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Married with Children (spoof) chapters 5- 6
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
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Married . . .With Children Part 5: Back In The Saddle Again
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Kelly clung carefully to her tree perch. "This is SO stupid,"
she whispered. "I can't believe I'm sitting in a tree with my little
brother, waiting to videotape my Mom getting fucked by a stranger!"
As he peered intently into their parents' darkened bedroom, Bud
suddenly gestured to Kelly. "Quiet!" he hissed excitedly. "Mom's
opening the bedroom door!"
Kelly stared in and gasped at the sight. The door of the bedroom
framed a silhouette of her mother kissing passionately with a tall rugged
man. She saw Peg Bundy's hand reach out and flip on the bedroom light.
As Kelly looked on curiously, her mouth dropped open: she recognized the
man! It was-
"It's Jefferson!" whispered Bud. "Holy fuckin' shit!"
Kelly, for once in her life, was silent with shock. She thought
she'd seen it all (and then some), but here was her middle-aged Mom
swapping spit with the next-door neighbor as he tried to prod Peg's
tonsils with his tongue.
Her mother fell onto the bed panting, her blouse
half-unbuttoned. Jefferson pulled his polo shirt off over his head,
revealing his tanned muscular torso. He dropped to his knees, placed a
hand on the inside of each of her Mom's thighs, and pulled down the
zipper of her pants with his bare teeth! Through the window pane, Kelly
could hear Jefferson boldly say, "Peggy, I'm gonna fuck you like you
ain't never been fucked before!"
"Bud," Kelly said in a low voice, "you'd better be taping this!"
She heard her brother grunt affirmatively as he peered through the
viewfinder of the camera. Kelly looked on intently as her mother and the
handsome neighbor tore each others' clothes off . . .
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Jefferson pulled harder on the shanks of red hair grasped in his
hands. As he held the back of Peggy Bundy's head firmly, her soft wet
mouth slurped greedily on his swollen prick. Peg's stiff-nippled titties
bounced against his thighs as she quickened her cock-sucking pace.
Jefferson groaned as he looked down at the amazing view. Peg's eyes were
screwed tight while she bobbed her red lip-sticked mouth back and forth
on his dork with lightning speed. "Oh, Peggy!" he gasped out. "You give
head so much better- mmph- than Marcy!"
Peg couldn't hear Jefferson: she was too busy tasting the stiff
meat snack in her oral cavity. Her nostrils flared with her heavy
breathing. Each of her hands was cupping one of Jefferson's buns as she
tried vainly to stuff more hard cock into her mouth. Peggy's tongue and
throat worked hard to milk juicy sex-sap from the furry balls bumping
repeatedly into her chin.
Jefferson felt liquid heat boiling in his testicles. He moaned
gutturally. As sweat trickled down his chest, he clenched his butt
muscles tight and started to blow his wad. "It's a fucking gusher!" he
proclaimed proudly.
Peggy was in no position to argue - she was too busy trying to
swallow the sudden surge of semen pumping into her mouth. Gagging, she
tried to pull back but Jefferson selfishly hung on tight to the
red-haired mother's skull. Pulse after pulse of sticky ejaculate squirted
into her mouth, flooding it to the bursting point. Opening her mouth to
gasp for more air, thick gobs of saliva and cum spilled out onto her chin
and breasts.
As he yelped with orgasmic pleasure, Jefferson's knees buckled
and he clumsily sat on the floor. Peggy choked and gasped for air, her
mouth and throat burning with the crude taste of Jefferson's sperm. For
several moments, nothing was said as both of the horny fuckers caught
their breath. As Jefferson shook his head, he reached for his pants.
"Where are you going?" demanded Peggy as she tried to wipe the
white smears off her tits.
Jefferson raised his eyebrows. "Well, I'm done now-"
"Oh no you aren't, you bastard!" said Peggy in a menacing, almost
evil tone of voice. "We're just getting started!"
