****** Movin' On Up - A Jeffersons Sex Parody by auseyre ******
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Movin' On Up - A Jeffersons Sex Parody


RATING: X -- IF YOU ARE UNDERAGE DO NOT!!! READ THIS STORY (YEAH RIGHT).
(CONTAINS ORAL)

Look for Part 2 soon, definitely raunchier. The characters from the Jeffersons
belong entirely to creator, producers studio et al this is completely
unauthorized, fictional use of said characters and in no way represents any
endorsement by the owners of the characters. Any liberties taken and errors
made in regards to characters are due primarily to bad memory, but feel free to
analyse them all for some profound meaning. This story is copyrighted by
auseyre and may not be republished without express written permission.


The ringing of the doorbell annoyed Florence to no end. She flipped another
page in her magazine and wished the visitor away.

"Doorbell!" In fact, the only thing more annoying was the pipsqueak voice
floating in from the bedroom. "Florence!" Florence stood up with a reluctant
grimace and headed for the door. Normally she would ignore the order, but from
the moans and groans she had heard earlier as she pressed her ear to the door,
it sounded as if the Jeffersons were going at it hot and heavy. Lord knows she
didn't begrudge Mrs. Jefferson a little fun, even if it was with a midget.

Another groan reminded Florence of how long it had been since she herself had
gotten any. In fact, the last man she had dated had been so pious that not only
did he not drink, he didn't do anything else either. Oh well, Florence thought
as she opened the door, at least she had her trusty vibrator, and one or two
tricks for getting off. It wasn't as good as a man, but hey, it didn't expect
you to pick up behind it either.

Florence stifled a sigh when she saw Mr. Bently standing at the door.

"Hello Florence." His slightly slurred tones and pasty countenance always
reminded her of a drunk sobering up after a binge.

"Good morning Mr. Bently." She stepped back to wave him into the apartment.

"Sorry for intruding so early, but I wondered if I might borrow a cup of sugar.
I am making a special breakfast for a guest, and I ran out."

"Sure Mr. Bently, hold on a second while I get you some."

As she took the porcelain cup from him and went into the kitchen, Florence
wondered who Bently's company could be. She didn't ever remember seeing him
with a woman, though she had heard rumors that wasn't the type of company he
preferred. "Would you like a cup of coffee Mr. Bently?" She peeked her head
through the shutters to where he stood patiently by the door.

"No thank you Florence, I'd better get back to my blintzes." Just as he was
accepting the cup, the front door opened and Lionel walked in, pulling Jenny in
behind him. Florence felt her breath quicken and her nipples get tight at the
sight of the attractive young man. Her eyes fell involuntarily to the bulge in
his tight jeans. She licked her lips, remembering the time she had accidentally
walked in on him and his 10 inches in all their glory after he got out of the
shower. She had backed out, but not before she got a good look at his firm
young cock. If Lionel took after his father, she could understand why Mrs.
Jefferson stayed with the little dwarf. Florence fanned herself with her
magazine to counteract the sudden heat that washed over her, Damn but she had
to get laid soon.

Florence was so busy drooling that she didn't notice Mr. Bently observing the
youngsters with a lascivious gleam in his own watery blue eyes.

"Hey, Florence, Mr. Bently. Where are Mom and Pop?"

Before Florence could answer, George and Louise came out of the bedroom. Louise
was dressed in one of her colorful silk caftans and George in a casual lounging
suit. Florence knew the wide grins on their face were from more than just
happiness to see their only child. Louise hugged and kissed the two kids while
George settled for a nod at Jenny and a pat on the back to his pride and joy.
They both greeted Mr. Bently who stood conspicuously with his cup.

"Honey what are you doing home? I thought you were staying at school this
weekend." Lionel grinned and pulled Jenny forward. "We just drove down for the
day. We have something special to tell you." Mr. Bently cleared his throat
awkwardly.

"I had better be going." Lionel turned around flashing a blinding smile that
made his breath catch in his throat.

"No, no Mr. Bently, you can stay, you're practically family." He turned back to
his parents, wrapping an arm around Jenny.

"Mom, Pop, Jenny and I are getting married." There was silence for a moment,
and Florence heaved a silent sigh of regret. Not that she had ever had a chance
with a young stud like Lionel, but still, Jenny was going to be one lucky girl.

"Oh honey! Congratulations." Once more Louise hugged and kissed her son, and
soon to be daughter-in-law. George on the other hand, stood frowning.

"I forbid it Lionel!"

"George!" Louise's voice was raspy with distress as Lionel's face took on a
mulish look reminiscent of his father.

He pulled Jenny closer, noting her own hurt look, and kissed her on the cheek.

"No offense Jenny, but I don't plan on having any zebra grandchildren!"

"George!" Louise's voice had started to crack at this point, but Lionel just
looked at his father and shook his head.

