"Wee Wee Camp: A Carnal Carnival Cornucopia of Coitus"

THE HORNY HUMPERS ARE BACK BY POPULAR DEMAND!
Here is the newest and most daring tittie tale yet!
Starring twelve inch Henry Humper and K-cup tittied grandmother June
Humper in:
"Wee Wee Camp: A Carnal Carnival Cornucopia of Coitus"
Written by Victor C. Nathan and Chantal Lefleur
Edited by Victor C. Nathan


"Wake up, Granny," Henry Humper ordered, turning towards the sleeping
form beside him in bed and poking her in her left breast, dimpling
the full fleshy funbag. "It's carnival day! Wakey wakey!"

"Oh, Henry. Let me sleep just a little longer," June Humper moaned,
turning over on her other side, flattening the opposite boob and
pulling the covers up around her. "All that humping last night just
wore me out, baby. Let me sleep just a little bit longer. Please?"

"If you don't start getting up, I'm going to play with the nub!"
Henry teased playfully, reaching down past her mountainous cans to
touch her feminine region. "Come on, Granny. Don't be a spoilsport.
I've been looking forward to this for days."

"Oh, all right, Henry," June sighed, slapping his hand away from her
nether regions, making her knockers jar back and forth. "Go and fetch
me a fucking cup of coffee. Once I've had that, I'll get up. I
promise."

"Oh, all right," Henry muttered, smacking June hard with an open
palm, his hand striking her only partially covered left bazoom with a
fleshy humorous slap. "Maybe you can balance the coffee cup on top of
one of these big fuckers. Ha ha ha!"

"If you don't go get that fucking coffee, I'm gonna tie your 'big
fucker' into a nice Windsor knot, you naughty little sex fiend."

June had to giggle in spite of her physical fatigue, brought on from
a night of bouncing her big boobies around while she humped her
grandson like she was a teenaged girl, albeit it one with gigantic
jugs, like a minx possessed.

"Now hurry up and get that fucking caffeine in here, Nanafucker."

Henry strode, completely naked with his crudely exposed snake of a
wee wee dangling back and forth between his legs as he walked
purposefully to the kitchen. Henry strode thoughtfully down the
stairs, reliving the events of the previous night. His grandfather,
Ward had been called out of town suddenly on business, leaving Henry
and June alone in the house. June had decided to spend the entire
night in Henry's room, the two of them engaging in lascivious
activity until they both nearly passed out from exhaustion at about
three o' clock in the morning. Putting coffee in the coffee filter
and filling the coffee maker with water, Henry sat down at the
kitchen table and glanced at the newspaper while he waited for the
coffee to brew. He remembered that this was going to be the last day
the carnival was in town, and he and June had both been looking
forward to getting out of the house for a change, to have a bit of
fun that didn't involve them getting naked.

Henry felt almost surrealistic after the previous night. He and his
grandmother had been humping for a few days already, but nothing had
come close to the night before. The joy that the 60-year-old's Mount
Rushmore-sized boobies brought the 18-year-old high school student
and his twelve inch cock was beyond anything he had ever experienced
before. When he wasn't sucking her bouncing cartoonish udders, he was
either fondling them, squeezing them, or just jamming his erect penis
between them, plumbing her canyonish cleavage as she sucked and
lapped at his light bulbous pee wee head. And when ol' jumbo-juggied
June let him put his penis inside of her vagina, things only got
better and better. Sex had never felt better to the wanton teen and
his big young cock.

As Henry was pouring the freshly brewed coffee into June's favorite
coffee cup, he heard a tremendous clap of thunder which was soon
followed by lightning that lit the kitchen with its bright intensity.

"Holy fucking shit, no!" Henry exclaimed to himself, running to the
window to take a look outside. "Oh, man! Another fucking
thunderstorm! This just fucking sucks!"

Dumping some cream and a teaspoon of sugar into the coffee and
stirring it angrily, Henry carried the cup upstairs and set it on the
night table at the side of the bed.

"Did you fucking hear that thunder?" he asked busty June, frustration
evident in his voice. "I can't fucking believe this is happening."

Suddenly, as though a cloud had burst, rain began to come down in
torrents, splashing against the window of the bedroom and running
down it in riverlets.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! No fucking carnival a-fucking-gain! Mother
Nature's big fucking titties must be full of water or something!"

"Thanks for the coffee, sweetie," June told him, taking a sip of the
hot beverage and then pushing the bottom of the cup down between her
half-naked knockers and then grinning self-assuredly as the cleavage
held it firmly in place with no manipulation. "Now them's some
motherfuckin' titties right there! Seriously though. I'm sorry,
Henry. I know how excited you were, sweetie cock. Having me suck your
wee wee up on the ferris wheel, fooling around in the sky ride and
seeing my huge old honkers in the funhouse mirror. I was even going
to take my bra off before we did the bumper cars."

"Fuck! Fuck! And fuck again! This fucking sucks!"

"I know, sexy. But, Henry? You want to fool around, big boy?"

"We fooled around all fucking night. I wanted to go to the carnival,"
Henry whined, his eyes tearing up, not even able to cheer up at the
thought of some boobcentric sex. "Why does it always have to fucking
rain when we have plans?"

"Oh, sweetie. It's not that big a deal, is it?" asked June, grabbing
the cup of coffee from between her bodacious ta tas, replacing it on
the night table before opening her arms and embracing Henry, her
humongous hooters flattening against his furry chest, pressing so
deeply into his flesh that her little nipple hard-ons left
impressions.

"Wouldn't you like to spend the day indoors and have Granny play with
your big fucker again? You know how much fun we always have, and with
Grandpa Ward gone, we'll have no interruptions. Come on, sweetie."

Removing her arms from around Henry's waist, she placed a hand on
either side of his face, raising his quivering chin until they were
eye to eye.

"I love ya, good fucker. You know that, don't you, my sweet baby? And
not just this, Henry."

June spoke in a voice as smooth and soft as silk as she leaned in
closer, jumbo bosoms heaving as her hand closed around his for the
most part flaccid penile playtoy, indicating what she meant by 'this.'

"I love all of you and not just your giant wee wee, Henry. Loving you
means more than just your twelve inches. All of you."

June leaned in even closer, her lips brushing against Henry's as they
puckered and pushed against his, tightening into a kiss that was
sweet, but also contained much intimacy in it. It was confirming what
they had shared through their bodies, boobies and wee wee and
the "special place." Henry was surprised, but returned the kiss,
puckering his lips into a smooch that lasted for nearly five seconds.

"Wow, that was nice, Henry. And I do want to say, you were so good
last night. I've never been fucked till my eyes crossed before."

"Wow, Nana," Henry sighed, elated and astonished at the same time as
his eyes left her knockers for the first time. "I think that is the
first kiss I've had in a long time. Wow, it sure got my pecker hard."

"Oh, baby," June sighed, bust a-bobbling, reaching down and rubbing
Henry's hard-on, stroking the tip with her long fingernails. "Our
relationship is so special. Don't you think, Henry? I can't remember
a time when I've felt more loved. I feel so lucky to have you in my
life."

"I know how you feel, Granny," Henry responded, reaching out and
grabbing at her bodacious blouse bunnies, unable to contain her huge
bounty in his large hands. "I don't know when I've ever had it so
good."

"Or so regular. Tee hee hee," June added with a naughty wink, jutting
her chest out proudly to turn him on. "Well, since it's raining and
we can't go to the carnival, how about you and I make our own fun? We
could have our very own carnal carnival cornucopia of coitus. Tee
hee. Come closer, baby."

Henry did as he was told, moving closer until there was only a thin
sheen of perspiration between them.

