...mer checked Bart’s room, since it was the closest to his own bedroom, while Marge took her pleasant leisurely stroll to Lisa’s room. Homer didn’t even usually bother to check, and only half heartedly glanced into Bart’s room, vaguely seeing the boy under his covers, still in a mental dialogue with himself regarding how lousy Flanders was compared to him, even though he had just lost a poker game to Flanders, who had never played such a rebellious game in his life.
Lisa had a bit more to worry about. Always the benevolent mother, Marge usually came to give her little girl a good night kiss, despite Lisa being way too old for such ‘cute’ habits. She struggled to keep her breathing normal. The cum felt so nice dribbling down to her tits, and she worried with deep breaths those horny erect nipples would be visible even through the blankets as they rose and fell with her breath. Her face was hastily wiped off with her hand, but beads of cum still accentuated it in look and smell. Miraculously, Marge simply opened the door, saw what she thought was Lisa innocently sleeping, made an ‘awe" voice to herself, and walked away.
Her cum soaked fingers began work on her snatch; Lisa and Bart hadn’t progressed as far as usual, and she needed rel...