Marge sat alone on her bed, leaning back, she thought about her sex life. It was pretty barren, Homer was too lazy, and she was too afraid to go looking for a sexual partner. She leaned back, drawing a hand across her breast, she felt a twinge of excitement deep within her loins. She continued to caress her breasts, rubbing her hand over them, and twisting her nipples.
She slowly removed her dress, bra and panties. Her pussy was soaking wet, and she plunged her finger into her pussy, and slowly moved it up and down, pushign herself closer to orgasm.
Milhouse had come to Barts house to play, he loved to go to barts house, if only to see his hot mum. Mi.hnouse loved marge, her large hair, bouncy breasts and tight arse. He walked upstairs, and heard moaning coming from a room. He walked in, and saw marge pleasuring himself. “what are you doing, mrs simpson?” milhouse said.