The bubbling pot was starting to smell strange. Marge Simpson shoved her nose into the large black kettle and then turned back to the ancient tome. Stirring at the green brew that bubbled merrily on the gas stove. She leafed through the skin thin pages. Trying to find the recipe. She kept on losing her place. The blue haired matriarch of the Simpsons clan let out her typical hum of irritation.
"This old book had better have the right recipe." She grumbled to herself. She had found it shoved underneath the eaves in the attic. She had been dusting up there and dragging out the Halloween decorations. She had sworn when she pulled it out that it had spoke to her. It had to be her imagination though, after all it just looked like a spooky book. What with the leather cover made seemingly out of human hide, the stretched face across the front, and the countless nipples covering the back.
She was initially going to throw it out. But after going through it she realized that the book must have been a cook book from her side of the family. How it wound up in the attic she had no idea. But it had her great great great great grandmothers name written in golden cursive in the front cover.
Family legend was that the woman had been a witch. But that was just pagan superstitious nonsense. As a good church going woman (Although she could never quite put her finger on the actual name of the denomination) she knew that witches were like ghosts or climate change. A silly little story to tell to frighten children.
Marge pressed her finger to the page, trying to keep the fluttering paper in place. She had no idea where the breeze was coming in. The house was air tight. It did have a bad habit of just creating random rooms at times. But she tried not to worry about that stuff.
"Two sticks butter. Done and done. Three dried newts tails. Good thing I picked those up for Homer's lunch. Then chant the poem of the ancients. Weird way to make a Halloween pudding but I'm sure that she know's what she was writing about." Marge grabbed her good wooden stirring spoon and readjusted the pointy black hat.
The book had also been very strict about what clothes she had to wear while doing this. A black bathrobe would suffice since she didn't want to get her black dress dirty. And a old witches hat from the kids old play room would also fit.
"I call the darkness unto me! From every corner of bedroom be! Summon hence and change my mind body and form! Commence the lusty Halloween storm! Then add paprika." With a dash of the red spice the bubbling pot turned from a dark green to more of a bright pink. The bubbling grew more fevered. Turning into a broiling bubbling coughing concoction. The very cauldron itself appeared to be jumping up and down on the stove.
Marge leaned over the pot nervously. Her eyes widening in amazement.
"Hmmm. Maybe I added too much paprika." She grumbled as she scooped up a spoonful of the thick slimy broth. A bright flash of light erupted from the cauldron. Marge let out a terrified yelp and covered her eyes. The recipe book hadn't once mentioned that!
She blinked nervously. Then looked back over the cauldron lid again. The scent issuing from the cauldron…It smelled….it smelled…It smelled sort of like radiation poisoning. Sickly sweet, a forbidden flavor that called out to her taste buds. Marge groaned and scooped up some more of the now fully pink soup….Was it soup? It almost looked like pudding. Sort of resembled a sad porridge. Or an overly sweet custard.
Marge carefully placed her lips to the spoon and took a sip. Unbeknownst to her the Halloween change was already upon her. Her legs began to stretch. A very subtle groaning came from her hips and thighs. The same sound that trees in the breeze made. Her skeleton slowly changed and restructured itself. Her legs began to bounce a little. Her toes tapping.
Her legs grew and grew and plumped out. First with her thighs and then slowly sliding downwards. The already gorgeous milf was starting to evolve. Going into a brand new direction. Her hips which had always been rather meaty began to plump out even more. Her certified badonkadonk was now a wide doorjamb breaking wobble wagon. Her juicy succulent legs and thighs had to accommodate all of that size somehow. So they got stronger and longer and wider. Her shoulders bunched up and then relaxed.
Her tits burst right out of her robe. Turning from guppies into full on cat fish sized boobs. Cow udders would be smaller. Cow udders would be more dignified. The tits that hung off of her chest were something you would see in a poor porn parody. Or at Titania's brand new lesbian bar just over in Shelbyville. These were tits that you wrote sonnets about. These were tits you oogled in hentai. There were tits designed to attract a mate and nurse a full on littler of offspring.
