Wednesday, February 24, 2010

"Got Milk?"

Starring The Lusty Lactating Bra-Buster Hilda Humper in a story set
two years in the past:
"Got Milk?"
Written and edited by Victor C. Nathan


Hilda Humper was swollen with pride. Aside from pride, Hilda was
always swollen. The blonde bombshell who sported her specially
ordered green triple J cup brassiere had titties the size of megaton
bombs. Hilda's bulging bazooms made basketballs and cannonballs seem
tiny. They even gave beachballs a run for their money. But Hilda's
swollen state didn't involve her bustline which was already
cartoonishly ridiculous in diameter and girth. This voluptous tart
had something else to celebrate. For this day was very special to
her. It was the day that marked the sixteenth anniversary of Hilda's
breastfeeding of Henry. For sixteen years she had allowed her
overendowed son to suck milk from her oversized titties. She was
thinking about ending the practice soon, allowing her boobs to
finally cease producing the substance that Henry loved to drink from
her knockers so often, frequently while eating chocolate chip
cookies. But she hadn't completely decided whether she would continue
breastfeeding him through the rest of his teenage years or not. It
was somewhat a humorous novelty that she still chose to do it. Hilda
bet that she was the only mother whose child got an erection while
nursing.

Hilda smiled as she thought back with pride on the birth of her
younger child. She had counted his fingers and toes and noticed even
then in his infancy that his wee wee was bigger than average. He
simply followed in a proud tradition of Humper men. The young baby
was named Henry Herman Humper after her grandfather who had possessed
an eleven inch penis, the biggest at that point in the evolution of
Humper wee wees, but would be outdone by the twelve inch dick that
Henry sprouted in his puberty. Hilda still remembered back clearly to
when Henry was an infant. Hilda had loved to take out her big
whopping boobs and breastfeed little Henry quite frequently. The
little fellow was not going to be any bottle baby. Not a chance.
Henry was now privy to the biggest set of breasts in town and they
swelled even bigger since all the milk buildup inside them had
ballooned her mammaries to the size of blimps. The baby had nursed so
much that Hilda had nicknamed him Hungry Henry. It wasn't as if the
big-hootered Hilda minded one bit. Her nipples and areola were tough
from all the grown men that had sucked her tits at different times
over the years and still did suck her, this time gaining milk from
her globular glands.

The fact that Miss Humper had a lot of milk stored in her big
boobies, more than even the now sixteen-year-old, but still very
Hungry Henry could drink, had provided her with a fun and unique
opportunity. Hilda had resorted to having the men and boys of the
neighborhood come by and suck her big boobies, extracting all the
milk that they could from them. It was easier than a breast pump and
a hell of a lot more fucking fun. And if the male she was
breastfeeding was eighteen or older, sex normally followed in train.
Hilda loved to rub a guy's hard wee wee as he slurped all the milk he
wanted from her big bouncers. She would pull it out of his pants and
play with it as he fed.

Hilda allowed those under eighteen to suck her titan lactating
titties, but she wouldn't fuck them by any means. It was one of the
few standards that Hilda had. The most she might do is rub the young
fellow's penis through his pants. That was about it. The rest of the
guys however, got the royal treatment.

It was some fun shit. Hilda just loved having her titties sucked,
especially when there was milk to be shared with the boys of the
neighborhood. Breastfeeding and wee wees were a combination that this
woman with maximum tittage could not resist. Hilda had a hungry need
to have at least one wee wee in her mouth everyday. She liked to lick
and suck on a man's peter just for fun. Now she got her titties'
needs met and her insatiable hunger for cock, both in her pussy and
in her mouth, satiated. Life was good for the big-tittied teacher.
Hilda had just nursed her Hungry Henry after he came home with his
driver's license, letting him suck the fuck out of both of her
bobbing twin blimps of boobie desire to reward him, smiling as he
sweated from the effort of extracting all the milk he could from each
of her mammaries. Henry was like a calf when he suckled her tits.
After the high school student had gotten his fill of her tittie milk
he had decided to take an afternoon nap. Currently Hilda was getting
down and dirty with some good times, though not to the point of
actual sex, in the confines of her bedroom and on the location of her
brass king-sized bed.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm," Hilda Humper let out a soft moan of pure ecstatic
carnal release that was not the usual loud outcry that she made when
she was in heat, this due to the fact that Henry was sleeping across
the hall. "Oh, baby, don't stop sucking me. Nurse my big fucking
boobies. Drink all of momma's milk."

One of the neighbor's kids named Sean Blowbody was at this moment in
her arms with his face buried in her jugs. Hilda had allowed him to
come over for a nice feeding in celebration of him getting his
driver's license that day. Both he and Henry were close to the same
age.

"Yum yum," Sean softly commented as he took his lips away from her
bulging left breast and moved to her right one. "This is sure some
good milk, Miss Humper."

"Oh, thank you, baby," Hilda replied sanguinely as she cradled his
blonde head in her arms. "Congratulations, baby. I'm making this a
very sweet sixteen for you, honey."

"Yes, it is," Sean agreed before he reached to unzip his fly. "Now
can you pull him out for me?"

"Oh, Sean," Hilda said as she looked deeply into his face, her gimlet
eyes giving him the undivided attention that she knew that males of
any age craved. "I can't do that. You're underage baby. I could get
in some deep fucking trouble for pulling out your wee wee, baby."

"Please, Miss Humper," Sean begged as he fondled her milk engorged
bazooms with his horny little hands. "I won't tell anybody. I just
want to know what it feels like to my penis. I want you to rub me,
not through my pants, but bare with my actual pecker in your hands.
Please, please, please."

Hilda thought for a moment and then gave Sean's groin a look. She
gleamed when she saw the happy swell that his sucking her lactating
ta tas had brought to his wee wee that now strained against the
fabric of his corduroy pants with the horny pressure Hilda knew that
this young virile teen wanted relieved.

"Oh, Sean," Hilda whined, her own frustration at wanting to play with
his weanie making her feel discouraged; Hilda had some fucking needs
too. "I want to, baby. You are just so young."

"Age is just a number," Sean protested as he slid his fly the rest of
the way down. "I need it. My penis is developed, Miss Humper. It's
seven inches long. I am no child."

"I know, Sean. It is just that I don't want to get into trouble by
doing this. I want to so bad. You're a sweet boy. I want you to do
more than just suck my titties, pleasurable though that may be to the
big fuckers. Sean, I really want to see your penis. I really do."

Sean Blowbody gave her a look that was a mix of sadness and
frustrated desire. The boy wanted to be with a woman, a real woman
with a buxom developed body and one that knew how to give him
pleasure. Hilda could swear that his little eyes were starting to
dampen and to tear up. All he wanted was for her to rub and play with
his bare wee wee. He wasn't asking that much. He wasn't asking for
anything that she hadn't done for herds of men. And Hilda had done
much more than rub the cocks of most of them. But that was the
problem. Once she started rubbing, sucking was the next step and then
fucking the third. Hilda finally came to a decision after several
minutes of thinking.

Hilda thought for just a moment more. Then she finally responded with
a grim look on her face, not wanting to turn down a wee wee of any
age.

"Oh, baby," Hilda said, looking sorrowfully at the sixteen-year-
old. "But I would never be able to live with myself. Well, I could
probably live with myself, tee hee. But you are under age. Honey, it
is not as if I don't want to play with your wee wee. I would love to.
It is just not the proper thing for a woman of my age to do. But
wait. I have an idea that I think you will absolutely love."

Hilda had just formed the idea as a great alternative for the horny
boy. What a brainchild she had. All Miss Humper had to do was make a
phone call next door. It was next door that her neighbors, the
Chesters, resided. There was one person in the Chester household that
she knew she could hook Sean Blowbody up with for the afternoon if he
wanted his penis to get some attention.

Hilda knew the perfect girl. It was the daughter of Mr. and Mrs.
Chester. Her name was Mabel Chester. Mabel was sixteen, but Hilda
knew that this girl had been around the block sexually. Mabel had
fucked nearly the whole football team if her cheerleader daughter,
Harriet was to be believed.

Mabel was also in the same physical vein as Harriet. Mabel had some
breasts that were humongous. Her big knockers were the fantasy of
nearly every boy at Taft And Adams High School. They all wanted to
get their rough uncaring hands on Mabel's rack and their needful wee
wees in her frequently plowed pussy. And many of these young high
school horn dogs got to fuck her too. Hilda was sure that Mabel would
have no qualms about coming over and satisfying Sean's every need.

"I know just the girl for you to meet this afternoon," Hilda said,
smiling as her big bosom shook on her chest with a resounding
heaviness that tits of the J cup variety often displayed. "Just let
me make one little phone call."

"Okay," Sean replied with a wide grin that showed that his
disappointment was once again replaced with the hope of getting
fucked, the lad wanting to lose his cumbersome virginity more than
anything.

"This girl's name is Mabel Chester," Hilda explained as she situated
her rounded ass, which was presently adorned in nothing but a pair of
green panties, on the bed until her beautiful rear end felt
comfortably cushioned. "She's sixteen, Sean. That makes it all okay.
There are no legal quandaries to get around with her. With me it is a
different story."

Hilda arose promptly from the bed, her uncovered basketball breasts
quaking as she began to walk into the next room, the den, with her
usual sexy saunter, her cute round fanny swishing from side to side.
The buxom broad reached for the phone to call Mabel's number, having
seen her pull into her driveway an hour before and knowing that her
parents were both still at work. This was going to go like clockwork.
Plus, Hilda was excited that Principal Ron Johnson was stopping by in
fifteen minutes to sip some milk from her big yummy orbs.

Hilda dialed the number.

"Hi, Mabel," Hilda spoke with a sugary sweetness that always
characterized her phone voice. "I'm fine. I just thought that you
might like to come over. I have a nice boy here that I thought you
might like to meet. He's sixteen years old and his name is Sean. Sean
also happens to be your favorite kind to get in the sack. He's a
virgin. But he's got a big wee wee for his age. Seven inches is what
he told me."

"Oh, goody!" Mabel Chester squealed girlishly as she adjusted one of
the straps of her enormous bra that held her very young, but very
large knockers. "I just love virgins! I like wee wee just like you do
Miss Humper! Lots and lots of wee wee! Hee hee hee! Seven inches of
fucky fucky fun! Tee hee hee!"

"I know you do," Hilda retorted with a grin at this young big-boobed
vixen's immaturity. "I definitely know that you do. Your reputation
precedes you, sweetie. And there is nothing wrong with a girl wanting
some wee wee at all. They feel good as fuck in your pussy."

This was going to work out just fine, Hilda thought to herself.

"Oh, yes! Yaaaaaaahhhhhh!" Mabel screamed. "A nice cute boy just for
me! I am so horny!"

"Then I am happy for you," Hilda responded as she pushed her left
boob up to her mouth and took a swig of milk from her big nipple. "I
was hoping you would want to come over. You're going to make a boy's
day and take a boy's virginity away. All in all, that's not bad for a
day's work. Getting a nice big virgin cock shoved in that experienced
pussy of yours."

"Oh, golly! Oh, thank you, Miss Humper!" Mabel cried in a very young
sounding little girl voice that seemed to be silly and a bit air-
headed. "Give me about ten minutes. I have to take me a quick shower.
The cable guy and I just about broke my new mattress when he stopped
by today. But what a wee wee!"

