"Hot For Mommy"

Starring massive-mammaried Mommy Hilda Humper and her well-hung boy
Henry in:
"Hot For Mommy"
Written by Victor C. Nathan and Chantal Lefleur
Edited by Victor C. Nathan


"Yoohoo, Henry," Hilda Humper, the buxom blonde educating bombshell
of Taft and Adams High School sang in a singsong voice as she closed
the front door behind her and walked into her solidly middle class
ranch house, the sacks beneath her barely buttoned black blouse
bobbing gingerly with her steps. These were the sacks of tittie that
made her son Henry's wild twelve inch wee wee surge with excitement
when he saw them unhoused and unleased from her triple J cup hammock-
sized brassieres that she ordered from Kimberly Buxsom's Bras For
Busty Broads. It was a local company and one that many of the ladies
in the community were forced to use because of the girth of their
massively sized balls of tittie flesh. Hilda would often place orders
for her special brasierres on the internet.

"Henry, sweetie," she called out again, this time slightly louder as
she felt her nipples on her terrific king-sized knockers tingle with
her innate excitement. "Henry, Mommy wants to talk to you."

The stacked Humper strode to the bottom of the staircase leading to
the upper levels of her home, her breasts bouncing provocatively,
barely restrained by the dainty lace bra and almost sheer blouse she
wore under her suit jacket.

"Hennnnnnnrryyyyyyyyy!"

"Yeah, Mom?" said her teenaged son, Henry, bounding down the stairs
two at a time, clearing the final five by placing his hands on the
railings and swinging to the ground floor in a single motion,
hurrying hornily to his heavy-laden hefty-hootered parent and not
even knowing why yet. "What's up, Mom?"

"Henry, sweetie," Hilda spoke with a girlish little giggle, her
bountifully beautiful breasts trembling like jello in a typhoon under
her top as her chest heaved with excitement. "Guess what, baby?"

"What, what is it, Mom?" asked Henry, wondering to himself what had
worked his mother up into such an excited state of mind as he gaped
at her globular glands that puffed out the front of her terribly
inadequate top that could barely hold her super swells of saucy
sexuality. "Did you get some wee wee after work or something?"

"Well, of course, Henry. Of course I did. Actually, I got a bit of
back door sex."

"Back door sex?" Henry repeated in horror, astonished at the
implications of what her naughty words suggested, but still staring
at her twin titular heads. "Do you mean you got a wee wee in the
caboose?"

"No, silly. I snuck in the neighbor's back door while the wife was in
the kitchen and I fucked him a couple of times in the upstairs
bedroom. We had to fuck real quiet so as not to alert the wife and
two kids. But that's not my news. Have you ever heard of Biguns
Magazine?"

"Yeah, sure," responded Henry, leaning forward subtly to peek down
the front of her black blouse, spying Hilda's magnificent cleavage
that looked like a chasm between two twin bra-encased mountainous
structures of glorious beauty. "I've heard of it. I think I may even
have an issue or two stuffed under my bed. I used to jerk off to them
a lot before I got smart and drilled that hole in the bathroom wall.
Now I don't need the fucking magazines. Now I can jerk off while I
watch you or Harriet taking a shower."

"Stuffed under your bed?" Hilda laughed out loud as her boobies
bobbled like a fucking bobble head doll, the one she had of chest
queen Chelsea Charms on her office desk at school. "You don't need to
hide that shit from me, precious boy. I know how hungry that wee wee
of yours is. But that's beside the fucking point. I've got something
very special for you today, honey."

At this point, Henry's big-bosomed mother reached into a shopping bag
that she had set on the floor beside her. It was only at this point
that Henry noticed that she carried anything at all, his eyes having
been diverted from anything else but her monstrously straining and
quivering swells of boobie humps that seemed to stretch her poor
blouse to the near breaking point and seemed to push more weight
against her clothing than fabric should legitimately have to bear.

"Henry!" Hilda almost shouted, trying to get her son's undivided
attention, knowing that would not be an easy task once his gaze had
been firmly fixed on what he affectionately called the 'greatest rack
in the world.' "Henry, Mommy made the centerfold of Biguns Magazine.
I'm the fucking big-tittied bimbo of the year! Can you fucking
believe it? I sent them some photographs of me a few months ago, and
they liked them so much they made me this month's centerfold and the
Biguns Big-Boobed Bimbo of the Year. Can you fucking believe it? My
titties are famous, baby! My titties are worldwide inter-fucking-
nationally famous, motherfucker! Mommy's titties have made it big! No
pun intended. Tee hee."

