"Christmas Shopping"

Starring Harriet and Henry Humper in a late, late, late Christmas
present to our fans. This is a labor of lust from two authors
determined to break all the boundaries of propriety and convention,
but throw in some big boobied/big wee weed fun and Humper sexual
adventures along the way.

And now Victor C. Nathan and Daywalkr82 present:

"Christmas Shopping"


"Stop whining, Henry. I promise you a fun time."

Harriet tried to console her brother as she drove towards the local
mall. Thankfully, it was an actual mall and not a strip mall. Harriet
hated those kinds of places because she could never find anything
worth buying there. Henry, for his part, had come along in hope of
seeing his JJJ-cuppered sister burst out of some of the more flimsy
lingerie at Victoria 's Secret. Being a guy, he despised shopping for
shopping's sake, especially so at Christmastime. Harriet had this
knack for going through a store and finding exactly what someone
wanted, but she would need a pack mule to carry everything. For this
particular shopping trip, he was that horny and well-hung pack mule.

"I just hate the mall this close to Christmas. It's always so fucking
crowded, parking is a bitch, and the people are just so rude," Henry
said sourly. If he hadn't been promised a "fun time" by Harriet, he'd
be home fucking Hilda or one of their equally blimp-busted daughters.
The Humper genes had shown up amazingly early in their kids. Honey's
and Hayley's tits had almost surpassed their mother's in size, and he
never passed up an opportunity to goose them or tweak a nipple. They
acted like they didn't like it, but he knew they really loved it.
Lately, Henry enjoyed all kinds of enthusiastic sexual fun with the
globular twins. He sighed as the mall came into view, steeling himself
for the crowded hell into which he was willingly walking.

"Oh, is my all grown up and married baby brother grumpy wumpy about
shopping?" Harriet asked rhetorically, turning towards him, her left
plumper of a boober smacking the steering wheel in the process. Of
course, they were both older now, in their thirties, Harriet married
to her high school sweetheart and favorite fuckmate, Chuck Dicker, and
Henry wed quite contently to his mammothly-monsterly-mammaried mother
and lover for sixteen years now of blissful sex and a big boobie and
big wee wee paradise.

"Hell yeah, I'm fucking grumpy!" Henry groaned, looking at the black
blouse, which was undone quite a bit further than was appropriate for
a woman sporting the now JJJ-cuppered cupcake cans that his sister
bore upon her chest, the two pontoon puppies having jumped a couple
sizes after she had bore her own well-hung and very horny son, whom
she called affectionately "little Charlie". She had just weaned him
from her giant honkers, but had wasted no time in initiating him into
the Humper sexstyle expected of him.

"Ohh, Henry, baby," Harriet consoled him, leaning forward, her grown
gazongas pressing firm against his side, giving him a look down the
splayed-open blouse that barely held back the tide of tittie fortune
beneath the fabric and the big-as-shit bra that tried to house her
hefty treasures. "You know we can find waaayyyys to make this shopping
sojourn funner'n fuckin' shit. Tee hee! You know that, don't you,
tried and true Humper boy, from way back?" With that, she shook her
jugs against him overtly and then placed a hand forwardly into his
lap, right athwart his crotch.

"It's not that I'm not looking forward to having a lot of fucking fun
and fun fucking with you today, Hare. It's just that I could be doing
the same thing in the comfort of my own home with my baby girls and
their mother. You know, Hayley and Honey have started a contest:
whoever passes Hilda's old J-cup size first gets a night alone with
me, dinner, dancing, cunnilingus, whatever. I swear, they must be
taking something. Hayley's just about busted out of the HH-cup we
bought her last month. I saw her walking around in just her underwear
yesterday. Shit looked like she was fixing to bust the fucking seams
on her bra, tit just pouring outta that motherfucker, sis. I ain't
kidding. And Honey's taken to wearing thongs and nothing else around
the house to entice me and the boys. It's gotten to where we're hard
24/7. And of course Hilda…"

"Are you worried at all, Henry? Worried your daughters' Humptastic
titties are gonna put you in the poorhouse?" Harriet asked with a hint
of sarcasm in her voice as she moved her hands deftly around Henry's
thickening log. "'Cause you know those big fuckin' shoulder-cutter,
tittie-wielding brassieres are fuckin' expensive."

"Are you fucking kidding? I've never had so much fun. And if I could,
I would be at home right now, watching three sets of inhumanly
oversized mammary glands bouncing up and down as their owners buried
themselves on my foot-long wee wee, so you can see why I'm so fuckin'
upset." Harriet looked at her brother with surprise etched on her
face. She had never heard him speak so gracefully.

"Then, we'd better hurry up, so you can get back to your baby girls."
And with that, she got out of the car, lugging her tons of tits with
her as she headed towards the mall's entrance. Henry sat there for a
minute, thinking about how artfully Harriet had just gotten him out of
his bad mood, then crossed himself and followed her perfectly-formed,
denim-clad ass into the fray.

And what an ass it was. He had held it many a time in his youth, his
young and feisty wee wee far inside her pinkly golden gates as her
hilly udders danced their boobly jig upon her upper form.

"Where are we going first?" Henry asked, catching up to his sister and
gazing upon her jerkily bobbing bazooms as they whipped up and down,
following the momentum of his sister's brisk and determined walk to
the mall's entrance through the mildly cold weather.

"Shit, hmmmmm, I guess it depends on who we're buying for, Henry,"
Harriet shot back, adjusting her brassiere strap as she reached the
mall, the shoppers milling like bees from a hive, some of the males
giving her chesty bosom sideways glances or just outright gawks of
astonishment. "Fuck, but it's busy as fucking shit! It couldn't be
busier if they had a female Santa, a Mrs. Claus giving free blow jobs."

"Well, you and Mom used to do that shit every Christmas when you went
on those looonnnng shopping trips that lasted for twelve hours. You
said you both sucked the mall Santa one year and all the kids got
neglected and had to wait on him."

"Ohhh, yesss, he was some kind of yummy, too, baby brother. He had
great-tasting semen, mmmmmm, boy, I can taste it now. You should've
seen him out of that stupid Santa costume later. Man was a bronze
god." Harriet swooned as she shivered with orgasmic remembrance,
tweaking a nipple as she flushed. "Well…" she said, trying to refocus
her train of thought. "I suppose we should get the kids' presents
first, seeing as it's more their holiday than ours now. Come on. I see
an EB Games."

Once inside, Henry was in his element. So much of his time when he was
younger, when he wasn't fucking Hilda, Harriet, or one of the scores
of big-breasted girls at his high school, was spent playing on games
like Soul Caliber and Dead or Alive. He poked Harriet in one bulbous
boob and pointed at a cardboard cutout of a well-toned woman with
short silver hair and a cross between a sword and a whip wrapped
around her sensuous figure, which was clad in nothing but knee-high
steel boots, steel gauntlets, and a very skimpy purple bikini that
looked as if it might burst under the pressure put upon it by the
woman's well-proportioned rack.

"Hey, Hare," he called out, "here's next Halloween's costume for you!
You'd make a killer Ivy!"

"Dearest brother, if you wanted to see me bust out of a bikini, all
you had to do was ask." Harriet winked lustily at him and beckoned him
over to the Playstation section. "What do you think of this for
Charlie, a PS3?" she asked, leaning her boobs into his chest. "And
what do you think of getting into my top right now?" she whispered
conspiratorially.

"In answer to question number one, I would ask, does little Charlie
have much time for a PS3 when his time is monopolized by getting his
momma's bra off, sucking her finally milk-free boobies after sixteen
years of breastfeeding and having her shove his presumably massive
wiener between her motherly, sweet, sweaty, squeaking mountains, if
and when she is not sucking a rope of semen from out his mushroom?
Hmmm, in answer to the second question, I would say 'indubitably a
great idea'." Henry winked at his sister, feeling like a teen again as
he set down "Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion" and openly fluffed one of her
jaunting juggernauts with the tips of his fingers, forgetting just how
heavy that fucker really was.

"Ohhhh, Henry, mmmmm, that was a precious answer. And yes, Mommy has
kept Charlie's wee wee pretty busy lately. Mmmmm, that feels great,
Henry, mmmmm, when you squeeze my boobsie. You sure are eager to
start, aren't you, my big-dicked baby bro?"

"You bet I am, my insatiably sexual stacked as shit sibling. I'll
never get enough of these titans of titmeat," Henry breathed into her
ear as he leaned over and planted butterfly kisses over Harriet's twin
ta tas before working his way up to her lips. They kissed hungrily for
a few minutes as he kneaded her jugs before Harriet finally pulled away.

"Come on, we need to get this stupid thing before they're all sold
out," the horny and tawdrily tanker-topped Harriet Humper interrupted
their sexual pawing and making out. At this interruption, Henry
whimpered for a few seconds out of sexual need. "I know, Henry, but if
we keep this up, we'll get kicked out. Then what'll we do for
Christmas presents? Just grab some games and I'll get the system taken
care of. Motherfucker, those PS3s are expensive as shit this year."

Henry picked up "Ratchet and Clank Future: Tools of Destruction" and
"Assassin's Creed" and headed to the counter, where he saw Harriet
giving one lucky sales clerk an unrestricted view into her cavernous
cleavage.

"Are you sure you can't get little ol' me a little ol' Christmas
discount on one of those pretty PS3s? I'll make it worth your while,"
Harriet Humper squeaked out in a cutesy little girl with the giant
globes voice of sexy sweetness. The sales clerk just nodded dumbly,
still dumbstruck over his unbelievable luck and her unbelievable orbs
that almost resembled planets in their size and scope. Harriet reached
out to caress the boy's face.

"Thank you, baby," she whispered simply, passing him her address and
phone number and cupping one of her J boobs suggestively. "Call me for
a fuck, okay?"

"Did I see what I thought I just saw?" Henry asked as he came up
behind her and grabbed at one of her tits. "Did my big sister just use
her feminine wiles to get her way?" Harriet nodded proudly. "Mom will
be so thrilled."

"And my wiles got me a 25% discount on this PS3, motherfucker," she
told him daringly, her hooters wiggling under her blouse, still
encased as she reached down to squeeze Henry's crotch firmly, feeling
his thirty-something Humper foot-long swell and rise inside his pants.

"Well, I wouldn't say it was your wiles as much as your whoppers,"
Henry corrected her, laughing as he put his free arm around her waist
and hugged her to him, one of her teats flattening against his
abdomen. "You'll have to tell me how little Charlie is adapting to the
sexual changes around the house, sis. Damn, that fucking kid must feel
like I did at 16, packing up my suitcase and my wiener to head off to
Wee Wee fucking Camp."

"Oh, I'm not sending him to Wee Wee Camp till the new year," Harriet
giggled, returning his embrace and letting her arm brush his private
area. "That way Mom will be good and freed up after Christmas and
shit, and she can really spend some time with his wee wee, workin'
that wanker out and spilling cum by the fuckin' gallon, tee hee. Now,
let's go hit the fucking food court 'cause I'm hungrier than your wee
wee gets for fuck, tee hee."

