From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Married With Children [1/4]
Date: 6 Mar 1996 20:23:35 GMT

		       Married... With Children
			       Part One
			  Bud Gets An Eyeful

	"Argh," sighed Bud as he trudged up to the door of the Bundy
home, his feet leaving prints in the cold November slush. What a life,
he thought: first a long day of classes, and now another boring and
lonely night of doing assignments. Bud had to work hard just to get
average marks in his freshman engineering classes, but it would have
been nice to have a bit of a social life. Oh well, he thought as he
scratched at his goatee, I guess I just suffer from the Bundy curse.

	His father's beat-up old Dodge wasn't in the driveway, so Bud
knew his Dad was still at the shoe shop. How pathetic, he thought.
His father had been working for roughly twenty years at the mall, and
had nothing to show for it.

	Bud unlocked the door and walked into the silent house,
stepping over his snoring dog Buck. Hmm, funny, he thought: usually
his mother Peggy would be planted on the sofa watching the soap operas
on TV. He walked over to the fridge to grab a snack; a Cheez Whiz and
mayo sandwich. As he wolfed down the snack, Bud let out a yawn. Geez,
he thought, guess today's classes were even more boring than usual.
Bud slowly walked up the stairs to his room. After putting his
notebook on his study desk, he turned off his bedroom light and lay on
the bed to take a quick nap.

	Just as he started to drift to sleep, Bud thought he heard
some strange noises from down the hall. Worried it might be a burglar
(although why would a burglar bother with their residence?), he
grabbed a baseball bat and crept quietly out into the hallway. He
realized the sounds were coming from his parents' bedroom. Hmph;
probably just his Mom cleaning the room - what the? Bud suddenly got
very worried; it was nowhere near time for his mother's monthly house
cleaning!

	Bud stole up to the closed door and put his ear to it. He
heard his Mom mumbling to herself...

				* * *

	"Oh, it's been six months since Al has even touched me!" cried
Peg Bundy into her pillow. The forty-something woman sobbed as she
patted at her mane of bright red hair. "God, it's so-ooo frustrating!"
She let go of the tear-soaked pillow and sat up on her bed. "Why not?"
Peggy asked herself out loud, "Why won't my husband make love to me?"

	Peg looked at her reflection in the mirror near the bed. "Am I
that bad looking?" she asked no one in particular. She stood up and
turned sideways to examine herself in the mirror. She was pleased with
what she saw; she still had an hour-glass shaped figure despite her
lazy lifestyle. She cupped her large bust with her hands. Her round
prominent breasts stretched the fabric on her tight cheap sweater;
thank Dow Chemical for implants!

	Peg's hands moved downwards: she still had a reasonably slim
waist line. She swiveled and examined her ample rear end. For some men
it might have been a bit too well-rounded, but Peggy had caught the
occasional man still looking at it. She wondered what those men
thought of her behind; perhaps they were fantasizing, fantasizing
about grasping a fleshy cheek with one hand as the other hand slowly-

	Peg burst into tears and plopped down on the bed. "What's the
use!" she bawled. "I don't think I'll ever get laid again!" Peggy
reached over to her nightstand and opened a drawer. "If you want
something done," she groaned out, "you've got to do it yourself!"

				* * *

	Bud's right eye was nearly popping out of the socket as he
peered through the keyhole of his parents' bedroom door. His mother
had pulled a small pink vibrator out of her small night dresser! After
all the complaining about lack of sex his mother had voiced out loud
in front of him, his sister and the entire neighborhood, Bud had
suspected his Mom must resort to some sort of self-abuse, but this was
a shock!

	Bud started to leave, but saw his mother's other hand reach
down to the hemline of her cheap polyester skirt. Mesmerized, he
couldn't tear his virgin eyes from the sight in front of him...

				* * *

	Peg Bundy pulled her skirt up and looked down at herself. Peg
had long slim legs; her calf muscles were well-defined from all the
walking she did when mall-shopping. Her skin was very fair-colored,
and silky smooth. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of her
plain black panties and slowly drew them down her thighs. Her flame-
colored triangle of tightly curled pubic hairs was neatly trimmed (not
that Al would ever notice, she thought crossly). Crooking her left
leg, she pulled one foot free of the panties and kicked them across
the bedroom. Peg flicked the power button of the pink sex toy and
brought the small blunt instrument toward her waiting vagina. "Come on
baby!" she said to herself with a small sardonic laugh, "Come to
Momma!"

	As the bedroom filled with the electric buzzing sound, she
slowly rubbed the tip of the small artificial penis against her outer
love lips. "Mmm," moaned Peggy, "this is gonna feel so-ooo good!"
Working the vibrator with her left hand, she stuck her right index
finger into her lip-sticked mouth and wet it with a mouthful of gooey
saliva. Reaching down to her waiting pussy, Peg started to rub softly
at her stiffening clitoris with her spit-slicked finger while rubbing
at her labia with the buzzing toy. As her vagina started to wet with
natural juices, she slowly worked the tip of the vibrator toward her
clit.

	"Oh, shit!" Peggy groaned huskily. "Sometimes I think this is
better than a real cock!"

				* * *

	Bud's mouth hung open as he peeped through the keyhole. While
the keyhole didn't offer a very good view, there was no doubt what he
saw: his own Mom was giving her pussy one hell of a good frigging!

	Bud was puzzled: while he was shocked and embarrassed, he also
felt excited. He couldn't help himself; despite the fact that it was
his own mother, Bud was quickly getting a raging hard-on. What's wrong
with me, he thought. Do I really want to do it with my own Mom? Uggh!

	He watched as it became obvious that his mother was working
herself to a climax. Mrs. Bundy's hands were pumping and stroking away
between her thighs as if her life depended on it. She was starting to
squirm and thrash on the bed, and she was making no attempt to keep
quiet about it. Peg Bundy's head rolled left and right, and her back
arched, causing her large tits to shake and jiggle like bowls of stiff
Jello.

	"I oughtta be ashamed of myself," Bud thought as he reached down
and grasped his swollen boner through his corduroy pants; there's no
way I should be thinking about screwing my very own mother! As he
stroked his stiff pecker through his pants, Bud peered in at his
mothers' thrashing thighs. "Oh God," he heard her half-scream, "I'd do
anything for a big stiff cock now!!"

	Well, well, thought Bud, maybe I can turn this to my
advantage: a scheme had occurred to him, one that might solve two
problems at the same time...

				* * *

	Peg's hips were rocking and swiveling as she sawed fingers in
and out of her wet gaping cunt while rubbing the pink vibrator hard
against her clit. "OH- OH SHIT!" she yelled out. "I'M GONNA- OH SHIT-
OH! OH! I'M GONNA FUCKING CUM!!"

	Her plump ass cheeks were lifting clear off the bed with each
plunge of her pumping fingers. "OH SWEET JESUS!" Peggy cried out. "I-
OH!- THINK I- I CAN SEE YOUR HOLY LIGHT!! OH YES!!"

	Hot pangs of pleasure leapt out from Peg Bundy's flaming
vagina and rocked through her entire body. She gasped incoherently as
she lost control. The vibrator slipped out of her wet fingers and slid
over her thigh to the bed cover. Her legs kicked and spasmed as she
drooled and mumbled sweet nothings to herself. "Oh God! Fuck yes!" she
groaned.

	Slowly, Peggy calmed down and relaxed. As her breathing
slowed, she gasped and sniffed, curling up into a fetal ball. She
turned off the little buzzing instrument of love and sighed to
herself, "That was a miracle!" With a chuckle, she added
sarcastically, "If my Al could do anything like that, it _would_ be a
miracle!

				* * *

	Bud watched his mother lie exhausted on the bed. Wow, he
thought as he groped at his stiff dick, that's something else. I'd
better get back to my room before I'm caught-

	Bud was startled as he heard a faint cough from the end of the
hallway! Turning, he saw his sexy blonde sister Kelly grinning at him
as she stared down at his obvious bulge! She opened her mouth to say
something, but stopped when Bud frantically waved at her to be quiet.
She crooked her finger and beckoned him into her bedroom. Glumly, Bud
walked into her room and carefully shut the door behind him.

	Kelly grinned wickedly at him. "Busted," she whispered over-
dramatically. "Well, Grandmaster Boner-puller, what do you have to say
for yourself now?"

	Bud started to explain what he'd seen, but was stopped short
after a few words.

	"Oh for crying out loud, Bud!" Kelly said as she rolled her
eyes and stared up at the ceiling. "You _just_ noticed now that Mom
uses a vibrator?"