"Oooooooo, I enjoyed that last kiss, poopsie," June sighed, her
identical set of pert fifty pound puppies squashing against his
form. "It made me tickle all over, baby boy."

Without warning, and without hesitation, Granny June wrapped both
arms around Henry's neck and leaned in for another smooch, this time
crushing her lips against his as Henry's arms encircled her busty
body and closed around her back, returning every bit of the oral
intensity that her lips gave his. This time the kiss lasted longer,
seemed hotter and more intensely romantic.

"Whoooaaaaa, shit," Henry gasped when their lip lock finally broke
and he realized how rigidly firm it, and her round heavy honkers, had
caused his penis to become. "That's like the first time you've ever
really kissed me, Granny."

"At least on the lips, sweetness. Tee hee," June retorted with a
laugh.

Henry and June gave each other a knowing look as both of their gazes
lowered to the crude naked erection jutting up from his lap. They
just smiled conspiratorially and giggled as they met each other's
gaze yet again, both of them wide-eyed and transfixed. Henry was
silent for a moment, confused by emotions roiling inside him,
emotions he had never expected to feel, especially not towards his
own top-heavy grandmother.

"I love you, Granny," he finally said, reaching out and giving her a
sweet kiss on the cheek as his hand landed on the shelf of one of her
colossal knocks. "I think what we have is really special."

"Oh, sweetie, I do too," June responded, cooing as he touched her
boobie, once more taking hold of his rigid stalk and running her hand
up and down a few times, plying the loose skin until Henry was once
more standing erect, all twelve inches of him standing tall and
proud. "I cherish what we have together, Henry. I really do."

Being driven wild by his grandmother's attention to his private
parts, he continued with one hand to fondle one of her overripe
melons, squeezing it as though he were the "Charmin man" testing out
the softness of a roll of toilet tissue.

"Squeeze the Charmin, motherfucker," June tittered as her grandson
sampled her tittie fruits, her luscious boobie bounty, with his hands
while she touched and felt the almost steely resolve of the boner
between his legs.

"Ha ha. I was just getting ready to make that joke, Grandma," Henry
said, surprised at the almost psychic nature of the big-boobed older
woman's throwaway little joke.

"Oh, I can read your fucking mind, baby," June told him, leaning,
knockers and all to give him the sweetest little tinge of a butterfly
kiss right on the flared head of his penis. "I can read everything in
your fucking head. I know just what you want, Henry."

"That and the fact that my dick is as hard as a fucking boulder too,
Angeltits. Lie back for a minute, you hottie. Let's get those panties
off of you and that fucking hot piece of ass you got there."

"Oh, Henry. I just love it when you're all forceful and shit," June
cooed, lying back, titties swaying to and fro as she raised her hips
enough for Henry to grab hold of the waistband of her silk panties
and pull them down her shapely legs and off. "I love it when a man
takes control. Tee hee hee."

Henry stretched out beside June, his head near her right shoulder,
his entire body pressed closely against hers. Lashing out with his
tongue, he gave her right nipple a playful lick, flicking back and
forth at her pert nipple like a snake reaching out to capture an
insect in flight. Reaching down with his left hand, he insinuated his
hand between her thighs, into the very center of her femininity. His
well-practiced hands soon located the very bud of her gender, her
rosebud of a clitoris, rubbing it in a circular motion until June was
crying out in ecstasy.

"Oh, I love it. My little baby is touching my fucking private parts,
my little girly bud, twanging my little tickle toy. Wheeeeeee, but
that feels fucking goooood!"

"Granny, I think your nub is about average size, but jeeezz, you're
getting so wet. Does that feel fucking good, naughty Nana."

"Oh, fuuuucccccckkkk, baby! Fuck, fuck, fuuuucccccckkk!
Ohhhhhhhh......my..."

"I'll tell you some of those fucking funnyass big clitoris jokes that
are going around, since they ran a story about a woman on the news
with a fucking crazy bigass three inch clit."

"Just tell the fucking joke and keep fucking rubbing me down there,
you king of all cocks! Ooooooooo, yessssss!"

"If your boyfriend says, 'Is that a banana in your pocket or are you
just happy to see me,' you might have a big nub."

"Ohhhhh, teee heeeee heeee! That's as funny as fuck, baby! Ohhhhh,
I'm getting soaked! Ohhhhhhh, fuuuucccckkkk!"

"Aren't those jokes just a fucking scream?" Henry asked, grabbing
roughly at her closest breast and manhandling it while continuing his
digital assault on her clitoris. "If your boyfriend says, 'Don't
point that thing at me!' you might have a big nub."

"Holy fucking shit, Henry! That's too much! Ha ha ha ha ha ha!" June
said, so overcome with laughter that she could barely speak, her
titties jiggling as he fondled her clit. "Tell me some more,
sweetie! Tee hee hee! I can't remember the last time I laughed this
hard! It's a good thing I peed before we started, or Granny would be
wetting her fucking pants by now! Ha ha ha ha ha!"

"Hmmm, let's see. What's another good one?" Henry said, looking
thoughtful for a second as he still felt her boobs and her vaginal
slot. "Oh, I know. If your boyfriend says, 'Looking at your clitoris
gives me penis envy,' you might have a big nub."

Henry's used one of his fingers to strum at her clitoris while using
several others to plunge in and out of the slick and sopping wet
insides of her pussy. Henry fingered vigorously with one hand while
he pinched, fondled and squeezed each of her bobbling hooters in turn.

"Ooooohhhh, yesssss, fuuucccckkk, yesssssss, tee fucking hee hee hee
hee hee, Henry! Gimme, gimme, gimme! Fucking give me!"

"What more do you fucking want? Ha ha! I'm getting carpal fucking
tunnel over here! Get it? Carpal fucking TUNNEL! Ha ha! If your
zipper gets hung on your clitoris, you might have a big fucking nub!"

"Hee hee hee hee hee! Oooohhhhhhh, shiiiitttttt, that is funny as
fuck, and I'm gonna fucking come if you don't stop, Henry Humper!"

"Oh, I'm not stopping. Wild horses couldn't pry my fucking hand out
of your crevice. Ha ha!"

"Fucccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" June Humper moaned, her hips bucking
up and down as Henry continued to digitally stimulate her while at
the same time removing his hand from her humongous hooters and moving
close enough to her that he could capture her right nipple in his
mouth, latching on and sucking hungrily, like an infant that had just
awoken from a nap. "Holy fucking shittttttttttttttt!"

Despite her feeble protests, Henry finally removed his hand from her
slick slot, and with one quick motion, maneuvered into position atop
her, and grabbing his throbbing knob, placed the pinkish mushroom
tip of his completely turgid pecker at her vaginal introitus,
thrusting into her in one smooth motion, pre-cum already leaking from
his urethra, lubricating her honeypot even more.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!" June cried out, taken completely by surprise, her
Humper-sized hills jumping as he entered her. "Now that's a big
motherfucker! Whoooooooo!"

Henry thrust in and out of June's slippery tunnel, pawing her round
heavy bazooms in the process. It only took a little over a half dozen
plunges of his wee wee into her chasm before a rattling sweet orgasm
shook June's pussy and the rest of her full-fleshed boobie-heavy body.

"Oh, I feel better than Bill Clinton in a harem full of chubby
interns, good fucker! Ohhhhhhhh, fuck, yeah!"

Henry, his private parts still not as thoroughly primed as his
granny's were, slid his cock promptly out of her cunny sheath and
headed north, grabbing the sides of June's sweaty sweet honkers,
shoving them apart as he crammed his throbbing wee wee between the
huge fuckers.