They walked out of the store, Henry carrying the new PS3 and games,
and headed to the food court, which was mercifully close, as it didn't
leave time for Henry to complain about his role as the pack mule.

"Ooh, Bueno Nacho, let's go, Hare," Henry said, speeding up to get in
line, thinking more about the hunger in his stomach than the hunger in
his wee wee for change, though he couldn't wait to get to fuck his
sister and suck her large blimpers.

"Henry, you know Bueno Nacho is full of grease and trans-fat and
cholesterol."

"Which is why I love it, sis. Besides, it's not like I eat it every
day. Plus, I want to only be hungry for one thing when we scrump,
honeytits."

"Tee hee. Whatever, sugar wean. I'm going to Subway. See you in a
minute, sweetie."

Five minutes later...

"Henry, what in heaven's name is that?" Harriet pointed at the mass of
taco stuffing poking out of the tortilla, her elbow bumping the side
of her overblown gland.

"It's the Naco, a soft taco with nachos in it. I see you went for the
foot-long. There's a shock. Heh heh heh. I mean, who would know better
than I do that you prefer twelve inch things, especially to eat."
Henry told her with a wink of naughty acknowledgment, feeling a quiver
of pleasure in his penis as he locked his eyes on her knockers and
thought about the many times she had sucked his long cock in the past.

"Oh, yes, it is the closest I can get to having your yummy cummy wee
wee inside me right now. Oh, clumsy me, some of this hot sauce dripped
down in my deep cleavage," Harriet smiled up at Henry knowingly as her
fingers delved between her exposed pillowy breasts, rubbing the
marinara over the velvety skin, while she took a big bite out of her
foot-long Chicken Parmesan sub.

"So, tell me about Charlie. How is he adapting to having a Humper for
a mommy?" Henry asked as he took a large bite out of his Naco and then
leered at her jugs again.

"I cannot believe how messy that is, and yet, I've never been more
turned on," Harriet said with a smile as she moved one leg up to begin
stroking Henry's growing wee wee through the cloth of his jeans.
"Charlie and I have been having all kinds of fun. We've been
experimenting all over the house. It's been a blast. Mmm, this one
time, I've got Charlie sitting on the edge of the bathtub and I'm
kneeling there in front of him with my fucking bra laying there in the
floor and my tits just hanging out there. I'll tug and work the skin
up and down on his ten-inch schlonger, what we call Mr. Peener, our
private pet name for it, and I'm just giving that big pee pee pole a
good palming, and the pre-cum wee wee juice is just dribbling down my
fingers, and he soooo wanted to come. I told him 'Hold it back, baby!
Hold it in just a little longer for Momma!' So I'm teaching him
longevity and how to hold that spit-up in when he's all worked up in a
fuck or jamming it between the boom booms. Little Charlie calls it
'boot camp for his wee wee', but he says it jokingly. Gosh, the two of
us have had so much fun since he turned 16. I know he's an only child,
and maybe I indulge Charlie a little too fuckin' much, but it's not
like he has a big-juggied sister to grow up with, tee hee, like you
did, you horndog fucker, tee hee. All he's got at home is MOMMA, and
believe me, with these puppies, that is more than enough. But enough
about me and Charlie. What's going on at that brothel you call a home?"

"I've been trying to help the girls with their History classes mostly.
They can be really bright about things like Math too when they apply
themselves, but like all us Humpers," he squeezed his sister's hand,
"they can get a bit preoccupied. And they love making their daddy spit
up all over their mammoth man-pleasers. I told you earlier that Honey
and Hayley have taken to wearing just their underwear around the
house. It's not just them. Hilda's gotten into the spirit too, I guess
just to set a good example for the girls. She's been walking around in
the buff for the past few days, trying to see how long I'll last
before I jump her. It's our first date all over again."

"Gosh, Henry, I'll be honest with you," Harriet told him earnestly,
leaning forward, her breasts pushing against her blouse as her foot
still dabbled at the rock-hardness she felt between his legs. "I was
pretty fucking freaked out all those years ago when you and Mom wanted
to get married, and I felt a little yucky when you joked about kids,
but I have to tell you, those four kids are the most beautiful Humpers
ever born. It's like the two of you created a super race or a master
race or some crazy fuckin' shit. I mean, those little ladies of yours
are all tittie right down to the navel and there's no fucking sag.
It's all TIT! Tee hee! And those boys, wowweee-weee weee-wow! They are
both so thin and fit with the six pack abs and shit, no fat at all.
Small waists and then, holleeee shittt, it's like all their size is
right between their fuckin' legs! How big are they now, baby?"

"Fifteen inches a piece," Henry declared proudly, still holding her
hand and letting the chesty goddess footsie his rampantly erecting peter.

"I mean, these thin, fit little guys who are, like, all fucking WEE
WEE!" Harriet gushed, touching her orbs in a moment of visualizing.
"Those two must have about one third of their weight in their big
fucking horsecocks! Damn, but those wieners are huger than fuck, like
built-in kickstands or some shit! Wow, Henry, don't you dare leave
their auntie out of the picture now that those two Clydesdales are
fucking sweet swingin' sixteen. Jeez motherfucking Louise, can I
babysit sometime? Tee hee hee!"

"Sure, you can, Hare. You know, the boys have been chomping at the bit
for some time with you, too. I found one of your old high school
cheerleading pictures in their room a few days ago. It was the one
where you have your tits hauled out of the top of your cheerleading
outfit."

"Really? Guess I shouldn't have left them there when I moved out,
after all. Was it… intact?"

"It had some stains on it, if that's what you're asking… from their
fifteen-inch horsecocks," Henry said, beaming at the inheritance of
big wienies and overcharged sex drives he had passed on to his boys in
their Humper genetics.

"Oh, my gosh, Henry, that's too hot," Harriet sighed as she reached
into her sweater and started tweaking her nipples.

"You're not too hot to finish the shopping, are you, Hare? We need to
get moving again if we're gonna get this thing done before too late.
Or should we just find a nice, secluded bathroom and get into it?
Perhaps I could even get into you too."

Harriet opened her eyes, still flush with arousal at the thought of
taking her nephews into her. "Mmmmm, that sounds good, baby, but
you're right, Henry. We gotta get this shopping shit done. And I know
you're gonna love this next store." Harriet grinned salaciously,
squeezing her tits again for emphasis. "So, really, fifteen fucking
inches? All big and veiny and shit?"

"Yep, big and veiny and thick as a tree trunk, and baby, I don't think
you even realize how much those boys want to get those fat horsecocks
into their Auntie Hare and fuck her Humper hoots too. Hardy told me
the other day 'Dad, get Harriet over here, cause my wee wee fuckin'
needs!' Ha ha ha! And Harvey even asked me if you liked to get
tittiefucked a lot. I told him that you especially liked getting your
tits fucked by familial wieners."

"Ohhhh, Henry, you keep this up and I'm gonna strip you where you
stand. I cannot wait to get those little boys under me. Oh, you can
bet your sweet fuckstick I'll show them how a Humper woman fucks."

"Oh, I think they know how a Humper woman fucks," Henry said, grinning
as they both stood, throwing away the food wrappers and grabbing their
bags once more, both of them flushed with sexual energy.

The two Humpers lightened the load to make room for more purchases by
dropping their shopping bags off at the car before reentering the mall
and starting towards VS.

Harriet's high, proud, melon-sized, fresh-grown JJJ cuppers rattled as
they both strode in the direction of Victoria's Secret. Henry got a
nervous look on his face at this, while Harriet grinned like the
Cheshire Cat.

"I promised you fun, my Humperly-hung baby brother, and fun is what
we're gonna have in here."

Harriet dragged Henry into the unmistakably girly store by the
straining-to-hold-his-wee-wee waist of his pants, smiling as she felt
him extend beneath her attentive grip.

"Excuse me, please," Harriet got the attention of the store clerk,
whose jaw dropped at the sight of Harriet's bulging bags of
breastflesh, "Where are your dressing rooms?" The woman just pointed
to the back of the store. "Thank you, milady." And Harriet made a bow
that showed off her humptacularly huge hills before running off with
Henry still in tow.

"What are you gonna do, Hare, give a clerk in every store we visit a
heart attack before we leave?" Henry asked in mock surprise as the
chest goddess sibling still pulled him by his private part, which
incidentally had become her not-so-private playtoy.

"I wasn't, but that is a great idea, Henry. Maybe even a wash, if it's
a guy and he's got a big one. Just for that, baby bro, I'm gonna give
you an extra special show," Harriet assured him as she walked over to
the closest rack of bras, but knew instantly they wouldn't even reach
around merely the sides of her mountainous mams.

Two minutes later, Harriet strode back to Henry with a disgruntled
look on her face and a usual swollen look on her tits. "We're outta
here." Henry didn't need to ask. Victoria 's Secret obviously no
longer stocked bras built to Humper specifications. Harriet walked up
to the counter and slammed her massive rack on top of it with a bobble
of flesh. "What the fuck is the matter with this place? You shitheads
don't stock bras big enough for my girls! Don't even say anything!
Don't say a fucking word, mosquito bite girl! We're fuckin' outta
here!" Before the clerk could recover from almost being assaulted by
the biggest pair of breasts she had ever seen, Harriet turned and
bodily dragged Henry from the store, again by his prolonged penis.

"Ma'am, that's no way to talk to someone during Christmas," the clerk,
somewhat busty herself, in a D-cup, moderate sort of way, called after
the departing pair. "It's a festive season."

"Festive! Festive?" Harriet scowled, stopping and swinging back
towards the twentysomething, her motherly, thirtysomething pair of
wielding whompers swinging to catch up with her perfect frame. "This
fucking store is a discriminatory waste of time for those of us in the
fucking watermelon-boobed category of fucking society! If you can't
cater to all the hot, honeydew honkers in this town, then I would say
that this place is a little-tittied woman's fucking cunny wet dream,
but for me and for all my relatives with mountain-mammied juggers,
it's a colossal fuckin' waste of fuckin' time and fuckin' money!
Festive, you say! There ain't nothing more festive than these
fantastically fulsome fuckerbags on my fuckin' flotation device chest,
sister! So have a merry fuckin' Christmas and go blow Santa Claus or
some shit! I'm sure he wouldn't get his elfhood too fuckin' hard over
those little swells you're sporting anyway! Tis the season to be flat
as a pancake, bitch! Goodbye!"

Turning and walking off, leaving the sales clerk in abject shock,
Harriet booberly bobbed and sailed as she pulled Henry by the groin
for a few more feet before he asked to be turned loose. She was upset
yet regretful as she apologized to her brother:

"Sorry, baby, I just got so upset with that itty-bitty-tittied bitch
and her talk on manners. Who the fuck does she think she is, telling
me not to talk like that? I'll bet she's colder than the weather
outside tonight, probably doesn't even get regular sex with those
little nippers on her chest."