	"You know all about it?" Bud asked in surprise.

	Kelly laughed knowingly and shrugged her shoulders. "Shit,
yeah! Who do you think told her where to buy- er, um-" The tall
slender blonde suddenly got a very red face. As Bud grinned at her
embarrassment, she snapped at him, "I read about vibrators in a book
somewhere!"

	"You actually read a book?" asked Bud in mock surprise. "It
must have been a picture book!"

	Kelly glared at him. "You're a fine one to talk! At least both
Mom and I know what we're missing out on when we masturbate!"

	Bud started to make a retort but then said something else.
"Kelly, look. We're brother and sister, right? We should work together
for what we want, right?"

	"If you're suggesting that you and I- Uggh!" grimaced Kelly.

	Bud sighed. "No, oh unnatural-blonde one! Shut up and listen:
I have a plan... " As Kelly listened, Bud revealed his idea.

		       Married... With Children
			       Part Two
			    Out On A Limb

	"Daddy," asked the lovely Kelly over the dinner table, "Can I
have a car?"

	Al Bundy, shoe salesman extraordinaire, stared at his
daughter. Letting out a belch as he scratched at the sweat-stained
armpit of his shirt, the head of the Bundy household started to laugh
slightly. He grabbed the now-empty pizza box and heaved it at the
kitchen sink as he stood and strode over to the sofa. Flopping down in
the old ratty couch, he flipped on the television to "Wheel of
Fortune" and tucked his hand in his pants to scratch at his balls.

	"Pumpkin," Al said as he looked back at his teenage daughter,
"No problem! Which do you prefer, a Mercedes or a Porsche?!?" With
that, Al started laughing and howling at his own feeble sense of
humor.

	Kelly looked puzzled. "Well, that's stupid!" she exclaimed. "A
Porsche, of course- they're faster."

	Al Bundy shook his head and stared at the TV set. "Man," he
said out loud, "That Vanna's got some set of hooters!" Al scratched at
his beginnings of a pot-belly, and looked back at his daughter. You
know, he thought, if she wasn't my flesh-and-blood... He looked at
Kelly in appreciation as she flipped through one of her mother's
gossip magazines.

	Kelly was fairly tall, with shoulder length blonde hair. She
had a slender model's body, with small proudly-jutting breasts, long
wispy legs (currently sticking out from yet another leather
miniskirt), and a delicious-looking plum-cheeked hiney. Why, oh why,
thought Al, does she have to be my daughter? Then again, he thought
bitterly, how do I really know she is mine - that damn mother of
hers...

	"Yes, Daddy?" asked Kelly as she caught his stare.

	Al shook his head. "Umm, I was just thinking of your mother,
dear. Where is that behemoth, anyways?"

	Kelly bit her lower lip. "She's upstairs, again!" She glared
meaningfully at her father, but he turned and stared back at the TV
set.

	"Huh - she sure spends a lot of time up there," Al mumbled as
he scratched at his ear. "All right! `Baywatch' is on now! Hooter
mania!" The couch potato father fumbled for the remote.

	Kelly walked over, sat beside her father, and put her arm
around him. Uggh, she thought, I sure wish Daddy'd take his monthly
shower. "Daddy, _if_ I could afford a car, you'd let me buy one,
wouldn't you?" She looked at her father and bit her lip again.

	Al looked at his daughter's face as she bit at her lower lip.
Mmm, he thought, I have something else I'd like her to nibble on...
"Oh yes, pumpkin," he replied in a patronizing, sarcastic tone of
voice. "_If_ you could afford to buy one!"

	Kelly nodded. "Thanks Daddy," she replied. Little did her
father know...

	"Say," said Al, glancing around the room. "Where's Bud?"

	"Oh," said Kelly worriedly, "he went back to the college to
get some equipment for one of his class experiments."

				* * *

	At that very moment, Bud Bundy was struggling to climb a tree
beside the Bundy home. It would have been difficult enough to climb
the tree in the cold rainy night, but while Bud was using one hand to
grasp at the tree branches, he used the other to steady the knapsack
he had thrown on his back. The small back pack was heavy with
equipment he'd borrowed from the Audio-Visual club at the university;
well, not really borrowed, but they'd get the equipment back soon
enough.

	Finally, Bud sighed to himself in relief, I'm at the top. He
settled into a crook and opened the sack. Carefully he pulled out a
video camera with a special infrared lens. The lens was supposed to be
used for night-time filming of outdoors events. Heh, thought Bud, this
little camera will soon be seeing a'plenty! He strapped the camera to
the branch with bungee cords and aimed the camera at his parents'
bedroom window only a few feet away. Bud looked over at the window:
the room was dimly lit and nothing could be seen. Carefully adjusting
the night-vision lens, he peered through the camera viewfinder. Bud
gasped: he couldn't believe what he saw! The image was a somewhat
grainy monotone, but Bud could easily make out details: it was as if
he were standing in the room on a cloudy day!

	Bud looked around the bedroom. His mother must be in the
shower; her clothes were laid out on the bed. Bud gazed at the black
panties, skirt and tight sweater that his curvaceous mother had been
wearing earlier in the day. Thinking back over the events of the day,
Bud's prick started to stiffen. He groaned; it figured that he would
be getting a woody while up in a tree.

	Bud saw some movement as the bedroom door swung open; he
quickly hit the record button. He grinned as he saw his Mom walk into
the room wearing a satin bathrobe, with her wet hair up in a towel.
Bud kept his finger over the record button, taping any events he might
see.

				* * *

	Peggy Bundy stood sullenly in the bedroom. It seemed so unfair
to her. After standing in the hot warm water of her lengthy shower,
her body tingled all over. She needed a man desperately, but her
impotent husband was sitting on his butt watching TV. As she started
to blow-dry her hair, she could her him bellowing from downstairs,
"Man, that C.J.'s got some set of hooters!"

	Peg turned off the blow dryer and looked in the bedroom
mirror. What's wrong with _my_ hooters, she asked herself. She opened
her robe up and cupped her ample breasts in her hands while looking
over each fleshy hemisphere carefully. Her tits were very round and
full, with virtually no sag. Of course, she thought with a faint
smirk, silicon usually doesn't droop. She touched her large reddish-
brown nipples. Each milk bud was circled by a cookie-sized pink
areole. Peg sighed: once upon a time, her husband Al had enjoyed
"nibbling her cookies," but not lately.

	Peggy let the robe fall open and looked over her body. She
smiled slightly at what she saw: though a few pounds had settled to
her hips over the years, she knew she still had a body most men would
find sexually stimulating. A faint flush of desire swept over her.
Losing her smile, she opened up her nightstand and pulled out her
small trusty electric friend. Peg swept her robe wide and sat down on
the edge of the bed. With the flick of a switch, she filled the room
with the familiar buzzing sound.

				* * *

	"Ouch!" muttered Bud to himself as his stiff dick throbbed at
his zipper. He stared intently into the viewfinder as he watched his
Mom masturbate furiously. What a sex fiend! Peg was rubbing the pink
vibrator against her clitoris and vaginal lips as she twisted and
pulled a nipple with one hand. Bud couldn't believe the sight. Her
nipples were very hard; Bud guessed they must be as big as sewing
thimbles. As her teenage son looked on, Peg threw her head back. Her
wet tongue snaked out of her mouth as she licked and bit at the air.
Peggy slowly lay back on the bed as she continued to exercise her
clasping cunt muscles.

	"To hell with it!" whispered Bud. "Man, I need some fucking
relief!" He reached down and tugged his pants open. Bud's fierce angry
cock popped out of his jeans. Holding the viewfinder steady with one
hand, he grabbed hold of his boner and starting yanking back and forth
on it. His penis was as stiff as it had ever been in any high school
math class. Pounding his fist on his cock, Bud watched his mother pick
up the pace of her feverish clit-buzzing. Bud realized his Mom was
very close to cumming.

				* * *

	"Shit! Oh- oh God I'm horny!" hissed Peggy Bundy loudly. She
tried with feeble success to keep quiet as she felt the volcanic
energy of a massive orgasm building within her throbbing pussy. She
rubbed the vibrator closer and closer to her sensitive clitoris.
Gasping and groaning, she moved her hand from her pointy nipples down
to her vagina. Peg thrust her index finger into her lipped nest and
rubbed back and forth. Her knees crooked as her legs spasmed with the
almost painful sensations of pleasure searing through her entire body.

	"Oh- OH GOD!" the lusty homemaker moaned out. "I'M CUMMING!"

