"Momma"

Starring Chuck Dicker and introducing staid but stacked Sandra Dicker in:
"Momma"
Written by Victor C. Nathan and Chantal Lefleur with additional ideas
contributed by Dr. Mojo
Edited by Victor C. Nathan


One bright and sunny summer afternoon at the Dicker household……….

"Ohhh, man, my wee wee just won't go down!" Chuck Dicker complained, looking
down at the seven-inch erection straining against his khaki pants as he patted
his protruding groin. "Fuck, I think I need some help with this shit, and
Harriet has cheerleader practice all day, that is if she isn't fucking Henry or
some other wee wee bigger than mine. Nah, I don't think she would do that shit
to me. Momma!" Chuck called out for his G-cupped big-boobied mother Sandra who
was at home at the moment. Chuck's father, the philandering Richard was out of
town for the weekend and probably chasing tits and ass to boot. The young Dicker
strode down the hallway, a frustrated look on his visage as he pawed childishly
at the lump in his trousers.

"What is it, Chuckie?" the 40-year-old Sandra answered in a pleasant girlish
voice from her bedroom. His mother currently wore a light grey cable-knit
sweater that contained a high V-neck which didn't show much in the way of
cleavage. It was a conservative sweater, but it was very tight and made her
oversized boobs stick way out, squeezing hard against the stretching fabric. She
sported a very large brassiere beneath it. Sandra wore a string of pearls around
her neck and her lower body was covered by a pair of light khaki slacks that
accented her round and fulsome ass as she bent to dust the drawers on the front
of her dresser. Her gorgeous brunette hair hung nearly to her shoulders and was
styled as conservatively as her sartorial selections. June Cleaver would have
been fucking proud.

"Momma, the front of my pants are getting so uncomfortable!" Chuck yelled back,
opening the door to her room where the busty Sandra was now busily dusting the
night table. "Ohhhhh, my wee wee is up again and it won't go down! It smarts,
Momma!"

"Chuckie, what do you want Momma to do about, it sweetie?" Sandra asked,
momentarily putting down the dust cloth and readjusting her boobies inside the
cups of her bra. The fabric of her grey sweater was thin and stretched enough to
show a hint of the texture that adorned the bra underneath, which today was a
full-coverage white lace number, with a thick padded underwire cup covered at
the bottom by a simple but still sexy floral lace pattern that gave way to a few
inches of sheer fabric on the upper slope of the garment just above the nipple.
The straps, while tapered, were still nearly twice as thick as most bras. The
substantial weight of the Dicker matriarch's mammaries necessitated some sturdy
clothes engineering to give her adequate support. Sandra was too conservative to
have the kind of obscene, stripper-level lingerie collection that the Humper
women packed away in their dressers, but she still liked to buy chest supports
that had a classic touch of girly daintiness that made her feel sexy even as she
did housework. "I'm really pretty busy as you can see, Chuck. I need to get my
chores done before I have to go shopping later."

"But Momma," Chuck whined, rubbing the crotch of his pants vigorously with the
heel of his hand as he stared hornily at her sweaterly plumpers. "It won't
fucking go down and there's no one else available to help me!"

"Charles H. Dicker," his mother said sternly, giving her son 'the look.' "Don't
you be using that kind of language around me, young man. It may be alright in
the Humper household, but it's not alright here. Do you hear me?"

"Yes, sorry, Momma. I hear you," Chuck responded, starting to feel a little
desperate, her titties looking so hot inside her sweater and her snazzy
underwire bra accenting them so perfectly that all he wanted to do was play with
her plump protrusions like a giddy schoolboy pervert. "But I really need you to
do something about my hard-on. Really, really bad, Momma."

"Chuck, I understand that you feel an urgency about getting your sexual needs
met," Sandra Dicker said softly as she grabbed her large honkers and lifted them
up with the palms of both hands before adjusting her extra thick straps. "But my
back is killing me from hefting these big breasts of mine around all morning and
I have chores to do. I can't just drop everything because you have needs."

"But Momma, I'm so fucking horny I can hardly stand it," Chuck said, beginning
to whine like a small child as he now wantonly stroked the crude lump inflating
the front of his pants while gaping at her melon-like protrusions. "Please,
Momma? Please? I'll even help with some of the chores if you take care of it.
Please?"

"Chuck, I asked you not to use such filthy language around me," Sandra said
sternly, releasing hold of her motherly knockers and her boulder-holder. "I know
that the Humpers use all kinds of nasty words and all kinds of silly baby talk,
but I won't have it in my house. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Momma," Chuck said contritely, his eyes lowering to the floor ashamedly,
the first time he had taken his gaze from her honkers. "But could you take care
of my erection? Please? Pretty please? I'm begging here, Momma. I really need it
taken care of."

"Oh, Chuck, you spoiled boy," Sandra tried to scowl as she touched her large
breasts, but a sunny smile shined through her feigned aggravation. "I suppose I
could take a little teeny break from chores, but not too long of a break, mind
you."

"Oh, gee thanks, Momma!" Chuck burst out, feeling the need inside his cock and
balls continue to grow, a desire as big as her boobies and just as
uncontrollable. "It won't take that long and I promise to help you with all the
laundry afterwards."

"Okay, sweetie," Sandra told him sweetly, her heaving bazoom balloons moving
just a smidgen. "I'm going to hold you to that, but if we're going to do this,
we might as well do it right. Help me get this sweater off."

"Sure, Momma," the young man eagerly acquiesced as they both reached for the
bottom of the grey V-neck sweater and began to ease it up over her big boobs and
beautiful head of brown chestnut hair. Sandra then neatly folded the cable-knit
and placed it on the night table carefully so as not to stretch or wrinkle it
too terribly. This was followed by her pearl necklace, one of the few in Chuck's
world that was not made of semen. She laid it carefully beside her top. "Now
Chuckie, if you could be a dear and help me get this big bra off too."

Around two minutes later……….

"Oh my goodness, Chuck, that feels really great!" Sandra Dicker cried out loud
as her son knelt between her splayed knees and pushed his penis inside her until
his bloated nutsack was brushing softly against her rounded buttocks, her
G-sized tear-shaped danglers now free of her underwire as they hung above her
nearly flat stomach. "Ohhhhhh, yesssssssssss!"

"Ha ha, Momma!" Chuck laughed, beginning to plunge in and out of her now slickly
lubricated honeypot while pawing and kneading her oversized feminine chestly
assets with gusto and much sexual need. "It's not too often that you really let
your hair down and let go for some fun, so this is great."

"Oh, it's so great. It's so great I can hardly stand it. Oh! Oh! " Sandra
screamed, reaching down with her left hand to stimulate her clitoris with her
index finger, grinning as she closed her brown gimlet eyes, scrunching them to
contort to the pleasure inside of her occupied slot. "Oh, Chuckie. Hilda Humper
was right. This is making us so much closer, isn't it? I feel like we're really
connecting on a new level, don't you?"

"Oh, I do, Momma, I do!" Chuck agreed loudly, his hands working Sandra's big G's
in a circular motion upon her chest as he plunged his very hard stalk full
throttle in and out of Momma's sweet vagina. "I mean, our relationship at home
is better and we are a lot closer than we have ever been. Ohhhhhh, ohhhhhh, it's
tight! Plus, what could be closer than a fucking pelvic connection?"

"Chuck, ohhhhhh, ohhhhhh, don't you dare use that dirty language! I don't want
to hear it again! Ohhhhhh, yeeeeaaaahh!" Sandra breathed like a locomotive,
albeit a stacked busty one as she tossed her pelvis into his, his cock swollen
and piercing her silken pussy. "Don't use those cuss words when you are having
sex with your Momma, Chuck! Ohhhh, sweetie, this is just what I needed after a
day of chores! Ohhhhhh, woooooow, this is working the stress off so nicely!"

"Oh, it sure is," Chuck moaned, grabbing at her breasts roughly and fondling
them, tweaking her nipples and occasionally lowering his face to capture one
between his teeth to gently tug on as they worked at the art of lustful pelvis
collisions. "This is the best stress reducer there is, bar none."

"Oh, sweetiechuckiebaby!" his staid and proper mommy cried out as he continued
to plunge his swollen staff between her luscious thighs and into her swimming
hole. "I think I'm about to finish. Are you getting close, dear?"

"Oh, fuck, yeah!" Chuck cried out, biting her hard enough on the nipple to
elicit a yelp from her. "I can feel it rising up in the tube of my pecker."

"Chuckie, dear," the 40-year-old G-cupped gimcrack goddess of homemaking scolded
him again as he probed her and felt her vaginal muscles grab and firmly milk his
phallus. "Watch the language, dear. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"I think I'm about to join you!" Chuck screamed, clenching his teeth as he felt
the first expulsion of hot and sticky jism leap from the head of his penis and
rocket into the deepest folds, the nadir of her matriarchal tunnel.

"Mmmmmmmm, I just love this part, Chuck," his mother moaned, her breath ragged
and labored against the side of his face as she gave his cheek a lick. "Your
father usually just takes what he wants and never seems to care if I get to this
point. He's a selfish man, your father. I decided a long time ago to just let
Hilda Humper take care of his needs. Of course, she takes care of all the
penises in town, including all of her relatives too. Ohhhhhhh! I am not trying
to be too rough here, but to heck with your father. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,
I………am……….orgasming, my sweet boooooooyyyyy!"

"Oh, Momma, Momma, Momma Miiiiiiiiiiaaaaaaaa!" Chuck belted out like an Italian
opera singer as he continued to splash her delicate insides with copious amounts
of semen while simultaneously suckling on her left breast like a starving man at
a buffet. "Man, this is some good stuff!"

Finally sated, Chuck pulled away from his mother, his penis falling from her
body with an audible wet popping noise as he cuddled up beside her with his head
on her right breast while he playfully fondled her left.

"That was very sweet, Chuckie," his mother spoke soothingly as Chuck gnawed
gingerly on her pillowy hooter hilltop like it was a piece of chewing gum and
she ran her fingers admiringly up and down the shrinking shaft between his legs.
"Suck, sweet boy. Suck Momma. Mmmmmmm, that is nice. But now we need to get up
and get the sheets on this bed changed and get the chores done. I see where some
of your semen splashed on the mattress cover and my vaginal juices are making a
big pool, and Chuckie, I am lying in the wet spot, dear. Up you get!"

The naked pair of them labored as they changed the stained and disheveled bed,
their exposed parts, boobies and wee wees and Sandra's big ass swinging around
as they did so. The job was soon complete and Sandra and her son dressed, but
Chuck did manage a few lascivious gropes of her twin peaks as they did so.

"Now somebody's got laundry to do, don't they?" Sandra said, winking at him, her
highly supportive bra and grey cable-knit sweater back on and her boobs covered
for the moment. Yet the lovely Sandra was naked from the waist down, her shaved
dent of a cunny exposed as she stood before her son. "I'm not putting my old
ones back on cause you got Momma so soaking wet in the crotch, Chuckie bear."
Sandra handed her son her white lace panties that contained the same lush floral
pattern that adorned her sturdy double reinforced massive G-cupped underwire
brassiere. Her lovely underwear was darkened at the pubic area with her sweet
natural lubrications. "Now you can put all my underwear in the washer when you
go downstairs, Chuckie, can't you? There might even be a little reward for that
beautiful penis of yours later if you do."

"Yes, ma'am!" Chuck agreed, touching her bobbling cantaloupe cans and squeezing
them before heading for the door. "Now that sounds good to me, and my dick
thinks it sounds greeeeaaaaaattt!"

"Okay, Tony the Tiger, get that laundry started then!" Sandra told him with a
snicker, placing a hand under each of her jugs and juggling them up and down for
him. "And Chuck, don't be sniffing my panties again, okay?"

"Awwwwww, Momma!" Chuck replied with a pout, watching with fascination as her
orbs pitched all around inside her massive bra. "Gee whiz! Okay, I won't!"

Several hours later……….

"Laundry's all done, Momma!" Chuck shouted proudly as he came downstairs to
where his mother was cleaning the kitchen. "I got it out of the dryer, folded it
all and put it all away too."

"Why sweetheart, I'm so proud of you," his mother responded, wiping her wet and
detergent covered hands on a nearby towel. "Did you put all my bras away too? I
can't believe how many of them I have to wash every week, Chuck. You have got to
stop ejaculating into them, sweetie. The other day I was getting dressed and I
couldn't even find a clean one to wear. Every single one of them had your dried
and caked ejaculate in both cups. My sports bra was the only one that you hadn't
stuck your penis into."

"Sorry, Momma," Chuck replied sheepishly, blushing blood red, but grinning in
spite of his naughty act. "But those things turn me on so much that I just can't
help myself. Plus, I couldn't find your sports bra. I was looking for it
yesterday when I had a chubby of a hard-on. Ha ha! And anyway, you just told me
not to sniff your panties. You didn't say I couldn't squirt a load into one of
those big cups on your boulder-holders."

"Yes, I know, Chuck, but if you keep ejaculating like that in my brassieres, it
just makes more work for me, and today, for you. Okay, dear?" Sandra explained,
adjusting the straps of the enormous bra she was currently wearing beneath her
sweater, her lady humps on the move again.

"Yes, ma'am, whatever you want," Chuck came back with a compliant tone, hoping,
praying, but not yet daring to speak aloud of the reward he hoped to receive
from his G-cupped hottie of a parent. "I don't mind helping you out though. You
are such a great and such a beautiful mother, after all."

"Oh, you little suck-up," Sandra giggled in a way that was out of character for
the sexy 40-year-old who carried two magnificent lumps of loveliness atop her
chest. "Why Chuckie, you are about the best son a momma could ask for, aren't
you? And you are cute too."

"Plus, I threw some of your blouses in the washer afterwards too," the boyish
Dicker told her, looking longingly at her chest once again, but still biding his
time before he pushed for the 'payment' for his services. "And I cleaned the
bathroom and even scrubbed the tub and got that motherfucker as shiny as a pair
of waxed up titties!"

"Charles, don't you start that talk again!" Sandra said in such a heated voice
that Chuck was almost afraid he might have just blown his chance for some
mommerly tittie or pussy or oral stimulus for his wee wee. "It really upsets me
when you curse like that, using those dirty mf words like some piece of ghetto
trash!"

"I'm sorry, Momma, really I am. It's just a bad habit I picked up from Harriet,"
he whined, making himself into a victim before he sprung the possibility of more
sex. "It's like smoking or drinking or having sex in public. It's hard to break
the habit, but I'm sorry. I'll try not to do it again."

"You know, Chuck," his mother started to say, sitting down at one of the kitchen
chairs and adjusting her boobage yet again. "Sometimes I have a good mind to
forbid you to ever see that Humper girl again. She and her whole family are just
white trash who act like common tramps and speak like guttersnipes. I ran into
Ms. Humper the other day at the grocery store and saw her performing oral sex on
one of the stockers. She was dressed like she's still a teenager. Mutton dressed
as lamb, as my mother used to say. She was spilling out of her blouse and her
skirt was so short I could almost see her behind when she bent over. I quickly
ducked into another aisle so she wouldn't see me and try to initiate a
conversation. It's bad enough that your father can't stay away from those two. I
don't know what you see in that girl, I really don't."

"Oh, but Momma," Chuck whined, absentmindedly poking his mother in her left
tittie. "That girl is smokin' hot with one of the biggest sets of knockers I've
ever seen on a girl her age. Plus, she can contort herself quite a bit too. You
wouldn't really try to stop me from seeing her, would you?"

