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Archive name: marriedx.txt (FFm, FF, inc, exh, parody)
Authors name: Doctor XXX (Address withheld by request)
Story title : Married With Children: The Camera

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Married With Children: The Camera (FFm, FF-1st, inc, 
exh, sitcom-parody)
by Doctor XXX (Address withheld by request)

***

A parody of "Married With Children" in which Peg and 
Marcy get it on. The plot thickens when Peg's son Bud, 
comes home unexpectedly to catch them at it.

***

Peg Bundy was sitting on the couch, eating bon-bons and 
watching Oprah on television when the doorbell rang. It 
was her next-door neighbor Marcy D'arcy.

"Hi Peg," said Marcy flopping down next to her on the 
couch, "I just needed somebody to talk to. I'm so lonely 
without Jefferson."

Marcy's husband Jefferson, along with Peg's husband Al, 
had supposed gone off on a week long "fishing" trip at a 
remote lake in Wisconsin. Peggy suspected that they were 
spending most of their time at a nudie bar near the 
lake.

"I don't know if I can make it a week without...you 
know," said Marcy.

"You'll live," said Peg. "I've gone twenty years without 
'you know'"

"That's easy for you, you're married to Al. I'm married 
to JEFFERSON."

"Gee, thanks."

"I'm sorry. You know what I mean. Hey, what's the topic 
on Oprah?"

"Lesbian marriages."

"Oh, well that's interesting. I'm FOR that you know. 
Equal rights for everybody, that's what I say. Of 
course, I'm not a lesbian myself or anything."

"Of course not," said Peg.

"Not that there's anything WRONG with it."

"Nothing at all."

They watched in silence for a while, and finished off 
the chocolates.

"You know, I'm not saying I would be interested in that 
stuff PERSONALLY or anything, but I can ...well...sort 
of understand how a woman might be attracted to another 
woman. Do you know what I mean?"

"Sure."

"I mean especially if there aren't any men around or 
anything. Women need affection, you know, and I can see 
how two women could turn to each other in a time of 
need. It wouldn't necessarily make them lesbians would 
it?"

"I don't see how."

"I mean, they still love men and everything."

"Of course they do."

"It's just that women need AFFECTION, damn it. I need 
it. YOU need it."

"I need it?"

"Damn right you do. Al doesn't appreciate you, you know. 
You're a very attractive woman."

"Oh, baloney," said Peg, waving Marcy away, embarrassed.

"It's not baloney at all, it's true. Al doesn't know how 
lucky he is. Why, if I was Al Bundy I would..."

"You would what?"

'Well, I would satisfy your needs!"

"Ooh, do tell," said Peggy leaning in closer. "How 
exactly would you satisfy them?"


Marcy flushed red and looked down at the carpet, 
embarrassed.

"It's ok," said Peg, "you can tell me. I want to hear 
it." She put a hand on Marcy's knee, just below the 
hemline of her skirt, and gently squeezed.

"I would pleasure you, you know... orally. Women need 
that, and men are terrible at it, if they do it at all."

"Al sure doesn't," said Peg, slowly sliding her hand up 
under Marcy's skirt, "I would die for some really good 
head."

"I've never... done that... to a girl," said Marcy. "But 
I'm sure I would be really good at it. I know what women 
like."

"I bet you do," said Peggy. She slid the edge of her 
hand all the way up between Marcy's legs. 

"Your panties are wet," said Peg, fondling Marcy's 
sodden crotch through her underwear.

"I know," said Marcy breathlessly, "Please don't stop 
doing that?"

Peg slipped two fingers under the crotch band of Marcy's 
panties and found the slippery, fur-lined lips of her 
pussy.

"I don't think it would hurt anything if we just did it 
once," said Peggy. "Nobody would even have to know."

"Of course not," panted Marcy

"I've always wanted to try it with a girl, just once." 
Peg easily slipped a finger into Marcy's wet cooze.

"Me too," said Marcy, squirming. "God Peg, you do that 
really well."

"I know what women like," said Peg, "do you want me to 
kiss it?"

"Yes."

"Do you want me to lick it?"

"OH, Jesus fuck, YES!"

"Ok, you first," said Peg, suddenly pulling her hand 
back from between Marcy's legs.

Peg stood up and peeled of her tight spandex pants. She 
removed her top and then unfastened her bra. Her heavy 
tits hung free. Her thick, red nipples were long and 
erect. She stood before her gaping neighbor in nothing 
but her panties.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" asked Peg. Get naked.

Peg sat on the couch and played with herself through her 
panties as Marcy quickly disrobed. She left her clothes 
in a heap on the floor and stood in front of Peg. Marcy 
had smaller breasts than Peg, but they were perky with 
stiff pink nipples. Her body was slender and she had a 
light brown bush of curly pubic hair.