"Whoa, Mom. Let me see that," Henry said excitedly, roughly snatching
the magazine from his mother's grasp, but not before he bumped one of
her now famous and now fully erect paps.

"Holy shit, those fuckers look fucking huge, bitch!" he ejaculated
verbally, his pupils dilating as he took in the huge set of titties
before him, his inflating trouser snake feeling the immediate effects
of his horny immediacy. "Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Mommy, you're a big-
boobied bitch in this shit! You're every fucking schoolboy's wet
dream! You just placed yourself in my 'Boner Of The Century' club!
Whooooooooooo!"

"Pull out your wee wee, Henry," Hilda said in a voice that made her
request more of a commanding expectation on her part as her tumbling
ta tas jiggled with her jug-loving son's joyful jubilation. "I want
to see what effect this has on your wee wee. Mommy's wee wee boy gets
to see his big-motherfucking-boobied Mommy flashing her big fucking
set for the whole red-blooded American male population to see. I want
to see your wee wee when you see this whole piece they did on me.
Take it out, tittie baby. Slap that big pee wee out of your Levi's,
Mr. Humper."

Hilda smiled at her well-hung younger child as his eyes pierced
through the tittie-rific centerfold like the sun burning an ant with
a magnifying glass. Hilda didn't know which one of the two of them
was more excited about her newfound fame.

"Yes, ma'am," Henry said, sounding like an oversexed robot that could
barely think as he gazed at titties that blew his fucking mind. "They
say the camera adds weight and they're right. It added about forty
fucking pounds to your knockers, Mom."

"Tee hee hee, they do look pretty fucking huge, don't they, Henry?"
Hilda asked in her girlishly breathless voice as she purposely shook
her J cuppered big fuckers for her boob-blinded son. "But I want to
see what they do for Mr. Happy, sweetie. So get that big fuckstick of
yours out here, okay? Whip that fuckstick right the fuck out for me,
Humperfucker."

Not waiting for Henry to take the initiative, Hilda walked closer to
her male offspring and unbuttoned the button at the top of his Levi
blue jeans and then swiftly lowered the zipper, her ability to lower
it in a matter of seconds coming from years of experience on her
part, some of it derived from her time spent with Henry and his
particularly sizable private parts.

"Wow, Henry. Oh, Jiminy fucking Christmas, that big fucker of yours
is making a huge bulge in the front of your briefs. I think wee wee
likes. Your Phallic Pocket Pal is all puckered and protruding."

Reaching out with her well manicured and dainty right hand with its
bright red fingernail polish professionally applied, Hilda stroked
the front of Henry's undershorts, feeling his protracting phallus
expanding even more under her touch, protracting and protracting
until it sent a tingle of rapturous raucous randiness rippling
through her riveting rack.

"Oh, God dang," Henry said, using a substitute word instead of the
profanity that Hilda had advised him against. The Humper family was
not particularly religious, but Hilda had taught Henry and Harriet
the importance of respect for the religious views of others. It was
also out of respect for her sister, who was a nun in the Catholic
Church. Hilda hated to see religious people of any kind slandered and
she taught her children true "tolerance," unlike the kind that the
American Left often bandied about while still demonizing people who
held sincere religious beliefs.

"Oh, shit, Mommy. Rub him. Rub him. Feel him with your hands, Monster
Tits. I love you. I love this centerfold. You look bigger than a pair
of fucking beachballs on this page. And I love the pic of your
bouncers hanging over the edge of a motorcycle."

"Tee hee hee, Henry. I'm just tickled pink. I'm tickled the color of
my fucking nipples and areola in that centerfold with all the
lighting and shit on 'em," laughed Hilda, massaging Henry's hard
fabric-encased cock with one hand and hefting her set of super-sized
special sacks of whopping wood-evoking orbs with the other. "I think
I'll hang this centerfold up in my classroom so that all my male
students can enjoy my big boobies. They should get the benefit of
boobie bounty like these fucking knocks. It'll give them horny little
fuckers inspiration to do better in their schoolwork and life goals
and shit like that. And tomorrow, I'm going to go and buy as many
copies of this issue of Biguns Magazine as I can get my currently
cock-stroking hands on and send them to all our relatives and
friends. Why, I just might put this photo on our Christmas card this
year. Don't you think that would be fun?"

