"Wee Wee Camp: A Humping They Did Go"

Starring well-hung Henry Humper and jumbo-jugged June Humper in a new
amorous adventure involving the parts that matter most.
"Wee Wee Camp: A Humping They Did Go"
Written by Victor C. Nathan and Chantal Lefleur


"Oh, Henry," sighed June Humper, trying to stuff her oversized bosom
balloons back into her bra as she held onto the steering wheel with
the other, easing the car into the gravel parking space behind the
cabin that she and Ward had bought as a vacation property at Lake
Bonaventure a few years ago. "You are still Grandma's big tittie
baby, aren't you, sweetie?"

Bringing the car to a stop, she quickly pulled the two sides of her
blouse together, fastening the buttons as she applied the parking
brake. "Alright, you get the bags, Henry, and I'll get the picnic
lunch I packed. We can put the bags in the cabin and then head down
to the lake for our lunch. Would that be fun?"

Henry did as he was instructed, and the two of them were soon making
their way down the heavily wooded path that led to the lake.

"This is going to be one fucking crazyass weekend," Henry remarked,
walking purposefully slower than his grandmother, who wore a man's
button up shirt that was tied below her mountain tits in a knot, a la
Daisy Duke, and a pair of jeans that were cut off and dubbed "Daisy
Dukes." The short shorts squeezed June's plump fanny, her ghetto
booty that looked like it had been poured into them. Henry couldn't
help but get a little excited as he studied the insanely voluptuous
tittie matriarch, his 60-year-old grandma, June Humper from behind as
she strode femininely, swishing her oversized ass from side to side.
After walking for about five minutes, they exited out of the forest
into bright sunshine that was reflected brightly in the calm,
shimmering surface of the nearly placid lake.

"Oh, just breathe that fresh air, Henry," June sighed, her huge
hooters bobbling and bouncing as she inhaled deeply and then exhaled,
purposefully forceful in order to make her boobs heave saucily
forward. "Isn't the view just spectacular?"

"Oh, it sure is," Henry responded, his eyes never leaving his
grandmother's rather large, round ass and trying to get a good look
at the gorgeous set of knockers that were not currently facing
him. "That caboose of yours is certainly a site for sore eyes."

"Tee hee hee, Henry," June laughed girlishly, handling her
luxuriously large watermelons naughtily. "I meant the lake, silly."

"There's a lake?" Henry laughed, finally raising his eyes from
where they rested on her big bottom and the edges of her naughty
chest humps, and taking in the beauty and serenity of the large, blue
lake that stretched out for miles from the sandy beach they were
quickly approaching.

"Fuck that nature shit," Henry chuckled, feeling a twinge dart
through his semi-hard-on inside his shorts as he took several steps
closer to the busty full-figured vixen that he just happened to be
related to, but finding quickly that his hungry wee wee didn't
discriminate where top-heavy titties and bountiful bottoms were
concerned. "Everything on you is natural too, you ghetto-bootied,
globe-boobied Granny. And I find it much more interesting than the
Natural Geographic nature slide shit. This is motherfucking wee wee
camp; not the Boy Scouts."

"Oh, Henry," June tittered, her back still partially towards him,
titties peeking around her sides and moving, though still partially
trapped by her shirt, while her barely covered plump and perfectly
round ass was swishing back and forth seductively due to her
effective movements at her narrow waist.

"This looks like a good spot to spread out our blanket, Henry," June
announced, pointing to the base of a large weeping willow tree only a
few yards from where they stood as she fiddled with the restricting
shirt that covered her delicious orbs. "The tree will give us enough
shade so that we won't get too hot, or get sunburns. Wow, that water
just looks so inviting."

Reaching up to unbutton the shirt, she pulled it off of her
shoulders, exposing a bikini top that strained to contain her mammoth
mammary mounds, which not only filled the skimpy material but bulged
over the top of it and out the sides, her erect nipples poking
seductively through the thin fabric. As June shucked off her shorts,
Henry's wee wee quickly jumped to attention at the sight of his
curvy and reubenesque grandmother in a thong that left very little to
the imagination.

"Beat you to the lake, Henry," the hot old boob-laden broad
challenged him, shaking her hot stuff.

June smiled inwardly at her grandson's eagerness for her to entertain
his private parts. Henry Humper was always in need of a tug or a
clench, or some other activity that would bring relief to his always
hungry wee wee.

"Henry, sweetie?" June asked him, her own excitement rising slightly
as her two fleshy girls rattled up and down under her itsy bitsy teen
weeny bikini. "Could you set this big old picnic hamper over there
for Grandma? It's pretty heavy."

"Sure thing, you big-tittied wench," Henry retorted playfully, his
ardor increasing with every glance at his grandmother's overstuffed
bikini top. "Hand it to me, could you?"

Releasing her hold on it, June passed it over to Henry, then turned
in the direction of the lake and began to run. "Last one to the lake,
can kiss my double wide ass!" his naughty grandmother shouted over
her shoulder, running as fast as her legs would carry her, Henry, who
had dropped the picnic hamper, now in hot pursuit.