"Okay," Hilda said with a satisfied smile as she let her tittie fall
back into its original position, thinking at the time that this girl
was about as much of a bimbo as she was. "And thanks, Mabel. You're a
sweetie."

Hilda walked back into the bedroom where she knew Sean eagerly waited
for her return. When she walked in she was a little surprised. Sean
was lying back on the bed with the front of his pants completely open
and his dick out. The young fellow was rubbing and stroking it
furiously, really masturbating up a storm. Sean flinched as Hilda
entered the room, knowing that he had been caught. His face turned
crimson. Hilda looked at the member protruding outward from him and
whistled softly in admiration.

"Wow, sweetie," Hilda practically whooped. "That's some wee wee for a
young guy like you. It's at least seven inches, if not bigger than
that. Maybe I should have reconsidered." She chuckled after this
statement.

"I told you, Miss Humper," Sean said, losing his shyness and
continuing to rub his weanie vigorously, more so now that her titties
were in eyeshot. "My penis started growing like a weed when I hit
puberty. The thing is, the doctor said that it might grow some more."

"Well, when that penis is eighteen, you come ring my doorbell and
we'll give that fucker a test run in my pussy. Okay?"

Sean nodded and moaned as he quickly neared an orgasm. Beads of pre-
cum trickled down the rigid length of him.

"Is wee wee almost ready to spit?" Hilda asked the boy, wanting to
help him so much with her own hands.

"Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!" Sean screeched, his eyes shut tight as he gave
his penis strong steady strokes with his palm and parted
fingers. "I'm going to come! I'm going to come!"

"Then let's check your aim, champ," Hilda said in a quick voice as
she kneeled at the foot of the bed near where Sean was waxing his cue
stick, her ballooning bazooms leaping as she went to her knees in
front of him. "I want you to try to aim your wee wee so all that cum
will go in my mouth. If not, I will still get to get all of your jizz
on my face and my titties. And I love jizz. Just tell me when you are
ready."

It was just a thirty second span of silence and then Sean let out a
whooping cry of pleasure as his young johnson tensed. Hilda smiled as
she watched the head of his wee wee swell and she moved her head and
her open mouth to where it was most likely to spurt.

"Oh, now! I'm coming now! Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh! It feels so.......good!"

And come he did. Sean gripped his shaft with his right hand and aimed
at where Hilda knelt with her mouth, her thick ruby red lips, open in
a gaping O. Hilda giggled and laughed as she watched the first
powerful stream of fluid leap from the head of his wee wee. It flew
through the air and landed squarely in her mouth, some of it
splashing onto her chin.

"Yes!" the horny Humper managed. "Yummy, yummy! More, Sean, more!"

Next, two fast bursts of semen shot like a cannon out of the tube of
his cock. One found its mark in her mouth and the other splashed her
lactating knockers that were rippling and jostling as Hilda worked to
catch all his cum. Sean came again and again and most of his seed
filled Hilda's more than accomodating mouth and throat. Sean was so
proud of himself and Hilda was proud of the young man's wee wee.

"Oh, Sean," Hilda moaned, rising from her knees and wiping the cum
off the edge of her mouth and beaming at the youngster. "I am so
proud of my big boy's wee wee. Mmmmmmmmm. That was a yummy snack for
me. I may just skip lunch. That was a motherload of wee wee juice.
Slurrrrrrppppppp!"

Hilda Humper lapped the excess cum off of each of her majestic titan
tits slowly and efficiently, making her jumbo juggies jostle and
fucking jump. Hilda's big boobs were so amazingly beautiful and they
made Sean's penis quickly regain its stiffness. Hilda shook her
bouncy assets just to be provocative and titillating. Hilda got
several Kleenex and wiped off the stray drops of his baby batter from
her mighty bazooms and then took another sip of milk from one nipple
and then the other. Then she stood up and gave Sean a playful little
sideways glance.

"How you feeling, baby?" Hilda asked him in a husky and suggestive
voice. "You know we still have about ten minutes till Mabel shows up."

"We do?" Sean said blankly as he still watched her bosom toss and
sway like a ship in a storm at high sea.

"Oh, yes, sweetie," Hilda replied, walking around the perimeter of
the bed and grinning like a mule eating briers the whole way. "It's
my turn now, baby. You just squirted me with your wee wee pole. Now I
have to squirt you. It is only fair."

"Okay," Sean agreed, now getting the idea of what she had in her
fertile, filthy little mind that was situated behind the most
gorgeous face the boy had ever seen.

He turned towards where Hilda stood at the edge of the bed and had
her hands hard around one of her bloated titties that was the size of
a zeppelin because of her delicious milk that swelled it to a mega
size.

"Squirtsies! Squirtsies!" Hilda screamed and laughed in one breath as
she squeezed her left mammoth milker with a lot of force and roared
with amusement as a stream of thin white milk shot from it like a
cow's udder. "Open wide, little boy! Momma cow's got some milk for
you to drink! It's good for your bones and it seems to be affecting
your boner too! Mooooooooooooo, motherfucker! Moooooooooooooo!"

And he did. Sean opened his mouth as she continued to spray her milk,
now working both knockers and making the white substance spray from
both of her boobies. He thought it tasted delicious and drank down
every stream that she aimed at him. The lad couldn't help recalling
the time that he had visited his grandparents' farm and watched his
grandpa milk the cow, squirting some of the milk into the mouth of
their pesky cat that always hung around. Seeing her huge hooters
squirting milk made his dick stand rock hard at attention. He liked
playing the part of the baby with this woman and her triple J cup
mammary glands. Hilda seemed to like doing it too.

"Mmmmmmmmm, boy!" Sean exclaimed. "All I need now is some cookies to
go with it!"

Hilda had to laugh at the remark and kept emptying her mountainous
chest in powerful streams in the intentional direction of his mouth.
She was going to keep the little horn dog entertained until Mabel
Chester arrived to tickle his deprived wee wee. Hilda pressed her
titties together and this made them spray wildly in all directions,
most of the milk missing Sean and wetting the bedspread of the bed.
What the hell? Hilda thought as she milked her famous udders that
made men drool the valley over. Pushing them together created acres
of cleavage and Hilda smiled as Sean began to stroke his erection
again.

"Better save some of that for Mabel," Hilda warned him as she made a
very thick stream of milk drench his swollen shaft that jutted up
from his lap in a rigid state of exuberance. "Cause that girl likes
to drain a man's poor wee wee dry."

"My penis is all milky," Sean said, laughing as his stroking
slowed. "That's some funny shit!"

"Yes, it is," Hilda agreed as she gave her milk balloons a rest at
long last after what felt like a gallon had been extracted by her
efforts. "You're a fun guy to play with, honey."

Hilda Humper walked to the bathroom and got two warm wet washcloths
and pranced, still topless, back into the bedroom where Sean was
covered with the milk from her titties and some of the cum that had
recklessly splattered on him when he was aiming his wee wee for her
mouth.

"Here you go, sweetheart," Hilda said sweetly to the sixteen-year-old
as she handed him one of the steaming hot washcloths. "Better clean
yourself off before Mabel gets here. She should be here any minute
now. That girl is going to be so fucking horny when she comes in this
house and sees you. You better be ready for a wild afternoon, baby."

"Wow," Sean said, wide-eyed as he applied the cloth to his face and
then his chest and his sticky and milk-soaked wee wee that still had
a hint of an erection left in its long and very thick trunk. "I am a
little nervous."

"Don't be, Sean," Hilda soothingly replied as she dabbed at her high,
proud mountainous milk jugs with the warm fabric, lovingly cleaning
each jiggling mound of succulent flesh slowly and deliberately as if
she were cleaning precious and priceless artifacts that had immense
worth. "Mabel will make you feel like you have been humping all your
life. You will have the proudest fucking wee wee on the whole
motherfucking block. How does that make you feel?"

"Proud as hell," Sean ebulliently proclaimed in a voice that still
contained a hint of meekness in its tone. "I want to come inside of
that girl's hot pussy."

"Oh, baby," Hilda proudly uttered. "You can. You can. And I know that
you will. Make her feel so much fucking pleasure, baby. Fuck her like
she has never been fucked before."

With this comment the dialogue between Sean and his milk maid was
interrupted by the loud sound of the doorbell of the Humper house as
it echoed through the rooms and made it to their ears.

"Oh, shit!" Sean panicked. "She's here! She's really fucking here!"

"Of course she's here," Hilda laughed. "I invited the little bimbo."

Sean nervously jerked his pants up and on and struggled as his hands
shook to get his fly zipped up. He tucked his throbbing cock into his
pants and finally had the zipper closed and his pants buttoned. Sean
straightened his wrinkled shirt and then proceeded to walk with Hilda
to the door. Hilda did not even bother to put her bra back on and her
mighty bazooms quivered as she advanced to the front door. She was
still in her panties too. It was the Humper way to greet a guest
paying a visit.

Sean touched one of her bobbing boobies as they walked together and
she grinned wickedly at him and grabbed his penis through his pants
and squeezed it very hard.

"You little fucker," Hilda huskily whispered in a sexy voice. "I'm
going to get this wee wee one day. It's going to be fucking my pussy
so hard."

Hilda reached for the door knob and pulled it open. As she did she
heard a flurry of giggling behind it and then the sweet sexy face of
Mabel Chester smiling with her typical cute naive little girl grin.

"Oh, hi, Miss Humper!" Mabel managed in a bubbly valley girl
voice. "How are you doing?"

"Hi, Mabel," Hilda amusedly retorted. "You sure look excited."

"That's 'cause I am!" Mabel exclaimed, sounding rather dense in her
reply. "I want to have me some fun, fun, fun till Hildy takes the wee
wee away! Tee hee hee hee hee hee heeeeeee!"

"This is Sean," Hilda said, ignoring the big-tittied girl's blather
as the young man peeked around the corner shyly to check out this
buxom young thing.

Sean was amazed. This sixteen-year-old vixen with her sandy brown
hair was the hottest female he had ever seen. Her blue eyes looked
directly into his green ones and her big bosom heaved from all the
laughter she had just expelled from her pouty red lips. Sean knew
that she was going to be one unforgettable little fuck. He couldn't
wait to get his wily wee wee into a cunny like hers.

"Hi," was all the astonished boy could say.

"Tee hee! Hi," Mabel managed in a giggly little voice that made her
chest jiggle again and her cleavage quake visibly against the scoop
neckline of her dark blue blouse that held back the tide of tittage
that loomed against all constraint with obvious weighty resolve and
an almost independent will to escape and obtain the freedom of the
open air that the umbrage of her top now prevented them. "Wow wee!
You are a cutie! I just love blonde boys! Hee hee!"

Sean Blowbody smiled at this comment and felt the tension in his
pants grow as Mabel Chester's blue eyes drank him in and studied him
from head to toe with a hypnotized lustful gaze as her nipples turned
erect and pointy beneath her top and pricked against the fabric of
her blouse for him to see.

"Thanks," Sean spoke flatly, still intimidated by this giddy big-
boobed cheerleader who was so forward and not at all taken aback by
the idea of a fuck with a guy she had just met.

Hilda interrupted his awkward pause immediately.