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Kelly watched, her small nipples hardening with desire as the
carnal scene continued in front of her. After gulping down her big
mouthful of cum, Peggy Bundy had pushed Jefferson onto his back. Climbing
on top of Jefferson, Kelly's mother had straddled the sex-for-money
stud. The two adults were now fucking their brains out: Peg was pounding
up and down on Jefferson's impaling penis, her large round boobs bouncing
with each stroke. The insatiable housewife's head lolled about as she
groaned, causing her long red hair to whip like a comet's tail. Drool and
dried cum coated Peggy's chin and chest. For his part, Jefferson merely
lay on the floor, grunting with pleasure as he held onto Peg's bucking
broad hips.
Kelly whispered to her brother Bud, "Shit, this is something
else, huh Bud? Bud?" She looked over when she heard no response. Her
eyes opened even wider with surprise: Bud was masturbating furiously
with his unbroken arm! In Kelly's excitement, she hadn't noticed Bud
unzip his pants. She stared with disgust at the sight of her very own
little brother flailing his curled fist on his- Wow!
The blonde girl couldn't help looking: for such a small guy, her
brother had a HUGE cock! Kelly blushed. Bud was hung better than just
about any other man she'd seen!
Bud was impervious to his sister's gaze: he was far too busy
gaping into the viewfinder as he pulled his prong. His hand stroked back
and forth. "Uh- I think- uh," Bud managed to croak out, "I think they're
gonna cum soon!"
Kelly reluctantly took her eyes from the sight of the big bobbing
prick next to her and looked into the bedroom window.
She saw that her Mom had increased her pumping speed. The
helpless Jefferson hung on for dear life to the redhead's hips as his own
ass bucked and bounced off the carpeted floor. "Oh God!" Kelly heard her
Mom shout, "I'm almost there!"
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"Hang on, bitch!" Jefferson gasped, "I'm- I'M- CUMMING!" In a
fury, he clutched Peggy's hips and rammed harder and faster into her
slippery wet vagina. Like a rocket blasting into space, a shot of
cock-cream fired up his rod into Peg. Scrunching his eyes, he grimaced as
wad after wad of cum tore almost painfully out of his dick. Peggy
grunted as she felt the hot tide of liquid fill her pussy. "I'M CUMMING
TOO!" she yelled.
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Bud groaned. "So am I!" he whispered through his clenched teeth.
With a spasm, his swollen cock-head spat out a lump of cum. The white
slime splattered on Kelly's blue-jean clad thigh.
"Hey!" hissed Kelly. "Fuck off!" She slapped at her brother as
his arm pumped repeatedly. Spinning toward the bedroom window, more cum
burst from his beating boner. Losing his foothold, Bud tottered on the
branch. He reached out with his semen-slicked hand and grabbed his
sister's bare arm. Shocked with the sudden wetness on her arm, she tried
to push Bud away and lost her footing. "Oh shit!" she said as they both
fell from the tree.
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Peggy rubbed the sweat from her eyes, then handed Jefferson his
pants. "Hurry up and get your ass out of here!" she ordered. "My kids
will be home soon!" Jefferson quickly pulled his clothes on. As he
quickly went to the bedroom door Peggy called after him, "Hey, Jefferson?"
The dazed and sore stud looked back at her with glazed eyes.
"Yeah?" he asked.
"Thanks a lot," the flame-haired woman grinned.
Jefferson shook his head. "No, ma'am," he mumbled. "Thank you, Peg!"
Peggy slowly put her clothes on and tidied up. As she looked out
the bedroom window at the large tree in the back yard, she noticed some
fresh streaks of white fluid dribbling down the glass. "Shit!" she
exclaimed. "Not those damn starlings again!"
Married . . .With Children Part 6: A Good Show On TV
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Al Bundy scratched at his nuts as he stared at Kelly and Bud.
"What the hell's with you two kids?" he asked. "How could anyone be so
damn clumsy?"
Sitting on the sofa beside him, Kelly rubbed at the bandage
covering her broken nose like a huge gauze beak. She turned and glared at
her brother Bud sitting in the armchair. "It's all Bud's fault!" she
stammered angrily. "If he hadn't hit me with his stupid-"
"Bat!" interrupted Bud as he stared back at Kelly meaningfully.
He held up his arm. "We were down at the park playing a ball game, and I-
uh-"
"Slipped with your bat, Bud?" Kelly finished, biting out each syllable.
"Cut it out, you two!" ordered their father. "I'm tired of your
bickering. Which reminds me: where's your mother?"