"Head for the mountains, hot Granny. Busch beer always said 'Head for
the mountains.' I just had some bush, so I figure it's time! Hell,
yeah!"

"Oh, Henry! Slide that big fucker!" June squealed, putting a hand on
either side of her huge, honking hooters and pressing them together
tightly, firmly gripping every inch of his prodigious pecker like a
glove. Only the perspiration caused by the friction of their parts
was between them, lubricating his wee wee's ride through the mighty
chasm formed by her chest charms.

"Uh! Uh! Uh!" grunted Henry, as he thrust in and out of the valley
that was her cleavage, his breathing labored and noisy as a few drops
of pre-cum dribbled from his urethral opening. "Oh, Granny. I think
I'm gonna come. I think I'm gonna."

"Not yet you don't, Henry," June told him, opening her mouth wide and
grasping at the head of his pecker with her lips the next time it
peaked out from between her bountiful breasts during an upward thrust.

Henry slid his wee wee hurriedly out of her cartoon cleavage and then
moved his body until he had a knee on either side of his
grandmother's head of golden blonde hair, her huge boobs scrubbing
against his ass. Henry roughly grabbed a fistful of hair in either
hand and in one quick motion jammed the giant head of his twelve inch
cock into her open dick-sucking lips or DSLs, as he often called
them. Now he practically humped her face and June Humper smiled,
though her mouth and throat were exceedingly full.

"Now this is what I call creative fucking humping right here," Henry
remarked, almost casually considering what he was doing to the oh so
willing 60-year-old boob queen beneath him as he tugged slightly on
her hair, making her whole head rock up and down as he fed her his
saliva-slathered shaft that was as slick as glass by this point.

"Mmmph! Mmmph!" was all June could manage to get out as Henry quickly
thrust in and out of her oral cavity, his overlong cock reaching
right to the back of her throat as she occasionally made little
noises suggesting that he had triggered her gag reflex, her boobie
skinbags scrubbing against his backside. "Mmmmmmmph!"

"Oh, Granny, suck my big fucking dick!" he cried out, knowing that he
wasn't going to last much longer with her warm lips around him,
seemingly sucking out the contents of his balls as his semen began to
rise up through the tube of his wee wee. Thrusting feverishly, Henry
let go of June's hair in order to grab hold of her ears, mainly to
try and hold her head steady and support himself as he sought to
finally sate his sexual longings. "Look, Granny! I have your love
handles now, Big Tits!"

"Mmmmph!" was all June could say in response as she felt Henry's
pecker begin to quiver, knowing that his release was imminent, her
oversized woman wiggles sweaty and beating against her grandson from
behind.

"Let the sticky fucking squirting begin, you cock-sucking pre-
geriatric! I mean, who said that fucking love handles had to be a bad
thing! I got your ears, bitch! And here I come, come, come,
squirtsie, squirtsie, SQUIRT! I SQUIRT, YOU SWALLOW! Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!"
Henry's jism landed directly in her throat on the first three shots,
so June slid her head back until only his dickhead resided in her
mouth, causing her bloated boobies to press even more powerfully
against his ass.

"Mmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmm!" June grunted, moving her titties against his
bottom purposefully as he emptied his snake-sized firehose-like
pumping unit into her face, his globe-puppied granny tasting every
wonderful shot of his sticky 'special pee pee' that escaped with
almost violent urgency from the mushroom in her mouth. Juggied June
swallowed calmly, though his bursts were anything but subtle, the top-
heavy minx wanting to enjoy every bit of the result of the face hump
she had endured.

"Holy fucking shit!" Henry moaned while titties jumped and his wee
wee shot its last. "That felt so good to my wee wee."

June still struggled to swallow his copious ejaculate, some of which
spilled from the corners of her mouth and trickled down the sides of
her face. Reaching for her discarded bra on the floor beside the bed,
Henry took a corner of it and dabbed at her sticky face, cleaning up
the sticky ropes of semen that she was unable to ingest.

"Oh, sweetie, that was fun," June sighed, licking her full pouty lips
to remove the last few drops of cum that clung to them and dripped
onto her twin humps of tit. "Whew! Just give me a few minutes to
catch my breath!"

Henry pulled away from his position straddling her and cuddled up on
the bed beside her, using her left breast as a pillow on which to
rest his head, his left hand automatically reaching down and
absentmindedly tickling her nub as they both tried to calm their
breathing and recover their composure.

"Oh, fucking shit, yeah!" Henry suddenly whooped, discarding the
space between the huge-hootered grandparent's legs as he turned to
look out the window at the clearing weather. "Holy shit! Get your
fucking face cleaned off quick! The sun's coming out, Granny! That
means we can go to the carnival today! Whoooppppeeeee! Fuck, fuck,
fuck, yeahhhhhh! Oh, shit! I got some wee wee juice leaking out of my
pee wee head! Can you lick that off for me real quick, Angeltits?"

"No problem, sweet cock," June replied, lapping a strain of his pre-
cum off of her left tittie before lowering her head to the place
between his legs. Like a mother cat, she began to lap at the head of
his sagging penis that dangled limply between his sweating legs. "No
problem at all, Henry. Mr. Wee Wee will be clean and sticky-free in a
minute."

"I can't believe the weather has changed so much," Henry told his
grandmother as she used her tongue to clean him up like a mother cat,
albeit it a stacked one in this case, cleans her kittens. "It's not
raining anymore, and the sun's coming out, so can we go to the
carnival, Grandma? Can we? Please?"

"Ahhh, sweetie, I'd like that. I really would. But I'm still a little
bit horny. Can't I get another one out of you before we go?" June
asked, winking naughtily at Henry, wobbling her tawdry twins at him
and once more fumbling for the huge Humper humpstick between his
legs. "It won't take long, sweet cock, and then we'll go to the
carnival. Okay?"

Not pausing long enough to let Henry even think about forming a
response, June turned over onto her stomach and raised up on all
fours, waggling her ample ass suggestively in Henry's direction, her
two glorious assets hanging beneath her and touching the bed.

"Stick it in me, sweets," she cried out, her hanging pair smacking
happily together as she touched the general area of her cunny. "I
mean, Henry, I know my mother cat routine got your big wee wee all
hard and long again, didn't it, Long Dong Humper?"

"Oh, for sure," Henry sighed, reaching and toying with one of her
dangling ebullient udders that hung like a cow's milk-givers beneath
her perfect and thoroughly vulnerable body. "Hey, Bessie. Would you
like a good milking, old girl?"

"Very motherfucking funny, baby. Now, are you going to start doing a
little bit of skillful log-jamming? By the way, did you hear about
the time Bill Clinton went to the barber shop and asked for a little
trim and some longer bangs? Tee hee hee hee!"

"Funny joke, you big-tittied floozy," Henry snapped, unhanding her
boobie and grabbing her waist and jockeying his foot-longer slowly
into position, despite the fact that he had just lost what felt like
a gallon of cum from his sack.

"You are one insatiable bitch, Granny," Henry laughed, pushing the
head of his mushroom warrior, his womb raider, his vaginal voyager to
the opening of her still slick slot with one hand, while reaching
around her with his other to continue playing with her opprobrious
orb, cupping it in his hand and occasionally tweaking a nipple
roughly to elicit a whimper from between her pretty pouty lips.

"Oh, Henry! Hurry, hurry!" June urged him, waggling her ass at him
again, hoping to entice him to take care of her libidinous needs, her
globe-like gifts moving non-stopped. "Don't tease me, Henry. I can't
take it. I really can't. I need WEE WEE! I NEED him!"

