"Seven Days Without Tittie Makes One Weak"

Starring slightly overweight, but big-boobied Hilda Humper and her
boy Henry Humper in:
"Seven Days Without Tittie Makes One Weak"
Written by Victor C. Nathan and Chantal Lefleur


"Holy fucking shit!" cried Henry Humper as he entered the kitchen of
the home he shared with his mother, Hilda, and his teenaged sister,
Harriet. "We must have about six inches of snow out there! I doubt we
can even get the car out."

"I know," sighed Hilda, turning the bacon she was cooking for
breakfast, dressed in a pair of silk pajama tops and a camisole that
barely contained her humungous triple J cup boobies that were held up
precariously by the thin strap of the garment, her nipples poking
sharply through the soft fabric. "We may be stuck in the house for a
few days, until it melts."

"Shit, I'm going to build a big fucking snowman, or maybe a
snowwoman, with Harriet later," said Henry, coming up behind his
mother and wrapping his arms around her from behind to give her a
hug. "Holy shit, Mom. Someone has put on a few pounds over the
holidays. You feel a bit pudgy."

"Henry, I can't believe you said that," sighed Hilda, wounded by her
youngest child's words, a solitary tear slipping from her eye and
tracing its way down her cheek and dripping onto the top of her
protruding right boob with a splash. "Are you saying that I'm fat?"

"Nah, you're not fat, just a bit pudgy, see?" said Henry, pinching a
slight roll of fat at his mother's usually trim waist. "You have love
handles, Mom, but that just means there's more of you to love. Hee
hee. More cushion for the pushin', if you get my drift."

"Henry Humper," his mother snapped angrily, her overstuffed breasts
shaking wildly as her ire rose. "I can't believe you would say such a
thing to me. But since you have, don't expect me to pay any attention
to Mr. Wean for the next week. I am not going to put even one
solitary finger on your pecker for the next seven days!"

"That big wee wee, what I call your big bad mean Mr. Wean, is going
to be one lonely fucker for a good long stretch of time, you
insensitive little fucker!" Hilda told her youngest child, her
bountiful bulges of boobery quivering, shivering, shaking and quaking
with her ire and emotional hurt. "A woman is judged by her body,
especially me, Henry. My knockers are the talk of this town. Do you
really wonder why so many men like to get their wee wees into my
naughty cunny slot? And you say something so thoughtless, right after
all the tugs and shit I gave you over the Christmas holiday."

"Henry, you are a fucking asshole!" Harriet Humper, his older sister
snapped at him from where she balanced a plate of pancakes atop her
own H cup mountainous globular glands and ate them with her fork.

"Gee, Mom. Why are you being so touchy? It's not my fault you had too
many rum and eggnogs and a few too many Christmas cookies. I'm just
sorry you gained it around the waist and not on your titties," Henry
laughed insensitively, pointing his index finger and jabbing it into
her left breast for emphasis, the soft flesh causing an almost
reflexive stirring in his boxer shorts. "But to neglect Mr. Wean for
a whole week, well, shit, that's just not right."

"Yeah, well too fucking bad," responded Hilda, her plump pillows of
plush boobery bounty quaking with her fury. "But my titties are off
limits too. I won't have you treating me like this, Henry Humper. So
you and Mr. Wean can just find someone else to play with for the next
week. And you can cook your own damn breakfast too!"

Hilda used a dish towel to dab the tears from her eyes and left the
kitchen, truly stung by Henry's thoughtless words, her heavenly-sized
honkers heaving up and down with her sobs of sadness.

"Geez, Henry," Harriet looked at her younger sibling with disgust as
she ate the last bite of the pancakes that Hilda had made her,
sitting the plate onto the table and then taking a cloth napkin and
dabbing away the blueberry syrup that had dripped profusely onto the
tops of her H cup trademark Humper hooters and then down into the
cleavage that nearly every boy at school had placed his penis into
just for kicks.

"That was thoughtless to say to Mommy. You've been swinging that huge
horsecock around at school in front of all the big-boobed
cheerleaders for so long, you think you are the 'cock' of the walk.
And I was even going to build a big-tittied snowwoman with you today
after I fucked the mailman, but now I don't think so."

