"Good Ol' Mom"

Starring Busty Blonde Bimbo Bombshells Hilda and Harriet Humper in
the sequel to "Harriet Gets Her Wee Wee Juice":
"Good Ol' Mom"
Written by Meet The Humpers founder Victor C. Nathan


"Thanks for helping me with my homework, Ricky," Harriet Humper said
softly and gratefully as Ricky Cummings pushed her back onto the
queen-sized mattress of the bed in her bedroom, having already
stripped her clothes off before removing his own. "I really
appreciate it."

"Homework?" Ricky responded absent-mindedly as he concentrated on
pushing the young Humper's legs apart as he eased his nearly ten inch
staff between them. "Oh, yeah, sure. I love to work with numbers and
all that fucking educational shit. Uhhhhhh, it was my pleasure. Okay,
I'm going to stick my dick in that honeypot, you big-boobed little
fuck doll. Do you want it, you busty trollop? You want every fucking
inch of my motherfucking cock, Pumpkin Tits?"

"Ohhhhhhhh, yeahhhhhhhhhh! You bet your balls I want it, you horny
well-hung son of a bitch! Ram that fucker home, sweet fucker! Fuck my
cunny good, Ricky! Bury your boner, horndog!" Harriet moaned as
Ricky's enormous penis slid into her sheath, slipping like heaven
into her receptive cockpit to fuck her smooth as silk until he
came. "Oh, baby, that feels goooooooood in there! Fuck me proud,
proud fucker! Fuck the shit out of me!"

The springs of the bed creaked as the couple began a steady rhythm
that felt heavenly to their sexual organs, their pelvises smacking
violently together in jubilation, Harriet's triple H honkers swaying
and swinging back and forth like sacks in a storm. Their coupling was
wonderful and they rutted harder and harder, exerting their fuck
powers, their motivations lying now deep within their individual
loins, motivations craving the fucking fruition, the hungry explosive
release of fucks unconstrained from any impediments to orgasmic
fucking discharges. They fucked and fucked and fucked. Ricky slammed
his pecker in and out of Harriet's overdone pussy and grunted with
the exertion of their humping, their union of carnality and frivolous
fornication.

"Shit, you're fucking tight," Ricky managed through clenched teeth as
his big wee wee went full length into her deep cunny, the young man
feeling almost as if he was in her womb by now, so deep was his
traversing. "Oh, fuck, but you're hot, Harriet. You are hot and tight
as a virgin's honeypot."

"Maybe I'm just full, you big motherfucker. Tee hee," Harriet giggled
as her eager fuckmate took two handfuls of her plethora of tittie
flesh, squeezing and kneading her globular girly glands in the midst
of his plumbing of her depths. "That's the more likely fucking
scenario when it comes to my pussy, Ricky. Cause I've had my cunny
slammed more times than a screen door. Tee hee hee. Oh, fuck it deep,
hard fucker. Cunny needs wee wee. Cunny's hungry for fucky. So give
my funny cunny a fuckhappy motherfucking fuckity fuck fuck with your
motherfucking fuckstick. Tee hee. Did I mention the fact that I like
motherfucking fucking, motherfucker?"

"I did catch your insinuation," Ricky laughed as he rolled her
overswelled knockers in a circular pattern upon her chest, savoring
her feminine womanly humps of fleshy sweat glands, the glands, the
titties, the bodacious boobie bazoom boom booms that made him want to
come as he boned her moist insides with gusto, stabbing his wee wee
hard-on to the nadir of her sleek tunnel and then excavating it until
only the massive head of his penis remained inside her vaginal tract.

Harriet drove her hips upward, copulating like the strumpet she had
always been, letting her lover's dick go much deeper than would be
normally possible, loving the feel of his fondling of her funbag jugs
and the fucking of her cunny slot. But they were suddenly interrupted
by the sound of a car pulling into the driveway.

"Who the fuck could that be?" Harriet asked between labored breaths,
between the upward thrusts she exercised upon his throbbing tool,
knowing that her whopping titanic titties were what had brought his
wee wee to her pussy in the first place. "Who the fuck would be
stopping by right now? I mean, school just let out twenty fucking
minutes ago."

"It looks like Chuck Dicker's car," Ricky observed, stopping his
plunges and holding his penis still in her as he looked up and out of
the bedroom window. "Yep, Chuck's getting out of the car."

"Oh, fuck," Harriet cursed as she forced Ricky to pull his big fucker
out of her pussy and to unhand her bouncing boobies. She then pushed
Ricky off of her and rose to her feet, sliding her discarded blouse
over her ridiculous chest charms and then pulling her shorts over her
plump round fanny. "But at least my car is still in the shop. He
won't even know I'm fucking home. I better go down and get Mom to
make up some lie and tell him some bullshit story. It would be
awkward if he came in while we were up here getting hot and heavy. We
have an open relationship, but it would still be awkward as shit. We
just try to be honest with each other about shit. That's how
relationships work. I'll be right back, baby. Keep that wee wee warm
for me. Tee hee. You are my after school fuck machine, darling."