"Oh, all right. I'll fuck ya," Henry finally told her, grabbing her
hips firmly with both of his hands and driving himself into her up to
the hilt, his downy hair-covered balls slapping noisily against her
buttocks and her bra-filling feisty fuckers shifting. "Now this is
the life!"

An hour later..........

"All right! Carnival, here we come! Granny's Bessie udders in the
fucking funhouse mirror! Yeah! Wee wee washes and tittiefucks on the
fucking ferris wheel!"

"Hurry up and get the rest of your clothes on, horseycock," June
laughed at the childish excitement of her grandson as she stood in
the bathroom hooking up her brassiere around her monumental mammary
glands, her sweat gland honkers, before sliding her cut-off pair of
tiny Daisy Duke jean shorts over her plump, wide and round voluptuous
fanny. "I'll be right back. I've got a surprise for you."

"I don't think we have time for another hump before we leave,
Granny," Henry replied, eyeing her brassiere-encased monstrous tits
as he slid a pair of khaki shorts on.

"No, not a hump, sweetie. I'll be right back. I've got something for
us to wear."

"It's not some dumb shit, is it?" Henry asked worriedly, still eyeing
her upper body. "Last time Mom said she had something she wanted me
to wear, it turned out to be this dumb Hawaiian shirt that she bought
me. I looked like a fruitcake in it, but I didn't want to hurt her
feelings."

"Oh, hush, Henry," June told him, putting a finger to her lips for
emphasis, nailing herself in the tits in the process. "It's not
anything goofy, I promise you. It's something I had done at the mall.
Let me just go to my room and get them. I'll be right back."

Just as Henry started to pull a clean t-shirt out of his dresser
drawer, June returned, her whoppers shifting inside her boobie cups
as she carried a package.

"Put that t-shirt away, sweet pecker," she told him firmly, adjusting
a brassiere strap to take the tension off of one of her gyrating
puppies. "We're wearing these today."

Opening the parcel, June pulled out two blue t-shirts and held one up
in front of herself and her crazy-sized cans so that Henry could have
a good look at it.

"Read this shit, Henry. It's funny as fucking shit," June said,
holding the shirt out in front of her massive chest charms.

"Oh, fucking shit!" Henry bellowed and then laughed as he read the
shirt that covered her bra-induced cleavage. "Oh, fuck! The front
says 'WEE WEE CAMP'! Let me see the back of it!"

"Okay, but this is mine, Henry," June giggled, turning the tee around
and setting it on top of her mountain blimps of flesh. "Yours says
something different."

"Oh, fuck! I can't fucking believe it!" Henry Humper yelled with eyes
wide, and for once it wasn't because he was drooling over his
grandmother's ta tas. "Holy fucking titan tits in tittieland! It
actually says 'TITTIE MOMMA'! Oh, shit, that's cool as shit, Granny!
That is cool as fucking shit! What does mine say?"

"You've gotta see this, baby," June tittered, slapping him playfully
on the crotch of his khaki shorts as she shook her whoppers at
him. "It's too fucking crazy to believe!"

"Just show it to me!" Henry said to her, almost shouting in his
anxiety to see what the back of his shirt read. When June finally
held it up in front of her blimp-like boobies, Henry nearly doubled
over laughing. "Oh my goodness! Ha ha ha ha! This is too fucking
funny! Ha ha ha! It's funny as shit! I can't fucking believe that you
had 'TITTIE BABY' put on the back of my fucking T-shirt! Ha ha ha ha
ha! This is some fucking funny shit!"

"You like it, baby?" his grandiose-gazongaed granny asked him
sweetly, handing his shirt to him while she pulled hers over her head
and pulled it down, struggling to make it stretch over her Hindenberg-
sized hooters as Henry donned his tee. "Oh, it looks so good on you,
Henry. Don't we just look like the cutest couple?"

"Yeah, and so do those big motherfuckin' boobies of yours under that
t-shirt. Funny, yours is a little harder to read the front of than
mine is, Granny. We are a cute couple, but you have the fucking
biggest couple. Oh, shit. Seeing you in that skin-tight boob-
squeezing t-shirt is getting me so fucking hard."

"Well, it seems that that cold shower earlier didn't cool you off,
baby. But Henry, we better get going if we want a fun full day at the
ol' amusement park. You haven't seen naughty till you've seen me at a
family type theme park."

"Well, in that shirt, it looks like you are hiding an illegal
immigrant family under your fucking top. Let's hit the road. I can't
wait to see all those stiffs at the carnival when they see this pair
of t-shirts and that big fucking pair under your t-shirt. They are
going to be so fucking jealous."

"They are indeed, Henry," said June, grabbing her purse and
indicating to Henry that it was time to get going.

"Yeah, let's go," Henry responded excitedly, poking June in the
breasts as he turned to head out of the house. "I can't wait to get
to the carnival!"

"You drive, sweetie," June told him, tossing the car keys in his
direction before wrapping an arm affectionately around his waist and
jamming one of her juggies against his body. "I don't feel like
driving today."

"Sure thing, Granny," Henry replied, catching the keys in mid air
before wrapping his own arm around his greatly-globed grandmother's
narrow waist sweetly as they walked out of the house in the direction
of the car.

Five minutes later..........

"Henry, can you tilt the steering wheel up a little more. I don't
have much room to maneuver here?" June asked her grandson as she
struggled to undo the button and fly at the front of his
shorts. "Ahhh, that's much better."

"Yep, you'll need lots of head room, or should I say 'giving head'
room," Henry said, focusing on her overwrought t-shirt, smiling as
his excitement grew, some of it emanating from the bulge in the front
of his shorts. Henry admiringly gazed at the insane swells pushing at
the front of the blue t-shirt his grandmother wore, making his penis
outrageously hard as he looked at her bustline, a bustline that not
even a bra could de-emphasize. "And with a twelve inch cock, we've
definitely got to make sure you've got a lot of room, a lot of space
to work within."

Henry's right hand left the adjusted wheel and, not at all
serendipitously landed atop June's squeezed to the maximum left melon
of a boobie as his busty Nana worked to open his shorts and free his
inflated cock.

"Almost got him free, baby," June told him, grinning at the attention
her tight tee and top-heavy tee tees garnered from him. "Then we can
hit the road and I can hit your wee wee with a nice sucking."

"Gosh, I love wee wee camp," Henry sighed, as his gorgeously-stacked
grandmother finally freed his already somewhat tumescent fuckstick
from the confines of his shorts and briefs, leaning lower to wrap her
pouty DSLs around it, sucking hungrily on it like an infant who had
just awakened from a nap ravenously hungry.

"Holy fucking shit!" Henry cried out, almost letting go of the
steering wheel as his big-boobied granny sucked and licked his pecker
in a most pleasant fashion. "I guess I better try harder to
concentrate on the road. I don't want to get us both in an accident.
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!"

June's attention to his naughtiest part was nearly driving him wild
as she used a hand to hold and stroke him while sucking and
slobbering on the shaft and head, one of her large breasts shoved
hard against his right leg. Without even realizing it, he began to
rise up in his seat with her every draw on him, failing to notice
that the car was slowly drifting towards the sidewalk on the right.

"Oh, that's nice, Granny," Henry moaned softly, enjoying the
surreally good feeling of his wee wee in her mouth as her blonde head
rhythmically rose and fell sweetly on his erect appendage and her two
teats lackadaisically lunged back and forth inside June's bra
cups.