"Can I eat your pussy now?" asked Marcy.

"Oh god yes," said Peggy, spreading her legs.

Marcy knelt between Peg's thighs. Peggy's thick red 
pubic hair curled out from the crotch of her panties. 
Marcy ran her tongue along the hollows of Peggy's 
thighs, eliciting a groan. She sucked at Peg's thick 
vulva through her panties. Marcy removed Peg's soggy 
underwear and grinned, "I've always wanted to go down on 
a woman. I'm glad it's you.

She buried her face in Peggy's bushy red muff. She 
lapped at the ruddy, meaty lips of her cunt. She sucked 
on Peg's swollen clitoris. She probed her musky slot 
with her tongue. Peg moaned and squirmed and humped her 
furry gash against Marcy's face.

Marcy licked the crack of Peggy's ass. She put her 
tongue inside her asshole and made Peggy come.

"Oh, fuck, Marcy, that's terrific. That's the best 
fucking head I've ever gotten."

It was Peg's turn. Marcy stood up and pulled Peg's face 
forward into her muff. Peggy gave as good as she got. 
She squeezed the cheeks of Marcy's ass with both hands 
as she licked her slippery slit.

"Let's sixty-nine," said Peggy after Marcy had her 
orgasm.

They were on the floor in that position, with Peg on 
top, gobbling each other's cunts when Peg's son Bud 
unexpectedly came home. Bud stood frozen in the living 
room staring for a moment. They hadn't noticed him yet. 
He stared, mesmerized at the scenario on the floor. His 
mom had her ass towards him and he could see her red, 
furry gash as Mrs. D'arcy ate it. Just by chance, Bud 
had been at a community college photography class and he 
had his camera with him. He thought for a moment and 
then started snapping pictures.

"My god, Bud, what are you doing? Why are you home?" 
asked Peg aghast as Bud walked around them, snapping 
from different angles.

Peg and Marcy scrambled to untangle themselves and cover 
their bodies with their arms. 

"I think Dad and Mr. D'arcy would be very interested in 
seeing these pictures," said Bud rather smugly.

"You're not showing those pictures to anybody, mister," 
said Marcy

"And why not?"

"Ok, Bud, how much do you want?" asked Marcy, "I'll get 
my checkbook."

"I don't want money," said Bud.

"Well then what do you want?"

Bud grinned and set the camera down. "I want some 
pussy."

He unzipped his jeans.

"You have to be kidding, Bud," said Peg

"No way, mister" said Marcy.

Bud pulled his jeans down and exposed an enormous, 
throbbing hard-on.

"My god, Bud, I had no idea," said Peg with a funny 
smile.

"My god you're HUGE," said Marcy, "maybe we CAN work 
something out."

She crawled towards him on the floor and took his giant 
cock with both hands."

"Marcy, he's my SON!" said Peg.

"He's not MY son," said Marcy and she took him in her 
mouth.

Peg watched, bemused, as her son had his cock sucked. 
She had to admit, it was a magnificent cock. Too bad it 
was her son.

Well maybe if she just held his balls a little bit.

She crawled over just to watch... and maybe just touch a 
teeny tiny bit. She cupped his heavy scrotum as Marcy 
fellated him. Bud reached out to fondle Peggy's tits. 
Well, that was probably pretty harmless. She found her 
own hand caressing his cock as it plunged in and out of 
Marcy's mouth. She kissed his balls.

Then they pushed him onto his back on the floor and they 
were both gobbling his cock. They lapped up his semen as 
it boiled out of his swollen knob. He stayed hard.

"I'm gonna fuck him," said Marcy, climbing astraddle his 
hips. Peg helped to guide his rigid tool up into Marcy's 
sopping twat. While Marcy bounced up and down on Bud's 
priapic boner, he begged his mother to sit on his face. 
Peg was now so horny that she didn't hesitate. She 
squatted over his face and let him eat her hairy gash. 
He wasn't even that bad at it. He actually made her come 
once or twice.

Marcy got herself off on Bud's dick and then it was 
Peggy's turn. Bud wanted her doggy style. She got on all 
fours on the floor and he stuffed his massive dong into 
her furry red fuck-hole. It didn't take long to bring 
his mother to climax. 

Bud then pulled his organ out of her cunt and slid the 
head of his cock up the crack of her ass. He pressed his 
knob against her brown puckered anus and slowly eased 
the length of his dick into her asshole. 

Marcy watched and masturbated as Bud fucked his mother 
up the ass. He came hard, pumping spurt after spurt of 
hot thick sperm into her rectum. He then collapsed on 
the floor. His shrinking, dribbling dork on his belly.

"Ok, mister," said Marcy, "I want that film."

"Oh, there isn't any film," said Bud with a smile, "the 
camera wasn't loaded."

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. 

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