"First Date"

The Humpers return at last!
Starring Hilda, Henry and Harriet Humper in:
"First Date"
Written by Victor C. Nathan and first-time contributing writer and
consultant Daywalkr


"That's a crazy fucking bet!" Henry Humper exclaimed with a grin,
looking down the front of his sister's low cut blouse at the tops of
her braless, huge hilltops of hooter.

"Well, I'll bet you can't hold out, little brother," Harriet
retorted with a wide beautiful grin, leaning forward to allow her
horny sibling to look at even more of her creamy, gorgeous
boobflesh. "In fact, I'll bet you one hundred fucking dollars that
you can't keep your hands off of Mom's big boobs for one night out.
What do you say?"

"Oh, fuck!" Henry cursed, reaching towards the swelling flesh of
Harriet's horrifically huge honkers. "Oh, I don't know! I'm horny as
fuck right now!"

"Oh, you always are," his stacked sister giggled, placing a hand atop
her brother's crotch and rubbing his penis through the thin material
of his khaki slacks. "I mean, look at this thing. It wants me so much
right now, doesn't it?"

"When does it not?" Henry said sarcastically as he moved to pull down
his pants, allowing his humongously-hootered sister better access to
his foot-long wee wee. Harriet simply pulled her blouse up and then
leaned flamboyantly forward to fellate on her favorite humpstick.

"You know how I know you'll never last, dearest brother?" she asked
between licks and sucks on the tumescent, golf-ball-sized head.

Henry just shook his head back and forth as he squeezed every bit of
titflesh he could get his hands on.

"Because, o brother dear, you couldn't wait to get my tits out of
this big, tight top," Harriet said with a completely triumphant leer
as her bouncy bobblers bounced and bobbed in expectant fashion.

Henry didn't say anything; he just shoved her head down onto his
throbbing pecker. "Shut up and suck, sis! I can't hardly stand it,
I'm so fucking horny! Oh, suck it, little girl!"

Harriet's naked young juggernauts juggled all around as her blonde
head and thick lips slid up and down on the crudely naked erection
residing inside her mouth.

"Mmmmmm, mmmmmmm!" her cock-filled mouth grunted out as Henry mauled
her heavy, fleshy boom booms with his rough and uncaring hands.

"Now, that feels like a dream, big sis!" Henry winced at the loving
oral ministrations being inflicted on his phallic rod as he tugged
upward on his sister's hard nipples. "Do that teeth dragging thing on
the underside of my horsecock! Ohhhhh! That's it! Do it! Drag those
teeth and suck my fucking fucktool! Oh, all right! I'll take the bet!
This suck job should give me a little bit of an advantage anyway, I
mean, once you empty my sack out! Yeeeeeaaaaahhhh!"

Harriet smiled inwardly as her titmeat jumped to and fro on her
chest and she fellated happily, not willing to pass up his big
Humper tube steak.

Later......

Henry came downstairs after his shower, dressed in a fine pair of
slacks and a nice shirt. If this were any other date, he'd have just
worn jeans and a t-shirt, but he was going out with his blimp-busted
Humper of a mother. He wanted to look good. He reflected on what had
taken place over the last 45 minutes. In a moment of weakness, his
beanbag-breasted sister had tricked him into a bet that he was sure
to lose. Of course, he wasn't too chuffed about it at the time; he
was just focused on getting the huge load that had been building in
his balls for the last thirty minutes out into Harriet's mouth and
onto her massively over-endowed mams. They were so unbelievably
squeezable; any time he had the chance, he would spend hours just
sucking and rubbing and playing with her huge Humper fuckbags.

It was this weakness that worried him so much. Henry's penis needed
his mother. He needed her tank boobs and all they offered in the way
of titillation and the joy they brought to his cock and balls. He
could hear the shower running upstairs and could only imagine the
sight of his perfectly sculpted mother's physique, her little waist
and her awesome tittage that bobbed upon her upper body, her large,
round fanny that contrasted so much with her narrow waistline.

"Oh, shit, I wish I wasn't so motherfucking horny," Henry hissed
through clenched teeth, looking down at the bulge that was already
beginning to rise in his pants, wanting tittie and pussy and a plump
ass to play with. "She is going to be all over my stick. Mom is
going to be shoving her set right up in my fucking face. Shit, I
need to squirt something awful! I guess it's a good thing Harriet
sucked me twice already."

