Bart Simpson walked slowly down the halls of Springfield Elementary, his face a paler shade of yellow then usual and his face twisted into a look of discomfort. The school nurse had declared him sick with food poison after he threw up in her office and called his mother to pick him up. There had been no answer and since he was within walking distance of home, he had been given permission to leave early.
Bart swung his backpack on his back and trudged out the front doors of the school and around the corner. Once the school was out of sight he let out a laugh. He straightened up and whistled as he pulled a set of moist towels out of his backpack, quickly wiping off the stage makeup he had used for his pallor revealing the healthy yellow glow of his skin beneath. The vomit hadn’t been a difficult trick either; the stroke of genius had been replacing the number for his house with that for his cell phone so no one would know he was playing hooky.
Glancing at the time he smiled, ‘I just bought me six hours before anyone expects my anywhere.’ Basking in the glow of a prank well done he considered what he could do with his new time. He couldn’t risk anyone seeing him ‘doing so well’ at any of his local hang-outs so he decided he was going to run home, grab his skateboard, and go down to the abandoned factory district for some fun. Home would be a little risky but he had mastered the art of sneaking in and out of his window ages ago so unless his mom was actually in his room, he had no doubt he’s succeed.
As he approached 742 Evergreen Terrace he could see that his mom’s car was still in the drive way. It wasn’t a concern as he slid around the side of the house, avoiding the front windows, and stood in the back yard looking up at his room. He could see that the lights were off from the ground which meant he could slip inside and out without anyone noticing. Bart climbed up into his tree house and then out onto a branch. It looked weak but he knew it would hold his weight. Opening the window was easy since he never locked it.
Within five minutes Bart was in his room, skateboard in hand, and thinking about what else he might need to really enjoy his day off. He was digging quietly through his toys looking for his Gamekid 3D when he heard his mother’s voice crying out. “YES! YES! YES! YES, OH GOD FUCK ME! YES!!!!” it was the language as much as the volume that made Bart stop what he was doing and press his ear to his door. Bart found could hear the sound of a creaking bed and his mother mumbling something more quietly. A quick glance at his toys told him he could just walk away but his curiosity got the better of him.
Slipping into the hall he moved quietly and slowly towards the source of the sounds, his parents’ bedroom. For a horrible moment he realized he could be about to see his parents having sex but Homer’s car was gone. He needed to know what was going on, was mom cheating on Homer? It would be hard for him to blame her but still, it wouldn’t be like her at all.
His parents’ bedroom door was opened a crack, driven by overwhelming curiosity Bart pushed his eye to the gap trying to make out what was going on. What he saw made his jaw drop. His mother was writhing naked on the bed. Her bright blue hair was down and spread wildly over the bed. He could see the curve of his mother’s ass and boobs. He knew it was his mother but the sight still caused his cock to twitch, she was hotter than most of the women in his playdude collection. He watched as one of her hands moved something between her legs, while the other held the house phone to her ear.
Bart was totally stunned but after a few minutes he started paying attention to what his mother was saying, “Yes Master, Margie came for you. She came for you so good, thank you for giving Margie pleasure Master.” There was a long pause, presumably as the person on the other end of the line spoke before his mother giggled and responded, “Yes Master, Margie is your good little piece of fuck-meat. Margie wants to see you soon… Margie wants to please her Master!” Bart was flabbergasted, She didn’t even sound like his mother, her voice was more high pitched and girly and he had never once in his life heard his mother giggle.
There was another long pause and suddenly his mother’s expression went from well fucked bimbo to a totally blank mask. “yes.master.i.understand.i.am.prepaired.for.programming.” Her voice had changed, now it was totally emotionless, like a robot. Bart knew he had to find out what the person on the other end of the line was saying. Bart rushed back to his own room and grabbed his Krusty Phone. Holding down the receiver with one hand and covering the mouthpiece with the other he pressed the phone to his ear. A male voice was speaking; it was smooth and brimmed with confidence. Bart didn’t recognize it.
“…ontinue to dream about your master. In your dreams you will be my slave; obeying my commands. You will do more extreme and kinky things to please your master every night. The dreams will turn you on and erase all of your inhibitions and taboo’s; as long your master is commanding you. You will also find yourself less and less aroused by Homer. You won’t let him know, but when you too are together you will only be able to get off when you fantasize about your master using you like the slave you are. Do you understand?” The voice brooked no argument and expected only one answer.