"Oh, shit! What the fuck?" Henry screamed without warning, noticing
the car veering into a small group of twenty-somethings who had set
up a stand on the side of the street to promote the radical left-wing
animal rights agenda. Some held placards that read "NO FUR!"
or "ANIMAL RIGHTS, NOT CORPORATE WRONGS" and another that read "FUCK
YOU, FASCIST, IF YOU'RE WEARING FUR!" Henry jumped in his seat and
June's oral lock on his penis broke as the car veered into a stand
labeled "F.A.G.--The Friends of Animals Gestapo." It was a second
later that Henry noticed as June rose, her titties bouncing from the
turbulence of the ride, that he had hit a couple of the animal rights
nutcases and knocked them down.

"Shittttttttttttttttttttttttt!" Henry cried out as the car finally
came to rest on the sidewalk, two of the activists lying there, dazed
and slightly bloody, but still conscious and breathing as people
rushed to their assistance, as he still looked at grandma's tawdry
tit treasures. "Holy shit, I can't believe this!"

"I can't either, sweet cock," June responded, her randy rakish rack
still rattling from the collision. "You just hit two people!"

"No, no, no," Henry groaned, as his grandmother failed to understand
what it was that he was trying to say as she adjusted her mountainous
tonnage of teat that her boulder holder held for about the umpteenth
time since she had put it on. "I mean I can't believe that my dick is
going soft!"

"Henry, sweetie. Put that thing down for a minute," June said in a
stern voice, feeling the mammary comfort that could be derived from a
well-situated bra. "This is a lesson in responsibility, sweetcheeks.
You need to do the right thing."

"But what can I do?" he asked her, his face a study in anxiety as he
once more glanced at the two activists lying dazed on the sidewalk
before looking back towards the familiarity of her full and somewhat
encumbered bosom buddies.

"It means being responsible enough to keep your driving record clean
and not worrying about these fucking nutjobs! Look! They're
getting up. They're fine. Personal responsibility means getting the
fuck out of here! Drive! Just fucking drive, Henry! And take your
hand off your fucking dick and put both hands on the wheel when you
do it too! We can take care of Mr. Wee Wee later on! Hurry the fuck
up!"

With the shouting of lunatic leftists following the car's rapid exit
and the sight of Granny Humper's triple K cuppered basketballs
bounding under her fucking tight t-shirt, Henry hit the gas pedal and
burned rubber down the road, his big penis swinging limply back and
forth through the opening of his shorts, smacking the driver's side
door several times.

"But what about the fucking license plate number?" Henry said, his
face white with fear, the sight of massive moving mams not even
enough to calm him. "What if they got that shit?"

"Nothing to worry about, baby," June said, adjusting the other strap
of her brassiere now to ease the discomfort place on her squashed
left honker. "It was loose and fell off yesterday, so guess what? We
get away fucking scot-free, horsecock. How do you like them apples?"

"Not as much as I like them boobies," Henry managed a laugh as he
touched both of her barrel-sized breasts in turn.

"We got away with it, motherfucker!" June shrieked with glee as the
vehicle sped down the road, hitting several bumps and making her
tawdry huge titties leap like hopping rabbits under a tablecloth,
only her fuckers were much bigger. "Yippppeeeeeeee! Carnival time,
Henry Humper! Way to be morally responsible, good fucker! Too bad we
can't nail a couple of ACLU lawyers with the car in the carnival
parking lot. But most of those ACLU fucks don't take their kids to
carnivals. They take them to look at endangered species or to
diversity and sensitivity training classes. Ha ha ha!"

"You got that fucking right," Henry laughed, palming her nearest
knocker sweetly as he drove with the other hand.

They were now only about a half mile away from the carnival and he
could feel his excitement building as he fondled his grandmother's
boob and he smiled as he saw his naked semi-erect cock flapping back
and forth from the front of his shorts. He was sure he would get to
put it to a lot of use on this bright summer day.

"Are you sure it will be okay, Granny?" Henry asked, not entirely
sure that he would actually get away with hitting a few pedestrians
and leaving the scene of an accident. "I'm a bit nervous."

"Oh, Henry. Don't be silly, sweetie," June responded in a soothing
tone, pinching her titflesh saucily through her shirt for his
benefit. "You don't need to have any performance anxiety. You've
always been able to make wee wee stand up straight and tall for me."

"Shit, Nana," Henry said, laughing as her pinching of her tittie
pouch made his sizable stalk twinge. "I was worrying about hitting
those fucking people; not my pecker."

"Don't worry, Henry. We won't be in any trouble. I promise you that.
Who's going to fucking care about a couple of animal rights activists
anyway? Nuts like them are a dime a dozen."

"I guess you're right, Granny," Henry sighed, beginning to relax as
he finally arrived at the carnival parking lot and pulled the car
into the closest spot, knowing that sexual thrills and bulbous
bazooms were the order of the day.

"I'm still nervous, Nana," Henry whined as he shut the car off and
pulled the key from the ignition, now able to rub June's overbloated
chest with both hands. "I mean, I'm all tense after nailing those
fuckers on the side of the road. I mean, we just ran them down like
dogs."

"No, baby. I would never hit a puppy with my car," June said
consolingly, sighing as Henry mashed and pulled on her malleable
dough-like titflesh more forcefully now. "But a dog is more
worthwhile to humanity than those fucks."

"I guess you're right, Granny," Henry admitted at last, a hand going
under her t-shirt and into her bra, almost using her titan bazooka
bosoms like someone uses 'comfort food.' "But there is one thing you
could do to help ease my mind."

"What's that, baby?" June asked, then paused as they both assumed
knowing grins and both of their eyes dropped to his now almost fully
erect penis before eyeing her twin teatsies. "My goodness, Henry.
Don't you think wee wee has had enough attention this morning
already? I thought you were so eager to get to the carnival?"

"Well, yeah, I am, I guess," Henry said softly, digitally enjoying
her mammoth camel hump oscillating orbs. "But you didn't finish the
job you started, Granny. That's not fair."

"Oh, bring it here then, Henry," June said with a chuckle, grabbing
Henry's erect pecker in her manicured hand and stroking it very
lightly, giggling when it quivered in anticipation, both from her
digital skill and her chestital size.

Leaning closer, the well-built June stuck out her tongue and gently
swirled it in his urethral orifice, tickling it and teasing it until
she was able to elicit a low moan from Henry.

"It tickles, it tickles. But it feels good as fuck to my wee wee,"
Henry was finally able to get out from between pursed lips, as his
hand kneaded both of her overample assets. "I think your tongue went
pretty deep that time, Nana. I could almost feel it in my balls."

"Oh, Henry, I'd put the whole thing, my tongue, in your wee wee if it
would fit. But, alas, it won't, baby. But you've got to give a girl
credit for trying, I guess," June softly told him with a smirk as she
gripped his twelve inch pole right at the base, her udders dangling,
bra and t-shirt clad over them, but still shifting and bobbing
beneath their tittie-traps.

"Yeah, it'd be cool if you just managed to get your tongue down into
the bottom of the head of my dick," Henry managed as June tongued his
pee hole yet again, one of her bodacious breasts grazing his leg and
making him tingle.

"You are a silly boy, Henry. But what do you say? Want me to finish
that sucky sucky I was giving your wee wee earlier?"

"Do the Weather Underground hate America? What the fuck do you think?"

"Then let the sucky suckying begin, sweet cock!"

Still holding onto Henry's erect phallus, June finally removed her
tongue from his pee pee hole and lowered her head even more to lap at
his downy hair-covered nutsack, licking both testicles in turn before
opening her mouth as wide as she could manage and taking one inside,
sucking it so softly and sweetly that Henry felt a tear form in the
corner of his eye. Moving back to his erect stalk, June licked the
underside of the shaft, just below the head, tonguing it until it was
slick with spittle and Henry was nearly being driven wild.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" he moaned, his big athletic hands still manhandling her
boob bags, kneading them like dough, needing them like crazy. "Oh,
suck it, you naughty bimbo! Suck it!"