"Shit!" Henry shouted after his mother as she strode up the stairs,
her chest leading the way.

Easily closing the distance between them with his long-legged
strides, Henry caught up with his mother in the upstairs hall, just
outside her bedroom.

"Mom, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. Really I didn't. You're not pudgy,
you're just......well.....pleasingly plump!"

"Oh, Henry!" Hilda wailed, the tears now flowing freely from her
pretty blue eyes, her huge treasure chest heaving again, wildly up
and down as she sobbed uncontrollably. "Get away from me, you cruel,
cruel boy. And don't expect to see my titties or have me touch your
big boner for at least a week, maybe longer. You hurt my feelings. I
am going to go on a diet and lose these few pounds, but you will
still be a cruel, heartless boy to say such things to me. Now get out
of my sight. I'm going to my room and I want to be left alone."

"I said I'm sorry," Henry said meekly, feeling bad that he had ever
said anything about his mother's extra few pounds as he pulled his
wee wee from his boxers and waved it in Hilda's direction, studying
her partially exposed whopping wee wee magnets all the while. "You
can't really mean that you won't touch my pecker. I mean, how would I
go a whole week? How would wee wee ever survive? He's got jizz he
needs to squirt."

"That's your fucking problem, Henry Heartless Humper," said Hilda,
slapping his wee wee sharply with her open palm as she turned and
opened the door to her bedroom, leaving faint red marks where her
fingers had connected with the fragile skin of his most intimate body
part. "Go find someone slimmer than I am to play with your big cock
and balls. As far as I'm concerned, both you and mean Mr. Wean can go
straight to hell!" With those words, Hilda threw her head back
haughtily, making her juggies jiggle, and then entered her bedroom,
slamming the door noisily in Henry's face.

"Oh, motherfucking shit," Henry gasped, his giant semi-erection
dangling almost agile in front of him as he realized with horror what
he had done. "I think I fucked up this time. I think I fucked up big
time. What the fuck is Mr. Wean going to do all snowed in with no
happy hands on him and no mountain titties to make him spit up?"

Then Henry felt his own tears begin, almost in sync with the cries he
could hear coming from behind the door of his beautiful and busty J
cup mommy. "Waaaahhhhhhhhh! Please, Mommy! Wee wee needs! Wee wee
needs! Mr. Wean needs his pipeys cleaned out! Waaaahhhhhhh!" Henry
resorted back to the baby talk that had been so familiar to him in
his first sixteen years of breastfeeding for milk, baby talk that
Hilda Humper, laden as she was with such overwhelming milk balloons,
never discouraged.

"Henry, go away," he heard his mother say from within her bedroon as
she continued to sob at his thoughtlessness. "I said what I meant and
I meant what I said, so please, just go away and leave me alone."

"But Mommy, wee wee........."

"Henry, I said go away. Now shoo. I want to be left alone."

Hilda lay sobbing on top of her bed, her hands reaching down below
her breasts to pinch the flesh at her sides.

"Oh, my, goodness, I have gained a bit of weight," Hilda managed to
breathe sadly, focusing on the excess fat she carried and ignoring
the two beachballs atop her loaded chest that still spelled
perfection. "But not in my titties, unfortunately. Well, I will just
have to go on a diet. That's what I need to do. I heard about this
really good three day diet plan that is supposed to help you lose up
to ten pounds in three days, so that's what I'll do."

Henry, still smarting from his mother's rebuke, went to his own room
and grabbed a piece of paper and a pen.

"I'll write her a letter. That's what I'll do," Henry told himself,
still feeling the sting of Hilda's slap to his private parts as he
shut the door of his room and resolved that he would bridge the chasm
that his words had created between himself and his boob-gifted
parent. "Ohhhhhhhhhh, my Mr. Wee Wee is so tickly and so needing to
have all his juiceys evacuated. I guess I am going to have to write
some really apologetic shit to get back on her good side. Ha ha. And
to get to handle her two massive sides of mammary roasts. Ha ha ha.
Those big-tittied bitches can be so fucking touchy, but I'll see what
the power of the written word can do for a slutty nice-knockered
English teacher. After all, we are fucking snowed in, for fuck's
sake. There has to be something more fun to do than building a
snowwoman, big fucking snow titties or not."