“yes.master.i.will.dream.of.being.your.kinky.slave.i.will.have.no.inhibitions.for.you.Homer.will.no.longer.turn.me.on.i.will.think.of.you.to.cum.” Marge’s voice was monotone as she was told what she would do and think by the voice on the line. Bart could no nothing but continue to listen and wish his cock hadn’t grown so hard.
“Good, you’re almost ready to play with. Now I want you clean up and dress. Hide your ‘therapy tools’ and then forget about them until I remind you once again. While you make everything presentable you will chant your triggers, each time you say them they will burn into your mind deeper and deeper becoming part of you. When you’re done you will pick up the phone and tell me.” Bart carefully put down the phone and ran down the hall, pressing his ear to the crack in the door.
Marge’s voice was light and airy like she was half asleep as she spoke to herself:
“When I hear my triggers I will act on them and forget hearing them.”
“When I hear, ‘Sleepy Sleepy Mesmer Margie’ I will fall into a trance, ready for deep programming.”
“When I hear, ‘Bubbly Brainwashed Bimbo’ I will become Margie, eager to be my Master’s fuck-meat.”
“When I hear, ‘Trusting Tramp Toy’ I will believe anything my Master tells me.”
“When I hear,’ Sucky Sucky Tasty Treat’ I will have an uncontrollable urge to give my Master a blowjob.”
“When I hear, ‘Creamy Cumming Cunt’ I will have a mind blowing orgasm.”
“When I hear, ‘Fast Forget Fuck-doll’ I will forget anything my master commands, I will not notice gaps in my memory.”
“When I hear, “Wakey Wakey Mesmer Margie’ I will come out of my trance and remember nothing, but I will continue to act on all of my commands.
As his mother started to repeat herself Bart ran into Lisa’s room, grabbed a pad, and quickly wrote down all of her ‘triggers’ before heading back to his room and going back to listening to the phone line. The man on the other end sounded like he was typing. Bart’s mind reeled, he wasn’t as smart as Lisa but he wasn’t stupid. The guy on the line was apparently his mother’s therapist and he had done something to her, turning his mom into a programmable sex toy. Bart knew he should be horrified but he was only incredibly turned on. His body was a wild mess of hormones and he wasn’t blind enough to see how hot his mom was or think of all he could do with this knowledge. His thoughts were broken by his mom’s voice, “All Done.” it was still half asleep and sounded happy. The man, her therapist spoke then.
“Wakey Wakey Mesmer Margie,” The man spoke the words and then went right into a professional sounding speech. “We made a lot of progress today Marge, how are you feeling?”
His mother responded immediately, “Oh I feel wonderful Doctor, these sessions are always so satisfying and I feel so good afterwards. Do you think we’re making progress?”
Instead of responding her therapist said, with a tone of mockery “Absolutely, Creamy Cumming Cunt” Bart listened with rapped attention as the phone line exploded with the sounds of his mother’s ecstasy as she had a toe curling, mind blowing orgasm on command. Bart could hear the man’s voice chuckling beneath his mother’s moans. As her moans slowed and she began to pant Marge began to speak. Only to be cut off by the man again. “Fast Forget Fuck-doll, you will forget orgasming and not notice the wet spot on your dress.”
Marge immediately stopped whatever she had been going to say, “Oh that is good news. So, same time next week?” His mother’s total lack of awareness only made Bart’s erection grow stronger.
“Yes I think one more week of phone sessions and then we’ll be ready to meet in person. I understand you’ve wanted to keep this secret from Homer but to progress any farther you will have to actually meet me, not only hear my voice.” The man’s confidence and smugness were palpable, though Marge didn’t seem to notice.
“I understand Doctor, but… can we talk about it more next week?” Marge asked, hesitance in her voice.