"No, sweetie, I wouldn't," Sandra told him wistfully, giving him an affectionate
pat on the crotch. "I know you have been seeing her for a long time now and that
you care about her. I just wish you wouldn't use that vile language that she's
so fond of."

"I know, Momma. I'm sorry," Chuck responded contritely, giving his mother a
quick pat on the boobs and a chaste kiss on her cheek. "I will try really hard
not to use those words. As a matter of fact, any time you hear me use one, you
can take a dollar away from my allowance. How's that?"

"Alright, Chuck, that's a deal. And if you can go a whole week without dropping
the F bomb even once in my presence, I'll give you another reward, okay?"

"What reward is that?" Chuck asked hopefully, feeling his dick solidify a bit in
his pants after his mother's touch and after touching her undulating twin
soldiers.

"Well, Chuckie, let's just say that it's not a monetary reward and that the
biggest payback from the reward takes place somewhere right below your belt,
okay? And that this reward will make you tickle a lot," Sandra explained,
smiling at her boy and smoothing her sweater down over her jubblies. "What do
you think?"

"What do I think?" Chuck almost bellowed, gently poking her other boob in turn.
"Gee whiz, Momma, I think that I'll never cuss again is what I think!"

"Oh, now that's my boy," Sandra beamed indulgently and winced in a happy way as
her right tittie dimpled. "You're a good boy, Chuckie dear. I just don't like it
when my good boy curses and swears and uses that dirty language."

"Um, Momma.....speaking of rewards," Chuck said softly, hope springing eternally
on her chest and in his pants. "I finished all the laundry and put it away like
you asked. I cleaned the bathroom and scrubbed the tub and all and well......."

"Yes, Chuck, I know you did, dear," Sandra responded cheerily, poking a finger
down the front of her blouse to get at an itch between her humongous breasts
that was driving her crazy. "And I believe I said 'thank you', didn't I?"

"Um, yes. You thanked me," Chuck responded in the affirmative, nearly salivating
as he watched his buxom mother scratching at the huge canyon between her
juggernaut jubblies. "But um, you did kind of.......well..you know.......promise
me a reward?"

"Sweetie, I believe good deeds are their own reward," Sandra said with a
chuckle, finally extracting her index finger from between her chestly charms.

"Yeah, but the good deeds don't exactly bring pleasure to that place right below
my belt that you were talking about a minute ago," he continued, placing a hand
atop his slowly expanding crotchline for emphasis, not daring to make another
grab for her tits at the moment, not desiring to do anything that might totally
turn Sandra off to the idea of a sexual sort of reward plan that she had
insinuated at earlier in the afternoon. "In fact, other than squirting into that
see-through bra of yours, I haven't had another spit since our last little
rendezvous."

"Chuck, dear, is sex all you think about? I know you're young and your hormones
are active, but sex is not the only pursuit that is worthwhile in life,
regardless of what Hilda and Harriet Humper may try to tell you," Sandra said,
this time scratching one of her jugs through her sweater, the prickly summer
heat causing her boom booms to itch a little.

"I know it's not the only pursuit, Momma," Chuck said earnestly, watching his
mother scratch her breast and wondering if he should offer a finger or two to
help her. "But at eighteen years of age it's certainly right up there in the top
one or two."

"Chuck, dear," Sandra said, still scratching at her bigguns though the fabric of
her sweater. "I just don't want you to get the idea that I am at your total beck
and call when it comes to this 'Humper family values' stuff. We are not the
Humpers. We won't ever be the Humpers. We are the Dickers and we will behave
like Dickers, your father notwithstanding. Do I make myself clear?"

"Crystal," Chuck responded gloomily, feeling his wee wee wane for a second as he
looked away from her bustline. "But do you think you could pretend we're the
Humpers just long enough for me to get my dick sucked?"

"Charles H. Dicker," his mother said ominously, causing Chuck to wish he could
recall his words. "If you want me to involve myself in certain acts, you are
going to have to learn a little couth and refinement. I do not 'suck dicks.' I
give oral gratification. When we have sex, I don't use the nasty vernacular that
the Humpers do. I simply call it engaging in coitus or intercourse. Now, do you
think you can remember that the next time you want me to reward you? All I ask
for is some semblance of manners. I know you can do it."

"You're right, Momma," Chuck said apologetically, visions of possible naked
Sandra milkwagons dancing in both his big head and his little one. "I wonder if
the two of us might engage in some nice sexual activity this afternoon and maybe
possibly even make sweet love together again? What do you think?"

"Oh, now that's more like it, dear!" Sandra almost whooped, hefting her titanic
titters way up again with her palms as she then patted him in a motherly way on
his wee wee area. "That's saying it the way Sandy likes to hear it, sweetness.
Since you put it that way, I think I might be able to oblige you in that regard,
my dear son. Just help me off with this sweater again, Chuck. I like it when you
help me take it off. That way I can fold it so it doesn't get too wrinkled."

"Sure thing!" he concurred, both of them reaching again for the bottom of the
garment, ready to ride it back over her knockers and head.

"Chuck, I don't think it's a good idea to do this here, sweetie," Sandra decided
suddenly, pulling her sweater back down over her humongous titsacks. "Don't you
think it would be more fun if we went upstairs to my bedroom?"

"Yeah, Momma, I guess you're right," Chuck said, grabbing her by the hand and
pulling her eagerly in the direction of the stairs leading to the upper level of
the Dicker home. "Harriet and I have done it on the kitchen table a few times
and it does get a little uncomfortable, ha ha."

Once the two of them were in the master bedroom of their house, Chuck quickly
helped Sandra pull the sweater up over her extra-large knockers and brunette
head and then watched impatiently while she folded it and placed it neatly on
the top of his father's chest of drawers. "Can I take your bra off again Momma,
please?"

"I guess that's okay, Chuck," his mother said sweetly, her cute oversized
mountains squeezing pertly from the supportive white cups that provided her much
in the way of support. "How can I turn you down when you ask me so sweetly?"

Chuck's hands were shaking with anticipation as he moved closer to his mother,
so close that they were almost in a full body clench. He reached around her with
his arms to begin to unfasten the hooks of the oversized tit-holder in a
calculated move. Having to stretch to reach so far around her globes forced his
face to mash against the fullness of her boobage. He took his time, savoring the
moment, feeling her soft womanly flesh pressed up against his face. Finally the
last hook was undone. Pulling the sheer fabric of the bra gently by the straps,
he slowly lowered it on her arms, exposing her naked womanly pillows an inch at
a time.

"You are so beautiful, Momma," he moaned sincerely, taking in the spectacular
view of her now completely exposed bosom, her tear-shaped massive wobbling
whoppers that reached nearly to her navel once they were unsheathed. "You look
so good I wish I could just eat you all up."

His words giving him an idea, he suddenly bent low, his face once again level
with her chest. Sticking out his tongue, he licked at the tender milky white
flesh of her breasts, drawing his tongue slowly across the vast expanse of her
womanly assets. Sandra sighed deeply, obviously aroused by his actions and
without even consciously forming the intent, she almost reflexively reached down
and gave his by now bulging crotch a forceful squeeze. He reached down and
rubbed his mother between her legs, feeling her moist nether lips through her
slacks and panties, garnering a coo of appreciation.

"Oh, dear, that feels good to my big breasts, Chuck, ohhhhhh, and my vagina too,
but I think we need to take your pants off, sweetie," Sandra said softly,
feeling an urgency first emanating from her Dicker bazooms, but then centering
right in the core of her womanhood where he touched her. "Cause I want
thiiiiiiisssss, my lovely boy."

His mother firmly gripped her son's erect shlong through his pants to add
emphasis and weight to her words and then moved her topless nude globular girls
away from his face, pulling his solid blue t-shirt over his head, touching his
bare chest and then going to her knees to indulgently undo his pants, her
hilltops of G-cup goodness resounding and ricocheting around throughout their
encounter.

"Oh, Momma," Chuck Dicker swooned, looking at his heavily laden mother who was
naked to the waist as he was too by this point as she knelt and took her time
with his pants, like a good mother would.

Finally, with Chuck's clumsy assistance, Sandra was able to get his pants off.
Folding them neatly, she placed them on Richard Dicker's dresser, right on top
of her own carefully discarded clothing.

"Oh my goodness," Sandra commented in amazement, sighing deeply as Chuck gave
her a nipple pinchy on both bodacious breasts. "You really do have one eager
member there, don't you? I don't think I've ever seen him stand so high and
proud before. He's going to stretch your underwear all out of shape if we don't
get him out of there soon, Chuckie."

Reaching out tentatively with her left hand, Sandra rubbed the gigantic bulge
that was causing her son's Fruit of the Looms to form a tent big enough to sleep
six.

"Oh, Momma, if you keep that up I'm likely to ejaculate before we even get my
underwear off," Chuck moaned, running his fingers through her long gorgeous hair
as he surveyed every inch of her outcroppings.

"We wouldn't want that, would we?" Sandra asked rhetorically, grabbing the
waistband of his tightie whities and pulling them down, no mean feat considering
the size of the bulge impeding their smooth passage off of his body. "Why, that
naughty little fellow of yours just sprang up so fast he almost took my eye out.
Oh, he's a beautiful boy, isn't he, Chuck? Look at all those veins just
throbbing away and that big shiny crown of his. Oh, I think I'm feeling a bit of
humidity down south, if you know what I mean."

"Thank you, Momma," Chuck managed to say as he tried very hard not to move too
fast and upset her well-mannered sensibilities. "But do you think we could get
on with some sexual gratification here because I'm about to explode, I'm so
horny."

"I'm sorry, sweet boy," Sandra replied with soft laughter that rattled her rack
She licked the palm of her hand before sliding it up and down the shiny sheen of
his full-on erection. "I don't mean to be a tease. I just think that sometimes
it's best to draw out the anticipation. Makes it so much better when it finally
happens, don't you think?"

"I'm going to anticipate myself right into an instant ejaculation if something
doesn't happen pretty darn quick," Chuck quipped, flicking at her breasts
playfully. "Do you think I could avail myself of some of that oral gratification
now?"

"Ohhhh, Chuckie, you want me to put your penis in my mouth and throat!" Sandra
told her boy playfully, rubbing the underside of his wee wee with the tip of her
thumb right beneath the bulbous head as he tweaked at each of her cantaloupe
slopes of hilly hilltops.

"Well, yeah, Momma! I mean, heck, yeah!" Chuck sheepishly sighed in a loud and
almost impatient voice as a drip of pre-cum found its way out of the end of his
cockhead, eeking onto one of her overhanging middle-aged mammaries. "It feels
even better when a momma does it! Ha ha ha! That's what Henry Humper says about
sex with his mom!"

"Yeah, that little Humper degenerate would say something like that, wouldn't
he?" Sandra spoke disapprovingly of Chuck's best friend, even as she licked the
remainder of clear fluid from the hole of his spongy mushroom and then stuck her
tongue inside his urethra for a second and flicked it in and out.

"You know, Chuck," his mother admitted earnestly, absentmindedly running her
hand along the rigid shaft of his jumbo Johnson, bumping her right boob with her
forearm in the process. "I was horrified at first when you told me about the
Humpers and their sexcapades. I really thought that Hilda must be totally messed
up and that she'd raised a couple of degenerates like herself. And she did. But
you know what, baby? She was right about one thing. I mean, what could possibly
bring a mother and son closer together than having him squirt his semen in her
mouth and down between her legs? It doesn't get more intimate than that, now
does it? I think this will give us a really close relationship, Chuckie, and
I'll have to write Hilda a note thanking her for giving us such a gift. I can
even forgive her for seducing your father all those years."

"Gee, that's a swell idea," Chuck said sweetly, putting his hand on the back of
his mother's head to try to steer her mouth closer to his demanding organ.

"Now shove that big hard member on in there, my sweet son!" Sandra exuded
horniness, her jugs a-juggling, her nipples hard and sharp with lust. "Cause I'm
hungry to suck ya!"

Sandra Dicker slid the head of Chuck's cock into her pursed mouth and in seconds
her lips were pressed against his pubic bone while her hands pulled and rubbed
on his dangling balls. Her head began a steady up and down sawing on his sex
organ that made her heavy bazooms beat against her son's kneecaps. Chuck's
jizz-laden testicles almost sloshed against her chin with their cargo. He knew
he could barely hold out at all this time and as he began to gently buck his
waist, humping his peter down into her velvety throat, the surge of his
impending squirt-outs built like a surge of power that heated his bounding nuts
and drove itself into his seven-inch staff. And finally he lost it. The noisy
slaps of his mother's jugs against his legs and the sight of her brunette head
bounding on his stalk and the loud sloppy slurping, the sighing and gurgling
coming from her throat and the sight of her motherly slobber adorning his knob
all served to shove him unceremoniously over the fucking edge of the orgasmic
cliff. He had been waiting two hours for this feeling and here it was.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Ohhhhhhhhhhh!" Chuck grunted with every shot that escaped his
urethra, his phallus coating the back of her throat with the contents of his
testes as he reached down to palm her G-cup titmeat, temporarily arresting the
kinetic motion of her bloated pair, the same pair he had sucked milk from as an
infant. "Momma, Momma, Mooooooooommmmmmaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

And it was in this moment that he fully and completely realized the rightness of
Humper family values and all they portended for his penis and for Sandra's pussy
and breasts. But he realized more than that. He had, in many ways, assimilated.
Despite his mother's earlier admonition, he truly had been transformed. He had
become a Humper.


THE END

"Morning Wood"

THE HUMPERS ARE BACK IN A BRAND NEW STORY THAT IS AS BIG AS THEIR CARTOONISH
ASSETS!
Starring H-Cup-hootered sister Harriet and her foot-long-donged brother Henry
in:
"Morning Wood"
Written by Victor C. Nathan and Dr. Mojo in their first Humper collaboration
Edited by Victor C. Nathan


"Mom? Mom! Are you still home?" Henry half-moaned as he walked down the upstairs
hall of the Humper household towards his mother's bedroom, his twelve-inch slab
of cockmeat straining against the fabric of his jockeys. "Mom? Can I get a quick
blow job before you leave?"

It was 9:15 on a Saturday morning, and the youngest member of the insanely
overendowed Humper family had awoken minutes earlier with a serious case of
morning wood, and like any eighteen-year-old boy, he was eager for
gratification. Normally he would have simply rolled over and relieved his burden
within the sweet confines of his top-heavy mother's pussy or mouth, the two of
them having begun waking up in the same bed on most days in the months since
they became lovers.

However, unbeknownst to Henry, Hilda had left early that morning to finish up
some overdue paperwork in her classroom at Taft and Adams High School. In
addition to their multiple daily sex sessions at home, the mother-and-son couple
had also begun sneaking in quickies during school hours in Hilda's class, in the
locker room, and various other locations around the school. The two of them had
done so much fucking the previous week that Hilda had fallen behind on grading
her students' assignments, and she had elected to spend her Saturday catching
up. She figured that it would be easier to get her work done without the
constant distraction of her younger child's throbbing twelve-inch wee wee that
she so lusted over, so the responsible educator had quietly snuck out of her
son's bed an hour earlier and headed off to campus. Henry, who was tuckered out
after the two of them had fucked each other to exhaustion until three AM the
previous night, continued to snooze away into the morning, none the wiser.