"Well, please hurry, Angeltits. Mr. Wee Wee gets lonely when his
tittie princess is away," Ricky said in a mock whine as he reached
beneath the blonde teenager's blouse to cup her overgrown
outcroppings of tittie, their appealing tittieness apparent to his
touch.

"Oh, you naughty boy," Harriet cooed with a grin as she forcefully
gripped his naked cock in her hand, sighing inwardly as it throbbed
under her touch. "I'll take care of you in due time, Mr. Wee Wee.
Would you like a sucky after our fucky, Mr. Wee Wee? I thought you
would. Such a good boy. Yes, you are. Tee hee."

Harriet raced downstairs and found her mother in the kitchen putting
dishes into the dishwasher. She was just pushing the door closed with
her insanely large rack as Harriet entered the room.

"Hey, sweetie," Hilda said with a naughty wink, poking her daughter
in the arm with her elbow. "You kids having fun up there? Hee hee.
Ricky giving you a little pokey?"

"Never mind that right now," Harriet spoke speedily, dismissing her
mother's pride in her promiscuity. "Chuck Dicker just pulled into the
driveway and I don't want to talk to him right now, not with my being
busy and everything. Could you tell him I'm not here or just keep him
occupied for a while while Ricky and I are upstairs? Please?"

"Oh, don't you worry a bit about that, sweetheart," Hilda Humper
assured her with a grin, unbuttoning a button on her blouse to reveal
just a smidgen of luscious cleavage, her top heavy gifts containing
much more that was still concealed by her clothing. "Momma will take
care of everything. I can assure you of that, sweetie. Run along,
baby. Momma will handle this."

Harriet had no doubt that Hilda would definitely handle this dilemma
in the usual Humper fashion. Harriet dashed back up the stairs, her
boobie baggage bouncing like the basketballs that she often dribbled
on the high school court, her heaving heaviness apparent in the
bobbing of her jugs. She reached the door and stepped into her
bedroom again, closing and locking the door behind her. On the bed,
Ricky was stretched out naked, his dormant dick drooping from lack of
activity as he smoked a Marlboro cigarette, blowing the smoke out in
rings.

"Shit, baby," Ricky spoke impatiently as he laughingly threw a hand
playfully across his cock. "You make a guy go a long time without
some pussy. Hop in the bed, sexy, and let's take up where we left
off. You ready for me to fuck the living shit out of you, tittie
princess? Mr. Wee Wee's ready to do a little muff-diving, if you know
what I mean."

"You know I know what you fucking mean, big boy," Harriet cooed,
removing her blouse as she swung her assets back and forth to turn
her lover on. She discarded her shorts to get naked once more and
shook her round beautiful ass in his face provocatively before she
turned and began to rub his manhood, watching it get instantly
hard. "Wow. He's a frisky little fucker, isn't he? How about I hop in
the saddle this time, big fellow? Would you like that? You want mommy
to slide on top and ride the baloney pony? Holy shit, but your wee
wee's gettin' big thinking about that shit, isn't he, fucker?"

Ricky remarked that he would love to have Harriet on top and so
without missing a beat she happily impaled herself on his straight
stalk and let it slide inside of her full hilt until she cried out.

"Fuck! That feels good, sugartits!" Ricky cried as she began to place
herself firmly in the saddle and rode his wee wee stickhorse like a
wild pony. "Yeeeeeeehaaaaaaaaa, motherfucker! Yeeeeeehaaaaaaaaa! Save
the horses! Ride a motherfucking cowboy!"

Downstairs, the doorbell rang loudly and annoyingly and Hilda Humper
strode quickly to answer it, undoing another button on her orange
blouse as she walked, uncovering a bit more of the two swells that
made getting laid such an easy task for the blonde educator.

"Hi, Miss Humper," Chuck Dicker greeted her as she beckoned him
in. "Is Harriet home?"

"No, sweetie," Hilda said, feigning honesty as she led him into her
humble abode and turned to smile seductively at the young man, her
left hand sliding over the curve of her big right boob. "I think she
went to the movies with some friends or something."

"Darn it," Chuck said, disappointed in her absence but noticing
Hilda's eccentric behavior. "Uhhhhh, I wanted to see her."

"Don't be annoyed, Chuck," Hilda replied, putting a hand on his
shoulder. "I'll go get you a soft drink and then maybe I can get you
to help me hang the new framed painting I bought. I need a big strong
man to do it. I just love buying Norman Rockwell paintings. He's so
traditional and shit. I like the fucking traditional artwork better
than all that avant garde trashy shit being pushed on the public by
the pseudo-artists on the Left. All it does is undermine traditional
values. Fuck the fuckers. That's what I say. A bunch of Commie
cocksuckers, all of 'em. Faking their Vietnam service and shit. You
can't trust a damn one of 'em."

"That's true, Miss Humper," Chuck Dicker said nodding, feeling his
penis growing hard inside his pants as he managed to look down the
blouse of his girlfriend's mother, gazing at cleavage so deep that it
looked as if someone could fall into it and never be seen
again. "Most of them are Fifth Columnists and fellow travelers who
brag about their kitsch Marxism at Hollywood dinner parties.
Fuck 'em. They are the enemy within."