While Henry was downstairs wondering how he was going to get through
the night without his favorite tittie and pussy play toys, Hilda was
upstairs wondering what she could do to make Henry's night even more
enjoyable (or unbearable as the case might have been). She had heard
about the wager her children had placed and was really looking
forward to fucking with and just plain fucking Henry's balls dry
that evening. Not that she and Harriet hadn't been doing that as
often as possible since Henry had gotten back from his trip to
Grandma June's. The thought of what happened that day and during the
following weeks made Hilda's already needy slit just drip with
arousal. She held back her need to masturbate, though. When you had
as much ground to cover as she did, it helped to have as much help
as possible. And she was going to make sure she had all the help she
could get from her baby boy tonight. Well, the motherly Humper did
at least tweak her nipples for a minute, just to take the edge off
her desire.

"No sense in ending the fun before it gets started," Hilda quipped
amusedly as she turned the water off and started to towel off her
proudly bouncing Humper hooters.

"Ohhhhhhh, I want to fuck!" Henry cursed as he pulled out his wiener
and began to stroke his manmeat, thinking of the acres of breast
upstairs, both his mommy's and his sister's, whom he had already
fondled as he jizzed down her throat.

The hung youngster grabbed a towel just as a stream of ejaculate
gushed out of his pee pee hole, splashing onto the cloth, stream
after stream jetting out of his urethra and massive dickhead. After
squeezing the last droplets of sticky discharge out of his pecker,
Henry dabbed his wee wee with the towel and yanked his organ back
inside his pants and zipped promptly up.

"I'll be down in a few minutes!" Hilda Humper yelled from upstairs,
hooking up her knocker-holder inside her bedroom and then sliding a
pair of panties over her bubble-like bottom.

"Gotcha, Mom!" Henry called back. Even with the orgasm he just had,
the mere thought of what she must have been doing at that moment had
him re-hardening almost immediately. He knew he'd get to see what
underwear she on before the night was through, but that didn't help
his current problem. He was momentarily spared thinking about what
his too-too-terribly sexy mommy was doing when he heard footfalls on
the stairs. Harriet came out of the kitchen to watch her brother's
reaction.

Hilda Humper came down looking like a horny 15-year-old's most lurid
wet dream. She had on the smallest black minidress Harriet had ever
seen. It just barely covered her black silk panties, not that that
mattered much as she was sure to be flashing Henry peeks the entire
night. As with anything that tried to contain her massive, chesty
charms, the top looked like it might burst asunder with the pressure
that must have been placed on it. The matching black bra fit well
with the dress, but it fit about as well as any bra ever did on her.
It was the curse of being a Humper; unnaturally huge breasts gave to
humongous back aches if not properly supported. But she wouldn't
trade anything about her build for the world. Hilda loved her body,
especially the upper, chestial part of it, and she loved the
attention it garnered.

"Holy shit, Momma!" Henry burst out as he gazed at the honker-laden
hottie that finally descended the staircase, the cleavage bulging
from her blouse, the neckline so low that almost half her knockers
were revealed, the top and bra just being large enough to keep her
spacious giant areola from showing. "You look fucking hot as shit!"

"Yeah, I know," Hilda shot back with a cackle, her bazooms jiggling
as she gave his groin a curious look. "And hot for fucking too! Tee
hee! My, my, I always seem to have an immediate effect on that big
thingie of yours, don't I? Your pee pee pole prong is already
getting all full of blood and shit!"

"Tee hee," Harriet laughed quietly, her own boobs still not
constrained by any type of brassiere, the taste of her brother's cum
still in the back of her mouth. "Henry thought he'd get a leg up on
the competition by getting me to suck him twice while you were
getting ready, Mom, but I think he's hornier than before."

Harriet snickered as she eyed the almost inhuman angle of Henry's
waistband. She felt the tingle between her own legs, but held back,
knowing she had a scale replica in her room that she could fuck
herself silly with later on if Chuck didn't stop by to fuck her
first.

"Very funny, Hare. See if I let you have any when we get back
tonight."

Harriet just stuck her tongue out, wobbled her boobs at him and gave
her favorite fucktoy a quick squeeze before retiring upstairs.

"Now, don't stay out too late, children," she said before she and
her watermelon cans disappeared.

"Come on, baby, let's get going before I decide to strip and fuck you
where you stand," Hilda stated, shaking her immense chest just a
little, ensuring that it wouldn't come to rest for several minutes
and that Henry would remain at full mast for some time.