June lapped at the spongy crown of his jumbo johnson, licking at it
as one would lick the melting ice cream dripping down the edge of a
cone in the summer heat. Within a minute, June's blonde head bobbed
gingerly up and down on Henry's penis, giving him a laid back, but
very hot blow, sucking sloppily on his prick until he had a vice grip
on her sacks of tittie, moaning through clenched teeth and breathing
in gusts of air. Henry's wee wee slid in and out of June's open and
giving mouth and it felt so good down deep in the root of his
maleness and his entire twelve inches felt rushing tickles shoot
through it.

"Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!" Henry sputtered as he felt semen starting to
squirt from the head of his hard-on, the sticky liquid rushing like a
tide into his Granny's mouth, splashing into her oral cavity in
strong shots that each felt like heaven at the tip of his cock,
leaving the pee pee hole that June had insatiably tongued just
moments before as his grip on her constrained honkers tightened even
more.

Despite having ejaculated several times already, Henry's pecker still
managed to pump out an impressive load of sticky semen, blasting it
into June's mouth with such force that she couldn't swallow fast
enough to keep up with the jets of jism and had to allow some to
dribble from the corner of her mouth and onto Henry's lap.

"Mmmmmppphhhhhh," was all she could utter, as Henry's wee wee finally
let up, allowing her to swallow what was left in her mouth and then
lick her lips, making loud smacking noises as she did so, keeping the
excess from splashing onto the chesty region of her burdened tee.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, that was fucking spectacular," Henry sighed,
pushing June's head down lower in his lap so that she could lick up
the few drops of ejaculate that still clung to the head of his penis
and he could cop one more gratuitous feel of her hilly couple. "Oh,
Granny, you sure do suck a mean dick, you big-tittied bitch."

"Well, there's no dick I like sucking more than yours, Henry. I love
sucking your big huge dick and I looooveee swallowing all your cum.
You squirt so much of the sticky stuff that I have to chug-a-lug like
a crazy motherfucker to get it all down with no spillage, baby. You
give Granny so much of your lovely 'special pee pee', don't you? You
and that horsecock. In fact, I think I have a hankering for some more
of your cum, sweetie. Would you mind if I sucked it one more time
before we go in the carnival?"

"No, I would not mind at all," Henry said with a beaming smile,
releasing his hold on her monstrously immense girly glands for just a
second.

Around five minutes later..........

"Fuck, Henry. You squirted more than last time. How did that feel?"

"Oh, shit. My balls feel like fucking concrete, Granny. Hard as
rocks. I think you've just about jizzed me out for the fucking day!"

"Oh, sweetie, you say the sweetest things to me," June told Henry,
reaching up to stroke his face with her hand and plant a soft, quick
kiss that barely grazed his lips. "Now put that big fucker of yours
away for awhile, and let's go enjoy that carnival!"

Both of them rearranged their clothing before climbing out of the car
and locking their respective doors. Walking to the passenger side of
the vehicle, Henry put his arm around June's waist as she did
likewise around his and the two of them headed off in the direction
of the midway rides. Walking along, they, especially June, garnered a
lot of attention, several men giving her shrieking wolf whistles as
she passed, her breasts bouncing wildly beneath the tightly stretched
fabric of the t-shirt she wore.

"Hey, Tittie Baby!" someone suddenly shouted from behind them. "Hey,
everybody look at the fucking Tittie Baby!"

Henry turned, removing his arm from busty June's waist to look
towards the voice behind him.

"What the fuck?" Henry yelled, looking at the smarmy looking thirty-
something man who stood grinning, wearing a tacky Hawaiian
shirt. "You have no fucking idea what you are making fun of, asshole!"

"I'm making fun of you, Tittie Baby!" the guy replied, grinning
wickedly. "A Tittie Baby in 'Wee Wee Camp'! Ha ha ha!"

"Well, laugh it up, you fucking loser!" Henry said with a proud
defiant look as June spun around towards the arguing pair, her heavy
boobies swinging heartily around with the rest of her. "Cause these
are the fucking titties, you fucker! Big, round and heavy and
lusciously hot, and you aren't the one with your hands on them on a
daily basis! And you'll sure never get to suck 'em either! How do you
like these big fucking puppies, you middle-aged loser?" Henry
indicated June's towering shelf of a bustline, poking her right boob
with his index finger, watching it dimple under her blouse and then
patting it sweetly with an open palm.

"Yeah, asshole," June said with a smirk as Henry touched her bosoms
with reverence. "I wouldn't let you touch these big mommas if you
were the last man on earth."

"Oh, all right. I'm sorry," the stranger stammered awkwardly. "I
shouldn't have said that. But isn't she a little old to be your
girlfriend, man?"

"Oh, she's not my girlfriend," Henry corrected him, removing his hand
from June's pair and patting her on her ample bottom. "She's my
grandmother."

"Wow!" the guy said with wide eyes. "That's kind of fucking crazy,
dude, but what the fuck? If I had a grandmother that hot with those
big cans, I'd probably be sucking her tits too. Sorry about that."

"She just sucked my dick twice in the car too," Henry said with great
hubris, patting June's round fanny through her jean shorts before
returning his hands to her bazoom balloons. "And I humped her twice
before we left the house."

"Well, more power to ya," the stranger returned, his eyes wide and
his mouth now beginning to salivate as he walked away. "Have a good
one, man."

"You have a good one too, sweetie," June told him sweetly, her
covered cans still being patted as she stifled a giggle that
threatened to burst forth any minute. "But before you go, do you know
that you look like a total fag in that shirt?"

"What the hell?" the stranger sputtered angrily, shooting June a
withering look. "How dare you!"

"Come on, Henry," June said, taking hold of Henry's hand, the one not
patting her breasts, and pulling him along in the direction of the
midway. "I think we're done here."

"Can we go on the ferris wheel first, Nana? Can we? Please?" Henry
begged, nearly jumping up and down with boyish enthusiasm, jumping as
much as his grandma's big mommas jumped when she wasn't sporting a
bra. "Please?"

"Oh, all right, Henry. Calm down," June urged him, sighing deeply,
causing her bodacious ta tas to shake provocatively behind the thin
fabric of the t-shirt that hugged every curve of her humongous boobs,
a sight that never failed to garner Henry's full attention.

"To the ferris wheel we go!" Henry yelled, his arm going back around
his busty, big boob-laden granny's waist as they sauntered arm in arm
again, sporting their ridiculous t-shirts as whispers and low
whistles of admiration echoed around them as the male patrons of the
carnival gaped at June's bloated bosom area. "Wow! Every guy here is
fucking jealous as shit of me!"

"Well, why wouldn't they be?" June said, laughing as she pinched
Henry playfully on the ass and pressed her left ta ta hard into his
side. "You're with the hottest and biggest fucking tittied woman in
the park, aren't you?"

"Oh, fuck, yeah! For fucking sure!" Henry agreed, pinching one of
June's aged honkers in naughty revenge. "They all want what you got
under that 'Tittie Momma' t-shirt is what the stares are about. But
those knockers belong to me, me, me!"

"That they do, loverboy," June said with a naughty giggle caused by
the tickles in her malleable milker, walking over to the ticket booth
and buying a roll of tickets that would allow them on whichever rides
they chose. "Now let's go over and get in the line-up for the ferris
wheel. It doesn't look very long right now."

Moments later, sitting in their seats, securely fastened by the bar
in front of them, June naughtily pushed her prodigious udders into
Henry's side while at the same time putting her hand into his lap and
giving his wee wee a firm squeeze, causing it to leap to attention
almost immediately.