Marge's hair sprung out from underneath the witch's hat. Turning into a long blue stream down her succulent kissable shoulders. Stopping just above her firm round beach ball sized ass cheeks. Marge stood back up. Her witch hat now brushing the ceiling. She had put on at least a foot and a half of height. Her stomach was still soft and nurturing. Her nipples were long and dark. And were poking right out of her new clothes too.
Her body and mind weren't the only things to change. Her outfit had been adjusted in the taste test and the magic blast. Her black bathrobe was now a single piece of clothing. A witches' dress that flared invitingly around her hips. Not even bothering to hide her cunt or her ass cheeks. Which were fully on display. She had a thong with a ragged edge, in the shape of a black bat taking flight in the night. Her legs were wrapped in fishnet stockings, held up by a garter belt that was on the wrong side of her black dress. Her house slippers had mutated and reformed into a pair of high heels. With sharp skulls imprinted on the bottoms of the heel.
Her long green fingernails tapped at her thick ruby red blow job lips. She looked like she had glued a pair of red vine flavored donuts to her face. They were big, puffy, kissable and oh so very sweet. Marge rested her fingernails on her firm booty cheeks and gave herself a squeeze. Her mind felt preoccupied. As if she knew a few things were definitely different. But she didn't care to think too hard on them.
"Hmmm. I must have botched this recipe somehow. Oh well. It happens. Can't get mad. But I can go and masturbate in the living room." She let out a witch like cackle before she went with a sway in her hips and a bite to her lips.
The garage door opened and slammed shut. Bart walked in and deposited his bag of Halloween gags onto the table. It was probably going to be his final year doing Halloween tricks. Something about not letting people over eighteen out onto the streets to avoid crime. Which was weird since the town was a famous den for multiple different felons.
"Man what smells like hot sex and donuts?" The young man said as he pulled off his black ski mask and leather gloves. He sniffed the cauldron bubbling on the stove. He pulled out a spoon from the sink and took a pretty generous bite.
A bright flash of pink light engulfed everything. He blinked the stars away and smacked his lips. This stuff sure didn't taste too different from normal food. But he couldn't place his finger on why it seemed special. Maybe because he couldn't describe the type of food it was meant to be? The entire thing tasted just vaguely…off…
His shirt was also off. Tossed onto a nearby chair. His rippling muscles and eight pack abs were slightly oiled up. He didn't know when he had gotten oil on himself. Or when he had gotten abs. He had always been a little paunchy from his high sugar and low exercise diet. But right now he actually looked sort of like Rainer Wolfcastle in his prime. He also had a bit of a mullet going on. Some things never changed.
His face was a little more angular. And his fingers resembled strong pistons. His entire body was roped in power. His boots were crushing his feet so he slid them off. And his pants were crushing his orange sized cum tanks so he wiggled out of them too. His hog cock slapped against his knees. The cock head dripping with pre cum.
"Damn. Better go jerk off until this little guy spits up." Bart said as he gripped his shaft and walked into the living room.
"DO'H!" He shouted as he slammed his forehead into the doorframe. He was way too tall. He had to duck down in order to get through. A dumb sized doorframe. Didn't the makers of this house know that there were some people well over seven feet tall? They really should have anticipated that.
What Bart wasn't anticipating was seeing his mom sucking on her own nipples while she lay on the living room floor. One hand groping her massive soccer ball sized tits. The other deep within her pussy. Her thong was torn to the side. It snapped off completely and left a little red line across her leg. Her high heels were clumping against the cheap shag carpeting. She wiggled and groaned. Her tongue flicked out and played with her nipple head. Her groaning and moaning was growing like a fog horn in the mist.