"Why don't you kids come in and get a soda or something out of the
fridge and go in the den and talk and get to know each other a
little. Want to?"

"Yeah," Sean replied.

"Sure!" Mabel practically burst and she sprang into the Humper house
like a hyperactive third grader who had just consumed a chocolate bar.

The young beauty led the way, practically skipping towards the
kitchen, her cute buxom body shifting and her round butt swaying in a
way that revealed her young age and lack of maturity. "It's follow
the leader's butt! Tee hee hee hee! Ha ha! The boys all like my big
butt!"

Sean could certainly see why. His penis sure liked the sight of it
and swelled even more beneath his trousers. Mabel was a girl who was
big in all the right places. He hoped that she found him big enough
in one crucial area. He was pretty fucking sure she would.

"Just grab you a drink," Hilda said as she followed the two teenagers
into the kitchen, lagging a bit behind by walking slower, though her
boobs still flailed freely without her green bra around them to give
them all the support they needed. "Get you a snack too."

"Thanks Miss Humper!" Mabel thankfully resounded in her always
caffeinated sounding voice that seemed forever ready to make up a new
cheer on cue. "Here's one for you, sweetie!"

Mabel handed a can of Coke to Sean as he arrived at the refrigerator
seconds after she opened it. Her blouse seemed to beg for mercy as
her breasts hung heavily down like giant sacks as she leaned over to
retrieve the drinks from a lower shelf in the fridge. Sean liked what
he saw. The two kids walked into the living room and Hilda headed in
the other direction.

"You kids have fun!" she called out as she headed for her bedroom. "I
have to get ready for a meeting. Principal Johnson is going to be
here shortly."

Sean and Mabel sat down together on the sofa in the den and sipped
their soft drinks for several minutes in silence. Sean stiltedly
tried to get comfortable beside her and she turned and gave him the
cutest little hint of a smile.

"Hey there," Mabel breathed in the softest voice she had used since
her arrival. "Why are you way over on the other side of the couch?
Come a little closer."

Sean raised himself up ever so slightly and slid nearer to her, his
eyes now fixated on the jugs that she had stuffed into her blouse.

"You like what you see?" Mabel asked him with an amused smirk. "The
boys at school tell me that they look like big watermelons. I got the
biggest boobies in my tenth grade class. All the other girls act like
I am Dolly Parton or something. Hee hee!"

"Yeah, I like 'em," Sean said succinctly as he felt the tool in his
pants swell to an easily visible protrusion.

"Then why don't you touch my girlies?" Mabel said with a nervous
giggle. "My tittie mounds want to feel a boy's touchy fingers on
them. They love to be petted. You want to pet my puppies? I promise
they won't bark. Or is it bite? Hee hee hee hee!"

"Okay," Sean answered slowly, his penis so taut and begging for the
release of the semen that was beginning to get pent up once again in
his sixteen-year-old sack that only ten minutes before had spewed its
load messily on Hilda Humper's face, titties and floor through the
seven inch stalk of his wee wee. "I am just nervous, Mabel. That's
all."

Mabel Chester got up so close to him that he could feel her sweet
breath on the side of his face. Sean could feel one of her young
giant boobs pressing into his chest and its sharp nipple scratching
against him. He quivered and felt the pre-cum ooze and dribble from
the head of his prick as it lay engorged behind his fly and now so
swollen that he was sure that it had attracted Mabel's attention.
Mabel gently took his hand and placed it against the breast that was
farthest from him.

"How does that feel, sweetiepie?" Mabel asked in a Marilyn Monroe-
sounding voice that seemed to croon and move like molasses into his
inner ear. "It looks like it has brought somebody up to say hello.
Tee hee hee! Mr. Wee Wee is so well mannered. He is standing up
straight and tall for Mabel's mammie mounds! Hee hee hee! Or was it
her big butt that made him start to grow? Mr. Wee Wee seems like he
is so sweet! Is your wee wee a good boy?"

"Sometimes," Sean replied as his fingers closed around the soft
nubile flesh of the right side of her extremely swollen bustline as
his shyness subsided a little and moved into the background of his
mind. His little head was doing all the thinking right now and it
liked what he held. "Oh, gee! You are so soft! So big and so soft!"

"Mmmmmmmmmm," Mabel Chester cooed as Sean began to fondle her tit and
then moved to the other one, his hands greedy and his penis pulsing
with desire. "I'm going to take my blouse off, baby, so you can see
my puppies uncovered and naked as a jaybird. Tee hee! It might make
that fellow in your pants spit up. Hee hee! I love boys!"

Mabel reached for her low cut dark blue blouse and yanked it
unabashedly over her head. Sean gasped as he watched her titan
titties bounce into view. They had cherry red nipples and areola that
were huge and they sat high and proud on her chest. These babies
looked much too big for a girl of merely sixteen.

"Holy shit!" Sean burst out, his eyes growing nearly to the size of
saucers as he surveyed the Chester landscape. "I want to suck 'em!"

"Hee hee hee! You horny little horn dog! You do love my big girls,
don't you?"

"Hell, yeah!" Sean proclaimed in a loud voice that traveled through
the room. "They are fucking huge too! Fucking mountains!"

Mabel Chester giggled and then leaned to give Sean a kiss that lasted
and lasted, her warm thick lips opening and allowing him to probe
inside with his tongue. Her breathing was palpably heavy and excited.
Sean loved having the Chester chick's bazooms pressing naked against
him, squashing against him with all their marvelous soft flesh. But
he almost jumped as she spoke softly.

"You greedy little sex fiend. You want some tittie and I haven't even
seen your biggest part. Hee hee! It's time I got to pull him out and
introduce myself before you started nursing on momma Chester's
mammies. I want to see that sweet wee wee right now. I'm getting real
fucking curious about how big of a boy he is."

With this Mabel turned at an angle, letting him see her massive
melons from the side and adjusted her big ass on the sofa as her
hands went to his zipper. Mabel looked as thrilled as a young child
opening his first present on Christmas Day.

"Wheeeeee! I want to see! Wee wee, wee wee! Tee hee hee!" Mabel
cackled as her little greedy fingers pulled down his fly with a
jolt. "Come here, Mr. Penis or Mabel is coming in to get you! Hee
hee! I'm not going to hurt you, Mr. Penis! I just want to play with
you!"

Sean smiled widely as Mabel unbuttoned his pants and opened the whole
front of them before she tried to fish out his hard straight stick.

"Wheeeeee!" Mabel screeched as her little fingers moved inside of
Sean's underwear and yanked his fully erect penis free of its
confines. "Holy shit! What a whopper! How big is he?"

"About seven inches," Sean replied with a gasp of bliss as the
sixteen-year-old bombshell's eager digits slid over the bone-hard
length of him. "And the doctor said that he might grow some more too."

Sean thought it was rather humorous the way they both referred to his
pecker in the first person as if it were an individual. It may not
have been an individual, but it definitely had feelings. Right now it
was feeling pretty fucking spectacular. Mabel tickled Sean's balls
briefly and then let her little hand go back to his wee wee, taking
the head of it in her fingers and the rest of it she grasped tightly
in her palm.

"I love him!" Mabel exploded in a giggly howl of amusement and
titillation and her hand moved up and down and jerked him off. "I
want to kiss your big boy! Can I kiss him, Sean, can I? Tee hee!
Cause I fucking want to! He's bigger than the cable guy's pee wee!"

"Oh, sure," Sean breathed as he slid his undone pants to the
floor. "Let me give you some easy access and get these pants out of
the way."

"Oh, goody! Oh, goody! Oh, fucking fucking shit! A dicky! A dicky! A
wee wee just for me! I'm going to do everything to Mr. Penis! He
belongs to me now!" Mabel screamed as she bounced up and down on her
big round ass on the sofa cushion and her young tittie mounds leaped
in perfect weighty unison. "I'll suck him! I'll lick him! I'll
squeeze him and make him come! Then I'll buck him! I'll fuck him! Oh,
Mr. Wee Wee, you're the one!"

Sean laughed and squeezed the beautiful Mabel Chester's titties as
she grabbed his sack with one hand and with the other raised the long
trunk of his dick straight up to where it was pointing at the ceiling
and its mushroom head was in a position where she was looking down
directly on top of it. Mabel licked her lips as she surveyed its
swollen head and puckered little opening of a pee hole. Then the
Chester chick leaned forward and extended her tongue, letting it
slide subtly across the tip of Sean's penis, grazing the sensitive
pee wee hole in the process.

"Mmmmmmm!" Mabel moaned. "Tasty!"

"Aaaaaahhhhhh!" Sean softly grunted as he felt his member twitch and
a droplet of pre-cum bubble from the end of his cock in a delightful
twinge of wee wee fun. "I can't believe this is happening to me!"

"This is nothing yet," Mabel replied as Sean pressed her gorgeous
jugs close together. "You haven't felt me suck him yet. Make no
mistake. I'm going to make more wee wee juice come out of him than
you have ever squirted before."

Meanwhile, upstairs in Hilda's bedroom, Principal Ron Johnson had
already arrived and was getting down to business.

"Not so loud, Ronnie," Hilda whispered. "You'll wake up Henry in the
next room. He was all tuckered out after I breastfed him."

"I can't help it, Hilda," Ron replied. "Your blow jobs drive my
pecker fucking crazy. Excuse me. They drive my wee wee crazy. I just
love your childish terminology. Makes me feel like a kid instead of a
principal."

"Well, keep it down a little bit. I'm trying to get some wee wee
juice out of your big fucking weanie and you better not wake my
tittie baby up while I am doing it," Hilda warned as her blonde head
returned to his lap and inched his nine inch tube snake back into her
mouth.

Principal Johnson winced in a pleasurable feeling of overbearing
pleasure and went back to rubbing his two favorite titties. These
fucking megaton bombs were exquisite. Ron loved getting his wee wee
fellated by this mountain-tittied trollop.

"Fuck," Ron snapped softly. "That feels fucking amazing. Take it all
in, baby."

An obstructed grunt was her only reply. Hilda wanted to make sure
that she cleaned out his pipes good this afternoon.

Hilda loved Principal Ron's dick. Her loud slurping fellating
possessed a lot of suction. Hilda wanted to get all the baby batter
out of his johnson that she could get. Ron Johnson reached and
squeezed Hilda Humper's blimp-sized boobies so hard that the milk
began to squirt.

"Yeah, momma!" Ron yelped rather loudly as his wee wee pulsed with
her fellatio and the milk sprayed all over both of them. "I'm milking
a fucking cow!"

"Shut the fuck up!" Hilda snapped as she yanked his dick out of her
mouth and gave him a scolding look. "What did I fucking tell you
about waking up little Henry? I just fed him earlier and I want him
to have a nice relaxing nap. He was getting a little cranky earlier
and he needs his rest. I'm so close to just sending you home without
finishing this fucking blow job. If you don't be quiet you are not
going to get this big motherfucking wee wee in my pussy at all. Do
you understand?"

"Come on, Hilda," Ron Johnson retorted. "The kid's fucking sixteen
years old, for fuck's sake."

"One more crack and you don't get your fucking wee wee sucked," Hilda
snapped, cradling his nutsack in her hands at this point, her titan
titties quaking with her agitation like volcano aching to erupt.