"Moooooommmmm! Where are you? Mooooooommmmmm! My weeeeee weeeeee!" Henry whined
like a petulant child wanting candy instead of the vegetables on his dinner
plate. "Mommmmmaaa!"

Henry made his way down the hall still further, envisioning her heavy but firm
gelatin-like masses of springy boobflesh as he eased his underwear down just
enough to fish his ridiculously long and thick cock over the waistpant of his
shorts, the tree trunk of a fuckstick springing predictably upward at the mere
thought of her motherly mountainous mounds and her sopping pussy which would be
all too eager to sheath his solidified stalk. Where was she, and why would the
engorged-glanded elder Humper even allow her pussy to be empty this early on a
Saturday morning? Henry gave his penis several strokes of encouragement and the
massive glossy head of his manmeat plumped and he grew still thicker at the base
of his trunk. Boy, was he ever going to stick it to her when he found his boobie
mommy.

Impatiently pushing the door of his mother's bedroom open and walking inside,
Henry was disappointed to find it empty, with no sign of Hilda anywhere, her
purse and keys missing and her bed immaculately made. Henry chuckled briefly at
the hotel perfect tuck job of the bed, which looked like it hadn't been slept on
once since the last time the sheets were washed. That's because it hadn't; Hilda
had spent the last four consecutive nights in Henry's bed, the two of them
fucking each other's brains out like two horny teenage sweethearts, after which
she was too tired to make the trek down the hall to the master bedroom.

In fact, Hilda hadn't had sex in her own bed in nearly two weeks. With their
newly liberated familial fuck policy, the 38-year-old top-heavy tittie trollop
and her oedipally-obsessed offspring Henry had made their entire home into a
veritable temple of incestuous insanity. In addition to countless trysts on
Henry's bed, they had fucked on the kitchen counter, dining room table, living
room floor, the upstairs shower, Hilda's bathtub, the stairs, the backyard
patio, on top of the washing machine, and on the living room couch. Henry had
even come home twice from school only to have his mother waiting for him in the
foyer on her knees, undoing his pants and swallowing his twelve-inch boner to
the hilt before he even had the chance to close the front door. Hilda and Henry
had fucked on practically every surface and square inch of their home, and this
was merely in the previous two weeks. With the rest of the house seeing so much
action, Hilda's bed had remained in a pristine, virginal state that Hilda
herself hadn't experienced in 25 years.

"Motherfucker!" Henry cursed, surveying the empty room and immaculately made
bed, slapping his engorged dick blithely with his right hand, making the long
and girthy trunk, all of its twelve inches, bob up and down from between his
legs. "Oh, Mommy-Boobs, why, why, why? Wee wee's hungry! Wee wee's hungry! Son
of a bitch, I need to fuck!"

Henry felt his balls inflate with semen weight and bulge ever larger and he slid
just the front of his shorts down a smidgen more to let those big plumpers hang
out. But he left his underwear on because it just seemed naughtier to him that
way. Henry Humper spat on his cock several times and sat down on the edge of the
perfect bed to work his encircled fingers back and forth over the spittle-shined
head and the first three inches of his missile-sized wiener. Mmmm, it felt good,
but it was same-old same-old. He thought for a moment of fishing one of his
mother's canyon-deep big-ass fucking brassieres out of one of her dresser
drawers to stroke himself off with, maybe having a spit-up right in one of the
deep deep cups. But then suddenly he had a better idea.

"Wait, why tug my own wee wee when I have the world's second-best cock-stroker
sleeping in the room next door?" Henry thought to himself excitedly as he
continued to stroke his cock with more ardor as he thought of bouncy Humper
boobies. "I've been so busy burying my boner in Mom the last couple of weeks
that I've been neglecting my poor sister this whole time! After all, sharing is
caring, and I've got about a pint of wee wee juice that needs to be shared with
my big sis. Hopefully I can share it all over her face!" Henry smirked to
himself as he recalled the countless times he'd shot his load onto Harriet's
beautiful face, her gorgeous green eyes crinkling with lust, ruby-red lips
pouted, dainty hands hefting her gigantic teenage mammaries aloft for her
younger brother's visual stimulation, her words a filthy torrent of encouraging
dirty talk as she coached more and more of Henry's load out of his balls and
onto her countenance.

Harriet absolutely loved to receive facials from her brother. She loved the feel
of his hot jizz splashing her cheeks and forehead, rivers of his boy batter
running down her chin and dripping onto her preposterously proportioned breasts.
Harriet also enjoyed the renowned skin-smoothing properties that semen had on
her lovely flesh, noticing that it left her complexion smoother and more
youthful than any of the expensive lotions she kept in her medicine cabinet.
Harriet often requested that Henry jerk off onto her face before bedtime as part
of her evening beauty routine, smearing gobs of his fresh, gooey boy batter into
a beauty mask that she would wear to sleep. Henry was more than happy to oblige,
getting an extra orgasm before turning in for the night while helping to keep
his beautiful overly-orbed sister looking radiant as ever each morning.

Hopping off the bed and bounding out of the room in a quick motion, Henry made
his way down the hall to Harriet's room, opening the door and peeking inside.
Peering into his sister's sun-lit room, Henry's heart and wee wee both jumped a
bit as they caught a glimpse of her gorgeous eighteen-year-old form. Harriet lay
on her back sound asleep, breathing peacefully as her prodigious chest rose and
fell with each breath. Harriet's whopping 36HH boulders of titanic titmeat were
rising comically above the rest of her body like a pair of beach balls, her
nipples just barely concealed by the top of the white satin sheets she slept
under. The long golden locks of hair framing her face picked up the soft morning
light pouring through the windows, giving her face the gentle glow of an angel.
Henry paused to admire the radiant beauty of his sister's face, the sweetness of
which, at the moment, contrasted with the insatiable libido of the girl it
belonged to. Harriet had the wholesome face of the girl next door, if the girl
next door was a wanton, sex-crazed nearly nineteen-year-old nymphomaniac who had
fucked literally thousands of men in her short life, including her own brother
who was now admiring her sleeping form. Henry truly loved his sister in every
way, and cherished the time they spent together: whether it be Christmas
mornings, backyard barbeques, family dinners, or, as of late, orgasm-inducing
sessions of mind-blowing sex.

It pained Henry somewhat to disturb Harriet's peaceful slumber, but the aching
in his balls was starting to bother him something fierce, so he decided to give
her a pleasant but gentle wake-up while easing his sexual suffering; after all,
he knew what was most important. Climbing slowly onto her bed, Henry gently
pulled down the satin sheet covering her body until it lay in a pile on the
floor, her wet dream of a figure now completely naked and exposed to the morning
air. Henry gave her the once over, admiring her smooth and well-toned legs, the
flare of her young-but-very-womanly hips that framed a tiny triangular patch of
blonde pubic hair above her pussy, and her narrow waist which tapered into a
youthfully tight tummy. Henry lingered a bit as his eyes moved up to the target
of his current desire, her famously fabulous funbags of flesh. The sudden
exposure of her breasts to the open air sent a chill over her nipples, which
instantly hardened, making Henry's eyes continue to widen with lust. Shedding
his underwear and letting his now raging twelve-inch hard-on spring entirely
free, Henry threw one leg over his sister's torso and straddled her, aiming his
foot-long firehose of fuck at Harriet's boobies.

Harriet's massive milkwagons both bobbled and swayed from side to side on her
sleeping body as Henry perched his muscular form over her flat stomach and
ribcage lightly, his horsey-sized hogleg of a pussy-piercer tapping against the
bottoms of her laconically swaying H-cupper sweat glands as he gave his peter a
couple of perfunctory pumps, grinning as his mushroom pee wee head pulsed with
blood and his stout fat trunk thickened yet again at the prospect of spelunking
deep between her boulder-sized boobs. Henry Humper took his prick in hand,
gripping it at the base and gently and luxuriantly rubbing his baseball-sized
cockhead against each of her giant spacious areolas, almost massaging and
mashing her golfball-sized pink tips with his swelling shroom dicktop.

"Mmmmmmm," Harriet cooed, her udders undulating, as she almost gurgled like a
baby, but amazingly didn't wake up. "Oooooooooo."

"I'm gettin' in between ya, sis," Henry whispered hornily, lifting his naked ass
higher above her flat stomach, and hovering his foot-longer shlonger right above
her satellite sacks of sacrosanct sexy titiness, as sweet a sight as he had ever
seen. "Now it's time to part some boobies."

Henry slid his right hand in an agile fashion down into the deepest part of her
cleavage and then opened his fingers, making her giant boobies ripple and
spread. At the same moment, he lowered his ass, dropping cock-first straight
downwards into her cavernous depth, the special place between her knockers, like
a helicopter landing on a pad. Henry sighed deeply as his pee wee found its home
at last. Ohhhhhhhhh, it was good to be home.

"Aaaaaahhhhh," Henry sighed as he put a palm on each side of her luscious young
titters and then squashed them together like a big busty boober sandwich,
letting out a squeak of joy as her fleshy bazooms nearly suffocated his salami.
"Oooooooo, fuccckkkk, Sleeping Boobies, that is some sweet fucking cleavage down
in there."

Henry braced himself and grinned maniacally as his sleeping sister even managed
to cutely snore as he pinned his penis between her chest charms and started to
gingerly buck at the waist, making his bone-hard gristle slide and traverse her
deep dark depth, the sweetest place for her boobs to give him pleasure, the
place he returned to again and again to ply his fuck. Mmmm, boy, did he ever
like to fuck his older sissy's boom booms. Harriet wheezed a bit as he worked
his wiener harder and harder between her. He stopped for a second and wantonly
tapped his applehead against her thick red lips as she softly breathed.

"Ohhhhhh, yeah, taste the tip of my cock, you jumbo-jugged slut sister of mine!"
Henry growled, his growing lust overtaking his previous attempts to quietly
titfuck his sister without waking her. Henry rubbed the head of his sausage all
over Harriet's thick and juicy DSL's, dabs of pre-cum beginning to moisten the
outer part of her prick-pleasing mouth.

"Oh, I can't wait to empty my nuts onto your face, sis!" Henry moaned. "It's
time for breakfast in bed, and I'm gonna give ya a nice hot serving of penis
porridge."

Taking his protracted pussy warrior back into his hand, Henry reinserted it into
the valley of Harriet's cleavage and resumed thrusting, picking up the pace even
further this time, his sister's substantial sacks of succulent sweater meat
beginning to pitch up and down on her chest like two buoys in an Atlantic storm.
His buxom sister was a heavy sleeper, to be sure, but the combination of tasting
Henry's sweet pre-cum, the sound of his groaning, and the motion of the bed
finally began to rouse Harriet from her slumber, her eyelids fluttering and a
subtle moan escaping her lips.

"Mmmmmm…" she moaned groggily as Henry continued to manipulate her breasts with
his wee wee, his palms kneading her melons like bread dough as he rubbed circles
around her pencil eraser nipples. Harriet finally awoke, her eyes remaining shut
as she let out a loud yawn, her mouth gaping open as she did so.

Seeing the inviting and familiar opening of his sister's pouty lips in the O
shape, Henry removed his rock-hard johnson from the cavern of her cleavage and
shoved it into her mouth in one motion, six inches of his cockmeat disappearing
into Harriet's oral cavity with ease. The sensation of half of her brother's
male organ being shoved into her mouth took Harriet by surprise, especially in
her groggy state, and her eyes immediately shot open wide. Harriet literally
went cross-eyed as she took in the sight of her brother's raging tree trunk of a
penis disappearing literally under her nose.

"Mmmenry?!" she attempted to inquire, her mouth too stuffed with familiar wee
wee to let out any coherent sounds. "Isssthtyou?" Harriet almost instinctively
began to lick the underside of the cock currently occupying her mouth, not even
waiting to find out who the owner was before beginning to administer her oral
pleasure-giving abilities upon it as her honeydew melons bounced with her
fellatio.

"Good morning, Sunshine!" Henry bellowed with a laugh as his chestily-charmed
sister's mouth slid up and down on his morning wood until it was as slick as
glass. "Ain't this better than two scoops of raisins?"

Henry shoved his legs apart and sat his ass softly onto her high-rising H
dirigible deuces that jutted up like fucking speed bumps of utter lunacy from
her luscious body that lay beneath him. He roughly put a knee on either side of
her blonde head and her mouth stretched as gurgling sounds came from her
occupied throat as she tried to accommodate him. Henry grabbed the headboard to
brace his perch athwart her globular whoppers and then began to buck firmly and
confidently at the waist. Facefucking was his forte this morning and his wee wee
wasn't going to be a damn bit shy about it. His sister's throat was going to
take every inch of his lance it possibly could; and maybe a little bit more.

"Mmmmhmmmmmm!" Harriet Humper, boobahs-a-wobbling under his buttocks, her lips
curling into a smile even as her gullet gripped and grabbed at his girthy stalk,
his fat wanker as his gonads beat rhythmically and methodically against her
chin, his plumper cum-makers as swollen as two oranges freshly ripe.

"Aaaaaahhhhhhhh, big sis, your throat feels good as fuck! Yeah! Mmmm, uuhhhh,
uhhhhhhh, talk about swallowing a guy up!" Henry let out as he rode her oral
cavity like it was a wet and receiving pussy instead of the mouth and throat of
his gargantuan-mountained sister whom he had just woken up by invading her face
with his whopper of a trouser snake. "There is nothing better than a brotherly
facefuck to really wake a big-tittied broad up!"

Momentarily withdrawing his foot-long monster from his sister's oral cavity,
Henry once again rubbed the apple head of his mushroom warrior over her pouty
DSL's and giggled as she darted her tongue out to lap up some stray pre-cum that
had begun to leak down the edge of the shaft. Harriet, her mouth no longer
stuffed to the tonsils with his familial pole, was finally able to speak
coherent sentences.

"And a good morning to you too, brother-dear! How sweet of you to bring me
breakfast in bed! You know they say chivalry is dying out, but you wouldn't know
it with such a thoughtful gentleman like you around! Tee hee!" Harriet giggled
to herself and continued to lap at the breakfast sausage that jutted out from
between her younger brother's legs, her continuing oral ministrations and the
feel of her jumblies on Henry's ass causing his dick to grow harder, thicker and
longer. "Although I'm a little surprised to find you in my room so early *slurp*
*slurp* because usually this time of the morning I wake up to the sound of Mom
screaming your name and her headboard slamming paint off the walls as you give
it to her doggie style. What did I do to make you pry this jumbo pussy-pleaser
*slurp* *slurp* of yours away from our mother's pussy and bring it into my room
to stick in my mouth?" she inquired, lifting Henry's penis up and stroking it
with one hand as she leaned forward to lick his scrotum.

Henry, the nerves in his balls tingling with delight at the sensation of his
sister's well-practiced tongue upon them, humored her with a little of his
famous charm as she lapped at his sack earnestly. "Well, I wanted to do
something really - oh! OHHHH! - special for you today because I feel like I've
been neglecting you, Hare. Mom's been monopolizing my dick so much lately that I
wanted to have a little - oh fuck yeah, lick my nuts! - alone time with my sis,
just the two of us! So I thought I'd sneak away from her for a bit and surprise
you," he blurted out, his thinking starting to become a little blurred by the
pleasure Harriet's mouth was providing his male organs at the moment.