"Harriet, sweetie, calm down," Henry instructed her, patting her
pulsating pulchritudinous sweater-swingers. "Take deeeep breaths,
yeeaaahhhhh, that's good. Lemme watch those fuckers fill your fuckin'
sweater as you do, and just relax. Yeahhh, good, such a good good
girl. Yeah, there's my tittie girl. Yes, just let it flow off you like
water, cupcakes."

Harriet did as she was told, but stopped when she realized Henry had
done the same for her as she had for him out in the car when she had
assured him that he would be back home fucking his pliably-puppied
16-year-old sex doll daughters very soon.

"Thank you, baby. That was pretty fuckin' smooth, what you just pulled."

"I am what I am, Hare. Figured I could return the favor. Now where to
next?"

"I feel like being naughty, especially after your show was denied by
that bullshit in VS. I know what their fuckin' secret is, now. They
only service petite little pixies with no titsies. Don't fret,
babycakes, I'm calmer than shit." Harriet smiled affectionately at her
brother.

Kids were milling about with aggravated parents and the sounds of
overplayed Christmas music blasted in the loudspeaker, as Harriet and
Henry approached… "The Walt Disney Store," Harriet stated cheerily,
bouncing as she stepped, mostly in the chest department. The eyes of
male passersby looking on goggled as she grasped the front of Henry's
pants again and led him through the cavalcade of Disney memorabilia
while a Pirates of the Caribbean trailer flashed on a TV monitor
displayed prominently in the back. "Come on, big boy. Let's check out
some shit in the back."

"Ummmmm, Hare," Henry stammered, almost beaming and wincing
simultaneously as she held his manhood through his trousers, the
boobahed beauty guiding him to the rear of the store. "What are we
looking for, anyway?"

"Seclusion," Harriet spoke softly, leaning her heavy hooters against
him as they went to a book section completely sequestered from the
other areas. It was, for the moment, secluded. "Now, here we are, big
boy."

With snooping eyes out of range, Harriet leaned up just a bit,
squashed her knockers full tilt into her brother and then pressed her
lips against his own surprised pair as her hand returned to his
engorged groin area once more. "Now this is what it means to share
Humper lovin'," she let out in a whisper as she broke the open-mouthed
kiss at long last, though her lust continued.

"I couldn't… agree… more," Henry said between kisses down Harriet's
neck as he headed for the two hilltops of milkwagon. "I've been
waiting to get my hands on these ever since EB. I was about ready to
pull your top up in front of everyone and get to work. That's how
horny I was."

"What's stopping you now, good fucker?" the JJJ-glanded girly Harriet
asked rhetorically as she let out a moan of both excitement and
amorous glee. And with that, Henry worked his sister's dark blouse
open all the way and then away from Harriet's big, bouncing, bobbling
breasts, watching as they settled inside each of their frighteningly
deep cups.

"Now, that'll get a man stiffer n' shit in no time flat," Henry
quipped as his big wiener jumped in his pants with the sight of her
Humper bazookas.

"Flat? Who's flat? That Keira Knightley chick is flat, Henry
sisterfucking Humper! I'm stacked as a deck of cards in a Western
movie. I've got more breastmeat than a twelve-piece meal from KFC. And
you're gonna show me how much you love my titanic titties right the
fuck now!" Harriet ordered in a loud and insistent whisper that
nonetheless brooked no argument, not that Henry would have tried one
in the first place.

Henry glanced around at the shelves in the stores housed with
children's books that concealed him and his stacked-as-shit sister
from the customers, most of them with children, who were shopping
nearby. He was making sure they were out of sight before he went to
work. He worked Harriet's red and green Christmas bra up just enough
that her nipples and spacious areola were revealed, all bright and
jiminy red, like two Christmas balls on a tree to his gaping eyes, but
he didn't take it off completely in case a quick getaway became necessary.

"Now there's the fuckin' ticket. Look at those candy cane red puffy
long puckered up and fuckered out for fuck mofos!" Henry panted as he
enthusiastically worked, glancing about one more time, wary of the two
of them being caught in an incestuous boob-sucking intimate clench.
"Yep, my wiener schnitzel is stiffer'n a smokestack on a motherfuckin'
flophouse rooftop. I was right. I'm stiffer n' shit in
no sisterplumpin' time flat. Fuck yeah, biggie sis, you plumped out,
boobed-up dirty Christmas gift!"

Henry reached down to squeeze and maul Harriet's JJJ cuppered
milkbags, languishing kisses all over them, concentrating especially
on her pebbly puffy areola and stiff finger-sized nipple stalks.

"Mmm, Henry, you always know how to make a woman feel
fan-fucking-tastic!" Harriet said brightly as she glimpsed a
full-sized poster of Keira Knightley in full pirate garb on the
opposite wall. "This blows that romantic Pirates 3 shit out of the
water. Gimme that big sausage roll, you sisterfucking Humperfucker!
Whip your fucking penis out for me, lover!"

"Wait, Harriet, not here. I fucking need you something serious too,
but I don't want to get kicked out."

"Who gives a flying fuck, Henry? I want my favorite foot-long hot dog
down my throat; I want his cummy in my tummy! I want to get down on my
knees and bounce my nose on your pubic bone, big stuff!"

"But not if it means we get arrested, then we won't be having any fun,
unless they let me have incestuous conjugal visits."

Henry looked at her intently and meaningfully for several long
seconds. Harriet knew he was right, but she wasn't keen on giving up
their time together just yet.

"You're right, Henry, but I know a place where we can go the whole
nine and then some, fucker. Follow me, you big-dicked
son-of-an-offspring-fucking bitch."

Henry pulled his sister's bra back down over her humongous humptastic
Humper weather balloons, and she donned and buttoned her blouse
halfway to the top before they started out towards the one place they
knew they could get down to business: Kimberly Buxsom's Big Bra Barn.
On the way out, though, Henry spotted the newest Pirates of the
Caribbean movie and had to pick it up.

"I've heard this third Pirates movie sucks harder than Bunnie Mounts
at her high school reunion, but the girls just dote on Johnny Depp.
When Jack starts talking, they start fucking," Henry said with a
shit-eating grin on his face as he pinged his sis in one of her
gelatin-textured tempestuous bon-bons. Harriet just laughed, which
had the effect of making her massively mammaried Humper tittie swells
shake like twin bowls of jelly. "Of course, they don't want to watch
Johnny as much as they want the peg leg I got in my undies, as Honey
calls her Daddy's briefs. I 'll swing this ol' kickstand of mine out
of my pants and in front of the TV and the girls suddenly don't give a
damn about gaping at the idiot box anymore. Ha ha."

Harriet Humper's hulking hunks of Humperific titmeat sashayed under
her Christmasy sweater as they walked through the milling crowds and
the gaping male eyes who surveyed her landscape of boobery. She paused
in her steps to adjust the bra Henry had earlier disheveled and was
greeted with the bleating of an infant crying its little lungs out as
his mother, a brunette with nearly a washboard chest, tried to caress
the child's face and comfort it.

"I can't take any more annoyances today, Henry," Harriet declared,
squeezing one of her J boobs as she stood beside the mother and child.
"Lady, you ever breastfeed that little fellow?"

"Well, I'm afraid I'm not quite built for that sort of thing," the
35-year-old boobless mother replied meekly, upset by the baby's wails.

"Well, that's for goddamn sure," Harriet said, trying not to be sullen
as she hefted her hooters indulgently. "But I sure as fuck am. I mean,
these ain't exactly milk bottles anymore, but they might calm the
little fellow down a bit."

"What do you mean…" the woman began as Harriet casually popped open
the remaining buttons on her bunched out black top to expose the large
bra that held the hilly outcroppings of her now Hilda-super-sized,
bouncin' boober blimps of flesh.

"Allow me," Harriet obliged her, undoing the front closure on her
hammock-harness-like-brassiere, and placed a hand beneath her left
teat and fed the end of it, pointy, huge nipple and all into the
baby's mouth. "There we go. He can't get milk, but he might get a
little soothing. Right, hungry boy? Mmmmmm, sucky, sucky, hungry baby.
Gosh, you are going to make some woman very happy someday when you
grow up and start suckin' her tits. Tee hee. And speaking of happy."

Without another word, as the infant suckled noisily and greedily at
the flesh of her bazoom, making the nipple and areola shiny and wet
and feel pretty fucking good too, Harriet reached down with her free
hand and wrapped her fingers around the length of the protracted prick
in her brother's pants that she knew was already hard from watching
her dry-nurse this noisy little fellow.

"Mmmmmm, there we go, calm, baby, calm; it feels good, doesn't it?"
She was talking to both the baby and to her baby brother, who watched
his sister's bare left globe get sucked eagerly by this little guy.
"Good feelings, soothing feelings, aaahh, yeah. Oh, you're a good boy,
oh, a biiiigggg boy tooooo, aren'tcha?" The little mouth suckled for
the sustenance that would never come as his mother looked on in
bewilderment. Harriet knew that if she kept tugging however, that
Henry's sustenance would come pouring out and ruin his pants, so she
stopped pulling on his twelve-inch penis and politely but softly
extricated her boob from out the little boy's busy mouth. "There ya
go. All better, huh, baby?" The baby gave a coo of delight and gurgled
at the same time that Henry let out a groan. "I think he's all better
now."

"Thank… you…" the woman began, looking at Harriet's twin mounds of
beautiful fatty tissue, her swaying sweat glands of grandeur.

"Harriet is my name. Merry Christmas," she told the flat-chested lady,
her chestly charms still exposed and pertly protruding. "And next time
you might want to bring a bottle, since you nursing would be like
little junior here sucking milk through a crumpled straw." Harriet
donned her bra and partially buttoned her boob-hugging blouse once
more. Yet the woman still seemed transfixed by the immensity of her
breasts.

"Are those things freakin' real?" the stranger asked.

"Well, hell fuckin' yeah, they're as real as a heart attack and a lot
bigger too! Tee hee!" Harriet assured her, looking at the contrast
between her own bulky bombers and the lady's flat non-existents.
"Squeeze one of 'em."

"Okay, sure, wow, they are really something else. My husband would go
bonkers over these," the mother replied brightly as she handled
Harriet's right plumper, the udder softening and pliable under her
sampling touch.

"Yeah, I'm sure he would, and possibly has," the blonde and
blimpish-laden Harriet told her with an impish wink of amorous cleverness.

The brunette now dimpled one of the blonde Humper's knockers with her
index before blushing and thanking Harriet.

"Well, Merry Christmas, sweetheart, and thanks for dry-feeding and
soothing little Henry for me," the flat-tittied mother intoned.