"Right as rain, Chuckie, you smart motherfucker," Hilda laughed aloud
as she patted the youngster softly on his bottom, her hand lingering
several seconds longer than it probably should have as she leaned
towards him, pressing one of her heaving boobies into his shoulder,
laughing as it mashed hard against him, the pliable flesh of her
knocker squashing when pressed to his inplacable form. "Smart boys
with big wee wees are the ones I like. Tee hee. And I think you
qualify."

After he consumed the soft drink, Hilda led him into the den and had
him stand on a sturdy chair to place her new Norman Rockwell painting
in an ideal place on the wall. Hilda smiled as she checked Chuck out
from behind with much admiration and then without warning, she
reached up between his legs, going up and under as her hand snaked
around to grab his crotch.

"Hee hee! It feels like that fucker's getting hard already!" Hilda
laughed and Chuck jumped down from the chair, somewhat surprised at
her behavior.

"Miss Humper!" Chuck sputtered, his eyes wide. "What are you doing?"

"What do you think I'm doing, sweetie pie? I'm grabbing your
motherfucking wee wee. Why don't you just calm down and let me play
with him, baby. Mr. Wee Wee will be oh so happy if you do. Come on,
sweetie fucker. Just let your momma Hildy work. She just wants to
touch your private boy parts, what your mommy probably called your
bathing suit area when you were little."

"I don't know about this," Chuck said, worry covering his visage, but
his eyes would not leave Miss Humper's bustline.

"You don't know about what?" Hilda asked, slightly taken aback as she
undid her orange blouse and yanked it off, tossing it on the love
seat nearby as her super-sized knockers sprang forth, rolling out of
her top like they were being hatched and Chuck was the first one to
behold their insane circumference. "You don't know if you want
titties this big? Come on, Chuckie. Don't be afraid of momma. She
knows what's best. And what's best is what makes that wee wee of
yours feel good, right, Chuckie? Yours won't be the first young wee
wee in the world to have top-heavy Hilda get her naughty little hands
on it. Just think of all those wee wees in the world that I've played
with, okay, good fucker."

Hilda let Chuck Dicker touch her big breasts. The teenaged horndog
handled her like he was hungry for what she had on her chest, like he
was starving for boobies, big boobies that bounced and jounced and
fucking sashayed till it made his putter stand up. Hilda moaned as
Chuck felt her, then squeezed her, then kneaded and pulled on her,
and then sucked the living fuck out of her tee tees. Her boom booms
tingled their approval as he sucked the pert nipples and abundant
areola. Finally, she dropped in front of him and undid his Levi's,
pulling them down with his briefs, seeing his long wee wee pop up and
squealing with joyfulness as it did.

"Oh, yeah, baby," Hilda moaned, touching and then kissing him. "I
just love the nice young cocks like yours. So young and full of
promise. Mmmmmmmmmm. And full of jizz too, come to think of it. Tee
hee. All those young wee wees in the world, all just for me and my
little mouth to suck."

"Oh, Miss Humper. That feels good," Chuck proclaimed as she lapped at
his johnson and then began to fellate his private parts, sucking his
stalk like a nipple on a tittie.

Chuck cried out. He let out a roar of happiness as the pleasurable
tingles rushed over his pole like electrical current. For a second,
he thought that he must have jammed his hard-on into a wall socket.

"Oh, shiiiiittttttttt!" Chuck Dicker screamed as Hilda's blonde head
moved on his penis, decorating his dick with her saliva as she
applied almost life-threatening suction to the boy's prick. "Oh! Oh!
Oh! Wee wees of the world, UNITE!"

Fellatio was the order of the day and Hilda was, in several minutes,
feeling the phlegm-like discharge excreting itself from his
oversucked planting tool as it coated her throat.

"Oh, holy merciful fucking shit!" the boy said in a voice that
sounded like begging. "Don't let my squirtsies end, Miss Humper!
Don't let my squirtsies end! I'll never doubt momma Hildy again!"

After Chuck came and time had revived his spent pecker, the two of
them agreed with the idea of momma Hildy, that they should definitely
fuck.

Upstairs, Harriet screamed, cried and swore as her orgasm took her to
new heights and she finally dismounted after Ricky had squirted all
his pent-up jism upward and right into her waiting pussy.

"I'm going down to get a glass of water," Harriet told him before she
threw on her blouse and shorts again. "All this fucking has made me
so thirsty. I'll be back to suck your wee wee in a jiffy. Hope you
have a stiffy. Tee hee."

Harriet reiterated this comment by showing him she meant business, by
grabbing his naked cock again and squeezing it, feeling confident as
it grew in her hand. Ricky again reprised his earlier behavior and
reached beneath her blouse to cup her twin tawdry titties, her
bountiful bosom buddies. Harriet giggled and left the room.

When Harriet reached the kitchen and opened the refrigerator to
retrieve a pitcher of water, she suddenly heard the cries and moans
of her mother and Chuck coming from the den, the fact that they were
fucking quite evident.

Pouring herself some of the water into a glass, the blonde bimbo
quipped with a grin, "Good ol' Mom. She always takes care of
everything."


THE END