“Of course Marge, of course; I’m sure you’ll see things my way in the end. Goodbye.” With that the phone line went dead and Bart hung up his line. He could have been paralyzed save for the painfully hard erection in his pants. His mind spun. His mom was a slave; he had about a week to save her from her evil therapist. He also had a list of commands that might just give him the same power over her that he had. Should he try to use them? Could he use them without doing something he’d regret later? Could he not use them and live with the regret of losing such power? So many questions and no answers, should he ask someone for advice? Lisa? Homer? Milhouse? Maybe just approach his mother directly and explain everything?
His thoughts were splintered by his mother’s high pitched nagging yell, “BART! What are you doing home from school! Did you play hooky again? You know I warned you what I’d do if I caught you skipping school again! MARCH to the car MISTER. You’re going to school right now and by the time you get home there won’t be a toy worth playing with in your room because I’m going to make sure this grounding sticks!”
Bart was at a loss for words; he had no idea what to say or what to do. He had been skipping a lot of school lately but his mom almost never this mad. He spluttered but his silver tongue failed him and his mom had him by the collar of his shirt trying to drag him to his feet. His eyes fell on the list he had written and the words just popped out, “Trusting Tramp Toy!” The effect was dramatic and immediate. His mother just froze in place and when he looked at her he saw her face was relaxed and expressionless. Taking a deep breath he spoke carefully, trying to ignore the tightness in his pants seeing his mother like this, so open and venerable. “Um… I was sent home sick today with food poisoning; uh we just got home from you picking me up!”
For a long moment Marge stayed frozen, as if waiting for more, then she suddenly animated, her face turning into a look of love and empathy. “How are you doing baby, I’m sorry your feeling sick… food poisoning sucks, I wonder what it was?” Her face twisted into a confused look, “Why was I yelling at you? It doesn’t make sense… I…”
Marge blinked and the confused look passed and she was all smiles again, “I’m sure your tummy hurts so badly. Do you think there is anything you can eat right now?” Bart smiled wickedly, the commands worked. The therapist guy must have not made them specific; anyone who used them was his mother’s ‘Master.’ Just the thought caused his cock to twitch again. It meant he could beat the therapist at his own game, it also meant so much more. The power he had over his mother was intoxicating and was turning him on like crazy. He couldn’t resist the temptation, he didn’t’ want to.
‘Maybe I am as bad a kid as they say,’ the thought passed through his mind and an evil smile crossed his face. “Sucky Sucky Tasty Treat,” The small flash of guilt that accompanied the words vanished as his mom fell to her knees and pulled down his blue shorts and underwear. Bart knew from talking with the guys that he had a pretty big dick for his age, four inches. Those four were now sticking straight out and were quickly engulfed by his mother’s lips. Mother and son moaned in unison as she began to suck and lick at her sons’ cock. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever experienced and he knew then and there that he wanted more, so much more.
In the grips of her trigger Marge had no thoughts in her head but sucking her master’s cock. She had always been very good at giving blowjobs and unbeknownst to her; those skills had been polished by her therapist over weeks of careful instruction with her ‘therapy tools’. With his lack of experience Bart had no chance and in under a minute she was swallowing his tiny spurt of cum. The second she did so, however; her eyes grew wide and her whole body began to shake in horror. What had she done!
Bart said something then and everything changed, she no longer felt anything other than a small curiosity of why she was kneeling on the floor. Standing up she checked Bart’s temperature, feeling heat that wasn’t there, and smiled sympathetically. He spoke again and suddenly she knew what he needed in order to feel better; Ice cream and candy, so she went down stairs to get some for him.
The day passed quickly for Marge. Usually she had plenty of chores to do but for some reason that day she barely left Bart’s side. The day seemed to just fly by as she took care of her sick son. Before she knew it Lisa was home. Lisa complained that Bart was faking it but Marge wouldn’t hear a word of it. She had no doubts that her son was very sick and needed her attention.
Homey was no more understanding, complaining about ordering pizza on pork chop night. She didn’t pay him any mind though and once Lisa was studying and Homey was watching TV. She brought Bart up some slices with soda, to help with his sick stomach. Before Marge knew it was bedtime; and though he was doing better she insisted Bart stay home one more day at least, calling the school to let them know.
To call it the best day of Bart’s young life would not be an understatement. Whoever this therapist guy was, he was an evil genius. His mother was like very sexy putty in his hands. Bart discovered that he was able to recover quickly from Marge’s spectacular blowjobs and took advantage of that trigger several times; although after first time he always used the forgetfulness trigger right away to keep her from freaking out.