"Dear Mom," Henry began his apologetic missive, hoping to get back in
his mother's good graces, not to mention getting her hands back on
his jumbo johnson. "Words can not express how deeply sorry I am for
my thoughtless words. The extra weight looks really good on you and I
promise never to say anything disparaging about your added few pounds
again. Please forgive me? Love, Henry."

Taking it in his hand, he dropped to his knees outside Hilda's
bedroom door and slid the note under it.

"Mom, would you read this, please?" he implored, really worried now
that she would carry out her threat not to play with his big cock for
the next week, a situation that would be simply intolerable for
someone who was used to his pecker getting almost constant parental
attention. "Please, Mom?"

Hilda got up from her bed, her huge breasts still wiggling wildly and
fleshily beneath her top as she tried to stifle her sobs.

"What is it now, Henry?"

"Please, Mom. Just read it, okay?"

Hilda moved from the bed, her breasts bouncing around underneath the
thin camisole like a couple of puppies trapped in a burlap sack.
Scooping the note from the floor, she read it quickly, her ire rising
almost uncontrollably at his half-hearted, left-handed apology.

"The extra weight looks good on me?" she shrieked, losing her temper
completely, her breasts bobbing to and fro wildly as she literally
shook with rage. "My added few pounds? How fucking dare you, Henry
Humper? I've a good mind to make it two weeks just for that. Now
leave me the fuck alone. You're a cruel, heartless, inconsiderate boy
and I don't want to see you or talk to you for a long fucking while!"

"Oh, no," Henry thought to himself, his wee wee now as soft as a
noodle. "I guess there's a reason I failed fucking English class last
semester. Other than the fact that I had a male teacher. If I had had
Mrs. Rack again, I could have just fucked my way to an A. Now Mommy
won't play with wee wee. I can't stand it. Wee wee needs to spray. I
guess I could build a snowwoman for that purpose, but I'm going to
freeze my dick off when I try to stick it between her big snow
titties. I don't want frostbite on my dick. And it would be just as
bad in her snowpussy too. Waaaahhhhhhhhh! And Harriet won't fucking
help me, even if I beg the bitch! All I've got is porn to look at! I
need more, much more than that for this big fucker!"

Henry grabbed his penis and squeezed the long fuckstick for emphasis,
to remind himself of his torturous drive for stimulation, stimulation
that was woefully lacking at the moment.

Realizing it was probably best to not press his luck with Hilda
anymore at the moment, Henry walked sadly back to his bedroom and sat
down on his bed, feeling pretty morose at the prospect of a whole
week or more without Hilda's dainty hands on his most private part.

"Oh, well. I guess I will just have to find a way to make her forgive
me. But right now, wee wee needs to come."

Without further ado, he took out his copy of Biguns Magazine, opening
it to Hilda's centerfold. Propping the magazine open on his night
table, he reached into his boxers and extracted his still flaccid
male organ, rubbing it along its entire length with the thumb and
index finger of his right hand.

"I guess it's just you and me for now, Mr Wean," Henry managed a
chuckle, despite his angst at having offended Hilda and made her deaf
to his pleas.

"Oh, boobies, boobies, boobies! Mommy Hildy is so big, big, big!"
Henry said in a mixture, a joining, of pleasure, sadness, weeping and
pouting like a little spoiled baby as he began to masturbate and
stroke the organ in his boxers that definitely had nothing childish
about it and was larger, longer and thicker than any adult in town.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh! Tickles! Tingles! Thrills down inside of Mr. Wean!"

Henry sighed hornily as he studied the photo of Hilda on the glossy
page of the open porno magazine, Biguns, the photo that confirmed
that she was build like a brick shithouse where tittie tonnage was
concerned. Her hulking hooters almost looked three dimensional,
almost looked to Henry as if they were extending, leaping, thrusting
from the page and the expression on her face seemed to coo, "How do
you like these big fuckers, big boy?"