"HA! Henry, you are quite the charmer, but I know when you're full of shit,"
Harriet retorted, her years of knowing her little brother betraying his attempts
at flattery. "I know you were looking for Mom to get a quick nut off this
morning and probably couldn't find her. She told me last night before dinner
that she was planning on going into school early to finish up some work. What am
I, your silver medal?" she asked, hefting her bazooms in mock poutiness as she
momentarily stopped her oral and manual manipulation of Henry's genitals, hoping
to extract a more serious compliment from him.

Henry, his ruse now exposed, was beginning to turn red-faced with embarrassment.
Like a husband answering incorrectly to the "do I look fat" question, he
struggled to back himself out of the corner. "No, no! I mean, yeah, I did go to
Mom's room first, but it was only because I left my boxers in her bathroom the
other night, and I, uh, started to tug my wee wee on her bed when I saw her bra,
but, umm....I remembered that you were home, and I saw you sleeping and you were
just so pretty, and then I saw your titties sticking up........and that made my
wee wee really stand up and……." he trailed off as Harriet began to laugh
hysterically at his clumsy rationalizations. She had seen this bumbling male
excuse routine countless times from her boyfriend Chuck, usually during the many
occasions when she would walk in on him fucking another girl. Even though they
had an open relationship, Harriet enjoyed seeing his instinctual, flustered
excuse-making after getting caught. Seeing this routine from her own brother was
currently having the same effect.

"Hahahahahaha! Henry, you are too much! But don't worry, I'm not really mad.
Just tell me that you didn't come into my room solely by default."

Henry, now calmed by his sister's understanding, regained some of his composure.
"Come on, Sis! You know how much I love fucking Mom, but honestly, I think
you're the better dicksucker. I've been squirting my loads in Mom's pussy so
often over the last couple weeks that I've almost forgotten what that vice grip
of a throat of yours feels like! I guess you could say I missed my favorite
little cocksucker, baby!" Henry said with genuine honesty, his mouth forming
into a sheepish but sweet smile as he looked down at the gloriously stacked
blonde bimbo of a sibling below him.

"Awwww, Henry! You're so sweet! THAT'S what I wanted to hear, brother dearest.
It's nice to know that your wee wee misses my mouth so much, baby. In fact, I
think it's time for a little homecoming celebration!" she said as she gently
rolled Henry off her torso and slid her naked body, knockers and all, to the
edge of the bed, her head now dangling over the side as she lay face up. "Since
it is breakfast, I think it's time for you to mix me up a little morning protein
shake, and I want you to serve it directly into my stomach!" Harriet giggled,
craning her neck and puckering her lips back into the O-shape, her esophagus and
mouth forming a straight sheath for Henry to slide his sword into. "Saddle up,
baby bro! I want you to shove that foot-long firehose cock of yours down my
throat and shoot a nice hot load of boy butter into me! I'm hungry, baby, hungry
for CUM!"

Henry stood before his naked sister's upside down face, her blonde hair splayed,
her mouth open wide as he had a shiny view straight down her gullet. His loving
and giving sis smiled angelically at him and gently made her bare H-cup boobs
waggle back and forth heavily upon her chest and shoulders. Henry squeezed them
in a friendly brotherly fashion and smiled back at her. His fat tube of cock
jutted up powerfully and eternally long from between his legs, only inches from
the soft, wet, velvety grinning mouth that beckoned him to enter its sweet
confines.

"Face rides! Step right up!" Harriet cackled as she joked about what they were
about to do. "Gimme some wean, Henry."

Henry placed a hand on the edge of the bed on either side of her dangling face
and eased the bulbous baseball-sized head of his enormous penis towards the open
and inviting O that was bracketed by the horseshoes of her teeth. Then he
unceremoniously stuck his mushroom into her mouth.

"I'm gonna ride your face and hump in your throat!" Henry declared joyously as
he let his weight slide into the bed and inch after inch of his stout cock
disappeared inside of his sister's oral home. "Fuck, yeah, I just felt my dick
slap your fucking uvula! Ohhhh, that felt good! I love it, Hare! Isn't this the
biggest tongue depressor you've ever had in your mouth before?" Henry had slid
about the first six inches of his shlong into her mouth and was rapidly adding
more inches. He now braced himself by white knuckling her massive globes as he
slid deeper into her cavity. "I'm gonna get way down your throat, Harriet.
Okay?"

Harriet wagged her head up and down to give him the go-ahead, even as her mouth
was subsumed by his dick. Henry gripped her large udders and Harriet reached
down to rub her clitoris pertly.

"I'm gonna get waaaaaayyyy down deep in your throat," the younger brother
grunted, pinching her areolas and letting his body weight slump against her face
groin-first and three more inches of his protracted pole shimmy down her gullet.
"Aaaaaaahhhhh, fuck, it feels good down in here!"

Henry had almost his entire penis inside of her and he felt Harriet loosen the
muscles of her throat to take still more of his manhood without a gag reflex
kicking in. A little more, just a little more and Henry felt the last three
inches of his tree-sized phallus disappear into her face. He had his whole cock
down her throat at last.

"Ohhhhhhhh, shit that feels fucking amazing to my wee wee!" Henry squealed, his
foot-long penis now completely enveloped by his sister's oral cavity as he
slowly began to thrust in and out, groaning obscenely with the warm and velvety
slickness of Harriet's mouth-tunnel that almost rivaled that of her vagina. "It
almost feels like I'm balls-deep in your cunny, baby! Fuck, Hare! Where the hell
did you learn to swallow a dick like that?" he asked somewhat rhetorically,
knowing full well that Harriet had years of practice deep-throating hundreds of
men in her short nineteen years of life. But very few of those men were packing
the twelve-inch semen-shooter that he was blessed with, and Henry was genuinely
impressed that she was able to take him all the way to the hilt with such skill.
Harriet, her mouth stuffed to the teeth with wiener, could not utter anything
beyond primitive guttural sounds as Henry sawed the bottom half of his penis in
and out.

"Gllgghhgghhlll, gllggllgglglglllll!" his busty blonde sister managed to gargle
out, partially in response to her brother's query, but mostly as a side effect
of her own sexual pleasure.

Harriet was now feverishly rubbing her clit with her right hand and tweaking the
nipple on her left breast with the other, both of her milk teats now hardening
to pencil-eraser-length nips that capped off her silver-dollar sized areolas
like the cherries on a pair of ice cream sundaes. Henry momentarily unscrunched
his eyes from their lustful daze and looked down at Harriet as he continued to
thrust gradually faster into her esophagus with each stroke, and felt his
horsecock harden even further as he drank in the debaucherous sight below him.
Harriet's throat was so full with his manhood that he could see the outline of
his mushroom head sliding up and down over the skin near her trachea as he
pleasured himself with her face, his balls slapping wildly against her nose.
Gazing down further, he watched lustfully as Harriet continued to play with her
enormous HH-sized milk udders which were beginning to bounce wildly around her
chest with his thrusts. Henry took the opportunity to take over for his sister
and grabbed onto a tit with each hand and began to knead them like play dough,
allowing Harriet the chance to stick two fingers of her now free hand into her
pussy while she continued to rub her clit with the other. Both siblings were now
well on their way to their respective orgasms, pleasuring themselves and each
other with delight as Henry's grunts became louder and Harriet's moans vibrated
his cock.

"Oh, fuck, yeah, Sis! Your throat is like a bottomless pit of cocksucking!"
Henry exclaimed with a smile of pure sexual pleasure on his face, his hips
beginning to churn faster and faster as his naked body started to glisten with
the sweat of his effort. "With a mouth like this around, who needs pussy?" he
said with an audible laugh as he smacked her right tit with an open palm,
delighting in the ripple it sent across the skin of the mountainous mammary
gland.

Seeing the effortlessness with which his jumbo-jugged sister was swallowing his
sword, Henry's sense of brotherly chivalry went right out the window as he began
to thrust more and more roughly into Harriet's throat. Removing his hands from
her cherry-topped chest charms and replacing them on her shoulders for leverage,
Henry started fucking her mouth with increasing abandon, the rapid in-and-out
motion of his penis causing Harriet's cheeks to expand and contract like a pair
of bagpipes.

Henry's twelve inches had pinned her stuffed and upside down face to the side of
the bed where it hung to receive him. He had his entire foot of cock in her
throat and ground his pelvis roughly against her, every muscle in her cavity
grabbing him. He dragged several inches out of her throat and then hauled it
back in, rutting against his busty sister's face, humping her throat
unreservedly as her topsy turvy tittties now beat against her chin with his
efforts.

"Free face rides! Throat humping straight ahead! Oral cavity spelunking,
motherfuckers!" Henry moaned and cried as he fucked his twelve-inch organ down
her throat, his massive set of balls crinkling in the center as they got stabbed
with her cute ski slope of a nose as he rammed his penis into its throatly home,
feeling his testicles swell and his pee wee head tingle with the pretext of what
he would soon squirt directly into her stomach.

Harriet, her right hand plumbing the depths of her pussy, was also rapidly
approaching her own orgasm as her horse-hung younger brother fucked her throat
with abandon.

"Mgmgghghhhhh! Mghghsdhddff!" was all her cock-stuffed gullet was able to get
out audibly, her face and esophagus too stuffed with Henry's cockmeat to utter
anything beyond unintelligible sounds. "MHHGHGHH! GGLGDFFFFLLLLL!
GHLLHGGLLLLLLLLLLLL!" she exclaimed, her feminine pleasure chest burning with
sensation as she shoved three fingers deep into her pussy with her right hand
and rapidly stroked her clitoris with the left.

"What was that, Sis?" Henry laughed, his question purely rhetorical at this
point due to the obviousness of what his tawdry trollop of a sister was
attempting to express. Henry didn't need to be able to make out Harriet's words
to understand the pleasurable urgency of her tone. Since the two siblings had
started having sex, Henry had seen Harriet double-teamed by enough men to
recognize the cadence of her moans as she approached orgasm, even when her mouth
was full of cock.

And boy, was her mouth and throat full to fucking abundance with the biggest
cock in the entire town, that thick, fat tube just happening to reside between
her brother's legs. Harriet's tits pitched heavily and fleshily as her hand
still darted in and out of her cunny cave and toyed with her clitty as her
brother took her face for a ride, both of his arms propping his weight against
the bed, his fat tube steak sawing in and out of her receiving splendiferous
oral chasm of pure velvety pleasure.

"Ohhhhh, yeahhhhhh! That's a girl! Ohhh, I'll bet that pussy of yours feels
fuckin' good too, huh, Sis?" Henry yelled in between gusts of breath as he laid
into the enjoyable mounting of his sister's mouth, while still making her cunny
quiver and getting her gigantic Humper hilltops to gyrate and dance.

"MHGGHGH! MGGLLFGLHLGH! GGLLHLHGHHLL!" Harriet screamed internally, a burning
orgasm finally overtaking her and spreading throughout her body like a wave of
sexual nirvana.

She was now furiously fingering her own pussy, her jubblies jumping, her boobahs
bounding, her wrist a blur of rapid in-and-out motions and a chorus of obscene
slippery sounds emanating from the well-lubricated pleasure point where her hand
was working her pussy as if it was one of the thousands of penises that had
previously been there. Even though she couldn't express her feelings
comprehensibly, Harriet continued to grunt, her legs involuntarily kicking and
twitching in mid-air as her brother continued to thrust into her mouth. Wanting
to bring her brother into the orgasmic abyss along with her, Harriet reached her
free hand over her head and grabbed Henry's balls at the base to stroke them,
trying out a move that her mother Hilda often used on Henry to bring him to his
completion when he was so very close.

Harriet tugged gently down on Henry's large and full set of "ballsies" as her
mother always called them, as they flailed back and forth towards her face and
her younger brother's colossal cock jackhammered in and out of her mouth like a
fleshy power tool intent on plumbing her throat and, quite possibly, her
stomach, so long was the hard veiny fucker. Henry's pee wee twinged from the
inside as he plunged and he felt his testicles begin to swell, the sensation
welling within his cum-creators and all the way through every solitary inch of
the stalk of his big ol' thick slab of a tongue depressor. As the female
Humper's bawdy and bulbous tittery booms booms beat up and down, Henry felt the
creep, the tingle that inched its way through the tube of his horsecock as it
crept towards the head, the exit point for all that would soon come gushing
through his pee pee pole and out its baseball-sized mushroom monstrosity of a
cockhead.

Between the sound of his sister's orgasmic moaning, the sweet smell of her
orgasming pussy, the sight of her gigantic tits bouncing around on her chest,
and the simultaneous pleasurable feelings in his penis and testicles, Henry
Humper's mind was simply overloaded with sexual stimulation and could stave off
his climax no longer. Shoving his twelve-inch oral probe fully and completely
into his sister's throat, Henry felt his nuts tighten up as they bumped into
Harriet's nose and then the gush of semen pumping up from his balls and through
his tingling trouser snake. Grabbing a tit with each hand and squeezing for dear
life, Henry squinted his eyes shut and smiled as the first pulse of boy batter
raced up his wee wee and exploded out of his cockhead with the force of a
cannon.

"OHH, FUCK! HERE IT COMES, HARE! I hope you're hungry, because I'm serving up
about a gallon of the thickest, stickiest breakfast yogurt you've ever tasted!"

Henry's balls gave their all and his mighty prong was the lengthy distribution
system for the many throatfuls of jism that rocketed directly into his
breastly-overendowed sister's tummy. She gurgled and he watched the muscles in
her throat contract again and again as his overladen big fucking balls unloaded
their cumly cargo. Henry softened his grip on her knockers when he realized how
hard he was squeezing her and the intensity of his shots scrunched his face into
an "oh! oh!" mask.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck! Ohhhhhh, squirtsies down big sissy's throat! She swallowed
it! Remember that 2 Live Crew song! Oohhhhhhhhh! I played that shit when Bunnie
Mounts swallowed every bit of cum I had in my sack last Friday! Oh, Hare, it
feels soooooooooo goooooooooood, as gooooooooood as fuck! Oh! Oh!"

Harriet continued to ride the wave of her own orgasm as she struggled to swallow
the copious amounts of her brother's liquid DNA that kept squirting down her
throat. Continuing to provoke her engorged and hyper-sensitive clit with two
fingers, she massaged Henry's churning testicles with her free hand, giving them
a firm grip, literally milking every last drop of the ejaculatory reward out of
his swollen cum coconuts. Harriet had had bigger loads blown into her mouth
before, but rarely ones this thick; Henry's cum dripped down her gullet like
sticky hot syrup since it was his first squirt of the day. It took some effort
for Harriet to swallow his boy cream while his cock was literally rammed halfway
to her stomach, but Harriet's years of cocksucking experience guaranteed that
she was up to the task and she savored the warm sensation of his explosion as it
settled into her stomach.

"Oh, fuck! Oh, shit! I said, 'Goddamn, what a rush!'" Henry ebulliently cursed,
his entire pelvic region flat against his sister's face as he gave her his cumly
all, giving the minxy bust-heavy blonde hottie the sticky morning reserve from
his bloated nutsack. "Take it, Tit Sis! Guzzle, guzzle, guzzle! Take every last
drop coming out of my motherfucking jizz pipe! Ohhhhhhh, fuck, but it feels so
goddamn good when the cum comes out! Fuuuuuuccckkkkkkkk! I'm glad Mom wasn't
home today, Hare! Ohhhhhhh, my weeeeee weeeeeeeeee feeeels gooooood!" And as
rapidly as his penis had begun to spit, it tapered its shots down to a dull leak
that finally ceased to dribble into big-boobed Harriet's empty stomach. Henry's
plumly sack felt a little lighter, but he knew there was more jism left in those
fuckers when the situation demanded it.