After his marathon blowjob session he entertained himself in other ways; though sex was always at the front of his mind. Using the belief trigger, he had his mother convinced that it was normal to be naked and have her hair down when it was only the two of them in the house. The sight of her moving around was breathtaking especially after she ‘believed’ it was normal to walk around sexily for him. He couldn’t resist a few more juvenile things, turning her into a chicken, cow, and kitten were all both hilarious and sexy in their own ways.
When he saw that he only had two hours before school got out, decided he had to go all the way and try out ‘Margie’. “Bubbly Brainwashed Bimbo”, Bart said the words, interrupting his mother’s naked workout routine and instantly his mom, no ‘Margie’ gave out a little giggle before turning lustful eyes on her son.
“Oh Master, Margie is such a horny piece of fuck-meat, will you do me? Will Master fuck Margie rotten?” Bart couldn’t refuse such an invitation. In no time at all ‘Margie’ way laid out on his bed and he was sliding in and out of her. At first it felt amazing, totally different from her mouth but after a while he realized it wasn’t a good, wasn’t as tight.
“Margie, your pussy isn’t tight enough for me, do something!” Bart gave the command and almost laughed at the comically clueless look on his mother’s usually intelligent face.
“Um like, I can start exercises and junk to make myself tighter Master, if that’s what you command, but that’ll take time.” Margie’s face looked sad but then lit up, “Oh I know! Until then why not fuck my ass? No one has ever been up there before so it’ll be nice and tight!” Margie looked inordinately pleased with herself for solving the problem.
At first Bart found the idea was kinda gross, but then his mother lifted her legs exposing both her blue haired mound and her rosebud asshole and started goading him on, “Come on Master! Fuck Margie’s ass, Take Margie’s anal virginity… please, It’ll feel nice and tight for you, I promise!” His mother slid two fingers into her dripping cunt and then began rubbing the juices around her asshole. Slipping first one finger and then the other inside her ass, she moaned invitingly and any doubts that Bart had flew out the window.
Positioning himself at the entrance to his mother’s ass Bart pressed his rock hard cock; to his pleasant surprise it was so very tight and warm. He saw a slight look of discomfort on his mother’s face and decided he wouldn’t have any of that, “Creamy Cumming Cunt,” He groaned in pleasure as his mother’s face twisted in ecstasy and her thrashing forced her all the way onto his member. She screamed and moaned, he could feel her twitching from insides in her ass and it was amazing. He began to pump in and out and just when it looked like ‘Margie’ was coming down another, “Creamy Cumming Cunt,” had her writhing on his ten year old cock again.
Bart fucked his mother’s ass for longer then he would have expected. It made sense though; each orgasm of the day had taken a little longer than the one before. The sensation was amazing and he vowed he would never give this up. That was his last rational though until he came, shooting a load into his mother’s bowels. He collapsed exhausted on top of her and fell into a daze. He came back to himself with a pleasant sensation in his crotch, he looked down to see his mother cleaning his dick of his cum and her juices.
He could have fallen asleep right then but saw the time. He had to snap his mom back to normal before people got home. “Sleepy Sleepy Mesmer Margie,” He said his mom’s trigger phrase and watched her, mouth still on his cock, go slack and empty. Shaking his head a bit he tried to think about what he needed, “Mom, when you dream you will follow your commands only you won’t see some nebulous Master. You’ll see your son, Master Bart. You will dream of being Master Bart’s slave and it will turn you on erasing all your inhibitions and taboo’s, like incest. You will follow all of you other commands from before but in all of them ‘Master’ will be replaced with ‘Master Bart,’ Also, your triggers will only work when they are spoken by your son Bart. Understand?”
Marge let his cock fall from her lips and spoke in the same droning monotone from before, “master.is.master.bart.i.will.obay.all.commands.i.am.master.bart’s.slave.no.inhibitions.no.incest.taboo.only.obey.triggers.from.bart.”