Bart let out an impressed whistle. He knew that his mom was hot but she looked absolutely bewitching in that pose! Her soft stomach, her gravity defying fuck orbs, her over sized lips designed to take a dick, even her very fingers looked like they could give pleasure with a single tap.
Bart's grip on his shaft tightened. He began to jerk off harder as he stared at his mom. Marge's eyes slitted and she paused in her masturbation.
"Bart! Honey! You're just in time!" She let out a crow of delight. Bart smirked and slapped his meat truncheon in one palm. His cock making a smack smack smack and shaking some pre cum out before him.
"Oh yeah? In time for what?" He said. Marge giggled and crawled forward. Her round rear bouncing and wobbling with every move. Left cheek up, then right cheek up, left, then right, left, right, as hypnotic as a snake about to pounce on an unsuspecting mouse. But that metaphor is bullshit. Because Bart's snake was about to pounce right onto her….
"You're just in time for a treat….Because mama want's to show her special little guy…a nice…little….hot…tight…warm…sloppy…wet…spit filled….trick….she learned." Marge was breathing on his cock. Huffing the scent of it. Her eyes rolled in their sockets. Her groaning was starting to rise in intensity. Bart groaned and bit his knuckles in delight. His anticipation was making his heart beat a thousand beats a second! His red hot cock head was pressed to her forehead. Her tongue lounged out of her mouth like a dogs in the high summer.
The heat in the living room was bordering on a sauna. Marge wrapped her arms around Bart's hips and pulled his crotch in all the closer. She rubbed that dick across her entire face. From base to tip, from chin to forehead, from cheek to cheek, she was like a cat scent marking her territory. But Bart's pre cum was starting to dribble out with a bit more force. He grunted and gripped her by the shoulder.
"Well mom? I'm waiting. I wanna give you such a thick hot creamy treat. You've earned it…." Bart didn't know where his brain had gone. Words felt so hard and confusing. Even more so then when he was in school. He felt like the only thing doing any thinking was his shaft. The only thing that was making any sort of sense was his dick. The only thing that was encouraging him to move forward was his thick hot man love.
Marge licked her lips. Then she kissed the tip of Bart's massive man sausage. His orange sized cock head spread her lips with ease. Her lipstick easily began to rub against his skin. Leaving lewd little marks as she went downwards. Like a pier at low tide you could see just how low this mother of three was able to go. The throat goat was getting into her rhythm. The beat was intoxicating. She squatted. Her butt cheeks overhanging her ankles. The high heels biting into the shag carpeting and the tops of them making little dents in her ass. Her fingers were entwined with the rug. She was only using her neck and head and mouth to bob up and down her only sons cock.
His dick was spreading her throat to the limit. Her eyes were bulging like a frog in a microwaves. Marge's gagging gargling gurking noises came to a louder and louder beat.
"Gurk! Gurk! Grrrrk!" Marge managed to grumble out as she beat her face against Bart's crotch. His pubic hair was making a mess of her nose. Marge's eyelids were fluttering and pumping. Little bits of green mascara and eyeliner was falling from her face.
"GMGMGMGMMMMGGGGRRRKKK?" She managed to groan out around Bart's thick hot love sausage. Bart let out a chuckle and shook his head.
"Nah Mom. You've got to work for this cock. I'm going to shoot my load inside of every last one of your holes. Just the way I know you want it." Marge wiggled her ass cheeks and then began bouncing in place. Her ass began to give out little claps. Her wicked sense of womanly intuition was telling her this was the best way to get this wet cock all the more slippery. Bart groaned and pressed his hands into the small of his back.
She really was otherworldly. Borderline supernatural. It felt like she had placed a spell on him. His abs tightened and he gripped his cock shaft base. The baby batter bouncing around in his balls was beginning to froth upwards and shoot out of the tip. Marge's gagging delight started to turn into a drowning delight as around three liquid cups of Bart's jizz shot out of his cock and down her throat.