"I could threaten you with job repercussions," Ron said in a stealthy
savvy voice. "I have that power."

"In your fucking dreams," Hilda sarcastically retorted as she lifted
her left knocker up to her lips and took a long refreshing sip. "And
I could tell your fucking wife. What about that?"

"Anything but that," Ron Johnson begged in a babyish voice as he took
to stroking her breasts in an attempt to soothe this woman slightly
scorned. "My career would be jeopardized. A marital rift is something
that I already have. I just don't want to deal with a divorce at this
moment."

"Well then, Ronnie," Miss Humper said coyly as she pressed her finger
against the pee pee hole of his pee wee head that swelled
proudly. "You better not be throwing out this fucking shit about
repercussions to my job. Got it?"

"Yes," Ronnie whined like an infant now. "Just don't tell my wife.
Please, please, please!"

"Oh, shut up," Hilda said disgustedly. "Are you a man or a fucking
tittie baby?"

"I think right now I would rather be a tittie baby," Ron Johnson
laughed and his chuckle brought a smile back to Hilda's face and the
softness in her touching of his big wee wee reflected it.

Downstairs the action was getting even more intense. The only
difference was that Sean and Mabel were definitely not quarreling.
They were too busy getting down and dirty for that.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm!" Mabel managed as her thick lips wrapped around Sean's
weanie that was so hard and pressurized that he thought that it could
never feel this good again.

Sean bucked at the hips and practically fucked Mabel Chester's face.
She lay flat on the floor and Sean had his legs apart and his knees
on either side of her beautiful head whose sandy blonde hair flowed
on the carpet and whose mouth was open into a gigantic O. Sean
Blowbody fucked her willing mouth and his hands reached back to grip
her young bouncy boobs that sprung on her chest like active
kangaroos. He thrust downward in exactly the way that Mabel had asked
him to. He bucked his pelvis into her face and his jumbo organ slid
deftly in and out of her mouth that sucked hard at it despite the
speed of his entering and exiting her oral cavity with his plunging
phallus.

"Oh, fuck!" Sean cried out as his hands went now to her ears. "Take
it! Oh, shit! Oh, geez! Oh, fucking shit! Take it all, baby! This wee
wee's for you! How do you like Mr. Wee Wee now?"

With this remark Mabel smiled, even though her mouth was full, and
then gave him a beam that lit up her beautiful eyes. Her mouth was
taking the full forceful brunt of a seven inch missile that she
craved like a junkie on a heroin binge. Mabel's tongue would
occasionally lap against his penis as it plunged down into her face.
Sean grunted and cried like a baby as he face-fucked her for all he
was worth. This chick was definitely tawdry, he thought. Sean placed
the palms of his hands flat against the floor and pounded his cock as
hard into her throat as he could. Sean's big balls beat against her
chin as he engaged in this blissful exercise in wee wee stimulation.

"Oh, Hilda," Ron Johnson said softly in a reconciliatory tone as he
fondled her twin towers and then sucked for several seconds on one of
her erect nipples. "I'm sorry. I should be more considerate. After
all, your tittie baby is sleeping."

"That's true," Hilda replied, smiling and wrapping her hands around
his now softening semi-erection. "But I should not have fucking
cussed at you though. Let's just forget it, baby. Want to?"

"Sure, baby," Ron breathed in a sweet voice as he laid the triple J
cupped vixen back on the bed and eased her legs apart. "Now how about
me giving you the wee wee that you always call precious?"

"Mmmmmmmmm. That would be heavenly. Fucking amazing even," Hilda
laughed at the stupidity of their earlier little tiff. "I think Mr.
Johnson, that I would like to have you fuck me. Remember baby, let's
keep the noise to a minimum."

"We will," Ron answered as he eased his now rock solid erection down
between her spread thighs and to the soft pink opening of her
pussy. "Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh. Shit, you're so fucking tight."

Ron was considerably quieter than he was previously as he jabbed his
stiff shaft into her tight hot tunnel and shoved it to the hilt. The
fucking had begun and he was determined to fuck her so hard that he
would actually come close to satiating her.

Downstairs, the fun was still going at a rapid and unabated pace.
Sean had just emptied his load into Mabel's mouth ten minutes before
and now was fully erect and ready to go again.

"Oh, goody!" Mabel Chester shrieked. "Mr. Wee Wee is all hard and
ready to fuck me! Oh, goody goody cumdrops! Sean, please stick him in
my pussy! Please, please, please!"

"You got it, sweetie," Sean stated in a deep and now more confident
voice as he unlocked his lips from one of her young whopping funbags.
He gripped his rigid phallic length and slid closer to where Mabel
had gone to her back on the carpet and spread her thighs wide
apart. "I'm going to fuck the shit out of you."

"Wheeeeee!" Mabel cried as she rubbed the wee wee that was now just
inches from her labia. "He's a big fucker! I want all of him in my
fucking kitty cat! Tee hee hee! Fuck me, Sean!"

Sean Blowbody grabbed Mabel's legs and shoved them as far apart as
possible. He then slid in between them, his dick throbbing and
several drops of clear pre-cum dripping down onto her legs. Sean was
going to bury his boner deep inside of this tart.

"Oh, shit!" Sean grunted as his penis eased against her pussy and
then slickly penetrated her lush open lips like a knife through hot
butter. "Oh, fuck, you're tight!"

"Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!" Mabel squealed in a wild cry. "It feels good!
It feels so fucking good! It fucking tickles!"

Sean then began his rhythm, savoring the warm feel of Mabel's young
hot vagina hugging every inch of his hard-on as he bucked and fucked
it.

Their cries were in unison and they both moved their pelvises
together as mono and their bodies slapped together.

"Oh! Oh! You know what, Sean?" Mabel managed through her laborious
breathing.

"Ah! Ah! What, Mabel?" Sean replied as he felt his dick touch her
deep inside.

"This is even better than fucking the cable guy!" Mabel giggled
through a moan of coital exuberance as her young jiggling jugs
bounced in time with their fucking.


THE END

"Wee Wee Camp: Day One"

Starring Henry Humper And Introducing The Tittie Matriarch, June
Humper In A Story That Puts The Fun In Dysfunctional And Breaks All
The Boundaries Of Good Taste.
And Now, From The Uncensored Files:
"Wee Wee Camp: Day One"
Written by Victor C. Nathan and Chantal Lefleur


"Mom, hey, Mom!" Henry Humper yelled as he opened the door of the
home he shared with his mother, Hilda and his older sister,
Harriet. "I got my report card, Mom, and guess what?"

"Henry, must you make so much noise?" his beautiful, buxom mother
asked him in reply, coming down the stairs to join her son in the
front hall of their home. "You sound like a herd of elephants
sometimes, I swear."

"But Mom!" he repeated. "I got my report card, and guess what? I got
all As!"

"Henry, I am so proud of you," Hilda told him, reaching out and
stroking the side of his cheek with her well manicured right hand. "I
knew you had done well, I already spoke to some of your teachers, and
I really can't tell you how proud I am. In fact, I have planned a
special surprise for you."

"Wow, Mom, thanks," said Henry excitedly, unbuttoning his trousers
and lowering the fly.

"No, Henry," said Hilda, laughing at his automatic response. "I have
an even better surprise. I'm sending you to visit Grandma June and
Grandpa Ward at the farm for a week. What do you think of that?"

"You mean I'm going to wee wee camp?" queried Henry, zipping his
pants back up.

"Tee hee hee," giggled Hilda. "I guess Grandma June does like to play
with your big fucker a lot, doesn't she? I'm glad you're excited,
sweetie. You deserve this."

"No shit, Mom?" Henry asked her, his eyes gazing raptly at the
inordinate amount of cleavage showing, squeezing out of the low cut
white blouse she had stretched over her mammoth knockers, a blouse
probably one size too small considering that it looked like she had
forced two midgets under it with much difficulty.

"No shit, sweetie," Hilda replied, smiling as her boy gaped at her
bulging bazooms. "You're really going to stay a week with your
grandparents. You should have a lot of fun. You can help Grandpa
around the farm, milking cows, feeding the livestock and you can eat
a lot of your Grandma June's homemade chocolate chip cookies. I
figure my big boy deserves it when he gets all As. Your junior high
guidance counselor was wrong, Henry. You're not a moron after all."

"Milking cows? Eating chocolate chip cookies?" Henry laughed out loud
as he patted one of his mother's oversized glands with an open hand
and then gave it a playful pinch. "What the fuck are you talking
about? I'm going to motherfucking wee wee camp. The only work I am
worried about doing is feeding my pet snake. Grandma June just wants
me to visit so she can see the pride of the Humper family again."

Henry pointed down at his groin area as he continued.

"Grandma may be an old broad, but she is still one big-tittied bitch
just like you are, Mom. Going to see June is like going to Big Tittie
City and Wee Wee Central. And Granny will do about any crazy shit."

By now Henry had a hand down Hilda's blouse and his right hand
fondled her giant left tit, squashing the pliable abundance of flesh.

"Why, Henry, you really are a naughty boy, tee hee, grabbing Momma's
big fucking tittie like that," Hilda said, smiling indulgently at her
youngest child. "I'm so glad you're excited, sweetheart. I really am."

"Oh, you bet I am, Mom," said Henry eagerly, already going over in
his mind the way his grandmother always let him play with her huge
flesh balloons, which were even larger than the ones he now had his
hands on. "I think my wee wee is more excited than I am."

"Tee hee hee, Henry," replied Hilda with her trademark girlish
giggle, looking down at the huge bulge forming in the front of her
son's trousers. "Why, I think your excite-o-meter must be at about a
ten, baby."

"Oh, you bet it is, Mom," laughed Henry, blushing slightly as his
mother glanced at the tent he was pitching in his Dockers. "Grandma
June loves to play with my big fucker, and she lets me play with her
big old titties any time I want. This will sure beat that summer camp
you used to send me to."

Henry reluctantly removed his hand from his mother's massive mammary
mound and reached his hand into his trousers to rearrange himself and
relieve the pressure his erect phallus was placing on the front of
his pants.

"I think I'm going to go upstairs and get packed, Mom," he said
excitedly. "I'm going to wee wee camp, I'm going to wee wee camp. I
can't fucking wait!"

"Yes, you should pack," Hilda agreed, stepping close to him, her
mountainous mounds way ahead of her, so fucking large that her blouse
looked as if it could be hiding Saddam's missing weapons of mass
destruction. "But I think we need to unpack first, sweetie."

"Unpack?" Henry asked her, confused as she practically shoved her
monstrous set towards him as one of her barely restrained tits
heavily bumped his arm and then brushed against it.

"Yes, baby. We need to unpack something very important," Hilda
huskily cooed, grinning wickedly as she breathlessly undid the front
of his pants. "We need to unpack this big weapon of yours before you
pack any fucking shit, sweetheart. Actually, your excite-o-meter is
about a twelve right now, isn't it?"

"Wow, I think my excite-o-meter is off the fucking scale," moaned
Henry, as his mother extracted his already fully tumescent twelve
incher from his underwear and wrapped her dainty, well manicured hand
around it.

"Oh, Henry," Hilda murmured softly to him. "I can hardly get my
little hand around your big fucker, tee hee hee."