				* * *

	Bud gasped as his cock exploded into orgasm. "Uggh!" he
grunted as his inflamed wang fired a hot salvo of white cock-snot.
Ropey strands of cum arced out through the air as his body lurched
with ecstasy. Bud's legs jerked and spasmed. "Oh shit!" Bud cried as
he lost his footing and fell from the tree.

				* * *

	In her bedroom, Peg Bundy floated down from the blissful world
of orgasm. "Ahhh," she sighed happily. Once a few moments had gone by,
she slowly gathered herself up and closed her robe. After putting the
sex toy away, she quickly changed and started to leave the bedroom. As
she walked by her window, she stopped in surprise: there were several
blobs of gooey white liquid splattered on the glass panes.

	Peg shook her head. "Are those damn starlings back _again_?"
she asked herself.

				* * *

	Al turned to look at his curvy teenage daughter. "Say, Kelly?"
he asked. "Did you hear your mother yelling something from upstairs?"

	Kelly's face turned red. "Uh, no, Daddy, I don't think I heard
anything... "

		       Married... With Children
			      Part Three
			    A Plan Is Born

	Kelly shook her head, her long blonde locks swinging wildly.
She half-covered her eyes and suppressed a grin as she watched the
grainy video image. As Kelly watched the TV, she saw her Mom roll and
twitch on the bed.

	"Hold on, let me replay that," said her brother Bud. He hit
the rewind button on the VCR for a few seconds, then hit `PLAY'. The
two siblings watched, giggling as they watched their mother have an
obviously powerful orgasm. Bud then hit the eject button, wincing as
he accidentally moved his broken arm.

	Smirking, Kelly looked at the arm Bud had in a cast. "Well,
little brother," she snickered. "Climbed any trees lately?"

	"Piss off!" Bud scowled. He'd told his family that he'd broken
his arm playing a ball game; not exactly a lie. "Anyway, what do you
think of the video?" he asked.

	Kelly stood up and paced the room. "I don't know," she said.
"I don't think this is enough to do anything with."

	Bud frowned. "What the hell else can we get? I think this tape
is pretty hot as it is!"

	The blonde teenage bimbo grinned and tapped a forefinger on
her head. "Bud, you might be the smart one in the Bundy household,"
she told him, "but I'm definitely the schemer!"

	Bud shrugged (and winced). "What do you have in mind?"

	Kelly told Bud her idea, then watched as he shook his head and
laughed. "That'll never work! Nobody could be that stupid."

	"Bud, you forget," Kelly replied with a smile. "This is our
Mom we're talking about here!"

				* * *

	Peggy Bundy sat on the sofa, stuffing white crispy kernels of
buttery popcorn into her mouth as she watched one of her favorite
morning soap operas. Mmm, she moaned to herself, popcorn. It was one
of her favorite foods, and one of the few meals she could actually
cook.

	As she sat and watched the soap opera, she leaned back into
the sofa. Peggy was wearing a pair of red polyester pants that itched
ever so slightly. Unfortunately, the pants were ones Al had bought for
her many years before and so were a size too small. The tight fabric
clung snugly over each of her round bum cheeks.

	Peg picked up the empty bowl and walked to the kitchen to make
more popcorn. As she sashayed along, the tight polyester cloth crept
up into the crack of her plush fanny, itching at her horny seat. As
she put another bag of her snack into the microwave, Peg reached down
and rubbed the tight crotch of her pants.

	"Shit!" she groaned. "I need to do it to myself again - that's
twice this morning alone!" Turning off the microwave, she started to
climb the stairs to her bedroom. As she reached the first step, the
phone rang. Strange, Peggy thought, the kids are in school and Al's at
work: who could be phoning now? She walked over and picked up the
telephone.

	"Hello?" she asked.

	A woman's voice came over the line, sounding distant and
awkward. "Mrs. Peg Bundy? I'm, er, Susan of Susan's Escort Service.
Could I have a moment of your time?"

	Peg was immediately suspicious. "What do you want?"

	"Mrs. Bundy," said Susan. "I'm canvassing homes, looking for
woman who would be interested in working for our service. We provide
companionship to lonely, handsome visitors to our city."

	"What?" asked Peggy. "Are you asking me to be some kind of
hooker?!?"

	"Oh, no!" replied the voice. "Our customers are lonely
business people who would just like the company of someone to talk
with while they visit our city, far away from their familiar homes-"

	Peg snorted. "You must think I'm stupid!" she replied.

	"Please just let us send a representative to speak with you-"

	"Get lost!" Peggy said sternly. "Or I'll call the cops!"

	"There would be a free prize," Susan quickly said. "One hour
of unlimited shopping at the Greenfields Shopping Mall."

	Peg stopped in mid-sentence. "Umm, you know," she said, "I
guess I could just listen for a few minutes... "

				* * *

	Kelly hung up the pay-phone as Bud looked on in amazement. "I
can't believe it!" he said. "Mom actually fell for that?"

	The sexy teenager grinned. "You just need to know your
victim's weaknesses," she said.

	"Who are you going to send?" Bud asked.

	Kelly flipped through the telephone booth's yellow pages.
"Well," explained Kelly, "I thought I'd phone up an escort service I
know of, drop off an envelope with instructions on what to say, and
the rest of our plan should happen naturally!"

	Bud rubbed his arm nervously. "Umm, what escort service is
that?"

	Kelly blushed. "Uh, er, I um-"

	"You read about it in a book?" teased Bud.

	A few moments later, Bud howled in pain while clutching at his
freshly-kicked crotch as Kelly dialed a number on the pay-phone.

From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Married With Children [2/4]
Date: 7 Mar 1996 00:15:18 GMT

		       Married... With Children
			      Part Four
			   A Surprise Visit

	Jefferson D'Arcy checked his hair in the rear-view mirror of
his small Italian sports car. As usual, it was carefully coiffed.
"Jefferson," he said to himself, "you sly dog you!" He exited the car
and walked to the door of the small office. He shook his head as he
read the familiar sign painted outside: "Susan's Escort Service."

	"Another day, another dollar," Jefferson laughed. "I wonder
what old broad I'll have to bang today?" He stepped inside.

	The attractive woman behind the desk gave him a friendly
smile. "Howdy, Jefferson!" she bubbled. "Wait'll you see your
assignment today!" she said as she handed him an envelope.

	Jefferson took the envelope. "All right, Susan, what's this?"
he asked in puzzlement.

	Susan indicated he should open the envelope. "A couple of kids
said they wanted to give their own mother a little surprise!" she
said. "They told me that she's lonely and they think she needs to get
laid - hell, they prepaid already!"

	Jefferson sputtered as he saw the instructions inside. "Oh
shit!" he exclaimed. "I can't do this: I know this woman!"

	Susan raised her eyebrows. "Well, won't she be surprised?" she
retorted.

	"But I can't-"

	"Oh, yes you can!" Susan said in a threatening tone. She stood
up and glared at the macho man. "I've had just about enough of your
pretty boy antics!" she thundered at Jefferson. "Get your ass over
there and do what the note says!" Susan exploded. "Do it or you'll be
looking for a new job to pay for that fancy car of yours!"

	Glumly, Jefferson walked back out to his car. Sometimes, he
thought, this job really sucks. As he drove out of the parking lot,
Jefferson decided to make a short detour to a special shop in the
local Chinatown...

				* * *

	Peggy Bundy chewed at her bright red nails, wondering when the
woman from "Susan's Escort Service" would show up. She realized now
that it might not be so great to trade listening to a spiel on working
at an escort service for a free shopping trip (although damn it, she
loved shopping!). As she gave her middle finger another nibble, the
doorbell rang.

	Peg opened the door and received a startle as she looked out:
it was her nosey neighbor from across the street, Jefferson D'Arcy.
"Shit!" she said. "I'm expecting a visit from someone else: what do
_you_ want?"

	Jefferson was red - he was blushing! "Umm, Peggy?" he said
hesitantly. "I'm here from the escort service."

	"What!" Peggy burst out. "You're going to ask me to work for
an escort service? Hell, _you_ work for an escort service?" Peggy
started laughing at Jefferson.

	Jefferson looked over his shoulder and then down at the
ground. "Look," he said to Peg, "I have to tell you about our
services or my boss'll shit-can me. Just listen to what I have to say,
please?"

	Peg crossed her arms, hugging her large breasts. "And you'll
leave, while I get to go on my shopping trip?"

	"Please let me get this over with," Jefferson begged. "I'll
leave as soon as I'm done talking, okay?"

	Peg waved him in. "What the hell," she said. "Hearing about
woman paying _you_ for sex should be good for a laugh!" She opened the
door wide and let him in.