Marge popped off after the first explosion. Bart's cock spasmed and released one load, then another across her face and tits. Then finally he gripped it like a fire hose and sprayed it nicely all over her body. Marge was no spectator though. She was showing off as much as she was getting.
Her fingers were in her cunt to the last knuckle. Her orgasm was wild and crazy. Her tongue was hanging out of her mouth and she was shaking from head to toe. Her toes curled and uncurled in her brand new high heels. Her nipples were hard enough to tear right through the dress. The veins in her neck were standing out like rivers on a map. And her womb was aching for a pounding.
Bart panted and the two stared in rapture at his dick. He was still hard. In fact if anything he was even harder then before.
"Oooooh Honey…Let mama help her special little guy with all of that meat! I'm sure that you can plant it deep in her witchy soil." Marge said as she slowly rocked backwards onto the couch. She gripped her dress and tore it right off. Rubbing herself from legs to pussy lips to mouth lips and finally across her face and head. The thick white pearls of cum were stuck to the fine see through silk fabric. Marge plopped the hem of the slutty witch dress in her mouth and began to suckle.
It was almost like a magical ritual. To steal and seal up as much of Bart's potent seed as she could handle. And she could handle a lot of it. Bart grinned and gripped her underneath the knees. Just like a magic trick she was wet down there already. In fact it almost looked like someone had blasted her pussy with a faucet. She was still dripping. Her pussy hair was gone, waxed or shaved or magicked away. It made her look good. It showed off everything. And Bart liked that.
"Alright Mom. Say the magic words to make my 'magic wand' disappear." Bart said as he began to rub his cock shaft up and down her dripping wet pussy lips. She was on her shoulders and upper back. Bart squatted at the edge of the sofa. The sofa that they had spent so much time on as a family. Just hours and hours of TV time. Of dinner time. Of just hanging out and catching up and going on countless whacky misadventures together. And now he was going to fuck his mom raw dog on it. Right on her favorite section of the couch too. The naughtiness of the moment made Bart's dick all the harder. It made him want to fuck her there forever and ever.
"Hmmm is it….I don't know….I love you?" Marge tried with a chuckle. "Or maybe it's…please Mister Bart…Pound this poor witches pussy until she cant speak?"
Bart rolled his eyes. His mom was so fucking lame sometimes. Only she could take a hot moment like fucking your mom bareback in the family living room and make it weird and awkward with the dorkiest pillow talk.
"Nah bitch it's Halloween…And youre a witch. You are supposed to say abracadabra! Because it's TRICK!" Bart slammed his cock into her, all the way to the hilt. Not even giving her a chance to adjust to his mighty beer can like girth.
"OR!" He yanked out so fast that only the slit of his cock head was kissing the front of her pussy. Marge didn't even have time to gasp. Her chest heaved upwards. Her head was going light. Her hands were clawing at the pillows beside her head.
"TREAT!" Bart finished as he thrust himself so deep into her that he lost balance and nearly fell on top of her. Marge let out a bellow like a water buffalo in rut. The sound of their wet hips plapping together soon filled the entire house. The walls were paper thin so that wasn't too weird.
Bart's plap plap plap of his body going back into her's was wonderful. He closed his eyes and got lost in the metronome like energy. She was truly the best fuck of his life! It was almost like magic. It was almost like a Halloween miracle! He never knew that fucking your blood relative could feel this good and natural! Bart was panting like a wild animal. Drool shamelessly falling down his chin. He felt like Homer at an all you can eat buffet. But instead of food it was milf flesh. And instead of eating her he was fucking her. And instead of being some random woman it was his mom!
Bart shook his head. Trying to get his mind off of his Dad. After all Marge was squirming twisting shouting gasping groaning right beneath him. His thumbs rubbed against the cavity of her hips where leg met crotch. The dimples in her ass were standing out like quarters on the sidewalk. Her nipples were bouncing hypnotically and could probably take his eye out.
