"Momma"

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Around two minutes later……….

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Several hours later……….

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


THE END