	Jefferson strolled into the Bundy home, hiding a smirk from
Peggy. Easy, he thought; just like taking candy from a babe.

				* * *

	Jefferson talked to Peggy for some time. He pretended to be
giving a serious explanation of his work as an escort while the curvy
redhead listened on. At first, Peg laughed and joked, but as Jefferson
went on, she soon started to pay attention. After some twenty minutes,
he could tell she was getting excited at his descriptions of illicit
encounters with strangers. Jefferson decided to make his next step.

	He cleared his throat. "Peg," he said, "I'm getting kind of
thirsty from all this talking. Do you have something to drink?"

	Peggy shrugged and got up from the couch, her round cheeks
making a faint rubbing sound against the polyester fabric of her tight
pants. "We might have some kool-aid," she said half-apologetically.
"You must know I'm not very good at keeping food in the house."

	Yeah, he thought, no shit. Jefferson watched his neighbor
Peggy walk toward the kitchen. You know, he thought, she's actually
got a pretty nice ass for a woman who's dropped two kids. He reached
into his pocket and pulled out a small vial of powder he'd bought in
Chinatown. As Peg made a mess in the kitchen, Jefferson unscrewed the
cap of the innocent-looking bottle and put it on the floor beside him.

	Peg sashayed back with a pitcher of syrupy purple liquid.
"Mmm," she said, "grape kool-aid: my favorite!" She put the pitcher
down, then headed back to the kitchen calling over her shoulder, "I'm
getting a couple of glasses!"

	As soon as she wasn't looking, the neighborhood gigolo dumped
the entire bottle of powder into the pitcher. Jefferson grinned. The
powder was a Chinese herbal mixture; it was a very powerful
aphrodisiac. Though others might scoff, Jefferson had used the powder
with great success in the past. He knew that within just a couple of
minutes, Peggy Bundy would have the most powerful surge of lust of her
entire life.

	Peggy came back with two plastic cups from the 7-Eleven store
and filled them up with the grape drink. She raised one to her mouth
and toasted "Bottom's up!" as she took a big swig.

	Jefferson took a swallow. Bottom's up is right, he thought;
your bottom, Peggy, in just a few moments...

		       Married... With Children
			      Part Five
		       Back In The Saddle Again

	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...

				* * *

	Jefferson pulled harder on the hanks 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!"

				* * *

	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!"

				* * *

	"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.

				* * *

	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.

				* * *

	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 Six
			  A Good Show On TV

	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.

				* * *

	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.

				* * *

	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!"

				* * *

	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!"

				* * *

	"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?"

				* * *

	"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.

				* * *

	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 Kleenex. 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." 

From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Married With Children [3/4]
Date: 7 Mar 1996 00:22:33 GMT

		       Married... With Children
			      Part Seven
			An Evening Well-Spent

	Al Bundy stumbled out of the nudie bar toward his car. He
belched loudly as he tried to fit his car keys into the door lock.
With a loud barking sound, a beer fart ripped out of his shorts.
"Whew!" he grimaced.

	Al somehow managed to get in the car and start it up. As he
whistled tunelessly, the drunken father weaved the old Dodge through
the dark street lanes.

				* * *

	After straightening his stiff hard-on, Bud walked into his
mother's bedroom. He saw his tearful mother sitting on the bed as she
sobbed. She turned and glared at him with her puffy red eyes. "What do
you want now?" she asked angrily.

	Bud gulped nervously. For a second he almost turned and left,
but then the thought dawned on him: he was in charge here! Bud closed
the bedroom door and locked it. He looked his Mom in the eye. "Do you
want Dad to see that video?" he asked his mother.

	Peg wiped at her face. "No, he'd want a divorce," she sniffed
sadly. "I'll go to work tomorrow for that damn escort service!"

	"Good!" grinned Bud. He reached down and unzipped his
trousers, letting them drop down to his ankles. He stepped out of them
and walked toward his mother. Bud watched her jaw drop open as she saw
his huge man-meat sprouting out from his curly pubic hairs. "And I'm
gonna be your first customer!" he told his mother as he shoved his
cock at her face.

				* * *

	"Aw Marcy," Jefferson protested. "I have to go over and talk
to the Bundys!"

	Marcy shook her head and handed Jefferson his kitchen apron.
"Get cooking, lover boy!" she ordered. "I worked hard all day at the
bank, and you're not leaving until I get a home-cooked meal!"

	"But Marcy-" Jefferson whined.

	Marcy put a forefinger on Jefferson's mouth to silence him.
"No buts," she told him. "Once we've had dinner, we'll go over and see
the Bundys" She then looked down at his crotch. "Unless," she said to
Jefferson, "I want to do something about that bulge in your pants
first

				* * *

	Kelly fidgeted nervously on the sofa. Her father would be home
soon, but she'd hidden the tape away safe. Bud's plan was going
according to plan, she thought.

	A groan came from upstairs. Geez, she thought, Mom's sure
crying a lot. It was taking Bud an awful long time to calm her down.
Kelly flicked the TV on to watch MTV. As she watched the dancing
musicians, the blonde teenage girl thought over the day's events. That
Jefferson, she remembered, sure had a nice body. Mmm.

	Kelly closed her eyes. She pictured her Mom bobbing down and
down on Jefferson's hard dong. As she revisited the scene in her mind,
Kelly reached up under mini-skirt and started to touch herself...

				* * *

	"On your hands and knees, Mom!" commanded Bud. "Now!"

	The teary-eyed mother slowly rolled over and got into a
kneeling position on her firm bed. Swallowing the remaining taste of
her son's cum, Peggy sniffed and wiped her nose on her pillow. Her
blouse and push-up bra were now off, unbuttoned by Bud as she'd sucked
his large penis to orgasm. He climbed onto the bed behind Peg.
Reaching around her waist, Bud unzipped his mother's tight pants and
pulled them down. The crack between Peggy's round oval buttocks was
accented by a black g-string.

	"Well," said Bud, "I see you're wearing some very naughty
underwear today." Looking up to her face, he saw that she was looking
back at him. Bud noticed she wasn't crying nearly so much anymore.

	"If you're going to fuck me," his Mom said in a husky
voice,"hurry up and get on with it!"

	Stunned, her horny son hooked his fingers under the waistband
of the flimsy undergarment and pulled it off her hips. Bud gasped at
the sight of her red-haired pubic slit: it was shiny and wet with his
Mom's natural juices! Bud grabbed his newly-swollen prick and pressed
the hard knobby head against his mother's pussy.

	"Hurry up," whispered Peg Bundy in a strained voice. "Please!"

	Bud pushed forward...

				* * *

	Kelly's fingers probed her private parts. At times slowly,
then quickly, she rubbed at her small sensitive clitoris. "Fuck, am I
ever horny tonight," she mumbled to herself, unaware of the kool-aid's
effect on her libido. Kelly picked up the pace of her clit-stroking.
Shit this feels good, Kelly thought; I sure hope Bud takes his time
talking to Mom.

				* * *

	While using his broken arm to brace against his mother's
smooth naked back, Bud slammed his hips repeatedly against Peggy
Bundy's plump ass. His other arm was wrapped around her torso so he
could tug and twist her nipples with his good hand. Bud rammed his
stiff penis into his Mom's tight sucking pussy.

	"This feels- unh- great," he moaned at Peg. "Wow, Mom! Your-
mmph- ass is hot!"

	Peggy had given up pretending that she wasn't enjoying the
hard screwing her son was giving her. Grunting, she squeezed down hard
on his intruding cock as it pumped in and out of her gooey snatch. "Oh
Christ!" Peg swore. "Come on, baby, fuck me harder!" With that, the
horny housewife started to buck her hips, meeting Bud's stiff long
strokes.

				* * *

	Kelly's hand twiddled faster and faster. The blonde teenage
bimbo's breathing was very rapid. As she masturbated fiercely, the
image of Jefferson humping her Mom played through her mind. Kelly
pictured herself squatting on a cock, a big fat boner, just like
Bud's-

	Uggh! For a second she almost stopped rubbing at her clit. Bud
was just plain gross, Kelly thought, but then she unwillingly thought
of his prick. That huge red wang, that massive penis that had shot cum
on her thigh...

	A shiver of pleasure passed up her spine. The idea of fucking
such a big dick was too much for her to resist. She started playing
with herself again, imagining herself pumping and down on Bud's sexual
pogo stick. Kelly felt an orgasm starting to build within her eager
little pussy.