"Where the hell are we going tonight, Mom?" Henry finally inquired
of his voluptuous and dangerously curvy mother, all of her swells in
the exact right places.

"Well, since we ate earlier, I thought we would skip the dinner
thing," Hilda told him, looking at him with a wicked grin and then at
the obscene lump in his trousers brought on by the even more obscene
lumps in the front of her skimpy blouse. "They just opened up that
new nostalgic, fucking drive-in movie theatre just outside of town. I
thought we might go there. We can listen to a movie. Tee hee hee!"

"Ummmm, okay, but I might try to watch the whole thing for a change,"
Henry said nervously, clearing his throat as he watched with
excruciating frustration at his mother's titan ta tas straining
against her clothing and the round glory of her big caboose inflating
the back of her tiny skirt. "I mean, Harriet said that that new V
movie is pretty entertaining, but that it was a bunch of bullshit
politically. But I heard that the fucking critics loved it."

"I heard that too, sweetheart, but I don't go by previews and
critics," Hilda replied as the endowed couple headed for the
door. "I mean, that Roger Ebert is a complete mindless bloated
douche bag. Tee hee."

Minutes later, on the road with Henry at the wheel......

For once in his life, Henry was at an utter loss for words. It
wasn't that he didn't have anything to talk about; it was more that
anything he would talk about would lead to his having to look at his
mother, which would invariably lead to his huge pecker rehardening,
and that was something he just could not abide tonight. He just gave
a noncommittal grunt and stared straight ahead as he maneuvered the
vehicle.

"What's the matter, baby? You're usually all over me by now," Hilda
asked petulantly, glancing at him quickly as she sported cleavage so
massive that it would be hellish for a man to attempt to resist it.

Henry fidgeted for a moment before replying. "Yeah, like I said, Mom,
I'm excited about the movie, and I know if we get started, we'll miss
the whole thing. Plus, I'm fucking trying to get us there in one
fucking piece."

"Well, we could always go another night, my baby," she said
coquettishly, her teatsies wiggling cutely. Henry just sat there,
fidgeting with sleeve buttons in between gripping the steering wheel.

"Yeah, well, I...really...just want to see this movie is all," he
said, obviously fighting the urge to slam on the brakes, pull open
her blouse and gorge on the acres of titflesh he knew were there
just begging to be sucked and groped.

They finally reached the drive-in without incident and got their
tickets and snacks; both times the men behind the counter stared
unabashedly at Hilda's immense milk-jugs for the better part of a
minute before snapping out of their trance. Finally, they got the
car situated and waited for the movie to begin. Rather, Henry
waited; Hilda was busy adjusting her undergarments.

"This is why I don't like wearing thongs, horsey. They always ride up
into the crack of my ass," Hilda complained, trying in vain to
unwedge her panties while seated.

Henry eventually looked at her, just as she had turned in her
passenger seat to get on her knees. Her voluptuous, ghetto-booty of
a posterior was up in the air and barely covered, out there for
everyone in nearby cars and their grandmother to see. It shook
slightly as she tried again to free the garment from the incredible
cleavage of her cheeks. Henry was spared further torment as the
movie started playing. He had missed all the previews, enthralled as
he was by the big-bustied and big-bootied view much closer to home.

"Ah, got it finally. I see the fucking flick has started. Took them
long enough," Hilda Humper muttered as she slid her round ass back
into her seat and leaned back, her twin half-covered set of
headlights swinging forward and swishing the air in her vicinity.

"Remember, remember the fifth of November/the gunpowder treason and
plot/I know of no reason why the gunpowder treason should ever be
forgot." Over the next hour, the movie continued with several
interesting scenes to be had. Henry usually would've been banging
away at whatever piece of ass he'd brought for the trip, but the
movie actually interested him. It talked of the British government
being turned into a fascist state like the Nazis of World War II. He
thought that V was justified in his actions, and he, Henry,
absolutely loved the explosion near the beginning and the speech
preceding it. Of course, his mother didn't seem as interested. She
had watched up to the point where the girl had been about to be
raped, then she apparently started trying the same thing with Henry,
rubbing her beanbag breasts up against him, at one point almost
engulfing his arm completely. She made all manner of noises too to
entice him.

"Mom, please, I'm trying to watch."

"Who cares about the fucking movie, Henry Humper? I'm horny as
fuckity fuck fuck fuck over here and I want you to do your duty, you
motherfucking Humper fucker!"