June ran as fast as she knew how, her hair blowing in the wind, her
huge bazooms, barely restrained by her tiny bikini top, were flailing
about wildly, pitching and rolling like a small boat in a North
Atlantic storm. Her round, but firm bottom waggled from side to side
in such a provocative manner that Henry's already slightly erect
pecker grew to its full twelve inches, causing a noticeable bulge in
the front of the swimming trunks he was wearing.

"Oh no you don't, you big-tittied bitch!" the well-hung Henry shouted
out, laughing as June's heavily hanging hooters almost knocked her in
the face as she ran unsteadily along the uneven sand.

"Come on, Henry!" June coaxed, laughing nearly as hard as Henry was,
managing to keep a distance between them, her titan tits flopping and
beating her face as they both headed for the water's edge. "You run
like a girl, Henry! Tee hee hee."

"I'll catch you yet, you hot big-hootered granny!" Henry yelled out,
astonished at how berserk June's big ol' bobbling milkwagons were as
they bobbed one by one and popped out of her tiny little itty bitty
bikini top that only seemed to serve to cover her big spacious
areolas that were pink, puckered and oh so suckable. "Ha ha ha! And
when I do, you are going to get down on your knees and suck my wee
wee till your mouth goes dry! I don't care how much I want to kiss
your wide load ass! Ha ha ha! I'm gonna catch you, Granny!"

"The hell you are!" June Humper giggled like a scampering schoolgirl
as she tossed her superfluous bikini top aside, giving up and freeing
her clapping and slapping knockers, the twin cheeks of her very wide
fanny wiggling and jiggling back and forth and up and down, plump and
beautiful and ready for kisses. "Come on, you slow fucker! You can't
catch me, you slow wee weed fucker! And I'm carrying fifty fucking
pounds around on my motherfucking chest like two fucking sacks of
potatoes, though I've never seen you attack a spud quite like you
glommed on to my old honkers on the drive to get here! I
woooooonnnnnnnnnnnnnn! I beat your ass, Henry!"

"Son of a fucking bitch!" Henry cursed as his gargantuan grandmother,
though 60, though carrying the weight of her whoppers like a colossus
upon her tiny frame, arrived at the edge of the lake as he rushed to
catch up, feeling horny even as he ran and needing her still bounding
gifts as they began to cease their busy jouncing as they settled back
heavily upon her chest, their nipples beginning to sweat just a
little bit as a drop of perspiration ran dreamily down the surface of
her smooth K cup flesh.

Conceding that June was right and he had a promise to live up to,
Henry got down on his knees behind his grandmother, her pleasingly
plump buttcheeks close to his face. Puckering up, he leaned forward
and pressed his lips firmly against the soft, supple and warm flesh
of her ass and gave her a resounding smack that echoed along the
empty beach.

"Oh, Henry, how about my other cheek? You can't neglect the other
side of my big ol' ass," June moaned naughtily, her skimpily thong-
clad ass wagging enticingly before him, her big breasts hanging
beneath her frame like two giant udders on a cow.

Reaching around her, Henry took one of her huge fleshy pillows in
each of his hands, although not able to hold onto all of her, even
with hands as large as his. Giving them a rough squeeze, he puckered
up once more and gave another huge smacker to June's exposed right
buttock cheek.

"Oh, Henry, that feels divine," June sighed, feeling her grandson's
warm breath against her skin and his hands on her jouncing jumbo
juggies, kneading them, squeezing the soft but still firm flesh and
pulling down on them as though he were a farm hand milking Bossy the
bovine. "Give Nana a few more smooches, sweetie, please?"

"Nah," snapped Henry, cruelly letting go and pulling away from her
fanny and releasing his vice grip on her aging udders. "I fulfilled
my part of the bargain."

"Henry Herman Humper!" June said sharply, in a very annoyed tone of
voice, smacking him lightly on the shoulder, causing her left whopper
to quiver once again. "All of these times that I've played with your
pecker and now you're saying `no' to me?"

"That's right, Mrs. Humper," Henry retorted sarcastically, standing
and wantonly fondling each of her jutting juggers in turn, yanking
their nipples, and then slapping her hard upon her cushiony soft, but
very firm ass. "But it's different with my big fucking cock. This
fucker needs to come and it needs to come a lot. I'm hungry in my
wee wee and I got a set of balls that are full of a lot of sticky
baby batter. Your old ass is not in need of kisses, but my fucking
pee pee pole needs to squirt, bitch. You know that shit. Plus, think
of some of the fun my hard-on has given you, Granny. Tickle, tickle,
tickle."

"You smartass little fuck!" June said with a chuckle, leaning towards
her grandson, tits first as the tips of her tawdry trollopy twin
puppies grazed against his body, feeling sharp. "Oh, Henry. You used
to be such a sweet, giving boy, and now
you're.......you're.......well.......a selfish MAN! Ugh, is your big
fucker all you ever think about? I mean, what about me?"

"I'm just joking, Nana," said Henry, giving his grandmother a playful
whack on the ass and then honking both of her hulking hooters before
turning towards the water and wading in.