"Ohhhhh, wee wee likes, wee wee likes!" the teenaged boy cried out
loudly, unconcerned as to whether or not he was heard by either of
the two boob-owning members of his household, whacking away at his
man-meat in an almost feverish fashion, so eager was he for some
release from his pent up sadness and sexual frustration and using his
mother's saucy, pert and picture perfect puppies, puckered nipples
and all, to get off as he gaped at the almost paunch-like paps.

"Oh, yes, wee wee needs to come, he needs to come! Oh, he's going to,
he's going to! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

He could feel his jism flowing up the tube of his pecker and exiting
violently from the head of his wee wee, coming forth in staccato
bursts of pleasure and release.

"Oh, yes, you big-tittied bitch!" he growled at his mother's
photo. "Your big fucking titties make my big fucking wee wee come!
Oh! Oh! Oh!"

The sticky ejaculate leapt from his urethral opening, hitting the
magazine, covering his mother's photographed breasts with his warm,
wet abundance.

He continued to stroke himself until the last of his seed was
released, feeling sated, at least for the moment, but still sad,
thinking with horror of having to deal with a whole week or more of
self-pleasure when he could have had his mother's assistance in
pleasuring his wee wee if only he had known to keep his thoughtless
remarks to himself.

"What am I going to do?" he asked himself rhetorically. "What can I
possibly say or do to make her forgive me? Geez, women are so fucking
hard to understand sometimes."

Laying back on his bed, he folded his arms above his head and rested
on them, lost in thought, trying to think of a way to get back into
his mother's good graces and his wee wee back into her hands or
cleavage.

"Holy fucking shit, why was I so stupid?" he asked of no one in
particular, running a thumb over his still swollen cockhead. "And
what can I do to make things right?"

"So what if she does have a pudgy belly and a fat ass?" Henry asked
himself, wiping the last remains of his semen across his bedspread in
one long and sticky string. "I should have kept my mouth shut for wee
wee's sake. I mean, her titties are as wonderful and big as ever and
I might have even been able to get my wee wee between them. Mommy
tends to go for shit like that when she is bored and snowed in."

But suddenly he had an idea, though one he wasn't sure would work or
not. Henry supposed, for the sake of his libido and his overladen
balls, as well as his hunger for boobies, that it was worth a try.

"I will try to make her laugh with a joke. That ought to cheer her up
and when she cheers up, voila! Wee wee hits the fucking jackpot!"

Henry grabbed another sheet of paper and quickly scrawled a joke
across it in block letters. What did the prostitute say to the nerdy
computer geek? Answer: "You've got female!"

"That's fucking funny enough to get her to take her fucking top off
for me," Henry told himself, already dreaming of Hilda's boobs that
were the size of rubbery watermelons, with silver dollar areolas and
pointy fun nipples and shit that he could suck on.

Henry tucked his for the moment spent wee wee back into his boxer
shorts and grabbed the note in one hand. He could feel the stalk of
his wee wee swinging as well as his giant testicles as he walked down
the hall towards his mother's bedroom, its door still closed in what
he thought was a most uninviting way that was tinged with foreboding.
Henry could just imagine the amount of sheer tittie hidden behind
that door, the sheer size of the two twin and perfect orbs that sat
like tawdry treasure upon her chest. They were treasures that he
loved more than gold or silver, diamonds or rubies. The young Humper
quickly slipped the note containing his silly, but rather clever joke
under the crack of Hilda's door and then shouted, "Mom! Mom!"

"What the fuck do you want, Henry?" he could hear the balloon-boobied
goddess reply.

"I want you to read this," he said, feeling somewhat crestfallen at
the harshness of her response. "Please, Mommy?"

Picking up the piece of paper that Henry had shoved under her door by
pinning it between her cleavage as she bent over, Hilda then took it
and read the words on it and chuckled softly, despite herself, her
breasts swaying subtly in response to the throaty laugh.

"What a lame ass joke," Hilda said to him, still angry and unwilling
to cut him any slack. "If you like sophomoric humour, I guess that's
a dilly. Now leave me the fuck alone. I'm trying to find some crash
diets on the internet and I don't want to be disturbed."