"Have ya ever tittiefucked on a ferris wheel before?" she asked in a
low whisper, indicating her cow-sized glands and unbuttoning the
button at the top of his shorts and slowly, seductively lowering his
zipper. "Because you're about to. Tee hee hee."

"Yeah, I did once last year when Bunnie Mounts and I went to the
carnival," Henry remarked, so horny right now that he wanted to do
anything possible to get his hands, his mouth and his penis a hold of
June's colossal jugs. "Boy, that girl is one empty-headed dumbfuck. I
mean, fucking is the only thing that fucking slut isn't dumb about.
Now throw your t-shirt and bra in your handbag here and let's do it
quick. I don't even give a fuck if we get caught. Can you run fast,
what with tits that fucking large, Nana?"

"Oh, fuck, I know the girl operating this fucking ferris wheel, baby.
Nothing to worry about. She's one of what Grandpa Ward calls 'a
member of his Frequent Fuck Buddies.' She's young with big tits, so I
guess that makes her Ward's type. She won't turn us in."

"All right then, Granny. Shuck that fucking boulder holder and let's
get to a-humpin'. Ha ha ha!"

"Good idea, baby," 60-year-old June chuckled as she struggled to tug
her t-shirt over the huge humps of her boobers, and then the two of
them were quickly fishing at the hooks of her hammock-sized bra.

Finally getting it off after much maneuvering, June stuffed her two
interconnected boobbags quickly into her purse and moved over to
crouch in front of Henry in the otherwise unoccupied car.

"Okay, Henry. Stuff your big fucker in there," June directed him,
forcing her twin titans apart to afford him room in which to place
his pecker firmly in the huge chasm between her gigantic blouse
bunnies. "That's the way, baby. We'll make a Henry's wee wee
sandwich. Just slap that big pecker of yours in between Nana's big
boobie buns, baby. That's the way, sweetie. Oh, yes."

Once Henry's now fully erect humpstick was firmly ensconced in her
vast cleavage, June used her hands to force her big bazoom bazooka
gazonga balloons together, clamping around his male organ like a
steel trap.

"Now thrust, Henry! Thrust!"

"Gladly and with gusto," Henry retorted with a laugh, replacing
June's hands which held her behemoth boobies with his own. "Oh, hell,
yeah. I think your titties are sweating a little too from the summer
heat. That makes it even fucking better."

"Yeah, I'm sweating like a fucking bitch, Henry," June agreed as her
grandson pushed her knockers so hard together that she wondered if he
might be cutting off the circulation to his weiner.

"Ohhhhhh, sweet motherfucking shit!" Henry moaned when his up and
down thrusting began, a slick hilarious squeak of skin on skin
resounding through the little car. "Squeaky fucking is my favorite
kind of tittiefucking! Uh! Uh! Uh! Now that feels good!"

"Slide your salami and work that horsey-sized fucker between my
tanks, loverboy!"

"Oh, boobahs! Boobahs are so big! I love your boobahs, naughty Nana!"

"Hump, you big handsome Humperfucker!" June urged, sticking out her
tongue to give the tip of Henry's trouser snake a quick lick as it
rose up between her mammary mounds during an upward thrust. "Mmmmmm,
tasty."

"You naughty Nana," Henry laughed, beginning to sweat profusely from
the effort he was putting forth. "You are the naughtiest big-tittied
bitch in the whole wide world and I love ya!"

"Hurry up, Henry. We've already gone around about three times and you
have to finish before the ride ends. Get that big fucker of yours
working overtime or we're going to be doing this with a huge fucking
audience. Hurry! Hurry!"

"Uh! Uh! Uh!" Henry grunted, thrusting in her Grand Canyon cleavage
furiously in his haste to finish before the ride ended, her sacks of
flesh rippling with the effort. "I'm nearly there, naughty Nana! I
can feel it coming!"

"Don't feel it coming, Henry! Fucking come and shoot it all out of
there!" overendowed Mrs. Humper ordered her 18-year-old well-hung
lover as his penis porked her fifty pounds of knocks, pumping up and
down inside her creamy soft cleavage, humping, screwing and generally
tittiefucking like a champ as the sweat poured from her fuckhappy
hooters, jarring and swaying as they were on this perfect summer day.

"Gotcha! Okay, I'll fucking come! Oh, shit, Granny! This is going to
be messy!" the young Humper yelped as the head of his straight stalk
swelled and June saw the results of her 'tittie encompass' pour forth
from his peckerhead. The jizz rushed more than it shot out of him
this time, still as copious and thick a load as he had given her
twice in the parking lot.

"Whoa, baby!" June cried in shock as the stream of his baby batter
wee wee juice flew into her hair, shot across her face and leaped and
pooled across the massive tops of her hardworking udder tits.

"Holy fucking shit, Henry! That's quite a fucking load for someone
who's already had several wee wee spit-ups this morning." June
observed with a naughty giggle, looking down to see how far they were
to the end of the ride as his spooge covered the tops of her terrific
tittie bombs. "Shit, Henry. We only have a few more minutes to clean
up and get dressed, so get that big pecker of yours cleaned up and
put away while I find a hanky to wipe your jizz off. Shit, Henry. How
can you produce so much cum, so often?"

"It's a gift," Henry sighed. "And a curse."

"Can you help me get my fucking bra on?" his grandmother asked him
anxiously, fumbling in her purse for that article of clothing,
hurriedly trying to cover her two peaks of sweat glands. "I can't do
this all by myself."

"Hell, there's no time for that, Nana. We're nearly at the bottom,"
Henry told her, trying to wipe each of her perspiring boom booms off
with a handkerchief. "Just leave the fucking bra and get your t-shirt
back on, and hurry. We're nearly there."

By the time the ride had ended, Henry's huge cock was put away and
June had cleaned up, shoved on her t-shirt and pulled it down over
her humongous braless mountainous "boobah" baby-feeding wonders of
nature.

"Now let's get to those fucking bumper cars and see what kind of a
fucking reaction we get when the other drivers see the bouncing
results of their collision with our car," June gleefully told her
grandson as she hung her handbag by the strap over her right
shoulder, walking this time with her tits going berserk, bounding,
slapping noisily together and sashaying back and forth and up and
down so much that Henry couldn't help but laugh uncontrollably at the
two monuments going wild under his Nana's t-shirt, loose,
unencumbered by a support system and generally fleshily fancy-free in
their liberated glory.

"Would you look at them big motherfuckin' titties!" an overweight guy
in a wife-beater shirt remarked as he ogled her openly, his wife
slapping him square on the face and pushing their two children away
from the freakish sight of June Humper and her twin hulkish gazongas.

"That woman should be ashamed of herself!" the wife remarked. "She
ought to be in a circus freak show herself. And Harry, don't use that
kind of fucking language in front of the kids. Quit staring at her,
damn it!"

"Well damn, honeybunch," the man whined, stealing another quick
glance at June's amazing bouncing boob bags. "I may be married, but I
sure as hell ain't dead!"

"That's it! We're leaving!" the woman said angrily, grabbing her
husband by the ear and pulling him in the direction of the
exit. "Someone should call the cops on that woman. Whatever happened
to common decency? You just wait till we get home! I'm gonna whoop
your ass!"

"Tee hee hee," June laughed, grabbing her big fleshy funbags and
hefting them upwards. "These titties of mine sure do cause a stir.
Tee hee."

"Come on, Nana. I want to ride the bumper cars before the line gets
too long," Henry urged her, grabbing her hand from her bosom and
pulling her towards the entrance to the ride, sending her insane
endowments sailing in all directions. "Should we each get our own
car, or do you want to share? If we shared a car, I could play with
your big puppies while you drive."