"Holy shit, this water is cold," Henry gasped, quickly diving below
the surface to get wet all at once, rather than by degrees as his
amorous and stacked grandma slowly moved to the water. "Come on, Mrs.
Humper! Don't be a fucking chicken! I mean, you could use those
titties like fucking water wings and float around the fucking lake!
Ha ha!"

Not to be outdone by her young grandson, June stepped into the lake,
cringing as the cold water reduced the temperature of her feet and
lower legs by several degrees, so cold that it made her nipples and
areola pucker and harden, despite the fact that she and Henry were
not in contact with each other physically.

"Watch out for shrinkage, Henry! Tee hee hee! Shrinkage can be a
bitch! That big fucker could turn into a turtle and go into its
shell, baby!" June warned, the nipples on her giant sacks of tittie
looking like prunes by this point, the water feeling almost
excruciatingly chilly to her full-fleshed body, her boobies and her
fine old fanny.

"Come here, Granny!" Henry called to his busty grandparent, his eyes
locked on the two expansive bulges on her beautiful six-decade-old
body. "I want to suck your titties again, like I did in the car! I've
never sucked those honkers of yours in the water, unless of course
you count the time you gave me a bath and scrubbed my wee wee all
clean with bubble bath! I wanna suck those fuckers again! Bring those
wrinkly nips here! I'd rather kiss them than your big wide ass
anyway! Ha ha!"

"Sorry, Henry, no can do," replied June, much to Henry's chagrin as
she hauled her semi-nude full-figured voluptuous form out of the icy
water, her tank-sized titties happily leading the way. "I don't know
about you, but I'm fucking cold and I'm hungry on top of it. You can
suck your Nana's big fucking titties later if you want, Henry, but
I'm getting out of the water and starting the picnic. I'm about
fucking hungry enough to gnaw off an arm, tee hee."

Somewhat reluctantly, Henry agreed and the two of them walked arm in
arm up the beach and back to where they had earlier spread their
picnic blanket. June, still wearing only a thong, aroused Henry's
libido as her every step made her enormously fleshy funbags sway
hither and fro, and her broad hips and ass sashayed lasciviously,
certainly sufficient to drive any red-blooded American boy wild with
longing. Finally reaching the tree where their blanket was spread
out, June grabbed a towel and handed it to Henry to dry himself off.

"Let me check something, Henry," the jiggly-jugged June said, shoving
her saucily sauntering set against his body, flattening her flesh,
her heavy headlights against his bare stomach and then grabbing the
elastic band of his swim trunks and pulling forward until she had a
clear view down the front of his shorts. "Well, would you look at
that! Oh, Henry, there's no shrinkage at all! Now that is some
fucking impressive fucking shit! Look at Mr. Wee Wee! He is still as
fucking long as he always is when he's not fully aroused, though
he is so seldom unaroused that I forget what his softened state looks
like! My goodness, your big strong soldier is so beautifully big! And
people actually fucking wonder why I like to play with your fucking
Mr. Wee Wee so fucking often! Shame on them for not fucking
understanding!"

"Granny, sometimes it seems like you're almost obsessed with my big
fucker," Henry laughed, grinning widely, actually looking at her eyes
instead of her breasts for the first time that day. "I mean, you
tugged him twice before we even had breakfast this morning, and then
you let me stick him between your breasts while we were getting ready
to leave. I mean, he's never had this much fucking attention even at
home, and I thought my Mom was obsessed. She can't hold a
motherfucking candle to you, Big Tits."

"Oh, baby," June crooned, slipping her hand down inside Henry's
shorts, oblivious to the fact that she was still standing there, her
mountains protruding, her body mostly naked and dripping wet. "He is
an adorable big fucker, tee hee. I just can't seem to keep my hands
off of him. It's almost like he calls to me, you know?"

June slid her hand easily between Henry's taut abdomen and the fabric
of his shorts, finally reaching out and touching the object of her
search.

"Ohhhhhhh, now I've got you, poopsie," June cooed huskily and
seductively, forcing her big boobs still harder against his stomach
as she gave her grandson intense eye contact, her little hand closing
firmly around his oversized shaft, feeling the slightly veiny surface
of the massive member that she loved so much. "Oooooooo, baby, you're
getting so fucking big and hard and wonderfully long and thick.
Sweetie, I love your wee wee so much, I just can't leave it alone. I
just want to rub it and suck on it and hump it and all that good
shit."

"Ohhhh, Granny, I don't want you to leave it alone. Ohhhhhhhhhh, I
want you to make it feel good, Granny. Ohhhhh, wee wee's hungry,
Granny. Ohhhhh, wee wee needs to squirt so bad, I'll bet you can
taste it. Ha ha ha. I do love you, Mrs. Humper, you naughty married
huge-honkered broad. And your big tits too."

Henry pulled back from June slightly, then leaning forward, pushed
his face into the huge canyon that separated her twin assets.

"Oh, Grandma Big Tits," Henry Humper sighed, pushing his face against
her two twin boobies. "I could suffocate in here and die a happy man."

As Henry buried his face within her cleavage, June stroked his wee
wee until it was standing at its full twelve inch length and
approximate four inch girth.

"Ohhhhhh, that feels so good to my wee wee!" Henry cried out, his
breath tickly against his grandmother's skin, a tickle that she felt
intensely throughout her body, and especially in the very depth of
her pussy.