"Henry!" Harriet burst out laughing, causing her chestly dry-milkers
to jump. "That is the funniest fuckin' thing I've heard all day! What
do you know? It seems that two Henrys like my juggies! Merry
Christmas! Bye, flatty!"

"Now that was fuckin' hot, Hare," Henry said as they moved towards the
big girls' bra barn. "And let me guess, Charlie gets that kind of
attention every fuckin' day." Harriet just grinned cheshire-like and
batted her eyelashes at him coquettishly. "Shit, I'm fuckin' jealous."

"And why would that be, Henry? It's not like you're starved for fucky
or tittie at home, not with six overdeveloped, bra-bursting boulders
that could put to shame a Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade float at your
beck and call," she replied reasonably, plumping her monster mounds
that she had just bared to everyone within ten feet of her person.

"Now on to bra-burstin', boulder-holding, Kimberly Buxsom's Brassiere
Barn, the store for women built like a motherfuckin' brick shithouse!"
Henry spoke in a gust, his voice a font of excitement, his wee wee a
font of splashing possibilities, and his sister's JJJ cup milkwagons
the handmaiden of those possibilities, joyful and holiday-like as they
were. "Hell fuckin' yeah!"

They walked briskly toward Kimberly's local outlet in the mall, which
had the name of Buxsom's Brassiere Barn for Big Ol' Boobs. It was a
little unorthodox, but it was this very approach that made Kimberly's
business now a nationwide smashing success for women who had once been
embarrassed or chagrined by their unwieldy fucking bouncy-ass
boobbags. Ms. Buxsom had also instructed her employees to use salty,
informal language and even four-letter words to put the female
customers at ease with their boobiness and to set her business apart
from the stodgy competitors.

"Wow and holy fucking holiday hooters, Batman!" Henry Humper blurted
out, now hand in hand with his overwroughtly-stuffed older sister.
"It's a bunch of big-tittied Santas!"

And he was right. Kimberly's outlet only hired huge-knockered women
for jobs, and Henry gaped as he saw that every one of them wore red
Santa hats and red Santa suits fashioned with dangerously low
necklines to show off acres and acres of bountiful cleavage. There
couldn't have been a girl smaller than an F-cup working in the store.

"Hi, and welcome to the fucking Buxsom Brassiere Barn!" an 18-year-old
redhead said in a girlish and immature voice. "We're the holiday
choice for the woman or girl who has big fucking cups to fill!"

"Hello, tits," Henry replied, flashing the girl a toothy smile as he
unabashedly looked straight down the furry front of her Santa top,
checking out the two bloated, whopping melon megatons she sported like
a pair of virtual wet dreams. "And how big are the twins?"

"Tee hee hee," the girl blushed as she touched his shoulder, her ta
tas sauntering in her Christmasy get-up. "I'm a big girl, and I'm an
F-er in that department."

"Yeah, and I'll bet you are an 'F-er' in a few other departments too,
aren't you," he swooned coyly, touching the exposed fleshy top of one
of her teatsies with his thumb.

"Henry!" Harriet moaned out with feigned jealousy, pressing her own
mountains into his side. "You are still a player, aren't you? Tee hee!
Marriage hasn't settled you down one fuckin' bit!"

"Sure as shootin', Hare. You remember what I said when I proposed. I
said `undying love, but fucks on the side.' We have an open fucking
marriage, but right now, I want some fucking easy time with my big sis
and her watermelon whoppers." Henry squeezed the saleschest twice like
an old bike horn, eliciting a giggle from the girl, before being
dragged away by Harriet. The shopping was slow going for Henry, who
just wanted to get into a dressing room so he could strip his overly
buxom sibling and get down to his promised fun, but if Harriet was
thorough shopping anywhere, it would be here. Eventually she picked an
assortment of brightly colored bras and panties and made for the
dressing rooms. Harriet had barely turned her back to him and set her
purse down before she felt Henry's hands on her big whoppers.

"Mmmmpphhh, you are one impatient motherfucker, you know that, Henry
Humper?"

"You meant sisterfucker, right, my big juggied big sis?" Henry undid
her blouse. The novelty of being able to see his sister's mounds of
breastflesh from behind was not lost on him. Harriet released the
column of flesh she had grabbed in retaliation, unhooked her bra and
turned around to reveal the inhumanly and heavenly expanse that would
embody any man's most explicit wet dream. Henry said nothing but
immediately began to gorge himself on Harriet's boobage. Harriet just
giggled and moaned when Henry ground her nipples with his teeth. He
knew that always drove her wild.

"Hen…ry… ooohhh, yes, bite that fucker, do it, oh, my goodness…" She
reached down and cupped his balls through the fabric, running her
fingers up his encased shaft, making him groan around her titmeat.
"Yeah, you like that shit, don't you, baby brother?" She undid his
pants and reached inside. "Ohhh, soooo harrrd for Mommy, aren't you,
baby boy? Does baby boy's peener hurt being stuffed inside those bad
old pants? Don't worry, Henry, Mommy's gonna make it all better."

Henry moved up Harriet's mountains trailing kisses until he came to
her lips. Harriet released his wiener and grabbed his face as they
kissed. "We need…to do this… more often," Harriet whispered, saliva
running down her chin.

"What, fucking in public like this? I know, it's hot, isn't it?"

"No, just straight kissing. This right now is getting me so hot,
lover, just you kissing the shit out of me."

"Then maybe you should shut up and let me get on with it."

"Hold on, sweetie, let Momma just get rid of these bothersome jeans. I
want that mass in my kitty inside of thirty seconds." Henry did as
told, his foot-long wee wee rod actually smacking him in the stomach
when he freed it, all while watching Harriet bare her perfectly
proportioned, lace thong-encased ass to his throbbing sausage.

"Oh, my Christmas candy cane is as thick and hard as it's ever been.
Oh, Mommy!" Henry groaned in pleasure and carnal release as Harriet
turned her honeydews towards him and a bead of pre-cum appeared at the
end of his wee wee, brought out by a long shopping day of stimulation,
frustration and sexual false starts. Though he was in his thirties now
and not the young, horny teenager who used to fuck his mother and
sister on so many sensual honkered Saturday afternoons, he still loved
letting his chesty sister mother and play with his pee wee just like
the old days of pussy and boobsies and wee wee spit-ups.

"'Oh, Mommy' is right, my baby," Harriet cooed, shaking her shoulders
back and forth, making her very weighty cans rock hard and heavy on
her chest. "I love mommying you, Henry, 'cause it fuckin' turns me the
fuck on so fuckin' much. Oh, big boy, yessssss! Your winter solstice
pee pee pole is so looonnngg and so fucking thick and hard! It's not
short at all! Mmmmmm, I want to squeeze that sucker!" Harriet reached
her little hand between his legs to the pulsing, blood-filled
monstrosity of a horsecock and gripped him with all the force of a
hungry hellcat caught up in a fling with a babyish, overdeveloped boy
that she mothered with indulgent sexual priming. "Ohhhhh, look how big
Mr. Wee Wee got for his Mommykins! Oh, damn, poopsie, I could squeeze
this sucker till he spits."

"Ohhhh, fuck, but this is fucking great," Henry managed between
gritted teeth, feeling more pre-ejaculate ooze out of his steely pole
under her powerful squeezing of his member as he reached a hand
forward, pawing her wobbling woman wiggles.

"Ohhhh, I do love me some pre-cum, babycakes, all clear and sweet and
shit," Harriet said, kneeling to lick Henry's length as her naked rack
wriggled. "Just like my favorite popsicle, creamy and dreamy and
everything. Mmmmm!" She licked and kissed his pee wee head until it
started to turn an angry shade of red. Just then, a voice came from
outside the door.

"Hey in there, do you need any help? People have been hearing shit
outside."

Harriet got back to her feet and opened the door, with Henry's
stiff-as-steel shaft still poking out in full view of the saleschest.
"Yeah, we might need a little help in here. You up for some fun,
honey? Help me get my spit-up out of this monster manmeat, and I'll
share the bounty."

The saleschest answered by unzipping her fluffy Santa top, releasing
the full glory of her wobbling F-cuppers, and stepping inside. "Ooh,
those are a lot bigger than an F-cup. Help me clench this big fucker,"
Harriet instructed her as she entirely engulfed Henry's right side
with titmeat, while the saleschest used her considerably smaller but
nonetheless enticingly oversized boobs to overcome Henry's flushed and
throbbing foot of penis from the left.

Henry just groaned as he watched the four pillow tits plow through his
resistance. "What's your… name, big tits?" he managed between groans.

"Candy is my name, fucking and sucking my game, and yes, I taste as
sweet as my name suggests," the saleschest moaned in one breath before
taking Henry's tumescently turgid cockhead between her thick
dick-sucking lips as both she and Harriet pinned the long, stout organ
between their two pairs of perfect protuberant plumpnesses.

"Holy fuckin' shit, you are a big one, aren't you, sweetie," the busty
red-headed working girl breathed as she squashed and bumped her jumbo
jumper-up-and-downers hard into Harriet, who was just a stacked
stranger to her, as was the swollen and shiny with pre-jizz wanker
pinned between their four monuments of boom boom ebullience.

"Ohhh, yeah, Candy, that's a good girl," Harriet encouraged her, a
hand under each of her own hills as she ground her gazongas against
the much younger Candy's cantaloupes, the both of them wriggling their
hooters against each other, finally locking them and then working up
and down on the shiny sheen of the skin of Henry's Humper humpstick of
a monster mad-humpin' cock. "Uhhhhh, that's it, sweetie. Work this
fucker fuckin' good as shit. Spread that Christmas Buxsom cheer. Oh,
this is my brother, by the way."

"Tee hee hee, holy fuck! Wow, you like fuck your brother with your
tits and shit!" Candy laughed inanely as she ground her close-to-G-cup
flesh against the older blonde and now around and all-encompassing his
wiener. She definitely sparked good tidings in Henry's foot-longer
schlonger, using the fluid on it to speed and sweeten the tit-fuck she
was involved in. "Gee whiz, I can understand why though! Tee hee! If
my brother had a dick this fucking big, I would fuck him, like, all
the time and shit!"

"Yeah, and I do, when my mom isn't humping the hell out of him,"
Harriet assured her, slamming her tits hard against Candy's again,
creating another lock as they ground on his prick with their hamhock
hangers.

"Ohhhhhh, Mommy and Candy, yeaaahhhhh!" Henry squealed and drove his
penis up hard between them by bucking his waist up and down. "Four
titties, four boobies, four crazy Christmas blimpers! Fuck, I think
some more cum is leakin' out of my wee wee! Mmmmm, shit, yeah!"