Henry just gave her a sour expression that belied his growing
horniness. He had not been oblivious to her ministrations during the
last hour. When Hilda had engulfed his arm with her titan, saucy
pair, he had just about lost it and ripped off her blouse right
there; but he endured, using his interest in the movie to balance
out his growing lust for the mountain-mammaried sexual creature that
was practically coming right next to him.

"Henry, why don't we take your wee wee out for some air?" Hilda
suggested in a voice that sounded innocent, but belied the busty
mommy's tawdry intentions for his private parts. "You can still watch
the movie, but maybe wee wee needs some fresh air. Don't you think
so?"

"Mom, I am trying to watch this fucking movie and I can't do that
when you unzip my pants," Henry tried to protest in as convincing a
voice as he could muster, his prick wanting his boobie mommy so much
that he was painfully erect. "Don't you find this movie interesting?"

"They are going off on Christianity, while a bunch of jihadists
threaten to blow us up in this country and a bunch of Talmudic
Israelites drag us into Mideast wars! What bullshit!" Hilda burst
out, squashing her mammary set against Henry's chest as he reclined
in the driver's seat, his eyes fixed to the screen, her hand
straying to tap at his swollen crotch with her thin fingers. "I am
more interested in other things, mainly having to do with your
pocket rocket pee wee wee wee stick. Who cares about movies when we
have so many other things we could be doing? Tee hee! And this is
our first real date! Tee hee! Baby, do you fuck on a first date?"

"Mom, please stop this!" Henry growled, straining to keep his hands
from grabbing her by the tits and ripping off her blouse and
brassiere, so he could breastfeed.

"My teatsies are getting sweaty, poopsie, and it's hot outside," his
mother told him seriously, patting the front of his pants lovingly
and then pointing a finger at one of her sizeable boob bags. "I
think they really need some cool air right now. I may have to take
my blouse and brassiere off, sweetie. My honks are perspiring like
motherfuckers. I may have to take my boobies out if they don't stop
sweating like they are. I mean, my cleavage is fucking wet!"

Henry chanced a glance at his mother's obscene cleavage. She was
right; as much as they bulged out of her clothes, they looked like
semi-naked beachballs, and they were glistening with perspiration.
He could clearly make out her nipples through the dress.

"I'll pull down the windows to let some air in."

"Or I could just pull down my top, my horsey-hung baby cakes," Hilda
offered in a husky Kathleen Turneresque voice, earning a glare from
him. "Oh, come on, poopsie. You know what my bobbly boobie bags need
more than anything. They need wee wee, and as much of it as they can
get."

She actually did undo her blouse at this point, allowing more
surface area into view, which weakened Henry's resolve more. He knew
he couldn't resist Hilda's fully unveiled bosoms. Somehow, he
managed to turn his attention back to the movie. V had just killed
the third person from his past. It looked like there was going to be
some resolution, so he plunged himself firmly into that, resolutely
not looking at the twin zeppelins of titflesh in the seat next to
him even as his mother jettisoned her blouse into the back seat.

Henry worked at keeping his gaze on the movie, his eyes hungry for
all the boobie skin that was squeezing out of Hilda's substantial
black brassiere, which only covered her honkers around the halfway
point. His penis was so hard that it was almost painful and he knew
that if his mother took that giant hammock of a bra off, his wee wee
would probably rip through the front of his khakis.

"Ohhhhhh, horseshit, it's still so stuffy in here. Gee whiz, I was,
tee hee, hoping that opening the window a bit would help, but, tee
hee, I guess it didn't. And even with no blousie, they are stiillll
hot," Hilda said in a little girl voice, putting a phony girlish
pout on her lips, but smiling as she dabbed at the sweat adorning
her two big honeycuppers as their mountaintops pushed up from the
tops of her bra cups. "Gee, sweetie, it was worth a try and all, but
ohhhhhhhh, I guess I'm going to have to take this heeeuuuge bra
offfff." She said it all in a swooning voice that made a drop of pre-
cum creep from the urethra of Henry's donkey-sized dick. Henry
somehow still fought to keep his eyes on the movie as Hilda worked
on taking off the massive undergarment.

"Oh, shit, I forgot I can't reach the clasp with this little black
garment on. I guess I need to take it off too," the buxomy Humper
spoke with apparent relish over Henry's barely concealed state of
arousal. Watching the obscene bulge in his pants throb, she worked
the material down over her ginormous tittie pillows, even going so
far as to fan her extreme boulders of breastflesh.