Hilda grinned lasciviously as she grasped his rampant rod firmly and
began to slide her hand up and down the entire length of his shaft, a
motion that had Henry's breathing labored and ragged in no time.

"Holy fucking shit!" Henry cried out as his mother's touch drove him
wild with longing, her experienced digits expertly manipulating him
until he was crying out loud. "Oh! Oh! Oh!"

"We need to unpack something else too, sweetie," big-tittied Hilda
said in a sultry voice as she rubbed his snake. "In fact, two
somethings."

Hilda slowly unfastened the buttons on her blouse and shrugged it
from her shoulders, allowing it to drop to the floor between them.
Her bra soon followed, exposing the huge expanse of her feminine
assets, already heaving and bouncing in anticipation. Her huge pink
areola and pert, pink nipples were swollen and erect, standing out at
right angles from her body, pointing invitingly in Henry's direction.
Her breasts were full and heavy, and the mere sight of them caused
Henry's big dick to stretch out even further and increase in girth
accordingly.

"Holy motherfucking shit!" Henry Humper screamed as his big-tittied
parent stroked his foot long planting tool, pulling down on it like a
cow's udder.

And speaking of udders, Henry gasped as Miss Humper's soccer ball
abundance of fleshy fullness and bountiful boobiness flowed out of
her hammock-sized brassiere like a dirty Jack In The Box Christmas
gift given for the full benefit of his boner that she yanked
voraciously on to induce his seedy discharge. Henry's hands caught
her whoppers as they leaped into his large hands which were still not
large enough to hold them. He felt like a five-year-old boy trying to
palm a basketball and weeping as he failed. Except that he didn't
weep. He kneaded, pulled, tugged, fondled, and stretched her firm,
proud, yet soft megatits like a greedy pimp.

"Oh, Henry," Hilda squealed. "Nurse me! Nurse me! Suck my big fucking
titties!"

Henry eagerly complied, his mouth opening, his lips wrapping around
her firmly erect nipple and drawing on her so strongly that she felt
a familiar stirring in her pussy and an ever increasing dampness in
her panties.

"Ohhhh, nurse my big fuckers, Henry! Ohhhhhhhhh!"

Hilda continued to pull on his pecker, using the motions that her
father had taught her when she was a girl, back on the farm, milking
the cows as part of her daily routine. "Squeeze and pull, squeeze and
pull," she chanted in a low, breathy whisper as Henry began to thrust
in her direction, her hand on his male organ exciting him so
exquisitely that it was akin to pain. He continued to draw hungrily
on her huge, heavy hooter, his hand grasping her other fleshy globe
and kneading it, pulling it, tugging on her nipple, tweaking it,
driving Hilda nearly insane with the pleasurable sensations flowing
from the peaks of her titties.

"I love school! I love to study all kinds of shit!" Henry hollered
loudly between sucks and draws on her silver dollar areola and long
pointed nipples, sucks that drew nothing but titillation for his at
the moment overworked wee wee as Hilda pulled up and down on the
tight skin of his swollen staff. "The fucking packing can wait, you
big tittied bitch! I'm having too much fun with the fucking unpacking
now! Mmmmppppphhhhhh!"

Hilda smiled broadly as pre-cum dribbled from Henry's oversized
private parts. He hadn't nursed her titties this good since
elementary school.

"Goodbye, sweetie," Hilda hugged her departing boy in the airport
terminal, one arm going around his broad shoulders and the other
dropping as her right hand sneakily cupped his cock and balls through
the fabric of his pants.

"I'm going to miss you, Mom," said Henry sweetly, holding his mother
in a tight embrace and brushing the side of her face with his lips.

"I'm going to miss him.....er, you too, Henry," Hilda giggled, giving
his slightly engorged pecker a tender squeeze before releasing it and
returning her son's embrace.

Henry's flight was on time, and as soon as he had disembarked, he
walked into the arrivals area of the airport, scanning the crowd of
people waiting to locate his grandmother and grandfather.

"Yoohoo, Henry, over here!" he heard his grandmother's distinctive,
sweet and, despite her age, girlish voice call out. "I'm over here,
sweetheart."

Looking in the direction of the voice, he saw his grandmother, June
across the room, waving frantically at him to garner his attention.
She was a beautiful woman, still youthful in appearance despite her
almost sixty years, still in proud possession of a voluptuous figure,
not unlike his mother's except June's breasts were even fuller and
heavier than his maternal parent's. She had a pretty face, still
unlined, but with perhaps a bit too much make-up on it, her almost
platinum blonde hair styled in a fashion more suited to a woman at
least a decade younger. She was wearing a short, tight skirt that
accented her long and still shapely legs, but it was the upper part
of her body that immediately drew Henry's attention. Her enormous
breasts were barely encased by the sheer blouse she was wearing, its
thin fabric allowing Henry to see underneath it to the pretty
flowered brassiere she wore, straining to contain the megaton bomb-
sized boobies it was barely encasing. The cups of her bra weren't
adequate to restrain all of her finest assets. The top swell of her
breasts overflowed her cups, rising above them like cake batter
overflowing the baking pan, and, not surprisingly, Henry's teenaged
and very male eyes were riveted by them.

"Holy shit, Grandma," he said, quickly closing the distance between
them, opening his arms to embrace his favorite grandmother. "I think
your big fucking titties are even bigger than I remembered. Wow,
those fuckers are huge!"

"Oh, Henry, you always say the sweetest things to me," June replied,
returning Henry's hug before pushing him away from her with her arms
and using her eyes to look him up and down, measuring him for any
changes since they had last seen each other.

"Why, Henry," she said in amazement, taking in his height and the
width of his shoulders. "I think you've grown at least a couple of
inches since I saw you last, and your shoulders are so broad! You're
growing up so fast!"

"Yeah, I'm almost six feet now, Grandma," he told her proudly,
straightening up so that she could see for herself. "And I'm filling
out nicely too."

"Let me be the judge of that, sweetie," the big-boobed grandparent
spoke naughtily, reaching down with her right hand and grasping the
front of his trousers. "Has your big fucker filled out too?"

"Ohhhhhhhhh, baby," June cooed as her fingers slid deftly over every
inch of his crotch. "My goodness, sweetie. It feels mighty big down
there, Henry. I mean, I can't see him right this moment, but he feels
so fucking long and thick as I'm touching you. How big are you now,
handsome?"

Instead of replying with the obvious answer of "twelve inches" Henry
retorted, "Pretty fucking big, Grandma. You're going to be pretty
surprised, I'll tell you that. And I think you're making him bigger
by the second."

"Oh, Henry," June gushed, her hand now tenderly petting the lump that
was growing under her hand. "I can't wait to see him. We'll have to
set aside some time for Granny to spend just with wee wee. Okay, big
fellow?"

"Sounds good to me, Grandma," Henry replied as June hugged him again.

"You know what makes wee wees grow up big and strong?" June asked her
grandbaby as she squashed her twin peaks into his chest as she hugged
him, her other hand still toying with his now cartoonish crotch
area. "My homemade chocolate chip cookies. They will keep wee wee
hard and long and happy, Henry. Keep your strength up and the blood
flowing right to where it should flow."

"Oh, Grandma, I can't wait," Henry blushed as one of his hands
brushed against her mashed twin titans that crushed into his chest,
his fingers touching the excess cleavage flesh that oozed from the
neckline and the weakened and compromised bra that only thought it
held her pert pair of glorious globes intact, being the strongest
support June could hope for with her almost K cup hooters. Henry was
excited as shit.

"Well, Henry," said June Humper, stepping back from her grandson and
reluctantly releasing her grasp on his now almost fully erect
phallus. "We better be getting your luggage and then heading home.
Grandpa Ward will be wondering what has happened to us. Do you think
that will hold you until we get home?"

"Oh, Grandma," Henry responded, sadly letting his fingers fall from
where they were fondling her fabulously fulsome fleshbags. "You can
hold me any time."

The drive to the farm was a short one, about fifteen minutes, so it
wasn't long before June turned the family car up the long, curved
driveway, finally coming to rest in front of the barn, which was
situated only about twenty-five feet or so from the most often used
back door of the turn of the century farmhouse.

"You get your bags out of the trunk and go on inside to see Grandpa
Ward," said June, turning off the ignition as she spoke. "I better
stay here for a second and clean your jism off the dashboard and
windshield before your grandfather sees it. He tends to be really
anal about keeping the car clean. Run along now. I'll be inside in a
minute."

June popped the trunk lid from inside the car, allowing Henry to
retrieve his luggage and walk in the direction of the house. Opening
the door without knocking, he entered the house, placed his single
suitcase on the floor and called out, letting his maternal
grandfather know he had arrived.

"Grandpa, are you here?" he called out, his eyes sweeping the kitchen
as he did so. "It's Henry. I'm here!"

"Henry!" Ward, his 65-year-old grandfather called out
enthusiastically as he came down the stairs. "How the hell are you,
boy? I haven't seen you in ages. How you doing?"

"I'm doing great, Grandpa," Henry said with a smile as he shook his
grandfather's hand and then gave him a hug. "How are you?"

"Oh, same old, same old," Ward said, grinning as he put a hand on
Henry's shoulder. "Just trying to keep this farm up. The days of
family farms are numbered, I'll tell ya. How them girls back home
treating you, Henry? You still dating all those big-tittied
cheerleaders?"

Henry laughed out loud at his grandfather's question.

"Oh, yeah. I'm dating a couple of the blonde busty ones now. They're
stacked as shit, Grandpa. Big round heavy knockers. There's nothing
better than that."

"I always did think you were a chip off the old block, Henry," said
Ward proudly, glancing at his only grandson with great pride. "You
always did remind me of me when I was young. Where's your
grandmother?"

"She's just putting the car away, Grandpa," Henry replied, genuinely
happy to see his mother's father again. "She should be in here in
just a sec."

The words were no sooner out of his mouth when June Humper opened the
door and stepped inside, placing her purse on the chair just inside
the door.

"Well, Ward, what do you think of our boy here? Hasn't he grown?"

"He sure has, June," Ward answered her, his eyes glancing down at her
massive chest, almost out of habit, a sight he never tired of, even
after all their years together. "He's grown to be a mighty handsome
boy."

"Henry," said June, nearly cutting her husband off mid-
sentence. "Would you like me to take you up to your room so you can
freshen up a bit after your trip?"

"That sounds like a good idea," Ward agreed, still looking at June's
tits in her low cut blouse. "He can get all his belongings situated
in the guestroom and rest a tit, er, I mean bit, after his long
flight."

"Come on, sweetie," June told her grandson as she grabbed one of his
bags and headed for the stairs. "We'll go get you settled in so you
can unwind before dinner. Those flights can tire you out and take a
lot out of you."

"Okay, Grandma," Henry replied with an agreeable grin and tone. "I
haven't been in the guestroom for a while and I sure am tired."

"Then let's get you situated," June said, anxious to see Henry's wee
wee again in the privacy of the spacious guestroom.

The busty grandmother headed upstairs with a bag, her own set of bags
bobbed as she ascended the staircase. Once upstairs, June guided
Henry down the hall and showed him into the guest bedroom, a bright,
sunny, airy room just across the hall from the one she had shared
with her husband for the last forty-three years.