"So it is!" both triple J-ed Harriet and the F-er honkered Candy
accidentally chimed out at the same time. The blonde thirtysomething
mammaried mother, sister, and all-around huge-boobed Harriet and the
eighteen-year-old red-headed Santa sans top almost punched their
pontoon-boom booms together around his wee wee, whose head shimmered
like a star on a Christmas tree as the clear ejaculate leaked and
leaked. Henry felt it run down his slick urethra as the two ladies
used their milkblimp weather balloons to bunch hard and tight around
his penis, and then the female foursome of funbags merrily worked up
and down on his shiny skin as he grunted.

"Jinx! Tee hee! You owe me a fuck, Henry!" Candy laughed at the fact
that the two proud and randily-racked tittering and tittered wee
wee-titfuckers had burst out a reply at Henry's obvious semen
spillage, brought by good customer service, breastocentrism, and
sisterly altruism with an orbular nomenclature. "Christmas,
Cunnlingus, and Kris Kringle, you're hung better'n Santa's fuckin'
reindeer. Geez! My brother only has, like, a six inch pee pee between
his legs. Tee hee! Ohhhhh, yeaaahhhhh, mmmmm, I'm gonna work it, hump
it, shuck it and fuck it with my boobie flesh! Mmmmm! Tee hee!
Wowsers, this thing is like a leaky pipe, only thicker and harder and
it leaks more! Tee hee! Will you marry me?"

"Ohhhhhh, I would," Henry moaned, the ache in his
needing-to-spitter-and-sputter stalk only growing more intense as his
sister and his new friend massaged and almost mauled his manhood with
their quadruple quaking fucking mountaintop tankers. "But I married my
mom like 16 or soohhhhhhhhh, fucking fuck me sideways, 16 or so
fucking years ago. But I let sis here play mommy on my wee wee warrior
from time to time too. I mean, wooowwww, what could be the fucking
harm? Ha ha!"

"As long as you let me in for some alone time with my
fifteen-fucking-inch nephews, there won't be any need for harming any
part of you, brother dear," Harriet joked, still milking her
second-favorite wee wee wonder. She rubbed her inch-long milkspouts up
the stalk and across his cockhead, making sure they were covered with
his delicious pre-cum.
"Ahhhh, shit, Hare, I'm gonna come, gonna cover these four fucking
boobie-mashing funbags! Ahhh, fuuucccckking shiiiitttttt!"

"Do it, baby bro, do it; oh, my god, it'll be soooo fuckin' hot,
Henry, won't it, Candy? Ohhh, aahhh, I'm gonna lick up every drop,
too. We're not about wasting perfectly good cum at my house, Henry
Sisterhumping Motherfucking Humper!"

Ten seconds later, Candy and Harriet were lavishing licks over Henry's
still leaking prickhead. After the first five squirts covered Harriet
and Candy's faces and the tops of their ten-gallon tits, the cum was
flowing more like a river than Old Faithful, and Harriet, true to her
word, had not missed a drop. Candy, used to working with much less,
was somewhat surprised but the excess of semen.

"Holy fucking shit, what a cannon! My brother Tim never comes this
much. He's usually good for two or three and then he's out like a
fucking blown Christmas light! But Henry, ooohhh, shittt, Henry, I'm
gonna have to have regular helpings of this Christmas log!"

"Just come on by the house sometime," Henry said nonchalantly, looking
at the four titters as his dick sputtered its last emissions. "If I'm
not around, my sons will be happy to give you all you can stomach.
Those two will team up and fuck you till you are walking funny, Candy.
Ha ha! Then they will try to fuck you a few more times too."

Candy opened her mouth to say something but was stopped by Harriet
clamping her lips tersely to Candy's right tit to catch a strand of
semen dangling there. In the next few minutes, Henry was privy to a
scene of such sexual excess, one would wonder if his twelve-incher
would ever totally deflate again. He watched with rapt attention as
Harriet and Candy licked every drop of pearly ejaculate from each
other's bodies. He listened, as if a divinity was speaking, to the
sounds of moaning and sucking and swallowing while the girls cleaned
each other like a pair of cats, licking and wetting every surface that
held a trace of cum. Not until Candy started pulling on one of
Harriet's nipples with her teeth did Henry make a sound of longing and
begin to move his painfully hard wee wee towards the area of the
salesgirl's honey pot. He was ready to stick his dong into at least
one of their pussies.

"Now, now, brother dear, there'll be no fucking the help," Harriet
admonished in her best motherly voice as she squeezed her own boobie.
"We came here for you to raid my tomb and treasure chest, not waste
your pent-up energy on the help." Harriet turned to Candy and placed a
hand atop each of the teenager's large knockers. "Sorry, love, but
you'll just have to wait your turn. I've had dibs for about sixteen
years now. But do drop by the house sometime. Henry will give you the
address when we are leaving. I promise you won't be disappointed."
With that, she stood Candy up and shoved her out the door by the jugs,
stained Santa top in hand. "Geez, Henry, every time I want to fuck
you, some interloper fornicator seems to get in the way, tee hee hee!"

"Ohhhhhh, Mommy!" Henry crooned, reverting back to the boobie
mommy/wee wee baby roles they had been playing before Candy had been
coaxed into the Christmas boobiemash of joy. "Oh, my wee wee wants
Mommy way more than he wants Candy; though Candy was yummy, it's Mommy
and her honey cunny that baby's wean machine wants to squirt cummy
into, mmmmm."

"Oh, fucking shit, Henry! Now I understand why you and Mom loved this
role-playing fucking shit so fucking much!" Harriet almost squealed as
her shiny-from-saliva bomber bazooms rocked and shimmied under the
lights of the dressing room and her brother's winkie stood up
straight, solid, thick and monstrous once more. The brassiere modeling
had been forgotten completely. "Shit, it turns me on so fucking much
to mommy the sticky out of that wee wee of yours and mommy you with my
mommy-sized mammies! Oh, horseshit, tee hee, my boobies are still a
little sticky from your fuckin' baby spillage that Mommy's baby spit
the fuck up out of his big mushy head onto momma Hare's harrowing
honking headlight hamhock huger'n fuck hooterly hunks of TIT! Damn,
but you're makin' my fuckin' pussy so fuckin' wet and you haven't even
stuck your poker in the fireplace this Christmas, proud Humper,
yipppeeeeeeee!"

"Oh, yeah, Mommy me so mommyfuckin' and mommysuckin' good, Hare!"
Henry moaned as she tweaked and pulled on the white skin of one of her
knocks and her hand closed around his ever expanding root of maleness
now full of blood and a deep, abiding hunger for fuck. Today, Henry
knew where his wee wee was going. "Sweet Jiminy Christmas, Hare, just
how big have you gotten since you stopped nursing? Those hoots of
yours are horrendously big now. I mean, I know you got bigger when you
had Charlie. Lemme tell you, I didn't think Hilda would ever stop
growing while she was pregnant with our kids!"

"Henry, less talking, more sucking. I wanna feel your teeth on my
nipple, chewing on me like a big piece of Boobahlicious. Tee hee. And
I want you to suck like you expect something out of them," Harriet
said impatiently, attempting to feed her funbag further into his
mouth. She had been waiting just as long as Henry, longer truth be
told, as it was she who talked him into coming shopping with her in
the first place. She always enjoyed her time with Chuck, even more so
with Charlie, cause his wee wee was bigger, but there was just
something about having her own brother sucking the fuck out of her
watermelon mams that always got her so juiced. And it always went the
same way. The more Henry gorged himself on her tits, the faster she
would tug him until either he couldn't hold back and covered her with
his fire hose of an eruption, or she finally got so worked up, she
jammed his wee wee up her cunny until they both came in spades. She
always enjoyed the latter, though it was tough to hold back until that
last moment of expulsive good orgasm. But she had tried that once
before with… exciting results. Henry hadn't been able to get it up for
a good while after she finished with him.

"Mmmmm, heh heh," Henry chuckled in a voice of mock offense as he
lifted his teeth and lips from her long, puckered nipple and very
large, spacious areola, which looked about the size of a pinkish-red,
yet sharp baseball at this point. "Harriet, you mean nothing is going
to be coming out of Mommy's titties for her baby boy? Waaahhhhhh! Ha
ha ha! You've got to be fuckin' kidding me!" Henry laughed as his
sister returned her hand to his foot-longer-schlonger penis, and he
cheerily and luxuriantly locked his mouth onto her other bare triple J
flesh woofer, one of her two woofers of whopping titmeater
chestbeaters and then sucked noisily, causing a sound resembling a
succulent swig to reverberate from the dressing room. No milk rose and
leaked from her boobah. But Henry figured little Charlie had emptied
out her milkwagons months before she retired the ol' thirtyish udders
from the breastfeeding game. However, pre-cum rather copiously
squeezed from the opening in the apple-sized bloated head that stood
atop his leaky wee wee and its thick and veiny stalk, the veins
networking across the surface of his horsey-hung cunny-fucking tool.

"No, my baby, Mommy doesn't have any milk for you, 'cause that hungry
little mofo Charlie already sucked 'em so hard that I finally had to
wean him, that is, right before he 'weaned' me, tee hee, and right in
the pussy, too. Tee hee hee! Nothing may be coming out of my Humper
spigots, but it looks like baby is giving Momma Hare some drip, drip,
drip from the mushroom tip, poopsie. Mmmm, now that is cute, Henry.
Now suck me, bite my tittie, for fuck's sake! Stop being so fucking
shy! Tee hee! Oh, I forget how much fun it is to hook up with you
sexually sometimes."

"I'm always ready to rile you up, Hare. It's almost as fun as teasing
my girls," Henry said before he locked his teeth on Harriet's nipple,
chewing it like a piece of Bubble Yum and listening to her barely
contained moaning, feeling her grip on his pole tighten as he pulled
and twisted on her other milkspout with his tactile talents. Several
decades of fucking had taught him the combination to her safe, but he
had much more fun drawing out her pleasure until she was dangling from
that precipice, begging him to send her over into an abyss of
sensational sensation.

"Do Mommy's milkspouts feel good when baby does this?" he asked
playfully as he pulled on them together, one with his mouth and the
other with his hand. Her hardly contained "Hell fucking yessss!"
spurred him on to alternate between stalks, munching on her puffed-out
areola, which had seemingly inflated half an inch thanks to his
digital and oral interference. He could postpone his orgasm almost
indefinitely when Harriet was like this. She was too caught up in her
own orgiastic bliss to worry about returning the favor, and that
suited Henry just fine. "Does Mommy want her baby boy to play twing
twang with her little clitty?"

"Ohhhhh, fuckkking hell, strum it, Henry! Stroke that fucker like it's
your foot-long! I neeeed to cooooommme, baby! Oh, fuck, I gotta come
something fierce! Fuck me fucking sideways, anywhichways, I neeeed to
commmmeeeyyyy, Henryyyy!"

"Then a good comey Mommy shall receive!" Henry declared loudly before
giving a raspberry to her hefty sweet right hooter, motorboating her
tit and then letting his hand delve down to her nether region, which
only contained a tiny tuft of blonde hair. Taking her cute little
clitoris between his thumb and forefinger, he tugged, rubbed and
tickled her miniscule female equivalent of the tree trunk tool between
his own legs. "How's that feelin', boobie girl?"