Bart nodded, that would do for now, he was tired and wanted to plan a bit before next week but this was good for the moment. Yawning he muttered, “Now get yourself cleaned up and looking normal then come to me, wake me if I fall asleep.” His eye fluttered shut on the sight of his naked mother nodding. Moments later she shook him gently awake, she looked normal again, green dress, hair in a beehive, only her expression was off totally, blank and empty. “Wakey Wakey Mesmer Margie.” Bart mumbled. He saw his mother’s eyes flutter open and then a smile cross her expression as she looked down at him.
“Oh my special little guy is tired, you go to sleep Bart.” As Marge tiptoed out of the room, a thought crossed Bart’s mind, ‘See you later, ‘Margie’.”
Two weeks later Marge stood in the office of Dr. Kline. She was a little nervous meeting the man for the first time but Bart had told her it was necessary so she had listened, it seemed like he was always right these days. Dr. Kline was nice enough looking man, not handsome but with a fatherly quality that made him seem safe. That sense was ruined by the predatory grin on his face as he looked her up and down. “Oh Marge your pictures don’t do you justice.”
Marge shifted on her feet looking uncomfortable. “I can’t imagine why that would be important to my therapy. I fact I originally contacted you to help me with my problems with Homey but they’ve only gotten worse. “The man’s smile at that was very unpleasant.
Dr. Kline spoke with confidence, “That’s why I needed you here, ‘Sleepy Sleepy Mesmer Margie” The doctor’s predatory expression fell as Marge looked confused and angry. “I said, Sleepy Sleepy Mesmer Margie!” Marge looked more annoyed by the moment.
“I heard you the first time, what’s that supposed to mean anyway?” Marge responded crossing her arms. Dr. Kline’s eyes darted back and forth, totally confused and starting to panic a bit. This had never happened before, he process was fool proof.
Before he could say anything else to door to the office opened and Bart walked in. Just the sight of her son made Marge start to drip and unconsciously clench the kegel weight in her cunt. Bart had explained how important those exercise were. Dr. Kline was about to say something when Bart held up a hand holding a tape recorder and closed the door with the other. “Sleepy Sleepy Mesmer Margie.” Bart said with confidence. Marge slumped on her feet, her body relaxing and her face going blank. Dr. Kline’s face on the other hand looked very pale. Before he could react Bart pressed play on the tape.
“Good Girl Margie, you’re such a wonderful little fuck slave. You’ve come so far in your programming and I’m so pleased with you. You’ll make a wonderful new toy...” The tape cut off, the voice was clearly Dr. Kline’s and Bart just smiled at the man who grew even paler.
Dr. Kline gulped once, “What… What do you want?”
Bart smirked, “Nothing much, especially in exchange for hiding the evidence that would put you away for a very long time, and don’t get clever. There are other copies.” He waved the recorder around a bit. “So what was your endgame, Mom runs away from home or did you have a plan for the rest of us too?”
Dr. Kline’s voice had a shake to it, “She was going to run away, she told me enough about your father that I could have made it totally believable.”
Bart nodded it was what he expected. “Well here’s what I want then. First, change your plans. With my help you’re going to get Homer and Lisa in here and do to them what you did to mom, only I’m going to be the one in charge. Oh and while your training Lisa your also going to teach her how you do this, “Bart gestured to his entranced mother, ”…to other people. She’s smart enough and I want this power in my hands. Second, you’re going to give me a list of anyone else you’ve done this too in Springfield and all of their trigger phrases. Lastly, you’re going to leave this town and never come back. Set up your little harem somewhere else, I have plans for Springfield. “
Dr. Kline couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He had been caught and was being blackmailed by a ten year old boy. Worse it was a ten year old boy that was demanding the power to control his entire town if he so wished. Bart just waved the tape recorder again. Dr. Kline thought back to his last session with Marge, what had he said? What she had said? The doctor slowly realized that if the entire session was on tape the boy had him dead to rights. He had even been forced to give his name and address so that she could come here today. The doctor nodded his assent to his young blackmailer; everything was slipping through his fingers and for the first time in years he felt totally out of control. Bart just smiled.
The End.
This was originally supposed to be a mini-anthology but my muse up and fell into a coma after all of my recent writing. Anyone else is welcome to drop a story on the same theme. Not my best work but hopefully you'll enjoy it. - MB