The naughty and extremely stacked as shit grandparent shook her
shoulders, laughing as her twin titans softly boxed her grandson's
ears. June gratuitously stroked his still expanding cock feverishly
now, needing to satiate his penile hunger in order that they could
then turn their attention to the picnic lunch she had prepared.

"Granny, just pull my fucking shorts off!" Henry half screamed, half
screeched, his voice muffled mainly because his moving lips were
mashed into the insanely deep epicenter of June's crazy cleavage,
her wafting knockers nearly wrapped around his head as she lovingly
pulled, stroked and stimulated his now fiercely erect penis until the
sensations derived from her loving stimulation began to violently
tickle inside of his rock hard stalk. "Oh, Granny, I fucking need, I
fucking need, I fucking need, I fucking need! Oh, fuck, do I ever
fucking need! Wee wee fucking needs!"

"I know you do, sweet cock," June told him, still shaking her
shoulders and smacking his ears with her juggers as she grabbed the
band of his swim trunks with both hands, releasing his weanie for the
merest moment, and then forcing his shorts down his legs and off onto
the ground. "Now we've got your fucker free!"

Juggly-jugged June Humper was by this point both hungry for lunch and
hungry for Henry's wee wee at the same time.

"I guess I'm not going to get to eat if we don't take care of your
needy wee wee, Henry," June chuckled, her stomach rumbling, having
not had any sustenance since breakfast earlier in the day, but never
stopping her smacking of Henry's ears with her pliable puppies.

Finally pulling away from Henry, his face suddenly popping out from
between her glorious golden globes, June dropped to her knees and
opened her mouth, using her tongue to lap languorously at the shiny
red knob of his rigid staff.

"Ohhh, Granny, that feels so heavenly to my big fucker! Oh, fellate
the fuck out of me, Nana!" Henry screamed loudly, reaching down to
tweak her nipples and roll them around between the thumb and
forefingers of each of his hands, savoring her ample assets as his
wee wee throbbed. "Suck it, Granny! Fucking suck it!"

June did as she was urged, opening her ruby red mouth and taking in
the head of his penis, sucking hungrily on it while using her tongue
to tease and torment him as she brushed her two hilly hovering humps
of honking hooter against his bare legs.

"Oh, suck the fuck out of my motherfucking wee wee! Give me a big
fucking sloppy fucking wee wee fucking wash! Oh, Granny, I want you
to fucking suck the shit out of me!"

"Mmmphhhhh! Mmmmppphhhhh!" June grunted through her extremely
obstructed mouth, her thick DSLs stretched wide around the girth of
Henry's hard dick, her liberated whopping whompers, her wobbling
hooters jiggling and juggling up and down as her bleached blonde head
slid to and fro upon the length of his stalk, her saliva coating
every inch of his massive manhood.

Henry grunted with the intensity of the inflicted pleasure that felt
so good it hurt, jamming his whopping weanie in and out of June's
willing and giving face as he squeezed her honkers so forcefully that
he was sure that he had to be hurting his grandmother's orbular
assets, roughly fondling and pawing her abundant pounds of flesh as
she sucked his pee wee so loudly now that he was quite happy that the
area around the lake was deserted at the moment. His hands were on
her huge, hefty hilltops, roaming their expanse freely with the
occasional attention paid to her oversensitive nipples. It was enough
to drive June nearly wild and spur her dick-sucking on, despite that
fact that her feelings of physical hunger for the meal they were
delaying with their sexual frolic were growing more intense by the
minute. Anxious for Henry to finish up, she pulled out all the tricks
in her proverbial oral bag, using her teeth to softly scrape the
length of his shaft, pulling away from him to pay special attention
to the ultra sensitive spot on the underside of his phallus just
below the head. June poked it with the very tip of her tongue, then
used the full force of her skillful tongue on it until Henry was
bucking, thrusting forward and back, into and out of her mouth,
grunting heavily as he did so, his breath coming in gasps as her milk-
makers squashed flatly against his legs, nubile titflesh oozing
beautifully in all directions. Her stomach growling audibly now and
her whopping set of bosoms tired from the altruistic mauling, June
pulled out all the stops and stuck the end of her tongue into
Henry's urethral orifice, something that Henry's sister, Harriet had
once dubbed "a wiggler", driving him past the point of no return.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Henry squealed like a tittie baby, feeling the hot
sticky semen easing up through the tube of his trouser snake,
spilling forth from the end of his wee wee warrior head in staccato
bursts, jetting into his grandmother's oral cavity and flowing down
her throat.

Suddenly, pulling her head backwards and away from his wee wee, June
giggled and pointed the head of Henry's firehose-nozzled pecker at
her huge flesh balloons, squealing with childlike delight as the
warm, slightly sticky substance sprayed all over their white expanse,
covering them, drops of baby batter clinging to her nipples for a
second before running down her torso.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Henry grunted, semen jumping in long ropes from the
massive apple-sized head of his extremely engorged wee wee, pumping
from his urethra and spitting again and again onto the naked and
gloriously bouncing bowling ball bazooms of Grandma June, who giggled
and tittered, shifting her shoulders only slightly to set her big
boobies bounding and jiggling and wiggling and hopping like
hyperactive kangaroos, their outlandlish heaviness giving them
momentum as shot after shot of wee wee juice doused her heated hood
ornaments, raining onto them with horny glee as Henry's endless
explosion literally drenched her K cuppered weighty old honkers that,
despite their age, Henry still loved to hump on lazy afternoons.