				* * *

	Bud's bony hips kept slapping hard into his Mom's well-padded
butt cheeks, making a meaty smacking sound. Beads of perspiration fell
from his forehead and dripped onto Peggy's round ass. As he watched
the sweat run down into the crack of her rear end, Bud felt his balls
tense. "Oh Mommy!" he warned. "I'm- gonna- cum!"

	Peg was lost in oblivion, a smile spreading across her lustful
face. "Do it to me baby!" she shouted as her hips swiveled. "I want
you to cum in Mommy's cunt!"

	"UGGH!" grunted Bud. "I- I'M- GONNA- GRR- CUM!" His penis
exploded like a volcano erupting. As he wailed loudly, his thick cock
opened up and pounded burst after burst of warm cum into Peggy's
clasping vagina.

	Mouthfuls of saliva fell from Peg's open lips as she lost all
control. A powerful star-burst of orgasmic heat wracked through her
body. She bit down hard on the pillow.

				* * *

	Kelly was ashamed. Pulling herself together, she rubbed
quickly at the wet spot she'd left on the sofa. Oh man, what's wrong
with me, she thought. The blonde girl started to cry. She'd cum hard
on the sofa, of all places, and while thinking of fucking her little
brother!

	Just then, a cry rang out upstairs. "Oh Bud!" she heard her
own Mom shout, "You've got the best cock I've ever fucked!"

	It was too much for the poor perplexed teenager. Kelly sobbed.
What was wrong with her? The sound of her mother sharing an orgasm
with Bud should have disgusted her, but instead Kelly felt a feverish
throb building in her cunt.

	Kelly ran up the stairs and locked herself into her bedroom.
Curling up on the bed while crying, she felt angry, confused, and as
horny as all hell. As Kelly drifted off into a fitful sleep, she
unconsciously moved her hand between her legs and started to touch
herself...

				* * *

	Bud stumbled out of his parents' bedroom. He looked back at
Peggy as she slipped a nightgown over her curvy, voluptuous form.
"Geez, Mom," he said clumsily, "Thanks for the sex."

	Peggy looked at her well-hung son and smiled with a new-found
appreciation. "Remember our deal," she warned. "No telling your
father."

	"And remember your part of the bargain," grinned the no-longer
virgin Bud Bundy. "Tomorrow, you go to work for Susan's Escort
Service!" With that Bud closed the door and went to his own room for
a well-earned snooze.

				* * *

	Al Bundy stumbled drunkenly into the house. Repressing a
belch, Al forced out a beer fart instead; it's more dramatic, he
thought proudly. He walked over and sat on the couch.

	"Yuck!" he gasped as he stood up. He turned around and put his
hand on the cushion. It had a small sticky wet spot. Glancing at the
coffee table, Al saw the half-full pitcher of purple kool-aid. "Those
damn kids," he said. "They're always making a fucking mess!" Al picked
the pitcher up and carried it to the kitchen. As he put the liquid
refreshment away, he noted with surprise that the fridge was full of
food!

	After trudging upstairs, Al climbed into bed with his already
snoring wife. He put his head down on the soft pillow.

	"Yuck!" He sat up and looked at the pillow. It was obvious
from the red lipstick smudges that Peggy had been salivating on the
it. "Aw shit!" exclaimed Al. "I hate it when she drools in her sleep!"

		       Married... With Children
			      Part Eight
			     Hard At Work

	Al looked around the breakfast table at the rest of the Bundy
clan. "All right," he said. "What's wrong?" No one answered him. He
pointed at Peggy, dressed demurely in a surprisingly tasteful blazer
and pants. "Normally, " Al continued, "your mouth is running a mile a
minute- and you cooked bacon and eggs for breakfast! Are you feeling
sick?"

	Peggy's lips had a faint smile. "Oh, I guess I'm just in a
good mood today," she said quietly as she gave a sly look to her son.

	Al then pointed at Bud. "Son," he puzzled, "you haven't had
any of your usual smart-ass remarks like usual. What's up?"

	My dick, Bud thought. He reached under the table to nudge his
half-stiff penis into place in his pants. "Oh, I'm just thinking about
something I saw on TV last night," he smirked.

	Turning to his sexy daughter, Al asked, "What's wrong,
pumpkin?" He stared at her no-longer bandaged nose. "Does that big
beak of yours still hurt?"

	"Yes!" Kelly glared at both her brother and Mom. "Yes, I'm-
er- very swollen." Without a second thought, Kelly rubbed under the
table at her throbbing, unsatisfied cunt. The slender teenager hadn't
bothered to wear underwear beneath her waitressing uniform. I wonder,
she idly thought, if Bud gets his big dick from Dad's side of the
family... The blonde closed her eyes and sighed. What the hell's wrong
with me, she asked herself.

	Al stood up. "I'm breaking in a new assistant at the shoestore
today," the Bundy father declared, "some guy named Victor Wong." He
opened the fridge and looked inside.

	"Peg, we got anything to drink?" Al asked.

	Reaching into the fruit bowl, the redhead hefted a banana.
"Maybe I could squeeze some juice out of these fruit," she purred.

				* * *

	Jefferson pounded on the door with his fist. "Open up, Peggy!"
he shouted. "It's important!" As he waited, the studly escort winced
and shifted his legs slightly wider to allow room for his sore
testicles. He'd been up most of the night, letting Marcy service his
unending erection, yet even now he felt his dick pulse with desire.

	Kelly opened the door. The horny stud noticed that her eyes
dropped almost immediately. That's funny, he thought, she sure looks
embarrassed to see me-

	"Hi, Kelly," Jefferson said hurriedly. "I visited yesterday
and Peggy made some delicious grape kool-aid. I have a craving for
some more, so do you think I could, um, get a glassful?" Jefferson
realized he'd have to `accidentally' spill the pitcher to prevent
anyone else from drinking it.

	Dazed, Kelly stared at Jefferson's crotch. She imagined
herself dropping to her knees and taking his rock-hard knob in her
mouth, just like her mother had. I wonder what his cum tastes like,
she asked herself-

	"Kelly?" he asked gently. What's with her, thought Jefferson.
"The kool-aid?"

	"Huh?" the teenage girl asked, looking back at his face. "Oh
yeah, Daddy's about to finish it off."

	Jefferson stared over her shoulder. He could see the sloppy
shoes-man guzzling the grape drink straight from the jug! Helplessly,
the gigolo watched Al drain the last drop from the pitcher, then wipe
his mouth on his sleeve and belch. Jefferson looked at Kelly. "Who
drank all the kool-aid?" he asked worriedly.

	"We all did," stated Kelly with a puzzled look on her pretty
face. "Why?"

	Jefferson took an unsteady step backwards. "Uh, never mind,"
he said slowly. "I gotta get to work!" As he ran across the street to
his sports car, Jefferson bit his nails. I've unleashed a sexual
monster, he thought.

				* * *

	Al Bundy unlocked the door of the shoe store and entered.
While picking his ears clean he prepared for the day. As he slowly
shuffled about his tasks, Al rubbed at his penis. Man oh man, he
thought, those strippers last night were something else! Remembering
the show from the nudie bar, Al started to get a hard-on.

	He stopped what he was doing, surprised at the enlarging dick
in his pants. Geez, he thought, I haven't had a stiffie in ages. Of
course, he added to himself, with that evil woman at home, who could
blame me?

	Al pictured his wife in his mind, but then was shocked:
instead of losing his erection like normal it started to get even
harder! "Shit!" he grumbled. "I guess I'll have to go poke the old
wife tonight."

	Although the mall wasn't open yet, Al could hear someone walk
in the door. "Is that Victor Wong?" he called out. He walked out into
the sales room. Al was surprised to see a beautiful Asian woman
smiling at him.

	"Hello," she said warmly. "My name's Victoria Wong, actually."
She extended her arm and shook his hand. Al's eyes roamed over her.
She was dressed in a sexy skirt and had a nubile body that reminded
him uncomfortably of his own daughter's figure. He felt his cock
stiffen still more. "The college employment office sent me over to
work for you," Victoria explained. "They said you'd want me to give
you a hand."

	And I'd like to give you a foot or so, Al thought hornily.
"Well, let's get to work then!" the middle-aged father said.

				* * *

	As he walked across the campus between classes, Bud awkwardly
held his knapsack in front of his crotch to hide his huge boner.
Although it was a cool cloudy day, many female college students were
still dressed in sexy clothing that did nothing to help Bud's
embarrassing situation.

	"For crying out loud," he muttered. "Why won't my hard-on go
away?" Bud realized he'd have to work harder at burning off some of
his excess hormones. When he got home from school, he resolved, he was
going to give his Mom another hard fucking!