"Oh, gee, Mom. I think that's a great idea. Big titties like that
need to be shared with the world. To do otherwise would be selfish.
Plus, I know a lot of my cousins that would definitely get a hard-on
looking at this shit. You and your titties and ass are so hot, Mom,
you could give a dog a bone," Henry stated with a distracted laugh,
his eyes still focused on his mother's largest assets as she yanked
his solidified crank. "Anyway, can I borrow this smokin' magazine for
a while? I think I need to go take care of this big fucking hard-on
you've given me, unless you want to coax a few splashes of the sticky
stuff out of Mr. Cocksure."

"Oh, sweetie," Hilda cooed, smiling as Henry held the September issue
of Biguns Magazine in front of his face as she sweetly caressed the
bulge of Henry Humper's twelve inch penis through his stretched
briefs that looked close to tearing asunder as his private parts
pushed them almost to their breaking point. "Do you want your famous
Mommy to finish you off, wee wee warrior? Cause I think your wee wee
wants to get out. Oh, he wants out, Henry. He wants the fuck out. Tee
hee hee. Do you want me to finish him off for you? I figure it's such
a special day. I call it the Year Of Hilda. Tee hee. It's so fucking
exciting, baby. Ohhhhhh, your wee wee is saying, 'I need out, Hilda.
I need liberation.' That's what wee wee's telling Momma Boom Boom
Bazoom."

Not waiting for Henry to respond in any way, Hilda reached into his
briefs and pulled his almost fully erect twelve inch member out into
the daylight, stroking it in a nurturing fashion as she did so.

"Oh, Henry, your big trouser snake likes Momma's boom booms, doesn't
he? He's so big and hard. I think he's even harder than usual, tee
hee. But I really do need to get dinner started, baby, so you better
take that magazine up to your room and take care of business, if you
know what I mean, tee hee. Make him squirt extra hard for Mommy,
sweetie. Come all over Momma's big ta tas. I can always buy lots more
magazines. Stroke him, squeeze him, choke him and let him spit up,
Henry. Make Momma's big fucker spit up all over her big titties. I'm
so proud of my big tittie baby's big fucker, yes I am. Use Mommy's
porno pics to get that fucker off and shoot a lot of the sticky stuff
on her centerfold honkers, you long-donged tittie baby. Oh, he's
getting harder! I hate to leave him alone now! Mr. Happy Hardy's
ready for some fucky strokes!"

Hilda held her boy's rigid member in her hand and pushed his hands
aside, the hands that held her magazine as she let her thick DSLs
touch down on the head of the young Humper's foot long stalk. Her
dick-sucking lips, thick, vibrant and pouty as they were, puckered
and released some kisses onto the whopping wee wee that she loved the
most. Her lips were loud as she gave her kisses and the suction of
them lingered as the kisses became longer and longer, Henry reaching
for the mounds that he could spot as he looked down her blouse as he
cupped her gargantuan globs of gelatin-textured globes. He sighed as
his mother's kisses sounded like a suction cup that was barely being
pried off of glass, her boobs a-bobbing and swaying as she worked her
magic, her smoldering swells sashaying saucy as shit.

"Holy Humper fucking shit!" Henry exclaimed, his pecker full of
tickles and tingles from his mother's touch, his hands full of her
nurturing knockery flesh, needily kneading her knocks like needful
tittieful tawdry things. "This could be the motherfucking Year Of
Henry, if you ask me. Oh, it tickles! Oh, your knockies feel yummy,
Mommy. Yipppppeeeeeeee!"

"Does it feel good to your motherfucking boner, Henry?" Hilda
inquired sweetly, happy to see that her attentions were enjoyed by
the recipient and that her overblown boobs were being worshipped
wantonly in the process, making her coo as he strove to manually
encase her expansive and immense chestly charms. "Does it make your
big fucking dick feel good, baby?"

"Holy shit, Mom, that feels pretty fucking spectacular!" Henry cried
out, enjoying his mother's attentions enormously and the sight of her
bra-held boom booms breezing back and forth upon her chest. "Can you
give me a wiggler, Mommy, can you?"