Bud shrugged (ouch!). "When we came in the house from the, uh,
ball game, she was out. I dunno where she is."
"I'd like to know where she is too," said Kelly. "Bud and I need
to talk to her."
Al snickered. "Who knows? Maybe she's out grocery shopping."
The three Bundy family members looked at each other, then burst into
laughter. Al then stood up. "When your Mom gets home," he said, "let her
know I've gone in the car to the nudie bar to watch the peelers!"
The two teenagers waited for their father to leave, then popped
the video tape they'd made that afternoon into the VCR. "Let's hope this
session turned out as good as the last one." said Kelly.
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At that moment, Peggy Bundy was pushing a shopping cart through
the local food mart. Peg threw food randomly into the buggy as she
stumbled in a semi-daze. What's wrong with me, she thought; I can't stop
thinking about sex! Ever since her marathon fuck with Jefferson several
hours before, her pussy had been throbbing with desire. Peggy frowned.
She knew it had been a while since her last fuck, but even so, she should
have "settled down" by now! She was surprised that shopping (even just
for groceries) hadn't taken her mind off her illicit sex fling.
Peggy stopped in the vegetable section as something caught her
eye. She walked over to the bin and read the sign above. Cucumbers, it
said; half-price! Peg reached out and grasped one of the long green
veggies. She hefted it in her hand. It felt so good: cool, crisp, and
tasty. You could do a lot of things with a cuke like this, she thought.
Peggy put the ripe vegetable into her cart next to a large salami sausage.
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Jefferson picked up the receiver of his ringing phone. "Hello,
this is the D'arcy residence," he answered. Maybe it was Peggy phoning,
he hoped; his cock was still turgid and horny from the afternoon rendezvous.
A strangely-accented voice spoke. "Mr. D'Arcy? This is Dr. Wong,"
the caller said. "I have very, very bad news!"
Dr. Wong, remembered Jefferson, was the herbalist from Chinatown.
He wondered what the old fart was phoning him for. "Go on," he answered,
rubbing his fingers against his inflated bulge.
"Potion I give you today all wrong!" Wong said in his thick
Chinese accent. "I got wrong mixture of ingredients in love potion!"
Jefferson scratched his dick. "What do you mean? It worked great!"
"Oh no!" yelled Wong. "You took potion?"
"Yes," answered Jefferson in puzzlement. "Why?"
Wong sounded very upset. "Potion not good for two hours like
normal!" exclaimed Dr. Wong. "That love potion good for two weeks!"
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As the taxi droned through the streets, Peg pressed her hand
between her thighs. She looked at the taxi driver in front of her. A
thick layer of glass was between them to protect the driver from
muggers. The streets were busy and the driver seemed distracted. Fuck
it, she thought.
Peggy unzipped her tight polyester pants and pushed both them and
her undies halfway down her thighs. Reaching into a grocery bag, she
pulled out the cucumber. Watching the driver to make sure he wasn't
catching on, Peg put the thick raw pickle next to her vaginal lips. She
used both hands to carefully feed the long ridged cuke into her wet hot
cunt. Biting her tongue, she slowly pushed a few inches of the cucumber
in. "Mmm," she moaned.
The taxi driver turned around. Luckily for Peg, he saw just her
head and shoulders. "Hey lady," the cabbie said. "Relax! We is gonna be
stuck in this traffic fer a while!"
"Oh!" Peggy Bundy grunted in a daze. "Oh!- Kay!"
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"Damn!" said Bud in amazement. He rewound the tape using his
unbroken arm. "Let's watch that again!"
Kelly grinned, her nose bandage making her look a bit like a
witch. "With this tape," she smirked, "we'll be able to black-mail Mom
into giving us money for a new car!"
"Or to pay for my tuition!" laughed Bud. As Bud rewound the
video, Kelly sashayed into the kitchen, her buns wiggling nicely in a
tight leather miniskirt she had changed into.
"I'm thirsty," she said. Opening the fridge, Kelly looked inside.
"Hey Bud!" Kelly called out. "Mom made grape kool-aid. You want some?"
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"There is no antidote!" Wong told Jefferson.
Jefferson shrugged and laughed. "Oh well, Doc," the for-hire stud
grinned, "I guess my wife Marcy will have to put up with me for a couple
of weeks!"