"Fuck!" Henry cried in a soft voice, kicking himself yet again for
having started this animosity between them. He loved his mother more
than words and her complete refusal to forgive him made him feel sad
and somehow empty. He also knew that that emptiness would guarantee
that his penis and his balls would stay very full.

"How could I be so fucking stupid?" he asked himself for the
umpteenth time, still dreaming of her soft little girly hands on his
wee wee and sucking her blimp-sized breasts that would make Dolly
Parton fucking green with envy. "I just don't know how to make this
right."

Four days later........

"Holy shit, I can't take this any longer," whined Henry Humper, still
cut off from his mother's naughty attentions and feeling the loss
keenly.

Over the past few days, he had invited many girls over to touch, tug,
fondle, clench, lick, suck and hump his pecker, but it was not
filling the void. He hated being on the outs with his mother. Despite
her quick temper and sometimes foul mouth, he loved her dearly.
Walking down the stairs late one evening, clad only in his boxer
shorts after just having engaged in masturabation, Henry located
Hilda sitting before a roaring fire in the fireplace, sipping a hot
cup of green tea and reading the latest Harlequin Romance novel.

"Mommy?" he inquired quietly, not wanting to startle her
unnecessarily or make her lose her cool, scared as fucking shit that
it would cause her to withdraw her hands and her titties from his wee
wee for another week of hell. "Can I come in?"

"Please do," Hilda responded somewhat sharply. "But keep in mind that
I'm not in the best fucking mood. I have one more day to go on this
fucking three day diet and I could about eat the hind leg off a horse
right now. Do you know how many fucking green beans are in six
ounces? One more day of eating so many vegetables and I may just
start sprouting leaves."

"I'm sorry, Mom. I guess it's all my fault," Henry told her
sincerely, looking longingly down at her whopping woman wiggles and
then at the tiny female hands that had brought his weanie so much
pleasure in the glorious past they shared. "I hope you know that I
would never intentionally hurt your feelings."

"Is that it, Henry?" Hilda asked him peevishly, trying to return to
her book.

Henry reached into his boxers and extracted his already slightly
tumescent male organ, thrusting it into the space between Hilda's
face and the pages of her novel and waving it around.

"Henry, what in the hell do you think you're doing?" Hilda asked him,
becoming even more annoyed. "This is not the time, Henry. I have
hardly had anything to eat for the past two days and I just finished
fucking the meter reader and I'm tired. That son of a bitch about
sucked the shit out of my big motherfucking titties. I am tired and
hungry and crabby to the point of being able to cheerfully commit a
homicide. Now, if you have something to say to me, just say it and
get the hell out of here. I want to read my book."

"I just wanted to say that I, as well as Mr. Wee Wee, are very
sorry," Henry reiterated for about the 50th time in the last four
days. "And I hate to see us on the outs lately. I especially hate to
see you and Mr. Wee Wee, or what you sometimes call Mr. Wean, on the
outs. He wants to be touched and to be clenched by your jumpin'
juggers, Mommy."

Henry leaned closer to the busty blonde that was clad in a pair of
tight blue jeans that clung to her round and shapely ass and that
wore only a large white triple J bra for her top, forsaking modesty
and barely covering the giant, globular, gargantuan and so very
womanly set of flesh bags that the cavernous cups still barely
managed to cover. Not that Hilda gave a shit about it. Henry had seen
her chest humps many times and she wasn't going to start being
fucking shy about flaunting her body now, whether she was fucking
overweight or not.

"Here, Mommy dearest," Henry tried to coo like a baby as he eased his
now almost fully hard cock up against her left boobie swell. "Mr.
Wean wants to be a nice boy."

"Would you please get your fucking pecker away from me, Henry?" Hilda
asked, her irritated displeasure patently obvious to Henry, who
winced at the sharpness in her words. "I just told you that I'm
hungry, tired and crabby, but you won't listen. I said I wasn't going
to touch your pecker for at least a week and I meant it. Now go and
tug it yourself, or phone a friend, or do whatever the hell you have
to do, but please leave me in peace."

"But, but, Mom," Henry stuttered, his demeanor crestfallen, his hopes
crushed and his wee wee so full of need, as well as cum. "It's been
nearly five days, Mom. I can't take it any longer. Please, please,
pretty please with sugar and a cherry on top, forgive me. I never
meant to say you were pudgy. It just slipped out. Please forgive me?"