"Hee hee hee, Henry! Oh, spit that sticky shit all over my granny
globes! Hee hee, Mr. Wee Wee! Oooooooo, baby, I can't fucking believe
how much you had built up! No wonder that soldier of yours was
driving you so crazy! I can't keep assuming that making you come four
or five times before we leave the house will make your wee wee go
down! I haven't seen this many fucking hard-ons and ejaculations
since the old guy next door went on a Viagra binge and fucked me all
weekend when Ward was out of town!"

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhh! I've never squirted so much jizz in my
entire fucking life, or at least since last night when we had a
slumber party, Grandma! That shit is spitting out of my big fucking
pee wee head like a motherfucking fire extinguisher! Ha ha! Your
boobies are drenched!"

"Oh, gosh, Henry," June laughed shamelessly, looking down to see that
she was indeed drenched with ropes of semen strung between her big
tittie pillows, some of it forming a dainty pearl necklace around her
throat and the rest lying in small pools on her thighs, having
dripped there from her naked torso. "It's a good thing that I
prepared for this eventuality, tee hee, and brought a container of
baby wet wipes. You shot way too much of the sticky shit on me for me
to lick it all off. That would take all fucking day. Here, wipe your
wee wee off, sweetums. I'm starving and need to get my other appetite
sated."

Tossing Henry a handful of the wet wipes, June pulled out some for
her own use and dabbed at her glistening skin, wiping up her throat
first before working her way down to her still shaking boobies,
cleaning meticulously. Putting the wipes away at last, she noticed
that there was still a small amount of ejaculate clinging
precariously to her left nipple, so without missing a beat, she
scooped it up with her right forefinger, bringing it to her mouth and
licking at it with her tongue.

"Mmmmmmmmm, not bad," Granny June murmured, winking at her grandbaby
and then tweaking the flesh of her exposed woman wiggle. "It doesn't
even need any salt."

"Your wee wee juice is very yummy, Henry," June Humper told her well-
hung grandson with a naughty grin as she pinched her left nipple,
pulling outward on the skin of the finally unbouncing bazoom, dabbing
at its stretchy beauty and lush skin that probably weighed close to
25 pounds alone and was capable of knocking someone cold with its
tonnage. "I may get another sample of it later, if your balls top up
a little after lunch. How would you like that? Need I ask, you horse-
cocked fucker? Clean your wee wee off, Henry, so we can have lunch.
Tee hee. Though I'm not as fucking hungry as I was. Gosh, I love the
young cocks, and I don't give a shit who they're attached to. Mmmmmm,
so yummy, Henry."

"Glad you liked it, Nana," Henry smiled back at her, sneaking a peek
at her puckered mams yet again, gaping at her newly clean titties as
he wiped his leaking urethra clean. "Cause there's plenty fucking
more where that shit came from, believe me."

"Well, I don't know about you, Henry," said June, wiping her hands
and dabbing at the corners of her sticky mouth with the wet wipe
before turning her attention to the picnic hamper that they had
brought with them to the lake, trying to avoid setting her titties a-
tumbling again so that Henry would finally sit down and eat his
lunch. "But I am really looking forward to this lunch I packed. What
would you like, sweetie? I have hot dogs, ham, cheese, bread,
pickles, some of my famous chocolate chip cookies.....oh, and I have
some lemonade and a thermos of cold milk. I was thinking that I might
have a hot dog, but now I'm not sure. I think I may have had enough
weiner for one morning, tee hee."

"Holy fucking shit!" replied Henry, as he finished wiping off his
penis and tossed the used wipe into the trash bag. "It looks like you
brought enough food to feed a fucking army, Grandma."

"Oh, Henry," sighed June, her mammoth mammaries shaking salaciously
as she leaned over the hamper once more. "I figured we might be
working up quite an appetite, tee hee, so I made sure to bring lots."

"I've got a real big appetite, and it's not just for sandwiches and
shit either," Henry laughed knowingly, drying himself off a little,
but never bothering to put his shorts back on as he sat down, now
totally naked, still gazing admirably at his grandma's nearly naked
body that still looked extremely beautiful despite its sixty years
and many decades of fucking, of giving her beachball juggers to
countless wee wees to fuck and her overdone pussy to countless men
who had greedily boned her horny slot ferociously. "I think I'll
have a.....uhhh......sandwich."

"Henry, you don't need to put your wee wee in my cleavage right now,
baby. I'm hungry for some food, sweetums. Oh, you meant a sandwich as
in two pieces of bread. Tee hee. My mind is always in the gutter,
which is really a pretty fun place to be."

"What's it going to be, baby?" June asked again, digging out all the
food and condiments from the hamper, as well as a couple of paper
plates and some cutlery, her matriarch knocks slapping fleshily
together as she moved. "What do you want?"