				* * *

	Wearing her dowdy pink waitress uniform, Kelly carried the
large tray of fatty fried foods over to the table. The teenage blonde
carefully set the dishes of bacon and eggs in front of the two
truckers sitting at the table. One leered at her and gave her a big
wink.

	"Gee, what speedy service!" the fat unshaven man said. "Maybe
if you're lucky I'll give you a big tip!" With that, he reached over
and gently pinched one of her round bum cheeks.

	Kelly froze, stunned with the sudden thrill of excitement
between her legs. Normally she would have instantly made sure the
customer wore an `accidental' lapful of hot food. Instead, the slim
teenager felt her little clit start to ache! Stuttering, Kelly slowly
backed away. "Uh, will there be anything else?" she asked hesitantly.

	The other trucker, a handsome black man, smiled. "How about
some more coffee?" he asked politely. As she left to get more coffee,
Kelly quickly checked him out: he was tall and muscular, with a trim
beard.

	I wonder if he's got a big cock like my brother, she wondered
to herself.

				* * *

	With her hands tucked discretely between her thighs, Peg Bundy
sat and listened eagerly as Susan spelled out how the escort service
worked. The Bundy wife was surprised to find out the details of how
much money she would be making. Even after splitting the money with
her black-mailing children, she discovered she'd soon be earning a
small fortune.

	As Susan explained on, Peggy figured that her son would be
looking to sample her goodies again: perhaps she could keep an extra
share of the money if she satisfied Bud's sexual needs. On her terms
of course, Peg thought with a smile.

	That only left Kelly to worry about. It might take a while,
the scheming mother knew, but eventually she'd figure out a way to
regain control of the situation. She was looking forward to watching
her naughty daughter squirm...

				* * *

	Returning with a pot, Kelly poured coffee into the fat man's
cup as she spoke to the other trucker. "How are you feeling today?"
she inquired. As she talked Kelly felt the fat man's hand brush
against her knee under the table.

	"Not bad," said the black man. He stuck out his hand for her
to shake. "My name's Terry," he said, then gestured to the porky
trucker. "My rude friend's name is Kurt."

	Kelly felt fat Kurt's hand slide up her skirt onto her thigh.
Although it made her angry, the teenager felt an electric rush in her
tingling vagina. She took a slight step toward Terry and escaped the
fat man's touch.

	Kelly introduced herself. Terry made idle chit-chat about the
weather and the road conditions. As she talked to the handsome man,
her hormones started to burn. Soon, Kelly realized, she'd have to make
a trip to the washroom and relieve her sexual urges! She excused
herself and walked away to wait on another table. As Kelly sashayed
away, Kurt reached out and stroked her fanny with his hand.

				* * *

	Al gazed on at the heavenly sight. While he carefully
`supervised,' Victoria Wong was again climbing up a ladder to place a
box of shoes on the top shelf in the back of the store. Wobbling
unsteadily on the ladder, she called out, "Mr. Bundy, I'm afraid of
heights!"

	The sloppy salesman grinned. "Here," he said, "let me hold you
steady." He put one hand on the side of the ladder and the other on
her skirt-clad thigh. "Is that any better?" Al asked her as he tried
to subtly glance up her garment.

	The Chinese girl guessed what Al was up to, but was unsure of
what to say. "Uh, sort of, " she muttered angrily. As Victoria pushed
the box up onto the top shelf, the horny father continued to gaze at
her slim sexy thighs. His growing prong was starting to make a sizable
lump in his trousers... 

From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Married With Children [4/4]
Date: 7 Mar 1996 00:28:10 GMT

		       Married... With Children
			      Part Nine
			  The Day's Efforts

	Kelly cleaned off the now deserted table. As she picked up the
dishes, she spied a bank note left by the two truckers. Wow, thought
Kelly excitedly, it was a $20 bill! As she looked at it, she found a
note underneath.

	"I think you need my big tip!" the paper said. "If you want to
make more $$, cum see me in the blue Ford outside! - Terry."

	Kelly started to crumple the note, glaring out the window. She
saw the handsome man smiling at her from a blue truck outside. As she
noticed his big toothy grin, the lusty blonde started to feel weak in
her knees. Well, she thought, he was cute. No one else would know -
and she could sure use more money!

	She quickly put the dishes away, then told her boss she was
going for a smoke break. After making sure no one was paying
attention, Kelly quickly walked over to the cab of the truck. Terry
opened the door. "Come on in!" he greeted her.

	Kelly climbed in and sat beside him. "Listen," she said
urgently. "I've never done this for money-"

	"Oh, I believe you, babe," Terry grinned. He showed the horny
girl five twenty-dollar bills, then said, "I just want some sucking
and some fucking, nothing fancy."

	Kelly bit her lip. In the back of her mind, she knew some
people would think it was immoral to swap money for sex, but her
feverish sex drive had her pussy screaming for satisfaction.

	She leaned over and kissed Terry warmly. "Uh- okay," she
agreed hesitantly. Then as his long black fingers slowly pulled up the
hem of her pink skirt, Kelly impulsively pushed her warm pink tongue
into his wet mouth.

				* * *

	"Bud Bundy?" the lab instructor asked. Bud shook his head:
he'd been nodding asleep, dreaming of slipping his cock back into his
mother's well-curved body. The instructor, Dimitri Panagopoulos,
called his name again. Bud raised an arm.

	Panagopoulos motioned at him. "Mr. Bundy," the instructor
said, "I found your answer to lab question four to be particularly
innovative. Can you please explain it to the class?"

	"Uh, okay," Bud answered. He then started to haltingly explain
his answer, but Panagopoulos interrupted.

	"Mr. Bundy, the back of the class can't hear you,"
Panagopoulos said. "Can you please come to the front and start again."

	Bud rose from his chair and started to stroll up to the front
of the room. With shame, he felt a huge erection tenting up the crotch
of his pants. Oh shit, he thought, everyone's gonna see I've got a
fucking hard-on!

	Gritting his teeth, Bud turned around and faced his
classmates. Taking a deep breath, he began his explanation. As he
talked he heard whispers start to spread through the classroom. Two
attractive woman in the front row started giggling. One then pointed
at him. Bud looked down at his crotch. Aw Christ, he swore to himself,
I've got a big wet spot!

	Suddenly, Bud's head snapped up. "AGGH!" he cried out loudly,
realizing he'd been sleeping and had just woken up from a dream. The
rest of the students in his class turned and stared at him in
puzzlement.

	"Mr. Bundy?" he heard the instructor ask. "Do you have
something to say?"

	Shaking his very red face, Bud meekly said, "Uh, no."

				* * *

	Al sat behind the store's counter watching Victoria help a
customer. It excited him to watch the lovely college student get down
on her knees and slip shoes onto the feet of the potential buyers. At
the moment Victoria was helping a pretty brunette try on several pairs
of high heels. The middle-aged father gazed on as his assistant's
hands carefully held the other woman's slim, sexy nyloned calf. His
penis ached with frustration.

	Enough is enough, thought Al. Making sure no one could see
what he was doing, he unzipped his pants and wrapped his fist tightly
around his hard shlong. He then hammered up and down on his cock as he
stared at the two beautiful woman only a dozen feet away.

	Out of the corner of her eye, Victoria noticed Mr. Bundy's arm
jerking slightly. It dawned on her what he was doing back there! What
a disgusting pig, she thought. Well, she reasoned, if he's going to
behave that way, I'm really going to make him suffer.

	Victoria shifted her position and deliberately allowed the
split in her skirt to fall open, showing off most of her silky thigh.
While helping the customer try on another pair of shoes, she noticed
with some satisfaction that Al's arm was now moving faster.

				* * *

	"Suck it more, Kelly!" howled Terry. "Fuck that feels good! I
haven't had my cock in a woman's mouth in ages!""

	Kelly's slick lip-sticked mouth plunged up and down on the
groaning man's big black boner. Working on his prick with all her best
effort, the blonde was putting everything she'd ever learned about
fellatio into practice. As she gently kneaded and squeezed Terry's
hairy nuts, she forced his hard penis deeper into her mouth and throat
with each stroke of her head. Kelly's nostrils flared and she could
smell the musky scent of his genitals. "Mmm- mmph- glurk!" she managed
to grunt out between bobs of her head.

	Just then, Kurt popped his face through the cab's window and
said, "Hey Terry-" He then stopped and stared at the sight of Kelly's
cock-choked face, his own jaw hanging open.

	Terry spoke first. "Kelly," he asked slowly, "can Kurt join
us?"

	"No!" she said after an audible gulp. "Forget it: he's gross!"