Harriet milked the last few drops of juice out of Henry's now dribbling cum
cannon, rhythmically coaxing the last of her breakfast penis pudding out of his
swollen shroom as she felt the heavy cream settle in her belly. Withdrawing her
hands from both her pussy and Henry's balls, she sighed contentedly as the last
of her orgasm subsided and she relaxed her mouth at last, allowing Henry's cock
to withdraw, making a loud 'pop' noise as the baseball-sized head exited her
thick DSL's.

"Mmmmm, baby brother, that was one hell of a breakfast! I should tell Mom to
stop buying yogurt at the store! You've got a motherfucking Dannon factory
inside those jizz generators! Mmmmm, nice and thick too!"

"Fuck, Hare, that throat of yours feels so damn good! It's like at an amusement
park with the big log ride sliding down the log flume! Of course, I've never
jizzed while I was on that ride before, except for that time you and Mom were
with me." Henry's voice was ragged as he spoke and he remained wide-eyed at how
literally long it had taken to evacuate his crazy-sized cock out of his sister's
generous throat. His wee wee, seconds ago a proud boney stalk boning his titan
titter sister's insides, began to soften and droop a bit and lower itself, like
a crane being brought down after doing its job. The legendary organ got a little
shorter, but it was bigger soft than most guys were when they were ragingly
erect. Harriet raised herself up from the bed, her bra-snapping heavy young
milkwagons doing a wobbly dance as she rose.

"Awwwwww, Henwy," Harriet affected a babyish voice as she tweaked each of her
doughy honkers that undulated mightily atop her shoulders and chest and then she
slid her rounded naked ass to sit on the edge of the bed. "Awwwww, your biggy
wiggy Dannon wee wee is goin' all SOFT! And just when I wanted to play with that
throathumper! Tee hee hee!"

"Fuck, Hare! Give a guy a few minutes to rest!" Henry said exhaustedly, his
breathing still ragged as he watched her digitally manhandle her boom booms
lasciviously. "I just squirted about a pint of cum into your stomach! There's
about 800 million of my potential children swimming around in there and you want
MORE? I mean, if you swallowed real hard, you might get pregnant! Ha ha!" he
laughed, feeling lightheaded and leaning momentarily to rest his back on
Harriet's dresser as his long stalk swung lengthily between his legs and he felt
a certain buoyancy in his sack. "You really are a jizz addict, aren't you, Sis?
Even mom isn't usually this cum-crazy, and I've seen that big-tittered bitch
suck off a whole construction crew in an afternoon! Of course, she also has fun
wearing a hard hat and a tool belt while giving head!"

"Tee hee! Well, I do come by it honestly, brother dearest. But it's not my
stomach I want more of your cum in right now. Fuck, no, Mean Wean. My titties
feel a little dry-skinned this morning, and I'm out of my lotion. I need you to
moisturize my milk-mams with your man missile! Now bring that big soldier back
over here and let's see if Sgt. Harriet can't make him stand to attention! Fuck,
but this is fun! Tee hee!"

Henry's big and potentially twelve-inch Mr. Wean swung, limply yet impressively
between his legs, his organ like a mighty white python, lanquid, but ready at
any time to jump up and attack an approaching pussy with a fuckly insertion of
hard gristle. He inched closer to his topless sister, her orbish udders swinging
jigglishly and powerfully, their nipples and areola puckered into erection, the
massive weight of her whoppers jarring jubilantly as she began to reach for
Henry's dangling and dormant ding-a-ling.

"Ohhhhhh, little bro, I want your big part and to feel that big long thick veiny
son of a motherfucking bitch in my little girly snatchy dent," Harriet
effusively swooned in a sexy and husky voice of seduction as she grasped his
sagging pole and lifted its mammoth trunk with her feminine fingers, letting
them slide over each thick vein that networked across his plump shaft as a chill
of sexual excitement shot through her big wobbling boobies, tingling across
every rippling inch of each boobah and into her cleavage and then it coursed
like lightning between her thighs. "Mmmmmmm, I can feel those big thick veins
that bring alllllll that blood so this big tree trunk can stand up like a big
glorious fuckin' pussy-poppin', hymen-bustin', motherfuckin' colossus! Tee hee!
Mmmmmm, I'm gonna rub this big meaty muscle of yours so good and hard, baby!
Fuck, but I love this prick!"

"Hare, I don't know if Mr. Wean is ready for a tug just yet.....ohhhhhhhhh, fuck
that feels good! My balls are still a little tender from that last orgasm. You
sucked about two full days worth of cum out of my nuts in one blast, Sis! I
mean, I'm not sure if I, ohhhhh FUCK it!" the younger Humper conceded, his
momentary hesitation completely evaporating under his sister's skillful hands,
which were now tightening their grip on his male member, his turgid tube slowly
thickening and lengthening as the blood began to return. "Who cares how sore my
balls are gonna be! Whooooo! Those hands of yours could tug the cum out of a
fuckin' eunuch! Alright, Hare! I think I can mix you up one more batch of baby
batter. Besides, I'd hate for anything to happen to the delicate sweet skin of
those beautiful feeders of yours! Just keep….OH YEAH! That's it! Keep tugging on
my monster johnson and I'll give you enough loin lotion to stock a beauty store
counter! Ohhhhhhhhhh!"

The H-cupped boob queen was happy to oblige her large-penised younger brother,
her hands beginning to stroke his cock with increasing vigor as his pecker
swelled ever more gloriously larger with horniness.

"Mmmmmm, I knew I could talk you into it. No man can resist a famous Humper hand
job, especially another Humper! Tee hee!" Harriet joked, supremely confident in
her ability to entice any man alive into sexual activity, her gargantuan breasts
alone capable of luring men into a libidinous frenzy. "Wee wee is growing! Wee
wee is growing! Do Henry's ballsies have another load saved up for my girls?
They're soooooooo parched right now and are in desperate need of a little liquid
refreshment. It's like the damn Sahara on my fuckin' titties, so I need you to
make it rain, baby!"

"Ooooooooo, Haaarrrieettt! Fucking holy titties, that feels good!" Henry grunted
as his dick grew fatter, thicker and longer until it was a hulkish twelve-inch
sisterfucking cunny-prober once again, only this time his giant wee wee was
going to do its fucky work out in the open air while his sister's talented hands
coaxed him to jizz on the third biggest set of titties he had ever seen,
fondled, bitten, sucked or fucked before. "Oh, Sissy-Tits, work the skin on that
hog, sweet titter girl, rub me good! Mmmmmm! Spit on my pee wee, Sis, do it! It
makes it feels so slippy, and glistening and shit! We can do the mac and cheese
technique where you saturate my fucking dick with your saliva so much that it
sounds like a big spoon being stuck into some hot mac and cheese. Mom and I used
to call it that back when she first started stroking my wee wee for me."

Harriet obeyed, opening and spitting again and again, once on his throbbing hard
penis and then once on her hand as it made a frothy lubricant that slipped her
fingers and palm even more quickly up and down his stalk; her titties, jarring
violently to and fro, tapped her chin and then smacked her lap as they jumped,
heavy, but springy and bouncy and able to jounce low, like real tits are able to
do, especially the big bra-busters like his stacked-to-the-fucking-ceiling
sister had.

Harriet's hand was now flying along Henry's fully erect and rock solid penis,
her movements aided by the copious amounts of her saliva which now coated
Henry's trouser snake from head to balls.

"Ha!" she laughed. "I remember overhearing Mom say that shit while you two were
in her room. She may have been talking about macaroni, but I knew she didn't
mean dinner! Then I started hearing Mom giving you one of those spit-shiny tugs
that was loud as fuck! Tee hee! You could wake the neighbors with that glossy
spit-shine!" Harriet joked, her gargantuan globes of goodness jiggling around
comically as she churned Henry's stalk like a colonial farmer making butter,
drawing increasingly desperate moans from her brother who was rapidly
approaching his second orgasm of the morning.

"Oooooooohhhhh, fuck, no, she wasn't talking about dinner! Although I did
usually end up serving her a hot serving of porridge afterwards! Hahahahaha! Oh,
yeah, that's it, Hare! Do that thing I like where you tickle the sensitive spot
underneath the head. OH! YEAH! That's it, baby! Gosh, you give even better tugs
than Grandma does, and that old bitch has half a century of experience!"

"Tee hee! Ol' Granny Juners may have taken a ride around the mattress a few
million motherfuckin' times more than me, but I'm a quick learner! Why do you
think I get straight A's in my classes?" she inquired, pausing to tap the head
of Henry's cock onto her swollen nipples and areola, sending ripples cascading
down the length of her titties as she did so, driving Henry even madder with
lust.

"Ohhhhh, well, I'm guessing it's because you've been blowing all your male
teachers since you were a sophomore, you jumbo-jugged slut!" Henry replied with
a laugh, amused at how easily his sister had set up such an obvious joke.

"That is bullshit, Henry!" Harriet stuck her tongue out at him in a silly way,
then gave his wee wee a sweet lick on its head that now shined with saliva and
then shook her juggies back and forth against his outstretched erect cock,
giving his member a dribbling with her big bouncer bazooms. "For the record,
I've been blowing all my male teachers since my freshman year. Off the record,
who can say for sure! Tee hee hee! Ohhhhh, Henry, look at the fuckin' pre-cum!
Oh, fuck, I love when all my spit-shinin' brings out the sticky stuff, the
pre-payola! Mmmmmm! Fuck, your cockhead is startin' to swell a little bit too."

"Ohhhhhh, Harriet, it tickles almost as good as a fuck," Henry admitted as he
now bucked his peter back and forth through the pool of saliva in her palm.
Ohhhh, he couldn't believe how good his big-bosomed sister's hands could make
him feel. "It's not gonna be, oh, oh, oh, oh, too long before a spit happens."

"Good! Cause I need a spitty, Henwy," Harriet affected a babyish reply, pleased
that her ministrations and mammifications were having the desired effect and
anxious to see the delicious cum shower she was eagerly looking forward to.
Sensing his imminent completion, Harriet maintained her current rapid stroking
cadence and stepped up the verbal encouragement, hoping to coach a nice big load
out of her brother's sack and onto her mountainous mounds of titmeat "Come on,
baby. I want to get a nice thick coat on my boobies so they get good and moist,
so I need you to really churn out that boy butter. Can you do that for me,
little brother? Can you summon up a good, sticky, creamy batch of that famous
Humper jizz? Think about how good it will feel to Mr. Wean when you shoot all
those hot ropes of jizzy-splashy out of that monster rod of yours and coat my
big ol' boobies with white, sticky, protein-rich, cum-squirtin' goodness. I know
how much you love watching me get covered in cum, Henry! Oooooooo,
Biiiigggggggg-In-The-Cock-Brother! Mmmmmmmm! Fuckin' think about how sexy it's
gonna look when that splooge of yours is dripping all down my cleavage and all
over my fucking nipples. Come on, baby! You can do that shit! You need to get
that sticky a-splishin' and a-splashin'! Tee hee! You need to get that cummy
a-wiftin' and a-waftin' outta that cock! Think about all those lovely tingly
sensations in your jumbo johnson right now. It HAS to feel so 'mmmmm, mmmmm,
good', Henry, down deep in your root. Isn't it going to feel even better when
that cock of yours starts spurting wave after wave of wee wee's spunk all over
my chest?" Harriet continued to pile on the filthy language and smirked as she
noticed Henry's balls tense up, a sure sign of his impending orgasm. Her sex
talk was working like a charm.

"Ohhhh, fuck yeah, Hare! I think this load might even be bigger than the one I
just shot down your throat! I can already feel the tinglies in my ballies and
down the base of my shaft!" he replied, moaning in between breaths as his pee
wee and his fat testicles began to bloat with pre-ejaculatory tension. "I'm
gonna baste those titties like a fucking Thanksgiving turkey, you cum-crazed
cocksucker! And you're right; I do love watching you get covered in jizz, even
if it's not mine. Ohhhhhh, fuck, yeah! Remember that time you sucked off Chuck
and his dad together in Mom's shower while she was away at that teacher's
conference, the one where she got expelled for flashing her knockers during her
speech on developmental education? Ha ha! Ohhhhh, stroke it! I was watching
through the peephole in my room and tugging my pecker the whole time! Watching
you get double-blasted by cock turned me on somethin' fierce! I squirted more
jizz onto my wall than Chuck and Richard did on your titties!"

"Tee hee hee! I knew you were watchin' that shit, Henry! Tee hee! Ohhhhhhhh, wee
wee, you are almost there, wee wee, yes, you are! Mmmmmm, wee wee, you are
dribbling! I know you are close, you hard motherfucker!" Harriet coaxed him,
making her watermelons beat up and down even crazier to turn him on as thick
strings of sticky jizz oozed out of his pee pee hole and into her palm as her
hand darted all the way up to encircle his head before sliding down the long
fire pole length prick to the very base next to his balls; his nuts swelled with
pre-ejaculatory tension and a pleasant ache oozed heavily into his tube, leading
inexorably to where all the pleasure would tingle the hardest, right at his
bulbous mushroom pee wee head. He was so close, and he could feel the catch in
his throat beginning and then the spots of light dancing before his eyes.

"Oh, Momma! Ohhhhhh, wee wee! Ohhhhhhhh, titties, this is it!"

And it was. Tensing his abs, Henry felt the first pulse of his orgasm swell
through his shaft as his balls tightened and the first blast of cum rocketed
through his urethra. Letting out an obscene moan, he smiled as the blast shot
out of his cockhead and splattered Harriet on the chin, the stream splitting in
half and streaking both sides of her face on the rebound.

"OOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!! FUCK, YEAH! Here comes the lotion, sis! Uhhhhhhhhhh, that
feels good!" he moaned as his second shot bolted out of the baseball-sized head
of his penis with even more force, this time hitting Harriet square in the neck
and ricocheting down onto the upper part of her oversized chest.

"OOOOOH, goody goody mother-lovin' cumdrops!" Harriet exclaimed like a kid on
Christmas morning, continuing to stroke her brother even harder, but now aiming
his cum-cannon further down in order to begin lathering up her titties with each
subsequent squirt. Beginning first with the right tit, Harriet squeezed a third
volley onto her mammary. This squirt was so substantial that it lasted a full
second in spitting duration as it coated about half of the upper slope of her
tit. Switching to her left jug, she stroked a fourth howitzer of semen directly
onto her silver-dollar sized areola, the cum splashing around it in a circle and
dripping down the rest of her luscious breast.

"Ohhhhhh, baby! Good! Good! Spit some more!" Harriet encouraged him, still
working the skin of his shaft, now mingled with the excess of his cum as the
fifth shot spit onto her cleavage and then split into the tiniest little flecks
of jism, almost like miniature snowflakes. "At least one squirtsie in my mouth
again, for tradition's sake. Spit in my mouth, Mr. Wee Wee!"

And Mr. Wee Wee did, twice in fact before Harriet squeezed and worked more of
his semen onto her bazoom boom booms, now saturated and glistening like the
Milky Way.