Wong snorted. "Make sure to destroy all potion. Otherwise sex
drive go crazy for two full weeks!"
"Take it easy," said Jefferson. Man oh man, he thought, Peggy's
gonna be breaking down my door for more of my good stuff! "Don't worry,
Doc, it's all used up-"
Suddenly it hit him: what if Al drank some of the left-over
kool-aid? I won't get a chance to pork Peggy again, the gigolo thought.
"OH SHIT!" he shouted. Jefferson dropped the phone, grabbed his jacket
and ran to the door. As he reached the door, it opened. In walked Marcy,
his short domineering wife.
"Where do you think you're going?" demanded Marcy. As Jefferson
tried to think of an excuse, she pushed him toward the kitchen. "It's
your turn to cook dinner tonight!" she scolded.
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Peggy paid the cabbie in cash, her face bearing a funny glazed
smile. As the driver thumbed through the dollar bills, he watched Peg
stagger toward the door of the house with her shopping bags. "Hey lady!"
he yelled. "Are youse okay?"
"Oh yes!" Peggy smirked at him. "I feel terrific!" After watching
the taxi drive away, Peg unlocked the door and walked in. She saw Kelly
and Bud watching a video on TV. As she walked past them into the
kitchen, she called over her shoulder, "I felt like getting some food
into the house for a change."
Putting the groceries away, she noticed it was strangely silent.
Peggy looked into the living room. Both teenagers were staring at her
with mischievous grins as they sipped some kool-aid she'd made earlier in
the day. "Kids? What's wrong?" Peg asked. Then she stepped into living
room and froze with shock at what she saw. On the TV screen, she saw a
blurry video image of herself, buck-naked, bobbing her open mouth up and
down on Jefferson's jutting prick!
"You- you bastards!" the red-haired woman shouted.
Bud grinned and hit the fast-forward with his good arm. "Wait,"
he said as he gulped more grape drink. "There's more to come!" Peggy
looked at the screen again. She saw herself riding horsey-style on
Jefferson as he lay on the floor, writhing in ecstasy. Although the
picture was fuzzy, there was no doubt as to whom was on the tape.
"There's no use in getting mad," warned her daughter, a smirk
half-hidden by the nose bandage. Calmly sipping at her glass, she said,
"We've hidden a copy, so you can keep this one as a souvenir!"
Peggy started to cry. "You little shits!" she said to her teenage
children. "Why did you do this? You wouldn't- no!"
"What's that?" smiled Bud evilly. "Black-mail our own mother? Why
as a matter of fact, yes we would!"
"We're doing this for your own good, Mom," Kelly jumped in.
"After all the complaining you've done about lack of sex, we're going to
make sure you get all the sex you could ever want!"
"Wha-what do you mean?" their mother stuttered as she wiped tears
from her eyes.
"Remember the little chat we told the escort service to give
you?" replied Bud. "We asked them to let you know what being an escort
was like."
Peggy's face went red. Tears trickled down her face, splashing
onto her impressive tits. "I can't ever work a job like that!" she wailed.
"Yes, you can." Kelly took a swig of the purple drink in her
hand. She felt flushed with the excitement of black-mailing her mother.
"You can, and you will."
Bud handed his mother a kleenix. It was strange, he thought; he
should feel awful for making his mother cry, but instead he felt gleeful.
With shock, he realized the sight of his Mom blubbering and crying away
was arousing him: he could feel his penis starting to get hard! "It's
simple," he explained. "You'll start working for them as soon as you
can. You'll split the money fifty-fifty with us, or we give the tape to
Dad!"
Kelly leaned forward excitedly. "It's a win-win situation!" she
giggled. "You get lots of sex, we all get lots of money, and Daddy
doesn't know anything!"
Peg lost it. "You- you- I hate you both!" she screamed. Peggy
ran upstairs, crying and sniffling. As she marched up the flight of
stairs, Bud appreciatively watched his Mom's round hooters spring up and
down. His cock stiffened still more.
He turned to his sister. "I'm going upstairs to give Mom more
instructions," he said to Kelly. "Better hide the video." He walked to
the stairs and called over to his sister, "If Dad comes home, keep him busy."
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