So Bart wisely decided to place both of them safely in his mouth. Just so that no one would get hurt. He pulled his head back, neck standing out taunt. Marge's yelping was turning into nothing more then animalistic cat like sounds. She couldn't even vocalize her pleasure anymore. It was that intense. Bart was that good of a lover.
Bart chuckled as he merrily continued to suckle upon her sensitive nipples. Milk really should have been coming out of them. But she wasn't pregnant yet, and while magic was magic it couldn't go that far. So instead it just increased the pleasure to the level of brain snappingly good.
The brain snap was actually audible. Bart groaned when he heard Marge's mind go kaput and devolve just to libido. Marge for her part was making hooting noises, a weird cross of ape, sports fan, and owl stuck in a piano store.
Marge gasped and groaned. She could feel every last inch of his fuck pony bearing down inside of her. Making her body shiver and shake in delight. His cock was exploring sections of her pussy she didn't even know she had. He was also stretching and reshaping her. Kneading at her insides like a master sculptor with only the highest quality of clay. Her body was gasping out for more. For more of his dick. More of his love. More of his seed.
Their wickedly wrong, wonderfully intoxicating, absolutely mind numbingly good coupling was starting to reach it's climax. Bart gripped Marge and stood up. For a brief moment they were red face to red face. His lips were parted, her eyes were dull with pleasure. Only the look of a fucked dumb cow stared back at Bart. The lights were on and the brain was fried. She let out a frog like croak.
"Hey look ma…no hands." Bart said wiggling his fingers in her face. Which was true. He was holding her up exclusively with his fuck stick stuck inside of her. All the way to the base. Marge sat on his cock for a moment. Until what he had said finally reached her ears.
"Oh my…It's just like magic." She giggled in delight. "Now give mama all of that magic."
"Little lady you cast a spell on me." Bart said as he kissed her roughly on the lips. So rough that she orgasm right then and there. Her lips were as sensitive as her nipples. And as sensitive as her cunt was. So the orgasm was harsh. But her body couldn't stop moving. She humped up and down his cock. Even when her mind was begging for her body to just take a moment to breath and relax.
The witchy part of Marge then overrode that and demanded that she ride her son's broomstick until dawn.
"So Mom what do you say? Wanna ride my broomstick until dawn?" Bart offered. Making the massive milk tank laden lady cackle in delight. An old crone who had just been fucked into submission sort of cackle.
The pop of Bart's cock going out of her pussy and against her thighs brought her back to reality. She began to rub her legs together. Making sure that his cum shot would be massive! She wanted to see it explode!
Like a volcano his cum came shooting straight up. Knocking Marge right in the nose and face and mouth and underside of her massive tits. She blinked for a moment and then pulled Bart in for a sloppy tongue fueled kiss.
"Mmmmmmm now this is what I call a treat." Marge cooed in delight. Bart spanked her wide fat juicy ass. The ass that somehow defied gravity even with all of the fuck meat inside of it.
"Good. Because Halloween is still young hot stuff." Bart said. He wandered towards the hallway and started up the staircase. The creaking of them going upstairs was soon followed by the creaking of a protesting marriage bed. The sin of the flesh was mightier though and they very soon snapped a beam.
The creak of the back door opening and the snap of it closing filled the house. Lisa walked in with a scowl. Her outfit from the newest Carrie movie had been ruined after some bitch from her childhood (She never bothered to remember their names or faces they were all catty cunts) had poured fake blood all over her. She needed a stiff drink and something fun to do.
"Mom?! You home?" Lisa called. She walked into the kitchen and spied the drink bubbling on the stove.
"Huh? Oh yeah. Don't mind if I do." She said, not noticing the very obvious changes to her body as the light exploded from the cauldron. The flayed face on the front of the magical attic book glanced at the reader and gave a hearty wink. Before speaking in a thick New England accent.
"Happy Halloween you filthy incestuous loving degenerates!"