Chapter Summary: In this chapter, we see Bart finishing what he started in the last chapter.

Chapter Ten…

(Gaining Control - Part 2.)

"Glad to see that you finally admit that Mother. We can begin the fun." Bart smirked at hearing this.

Without wasting more time, Bart pushed himself inside his mother's juicy, wet and very tight pussy. With a sudden move, Bart forced the tip of his cock into his mother.

'Who knew Bart could be so forceful?' Marge thought to herself as she felt her son pushed his way into her.

Although it was only the tip, and she already knew that it would leave her really sore when he was done with her.

Grasping her by the waist, Bart gave another push and a grunt, and a couple of inches more went along inside her. Marge instinctively shut her eyes. Hissed quietly between her closed teeth as she felt her womanhood being wholly reshaped in the form of his cock.

And Bart couldn't care less.

Bart grasped her hips harder than before.

Once again, he moved his hips back, right until his head was the last part of his cock inside her, and, with a loud, animalistic growl, pushed as hard as he could until his rugged pelvis met her ass, rippling those white thick pieces of meat.

Marge exploded, cumming harder than before, her squirt lasted longer than she thought was even possible. Her legs shook violently, and loud, more resounding cries of pure ecstasy were screamed.

Her upper body was squished even more. Regaining her breath, Marge could feel it in its entirety. He filled her to the absolute brim; his cock hammered her cervix and some more. It felt as if her stomach bulged obscenely, and, deep inside her brain, at the back of her aroused mind, she knew that her pussy wouldn't be the same anymore. That she couldn't live without her son's cock within her.

The climax lasted much longer than she expected; minutes passed before Marge returned to Earth. Shuddering and drooling, the feeling of her now fully erected cock fully inside her kept her in place. Slowly, she looked back at her son with a sultry gaze, smiling.

"You like that, don't you, mum, you like that your son is fucking your slutty pussy?" Bart asked, seeing the smile his mother was giving him.

"Yes, yes, son, I love this feeling." the slutty mother told her son, then moaning, she pleaded with him, "Please, Bart, keep going. Show me what you got."

Quickly, Bart began moving back and forth. To Marge, it felt as if her son's cock was punching her guts, its tip kissing her cervix with every powerful thrust. His churning balls slapped her swollen clit like it deserved a punishment, all of it making her scream high-pitched cries of delight. The pain fell into the background, replaced mainly by desire and pure arousal. Her ass rippled with his hips meeting her punished flesh. Slaps, squelching, grunts and cries of pleasure were expressed loudly for everyone near to hear if there were people on the island that was. Fortunately for Marge, this moment was hers and his. An intimacy that she never knew she needed.

"OH GOD!" Marge screamed out in pleasure, unable to believe that her G-spot was getting bullied this much by her young son. She was feeling her son's cock scraping her inner walls; it literally felt like a red-hot rod pulsating within her, sparkling fires of uncontrollable lust that reached all over her sweaty body.

She was enjoying herself, his cock and how he treated her body. The unrelenting brute force made her pussy clamp his dick every time it roughly punched her cervix. Lost in pleasure, Marge wasn't prepared for the next level of brutality. Letting her hips go, her son's hands abruptly closed around her neck, squeezing her throat a little before softening his grip and then squeezing enough for her to gasp for air.

Magre could only gasp; her hands instinctively reached for her neck to no avail, finding that her son's knees and legs were getting in the way. Air being obstructed from reaching her lungs. Her son was not only controlling the pace, but now he was deciding when she could breathe. The deprivation of oxygen and the deprivation of the act made her feel hornier. Having her entire body in his hands had something exciting to it that she couldn't ignore. A new kink was forming on her clouded head.

One of his hands let go of her neck to grab a bunch of her hair and brutally pulled at it, stretching her back uncomfortably. Another harsh thrust. Now, he was moving at a slow pace but with more strength behind his pushes.

Marge was unable to believe that her son had this much strength in him. It excited her. What Marge didn't know was that Bart found some new type of mushrooms on the island, a mushroom that made Bart stronger. At first, Bart wanted to make sure that the mushrooms were edible, but he soon found out that the mushrooms made him physically stronger. Sure, he could have given them to his family, but seeing how his sister acted towards the red mushrooms and wanted to protect his family instead of his mother, he kept the mushrooms to himself. It wasn't until now that Bart found how strong he had become.

Bart started to move faster again, with more erratic movements, screwing her like a fucking bitch in heat. And she wasn't getting enough of it. She started to scream, cry and moan in absolute bliss as her now lover was taking her without any mercy, and she was loving it.

"You're loving this aren't you slut?" Bart asked his mother again as he heard the moans she was making, "You're really loving that your son is fucking you so rough. Tell me, tell me what you think, what you want."

"Yes, Bart, I love that you're fucking me this roughly. I want more, so much more." Marge moaned as her son fucked her more and more. "I want you to show me what a real man fucks. Use me as your pet, your toy or just like a slut that I am."

"I really can do anything?" Bart asked his mother, seeing how fair she had gone.