"Gee, it all looks so good, Nana," responded Henry, looking at his
grandmother's still shapely figure and feeling his wee wee quiver
slightly at the thought of being between her gigantic globes again,
like his cock had been earlier in the day. "Oh, you mean food? Sorry,
Grandma, I got sidetracked again. Shit, I just can't keep my eyes off
those big fucking titties of yours. I don't know which fucking
appetite to satisfy first."

"Oh, baby," June cooed, sneaking a surreptitious peek at the
magnificent specimen that rested, only slightly tumescent, against
his left thigh. "Eat now, play later, tee hee. Waiting for later can
be so haaaarrrrddddd though, Henry. It's so cute to see that thing
between your legs getting a sneaky erection and growing on grandma.
But after lunch, it's going to be visiting a very special place. Of
course, it will be a revisit. Tee hee. But we've got to get your
tummy full before you can get your wee wee emptied again."

"Okay, okay, Granny," Henry agreed at last, sparing another look at
the watermelons she carried that were not a part of the lunch she had
packed, at least not in the general understanding of a meal, their
glory making his prick erect yet again and causing it to rigidly
stand from between his legs, its big head hungrier even than the
bigger one he was preparing to feed. June sat right beside the hamper
of food, her jutting shelf of a bustline almost in the way.

"Henry, dear," June said seriously, still removing things from the
hamper and placing them on the blanket in their respective containers
as her bust still swiveled upon her weighed down chest area. "What is
it going to be, sweetie? Tell me what you want to eat. And I mean
food, Henry!"

"Okay, okay," Henry muttered, thinking his libido needed feeding more
than his hunger, but realizing that he wasn't going to get any more
wee wee camp thrills, meaning titties and ass, until after the two of
them had eaten. "I guess I'll go for a ham and cheese sandwich, but
where can I make it? I saw an ant or two on the blanket, and I don't
want any extra protein in my fucking sandwich."

"Hmmmm," thought June, wishing she had brought some sort of cutting
board on which to prepare the meal. "I've got it! How would it be if
I laid back on the blanket and you made the sandwich on my big
motherfucking boobies?"

"That's a great idea, Granny!" Henry exclaimed, beaming widely at the
tittie queen of the Humper family, his penis straight and solidified
between his legs as he almost burnt holes into his Nana's swaying and
nippled sweat glands with his eyes. "I mean, you are the most useful
when you are on your back, you big-tittied goddess. With your big ol'
honkers up in the air like two fucking mountainous snow caps."

"You got that fucking right. Gee, Henry, and it looks like Mr. Wean
is kind of partial to the idea too. Fuck a fucking duck, I don't
know how you stay hard so often. Grab some bread and cold cuts and
cheese and I'll lie down on the other side of the blanket where we can
have some room. You never thought you'd use your granny's old hooters
for a fucking picnic table, did ya, Henry?"

"I just love this shit," laughed Henry, grabbing the foods he needed
and some condiments to set atop her medicine balls of flesh. "I can't
wait to write my first letter home from camp. Mom will think this is
fucking hilarious!"

Once June was in the required position, tits pointed to the blue sky,
Henry grabbed two slices of whole wheat bread, placing one on each of
June's heavenly heaving bosoms, then topped one with several slices
of ham, the other with a few thin slices of Swiss cheese.

"Doesn't that ham look great, Henry?" June opined, laughing girlishly
and watching the two slices of bread jiggle precariously on their
nippled perches as she shifted her weight to cause her two "tables"
to swing back and forth. "There's nothing like a good thick slab of
meat, I always say, tee hee."

"Hold fucking still!" Henry ordered, reaching out to stop half of the
sandwich from bouncing right off by pressing a firm hand down onto
each of her towers of tittie. "If this shit falls onto the blanket,
it'll be wasted."

"Fucking motherfucking fuckers in fucking wee wee fucking camp, your
fucking titties are fucking big! Okay, there it is. A nice delicious
sandwich. Holy fucking shit!" Henry cried out in ebullient admiration
of the two twin hills, the Humper duo, the two mountains jutting up
from the body of this busty blonde goddess of oversexed
splendor. "Now all I have to do is bring the two sides of it
together. Oh, fuck, I get to squeeze your fucking bosom buddies,
Nana!"

"Yes, baby, you sure do. You think you could throw another 'fuck' in
there? I fucking figure you probably fucking could. Now, King Cock,
put that fucking sandwich together. Use your ol' Granny like a 50
pound-puppied picnic table, good fucker! I mean, I think your wee wee
looks ready. That motherfucker looks hard enough to swing from."

Placing his hands on either side of June's prodigious chest charms,
Henry pushed them together, slapping them forcefully enough to join
the bread with the ham on it to the slice of bread upon which rested
the cheese.

"Holy fucking shit, that motherfucking rocks!" Henry laughed,
smacking her bazooms hard together until the loud `clap' echoed
across the lake. "I wish Mom would let me make my sandwiches this way
at home. Do you think she'd let me if I asked her nice, Grandma? I
think I'll tell her what fucking fun I had. She hardly ever says `no'
to me if I ask her nicely, especially if it has something to do with
my big fucker or her big suckers. Speaking of suckers, it looks like
I got a little bit of mustard on your left nipple, Nana."

