"You and Milhouse are now toys for me and Mom." Lisa stated in a matter of fact tone, a smile pulling at her lips. Not a second later Marge Simpson entered the room giggling happily. She was was much more sensual than usual, gone was her usual strapless green dress, replaced by dark satin bra and panties. She leaned forward to look at the two trapped boys, giving both of them a nice look at her giant cleavage.
"You see boys," Marge began, licking her lips, "we decided that the two of you have caused enough trouble for us. So now, to make up for it, you two will be our toys. And don't think anyone will think to look for you, because Milhouse's parents are on another trip and Homer is out of town again." Marge then grabbed Bart and Milhouse's jars, one in each hand, and turned to Lisa.
"How do you want to do this mom?" Lisa asked, "Should we take turns with them or take one each and do our own thing?"
"Well Lisa, if we take both at once then one of us would be left out, so I think you should take one and I will take one so we can both have some fun. We can switch every day."
"Sounds good to me, mom. Here, you can have Milhouse. I want Bart first cause he destroyed my new Malibu Stacy doll." Lisa took Bart's jar from her mother and Marge left the room.
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