"Oh, Henry, my love, that feels so fuckin' good and it's been so long
since you've touched me down there, at least since earlier this
afternoon when we were in the drive-thru and fucking around," Harriet
sighed, her hands flailing back and neglecting his wiener while her
knockers beat against each other with fleshy smacks as her body jerked
and jostled like she had hold of a live wire. "Yeah, mmm, just keep
clitty happy, baby. Digitize me, Henry."

"Why the fuck are you talking technology now of all times, Hare?"

Harriet turned, incredulous, and smacked him in the arm skillfully
with one boob. "Fucking fingers, Henry! Add some motherfucking
fingers, stick them inside my pussy as you rub my clitty with those
other fingers you are already using! And Henry, get me the fuck off!"

"Alright, alright, my bad. Jeez, it's not my fault I'm not thinking
straight. I am fucking my big-titted, incurably horny older sister in
a public setting. It's been a while since we've done this shit, baby.
Mmmmm, and it feels good on my end too, Hare, that is, if you give a
shit about that right now."

Henry used Harriet's copiously flowing juices to wet his fingers
before moving them across her labial lips, sending shivers up the
triple-J cuppered fornicating mother's back and into her jubblies. Her
hands rose to tweak her fully distended inch-long nipples, seeking to
multiply her pleasure as her accomplished brother played havoc with
her soaking wet quim. Near silence seemed to fill the dressing room
for the first time since they entered, Henry focusing on giving
Harriet as much as she could take without actually giving "it" (wee
wee) to her, while Harriet was constantly pushed higher from one
sexual plateau to the next, the heavy-boobed minx only letting out
barely perceptible little cries and pants replete with need. Henry
paraded his fingers inside and all over her man-pleasing
wiener-holster, all while using his tongue to keep his sister's erotic
bud constantly throbbing, thereby keeping her in a constant state of
sexual nirvana. She hadn't said anything since he had entered her
digitally, and it was making him a little worried.

"Hare, you still with me?" he asked, pulling his fingers out of her
and rubbing them on her thigh before fluffing each mountain that rose
from her chest to rouse her from her quietude.

Harriet, by now only aware of the fact that her pleasure had stopped
coming, blinked a few times before coming back to her senses. "Mmmmm,
Henryyyyy, why'd you stoooop?" she little-girled. "Kitty wants Mr.
Python. Mmmmmm. Mommy likes Mr. Python, a lot." She sat up now, roused
from her sexual reverie and pushed him back on the floor, leaning her
top-heavy upper body onto him and squeezing Henry's wee wee between
her zeppelin jugs. "Mr. Python likes it between Momma's titters,
doesn't he? He'll like it even better inside Kitty."

Henry watched, grunting and groaning as his sister, barely in her
right mind now, plunged her Humper brand honkers up and down on his
pee wee pole. His hands automatically rose to her JJJs too, squeezing
and groping as much flesh as they could reach as his peter traversed
her cavernous cleavage. "Oooohhhh, poopsie likes Momma's funbags,
doesn't he? Likes playing with Momma's milk tanks, and fucking them
too. Mmmmm, look at the seepy, creepy semen eking out of Momma's baby.
But we've done that fuckin' shit already, Mr. Peener. Candy and I did
a nice four-canned clamper on this cock and balls, poopsie. We gave
Mr. Wee Wee a mammary hug."

Without a word of warning, and with a ripple of heaving heavy chest
flesh, sending sweat droplets into the air and causing his rigid
member to swing around, Henry's sister unlatched her teater-beaters
from around his tinkle toy and then dove onto his penis orally,
immediately and effortlessly engulfing the entirety of his prick and
swallowing it down her gullet, then shaking on it like a dog with a
bone, or in this case, a boner. A mammary hug had given way to a
sisterly mouth hug.

"Mmmmmppphhhhh!" Harriet managed, her rocking rack swaying and tapping
her chin as her nose smooshed against his pelvic bone and then rose
and fell rhythmically as she gave him a quick "up-and-downer", her
little ski jump tapping against his pelvis again and again, his wee
wee traversing throatward.

"Ohhh, Mommy, ohhh, Mommy," Henry moaned in what was almost a soft
mantra as he made a reach for her catapulting big fucking woofer-sized
speaker-sacks of sweet fatty tissue as her golden blonde angel hair
flowed around the fluttering quasi-face fuck being imparted as he
bucked his waist a bit now and put a hand on each of her ears. "Ohhh,
Mommy, ohhh, Mommy."

His mantra never stopped, but Harriet suddenly did. Without a warning
she snapped her motherly blonde head up from his pecker, letting it
flail out of her mouth and throat and making her naked knockers pop
against each other before settling weightily back on her chest.
Harriet then winked at Henry, who had barely caught his breath as he
glanced at the rigid and spittle-slick stalk between his legs. Without
missing a beat, the gazongaed goddess stood up with a start, bent her
hot body forward as she leaned against the wall of the dressing room
and spread her legs as wide apart as she could before running a finger
up and down her pink and moist slit hungrily.

"Oh, Henry," his older sister cooed, pointing to her fragrant pussy,
which contained only a tuft of blonde fur. "There's no place like HOME
for the holidays. And I think wee wee knows where home is, doesn't he?"

"He sure as fuck does, Hare, and wee wee is coming home right the fuck
now." With that, and without hesitation, Henry finally slid his
foot-long into his second favorite bun warmer, burying all twelve
inches inside the triple J-cuppered cupcaked blonde minx he called a
sister. Her pussy felt welcoming, wonderful and wantonly warm, like
nirvana wrapped around his wanting stalk. Best of all, it was a deep,
tight canyon of carnal possibilities. Moans and strings of curses
greeted Henry's ears as he just held himself there within her for a
few lovely and pleasurable seconds, listening to his hugely-hootered
humptastic big sis moan out her pleasure to the world.

"Oh, fucking Christmas lights in Humperville, Henry, I forgot how huge
you are! I just saw the light at the end of the fucking tunnel! And I
think your wee wee is just about touching the end of the tunnel too,
fucker! Oh, shit, move it, Henry! Fuck your overendowed, overboobed
sister like there's no fucking tomorrow! I neeeeeed to be reeeeeeamed,
Henry! I need to be wienered with your winky wean-wean! Fuck me, you
daughter-fucking, mother-and-sister-fucking, grandmother-fucking wee
wee warrior, son of a fucking big-tittied fucking bitch motherfucker!"

Harriet's line of cursing and demands went on for some time. Henry
obviously knew what would please her pussy and poured it on, slamming
his salami in and out of her as fast as he could, plunging his prick
to the depths of the receiving receptacle for his pent-up powers of
fuck now residing in the steel column of his cock that poked its girth
in and out of her vagina and made her chest hills fling about.
Eventually, Harriet's legs gave out, and they slid to the floor with
Henry still inside, never missing a beat. Harriet stuck her plush,
squeezable, "come-fuck-me" ass in the air for Henry to have his way with.

"Spank me, you big dicked motherfucker! Do it now! Oh, jeez, Henry,
fucking spank my ass! I've been so fucking naughty and I need to be
spanked! Fucking slap my big round ass and punish me! I'm a naughty
girl who lets her brother pork her! I need discipline! Ohhhhhhh!"

Henry was a little surprised at this new outburst. He had never seen
this side of his second favorite fucktoy, at least not lately, but at
this stage in their amorous game, he knew better than to ask if she
really wanted this. Of course she did. And so he began to give her
voluptuous ass open-handed smacks with his palm as he greedily fucked
his wee wee in and out of her cockholder making her knockers splay
apart and then clap each other like a pair of hands giving applause
instead of a twosome of teatsome.

SMACK!

"Oh, fuck, yes, Henry! Spank me! Fuck me! Anyway you want me!" Harriet
sang out, tits beating together.

SMACK!

"For the love of fucking and fucking love, don't you stop, Henry!"

SMACK!

"Fucking hell in a handbasket, Henry, slam it, shove that swizzle up
my chimney, Christmas shopper fucker! Oohhhhh, fucking fuck me
motherfucking all over the motherfucking place, oooooohhhhh,
aahhhhhhhhh! Goooood, Henry, get me preggers again, fucking fill me
with your yummy holiday cummy! Jumpin' Jiminy Jizzin' Jingle Bell
Cocks, I need it so bad, Henry! It's a fucking fuck drug, and I need
my fix, baby. Momma neeeeeds her fix; give it to Momma so fucking
good, big dick! Ream, slam, buck, hump, fuck, fuck, fuck, aaaahhhhh…!"

They continued in this vein for a while, Henry having had almost no
stimulation after playing what he called "twing-twang" with Harriet's
quivering clit. Still, it didn't take long for him to reach his limit,
not with his sister cursing multiple blue streaks and the exquisite
squeezing his penis was getting from her moist insides. Then, he got
an idea. He got an awful idea. Henry got a wonderful, awful idea. He
leaned forward to whisper in her ear. "Hare, I'm gonna turn you over."

Harriet stiffened slightly at this, her knocks knocking together. She
made a sound like an exquisite revelation being revealed at last,
almost as if she had just won the fuck lottery. "Do it, Henry, twist
me so you can suck the fuck out of Momma's heaving hoots as you wee
wee her wanton box. Oh, shit, Henry, turn me over with your hogleg
still inside!"

And Henry did so, fastening his lips around his sister's over-engorged
areola, sucking her nipple nearly to the back of his throat. He chewed
and munched on Harriet's most sensitive breastmeat while she thrashed
under him, trying to get more of him inside her, more peener, more pee
pee pole piping up her vaginal chute. This was the same way she
behaved when she put a pillow under her fulsome ass at home when she
was getting fucked by Chuck or Charlie, who were also probably sucking
her tooters at the same time.

"Oh, my mammaried mommied sis got her pussy twisted around the plank
while her boy fucked it, didn't she? Ohhhhh, fuck me sideways,
Harriet! You're squeezing me so tight down there! It feels like your
gonna pinch my dick off!"

"Why the fuck would I want to do that, Henry? Then, I'd have to find
some other way of getting my RDA of wee wee, and we both know how much
I love getting split by your wee wee warrior. Mmmmm, it's the joy of
getting you in the buff and then your wee wee working in 'the pink'.
Tee hee. Ohhhhh, ohhhhh, ohhhhhh!"

"You know what just occurred to me, Hare? Uhhhhh, yeah, uhhhhhh, fuck!
This is the first time in a long time that we've gotten to have some
just-straight-up, no frills fun time with my cock and your puss. And
she's a good little puss too. She only does what she is told and takes
what she is sold. Ha ha! Ohhhhh, there is the right angle, yeaaahhhh!"