"Now, Henry," Hilda responded in an amused tone of voice, a sense of
wistfulness in her husky whisper as she felt one of her hooters shift
uncomfortably inside her Buxsom brand tittie-trapper. "Let's not get
carried away, you naughty little tittie lover. I have to see to
dinner, baby, I really do. Now please, go upstairs and let me get on
with it. Choke that chicken for me and squirt some sticky on your
Mommy dearest's centerfold tittie spread, proud fucker. But don't be
too long. I could use some help setting the table. Choke fast,
fucker, fucker, fucker. Tee hee hee hee hee. I love your wee wee,
sweetums."

"Awwwwwwwwww, and I love your big ol' boobies, Mommy," Henry whined
in an endearingly child-like tone as he studied the most revealing
shot in the entire Biguns piece on his mother and her twin titans, a
photograph of his mother balancing a glass of orange juice between
her two abundances. "I love 'em even more now that the fuckers are
famous. Okay, I'll go choke my chicken then. But promise me you'll
let me see you do this glass trick live sometime. Maybe I could even
drink a glass of OJ from between your big bouncy fuckers. Bye for
now, Mountain-Tittied Mommy."

"Bye, sweet wee wee boy."

As Henry turned to go, Hilda reached out with her left hand and gave
Henry an affectionate and surprising slap on his posterior, causing
him to jump slightly at the surprise and causing her J cuppers to
clomp together as well.

"Holy shit, you are one naughty bitch, Mom," he said laughingly,
grabbing the big tittie magazine and heading for the stairs, his semi-
erection swinging like an unleashed protracted prong as he turned to
leave the room. "But do that again sometime. I like being spanked.
One time I got that big-tittied slut Mabel Chester to put me over her
knee and give me a real ass-whooping. Man, what a turn-on."

Henry tucked the Biguns Magazine under one arm and reached out for
Hilda Humper's gigantic set of bosom buddies, savoring them as he
kneaded the soft but firm flesh of her womanly charms, squeezing her
glands harder and more hungrily than even he had planned or expected
to. Hilda cooed and smiled affectionately at her golden boy as his
wee wee still swung free in the breeze, elongated and pointing
accusingly at his mother.

"Ha ha ha," Henry laughed with a light-hearted sense of elation and
freedom that he had never felt before, both in his heart and in his
wee wee that swung in front of him, hard as fucking shit now in
libido tribute to the centerfold in his hand and the bulging boobs
bobbing beneath Hilda's tittie-laden top.

Without warning, his hand returned Hilda's affectionate slap,
smacking her round, firm and voluptuous bottom in a way that was more
playful than naughty, more in fun than with a sexual motivation. "J
Lo doesn't have this much of a caboose."

"Okay, that does it, Henry," giggled Hilda playfully, grabbing the
magazine from Henry's hand and swatting him on the bottom with it to
add to the sexy fun they were engaged in, her nipples currently knife-
sharp with her own elation. "Bring that big fucker of yours here and
Momma will take care of that big hard-on for you, tee hee. It's time
for a little chicken-choking."

Holding the magazine centerfold of her nakedly buxom and voluptuous
form draped across a Harley motorcycle up close to her face, she used
her other hand to quickly remove her blouse and bra, shedding them
like a superfluous snake skin as the hefty-hootered Humper threw them
impatiently into a heap in the corner.

"Come to Momma, Mr. Happy," Hilda teased him playfully, wrapping her
small, feminine hand around his hard-as-steel erection, pulling him
closer and then rubbing it below the head with her index finger,
giggling to herself when she heard Henry breath in raggedly, his
libido rapidly rising under her tender assault of his friendly
weapon, partially due to her manual manipulation and partially due to
the sight of her liberated lady lumps jiggling, wiggling, bouncing,
jouncing and pouncing to and fro in all their nude, naked splendor
for his eyes and his penis to at last behold in all their
otherworldly orb-ilicious, oscillating, undulating, quivering angelic
tittie dreaminess.

