards her son. Ones where she jumps him and have her way with him, or allowing him to have his way with her. Not only her, but with Lisa too. Allowing him to use them as he wants as he fucks them. The only thing that had been stopping her from doing anything, was the thought that a ship or a plane would find them and they would be saved and things would finally go back to normal. That was the only thing that was keeping her sane, and as long no one talked about it, she could fight these thoughts off.

But now that Bart had finally pointed out that they might never be found and needed to figure out what to do now, the dam had broken, and the thoughts that she tried to fight were flowing through her head. All the naughty things she wanted to do to her son, the things she wanted Bart to do to her and Lisa—these were thoughts that no real mother should ever have.

'Stop over thinking this.' said a dark and lustful thought of Marge's, 'You want this badly and he's the only male around that can give you the sexual release you desire. Why fight this?'

'Because he's my son!' Marge argued back at her dark thought,

'So? That hasn't stopped you from imagining doing so many sexual things with him and your daughter.' the dark thought reminded Marge, as it showed Marge the images that she thought/dreamt of over the last week. Ones where she had been giving her son blowjobs, where she allowed Bart to fuck her however he wanted, fast, hard, and in any position. To use both her and his sister as he liked, whenever he liked. As long as her son was happy, she didn't care how he fucked her, just as long as he did.

Upon remembering these images, she got hot and bothered again. Wanting nothing more to have her son there and then. To have him take her as he wanted. She knew that this was wrong, but over the last week her sexual needs had gotten stronger by the day for some reason, it was taking everything that she had to fight these needs.

However, upon hearing her son telling her what he did and seeing images of what she wanted him to do to her, the walls she had been building up were broken within seconds. The main thing that he said before got to her: If they were going to search for them in this area, wouldn't they have seen someone by now? So the question becomes, what was really stopping her from showing her son what she wanted from him?

Nothing!

There was nothing at all stopping her now.

With that in mind, she decided to take action and see where things go.

'Finally!' the dark lustful thought said as it sensed Marge's walls finally broken and ready to do what she wanted to do all this time. Fuck her son. 'Go! Go and fuck your son and show him what you want from him.'

'I'm going!' Marge thought back. There was nothing to stop her now. No reason to hold back her lustful needs. She was going to reward her son for everything that he has done so far.

"Lisa, are you going to be okay on your own for a bit?" Marge asked her daughter, hiding the fact that she was wet between her legs at her plan for Bart.

"I will be mum, but where are you going?" asked Lisa.

"I'm going to wash up with your brother and help him with being back the items from the plane that he found." Marge explained to her daughter.

"Okay mum." Lisa had no reason to suspect anything, at her age, why would she? Sure at home it might be strange, seeing how they are getting older. But here on the island. Who knows what risks are out there. Sure, Bart seems to know what he is doing, something that surprised Lisa seeing how he normally acts, but it doesn't mean he could handle everything. So from what she knew of what a good parent meant to act like, it wasn't surprising that her mother wanted to keep an eye on her children and help them.

"See you soon." said Marge as she went into the cave to get a few towels that Bart found on the beach. However, she hid a tight bikini that she was going to wear for Bart, but didn't want Lisa to see, so that she wouldn't suspect anything.

Once she was far enough from the cave, she put the bikini on. The bikini was way too small for her to wear normally, as it barely hid anything, but that was the point. She wanted her son to see her nipple point out of the bikini bra, and part of her pussy from the sting tight bikini bottoms. She wanted to see if she could make her son aroused without his father's pills helping him.

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As Marge got to the riverbank where they normally washed up, she saw that Bart was totally naked and he was breaking down two long yucca leaves to be used as soap. Marge still couldn't believe that whilst his dick was flaccid, Bart's cock was much bigger than his own fathers. That massive member almost hypnotised her, the heavy, big balls hanging beneath it, swinging in unison with the shaft itself, as her son worked on the yucca.

She couldn't believe that she was ogling her son's cock like she was, it was not appropriate behaviour for a mother.

Her cheeks reddened furiously, and she moved her gaze away from his crotch, looking a bit to the side of him, at one of the rocks on the riverbank.

"Bart, turn around. I don't want you to see me like this." Marge lied as she dipped her toes into the water, she wanted nothing more but for her son to see her in this outfit. But at the same time, she wanted to put on a show, to show Bart that she was trying to be a decent mother when her plans were different.

She found herself gulping. The water, even though it was a riverbank, even though it was slightly forced into motion by the recent body that had entered, was clear, and she could see his massive phallus between his legs. It was so alluring, in a most base and uncouth sense, and it seemed like just what she wanted, in a strange sense.

As she knew he would act, he looked at his mother instead of turning around and became gobsmacked at what she was wearing. Seeing her nipples becoming hard. This was what she wanted. As her son stared at his mother, he pretended to be okay by saying it was okay, but she knew it wasn't because his cock getting hard in front of her.

Marge smiled as she got ready to make her move on her son.

To Be Continued!

Author's Note: Here ends another chapter of Simpsons Paradise, I really hope you enjoyed the chapter. I had plans for Marge fucking her son in this chapter, but things didn't go as planned. But as you can see, that'll be going to happen at the very beginning of the next chapter. I hope that you'll leave some feedback, as I would like to hear what you think of this story.