"Mmmmm, I knoooow, Henry," Harriet said through her moans as she
bucked her hips back and forth in time with Henry's pumps, scrumping,
humping and pumping against the length of his stick as her hills of
roiling rakish rackish rounders pounded up and down to keep time. "Why
do you think I was so e-iiiieeeeee-ager to get that top-heavy tart out
of here? I wasn't about to share my favorite wee wee with a complete
fucking stranger, I don't care how bloated she is up top. Mmmmm, fuck
it, Henry, fuck it! She may be dressed like Santa, but she is still
just a silly kid with big tits. You need one of your two familial
indulgent Humper boob maidens to fuck you, Henry. We want you most, baby."

"It's always nice to be wanted, Hare. I've missed having my womb
raider in your snatch, too, to be sure. I swear, the only person who
squeezes me better is Mom. It's like Mr. Wee Wee's on vacation when he
pokes his head into one of your two slots and just revisiting the
tourist attractions. Shit, Hare, I'm so fucking close, it's not funny."

"You're fucking close, Henry? Who's getting her womb raided here?
Every fucking time you plunge in there, I feel like I can taste the
jizz," Harriet said, whimpering over the obscene level of pleasure she
was experiencing, her titties thrusting about weightily, her waist
working against him and their pelvises popping loudly against each
other and their parts finding the synchronicity of the moment, a
moment of fucking, fucking, fucking and loving, sharing, holiday
huffing and puffing, breathing laboriously at the conjoining of two
oversized and randy and bountifully-bustied and full-cocked bods
banging the fuck out of each other instead of utilizing the dressing
room for popping bowling ball bra cups onto breasts that were even
bigger. "Ahhh… oohhh, ooohhhhh… the last time… mmmphhhh, fuck, fuck,
fuck, fuck… the last time we actually had this much fun, Henry… need
fucky, need fucky… was when we saw how long I could go without,
remember… Henry? You couldn't get it up for, like, two days,
afterwards. Hnnhhhh, huhhhnn, huhhnnnn, oh, ohhhh, Henry… Henry…"

Harriet lurched as he plowed her pussy passionately, proudly and
adroitly, her legs locking at the ankles around his waist after the
turn-over and the readjusting of the never truncated, but always
inflated organ now clasped inside her deepest private space. How her
liberated ladylumpers sailed, gyrating, jiggling fleshily athwart her
chest and swinging hither and thither to smack her chin and her left
arm and then her right arm as she absorbed the brunt of his plunges to
the nadir of her nether depths. She met his ardor, his fuck appetite
that flared with every partial entry and exit of her insides and
worked her inner muscles, tightening and loosening her walls against
his wanker as it worked.

"Keep that shit up, sis, and I really am gonna cover your insides in
jizz. Ohhhh, ohhhhh, what a fucker! And yeah, I do remember. It didn't
help, either, that I had to keep rebuffing my wife, my wife who is the
horniest woman I've ever known and who I had to say no to a whole
fucking lot over those next two days. Hilda was so needing fuck that
she walked down the street and offered sex to every single man she ran
into, including the garbage man, a Jehovah's Witness, some high school
kid and the dog catcher. It was a busy day for her and a flaccid day
for me, not even any tugging on myself or anything," Henry said, with
a tint of annoyance in his voice as he remembered anew the
uncomfortable time his curvaceous sister had humped him soft. It had
been a rare occurrence and Hilda had not been pleasant to be around
then. In fact, Henry often wondered how he had gotten through the
multiple marathon sessions with her after he had gotten his vigor and
his wiener power back. Then he remembered her mountainous blimps and
he knew exactly how.

"I… can't… help it, sister-fucker; it feels… tooooo, ohhhhhhhh, Henry,
it's too fucking good! Too fucking good! I'm gonna fucking come if you
don't stop… don't stop… don't… fucking… stop… HENRYYYYY! But I bet you
had some fun once you did get it up, right? Mom probably fucked you
until she had to go and teach classes bow-legged," Harriet tittered,
her titters ringing out in the dressing room as her titties tumbled
and her cunny fucked Henry and his corpulent cock.

"OHHHHH, gimme all your cummy goodness! Cover me! I want it all over
me! Ohhh, Momma neeeeds her baby to put one in her oven, big boy!
Splash that shit all over my cervix! Ohhh, it'll feel so good, big
dick! I can already tell it's gonna come pouring out of me, you
hogleg-dicked sisterfucker, after it comes pouring out of you! Tee hee
hee!" she yelled wantonly as she splashed her juices down their
conjoined parts, her jumbo jugs jackknifing back and forth on her
chest while her Humperly hung baby brother pummeled on in front of her.

"Yeah, I did have a lot of fun, and she actually was fucking
bow-legged for a few days. Ha ha! She looked fucking crippled from
fucking on my cock! Now, here comes your first Christmas present, big
sis! Whoooaaaa, a heeeuggge load of thick, sticky cum just for you!
Out of the cock and into the pussy!" Henry laughed loud enough to
disturb the customers outside, if their rogering had not done that
already.

He gripped her undulating udders and prepared for the end of the ride
and a beautiful incestuous explosion that was close to complete and
total consummation. Henry expertly planted his planting tool deep and
just let go with his first spurt of jism. He must have spurted, shot
and spritzed for what seemed like ten minutes as he emptied his
backed-up store of semen from out of his huge testicles and into his
overendowed and overly-sensitive sibling whose soaking wet and lush
receptacle was overjoyed to receive it. The sticky liquid baby-making
batter that he basted her honeypot with felt heavenly as it came out
of his dick in hearty eruptions. For Harriet, time held no sway over
her pleasure. It welled within her vaginal walls and then spread out
in its circumference and symmetry, lighting her body aglow and afloat
in sensations otherworldly and ethereal. It just kept rolling, never
slowing, never stopping, but lengthening, widening, growing stronger
inside her pussy and her body, its breadth beyond all sensual measure.
She finally passed out on the floor.

Henry at last pulled his sticky penis out of her limp body several
minutes later, his vascular and cum-covered wee wee still standing as
rigid as it had before his ejaculation. He had had one horny shopping
day. "I guess I fucked you to a new level of unconsciousness, didn't
I, Hare?" he said wryly as a puddle of his cum flowed from her pussy
out onto the tiled floor. "Looks like somebody might have gotten a
little carried away there, sis." Henry worked his underwear over the
foot of trunk jutting protracted and hard from between his legs and
donned the rest of his clothes. He ignored the immense pressure placed
on his jeans by his erect wee wee and strode out onto the sales floor
to find saleschested Candy again.

"Hey, big dick, what happened back there? You two were going nuts
after I got shoved out the door. We could hear the both of you fucking
like crazy all the way out here in the front of the fucking store,"
Candy told him with a cute grin, again wearing her cleavage-revealing
low-cut Santa outfit which made Henry want her bazooms all over again.

"Just me and Harriet having our fun," Henry dismissed her question
with a wave of his hand, a hand that then brushed against her left
boobie. "But listen, I do need your help getting her to the office."

"Why? What happened?" Candy looked more concerned now, as if she
feared that the overgrown Humper had literally been humped to death.

"She passed out after I came," Henry admitted sheepishly, slightly
concerned about his sister, but still checking out Candy's lithe young
tweeters. Henry took her back to the dressing room, feeling the urge
for sex rise again as Candy tried in vain to force his hands inside
her cleavage, despite the serious situation. She was a horny
salesgirl, after all.

"Sweet Mother of Mercy! Just how hard did you fuck her?" the
saleschest almost shrieked when the both of them entered the changing
area and she surveyed Harriet lying on her back fainted and fully
naked, ta tas pointing into the air like two melons sitting on top of
a thin structure.

"No harder than usual. Now help me get her up. You can't imagine how
heavy a pair of JJJ-cup tits can be," Henry replied, regrettably
slapping busty Candy's hand away from the obscene lump in the front of
his trousers that she attempted to massage.

Henry and Candy both hoisted and laboriously began to move Harriet's
limp and top-heavy body to the manager's office. Fortunately, after
his time fucking, sucking and generally pleasuring Kimberly Buxsom,
the owner of the entire Buxsom chain of bra stores while he was away
with June at Wee Wee Camp all those years ago, Kimberly had made a
special agreement with Henry that his family was to receive the royal
treatment when they visited any of her chain of stores. This was a
permanent guarantee and the voluptuous red-haired entrepreneur had
also informed all her managers of this sweetheart deal. Of course,
this particular store manager, a Mr. Bobby Leach, had been a frequent
admirer and fuckmate of Hilda's when she had stopped by to squeeze a
few brassieres onto her titanic teatsies, so when they dragged the
naked-as-a-jaybird body of Harriet Humper into the office, Bobby
immediately flashed back to the last time his favorite pair of T&A had
fucked him in his office.

"Is that…" Mr. Leach began, staring at the nude form of Harriet, her
juggies jiggling as Henry and Candy deposited her on the floor gently.

"My sister," Henry finished his sentence, seeing the admiration of her
Hindenburg honkers in his eyes.

"Are you sure she's okay? I have some smelling salts if you need
them," Bobby said, beginning to rustle through a drawer after
readjusting the front of his pants as he gave her bazoom beauties a
sidelong glance.

"She'll be fine, Mr.…?"

"Leach, Robert Leach. God, she looks just like her mother, right down
to the size of those zeppelin jugs. Do you think I could…?"

"She'd wonder why not, if you didn't," Henry said with a knowing
Cheshire grin as he gave the store manager the okay to feel up her
funbags.

"Thanks," Bobby said as he bent down next to her unconscious form and
rubbed her wrists a little bit before going to work on Harriet's still
sweaty sacks of titmeat that wobbled on her upper form. He was very
persistent and prodded, poked and played with the pliable pair of
pappies, tugging the skin, smacking and squeezing at it like it was
two big gobs of malleable dough. After a few minutes of this
manipulation, Harriet started trying to move as she came around.

"Mmmmm…" she moaned as she stirred, "ohhhh, Henry, you couldn't wait,
could you, good fucker? How dare you play with an unconscious woman's
breasts, you pervert." She laughed giddily as she opened her eyes to
see the store manager toying with her milk balloons. "Oh, I see I have
another admirer. Well, take your time and really get to know Momma's
titties, okay, baby? Feel free to poke around in Momma's cunny, too,
if you get the hankering for pussy. It's a pretty deep wee wee
receptacle and Lord knows I'll need something filling me down there
after a few minutes of this shit. Tee hee." She smiled ferally,
plumping Bobby's inflated groin with her hands, impressed at how rigid
his penis was.

"Jeez, Harriet, I just fucked you senseless a few minutes ago, and
you're already getting horny again? We're gonna have to go home
eventually, you know?" Henry told her, relieved that she was
conscious, sentient and horny once more, a sure sign that his blonde
and buxom sister was perfectly fine.