Leaning forward, Henry opened his mouth, capturing June's pert, pink
nipple with it and drawing it into his mouth, sucking hungrily,
ostensibly to remove the offending mustard, but the knowing glance
that passed between the two of them spoke of something more.

"Mmmmmppphhhhhh!" Henry muffled, stretching his mouth open as wide as
he could to take in as much of the skin of her left milker as he
possibly could, feeling a tiny drop of pre-cum dribble from his
stimulated pee wee and onto June's leg, so excited was he by her
prodigious puppies.

He often wondered why none of June's children, the ones she had
breastfed, had stretch marks around their mouths. Her flesh mounds
were wondrous wonders of nature, more vast, with more gravitas, girth
and gargantuaness than any set Henry had ever sucked or fucked. He
had simply forgotten about his sandwich for the moment and had made a
feast out of his grandma June's bra-breakers instead, feeling
grateful when he felt a warm hand close around the mushroom crown of
his cock, almost in a comforting fashion.

"Your big weiner makes me fucking hungrier than ever," June moaned,
letting go of Henry's male appendage reluctantly and beginning to
attempt to pull her raucous rack out of his reach, her growling
stomach taking precedence over the hunger in her pussy for once.

"That's enough fucking nursing, you big tittie baby," June told
Henry, enjoying the sensation inside her boob, but wanting to get
this meal underway at last. "Eat your sandwich, and Granny will pour
you a nice glass of milk to go with it, okay, sweetums?"

Henry eased his head back, releasing his grandmother's puckered pink
nipple and areola with an audible popping noise, turning his
attention finally to the sandwich he had just prepared.

"I think I'm going to have a hot dog, Henry," June informed him,
reaching past her overbearing set and into the hamper for a weiner
she had boiled previously, and a bun to wrap around it.

Henry devoured his sandwich like a starving man, anxious to rush
through the superfluous meal in order to reach the main course of
some huge fucking titties and most likely a good session of humping
when his wee wee visited what June called "the special place."

"Mmmmmmm, this is some good shit, Grandma," Henry complimented her as
he looked at her chest trophies yet again and softly ran a finger
down the underside of his pulsating stalk, wanting every inch of her
titties, every pound of her flesh, every ounce of her feminine glands
to enjoy, feeling by now a needful tickle deep within his crudely
naked and erect sex organ.

June devoured her weiner, some more mustard dripping past her jugs
and onto her trim stomach and then down inside her thong bikini
shorts.

"I'll get that!" Henry burst out, reaching down to her swimsuit area
anxiously, ignoring her awesomely stacked upper body, now hoping to
cop a feel of her more intimate parts.

"Oh no you won't, Henry Herman Humper!" June exclaimed, slapping
Henry's hand away from her most private of body parts. "I want to get
my meal eaten and if I let you stick your hand down there, only God
knows how long we'll be. I was hoping to take a bit of a nap this
afternoon, so you just keep your boobie-loving, nub-grabbing hands
off of me until we have finished eating, okay?"

"Okay, Nana," Henry sighed, sadly, feeling rebuked and rejected, but
still wanting her bouncing boobies and her nubby wubby. "I was only
trying to help."

"Stop sulking and eat your sandwich," June laughed, shaking her head
for emphasis, as her big bosom buddies shook accordingly, a sight
that caused Henry's rigid pecker to leap up hopefully in his lap,
standing tall at such an angle that it could almost be classified as
a north pointer.

"Eat your fucking sandwich, you silly boobie boy," Henry's
grandmother ordered, rubbing one of her pert areolas only to torment
Henry even more, watching as a spasm leaped through his cock and
balls. "Tee hee hee. Eat now, play later, biiiiiiggggg fucker."

"You mean......?" Henry inquired hopefully, not even having to voice
his desires for her body, even parts that did not include her oh so
bosomy udder-like teatsies, her boobie charms.

"I guess we'll see, sweetums," June replied, winking knowingly at her
favorite boy as she only faintly wobbled her bobbling whoppers at
him. "Special, special, special. Mmmmhmmm."

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh, shit, Granny. Am I dreaming? I must be fucking
dreaming. How could one wee wee ever be so fortunate? And my wee wee
sure is hungry too. It's starving. I love you, Nana."

"I love you too, my big-dicked, big boobie-loving tittie boy," June
said, smiling warmly, almost platonically at her daughter's youngest
child. "Have a few of these chocolate chip cookies that I baked for
you, then we'll pack up and go back to the cabin for a bit of a nap.
I'm pretty fucking tired, what with all the excitement of your visit
and all."

"I love your cookies, Nana," Henry told her earnestly, needing and
wanting her body at this moment and the overendowed cans it
contained. "Remember the effect that they have on my pecker? Nap, my
ass. I'll use my magic wand to pin that oversized jumbo-cheeked ass
of yours to the fucking mattress, sweetheart."