"Now then, about this sticky-wicky brasie," her voice squeaked
cutely in the little girl voice she adopted when trying to seduce a
man. "It's got to come offffff. Tee hee hee!" And it did, uncovering
the delectable set of flesh globes that Henry feared most, the
youngster feeling his resistance fade like a gambler's lucky streak
as he surveyed their massive areolas at last.

Several minutes passed with Hilda making all kinds of moaning noises
as her already stiffened milk balloons rubbed around inside the
oversized, overtaxed garment that she was struggling her way out of.
Henry did his best to ignore them, but it was getting more
difficult. His eyes kept darting back and forth from the movie
screen to his mother's overzealous attempts to get his attention.

"Henry, my dress and my bra are ooooffffffffffff! Can you see these
things? Baby, I just hauled out the motherfucking milkwagons!" Hilda
shrieked, persistently trying to get his attention as she hefted her
bouncy boobahs up and down, her hands beneath them as she tried to
dribble her big balls of flesh.

"I can't........" Henry attempted, seeing the puppy poundage of his
mother's wonderfully naked hooters out of his peripheral vision. "I
can't look at y-y-y-you. If I do, I'm gonna........."

"But, baby, you so wanna," Hilda huskily suggested, turning her body
to the side, her twin headlights both pointing in his direction, his
protracted peter straining and begging to be set free of his
pants. "Do you want V, or do you want meeeeee, big boy? Or how about
V or tee tees! Hee hee hee!"

"Fuck the fucking hundred bucks!"

"No, Henry Humper, fuck me and I mean right fucking now!" Hilda all
but screamed. Henry jumped Hilda's watermelon mams and started
sucking like he hadn't eaten in a year. "OHHHH, ohhhhh fuuuuckkk me,
oh fucking fuck, fuck me sideways, fuck me anywhichways, you hugely
hung Humperfucker!"

At this point, she pushed him into the backseat and started pawing
at his bulge like a cat with a toy.

"Jiminy Jumpin' Juggernauts, Mom, hold your motherfucking horses! I
can only move so fast, you know?"

"Don't know, don't care, baby, just need that huge, fucking fuckstick
up my cunny NOW!" Hilda literally ripped off the button to his
trousers and fished out his wee wee, trying to wedge the foot-long
wiener towards her needy pussy. "Ohhhhh, shit, this thing is what I
need in me real fast!"

"Yep, fuck the fucking money!" Henry cheered as he attempted to
properly angle his hungry wee wee in the dim light and then without
decorum dipped his entire twelve inches into his mother's opening,
his hands massaging her tits as hard as he could, his mouth moving
to kiss her firmly on the lips. "Harriet can have that fucking chump
change! Fuck it!"

"No, keep log-jamming, fucker, fucker, fuck herrrrrrrr!" Hilda egged
him on, her bouncer bazoombas flinging up and down like heavy weights
as Henry held them, angling his pee pee pole perfectly as it shot up
her honeypot and then halfway out as he pounded her poozle. "Tee hee
hee! Shit, that feels good! It's not fucking V at all! It's not
fucking V, it's PUUUSSSSEEEEEEE! Wheeeeee, but you fuck hard,
poopsie! You fuck good and hard!"

"Uhhhh! Uhhhh! Uhhhhh!" Henry's ragged breath came out in bursts as
his mammaried minx of a mommy drove her thin waist up and down to
meet his plunges, her jumbo jubblies being occasionally crushed
between their writhing bodies.

"Shit, I can't believe I tried to ignore these fucking boobahs!"
Henry said, glomping one mammoth mammary as he kept pistoning his
foot-long dong into his mother's cunny.

"Ohhhhh, fucker, keep it up, baby, keep your wee wee coming. Fuck me,
fuck the fucking shit out of me, you sweet, sweet motherfucker!"
Hilda screamed at the top of her lungs as she kept bouncing up and
down on his column of manmeat which was solidly spearing her tight
box.

At the back of his mind, Henry thought there wasn't a person
watching the movie now. They were all surely looking around for the
bitch screaming herself hoarse and ruining the show for everyone. He
didn't care at the moment, though. He had waited long enough for
this. It was what he lived for. Sure, the movie had been
entertaining, but it just couldn't compare to watching his mom
jumping up and down on his wee wee log. It didn't match the feeling
he got when he dumped his load into her wet little cunny. At this,
he pushed Hilda onto her back and started pouring it to her faster
and faster, listening to her keep up the furious line of cursing she
hadn't stopped since moving back there.