	"Ohh, please!" whined the tubby Kurt. "Can't I at least
watch?"

	"No!" Kelly stated firmly.

	Terry pulled a roll of bank notes from his shirt pocket. "If
you let Kurt watch us fuck," he told Kelly, "I'll pay you an extra
fifty bucks."

	Kelly paused to think the offer over. As she did, Terry put
his fingers on her wet pussy and started to touch her clit. "Well,
okay," she agreed reluctantly.

	While Kurt climbed into the cab of the truck, Kelly put the
stiff black penis back into her mouth and continued to suck on it. As
she tasted the first drops of precum trickle from the cock, Kurt
unzipped his jeans and began to masturbate while watching...

				* * *

	After checking her make-up in her pocket mirror, Peggy Bundy
knocked on the door. It opened to reveal an older, scholarly
gentleman. "Hello," she greeted him warmly. "I'm Peggy from Susan's
Escort Service. You wanted to purchase my, er, companionship?"

	Looking embarrassed, he invited her in and sat in a chair. "I
feel a little awkward," he explained. "My wife, God rest her soul,
passed away a few years ago. I haven't had, well, any sex since then."
He paused. "I hadn't even thought about sex, until today, that is,"
he then said.

	Peg took off her jacket, revealing a plain white blouse that
did nothing to hide her large scrumptious melons. The older man's eyes
widened as he took in the sight. She then kneeled in front of the
seated man and slowly slipped her hands up his legs. "Really?" she
purred. "What made you phone me up and ask for sex?" she asked,
wetting her lips with her long tongue.

	The gentleman swallowed uncomfortably. "A young man in one of
the college classes I teach was strutting around with a large erection
in his pants," he explained. "I started to think about my youthful
adventures, and well, I soon had an erection of my own."

	Peggy unzipped the man's pants, revealing a quickly swelling
prick. As she lowered her open mouth toward the growing meat, the
professor added, "I hope that poor Mr. Bundy also gets some relief-"

	Peg froze. "Bundy?" she asked unbelievingly. "BUD Bundy?"

	"Why, yes," said the puzzled professor as he gently nudged the
mother's head toward his turgid penis. "Do you know him?"

	Peggy reached out with her tongue and gave his erect penis a
wet lick. "Er- why, yes, he's also a customer," she quickly lied.

	"Really?" said the professor.

	She unbuttoned her blouse. "Please," she smiled as she then
slowly stroked his dong with her hand, "tell me more about this
student

				* * *

	"I'll see if we have that shoe size in the back," Victoria
said to the brunette. She turned and walked past the cashier's counter
toward the store room quickly. Startled, Al had no time to hide his
hard red peter. Victoria stood in the doorway, turned and pointed back
at Al's penis, and asked, "Got your hands full, Mr. Bundy?"

	Al's face went crimson red. His shame was overwhelming. As he
tried to stuff his hard penis back in his pants, it suddenly gushed a
load of cum out onto both his pants and the floor. He zipped up his
fly and followed her, unable to say a word. When they entered the
store room, she glared at Al.

	"You disgust me!" Victoria said. "I'm going to report you for
harassment!"

	"Oh no!" stuttered Al. "Please don't do that!"

	Victoria grimaced. "I might not report you," she said, "if
you're willing to let me punish you - and give me a raise of a dollar
per hour!"

	Al nodded agreement glumly.

	"Drop your pants," she ordered Al.

	"Wh- what?"

	The Asian teenager smiled wickedly. "I'm going to get rid of
that customer," she told Al. "And then I'm going to give you the
spanking you so richly deserve!"

				* * *

	Cramped in the driver's seat with his butt bumping against the
door, Terry pushed Kelly Bundy's silky thighs apart. He then eased his
black pecker head between her wet pussy lips. Kelly lay on her back as
best as she could, her long blonde-haired head resting on Kurt's plump
leg.

	"Hang on, babe!" Terry hissed between his clenched teeth. He
pushed his man-meat in to the hilt. Kelly's tight buttery cunt gripped
his cock snugly. The handsome trucker then started to slide his hard
sticky penis in and out slowly, causing Kelly's sexual juices to make
wet squishy sounds.

	"Oh shit!" he gasped. "You're incredible! Thank you, honey!"

	Kelly moaned loudly, "You're SO welcome!"

	As the two horny fuckers pounded away, fat Kurt used his fist
to wail on his aching cock only a few inches from Kelly's twisting,
mumbling face. She turned her head sideways and stared at Kurt's
fairly large penis with her lust-glazed eyes. What the hell, she
thought, I'll suck the poor guy's dick. As Terry stroked into her
pussy, she shifted her position slightly. Kelly then started to suck
on Kurt with her saliva-slicked mouth...

				* * *

	Bud slammed his school books on the coffee table. What a
crappy day, he thought. All day long, the sex-crazed young man had
been teased and laughed at about the huge bulge in his pants. He sat
down on the couch and sighed. Oh well, he thought; his mother would
soon be home to help him with his unending erection.

				* * *

	After climbing down unsteadily from the truck cab, Kelly
patted her old-fashioned waitress uniform into place. She waved as she
watched Terry drive the truck away. As he rounded the corner, she
heard the truck's air horn blow loudly in salute.

	In a daze, the horny young woman walked back into the
restaurant while wiping dry crusty cum from her mouth with the back of
her hand. She could hear her boss yelling at her from the kitchen.

	Ah, go ahead and yell, she grinned to herself; I don't care
`cause I just made a pocketful of money. She confidently tapped her
uniform's pocket, then stopped in shock.

	In her orgasmic haze, she'd forgotten to get her money from
Terry! As she felt a thin trickle of semen start to drip from her
tender pussy, Kelly realized that the truckers had fucked her in more
ways than one...

				* * *

	"Yeow!" Al Bundy yelled as the leather belt bit hard into his
butt cheeks. Victoria swung the strap again, cracking it against the
lusting father's hairy rear end. "Ouch!" he howled, tears welling from
his eyes.

	"Maybe," Victoria grunted as she gave Al another powerful
smack, "this'll learn you!" Al started to cry earnestly as the leather
strap repeatedly hit his ass.

	As he kneeled on his hands and knees, the shoe salesman was
mortified to realize that his hard-on was not going away; if anything,
it was getting harder! Al found the sexy teenager's paddling to be
intensely erotic. His face turned red, not from crying, but from the
shame of discovering that he was so turned on by Victoria's fanny
torture. His cock started to spasm, and for the second time that day,
Al's horny penis blew out a huge wad of semen onto the floor.

		   Married... With Children
			       Part Ten
			 All Good Things...

	As Peggy walked into the Bundy home, her son stood up and
grinned at her. "Dad ain't gonna be home for a couple of hours," Bud
pointed out. "Let's get upstairs and do some fucking!"

	"Not so fast, sonny boy," she told her horny teenage son. Peg
smiled wickedly. "I had a visit with an interesting client today," she
said. "Maybe you've heard of him - Professor Dimitri Panagopoulos?"

	The grin disappeared from Bud's face. "Huh?"

	Peggy sat on the sofa and crossed her legs primly. "I had a
little chat with the professor," she told him. "How much do you enjoy
going to the college?"

	"You had me kicked out!" cried out Bud. "How could you do
that?"

	The curvy redhead carefully checked out her fingernails. "No,"
she said slowly, "you're not kicked out; at least not yet." She
laughed at him. "The professor says he might even be able to get you a
good summer job working at an engineering lab - if I help him come to
that decision... "

	Peg stood up. "Get me the original videotape and any copies,"
she told her sad-faced son, "and I'll make sure you get that summer
job." The slutty mother put a long-nailed hand on each of Bud's
shoulders, then reached down and gently touched her son's bulging
crotch. "Who knows, maybe I'll even give you an occasional screw," she
cooed. "God knows you've got the biggest cock I've ever seen!"

	Bud started to grin again and blushed with embarrassment at
his mother's praise. "Aw, gee, Mom-"

	Peggy then squeezed hard with her hand, crushing Bud's balls.
"But if I don't get that video tape," she hissed menacingly, "you'll
be singing soprano!"

	The teenager fell to the floor clutching his testicles. Geez,
he thought, I wish people wouldn't do that to me! Opening his mouth,
Bud managed to gasp out, "Kelly hid the video!"

	Peg Bundy stood astride her son, a long slender leg on either
of his sides. "Get me the tape," she warned, "or you can kiss your
college and my pussy good-bye."

				* * *

	Al winced as he sat in the Dodge's driver seat. His ass was
burning red hot, yet his ears were even hotter: they stung with the
words Victoria had said last as she'd left the store.