"What's the rush, Henry? It's not like Mom's wondering where you
went," Harriet said, rubbing the back of the manager's head and
moaning softly as Bobby lavished licks on her perpetually pointy
nipples and then nibbled on her excesses of flesh.

"I have two horny big-honkered girls at home who want to fuck, Hare.
Plus, I just think it's time we got out of this man's hair. I mean he
probably has some work to do," Henry reasoned, his own cock
solidifying a bit as he watched Mr. Leach orally attack the rubbery
yet firm and heavy plumpers that swayed laconically atop his sister's
chest.

"Rest assured, Mr. Humper, you are no bother to me, not after what Ms.
Buxsom told us about your busty big-titted family and how they needed
so much boob support and their frequent bra buys and how you shagged
her so persuasively when you went to a place she referred to as 'wee
wee camp', whatever that is. And especially not after a succulent
treat like this pair your sister is carrying. Talk about a goddang
Christmas present!" Bobby Leach spoke almost genteelly between bites,
sucks, swigs and chews on the expansive hillsides of Harriet's hamhock
hangers.

"Awwww, thanks, sweetie. I think an even better way to say thanks
would be to pull out Mr. Wean and probe around Momma's honey pot. What
do you think, Henry? Wouldn't that be a good way to say 'thanks a
fucking lot, big-tittied motherfuckers'? Tee hee hee!" Harriet
squealed as she grabbed at Bobby and his granite-solid hogleg.

But Henry didn't answer his sister. He was now preoccupied with Candy.
He had her Santa top off once again and was mauling her wobbling,
newly-nude, FF-cup whoppers with his greedy hands. Candy, meanwhile,
had managed to free Henry's still-tumescent log from its denim
confines and was stroking it vigorously.

"See what I mean? Tee hee hee! Henry and Candy are into the swing of
things!" Harriet cried with a giggle as she watched her brother and
the saleschest chick play with each other, priming their sizeable
parts that were soon to be reused, probably even conjoined in a fuck
of some kind.

"Well, you know what they say in the sales business, the customer is
always right," Bobby said with a smile, unzipping his own pants and
pulling out his hardened stalk, sticking it right in the face of the
nubile Harriet before palming her JJJ-brassiered boobie bombs.

A little while later...

Candy winked knowingly at Henry as she rang up their order, which was
a meager one, this Bra Barn trip having turned out to be more about
bare boobs conjoined with wee wees than bare boobs being slapped into
Buxsom brand brassieres with frighteningly deep cups as they situated
themselves heavily into their holders. She plumped her still-sticky
chest for Henry again, sticking a cum-laden finger into her mouth and
the silly 18-year-old promised she would fuck him again another day.
Henry and Harriet finally made their way out to the car amid the
throngs of people still milling into the mall to shop their American
consumer-crazy asses off for the holiday.

"Jeez, it's still so fucking busy. I guess everybody else is still
shopping instead of going home to fuck, where they ought to fucking
go. I mean, the best things in life are fucking free, after all. Tee
hee!" Harriet intoned as they shoved the rest of their purchases into
the back of the minivan. "I swear, Henry, you are the only man I know
that can still look sexy driving a minivan."

"Humper genes, sis. You gotta fuckin' love them motherfuckers," Henry
arrogantly retorted, touching her terrific tits speedily with the back
of his hand.

"Indeed. But what I really love is the way you pounded the shit out of
my kitty in that dressing room," she said, pressing her breasts into
his side and feeling that needy tingle in her pussy once again. She
was going to need another romp before the night was out. "You've got
to fuck me like that more often. I've never passed out from fucking
before, at least not lately. Tee hee. Not since the soccer team took a
turn parking their pricks inside my little poozle back in high school."

It was still amazing to her that she could fuck so many times and
still want more. Sure, she had fucked around plenty in high school,
but that incessant buzz in her pussy hadn't even been this strong or
frequent back then. Nowadays, it was getting to where she needed
fucking multiple times a day with her husband or son or whoever
happened to be handy and had a wee wee dangling between his legs. She
couldn't believe how domestic family life made her so fucking horny.

"You know there's more where that came from too, Hare, whenever and
wherever you like," he assured her with a digital puff of her globes
and a pull on each areola just to spike her amorous desire for his sex
organ.

"Is that a fact?" she said, eyeing his still-inflated groin with a
hungry look. She was ready to strip and fuck him right then and there.

"Except for right now. No fucky cause we have got to get back," Henry
smiled apologetically, glancing at her overcropping outcroppings. "I
mean, it gets hard to see the road when you are on my lap riding on my
cock and balls, sis, bouncing up and down and shit while I try to
dodge traffic and avoid killing someone."

"Oh, poo, Henry, you're no fun at all. Fine, good fucker, but I'm
getting that sausage, one way or another," Harriet huskily breathed
the last sentence as she gave him a pouty smile, gripping his meat
through the denim as she shook her prodigious pontoons at him cutely.

"Well, if you're that desperate, my big juggied sis," Henry said as
Harriet unzipped his fly again, "you can always give wee wee a good
fuckin' wash, and put your lips around my peener and bounce that
little nose of yours against my pelvis again," he finished as Harriet
did just that, unzipping his pants and pulling his penis into the
wintry air. The big-boobed temptress lowered her head and engulfed him
for what must've been the fifth or sixth time that day.

EPILOGUE

"What?" Henry angrily barked into the phone, having been in the middle
of a session with Hilda, his fingers feeling her delightful dirigibles
and her lips around his pee wee. He hated to be interrupted when his
wife/mother was delivering so scrumptious a blow job.

"Henry? Did I interrupt something?" Harriet said concernedly into her end.

"As a matter of fact, sister dear, you sure-as-fuck fucking did. I was
getting a nice mouth hug from my wifey mommy, but since it's you, I
can forgive and just spit. What's up?"

"Is that sucking I hear in the background?"

"Yes, our mother is giving wee wee a good licking for helping the
girls with their Humper sexual eduction, and for fingering them again
as a reward for multiple orgasms. Of course, she doesn't need an
excuse to suck me dry, but it makes her feel more useful and parental
when she is administering a reward. Ha ha! What did you want?"

"Oh, right. Well, remember a few weeks ago when you fucked me into
unconsciousness in that dressing room?" Henry did remember, moaning
slightly as Hilda bumped her bosoms against his bare legs and circled
his wee wee's glossy head with her tongue.

"Yeeeeeah? Ohhh, Hildy, that feels sooo fuckin' fantastic!"

"Sounds like you're having fun. Do I need to come over there?"

"I wouldn't say no, big tits. You know I don't pass up chances for you
to swing your big ones into the frolicking fray here at the house."

"I know. That's kinda what this is about. Chuck is out of town on
business, probably banging his female assistant who has these huge,
ummm, personalities, tee hee, and Charlie is at his first sleepover
with a girl. I just called and they were fuckin' away and having so
much fun. Tee hee hee! He told me he just jizzed in her! Isn't that
fucking awesome? Plus the chick's mom even joined in too. Tee hee!"

"I'm glad for him, Hare, but that's left you all alone, hasn't it?"

"Yeah, and I'm feeling that twitch in my pussy again, what I call the
seven minute inch, tee hee. So would you mind if I slept over at your
place tonight?"

"Hell no, it'll be like old times again, two sets of titties wrapped
around my pee pee pole again. Ohhhhh, Hildy, I am fucking close,
bitch, yeeeaaahhhh! Hurry up, Hare, and bring your half of the fulsome
foursome right the fuck over."

"Thanks, Henry. I love you."

"I love you too, big sis. Now hurry up and get over here. And wear
that pink brassiere I like so much. It makes me fuckin' horny."

"Don't you mean hornier, baby bro?"

Henry didn't reply this time and Harriet just laughed as she heard the
sucking and moaning of Hilda's fellating mouth on his twelve inch
stalk through the phone as she hung up. She donned the pink
hammock-sized bra he had requested and then pushed her weighty
whoppers up and down with her hands. She wore no matching pink
panties, knowing she'd be fingering herself the whole drive to Henry's
anyway.

"I can't wait to get that wee wee back inside me," Harriet moaned to
no one in particular as she grabbed her keys and purse and locked the
garage door behind her.

"Ohhhhhh, I'm in luck again, there's no Chuck again, and I'm yearning
and burning for fuck agaaaiiiinnnnn! Bewitched, bothered and
bewildered am I!" Harriet sang aloud as she drove, her whopping
weighty hills wagging against the steering wheel. The overboobed
Humper thought about fucking as her pussy dampened and grew
exceedingly wet with the moisture of her horniness. Gosh, she couldn't
remember the last time she had been so moist with carnal desire. But
at least her panties weren't getting ruined.

Ten minutes later...

"Oh, yeah, my four favorite boobies, babies," Henry moaned, lying on
his back naked on the bed and looking up at a scene that would have
resembled the last thing Custer saw if he had been surrounded by
busty, huge-hootered killers, instead of Indians. "Mmmmm, ohhhhh,
shiiittttt, we are reunited, and it feels so goooo-oooood! Ohhhh,
thank goodness for my wee wee that those four things are reunited! Do
it! Slide them sweaty girly globes on my stick! Ohhhh, I'm a-dribblin'
like a son of a bitch! Yeah!"

"Ohhhh, yeah, I've missed my baby," Hilda Humper told her daughter,
her fiftyish globes of flesh and nipple and areola grinding and
working against the nearly-just-as large-plumps of tittermeat locked
against her motherly bosoms, united in the titan task of squashing a
foot-long plank of Humper hogleg penile wee wee thickness between
those two conjoined configurations of cans that squeaked with sweat
and boobly softness against his enlarged antithetical hardness. "Cause
I loved the days when I had you here at home all the time to work on
Henry's Mr. Wean together. Mmmmmm. Ohhhhhhh, remember how we would
always call it that when we drank down a big spit-up of cum together,
baby girl?"

"Oh, this is fun as shit, Mom, and I love it," Harriet Humper grunted,
her hands on her mother's shoulders, and her mother's hands on the
sides of all four of their crowded-up, top-heavy tits, his wiener
pinioned amidst the chaos and fury of all those pounds, the warmth of
malleable, doughy, yet weighty and firm flesh, working on his
rock-like penis as four nubile knockers jutted and shook and
manipulated his manhood, which was leaking a bit, to say the least, as
he drove his waist and his protracted private part gingerly and
accommodatingly upwards through the gathering of orbular outcroppings,
scrubbing and slipping his erectile delight against their incestuously
appropriate hooter hood ornaments. "Oh, yeah, work with me, Harriet!
Yeah, look at that python start to sputter a little and the drippy
shit we make tickle out of his pee-pee-er with our knocks. I've missed
my girl!"

Hilda and Harriet were tit-to-tit, boob-to-boob, breast-to-breast as
they wagged and ground and scrubbed and slid and locked their
gargantuan glands around his penis and readied him to explode. It was,
more than anything else, quintessentially Humper.


THE END