"Holy fuck, that feels fucking unbelievable. Keep it up, baby. Fuck
me, I'm gonna come, oh shit, I'm gonna fucking come!"

Five minutes later......

"It's getting hard again, Henry!" Hilda shrieked in her middle voice,
sounding like a giddy horny cheerleader as she hauled her tough
titties back to her son's vicinity and then went to her knees in the
floorboard and pulled Henry by his wee wee into the passenger seat.
"I'm gonna suck it, Henry! I'm gonna suck it!"

"I think it's a splendid idea!" Henry said sarcastically, but
grinning like a mule eating briars the whole time. His globular-
globed momma shoved his legs hard apart and let her hoots hang
nearly to the floor as she brought her blonde head closer to his
pelvis, where his bare cock was by this time standing achingly
straight once again.

"I'm gonna put your fucking big pee pee's head in my fucking mouth,
honey," the amorous orbular English teacher intoned, letting her
tongue touch the underside of his apple-headed boner.

She let her tongue drag along the edge of the turgid, flared tip of
her favorite sex toy, watching her son's twitches as he grabbed and
kneaded as much of her titanic titties as he could.

"Even after so many wee wee washes, I still can't believe the size
of this fucker. I always have to stretch my mouth to fit your pee
pee head in my mouth, Henry. Oooooo, what a nice one. Mmmmmmm, it's
such a sweet young cock. Mmmmmm, soooooo young, but soooooo bigg."

"Oh, jeez, Mom, oooohhh, shit, that feels fucking fantastic!" Henry
responded to her oral gifts as his fingers found her nipples and
started pinching.

"See, baby, now isn't this a lot better than watching that stupid
fucking movie?" Hilda inquired as she pulled up her voluminous titan
titties to engulf his wee wee and prime it a bit before she sucked
it. "Wouldn't you much rather get a boobie job from your fan-fucking-
tastic Humper mommy?"

"Just suck my boner, Mom, will you?" Henry said impatiently, grabbing
his mother's beautiful blonde mane and pulling her head down towards
his turgid member, her plump round mounds of titmeat juggling about.

"Oh, I'm gonna suck your dick, baby," Hilda told him with assurance,
licking at the front of his big swollen helmet of a pee wee crown.
"I'll suck ya till this thing starts throwing out some jizzy fizzy
yum-yum juice. Tee hee. Don't even look at the screen. Just watch
your schlongy disappear down my throat, okay?"

"Yes, ma'am," Henry replied, massaging her bazooka bomber boobie
bumps as he let his mommy orally assuage the frustration in his
masculine root. He figured he deserved to be allowed to spit some
ejaculatory venom down her gullet. After all, he was losing one
hundred fucking dollars to his sister, though he would probably get
to fuck her after he handed over the cash.

Thoughts like that were all that sustained him for the next few
minutes. Thoughts of getting to maul Harriet's humongous H-cuppers,
listening to her moan and yell while he plumbed her pussy with his
proud and protruding prong of a penis.

"Jeez Louise, Mommy, I'm gonna make like a volcano here in a few
minutes."

"That's the point, my little Humper hunny bunny. Cover Mommy's
uvula with your yummy cummy cum. Completely drench my mouth and
tonsils with your baby batter!"

As she went on with her rant of what she'd like Henry to do to make
her scream her lungs out, several drops of crystal clear pre-cum
oozed out of Henry's apple-sized dickhead.

"Ooohhh, a present for Hildy wildy from her darling, humpy fucky
baby boy? You shouldn't have."

The stacked educator rubbed the pre-cum into her tits like it was
sunscreen. But that wasn't all. Hilda beamed as she watched another
tiny stream of pre-ejaculate squeeze out of Henry's little pee pee
cleft, his urethra almost seeming to barely drool. But this time,
she didn't reach for his anticipated excretion to dab it on her
tits. The darling, jovially-jugged Hilda simply slipped her tongue
across his manhood, the glistening warrior head of the penis that
the knockered, randy minx adored, almost worshipped.

"This second little jizzy leak was a sneaky fucker, wasn't it,
poopsie? It just ooooooozed out of your weenie's heady crown, and
wee wee thought Mommy wouldn't see it, but she sure as shit did see
it, didn't she? She licked that sneaky little drippy leak of yours
right the fuck up and swallowed that little fuck. And they say you
are what you eat. Tee hee hee! Then what the fuck does that make me?
Well, I guess there's more sucking to do. The next thing that comes
out of you won't be quite so subtle, Henry. That's for titfucking
sure, hog-leg dick."