"Ohhhhh, Hare! Ohhhhhh, Mommy, it's still comin' out of me! Oh, Sis-Tits,
Sis-Tits!"

More of his seed leaped out of his peter and lodged in her hair, splashing down
onto a hanging tendril of her blonde mane, that highlighted her gorgeous and
cum-covered face and smiling lips that were slathered with his violent
discharge.

"Oh, goddamn it, my weeeeeeeeeee weeeeeeeeeeee!" Henry's stream had slowed to a
trickle now, but the spasms still streaked through his penis and Harriet now
worked her hand roughly down on it like a cow's udder, milking the last thick
dribbles of his spit-up onto her community chest. She rubbed her twin hilltops
back and forth against his stout member that was still covered with some of his
own expulsions that quickly made their way drippingly onto his sister's sweet
mammary mountaintops like the majority of the contents of his balls already had,
not counting the quart he had cannonballed down her gullet earlier.

"Ohhhhh my gooooodness, baby, you came soooooo much!" Harriet moaned, turned on
as fuck as his ejaculations stopped and she brought his cock to her mouth to
lick and suck the excess juice off of it. "You've filled my tummy and then
covered my fuckin' tits! I don't think a girl can ask for much more before
lunch! Tee hee!"

Henry, his breath now ragged with the force of his unbelievably intense orgasm,
struggled to speak between gusts of air. "Oh...…oh, fuck, Harriet. I didn't
think I still had anything left in my nuts, but it felt like I squirted even
more on your titties than I did in your throat earlier! I can't even decide
whether your blow jobs are better than your hand jobs sometimes! Oh, MAN that
felt un-fucking-believable!" he managed, his words trailing off as Harriet
smiled and finished stroking his cock with one hand as the other began to smear
and rub his copious load of semen all over both of her titties, even making sure
she gobbed his stickiness into her cleavage. The two teenagers remained facing
each other in silence for a minute, until the post-orgasmic tranquility was
interrupted by a familiar voice in the doorway.

"Hi, kids!" Hilda said cheerfully, waltzing through Harriet's open bedroom door,
her nearly 40-year-old set of saucy and heavy MILFy milkers sashaying under her
partially unbuttoned blouse that attempted to hold back the orbular onslaught.
She laughed audibly as she observed the absurd scene before her. Her two
offspring, naked as the day they were born, were recovering from the aftermath
of an obvious sexual encounter, her son Henry standing upright with his cock
nearly erect but now deflating, and her daughter Harriet on her knees with a
veritable beauty mask of semen coating her from forehead to abdomen. Most
parents would probably faint with horror at walking into such a sight, but for
the Humper household, this was just another Saturday morning.

"I'd ask you kids how you were enjoying the day while I was out grading papers
and fellating principals and having students give me breast exams and typical
teacher shit like that, but from the look of things it's obvious the answer is
'pretty motherfuckin' well!' Tee hee hee hee!" Hilda tittered, pleased that the
two siblings had managed to find a way to entertain themselves that utilized
whopping weenies and globe-sized gazoombas. "Golly, Harriet, you look like
someone hit you in the face with a semen pie! Yummy! Is that all from one
orgasm!"

"Hi, Mom! Well, technically this is all from Henry's second squirtsies. His
first spit-up went directly right the fuck down my throat! Tee hee! Your son
woke me up this morning by shoving his cock in my mouth while sitting on top of
my tits like those big therapeutic inflatable doughnuts! Tee hee! And then he
straddled my face while I hung my head over the edge of the bed, stuck his dick
in my throat and fucked my mouth like a two-dollar whore!" Harriet announced
with a smile, her face glistening like a fresh glazed donut with the remnants of
Henry's explosion that now coated her blonde hair and most importantly, her
bazoom balloons. "Mmmmmmm! And Momma, it was a nice creamy load, too. I didn't
even have to make breakfast this morning! Tee hee! It was mouth-watering, and
might I add, throat-stickying!"

"That's fucking wonderful! I love to see you two have so much fun with your big
parts, your most important parts, your Humper parts," Hilda Humper said, coyly
unbuttoning her blouse and tossing it to the floor, her Hindenburg juggernaut
J-cuppers heavily squeezing against their powerful entrapments. She doffed her
brassiere. These articles were followed, unceremoniously and without hesitation,
by her skirt and panties. The elder Humper winked at Henry, jutted her hilly
hooters in his direction, and then grabbed his softening wee wee that was still
covered with his sister's saliva and gave it several gratuitous and obligatory
strokes. "Now Henry, for your wee wee's third act, he gets to cram his big ol'
noggin right the fuck up your tittie momma's cunny and hump her till she squeals
and he squirts down her pink mommy chimney."

Hilda released his dick abruptly and threw her bust-laden body onto her back,
spreading her thighs and pushing her boobser twinsies together suggestively as
they pointed towards the ceiling. She wanted wee wee, bad.

"Oh, well," Henry stated with coolness, looking down at his rapidly inflating
slab of cock as it began to stand and he smiled when he felt his balls reliably
plump again with the refilling of his cum reserves, then beamed as he stared at
his mother's proud Humper teats and her splayed legs which displayed her pink
pussy of paradise, the sweet box he had come in so many times before. He shook
his head as he slid into his mother's personal space and let his hands rest atop
her mammaries. "It seems a wee wee's work is never done."


THE END

"Teacher's Pet"

THE HUMPERS ARE FUCKING BACK!
Here is a brand new story from a long-time friend of this venue who is also a
colossal writing talent in his own right. Please welcome Dr. Mojo to the Humper
big-boobed braintrust!

Those insatiable and overendowed familial fuckers Hilda and Henry Humper star
in:
"Teacher's Pet"
Written by Dr. Mojo
Edited by Victor C. Nathan


"Okay, students," Hilda Humper said with her trademark lilt and giggle to her
second period English class. "Today we are going to be discussing Hamlet, one of
William Shakespeare's most famous plays."

Her announcement of the day's lecture sent a wave of heavy sighs throughout the
male students in the class, partially because of the boring subject matter, but
mostly because of the libido-raising effect she regularly had on any and all men
who happened to be in her presence. Today was no exception, particularly for one
student in particular, her beloved 18-year-old son Henry. He was sitting in the
front row and having a very difficult time concentrating while faced with his
mother's boner-inducing body, which today was clad in a knee-length grey pencil
skirt topped with a half-buttoned dark blue oxford shirt which exposed nearly a
foot of eye-popping, mouth-watering cleavage to view. Hilda's inadequately sized
blouse was stretched so taut over the gargantuan globes of goodness that adorned
her chest that each button seemed to be hanging on for dear life. She stood tall
on a pair of patent leather high heels, and her golden hair was pulled tight
into a bun which complemented her simple but modern schoolmarm glasses, giving
her the classic "hot for teacher" look that so many school boys have lusted
after over the years. And Henry, unlike the other boys in the class, was also
aware that under her somewhat conservative attire Hilda was wearing a black silk
thong and matching demi-bra, which encased her massive J-cup globes of titflesh
and provided just enough support to allow them to bounce seductively with each
step she took around the classroom.

The situation of Henry being distracted by his bodaciously busty mother's
feminine assets was nothing new. After all, he had been regularly and openly
masturbating to her since hitting puberty. Almost every man in town had at some
point shot a wad of cum onto Hilda's breasts, and those who hadn't yet done so
had certainly jacked off while thinking about them. Henry Humper was no
exception. Growing up in the Humper household had exposed the impressionable
young man to better masturbatory fodder than any porn studio could produce, with
his J-cupped wet dream of a mother freely wandering around the house topless or
naked, giving her son ample views of her prodigious bosom. The sight of her
jiggling chest charms, pink nipples hypnotically bouncing around as she did
housework, would drive Henry's raging teenage hormones into a frenzy of lust.
He'd quickly have to sprint up to his room to relieve himself, fist flying along
his pecker as he mentally pounded the shit out of one of his mother's orifices.
Hilda, for her part, was very accommodating to her horny son's teenage needs and
went out of her way to provide him with as much spank bank material as possible.
She drilled a hole in the wall that separated his bedroom from her shower so
that Henry could jerk his meat while she bathed and soaped up her titanic
titties, and one year for his birthday made a custom nudie calendar of herself
so that Henry could hang it on his wall and pleasure himself freely to her image
when she wasn't at home. At Christmas time, Henry would receive little care
packages from his grandmother June, gift sets that typically included "home
movies" of her getting her brains fucked out by one of the many sex partners she
enjoyed at the farm. Hilda always made sure her son had the best fantasy fodder
with which to spank his meat; for other boys this might mean Playboy or internet
movies, but for the Humpers it was porn featuring their own family members.
Hilda would even let Henry masturbate during the daily breastfeedings he enjoyed
until the age of sixteen, squealing and offering motherly encouragement as the
horny teenager wildly spanked his meat and finally shot his cum all over
whichever nipple he was not suckling on at the time, as well as the rest of her
breast, and occasionally her face.

But his desire had skyrocketed in the last few months after a very momentous
change in their relationship. While previously they were mostly only mother and
son (the occasional wee wee tug notwithstanding), the two of them had been
fucking like rabbits since the previous August, when Henry had returned from
spending the summer at his grandmother June's farm (which the Humpers
affectionately referred to as "Wee Wee Camp"). Whereas before that fateful
summer, Hilda had maintained a purely motherly relationship with her darling
son. Upon his arrival back home, she had decided to share everything with him -
specifically, her pussy, mouth, and enormous breasts, all of which instantly
became a wonderful set of familial fucktoys for Henry to pleasure his wee wee
with. Hilda had even convinced Harriet to share her own glorious body with her
little brother, and the top-heavy teenage trollop was only happy to oblige.

The introduction of their regular, wanton familial coitus is what had ultimately
led Henry to his current predicament. He had become used to a nearly constant,
marathon schedule of mind-blowing sex from his buxom maternal parent during
their free weeks together at the end of summer vacation. However, their trysts
had, by necessity, been severely reduced in frequency since the school year had
begun and their daily schedules had become quite busy. This had limited their
carnal couplings to a quick hump upon waking up in the morning before school, a
hand job in the car in the parking lot before first period, a wee wee wash in
Hilda's office during lunchtime, and a pair of fuck sessions at home before
dinner and bed. For most couples, this would have been considered an obscenely
frequent amount of sex, but for the Humpers, it was practically abstinence. And
compared to the near-constant rate of intercourse they had enjoyed each day
before the year began, it was like going through withdrawals. Their new policy
of mother-son humping had taken Henry's candle flame of sexual desire for Hilda
and stoked it into a raging inferno. Being forced to sit through an hour long
lecture given by the object of his carnal desire, without being able to ravage
her at will, was driving him practically mad with lust.

"The narrative of this story takes place in a fictionalized version of medieval
Denmark where………." Hilda absentmindedly continued her lecture, but also was
distracted with sexual frustration. The demands of her classes had limited the
time she had been able to spend with her younger child and new favorite sex
partner, and the separation was taking its toll. Hilda had lately tried to
supplement her wee wee diet by fucking Principal Johnson, Kenny Long, and a
handful of other random students she bumped into throughout the day, and always
enjoyed the buffet of dick that was available to her at Taft and Adams High
School. But she saw her time between the sheets with Henry as something special,
and not just because of his incomparable twelve-inch slab of horsecock, the
organ which had provided Hilda with countless orgasms during their short time as
lovers. Despite his fully developed body and maturing personality, he was still
her special little boy, and Hilda was still a doting mother, only now her doting
extended to his cock and balls as well. Her decision to welcome Henry into her
bed was the culmination of eighteen years of raising a perfect son, and the
feeling of him ejaculating his seed deep into the same womb that had given him
life gave Hilda a tingling in her heart as well as her cunny. Having to cut back
on her beloved romps with her son was taking its toll on Hilda emotionally, as
well as deep within the recesses of her well lubricated honeypot. She had even
visited the school counselor for therapy, who joked that Hilda was suffering
from a perverted (and eighteen-years-too-late) case of post-partum depression.

Pausing to think about the recent events, Hilda turned towards her boy and
noticed him squirming uncomfortably in his desk. It was a sight she was quite
familiar with, having seen Henry many times in his younger days attempting to
bottle up his horniness in her presence, gawking at her titanic sacks of
titflesh and waiting for whatever mundane family activity they were doing to end
so he could excuse himself and masturbate in his room. Hilda even chuckled to
herself recalling one incident when her prudish sister Beth had visited for
dinner, forcing Henry and his sister Harriet to be on their strictest behavior
due to Beth's puritanical sensibilities. Harriet decided to tease poor Henry at
the table by slyly moaning and showing him her ample cleavage. By the end of the
meal the poor boy became practically paralyzed with sexual frustration, forcing
a concerned Hilda to relieve his suffering by secretly taking him into the
kitchen and jerking him off, his overstrained cock spraying nearly a cup of baby
batter onto her face and gargantuan gazongas. Henry's delayed release had
produced an ejaculation so powerful that the intensity of it literally knocked
him unconscious and he had to be carried to his room to rest.

It was this memory that gave her a naughty idea. Walking over to Henry's desk
with a seductive sway in her hips, Hilda stood in front of the boy and decided
to work him up a little bit during the few minutes that remained in the class
session.

"Henry Humper?" she asked her boy, cocking one hip to the side and batting her
eyelashes mock-innocently.

Henry's words came out stammered and halting: "Yes, Mommy-Boobs? I mean, yes,
Mommy? Fuck! I mean, yes, MISS HUMPER?"

The entire class erupted in laughter and snickers at Henry's slip of the tongue,
in which he had revealed one of the many sexual pet names the two had developed
over the years for one another. The poor boy's face turned beet red with
embarrassment as he realized he had been caught openly daydreaming about his
mom's mountainous mammaries in front of his classmates.

"What was the question?"

Hilda cleared her throat with mock authority and repeated herself: "We were
discussing the Oedipal subtext behind Hamlet's relationship with his mother."

Hilda's reference to the incestuous themes of the famous Shakespearean play hit
very close to home, as was her intention, exacerbating Henry's horniness and
making him increasingly flustered. Not even looking his mother in the face, his
eyes glued to the two swaying sacks of succulent sweater meat before him, Henry
stammered out his words: "I—I—ah—Hamlet – he this secret desire to fuck – I mean
– he had an unfulfilled fondling – I mean, FONDNESS – for his mom…."

The other students in the class were practically dying with laughter at this
point at Henry's transparent Freudian slips, but Hilda only smirked at the
situation, maintaining the ruse of professionalism in the hopes of driving her
boy even crazier.

"Henry, is everything alright? Are you feeling okay?" she remarked in an
academic tone. "You don't need to see the nurse, do you?"

Henry felt like his head was going to burst with embarrassment, but the redness
in his face was nothing compared to that of his wee wee, to which his mother's
teasing was causing a raging hard-on. He whimpered like a dog in heat as he
stared at her bazongas, wanting to simultaneously suck and fuck them. Henry's
testosterone-flooded brain was reeling with memories of the countless hours he
had spent fondling his mother's flesh melons. In his short eighteen years of
life, he had collectively squirted his own body weight in semen onto those
glorious sweater puppies, whether it was in reality or just during one of his
many adolescent masturbatory fantasies. Hilda had the kind of breasts that
begged to be covered in jizz, with acres of creamy flesh just waiting for a load
big enough to properly coat them. Henry even joked one evening while he was
giving his mother a pearl necklace that he felt like Jackson Pollock, an artist
splattering gobs of sticky liquid onto the canvas of her cantaloupes and
creating his own masterpiece of orgasmic insanity.

