Maggie (Patreon)

A typical late Saturday morning at the Simpson’s residence finds Homer at the kitchen table reading the newspaper while Marge stands at the stove, dutifully preparing something for breakfast. Middle-aged with three adult children, they should have been empty nesters by now, Lisa has been the only successful one to have moved on and found a life outside of Springfield.

Bart and Maggie, however, still live at home. Whether from bad relationships, party-all-the-time lifestyles, lackadaisical work ethics, poor money management, or combinations thereof…neither of them seems to want to leave any time soon.

Looking more like a sloven teenager than a forty-something-year-old man, Bart wanders downstairs in search of coffee. Homer looks over his reading glasses disapprovingly, eyeing Bart’s attire…pajama bottoms, bathrobe, and a scraggly beard, he’s beginning to resemble the Big Lebowski. Giving Marge a playful swat on the backside before plopping down at the table yields a giggle from his mother…and a growl from his father.

Bart: What’s cookin’ good lookin'?

Marge: Sunny side up, just the way you like ‘em, and a cup of joe.

Bart: Cool. What’s new in the world, Daddy-o?

Homer peers over the edge of his newspaper, closing it halfway to grab a selected page. Slipping it out of the bundle, he slides the single page of newsprint toward his son. Bart looks down at the paper, wrinkling his upper lip as he rolls his eyes. It’s from the classifieds section, specifically the ‘help wanted’ ads.

Bart: Oh, har-dee-har-har. I’ll have you know I had a very successful job interview just this past week.

Marge: Ohhh yeah, I totally forgot. How did your interview at the Kwik-E-Mart go?

Before Bart has time to respond, but plenty of time for Homer to eye the boy and shake his head in disapproval, a door slams upstairs...the voice of Maggie on the phone with one of her girlfriends echoing through the house. Down the stairs and into the living room, a beach towel in hand, the bikini-clad woman makes her way to the kitchen. It's just nice enough out for a little early fall tanning session before the cold weather sets in.

Maggie: Ohh…My…Gawd! Did you see what she was wearing…with those stripper shoes? I know, right! She looked like a total whore. And did you see who she took a selfie with? Sooo hot…totally lives at the gym.

Marge: Nope! Absolutely not, young lady!

Bart: ¡Ay, caramba!

Maggie stops mid-sentence, staring at her mother with an expression of confused astonishment.  Marge points skyward towards the second floor, eyeing her daughter’s barely-there swimwear, her nose wrinkled up as if she’d smelled something rotten.

Marge: You are not wearing that out of this house. March yourself back upstairs and take off that ridiculously skimpy thing, right this instant!

Maggie: (to her phone) Hey, lemme call you back.

Clicking the end call button on her phone, Maggie looks down at the offending garment, then back to her mother with an annoyed expression. Maggie shrugs her shoulders, upturning a hand as if to ask ‘What’s wrong with it?’ The tiny swath of fabric that is its top is wide enough to cover her perky nipples…her areola, not so much.  The bottoms cover even less, little but a thick string that disappears between her labia, only to reappear at the top of her butt crack.

Maggie: Uhhh… You do realize I’m thirty-six years old now, right?

Marge repeats her gesture towards the ceiling, this time making an exaggerated point of eyeing Bart, her husband, and then back to the bikini. Maggie glances toward Bart and Homer, both of them staring at her freshly shaven crotch with nothing but lecherous intent in their eyes. The barely-clad woman scrunches up her face, silently mouthing ‘Euuuw’ upon noticing a tendril of drool running from the corner of Homer’s mouth. Finally catching her daughter‘s eye, Marge cocks her head to the side as if to ask ‘Now do you get it?’

Maggie: Uhhh, yeeeah. I'm gonna go change.

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Original Sketch by Opu5

Colors and Edits by Phillipthe2