"Henry," said Hilda in a steel cold voice, the words barely able to
come out from behind her clenched teeth, her assets vibrating like a
can of paint being mixed. "Leave me alone. LEAVE ME ALONE! Do I make
myself clear?"

"You'd have to be a dummy to not see how clear that is," Henry
replied, whisking his wee wee away from her bra-covered J mam with a
sniffle of sadness.

"Considering your grades in the classes where you can't fuck your way
to an A, Henry, I wouldn't be surprised if you still didn't get it.
You only got all As that one semester and I sent you to your Nana's
to play with her big boobies and to get your wee wee tickled as a
reward. I'm so motherfucking hungry right now, the only thing I could
see myself doing with your big wee wee is breaking it off, spreading
some mustard on it, then eating it like a hot dog. I mean, they don't
even sell them that long at the weiner stand."

Henry gulped with surprise and worry at his mother's extreme and
almost violent anger that was brought on by her restrictive diet and
his cruel remarks about her stomach and ass.

"Okay, I'll leave," he choked out with sadness, stopping a second as
he walked behind the couch to look down her Grand Canyon-cupped
brassiere. "I get it."

Two days later.....

Hilda stood before the full length mirror in the bathroom, thrilled
by what she saw reflected back at her.

"That diet was a fucking nightmare," she said to herself, massaging
the tension from her luscious love mounds, pinching the softened
nipples and then kneading the pliable and oh so suckable flesh of her
hulking honking honkers. "But it sure did work. I lost nearly ten
pounds and my tummy and ass are as firm as ever, and the diet didn't
take anything away from my big motherfucking titties, thank goodness."

Once dressed, Hilda walked downstairs, bobbling all the way, and into
the kitchen to start dinner. Harriet was home from school, but up in
her room doing homework and Henry had football practice after school
and would be home momentarily. Hilda had just gotten dinner
preparations under way when she heard the front door slam and Henry's
heavy footsteps as he made his way towards the kitchen. Seeing his
mother there, he was startled at the change in her.

"Holy fucking shit, Mom! That diet really did wonders! You look about
ten years younger, and hotter than sun on a tin roof!"

"And your titties are as big as ever!" Henry exclaimed, walking to
where Hilda stood cooking at the stove and reached under her arms,
his giant football player hands grabbing as much of the flesh of each
of her monstrous knockers as he could, squeezing, kneading and just
generally playing with her womanly boob bags. "Mmmmmmmmmm, shit, they
feel good!"

"Ohhhhhhhh, Henry!" Hilda replied warmly, turning with a warm and
genuine smile on her perfect and beautiful face. "Well thanks, good
fucker! My big boobies and my tummy and ass say a resounding, 'Thank
you, Henry! And thank you too, Mr. Wean!' I really do regret this
last week and I regret awfully the way I've behaved too, my sweet wee
wee boy. You know you'll always be Mommy's favorite little wee wee
boy, don't you, big fucker? I hope you do."

"Of course I do, Mommy," Henry answered with a sweet voice as Hilda
and her massive mams faced him in all their boobalicious bouncy
glory, causing him to gently reach and softly squeeze her left knock
with his quivering hand. "And I'm sorry too. You know I think you're
the hottest big-tittied bitch in the whole wide world. Why the hell
else would I have a hole drilled in the bathroom wall where I can
watch you take a shower?"

"Tee hee," Hilda Humper laughed, shutting off the stove and turning
back to her boy, titties a-flailing with her excitement and her
genuine love. "Watch me take a shower! Tee hee hee! That is so sweet,
Henry!"

"Of course. And I love whacking my cock and balls around to that
centerfold of you in Biguns Magazine. You are the centerfold of the
year because you are one fucking hot huge-honkered J cup blonde
bitchin' boobied goddess."

"Oh, Henry, you just wait till dinner is over."

"Fuck dinner," said Henry flatly, glancing lasciviously at his
mother's chest charms, eager to feel them in his hands after such a
seemingly long absence. "I'm hungry, but it's not for roast beef and
mashed potatoes, he he."