"I told Jenny you'd be like this, but she wanted to tell the families. Left up
to me we would have just eloped. Come on honey, lets go." Lionel steered Jenny
out of the apartment, slamming the door behind them. George and Louise
immediately started arguing and went into the bedroom, slamming that door as
well.

Mr. Bently and Florence looked at each other and shrugged, used to the uproars
in the household. Mr. Bently gripped his sugar tightly and headed out the door,
thanking Florence as he left.

Helen Willis lay back on her brown velvet bedspread, her ebony thighs clenched
tightly around the blonde head of her husband Tom. The only sounds in the room
were his fevered lapping and her rapid intake of air as she neared her third
climax. Tom hadn't been able to get it up in almost a year, but he hadn't lost
his enthusiasm for eating pussy. If anything, it had increased, providing Helen
with some relief from her frustration. The rest of that relief came in the form
of the big black dildo that lay at the bottom of her underwear drawer.

It was underneath her feminine hygiene products, where she knew Tom would never
look. Someone else had found it there though.

A flash of heat coursed through Helen as she remembered returning home to find
Florence stretched out on the bed, her uniform up around her waist, and the
dildo buried to the hilt in her clenching pussy. She had been over there to
clean up after a party the Willis' had, and not expecting anyone back for hours
had decided to snoop a little. After finding Helen's little toy, she decided to
relieve some tension with a quick cum before she got to work. Florence told
Helen all of this later during one of their many mutual masturbation sessions.
That first time, she was speechless, especially after Helen walked into the
bedroom and closed the door, stripping of her clothes and joining Florence on
the bed. Florence had no problem catching on quickly though as Helen took the
thick ebony shaft in her hands and began to guide it in and out of Florence's
wet mound.

Helen's thighs clenched and she could feel her orgasm approaching as Tom's
agile tongue flicked back and forth over her hard clit. Her own hands pulled
and pinched her cocoa colored nipples to match the rhythm of his sucking, and
she let out a small yell as waves of pleasure washed over her. Tom sat up, his
face shining with her juices, and leaned over to kiss her.

Helen pulled her legs closed reluctantly, returning Tom's kiss with a regretful
look at his limp cock. She would have to wait until later to fill her still
hungry pussy with something solid.

"Mama! Daddy!" Both jumped, startled to hear Jenny's voice from the living
room. Helen slipped on a robe and headed that way with Tom following. At the
last minute she glanced over at him and stifled a laugh.

"Tom, I think you'd better go wash your face first."

Tom turned as pink as a shrimp as he reached up and felt the juices starting to
dry on his face. Helen tightened the belt on her robe and went into the living
room. She was startled to see Lionel sitting on the sofa with Jenny.

"What are you two doing here? Jenny, I thought you were going to stay with your
friend Karen for the weekend. Nothing has happened has it?" Jenny stood up at
the sight of her mother's worried frown, pulling Lionel up with her.

"Something did happen, but something good."

"What, what happened, what did I miss?" They all turned as Tom came into the
room. Jenny walked over and gave him a kiss on his now squeaky clean cheek.

"Nothing Daddy, I was just about to tell Mama. Lionel asked me to marry him."
Both parents were silent for a moment, then talking all at once.

"That's great honey."

"Congratulations Lionel, you take care of my little girl." Hugs and kisses were
exchanged all around, and everything was harmonious until the kids got ready to
leave, then Tom slapped his forehead mockingly.

"Oh no, I just remembered, this means we'll be related to George!" Helen
reached over and pinched him playfully.

"Oh Tom, it won't be that bad, and on the bright side, now that we'll be part
of the family, we can borrow Florence more often." Helen's smile was cat in the
cream as she thought of the special new toy Florence had mentioned just that
morning.

"Well, what do you think?" Lionel and Jenny were in the elevator.

"Definitely. Mama was practically glowing." Lionel nodded and stepped closer to
Jenny, wrapping his arms around her slender waist.

"Yep, mine too, before they started arguing. They were all definitely having
sex." Jenny snuggled into Lionel, conscious of the hard bulge pressing into her
ass.

"Its weird thinking of them fooling around."

"Hey, I hope we're doing the same when we get their age. As a matter of fact, I
wouldn't mind a little something, now." His hands slid around her waist and up
to cup her breasts. Jenny leaned back against him as his strong hands kneaded
her tender flesh. she could feel his cock getting harder against her, and her
pussy started to wet in response. Lionel leaned over and traced his tongue up
her neck to her ear, sending a shiver through her body.

"Come on, let's go down to the boiler room."

Up against the wall of the boiler room, her legs around his waist, and his
long, hard cock buried in her, Jenny opened her mouth under Lionel's, thinking
what a lucky woman she was.

Lionel was a great guy and a great fuck. As she started on he second climax,
Jenny changed that to really great. Yeah she thought as she started to clench
around him, he was even worth being related to George Jefferson.

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