"Oh, Henry, you are such a dear sweet boy, you really are. Now finish
up and then we'll pack all of this shit up and head back. Did you
have enough to eat? Here's a little more milk, and I want you to
finish every drop. With all the fucking body fluids you're excreting,
I don't want to risk you getting all dehydrated."

"Mmmmmm, good!" Henry yelled joyously, gulping down the milk with
almost as much enthusiasm as he normally had when he sucked his
grandma's tits, his member hungrier than ever for fuck. "Well, let's
pack up and head back to the cabin for a `nappie.' I sure am
fucking `tired', Granny."

"Yeah, I'm sure you are, Henry," June chuckled under her breath,
wobbling her set of teats at him once again for emphasis. "You want
another glass of milk or have you drank enough to keep your love gun
a-firing? Tee hee. Those cookies make your fuckstick stay permanently
erect. It's like rigor mortis sets in, but you're fucking still
alive. Tee hee."

"Hurry up and get that fucking basket packed up, bitch," Henry
snapped with a laugh as he slapped his bosomy blonde bombshell granny
on the fanny with an open-handed slap that resounded. "I hear the
cabin calling me."

Ten minutes later, June unlocked the cabin door and held it open so
that Henry could pass through it first, since he was carrying both
the blanket and the picnic hamper and had no free hand to spare.

"Gosh, I'm tired," sighed June, running her hand through her blonde
mane and wiping some perspiration from her brow and then from each of
her mammary glands with a paper towel. "I'm going to take that nap,
Henry. Do you want to join me?"

Walking to the bedroom, which was to the left of the living room in
which they stood, Henry once more let his eyes lower to his
grandmother's bountiful buttocks, which swished from side to side so
seductively that Henry's penis responded as it always did at such a
sight, stretching out to its full twelve inches and a very
respectable girth. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, June sighed
again, and lay back against the antique quilt that covered the bed,
her happy honker duo pointing towards the ceiling.

"Do you want to be on the top or the bottom, Henry?" his grandly
gazonaged granny asked him, slipping casually out of the only article
of clothing she was wearing, the bottom half of her thong bikini.

"What do you mean? Top or bottom? There aren't any bunk beds. This is
a double bed," Henry replied slowly, studying the nude 60-year-old
who was now without any clothing, her boobies rising up like two
sacrosanct sacks that embodied bliss for Henry and his wee wee.

"Exactly, Henry," June Humper cooed seductively, massaging each of
her knockers in turn until Henry was almost whimpering as he gripped
his whopping weanie that was stretched into a monstrously enormous
hard-on, pointing straight out in front of his own naked body.

"Oh, shit, yes, Big Tits! My wee wee's hungry for fuck! Oh, fuck,
it's ravenous right now!"

"Oh, I can tell, big fucker! Things being as they are, all I can say
is `ALL ABOARD!'"

"Holy fucking shit! Wee wee wants to go to the `special place', Jumbo
Jugs! Special, special!"

Fifteen minutes later........

"Oh, Jumbo Jugs!" cried Henry, his buttocks rising and falling
between his naughty and voluptuous grandmother's splayed thighs,
plumbing her depths, her legs raised and apart, resting on his
shoulders, her feet pointing towards the log ceiling, her tawdry set
of titties smacking into each other as they flopped. "Oh, it feels so
good inside you!"

"Chugga chugga chugga chugga chugga!" June squealed, her childlike
laughter echoing through the sparsely furnished cabin as Henry fed
the tittie goddess his wee wee. "Drive that train into the tunnel,
baby! Chugga chugga! Whooo whooo!"

"Uh! Uh! Uh!" Henry grunted, slowing just a bit but still bucking at
the waist, thrusting his wee wee between June's legs, sliding his
steel-hard penis in and out from between her fleshy thighs, her buxom
breasts bounding with every plunge his wee wee made. "Ohhhhhh, shit,
it feels good! Uh! Uh! Oh, I love to hump! A-humpa, humpa, humpa,
humpa! Ha ha!"

"A-fucka, fucka, fucka! Tee hee hee! Ohhhhhh, shit, Henry! Work it,
big boy!" June screeched, moving her own waist up and down to meet
his skillful thrusts, her titties pitching violently in the midst of
the chaos of their mattress activities. "Hump your favorite Humper!
Hump that Humper! Hump that Humper, you crazy fucker!"

"You are definitely my favorite Humper to hump! Uh! Uh! Oh! Oh! Oh!
Actually, I think you are the only one! Wee wee camp fucking kicks
ass!"

"I'm going to kick your ever loving ass if you don't keep humping!
Don't you fucking dare slow down! Hump me hard with your wee wee,
Henry!" cried June, her breasts flailing wildly, pitching back and
forth violently on her chest, occasionally pinned between their two
melding bodies, flattened against Henry's masculine chest like the
cartilage between two bones. "A humping we will go, a humping we will
go, high ho the derry oh, a humping we will go!"

"You sure are one naughty big-tittied whore, Grandma," Henry
whispered in her ear as he continued to thrust into June's warm, wet
and very special place, both hands clasping her boobsie twins for
some leverage and support as he drove his organ purposefully into her
experienced honeypot. "I mean, holy fucking shit. You could cure
anybody of fucking cabin fever."


THE END