"The bathroom is in here, Henry," she showed him, pointing at the
closed door on the right side of the room. "I'm sure you'll want to
get washed up before you rest. I know how grubby travelling can make
you feel."

"Thanks, Grandma," said Henry, opening the door and going to the sink
to splash some warm water on his face and give his hands a thorough
cleaning. "This room will be great, Grandma. Thanks for letting me
stay here for a few days. I was so excited when Mom told me I could
come."

"Oh, I'm sure you'll be coming lots, Henry," said June with a naughty
wink, sitting down on the edge of the bed and patting the space
beside her. "Want to check out the firmness of the mattress, sweetie?"

"Wow, Grandma, do you mean.........?"

"Yes, Henry, I mean....."

"Holy fucking shit, do I!" Henry shouted, quickly taking his pants
off and slinging them across the room as his underwear quickly
followed.

Half an hour later...........

"Oh, Grandma, my wee wee feels good," Henry remarked with a sigh as
he pulled his polka dot boxers up around his waist. "That felt so
nice, Granny."

"It sure did, Henry," June remarked with a naughty sideways look,
having only managed to get her panties back on, both sides of her
bloated chest looking about the size of the heads on Mount
Rushmore. "What a doozy, sweetiepie. I forgot just how big you were,
Henry. You're hung like a fucking horse."

Feeling grateful, June knelt and yanked the sagging flesh length of
Henry's penis through the slit in the front of his underwear and gave
the tip of his penis a resounding kiss on the head that echoed
through the room with a smack.

"Thanks, Mr. Wee Wee."

Henry was hypnotized by June's ta tas as she rose, shoving them
against him, kissing his cheek.

"You do love Grandma's big fucking titties, don't you, Henry?" June
asked rhetorically, moving away from Henry and gathering up her
discarded clothing. "I'm going to jump in the shower, sweetie. You
can watch if you want."

"Holy fucking shit, I love wee wee camp!" Henry exclaimed, not
needing a second invitation.

June once more took hold of Henry's wee wee and gently tugged him
across the room and into the bathroom, only letting go of him in
order to turn on the water and adjust the temperature of it before
removing her panties and climbing in. Leaving the curtain open, she
smiled wantonly at Henry as she took hold of the washcloth and bar of
soap, beginning to lather it up in her hands and cleanse herself.
Henry, his mouth hanging open in amazement at the sight before him,
took a seat on the closed lid of the toilet, almost instinctively
reaching for his wee wee and wrapping thumb and forefinger around it,
placing them just below the head.

June was singing, "La la la la! Granny's soaping up the mountaintops!
And Henry's wee wee likey's! Doesn't he, big fellow?"

She took the bar of Dial, running it across the pebbles of her
nipples and then into her frighteningly deep cleavage, the Bermuda
Triangle of lost wee wees, that space between her gargantuan globes
that had enticed many a wee wee, even her grandson's, in the past.
June's teats swayed as she lathered them, the skin rippling across
the surface of her jugs, the area that Ward had dubbed, surely while
being in between them, "Tittie Terrain." Henry's tongue hung from his
mouth and almost touched the floor, his eyes the size of saucers as
he roughly stroked and pulled on the skin of his twelve inch slab of
cock, the cock that made him so cocky in everyday life.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" Henry called out, working hard as he studied his
grandmother's exposed assets.

His hand was flying up and down the length of his shaft, rubbing
himself furiously as he took in the magnificent view before him.

"Oh, Grandma! Oh! Oh!" he shouted out loud. "I just love this shit."

June winked saucily in her grandson's direction as she finished
attending to her gargantuan tittie globes and moved lower, lathering
her still firm, despite having given birth twice, taut abdomen and
moving lower, the soapy cloth lathering the triangular patch of soft
down that covered her mons veneris, occasionally disappearing between
her still slender thighs, her face frequently turning in Henry's
direction to gauge the effect her ministrations were having on him.
Henry's eyes nearly bulged from their sockets as he witnessed his
grandmother's actions.

June turned to face Henry, throwing water from her bust and the rest
of her body onto the bathroom floor. Swiveling her shoulders, she
shook her heavy bags of flesh violently and Henry had to admit that
seeing the sheer weight of them bound and pitch on her chest was
almost scary. June was a woman whose titanic tittie sacks seemed to
make up about a third of her body weight. Henry was betting that his
grandmother's boobies weighed fifty fucking pounds. Yet they had
barely sagged at all on this 60-year-old pre-geriatric goddess of
tittiedom. When he had handled her watermelons earlier, they had been
soft, but so firm and weighty that he could barely raise them up.
June was capable of crushing his wee wee between them without lifting
a hand to push her twins together.

He worked at his phallic flesh frantically, his fingers flying along
the entire shaft, the sight of his grandmother's tantalizing titflesh
spurring him on, eagerly seeking relief from the pent-up frustration
in his pecker and the increasing size and heaviness overtaking his
balls.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Henry cried out, desperately wanting to end his torment
and release the hot jism now moving rapidly towards the tip of his
helmet-headed warrior.

"Oh, Granny," he moaned, watching June step out of the shower and
wrap herself in the fleecy abundance of the bath towel that was
hanging on the rack beside the shower stall. "I need to come, Granny.
I need to, I need to! Oh! Oh!"

June closed the distance between them, getting down on her knees in
front of him and taking hold of his phallus with her hands placed
strategically between his larger two.

"Oh, Granny, I want to, I want to!" he shouted.

"Oh, Henry, sweetie," said June softly, moving her hand along his
shaft, her other hand reaching out and cupping his huge nutsack,
rubbing its down-covered, wrinkled surface with the inside edge of
her thumb, stroking it, teasing it, driving Henry nearly to the brink.

"Do you want Granny to suck it, sweetie?" she asked Henry in a low
voice, raising her face to see his, taking in his reaction and
smiling salaciously.

"Oh, hell, yeah!" Henry whooped excitedly, thrilled at the thought of
her mouth on his pecker. "Fucking A!"

"I'm excited too, baby," June informed him, momentarily taking her
hand off his pecker to reach over and lock the bathroom door. "Now,
where were we? Oh, yeah. I was going to suck your big fucker, wasn't
I? Granny was going to suck on your big wee wee."

June lowered her pretty head, her blonde hair hanging in wet
ringlets, obscuring much of her face from Henry's view. He couldn't
see, but could certainly feel her warm, wet lips as they encircled
the head of his wee wee, locking it in their oral embrace, her tongue
darting out and flicking the always sensitive pee pee hole of his
pecker, his rampant organ responding immediately by increasing in
both length and girth, straining the corners of her mouth with his
oversized male endowment.

"Holy fucking shit, I can't believe this!" Henry cried out, wondering
for a second if he was dreaming, pinching himself on his thigh,
realizing in amazement that he WAS awake and it WAS happening. "Oh,
shit! Granny!"

Fondling his ballsack with her free hand, she continued to exert oral
pressure on his phallus until he was bucking where he sat, his hips
thrusting towards her open and willing mouth.

Removing her lips from his shaft, she lapped at his warrior head,
licking it feverishly, like an ice cream cone on a hot July
afternoon, frantically lapping at it as though she were attempting to
keep the ice cream from running down the sides of the cone and onto
her hands.

Henry flinched with every flick of her tongue, her attention to his
wee wee so acutely pleasant that he could barely stand it. All he
could do was utter low, gutteral animal sounds and the occasional
whimper. She poked the underside of his cock with the tip of her
tongue, right below the head, the spot so sensitive that Henry
thought that perhaps he wouldn't be able to bear it even a second
longer. But he wasn't about to let go and climax now. He was enjoying
this far too much to even dream of allowing it to end. June moved
lower, her tongue flicking repeatedly against the tender skin of his
scrotum, tickling him, tantalizing him, tormenting him, teasing him,
taking him so close to the edge that a dribble of pre-cum appeared at
his urethral orifice, suspended there until her tongue flicked out
and captured it, swallowing it, smiling sweetly.

"Oh, sweetie, you need to come, baby," replied June, once more
opening her mouth and engulfing him, taking in as much of him as she
was able to, the tip of his jumbo johnson poking the back of her
throat.

"Oh, I want to, I want to!"

"Oh, Henry, you really do need to come, don't you?"

The pre-cum seeping from his wee wee head trickled down the back of
her throat, spurring her onwards. Sucking him with all the force she
could muster, June soldiered on, laboring to accept as many of his
full twelve inches as she could manage.

"Oh, suck me, Granny, suck me!" Henry urged, not at all reticent
about what was occuring, not caring if what she was doing was
wrong. "Suck my big fucking wee wee! Oh, fuuuuccckkkk, I think I'm
commmingggggggggg!"

And he did. The full force of his ejaculation splashed on the back of
June's throat, trickling down in copious amounts, causing her to have
to swallow often and still not be able to handle it all, having to
allow some to leak from the corners of her mouth and trickle down
onto her jiggling jugs, running in riverlets through the chasm that
was her cleavage.

"Holy fucking shit!" Henry yelled out loud, not caring who heard him,
not caring about anything except the amazing sensations exploding in
his body, the full load of his jism rocketing in jet streams from his
pee wee head, spilling from his grandmother's lips and tracing a path
through her cleavage.

Finally spent, Henry leaned back against the toilet tank, lost in the
afterglow of his orgasm, his mind a blank, his body a mass of
sensations, all of them pleasant.

"Holy shit, that was a doozy!" he said weakly, not sure he could move
if he wanted to.

June let his male organ slip from between her lips with an audible,
wet sound, the suction breaking as her lips pulled away from his
already waning erection.

"Now, sweetie," said June, raising her head and resting her hands on
Henry's knees. "Did that feel good to wee wee, baby?"

"Holy fucking shit, do you need to ask?" Henry answered her
incredulously. "I think that's the best fucking wash I've ever had,
and I've had some great ones.

"Well then," said June, her demeanor somber as if she was teaching
him something important. "Always remember, that if it feels good,
baby, it can't be wrong, okay?"

"Blow jobs are the best gift to give to a visiting wee wee, poopsie,"
June stated, her face only inches from his waning hard-on that was
shiny and as slick as glass. "And we got pretty familiar earlier when
we tested out the mattress, didn't we, Big Dick?"

June softly spoke as she leaned over lovingly and gave his wee wee a
deafeningly loud kiss on the head, almost as a congratulations for
his intense eruption of the fluid she had evoked from him with her
talent.

"Oh, Grandma," Henry managed to moan as June Humper began to lap at
the underside of his dick again just for a reaction. "Right now my
wee wee is assuring me that that was oh so right. I mean, how can it
be wrong when it feels so fucking right. Ohhhhhhh, shit. This weekend
is going to kill me, Grandma. My wee wee may need to retire after
this week."

"Oh, baby, isn't wee wee glad he came to visit Grandma Big Tits?"
June asked Henry as her tongue traced a path down the underside of
his penis just beneath the head and her right hand played with his
swollen mushroom knob at the same time.

June's boobies slapped together noisily as she sent tinges of joy
through Henry's semi-soft fuckstick. Henry's hands dropped to rest on
the swells of her twin camel hump-sized funbags and he groped and
kneaded them needily, his desire for her sizable gifts apparent as
little tickles, like pin pricks leaped smilingly through his cock.