Henry finally snapped out of his daydreaming just long enough to squeak out a
response to her query: "No, Mom, I mean, Miss Humper. I'm fine."

But Hilda was not done yet. "Are you sure? Let me feel your forehead," she said,
pressing the back of her hand gently below his hairline and simultaneously
bending over at the waist, lowering her chest point-blank into Henry's field of
vision.

Hilda's younger child was now faced with a front row view of Hilda's endless
acres of boobflesh, which were practically pouring out of her half-open top like
two watermelon-sized mounds of warm butter. It was a sight that Henry had seen
hundreds of times before, but the current circumstances left him entranced by it
like he was a boy looking at his first Playboy centerfold. He stared deep into
his mother's shirt for what seemed like an eternity, visually savoring every
rounded inch of the creamy flesh that had caused thousands of erections over the
years, both for him and for every man in town. He could even see the tops of the
silk black demi-bra he had seen her put on after their morning sex session, and
the angle of her torso allowed just a hint of her pink areola to peek out of the
fabric.

Hilda lingered at Henry's forehead, knowing full well that her contrived
"inspection" of him for signs of fever was giving him enough visual stimulation
to put his cock into overdrive. She even leaned her head a bit to the side to
steal a glance at his crotch from under the desktop, and smirked as she saw the
rock-hard outline of his twelve-inch monster straining against the top button of
his jeans. Her plan was going perfectly.

"Well, your forehead is a little flushed, but I don't think you have a fever,"
she said in mock relief. "But I would like you to stay for a minute after
class."

She stood up and walked back to her desk, shaking her ass maddeningly from side
to side as she did so, causing her boy to emit an audible groan of lust. Henry
slumped in his chair as the other students continued their teasing.

"Ooooooooh, Henry's in trouble with Mommy!" said Missy Cummings, one of
Harriet's friends and an occasional fuck buddy of Henry's. "Maybe she should
give you a spanking after class!"

"Yeah, why don't you and Miss Humper get a room, Henry!" added Mabel Chester.
"Or do the two of you already spend enough time in her bedroom at home?" she
added with a cackle as the other kids continued laughing.

"Alright kids, that's enough," Hilda said as the ending bell for the period rang
and the students began getting up to head to their next class. "Remember to read
chapter four of the textbook for Thursday. Oh, and Chuck, could you please grab
my pink lace bra and bring it to class tomorrow? I left it on the floor of your
Dad's bedroom over the weekend. Tee hee. Bye, kids! Have a good rest of the
day!"

Smiling at the kids as they filed out of the room, Hilda smirked at the fact
that every single male student did not even glance above her neck, their eyes
instead trying to steal a glance at the mountainous mams that their lucky
classmate had enjoyed up close for so long during class. As the kids finished
shuffling out, Hilda closed the door to her classroom and walked back over to
her boy.

"Poopsie, is everything okay?" she said, dropping her professional demeanor and
reverting to their home demeanor. "You look like the cat that ate the canary!"

Finally at his breaking point, but free from the teasing of his classmates,
Henry verbally exploded. "Please, Mom! No more teasing! For the love of God, I
feel like I'm going to squirt my brain into my pants! I can't take it anymore!
Please! Fuck me or suck me or tug me or lick me or let me put my schlong between
your boobies or something! My balls feel like a pair of motherfucking boiling
tea kettles! I need to jizz right fucking now or I swear they're going to
burst!"

Hilda laughed at her boy's torrent of libidinous exclamations, but also felt a
twinge of guilt for having brought him to such a sexually aggravated state.

"Awww, my poor sweet wee wee baby," she said softly. Lifting the desktop in
front of Henry and putting it to the side, Hilda sat in her boy's lap, his
throbbing johnson rubbing achingly against the rapidly-moistening spot on her
skirt that marked the entrance to her promised land, her velvety soft but
vice-tight vagina. "Was the view you had of Mommy's boobie twins too much to
bear?" she asked, squeezing her arms together inwards towards her chest and
causing her ludicrously large honkers to swell up and out of her shirt, adding
nearly six inches to the already obscene length of cleavage she was previously
displaying.

Henry gave her a look of brief but genuine annoyance. "Are you kidding?" he
said, already starting to plant kisses on the top part of her fleshy funbags and
reaching his left hand into her bra to tweak one of her nipples. "It took every
ounce of restraint I had not to bury my face in your milk missiles and motorboat
the shit out of you in front of everyone! How could you shove those puppies into
my face right in the middle of class? It's not fair to tease me like that!" He
was beginning to pout now.

Hilda moaned softly as she enjoyed the manual manipulation of Henry's fingertips
on the now rock-hard nub of her right nipple. "Don't worry, sweetie. Mommy's
gonna take care of you. You know I'd never tease you that much without giving
you some relief, don't you? It's all part of the plan, honeycock. My next class
won't arrive for another ten minutes, so why don't we just fuck on my desk,
baby? With all the priming I've done to that rocket engine cock of yours, I
figure we've got about T-minus 60 seconds before you blast off into my inner
space, tee hee! What do you say, motherfucker? Wanna take Mommy for a joyride in
the classroom! I promise it'll be a hell of a lot more fun than a boring lecture
on Shakespeare." Hilda reassured her boy by rubbing the front of his pants,
starting to get almost as turned on as he was due to both the anticipation of
what lay ahead and from Henry's soft flicking of her areola.

Henry didn't have to be told twice. Pushing his mother off of his lap, he stood
up hastily, grabbed an end of Hilda's shirt with each hand where they met in the
middle of her chest, and in one swift motion ripped the garment open. A shower
of buttons flew across the room as the two halves of the fabric separated,
revealing a pair of bra-encased orbs of titflesh that jiggled erotically with
the force of Henry's act. Now free from the confines of her blouse, the tops of
her bra-clad honkers rippled and jiggled like two massive cups of Jell-O. Some
men would be paralyzed with lust at the sight of Hilda's hemisphere honkers
bouncing so erotically in her bra, but Henry was determined to get her
completely naked before ravaging her. Pulling Hilda roughly to him by the waist,
Henry buried his face in her canyon of cleavage as his free hand reached behind
her to undo the clasps of her industrial strength black silk brassiere that held
on for dear life against the payload of mammary mass that swelled against it.
Hilda was mildly annoyed at her son's thoughtless destruction of her blouse in
the heat of his passion, but also incredibly turned on at the rough treatment
she was receiving at his hands. It was only fair, she conceded, considering how
much she had teased Henry during her class lecture. Besides, she always kept a
few spare changes of clothes in her desk in case of such emergencies. At least
one of Hilda's school outfits per week typically ended up with a large cum stain
on it as the result of the frequent blowjobs, tugs, titfucks, and copulation
sessions she engaged in during school hours, be it with the principal, janitor,
or one of her students. Hilda had therefore learned over the years to always be
prepared.

Shrugging her arms out of the remains of her blouse, Hilda cradled Henry's head
to her bosom and reached behind her to unzip the back of her pencil skirt while
her son moaned into her cleavage. Stepping out of the discarded lower garment,
Hilda temporarily pushed Henry's head off of her swollen mams so that she could
finish undoing the rear clasp of her brassiere, which quickly joined her skirt
in a pile on the floor. She was now completely naked save for her black silk
thong and matching leather pumps. Henry took a minute to savor the image before
him. There stood Hilda, a wet dream come to life. Tracing her figure with his
eyes, he looked slowly up from her high heel-clad feet, past her smooth, toned
legs to the supple lines of her meaty thighs and outrageously curvy hips framed
by the black underwear which was now soaked with her desire. Then his eyes
drifted up to paradise, Hilda's most famous asset, her defining physical
characteristic: her enormous J-cup breasts, now completely bare and standing at
attention. They jutted out from her chest like a pair of comically overinflated
water balloons, but showed surprisingly little sag for a 38-year-old mother of
two. In fact, in many ways Hilda still had the tits of a 20-year old, firm,
smooth and bouncy, with pink silver-dollar sized areolas topped by rock-hard
nipples that practically begged to be sucked. Henry stared at these objects of
desire, slack-jawed, for what seemed like an eternity. This was far from the
first time he had seen them in the buff; after all, Hilda had breast-fed Henry
until he was sixteen, was never shy about being nude in front of her children,
and had been fucking Henry for months, giving him ample opportunity to enjoy
them. But the sight of her bodacious bags of fun-flesh never ceased to amaze and
arouse him, even after all these years.

Hilda noticed that her boy was a bit distracted, so she decided to take some
initiative and slid her black silk thong over her tight but equally oversized
ass and down her legs, kicking them off with the rest of their clothes. Taking a
seductive step toward him, she began to rub his rock-hard erection through the
fabric of his jeans as she deftly unbuttoned his shirt with her free hand.
Sticking her tongue into his ear, she said in a breathy whisper, "Come on,
poopsie. Aren't you ready for some fucky? I thought baby had to jizz something
fierce? Let's get down to business!"

Henry snapped out of his daze, helping his mother remove the rest of his shirt
and undoing his own belt and pants zipper, pulled his jeans and boxers down in
one swift motion. Mother and son were now standing together, naked as the day
they were born, and Hilda took an opportunity to whistle at her boy's raging
twelve-inch boner, which was red with engorged blood and pointing up towards
Hilda at a 45-degree angle. Hilda wrapped a dainty, manicured hand around
Henry's jumbo Johnson and gave it a few soft strokes, eliciting an animal growl
of yearnful lust. Hilda could easily have ended her overstimulated son's
suffering right then and there with one of her expert hand jobs, but she didn't
want to send him over the edge before he had a chance to shove it deep into her
pussy.

"Alright, poopsie, you were very patient with Mommy-Boobs, so here's your just
reward." Hilda scooted her voluptuous ass onto the edge of her desk, swiping her
arm behind her and knocking a week's worth of ungraded papers to the floor.
Reclining onto her back, she put her legs straight into the air and rubbed the
entrance to her pussy with a come-hither motion, encouraging Henry to begin the
task at hand as her hooters spread out across her chest like shooting targets,
her perky pink nipples beckoning him like fleshy bulls-eyes. "Come on, baby,
ready when you are!"

Henry immediately got himself into position, his cock and balls aching for
release within the sweet confines of his mother's palace of pleasure, her pussy.
Placing her legs atop his shoulders, he maneuvered the mushroom tip of his wee
wee to the outer folds of her labia and drove his twelve-inch shaft into her,
sliding all the way to the hilt in one smooth motion.

"Ohhhhhhhhh, fuck, that feels like heaven," he groaned, his cock finally
returning to his favorite place in the world as if it had been gone for years,
even though he had last entered Hilda's love canal mere hours earlier. "Fuck,
your pussy feels so tight!" Henry exclaimed, already enjoying the pleasurable
sensations that his mother's slick velvet tunnel was providing his trouser
snake.

Hilda chuckled at the comment. "Oh, OH! YES! I don't think it's tightness, baby.
It's fullness. Even the loosest two-dollar whore would feel tight if her cunny
was wrapped around that - OH! OH! - monster you're packing down there, donkey
dick!"

Henry was too focused on getting his rocks off to respond to her complement.
Picking up the pace, he started driving into the over-stacked blonde hussy
writhing below him with long strokes, pulling his cock out nearly to the head
and then pounding all twelve inches of his man-meat back into her pussy with the
impatience of a horny frat boy. He had no time for pleasantries anymore; the
strain in his balls was too much to bear and he desperately needed to blow a
load as soon as possible.

"Uh! Uh! Oh, fuck! Fuckity fuck fuck fuuuuuuck me, baby! That's it! Slam that
salami into my pussy! Come on, baby! Faster! Faster! Give me a good fuck and
then empty your nuts into me!" Hilda moaned, gleefully beginning to catch up to
her son's off-the-charts level of sexual arousal.

As the intensity of Henry's thrusts matched that of his horniness, Hilda's
bazooka boobs began jiggling, then bouncing around like wayward cannonballs, her
pencil eraser nipples tracing invisible figure eights in front of her chest, and
the tops of her titflesh slapping her on the chin. Henry was not oblivious to
the awesome sight before him, the hotness of it literally making him drool and
pound her pussy even harder. He wanted to lean down and suck as much of her
breasts as he could into his mouth and suckle like a hungry baby, but did not
want to lose this incredible visual that was driving him mad. He settled by
placing his palms atop each nipple, kneading Hilda's pillowy paps like bread
dough while he fucked her. Henry was so transfixed by the mother lodes of
mammary marshmallow jiggling below him that he could practically hear their
contents sloshing around like a pair of milk jugs. The thrusting cadence of the
two family fuckers had reached a steady cruising speed at this point, with a
loud, rhythmic slapping sound beginning to echo inside the classroom as the back
of Hilda's thighs bore Henry's pelvic onslaught, his smoothly shaved nutsack
bouncing roughly against her ass. The elder Humper reached one of her delicately
manicured hands around and tickled his baseball-sized jizz-generators with her
long red fingernails, a move that she knew was one of Henry's favorites and
would help quickly drive her son over the edge into the orgasmic abyss.

"OOHHH! Shit, Mommy-Tits! That feels so fucking good to my plum sack! That's it,
baby! Tickle my balls, you big-tittied slut! Oh, yeah! Now tug on them a little
bit! YES! YES! Oh, fuck, YES!" Henry was beginning to round the corner now, but
still enjoyed every minute of the ride.

Hilda coached her son further towards his climax by tweaking one of her silver
dollar-sized nipples with a free hand and matching his horny words with her own
tawdry torrent of filthy sex talk: "You like that, baby? You like it when Mommy
tugs on your ballies as you fuck her? I can't wait to feel those cum coconuts
churning up and down when you shoot your load! That's it sweetiekins! Fuck me!
Fuck me! FUCK ME! YES! YESSS! HARDER! Slam that ramrod into my pussy, you
big-dicked stud son of mine! I want to feel every inch of that glorious staff of
yours pummeling my poon like there's no fucking tomorrow! Yes! YES! YESSSSSS!
MORE! MORE! HARDER! HARDER! FUUUUUUCK MEEEEE!!!!!!"

The two intergenerational lovers must have lost track of time, because in the
midst of their coitus some students from Hilda's next class session were
arriving a few minutes before the bell rang to take their seats. Henry and Hilda
continued their wanton walloping of each other's genitals, completely oblivious
to the sound of the classroom doorknob turning and the din of conversation as
the door opened. In her haste to get her son naked and fucking her as fast as
possible, she had neglected to lock it. Bunnie Mounts, Kenny Long, and Denny
Fuckerfaster, who had arrived together from another class, were chatting
absentmindedly as they opened the door and heard the unmistakable moan of Hilda
reaching orgasm, her girlish voice a mess of unintelligible orgasmic expletives:
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! I love fuckity fuck! It feels so good when you tingle
my cunny wunny, baby! I'm COMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!" the top-heavy teacher
exclaimed with her eyes squinted shut, unaware that she and her son now had an
audience.

Surveying the writhing mess of naked bodies on the desk before them, the three
teens laughed and sighed. Walking in on Hilda Humper's class to find her naked
with a man between her legs was not an uncommon sight for the students at Taft
and Adams High School. Hell, Denny and Kenny themselves had each been that man
in question on several occasions. The unspoken protocol for a student who walked
in on one of Ms. Humper's trysts was that they would usually quietly excuse
themselves and return after a few minutes. But this time they could sense
something was different, and they continued to peer around the partially open
door to investigate further.