"Ohhhhh, that feels so good to my wee wee!" well-hung Henry Humper
cried out, beginning to move his hips towards her hand, anxious to
finally get his needs met and his pipes cleaned out. "It tickles, oh,
it tickles! And your titties! Oh, your titties are free, Mommy! Free,
free, set them free! Mmmmmmmmmm! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Hilda took a firm hold on the stalk of Henry's rampant pecker and
began an up and down stroking motion, feeling the loose skin as it
moved along the shaft as she pushed and pulled on him, working his
young cock like an expert tugger. Henry's attention was riveted to
the gigantic mammaries, both real and photographic that filled his
vision, massive, mammoth and now moving, moving, moving. They were
moving up, down, left, right and all directions in between like
blessed bags of beautiful boobiedom as she flung them. The sight of
the sheer flopping, flailing, falling and rising of her funbags
caused his organ to swell to even greater length and girth. Hilda
looked deeply into her boy's eyes and saw the raw sexual need in
them, increasing the cadence of her strokes on his big cock,
immediately capturing his undivided attention as she shimmied her
shoulders, causing her big fleshy funbags to sway to and fro
lasciviously to affect even greater jiggly movement of her mams.

"Oh, Momma, your big bouncin' bitchin' titties are so hot, they drive
me fucking crazy!" Henry whined loudly, eager now for his mother to
bring him to completion, already feeling the pent up jism in his wee
wee beginning to flow downwards through the tube of his wee wee in
the very direction of her bounding whoppers that quaked before him,
soon to cause his wee wee to erupt in joy and bliss. "Stroke, stroke,
stroke my big cigarette! Stroke, stroke, stroke, till ya fucking
stroke me half to death! Ohhhhhhhhh, centerfold Mommy, I wanna come!"

Hilda's hand was flying up and down the length of his pecker in a
blur of assisted masturbatory magnificence, arousing him to the point
of near madness, his eagerness to achieve his completion almost
overwhelming him, the emotions and sensations coursing through his
body causing a single tear to slip unnoticed down his cheek and land
with a splash on his mother's rapidly stroking hand and then to be
flung by the very momentum of her tugging onto the spaciousness of
her sweet areola that was attached to a wildly bucking boobie.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Henry cried out, knowing that his orgasm was imminent,
wanting it, while at the same time not sure he desired this tugging
and titillation to be over, feeling so good, a deep and abiding
happiness rising from the root of his maleness and spreading
throughout his body, savoring the feel of her hands, the look of her
set of lady twins and the centerfold that was somehow still being
held before his eyes in the midst of the furious disorder and
confusion of his pleasure. "Ohhhhhhhhh, that feels so good to my
sweet motherfucking, centerfold-lusting wee wee!"

Reaching out with both hands, he put them behind his mother's back
and grabbed her round, plump buttocks in each of his palms, squeezing
them both, pulling her close to him, near enough to cause her super-
sized twin knockers to beat relentlessly into his own chest as his
fingers roamed freely on her asscheeks, her flesh soft and supple
beneath them. Henry pulled Hilda's skirt up with his one hand and
then let all ten of his eager and greedy fingers roughly grip and
fondle her full-figured and voluptuous fanny that made her body an
appealing hourglass of voluptuous perfection as her pointed nipples
and heavy hunks of titmeat slapped and scraped roughly against his
lower chest and abdomen. He fondled her caboose.

Hilda Humper was big in two places. The first place was her upper
body, her fucking flailing, fulsome, feisty, fantastic funbags, her
atomic bomb-sized boobie bombshell bouncers that adorned her chest
and tested her shoulders and back as well as her bountiful and almost
chasm-deep brassiere. The second was her caboose, her booty, her
round, firm yet soft fanny, her rapturous ass.

Henry loved to let his hands roam her sizeable assets, large, pillowy
and round, yet firm, easily the body of a woman at least a decade
younger than Hilda's 39 years.

"Oh, Henry," Hilda cooed, boobies bobbling against his body and
buttocks wiggling under his touch, enjoying her boy's handling of her
ass, but still fondling his huge cock, reaching down occasionally to
cup and feel his fuzzy nutsack, arousing Henry to the point of no
return, a small drop of pre-cum dribbling from the head of his wee
wee, glistening and shiny against the blood-engorged head of his
pecker, letting Hilda know that there was no turning back. "Come for
your centerfold. Come for your boobie Mommy."

"Oh, Mommy," he moaned softly, releasing her bubble butt and cleaving
to her topsy turvy titties and deep dark cleavage with both hands for
dear sweet life. "I need to come. I need to. I want to, I want to.
Oh, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm.....ohhhhhhhhhh!"

And then it happened.

Hilda squealed in shock as a flood of thick sticky semen blasted from
the tip of his fucking cock like a pistol shot in a sack race.