"Grandma, I'm going to lose it again if you don't stop doing that,"
Henry laughed childishly as June's thick lips sucked at the head of
his prick like it was a nipple on a bottle. "I'm warning you." And he
did lose it. "Oh, fuck!"

Henry clamped his hands down on the older lady's tits, her blonde
mane of lovely hair waving as her head moved on his jumbo cock and he
felt growing pressure in his tightened balls and several pleasurable
heavenly bursts. June's mouth, opened wide, thick lips stretched
around him, sucked softly seconds before receiving his bounty. Semen
leaped like a cannon shot through the inside of the tube of his
penis. The sensation of its evacuation made his eyes scrunch closed.
His hands left her boobs and went to the tangle of her still wet hair
as he blasted his delight into her face.

"I'm coming again. Oh, it feels even better than last time! Oh, make
it squirt! My lovegun is firing semen bullets tonight! Oh! Oh!
Squirtsies feel good! Squirtsies tickle and tingle and fly out of my
pee pee pole!"

"Holy fucking shit, Henry. You're a pistol today, tee hee hee," said
June, grabbing a corner of the towel she was wrapped in and wiping
Henry's spooge from her face and hair. "Now that you've shot your
jism all over me, I think I need another fucking shower, tee hee."

"Well, you go ahead and have another shower, Grandma," said Henry in
a weary voice. "I don't think that I could even THINK about coming
again tonight. I think I'm going to go and lie down for a while. Will
you call me in time for dinner?"

"Oh, you'll feel differently after you eat, sweetpea," June told him
with a naughty wink as she whipped off the towel, standing before him
in all her feminine glory. "You just wait and see."

"I don't know, Grandma," said Henry quietly, staring at her boobs,
but seeing that his wee wee remained soft. "I'm so tired. I don't
think I have another one in me."

"Oh, sweetie, of course you do," replied June, moving close to Henry
and embracing him, her breasts pushed upwards and into his face,
close enough that he could stick out his tongue and flick her pert
nipple with it or suck one of her tits if he so chose.

"There's always the possibility of another. You look tired though,
sweetie. Why don't you have a shower too?"

Ten minutes later............

"Oh, fuck! Oh, shit!" squealed Henry from behind the shower curtain,
the water still cascading over the two of them.

"Holy shit, Henry!" exclaimed June in astonished pleasure. "I can't
believe it! That big fucker of yours is hard again!"

"Five times in less than two hours, Henry," June squealed as she
grabbed his naked cock yet again and he pressed his face into her
cleavage to enjoy the size of this beautiful woman.

He could forget she was his grandmother and just enjoy her body
mainly because she made his wee wee feel so good that it caused him
to forget. June had no reservations at all about making his week with
her full of the pleasures of the body. This 60-year-old woman was a
giver. She was his grandma, but she was more than that. June was so
abundantly gifted at her breasts, her titties so bloated with beauty
and full of pleasure to give, that Henry and his wee wee didn't give
a shit about anything else but enjoying June and her titan tits.

As Henry pressed June's knockers together and pressed his tongue
between them as June jacked off his pecker, swollen now as much by
her titties as by her rubbing, he knew that this couldn't be a
totally bad thing. If it was totally bad, why did it feel so good
down inside his wee wee? Why did it make June feel so wonderful and
so young again? Henry knew that this week would bring them together,
not just through big titties and big wee wees and other parts coming
together. It would also make both of them see that they had something
sweet and loving to give to each other, to offer up with the most
important parts they possessed. Their bodies. Their wonderfully
overendowed bodies. This made Henry hungry, hungry way down inside
his wee wee. And after dinner he would surely be hungrier.

An hour later, June, Henry and Ward were seated at the large dining
room table in the elder Humper's colonial style dining room, enjoying
a Chinese dinner that Ward had sent out for. Ward was seated at the
head of the table, with June at the other end, and Henry was seated
to June's left.

"Some more fried rice, sweetie?" June asked Henry as her hand reached
out and rested on his thigh, slowly working its way upwards.

"Ohhhhhh," replied Henry, feeling that familiar stirring in his
loins. "I love fried rice. Yes, please."

"Are you all settled in, Henry?" asked Ward, absentmindedly chewing
on a garlic rib. "Is the room comfortable?"

"Gee, Grandpa, the room is just swell," said Henry with a wide
grin. "And the bed sure is comfortable. I tried out the mattress
almost as soon as I got here."

"You sure look tired, Henry," Ward said, noting the dark circles
under his grandson's eyes. "Maybe you didn't take a long enough nap
earlier."

"He does look worn out, doesn't he, Ward," June tried to suppress a
giggle as she slowly undid his zipper from beneath the table. "I
think he needs a bigggggggggg, lonnnngggggggg, rest tonight, don't
you, Henry?"

"Aaaaahhhhhhhh guessssssss so, Grandma," Henry moaned as he felt her
small hand touch him on his wee wee as she reached inside his
pants. "Cause I feel worn the fuck out right now. That's for sure.
Can I get some more of that fried rice, aaaaahhhhhh, Grandpa?"

"Sure, Henry," Ward jovially answered with a grin. "You sure do love
Chinese, don't you, boy?"

"Oh, shittttttt, yes, I do, Grandpa!" Henry shouted as June squeezed
his balls.

"Shit, Grandma," said Henry, barely able to speak as she used her
hands to manipulate his wee wee and fondle his nutsack. "This is sure
some good fucking rice. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Henry, it really does my heart good to see a boy with an appetite
tuck into a good meal, don't you think so, June?" asked Ward, pleased
that his grandson seemed to be relishing the meal.

"Henry certainly has a huge appetite, Ward," June giggled, giving
Henry a sidelong glance and winking at him conspiratorially. "I've
never known a boy with an appetite as insatiable as his."

Henry's wee wee finally stood at full mast, and June began stroking
the sensitive underside with her long, slender fingers, causing a
reaction so strong in Henry that it was all he could do to remain
seated.

"Ohhhh, shit!" cried Henry, his breath already coming in gasps. "This
is some really good shit!"

"I fucking love this motherfucking rice, Grandpa! More! More! Give me
some more fucking rice!" Henry hollered across the table trying to
keep his ass on his seat as the tingles leaped toward the head of his
stretched out stalk as June worked his peter as hard as she could
without alerting Ward to her activity.

"Calm down, Henry," June admonished her grandson with a laugh, never
stopping her jerking on his private parts, her own bulging breasts
lurching slightly under her bra and blouse with the effort of the
hand job, June sighing inwardly as her nipples scrubbed delightfully
against the inside of the cups of her boulder-sized brassiere support
system for the county's biggest fucking knockers. "That boy gets
crazy when he's hungry. He's like an animal when his appetite gets
whetted."

"Oh, fuck! Oh, shit!" cried Henry, feeling the pent-up jism rising in
the tube of his wee wee, knowing that he was powerless to stop it.

His grandmother's hand on his pecker was relentless, and her
manipulation so expert that he felt like he had died and gone to
heaven.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! I don't remember ever having fried rice as fucking good
as this before! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

He could no longer hold back, and without much warning, he suddenly
trembled visibly and felt the first jets of ejaculate exit the head
of his wee wee and richochet against the underside of the sturdy
maple table at which they were sitting. June could feel his warm, wet
seed run down the outside of his phallus and saturate her hand,
causing her to reach for a napkin with her free one.

"Ahhhhhhhh," moaned Henry, his orgasm washing over him in
waves. "This is some major good shit!"

Taking another bite of his food, Henry sat back in his chair and
sighed deeply.

"Good meal, such a good meal," he told his grandmother, as the last
of his pent-up load was released. "This was the best meal I've ever
had. Sorry for the outburst."

"It's no problem, Henry," his grandfather Ward said, patting him on
the shoulder. "It's good to have you back for a visit."

"Thanks, Grandpa," Henry weakly replied as he glanced over at June,
feeling his sagging wee wee dripping underneath the dinner
table. "I'm glad I could come."

"Well, I'm glad you could come too," June giggled, leaning towards
him to hug her grandson, her left tittie pressing into his shoulder
and one of her hands going beneath the table again to give his spent
pecker an approving pat on its greatly deflated head. "Whenever you
come, it makes us happy. Right, Ward?"

"Of course," Ward nodded as he finished the last of his Chinese food
and lit a pipe. "We love to have our favorite grandson visit."

"And he has grown so much since last time," June commented.

After the table was cleared, and all the dishes loaded in the
dishwasher, Henry excused himself and went upstairs to try and rest
for a while. His many encounters with his grandmother in so short a
time had left him exhausted, his wee wee was so tired that it hung
limply between his thighs like a piece of rubber. He didn't think he
had ever come this many times in a row, briefly wondering if he might
just have set some sort of Humper family record. Lying down on his
bed, he stretched his arms over his head to relax before folding them
behind his neck, using them as a pillow on which to rest his weary
head. He had only been lying there a few minutes when June knocked on
the door, pushed it open with her foot and entered the room with a
plate of her homemade chocolate chip cookies and a tall glass of ice
cold milk.

"Hi, sweetie," June said brightly, carrying the plate towards the bed
where her big-dicked grandbaby was outstretched in nothing but his
boxers and a T-shirt. "I know you had a big dinner, but I thought you
might like a couple of my county famous Humper homemade chocolate
chip cookies. So here you go, sweetheart."

June took a seat beside his outstretched form on the double bed and
sat the plate between them. Henry sat up in bed and leaned back
against the headboard, taking the glass of milk from her and turning
it up for a long drink before he dived into the multitude of cookies.

"I'm tired as fuck, Grandma," Henry moaned, emptying the glass'
contents into his stomach and then slapping it down on a bedside
table. "My wee wee is so fucking tired it feels like I got a noodle
in my underwear."

"You just eat some of Grandma's famous cookies, sweetie," June urged
her grandson. "They always help your grandpa when he's really weary
after a long, hard day's work on the farm."

Henry grabbed a cookie from the proffered plate, raising it to his
mouth and taking it in whole, not even bothering to waste his energy
taking a bite.

"Oh, sweetie," said June, brushing the back of her hand against his
cheek. "Don't eat them so fast, baby. These cookies are meant to be
savored and enjoyed. Kinda like a good blow job, tee hee."

"These are sure some fucking great cookies, Grandma," Henry said,
greedily reaching for a second and devouring it in two bites. "And I
see what you mean. Already I'm feeling a bit less tired.

After Henry had eaten a third and fourth cookie, he suddenly looked
down towards the foot of his bed and was amazed by what he saw.

"Holy shit, Grandma," he said in stunned amazement as his dick stood
like a flag at the front of his boxers. "My fucking pecker's getting
hard again!"

"So I see, sweatheart," his grandmother responded in a husky
voice. "He looks as if he's about as hard as a fucking lead pipe, tee
hee hee."

June reached down with her left hand, insinuating it into the opening
in the front of Henry's boxers and pulling his now almost fully erect
twelve incher through and rubbing it softly with her fingers.
Reluctantly removing her hand from his male organ momentarily, she
unbuttoned the blouse she was wearing, removing it seductively, all
the while keeping her gaze on Henry's face to gauge his reaction.
Throwing her blouse to the floor, she unfastened her large, flowered
bra, her overly abundant breasts spilling out of it, swaying and
bouncing lasciviously, an action that caused Henry to moan quietly,
his wee wee expanding in both length and girth.