"Damn," Kenny remarked in a whisper. "Chuck Dicker is sure giving it hard to
Miss Humper. You'd think that with Harriet's mouth practically glued to his
cock, he wouldn't even have the time."

Denny laughed at his remark, but Bunnie had a skeptical look on her face.
"Ummmmm, I don't think that's Chuck Dicker," she said truthfully, the sound of
Hilda's incomprehensible moaning still reverberating in the background. "Chuck's
dick is not that long."

The two male students noticed on each backstroke the full twelve inches of the
cock currently pummeling their teacher, and concurred with Bunnie's assessment.

"Principal Johnson?" suggested Denny.

"No, Principal Johnson doesn't shave his balls," the big-breasted teenager
replied.

Neither boy saw fit to argue with Bunnie's comments, knowing full well that her
extensive experience with the proposed candidates' bodies made her
well-qualified to dismiss them as possibilities.

"Hmm…" Kenny pondered for a moment, genuinely curious who the mystery man
currently dicking his favorite English teacher was, but unable to tell since the
hunched-over man's back was to the group, obscuring his face.

Just then, the three teens noticed another two of their classmates, identical
twins Sally and Suzie Cupps, and pulled them over for a consult. The two girls
were headed off to gym class, their enormous double-F cup whoppers straining the
fabric of the school's undersized issued tank tops that served as the class
attire.

"Hey, guys," Kenny whispered to the pair, casually honking each girl's boobs in
turn. "Who is that fucking Miss Humper? Is it Sean Blowbody?"

"No, Sean has a birthmark on his right ass cheek," the two girls replied in
perfect unison, momentarily trading guilty glances and red faces as they
simultaneously admitted their intimate knowledge of the same boy, but now fully
invested in helping their classmates solve the mystery.

The students sat in silence for a few moments, mentally checking off the list of
potential answers to this quandary and listening to the continuing orgasmic
wailing that their teacher was exhibiting at the moment. However, before any
further discussion could take place, Hilda revealed the identity of her lover to
the watching onlookers with an ecstatic exclamation. "OH, FUCK! YES, KEEP
WORKING THAT G-SPOT, HENRY!"

All five of the students' jaws dropped as they heard the name, and they
immediately looked at each other to confirm that they had not individually been
mistaken. "HENRY?!?!?!" they simultaneously said loudly, their surprise
betraying their previous attempts to remain hidden.

"Holy shit! That's Henry!" Denny exclaimed. "Henry's fucking his mom! Right here
on her desk! That's so fucked up!" The other four kids murmured amongst
themselves, giggling and pointing at the incestuous coupling that had now been
exposed.

The students' outbursts from the hall outside finally made Henry and Hilda aware
that they were no longer alone, and Henry exclaimed "Mom, oh shit!", quickly
glancing behind him to confront his audience, but too close to orgasm to pull
out of his mother or even stop thrusting. His need for release was simply too
great at this point to be thwarted by his classmates teasing. Red-faced at being
exposed, he attempted to gesture and wave at his classmates to leave but
continued to groan and pant with sexual stimulation, all the while never ceasing
to thrust into his top-heavy mother at full speed, desperate to unload his balls
after so much teasing.

Hilda, for her part, did not seem the slightest bit embarrassed at this sudden
public revelation that she was in fact lovers with her son, and simply continued
to enjoy her climax at the hands of Henry's still rock-hard plowing tool that
was driving her pussy into orgasmic oblivion. Grabbing Henry's face with one
hand and twisting it back around to face her, she gave him an impromptu pep
talk. "Sweetie, don't be embarrassed. The only thing `fucked up' about what
we're doing is how - OH! OH! YES! - FUCKing good it feels when you slap and
tickle my clitty with your jumbo johnson. Denny and Kenny are just jealous that
it's not them currently driving their wee wees into Hilda's pussy, baby! And
Bunnie and her friends just wish they could be in my place right now, bent
backwards over my desk enjoying some deep dicking from the biggest pussy-pleaser
in town! Just ignore those party poopers and fuck, fuck, FUCK ME! OH! BABY! YES!
COME TO MOMMA! BRING THAT WEE WEE ALL THE WAY HOME! You came out of this womb,
so it's only fitting that you come IN it too! Tee hee!"

Henry stared into his mother's eyes, hips bucking, sweat beginning to pour off
his forehead, taking her encouraging words to heart. "You're right, Mommy. I
mean, I've - OH! OH! YEAH! - already told most of my buddies about what we've
been doing, so word was bound to get out eventually. I guess I just didn't
expect it to happen during third period in front of a crowd of people while I
was inside you up to my nuts and about to jizz in your fuck box! Speaking of
jizz, I'm almost ready to give you some! OH, BABY! HERE IT COMES! IT'S COMING
SOON TO A PUSSY NEAR YOU!" Henry exclaimed, speeding quickly towards the finish
line.

Seeing that the two familiar fuckers before them were at ease with their unusual
but clearly pleasurable arrangement, the group of onlookers dropped their
teasing and instead cheered Henry and Hilda on, accepting the situation as
merely another extension of the Humpers' famously debaucherous lifestyle.

"Wooo!" Kenny yelled. "Fuck that pussy, Henry! Show your mom what she gave you!
Ha ha ha ha!"

"Hell, yeah!" added Bunnie. "Take that dick, Miss Humper! Tee hee hee! He's
fucking you way harder than he's ever fucked me! I wish I could get me some of
that!"

The students continued to clap, whistle, and cheer the two lovers on, pausing
only to convince other people passing by in the hall to join in on the
spectating, which wasn't difficult since Hilda and Henry's obscene lovemaking
had become so loud that it could be heard in every classroom in that side of the
school, and the new additions to the crowd were more than curious to witness the
event for themselves. Henry was thrusting into his mother like a madman, his
hips and buttocks pistoning with the frantic rhythm of a runaway locomotive
engine.

Finally, the dam broke and the 18-year-old motherfucker could hold out no
longer. Groaning like a drunken caveman, he reared his head back in
pre-ejaculatory bliss and planted his twelve-inch power tool balls deep into his
overstacked mommy's snatch as the familiar orgasmic tingling sensations began
rising up his shaft towards the head. Hilda knew her boy's completion was
imminent, her experience fucking literally thousands of different men teaching
her the cues of a man's point of no return.

"That's it, sweetie-cock!" she cooed. "Shoot that seed all over the inside of my
cunny! Come on, baby, think about how good it will feel when you get all that
sticky baby batter out of that overfilled nutsack of yours! Do it, baby! Paint
my pussy white! Shoot it! Shoot it now! Come! Coooommmme!"

Like a maternal decree, Hilda's words triggered a release that rivaled any she
had seen or felt from Henry before. "UUUUUUUUUUUNGGGGGHHHH!!!!!!!!!" he
screamed, the first blast of cum rocketing out of his urethra and splattering
the back of Hilda's cervix, followed by another, and another, and another, each
squirt even more powerful and pleasurable than the last. The horse-hung
18-year-old was delirious with orgasmic joy, his face a twisted jumble of
expressions as he continued squirting a veritable ocean of semen into his
38-year-old mother's pussy, some of it already leaking out and dribbling onto
the top of her desk. Henry's penile ejaculations at this point were only rivaled
by the verbal ones coming out of his mouth, his words a nonsensical orgy of
cursing and orgasmic wailing:  "Oh, fuck! OH, FUCK! UGHHHH! I'm shooting a
motherfucking gallon of baby batter into your love glove, you jumbo-jugged,
top-heavy trollop teacher mother of mine! I hope you're on the pill you
wobbly-whoppered whore, because there's enough jizz coming out of my horsecock
to knock you up with octuplets!!!!! GODDAMN, THIS FEELS SO MOTHERFUCKING GOOD!
OH! OH! MOMMY, MOMMY, MOMMY, YESSS! TAKE MY FUCKING JIZZ, YOU BIG-BOOBED BIMBO!
OOOOHHHH! URRRGHHHHH! I'm giving you the mother lode! And the mother…….LOAD!
TAKE IT! TAKE EVERY FUCKING DROP OF YOUR SON'S CUM, YOU BUSTY BITCH! I'M TURNING
MY BALLS INSIDE OUT FOR YOU! UHHH! UHHH! UHHH! FUCK! YES! FUCK!
UUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNGHHHHH! I'M! FUCKING! COMMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!"

By this point a fairly large crowd of students were gathered near the door of
the class room observing, their faces a mixture of shock, awe, envy, and lust at
the wanton scene of sexual insanity before them. Since the school year began,
Henry had been quite open with his friends about the new sexual escapades he was
enjoying inside the Humper household, but this was the first time any of them
had seen it in person, and many other students at Taft and Adams had dismissed
the overheard talk of it as mere rumor - until now. The sight of their classmate
and his mother engaged in pornographic sexual congress on her desk, faces
twisted in orgasmic rapture as they climaxed in unison, was proof positive that
the rumors were indeed very, very real. Some of the new members of the crowd,
who were just now learning of the situation, began to express their own
surprise.

"Miss Humper!" cried Mabel Chester in disbelief. "You're fucking your son?"

Hilda, still riding an explosive wave of her own continuing orgasm, her megaton
tits whipping around in circles like a pair of carnival pinwheels, responded
pridefully, "OHHH! OHHH! What the fuck does it look like, Einstein! Of course
we're fucking! We've been fucking for months ever since my horse-hung son-muffin
returned home from his summer vacation at Granny's! AAAHHH AAAHH OOOH!! THAT'S
IT, BABY, WORK THE G-SPOT! If I had known the sex would be this mind-blowing, I
would have started fucking him years ago!"

Max Anderson, one of Hilda's other occasional sex partners, added: "Holy shit!
Does Harriet know?"

Hilda laughed at Max's naiveté. "AH! OHHHH! YES! OHHHH! `Does she know'? That
big-tittied whore daughter of mine started fucking him even before I did!
Although to be fair, she only beat me to it by a few minutes, tee hee. Harriet
and I have been fucking Henry silly ever since he got back from Wee Wee Camp!
OOOOHHHHH, SHIIIIIIIT, YEAH, THAT'S GOOD!" she moaned, struggling to explain
herself in the midst of so much pleasure. "Hell, the other day we had a
threesome in my bedroom after dinner! Harriet and I each took turns sucking his
wee wee, and then she mounted his pogo stick and rode him while he ate my pussy!
We even mashed our boobies together and gave him a nice target to shoot his load
on once he was ready to come!"

Speaking of coming and cum, Henry's foot-long firehose of fuck juice was still
rocketing geysers of jizz into Hilda's honeybox, a flood of semen so copious
that it was dripping out all sides of her pussy and making a huge puddle on the
desk, some of it even flowing over the edge and staining the classroom floor.
Henry's hips were still on orgasmic autopilot, thrusting tirelessly between
Hilda's thighs. But the strength of his now waning orgasm had taken its toll on
the poor boy, and his upper half had now collapsed on top of his mother, Hilda's
legs splayed out to the sides and their sweaty torsos rubbing together as
Henry's face slumped into the warm and welcoming valley of her cavernous
cleavage.

"Mhhhmmpphhh! Mmmphhhh! Mmmmpphhhh!" he continued to groan with each gradually
slowing stroke, his cries of pleasure muffled by the enormous milk udders now
sandwiching his face.

Hilda, her own orgasm finally subsiding, was softly stroking Henry's hair with
one hand and rubbing his back with the other, gently bringing her boy back down
from the orgasmic dimension with the same motherly affection she used to provide
when she nursed him at her titties years earlier.

"There you go, baby," she whispered softly in his ear, quiet enough to be
inaudible for the audience that was still watching them. "Doesn't that feel
better? I promised you that I would take care of that awful aching in your
balls. You know I would never leave you hanging after so much teasing in my
class earlier. That's it, baby, just relax. You just lay there and enjoy the
afterglow for a minute," she sweetly told her boy, hoping to give him a few
brief seconds of tranquility before they would have to address their audience.

That moment arrived sooner rather than later. As Hilda peered over her nearly
unconscious and completely spent son's shoulder at the door, the crowd of
students erupted in thunderous applause, cheers, and whistling. The burst of
noise was enough to roust Henry from his half-minute nap, and he groggily stood
back up, his sticky and now deflating phallus exiting his mother's pussy with a
loud `pop'.

"Wooo! That was one fuck of a show, you two!" Kenny Long shouted over the din of
clapping and hollering.

"That was better than any porno I've ever seen!" Denny added, setting off
murmurs of agreement from the other kids in the crowd.

Hilda and Henry finally separated themselves and he helped his mother to her
feet, the two of them now standing in front of about twenty students, naked and
flushed, their bodies glistening with sweat and cum. Their tryst had only lasted
a few minutes, but the aftermath of the act made it seem like they had spent the
entire morning in a marathon session of copulation. Stretching out and
theatrically holding hands, the two took a bow to the cheering group of
students, proud that they had put on such an epic performance. Hilda shook her
knockers playfully up and down at the onlookers. It was at this moment that the
bell rang, indicating that it was the start of the next class. Fortunately for
Henry, he had fourth period free and therefore had an hour of down time to
recover from what had just transpired. Hilda, however had another class to teach
at the moment, many of her students having already arrived as part of the crowd
that witnessed her latest romp.

Reverting facetiously to her professional teaching demeanor, Hilda addressed her
son: "You know what, Henry. I think you might actually be running a slight
temperature after all. Why don't you head down to the nurse's office and lie
down for a while?" she said, drawing a handful of chuckles from the assembled
students.

Henry, anxious for some rest after being fucked into exhaustion by his mother,
agreed. "Okay, Mom - I mean, MISS Humper! I wouldn't want to come down with
something," he said as he tentatively reached for his jeans which lay in a
crumpled pile on the floor. But not before Hilda momentarily stopped him again.

"Not so fast, Henry. Your wee wee is still dribbling a little bit. I just washed
those pants yesterday and don't want them stained. Let me clean you up first
before you go." Not even waiting for a response, the J-cupped queen of gigantic
juggies dropped to her knees and began lapping like a momma cat at Henry's
now-flaccid-but-still-enormous tubesteak, removing all of the residual semen
that had remained on his cock after painting the inside of his mother's pussy
with his creamy load. Hilda's well-practiced mouth and tongue had Henry's spent
wee wee clean as a whistle within fifteen seconds, her decades of experience
sucking the cocks of thousands of different men paying dividends now.

Finally getting dressed and heading out the door, Henry received multiple pats
on the back from his classmates as his mother bid him adieu. "Remember, that was
only our second hump of the day, and I need you in tip-top shape for our after
dinner fucky time! Now go have a nice nap and refill those sweet semen silos of
yours so you can have another big load ready for me after school. See you
tonight, mommyfucker!" Hilda yelled after him, her mask of professionalism
quickly evaporating once more.

Looking down at her still nude, sweat-and-cum-plastered body, Hilda concluded
that a little cleaning up was in order before she began her next lecture. "I
think I'm gonna head down to the locker room and take a shower. Any of you boys
want to join me?" she inquired with a wink as a dozen male hands raised into the
air. "My, my! Aren't you gentlemen the eager beavers! Alright, follow me, boys!
First one into the showers gets to soap up my titties, tee hee!"


THE END