	"You'd better get your wife to rub some ointment on your
butt," she'd laughed at him, "because tomorrow I'm bringing a wooden
spoon!"

				* * *

	Dejected, Kelly threw her jacket onto the coffee table. What
an awful day, the pretty young woman thought. Her tight vagina ached
with the hard-core porking she'd received from the truckers, yet her
clitoris buzzed with anticipation: she was still filled to the brim
with lust. Physically, she'd enjoyed the humiliating fuck she'd been
given, but on an emotional level Kelly felt used and disgusted by her
uncontrollable desire.

	She saw Bud and her Mom standing by the stairs. Both glared at
her angrily. Bud spoke first.

	"Where'd you put the tape, Kelly?" he asked her. "Give it to
Mom now!"

	"Fuck you!" she answered.

	"No, Kelly," glared her mother. "Fuck YOU. Give me the tape,
or I'll make you give it to me."

	"Maybe you're chickening out," she said to Bud, "but I expect
Mom to buy me a new car!" Kelly smirked. "And she's going to have to
suck a lot of cocks for that to happen!" she sneered at her Mom.

	Peggy slapped Kelly's face. Stunned, the blonde stepped
backwards. "You'll be sorry, Mom!" declared Kelly hotly. "I'll make
you pay for that!"

	"I don't think so," said Mrs. Bundy. "Son, come here and help
me punish your naughty sister."

	As Kelly watched worriedly, Bud stepped forward...

				* * *

	Al walked up to the front door of the house. Rubbing his sore
hind end, he unlocked the front door and walked in to see a surprising
sight. Held down by Bud, Kelly was on her knees, bent over the coffee
table with her waitress skirt pulled up to her waist! As Al stared on
in disbelief, his wife Peggy pulled back her open hand and then struck
one of Kelly's beautiful oval-shaped buttocks with a resounding smack!
Bud tightly held a hand over Kelly's mouth, muffling the sexy
teenager's cry of pain.

	"Wh- what's going on here, Peg?" Al asked, unable to take his
eyes away from his teenage daughter's reddening bum.

	Kelly tried to yell something, but Bud clamped her mouth
firmly, silencing his sister. "Kelly stole some money from Mom's
purse," lied Bud. "She won't tell Mom where the money is, so I'm
helping Mom spank Kelly!"

	Smack! Peggy hit her teenage daughter's rear again. Smack!
Kelly jolted with pain. Exasperated, Peggy turned to her husband.
"Al," she whined, "your daughter is behaving badly. Get over here and
help me punish her!"

	The head of the Bundy family looked at the heavenly sight. His
daughter had such a perfectly shaped fanny: she was tall and slim, and
from behind looked much like the Asian woman who'd administered a
spanking to him. Al felt his dong start to harden. Kelly's father
reached down and started to unbuckle the belt he was wearing, the belt
that Victoria had used to spank him only a few hours before.

	"Kelly," said Al as he took a step toward Kelly's jutting ass,
"this will hurt me more than it'll hurt you."

				* * *

	"Please, Doctor Wong!" pleaded Jefferson. He pressed his hands
together and begged in front of the Chinese herbalist. "I feel awful
about this!" he said. "Those poor Bundys! They'll be going crazy with
lust!"

	Wong shook his head. "No antidote is possible," he said with a
blank look on his face.

				* * *

	Smack! Al's belt swatted at his daughter's very red ass. As
tears trickled down her cheeks, Kelly wiggled and squirmed to escape
her brother's grasp.

	"Are you ready to tell me where you hid my money, Kelly?"
Peggy asked as Al took a short break to rest his belt hand. Bud took
his hand off Kelly's mouth.

	"I made a video Daddy!" shouted Kelly as Bud tried to cover
her mouth again. "Help- Mmph!"

	Bud quickly spoke up. "Jesus," he said with mock disgust.
"Kelly's still lying!"

	Al tried to ask Kelly a question, but Peggy interrupted. "Al,
this isn't working," the redhead pointed out. "Maybe we should take
turns spanking her," Peg said. "If we alternate hands, we can spank
Kelly for a long, long time."

	The shapely blonde really started to squirm when she heard
this. Grinning slightly, Bud piped in, "I'll help too! Kelly
shouldn't be allowed to behave like this!"

	Peggy looked at Bud knowingly and winked at him. "Good idea,
son," she said. "I'm glad you're starting to see our side!" Peggy used
one of her arms to help Bud hold her daughter down on the coffee
table.

	"Well, I don't know if Bud should-" a perplexed Al began to
say.

	"Nonsense!" said Peggy. "Al, we have to let Bud understand how
wrong his sister is." She turned to her obedient son and gave him
another secret wink. "Give Kelly a good smack and let her know how
naughty she is!"

	Smack! went Bud's hand gleefully. Smack! Al's belt struck a
fleshy cheek. Smack! whistled Peggy's hand through the air. Smack!
Smack! Smack! went Bud, Al, and Peggy. Smack! Smack! Smack!

	Silenced by Bud's gripping hand, Kelly started to bawl
uncontrollably. Her wracking sobs causing her small firm tits to shake
and wobble...

				* * *

	As Wong watched the exasperated Jefferson leave, he called
over his shoulder, "Come back in." His lovely daughter Victoria
stepped back into the room. Wong turned to her. "That must be same
man, this Bundy?" he asked her.

	Victoria crossed her hands and pouted. "Oh Daddy," she sighed.
"That bad man Mr. Bundy! He doesn't deserve any sympathy!"

	Wong looked unsure. "You know," he began, "antidote to love
potion is maybe possible. I could test-"

	The sexy Chinese teenager interrupted. "No!" she said
emphatically. "Please Daddy, let me handle this!" The shrewd teenage
girl smiled. She realized she had two weeks to look forward to, two
weeks of cock-teasing the unfortunate, sex-crazed Al Bundy. She
started to laugh. "Don't worry, Daddy," she said. "I can handle Al
Bundy."

				* * *

	Al lay on his bed, nursing a severe hard-on with his hand. He
hated to admit it, but giving his daughter such a painful spanking had
excited him tremendously!

	The three Bundys had repeatedly spanked Kelly's plum-like ass
for an hour before she'd finally given in. Gasping in pain, the tear-
faced blonde had managed to gasp something about a secret cubbyhole in
the basement. While Peggy had run down into the basement to get back
her money, Al had ordered Kelly into her bedroom. Sad, thought Al
thought; why would Kelly behave so badly? She'd never been so naughty
before.

	The worried father had wanted to talk to his daughter about
the incident, but Peggy had insisted that she speak to Kelly alone.
Leave this to me, Peggy had sad.

	Al thought again about the sight of his daughter's bright red
ass cheeks poking high in the air. The sight was so arousing, he
realized he'd have to actually make love to his wife to get rid of his
aching boner. Oh well, Al thought, poor Peggy hasn't had sex for ages;
she'll be happy at least. Shamefully, he started to tug harder on his
cock.

				* * *

	Peggy smirked at her daughter. "Bud and I have agreed to back
each other's story," the mother said, nodding to the grinning Bud
standing behind her. "So don't get any ideas about telling your father
the truth."

	Kelly wiped her eyes with a Kleenex. "But- but-"

	"Now, now, Kelly," said her Mom. "You'll still get your new
car. Eventually."

	"H- how?" Kelly sobbed.

	Peggy licked her lips. "Because, honey," she explained,
"tomorrow you'll be coming to work with me."

	Kelly's red eyes bugged wide open. "NO!" she cried.

	"Oh yes," smiled Peggy Bundy. "And I'm going to take half YOUR
profits!"

	The slender blonde girl started crying again. "No! I won't do
it!"

	Bud grinned. "What's that, Kelly?" he asked as he cupped his
hand to his ear. "You say you want to steal money from Mom again
tomorrow?"

	The large-breasted redhead turned and walked to the door.
"Face it, Kelly," she said to her sad-faced daughter. "Now you're
fucked: you're coming to work with me tomorrow, and I'm going to show
you a few new tricks."

	Bud pulled some money out of his pocket and handed Kelly a
measly five dollar bill. "And I'm your first customer," he sneered.
The college boy unzipped his jeans and pulled out his quickly
hardening penis.

	Peg smiled. "Hurry up, Kelly," said her mother, "you should
get all the practice you can for tomorrow!" She then closed her
daughter's door as Bud pushed his cock toward Kelly's attractive face.

	As Peggy Bundy walked back to her own bedroom, she could her
daughter's sobs slowly change into gulping, choking sounds.

			       The End