"Granny's boom booms are free!" June squealed, bouncing on the bed,
her knees buried in the mattress as they bounded with her excitement,
her heavy, yet still high riding titties jumped, almost seeming to
take flight as they leaped high on June's chest, smacking her chin
one after another and then bounded downward, their weight making them
drop with the momentum, low like heavy sacks of flour falling off of
a shelf, sailing down towards her navel and then flying in opposite
directions, the team of tittie, the dynamic duo of boobiness
separating momentarily, sailing apart, their rosy nipples and areola
already rigid, erect with little nipple hard-ons, moving with her
rippling flesh, as her boobies reunited, clapping forcefully together
like two cymbals made of tittieflesh.

"Oh, Grandma," Henry sighed, the sight before him nearly driving him
to distraction, his grandmother's big bosoms larger than even his own
mother's, and although soft, were still firm, sitting high and proud
on her chest, belying her six decades.

Straddling Henry's upper thighs with her legs, June leaned forward,
her heavy titflesh grazing the soft downy hair on Henry's chest,
tickling his nipples as they shimmeyed and swayed.

"Oh, Grandma," Henry sighed deeply, sexual longing raging through his
young body, his cock standing straight and proud, balls heavy and
semen laden, his mind entering the vast regions of his imagination,
wondering what this voluptuous vixen before him was going to do
next. "What are you doing?"

"Sweetheart," June told him softly, desire evident in her own sweet,
girlish voice. "Want to put your big fucker between Nana's big
fucking titties?"

"Oh, hell, yes, Granny," Henry almost begged, his wee wee as hungry
as he had hoped it would be after dinner.

The youngster's glorious erection jutted up from between his legs,
pressurized and hungry for fuck. The young Humper took fistfuls of
boobieskin in his large hands, kneading her feminine sweatglands like
medicine balls of desire, tugging her erect nipples between thumb and
forefinger till the old broad screeched like an amorous top heavy
animal. Henry could barely take any of her flesh in his grasp, could
barely grab even a smidgen of her two largest charms, her chest
charms that his wee wee longed to be in between, plumbing the
cleavage of his pre-senior citizen tittie queen. Henry tugged on the
bottoms of her frighteningly wonderful orbs and turned her over to
her backside to take the reins of this carnal ride through a mountain
wonderland.

Henry quickly shrugged out of his boxers, fumbling in his hurry to
free himself from their confines. Still attempting to hold her
enormous bounty in his large hands and failing, so huge was she that
she couldn't be contained by even his large hands, her titflesh
overflowing his grasp like the head of foam on a beer slipping down
the outer surface of the glass. Shoving his wee wee roughly into the
place between the Grand Tetons of all mammaries, he immediately
exerted pressure on the outer surfaces of her overflowing tittie
bounty, forming a sheath around his dick that was so tight, he almost
came spontaneously.

"Ohhhhh, this feels so fucking good to my wee wee!" he screamed out,
beginning to move within her deep cleavage canyon, his entire twelve
inches devoured by her hungry breasts, lost from view, except when he
thrust, causing the head of his wee wee to rise above the upper
contours of her breasts and smack her on the lower portion of her
chin.

"Number seven, here I come, you big tittied bitch!" Henry yelled,
driving his wee wee far into her cleavage until he felt his hard-on
touch her puckered lips. "I'm a seven fucker, you Boom Boom Baby! I
love balling these babies and wee wee's going to squirt his seventh
time in two and a half hours! You see what your titties can do,
Grandma?"

"Oh, Henry, slide that horsecock as high as you can. Work that
firehose of yours as deep as you can between 'em, good fucker and
I'll suck your dick. You fuck and I'll suck. You fuck my big suckers
and I'll suck your big fucker. What do ya say, baby?"

"Unnnhhhhh! Unnnnnhhhhhh! Go for it, Granny! Go Granny, go Granny,
go!" Henry slid up her frame, holding her twin humps and humping her
humps anxiously, the power of her cleavage growing his cock.

Henry thrust between her twin towers frantically, the sensations
coursing through his pecker so excrutiatingly pleasurable that he
wanted relief, but not sure he could stand for the sweet torture to
end.

"Ohhhhhh, fuck!" he screamed out, his buttocks flailing as he drove
himself deeper into the warm softness of her flesh balloons, his wee
wee poking out the other side with every thrust.

As June saw it rising towards her face, she naughtily jutted out her
tongue, just quick enough to give the mushroom tip of his warrior a
quick lick betore it once more disappeared from view.

"Oh, wee wee me, Henry! Wee wee my big fucking titties!" June
screamed out, her breasts warming her entire body with the heat
produced by the friction between both of their oversized body
parts. "Dick my big titties with your big fuckstick, Henry.
Ohhhhhhhhhhh!"

Henry's breathing was like a locomotive, his wee wee like a train
entering a tunnel, the tunnel being the track between the quivering
gelatin-like masses of bobbing, heaving heaviness. Henry's
grandmother's tits pitched back and forth on her 60-year-old body
like Chelsea Charms in the middle of an earthquake. When Henry
paused, stopping his thrusting for a mere moment, he felt the warm
lips of the tittie matriarch of the Humper family close around the
head of his extended stalk, protracted as she nursed at it like a
nipple on a tittie. Her sucking felt soothing, almost loving in the
midst of the disorder of their frenzied boobie to wee wee contact.

"Motherfucking shit! That's some good shit right there! Let me slide
it, you naughty Granny! But keep that shit up!"

"Oh, slide it, Henry, slide it!" June urged him on, her own
excitement building as she flicked her tongue out, gently probing his
urethral orifice with it.

"Ohhhhhhh, that fucking tickles and tingles, Grandma!" Henry
exclaimed excitedly, feeling his impending orgasm begin, the semen
building in the tube of his wee wee, forcing its way towards the head
of his shaft.

"Uh! Uh! Uh!" he grunted, a thin sheen of perspiration the only thing
separating their melding bodies, providing a natural lubrication to
ease his wee wee's passage through his grandmother's tittie tunnel.

"Holy motherfucking shit, I'm commmmminnnngggggg!" he yelped, the
first jet sprays of his baby batter exiting the end of his pecker,
coating the lower portions of his grandmother's pretty face with its
stickiness, the excess running down her cheeks and splashing onto her
gigantic tittie globes.

"Spit, wee wee, spit!" June laughed, Henry's wee wee still crammed
between her whoppers as it spit on her excitedly, blasting into her
blonde hair, squirting on her lips, in her mouth and then giving her
a pearl necklace, the semen pooling on her chin and racing into her
cleavage track as it had earlier in the bathroom. Henry's cum flew
over her head, splashing the headboard and then going still higher,
splattered on the wall and ran downward with the force of
gravity. "Squirt, baby! Squirt, baby! Squirt, baby! Squirt, squirt,
squirt!"

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh, Granny.......it.........feels........tickly!
Shittttttttt! It's squirting all over the fucking place!"

As the power of the ejaculation waned, the last excretions doused the
sharp tips of his grandmother's jugs as almost a final paean to them.

Now exhausted beyond words, Henry moved from his position atop June
and rolled to her side, lying there, spent, worn, weary, tired, but
happy, basking in the afterglow of his explosive orgasm.

"Wow, I'm a seven fucker!" he said excitedly, despite his extreme
weariness. "Wow, Grandma, you sure do put the fun in dysfunctional!"

Resting on his back, Henry placed his arms behind his head and sighed
deeply, feeling sated finally, his horniness diminished, his wee wee
drooping limply against his left thigh, thoroughly spent from having
achieved orgasm seven times within only the space of a few hours.
June lay beside him, reaching towards the nighttable for her
cigarettes, lighting one with the disposable lighter that she stored
inside the pouch.

"Grandma, I didn't know you still smoked," said Henry in surprise. "I
thought you gave that up."

"Oh, I did, sweetheart. My doctor said that I really needed to quit.
Now I only smoke after sex and I'm down to only two packs a day, tee
hee hee."

"Ha ha ha ha!" Henry laughed as he watched June wipe her titties
clean of jism with a wet washcloth and then dry them with a towel
before lying down yet again beside him.

"This is the best day of my life, Granny. I may never come again. I
love your titties. They even dwarf Mom's knockers."

Henry slid closer to his grandmother, resting his head against June's
big right boob almost like a little baby looking for rest and repose.

"Oh, Henry," June cooed, patting the back of his head with her hand
while reaching between his legs with the other to pat his wee wee
with the damp washcloth. "You are Granny's little tittie baby. If it
were up to me, I would keep you here for good. We'd make sure those
pipes of yours always stayed cleaned out. Oh, wee wee's tired, isn't
he, Henry? That seven fucker is all humped out, all spit out, all
tittied out. Ohhhhhhh."

They lay there together in silence, trying to regain strength after
their sexual marathon. Suddenly, they heard Ward's voice calling out
from the bottom of the staircase that joined the two floors of the
elder Humper's home.

"Henry!" he called out. "Your Mom's on the phone! Can you take the
call?"

"Thanks, Grandpa. I got it," replied Henry, raising the upper half of
his torso and reaching for the extension phone that sat on the night
table on his side of the bed. "Hello?"

"Henry, sweetie," he heard his mother's sweet voice coo on the other
end of the line. "How are you, baby? How was your flight? Did
everything go okay? Are you having fun?"

"Shit, Mom. How about one question at a time?" Henry laughed,
suddenly aware that his grandmother once more had her hand on his
still flaccid male member, stroking it absentmindedly as she listened
to him speak on the phone.

"My flight was fine, Mom," Henry continued, feeling his limp organ
quiver and begin to swell once again. "Everything went great. I even
took a stewardess in the bathroom and fucked her standing up. Grandma
was there to meet me at the airport and yes, I'm having a lot of fun.
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh."

"Henry, does your grandmother have her hand on your pecker by any
chance?" Hilda asked her youngest child, giggling girlishly. "Is she
playing with my big boy's wee wee?"

June cupped Henry's down covered scrotum in her other hand, still
stroking his pecker, amazed that it was continuing to swell and grow,
despite his repeated orgasms.

"Mom?" Henry said in a weary, but not unhappy voice. "I'm having a
great time. Don't worry about me. Can I call you back in a little
while?"

"Why, what's up, Henry?" Hilda asked, disappointed at not being able
to speak to the boy she so overly indulged. "Must you go?"

"Yeah, I really do have to go, Mom," he responded, his pecker now
standing at full mast once again. "There's something I have to do,
and Nana is going to give me a hand."

Henry clicked the phone off and let it fall to the floor as his cock
leaped up higher than it had before in a superhuman feat of
erectness. Hung like a horse, Henry smiled at his rigidity and June
returned the smile. June Humper stood and pulled the covers down on
the bed and threw herself to her back. She beamed naughtily as she
pushed her bosom buddies together forcefully.

"Oh, Henry, it's so fucking big, baby. I don't think we ought to
waste a big slab of a hard dick like that, sweetie. I think you just
might have eight squirts in that pee pee pole of yours. What do you
say, Henry? You want to test out the firmness of your mattress again,
good fucker?"

"Oh, I sure do, Granny," Henry said anxiously as June's panties
landed on the floor atop his boxers. "I think we ought to wear this
fucker out."


THE END