"Oh, sweetie," sighed Hilda, reaching down to give Henry a forceful
squeeze of his wee wee through his trousers, a move that caused a
noticeable bulge in the front of his pants. "I've missed you too,
baby. And you too, Mr. Wee Wee. Tee hee hee. Let's promise never to
argue like this again. I hate it when we aren't close, sweetie, and
I'd like to make it up to you."

"Holy fucking shit! Now you're talking!" Henry whooped, reaching out
and squeezing her left breast while rubbing the nipple tenderly with
his thumb. "I sure have missed your.......I mean you, too."

"Oh, baby, shall we go upstairs and make up for lost time?" asked
Hilda in a husky whisper, moving her body and her J cuppers closer to
her boy.

"I thought you'd never fucking ask!" shouted Henry, picking Hilda up
none too gently and slinging her over his shoulder in a fireman's
carry. "Woohoo! Wee wee is gonna have some fun!"

Running up the stairs with Hilda draped over his shoulder, Henry then
kicked the door to his room open and unceremoniously deposited Hilda
on his bed, not wanting to risk lowering her to the floor and hurting
her. He had been miserable the past seven days, and he didn't want to
say or do anything ever again to make Hilda so angry at him. Sitting
on the edge of the bed, Hilda smiled sweetly at her youngest child
while her hand reached for the button at the top of his trousers and
unbuttoned it before lowering his fly.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are," sang Hilda in her
delightfully girlish sing-song voice as she purposefully shook her
wee wee-clenchers at him like an overstacked porn star. "Come out and
play with Momma."

"Oh, wee wee wants to play!" Henry cried out, reaching out with both
hands to fondle and tease his mother's huge fleshy funbags, rubbing
the nipples to firm erections with the thumbs of each hand while
Hilda reached into Henry's boxers, finding the object of her search
at last, wrapping her dainty hand around it and lowering her head to
give a sweet kiss on his spongy pink helmet head.

"Oh, Mr. Wean, I sure have missed you," Hilda cooed, beginning to
move her hand up and down the trunk. "Have you missed Mommy too?"

While Hilda yanked vigorously on Henry's private parts, Henry reached
behind his mother's back and struggled to undo the hooks and eyes
that held the two ends of her bra together, but it was hard to do
since the fabric was stretched almost beyond endurance in its attempt
to restrain his mother's giant jugs. Finally able to get it
unfastened, he pushed it down over her arms and allowed her to take
her hand off his penis just long enough to get the bra off and toss
it out of their way.

"Oh, Mommy, I have missed your big juggies," he sighed, breathing
heavily as his hands roamed freely on her chest, her immense
proportions barely captured completely by even his oversized hands.

With the bra out of the way, and Henry pulling urgently at her
titflesh, Hilda renewed her assault on his friendly weapon. Hilda sat
and Henry stood as he felt the freedom and carnal bliss of the joys
they exchanged through each other's most sizable parts, private
though they were, but neither one of them giving a shit.

"Oh, Mommy, it feels so good!" Henry squealed as she sat in front of
his standing form, his penis stretching twelve inches gloriously and
tinglingly straight as his boobie momma held on to it for dear life
with both hands and felt, stroked and masturbated his manhood to
provide him maximum pleasure after such a long hiatus without the
pleasure she gave.

"Ohhhhhhhhh, big fucker, yesssssssss!" Hilda Hannah Humper cried,
jostling every pound of her triple J womanhood as Henry dove right in
digitally, kneading and needing and gripping, fondling and feeling
every bit of the heaviness that she held and offered just to him on
this wonderful evening.

"You're not fat! You're not fat, boobie Mommy!" Henry Humper moaned
loudly, shaking the walls of the bedroom and feeling the skin of his
cock stretch through her stroking of his wee wee as he manhandled her
motherfucking floundering female boobie bouncers like a madman,
gaping at them and realizing just how immense his mother was before
he looked into her eyes with admiration. "Oh, these big fucking
boobie motherfuckers! Mommy, you're not a bit fat! God dang it,
bitch! You're fucking huge! You're just fucking huge!"


THE END