"Not with the way you're going after it, zeppelin jugs."

Hilda might have taken offense at his tone, but right now she was
just too horny to care. Henry's cum called to her like a Siren calls
to sailors at sea, and like the sailors, she could not resist. She
dove back in and inhaled his meat log, pushing her mouth down like a
snake trying to unhinge its jaw. Henry involuntarily kicked as she
did so, moaning and groaning at the upswing in his inhumanly hot and
sexy mother's libido. In response, he groped and stroked and grabbed
at her acres of titflesh, twisting a nipple every so often and
eliciting a loud grunt and another increase in suction from the
beyond beautiful blonde giving him the best head he'd had in his
short life, which was really saying something in his case.

"Ohhhhhhhhh, fuck me motherfucking sideways, big tits, that feels un-
fucking-believable!"

He started bucking hips back and forth in the seat as he felt his
balls seize up in impending orgasm. His hands started jerking
Hilda's pretty blonde head up and down; she just went with it,
knowing her prize was coming soon.

"OHHHH, FUCKKK MEEEE! Jeez, it's the orgasm from fucking Hell!"
Henry screamed out as his orgasm blew his load past Hilda's tongue
and straight down her throat. A full two and a half minutes later,
Hilda pulled her mouth off of Henry's still half-inflated dick.

"Ohhhh, now, that's the snack Mommy likes. And it didn't cost me a
thing."

"Cost me a bit, though," Henry said half in defeat, half in
jest. "I'm never gonna hear the end of it from Harriet."

"Maybe Harriet will tease the shit out of you, Henry. But it sure as
fuck was a lot better than a box of Raisinettes," Hilda laughed, her
voice matter-of-fact as she savored the taste of her son's semen in
her mouth, his hands still petting her proud and percolating pappies.
"In fact, your cum even tastes better than those Sour Jacks, and you
know how much I love those motherfuckers! Tee hee hee!"

After returning home, wee wees and cunnies much sated......

"Oh, fuck!" Henry cursed, walking down the hallway towards his
breastly endowed sister's bedroom, and hesitating before he
knocked. "Harriet! I'm coming in!"

"Come, little brother, come!" Harriet yelled back, her voice echoing
through the door as her sibling slowly eased it open, not looking
forward to admitting his defeat. "Just don't get that shit on the
carpet, tee hee!"

"Okay, let's just cut all the shit right now, Harriet. Here's the
hundred. Go blow it on whatever." Henry was obviously upset. Harriet
could see that as he sat down on the edge of the bed, her naughty
knocks jutting forward pertly beside him.

"What's the matter, baby brother? Did baby brother get all upset
because he got his wee wee washed?" his sister joked in a baby voice
as she moved nearer to him, her proud watermelon boobies bouncing as
she scootched closer. "I don't even know what you're fucking
complaining about. It felt good, didn't it?"

Henry played with a piece of quilt, not looking up at Harriet's still
bobbling boobs. "Well, yeah, it was probably the best head I've
gotten in a long time."

"So, what's the fucking problem? You never acted like this before
when Mom or I sucked you off."

"It's a guy thing, Harriet. You wouldn't understand."

"I think I understand better than you think, Henry. You're threatened
by mine and Mom's sexuality. Either of us just has to shake our tits
or asses, and you're putty in our hands."

Henry still didn't look up at her. "Yeah, so?"

"So, don't get threatened. You've got the biggest dick at school. The
girls would and will stampede each other to get that big, fat fucker
into their pussies. In fact, I'm getting wet myself just thinking
about it." He did look at her at that point, a lascivious smile on
his face. The same smile was reflected back at him. He watched as her
nipples hardened, poking out of the already overtaxed tank top, the
garment that held the flood of her fabulously fulsome titters.

"So, what you're saying is I shouldn't be threatened because I've got
something you both want as well?"

"Exactly, Henry. Give as good as you get. Now, get over here and give
my little honey cunny some lovin'. I got all hot just thinking about
what you and Mom were doing all night."

With that, Harriet pulled her blouse up over her chest, throwing it
to the floor, then went to her back, pointing her bulging naked
boobs toward the ceiling while spreading her lithe legs, and Henry
and his wee wee showed her what he had learned that night.


THE END