"I'll make your big fucker squirt like a Supersoaker 2000 in a
kindergarten class, Henry. Tee hee hee. My hands will be on you like
Martha Stewart on a casserole in a prison mess hall."

"Oh, fucking shit, Mommy!" Henry bleeted in a voice odd with the
effects of his thunderous excretion that doused the September issue
of Biguns, the tawdry photo of Hilda's set of knocks dangling over a
Harley-Davidson and the adjoining photo of the busty Humper with a
popsicle between her squashed together jugs.

Hilda held the September Biguns issue and lowered it even with his
penis that rattled with orgasmic pistol shots of love, bliss and
elated ecstasy, the sticky streams rippling from his cock and
straight for her cum-inducing extravaganza of bare and overbundant
boobies.

"Henry, baby. I want you to come on the centerfold, good fucker. I
want you to squirt your sweet supply of baby batter all over Momma's
boobies as you see them on the fucking page. That big thing of yours
is shooting like a Tommy gun in Prohibition."

Henry aimed his pecker like he was pointing a pistol, pointing it in
the direction of the magazine like he was firing a weapon. But the
target was not a bullseye; it was his mother's photograph, her huge
tit balloons standing out from the page as though they were three
dimensional.

"Oh, Henry!" squealed Hilda delightedly, clapping her hands together
in glee as his jism covered every part of her body in its pictorial
splendor, running down the glossy pages and splashing onto the real
thing, soaking Hilda's jumbo boobies with his slick excretions,
pooling on their upper surface, clinging to her nipples like a tear
on a cheekbone until the excess jism finally fell silently from her
honking hooters to the floor. "Look at that fucker shoot! I've never
seen any chicken I've ever choked spit like that before! Wee wee
really likes Mommy's nudie pics! Holy fuck, your big fucker must have
teamed up with your big balls to do some chores and take out the
trash!"

"Oh, Mommy!" cried Henry, finally sated, sinking to his knees in
front of his mother as the exertion of his orgasm overtook him and he
slumped forward in exhaustion, throwing his arms around her and
hugging the lower half of her body, ghetto booty and all.

"That fucking rocked," he moaned exhaustedly, slumping, releasing her
and going prostrate before her, jism still slowly dripping from the
head of his cock and pooling onto the plush carpet. "I think that's
the best fucking orgasm I've had yet, Mom. And it's the best fucking
centerfold too. Oh, my balls hurt, I lost so much wee wee juice. Wow,
I almost feel light-headed."

"That's just because you got the poisons out of the building, baby.
We did some plumbing and cleaned out the pipes, my darling wee wee
boy. You didn't say which one of your heads was light. Is it your big
one or your slightly less big one? Tee hee, Henry. I think that
centerfold coaxed an extra gallon out of your ballsies, big fucker.
My fifty pound set, my motherfucking famous bosom buddies, what I
have dubbed the Boobsie Twins, really got the wee wee juice rocking
and rolling out of your ballie wallies. If this issue really takes
off at naughty newsstands and gets sold from behind the counters of a
lot of convenience stores, I may have a future shoot for Playboy.
They said they want to call it 'The Boobsie Twins: 1950s Innocence
Meets The Free Love Generation.' It's so fucking cute, don't you
think, wee wee boy?"

"Maybe instead of 'The Boobsie Twins' they could name it something
else," Henry suggested, standing up wearily and wiping the head of
his dripping cock off on the edge of Hilda's ruffled skirt and then
placing a hand under each of her high and proud J cup megaton bomb
boobies, pushing them naughtily up and down, almost weighing them as
he spoke to his naughty Mommy. "They could name it after our
relationship instead."

"Oh, yeah?" Hilda Humper smiled at him as she gave him a mischievous
wink, tossing the centerfold aside and grabbing his waning wee wee
with one hand, squeezing it forcefully, then shoving her pert and
percolating pair hard against his body. "And what would they call it,
big fucker?"

"How about 'Hot For Mommy'?" Henry suggested with a conspiratorial
look on his face as he placed one of his own hands atop the female
hand adorning his tingling and fully spent overdeveloped genitals.

"Tee hee hee," Hilda giggled, shifting her upper body and moving her
bra-busting, shoulder-straining, wee wee-stiffening boom booms
sweetly back and forth against her son's body, feeling the firmness
slowly returning to the playtoy between his legs. "Oh, Henry, you
most certainly are."


THE END