"Yes, I'm now yours, use me as you like, even impregnate me too." Marge said lustfully, unable to think clearly. Then a dark thought came to her, something that she had been thinking about recently, "If you want, you can even fuck and impregnate your sister if you want, to make her into your pet or sex toy, to be used as you want. I will even help you to train her."

At hearing this, Bart began to get harder, and he fucked his mother even harder, loving this idea. He, too, had been thinking about this too.

"Ooooh, yes, just like that." Marge moaned as her son fucked her harder, "It, it seems as if someone loves this idea, don't you?"

"Yes, yes, I do, Mum. I want to make her into my pet." Bart moaned at this, loving the idea of making his sister into his pet.

"Then show me what you can do, and I'll help you." Marge told her son, forgetting the norms and what was right or wrong. All she cared about was having more of this incredible sex from her son. She would do anything to get this, even turning her daughter into a pet for her son.

This was all Bart needed to hear.

His movements became faster and faster, gurgling and slapping becoming louder and her juices leaking nonstop. Her oesophagus and cervix are not getting a second of rest. The bliss was overwhelming her. The brutal pace of his movements kept her common sense away from her. His hand squeezed her throat even more. She was about to explode. He was about to explode inside her. What would happen to her if that occurred? Would she get pregnant? What if she became pregnant with a girl?

The thought of becoming pregnant with her son's child and giving him a brand new sister/daughter, whom they could train as Bart wanted, turned her on even more. In fact, she came to the thought. Juices exploded and squirted, soaking his cock, his balls, and her thighs once more. She clamped hard on his shaft, trapping it while he was balls deep in her. That was the final push he needed.

Bart grabbed her neck again with both hands. His swelled-up cock throbbed violently inside her pussy, shooting a big potent spunk right into her awaiting womb. Like a pressure washer, burst after burst of thick jizz exploded within her. Filling her womb to the fucking brim, not leaving anything untouched by his white abundant sperm. His cock was still throbbing, pulsating, extending his mother's climax much more than a sane person should expect.

Marge's stomach started to swell, growing by the second. With every new spurt deposited inside, her belly looked more and more like a pregnant woman's. His cock was like a cork, nothing escaped, no matter how much semen was within her strained hole. After minutes of load after load, her Intruder finally finished filling her womb. Her bloated stomach made her look like a four-month pregnant soon-to-be-mother.

Her eyes were rolled back inside her head. She had shortness of breath, her arms fell from her neck down, flaccid by her sides, her roughed-up body shaking like jelly. Her squirting kept on going, and when it finally stopped, her transparent pee replaced it - a small fountain formed under her limp body.

Unceremoniously, her son let go of her neck and dropped her sweaty body face-first onto the ground. Then, with a strong, hard pull, he freed his cock off her messed up pussy, spurting a little more of his semen on her ass. Thanks to the pressure built inside her stomach, a river of white, sticky, thick sperm rapidly flowed out of her snatch like an unclogged dam. When finally, her stomach emptied itself, Marge could only moan lowly, losing consciousness by the second.

With a last effort, before entering the realm of her post-climax bliss and unconsciousness, Marge looked back at her son and was barely able to whisper four words before she lost consciousness, "I love you… Master."

Marge's mind was totally and utterly broken. After being completely and totally fucked, she couldn't think of her son as her son anymore; he was much more than that now. He was now her world, the reason for living; his word to her was law, whatever he wanted; as long as it was within her power, she would give it to her son. Her mind, her body and her soul now belonged to him from now on. She was nothing more than his toy, his doll, to be used by him however he wanted.

When she awoke, she couldn't wait to see what her son would do to her next. She wanted to see how he would use his sister, break her, and make her his, as he had done with his own mother - this excited Marge.

As for Bart, he couldn't believe that his mother was like this, that she allowed him to fuck her, not only that she enjoyed it so much that she acted like a slut and allowed him to do whatever he wanted to her. Honestly, now that he thought about it, he did overdo it by choking her and being rough, but she loved it even more, and she was encouraging him to do it more and be rougher with her. She even wanted him to do the same to his sister. It was a side of his mother that he never knew she had. And he loved it.

He didn't know what had gotten into them to allow this to happen in the first place, but now that it was over, he was happy that it happened. He loved his control over her, that she allowed him to do what he wanted to her. That she would allow him to fuck Lisa too. It was surreal. The thing that he loved the most was his mother calling him Master at the end of it. If he had the strength, he would have loved to fuck her again and again, having her call him Master as he fucked her, to show how much control he really had over her.

For now, he was too tired to do anything. So, he was going to have some rest before gaining some stuff here and returning to their camp to make it more homely.

To Be Continued!

Author's Note: Here ends another chapter of Simpsons Paradise. I really hope you enjoyed it. Please let me know what you think of this so far. I would like to apologise for the late update. The problem is that my muse for this story and many others has left me. So, I'm writing whatever my muse has in mind at the time. I don't know when the next update will be, but, I can tell you that I'm near the end of this story, at least two chapters before the end.