"Then share it is," June told him, her jiggly strap-snapping, wee wee-
expanding, hard-on inducing orbilicious towering titties swinging
around and whacking together noisily as she handed the operator their
tickets.

"Holy shit!" the operator remarked, staring at the wobbling whoppers
that wiggled back and forth under June's shirt. "You ought to be
forced to have a license to carry those things around. Looks like you
lost your bra or something, ma'am."

"Yeah, on the ferris wheel," June remarked, leaning her chest charms
naughtily in his direction. "Me and my grandson here were having a
little dirty fun and presto, before you know it, that fucking boulder
holder of mine was off."

"Grandson? Shit, lady! That's some wacky wild shit! But I can't
really blame him. Grandma or not, you're stacked to the damn ceiling.
Woweeeee!"

"Glad you like 'em," June cooed, pushing her bloated bounding tits
against him and reaching down to squeeze his crotch. "Thanks for the
compliment, good fucker. See ya later. Just keep your eyes on our
car. I think it might give your cock here a little thrill."

"Uhhhh, thanks, ma'am," he stammered, a palpable bulge beginning to
grow in his pants as he surveyed her rumbling and tumbling
rack. "Enjoy the ride, kids."

Once all the previous occupants of the cars had exited, Henry and
June ran into the driving area and settled on a green sedan, barely
big enough to seat both of them, partially, but not totally because
of the overwhelming expanse of June Humper's jubblies.

"Tee hee. It's a little cozy," June giggled, squishing her hefty
Humper hills around her grandbaby's body. "But cozy is good."

Once all the other cars had been occupied, June applied the gas and
began to slowly drive away from the rest of the cars, hoping to get a
good spot on the outside of the ring so that she could build up some
speed before bumping into the other cars.

"Get that one, Nana!" Henry shouted, spying a car coming hard at them
at twelve o'clock, anxious to see Junie's knockers jump when she
bumped some other fucking driver. "Gun it, Granny! Gun it! Go,
Granny, go!"

Steering directly at the car, June bumped into it at almost full
speed, the jolt causing her gigantic globes to bounce wildly, not
only up and down, but from side to side as well, violent bounces that
almost knocked June off-balance, but a spectacular bounce that
garnered the immediate attention of any man or post-adolescent boy in
the general vicinity of the ride.

"Look at that, Nana!" Henry hollered, pointing in the direction of
the entrance, gaping at her globs of tit. "You're attracting a whole
fucking crowd! Look at them all! Holy fucking shit!"

"That fucking bounce almost hurt my big fuckers," June commented,
careening the car in the opposite direction, heavy breasts flailing
as she smashed their car against a red one occupied by a middle-aged
married couple. "Yeah! Take that!"

Her boobs jumped up with this crash, the two mammoth forms beneath
her shirt hitting her face as Henry laughed his ass off.

"Whoa! Those bouncy fuckers are out of control! I got 'em!" Henry
yelled, reaching and grasping the cloth-covered tops of each of her
beautiful flesh bulges, constraining and squeezing them at the same
time and just generally copping a feel. "Hit some other fuckers! Go
ahead, Granny! Like a fucking naughty little old busty broad from
Pasadena! Go, Granny! Go, Granny, go! Shit, they feel soft and heavy
as shit! Mmmmmmmm, yeah!"

"Whoo, hold onto my honkers, big fucker, cause it's crash time!"

The operator of the bumper cars smiled as June made eye contact with
him and he bellowed, "I'm lovin' it, Big Tits! Bump those boobies
around!"

"Fuck, yeah!" she screamed in return, like a busty schoolgirl hitting
on a high school crush as her wild boobie bags saucily slung
themselves back and forth.

Suddenly June was jolted by sudden sporadic bursts of bright light,
so bright that it initially blinded her.

"What the fuck was that?" the 60-year-old endowed blonde beauty asked
Henry, raising a hand to her eyes to shield them from the blazing
brightness. "Is it lightning?"

Finally, when her eyes gradually became accustomed to the glare and
her whoppers had slowed their smacking together, she looked in the
direction from which the flashes had seemed to come and saw a crowd
of people, mostly men, all with cameras poised and ready, snapping
away.

"You're a fucking celebrity, Nana!" Henry shrieked, poking his
grandmother in her left breast, a breast so soft that his index
finger disappeared into it up to the first joint. "You're Elizabeth
fucking Taylor!"

"You fellows want a fucking picture, do ya?" June shouted at them,
laughing at the sight of them snapping away with their cameras at her
gargantuan jubblies, some of them already sporting semi-erections.
Standing up in the car, she reached down and grabbed the hem of the t-
shirt, pulling it up far enough to totally expose the milky whiteness
of her mammoth mammary mounds.

"How's that for a picture, you fuckers? Cause Elizabeth Taylor
doesn't have fucking jugs this fucking big, you horndogs! Whooooooo!
Check these fifty pound puppies out!" June Humper squealed as the
ride came to a halt, already having yanked her t-shirt up over her
fucking insanely sized boobah bags. "Check it out! I'll bet all of
you have blood rushing faster than the speed of sound to your fucking
wee wees, don't you, you crazy fucks! Whoooooooo, yesssss!"

"Hell, yeah, lady! I ain't seen a set this big since Lola Ferrari
kicked off from that heroin binge!"

Several parents with young children gasped and pulled their offspring
out of the cars and rushed away.

"Hell fucking yeah!" the car operator yelled, the clear shape of an
erection bunching out the front of his khaki pants. "You're bigger
than Mount Rushmore with those big round funbags of yours!"

"And she's my Granny, bastards!" Henry yelled proudly, patting June's
naked and exposed hooters in turn, smirking at the gang of horny
men. "I get to play with these monsters all the time!"

"You're one lucky son of a bitch then, boy," one of the men in front
shouted. "If my wife had tits like that, I'd never leave the house.
Man, some guys have all the luck!"

"Can we go and get something to drink, Granny?" Henry asked, palming
one of her proud paps and then using the sleeve of his t-shirt to
wipe the perspiration from his face. "It's hot as hell and I've been
losing body fluids all fucking day. I could sure use a tall cold one."

"Tee hee. I could use a tall stiff one," June giggled, pulling her t-
shirt back down over her overstuffed tittie pillows, much to the
chagrin of her crowd of gentlemen admirers. "But I'll settle for a
drink. I think we passed a drink stand on the way over here."

Climbing out of the car, June and Henry exited the ride and walked
arm in arm back the way they had come, soon reaching the refreshment
stand and joining the short line. Henry and June waited until the
line had subsided and June bobbed and wobbled as they approached the
teenaged guy selling the carbonated refreshments.

"What can I get for them, errrrr, I mean you?" he said, stuttering as
he took in the twin pair of loose and liberated lady bumps that
looked like they had a shirt painted on top of them.

"Tee hee. Nothing gets past you, sweetie," June told the teen,
leaning towards the counter and setting her two jugs on top of it,
plopping both of her tired and sweaty honkers right down in front of
the gaping youth. "I think we'll take two laaarrrgggeee big tall
fucking Coca-Colas, baby. How much is that?"

"Ummmmmm, no charge," the 18-year-old kid stammered as he stared her
right in the tits. "That is, if you let me touch 'em."

"Touch away, babycakes," June swooned, using her best seductive voice
and jutting her sashaying set of heavenly sweat glands in his
direction.

"Will your boyfriend care?" the teen asked carefully, salivating as
he studied the lumps causing her t-shirt area to resemble two swollen
masses.

"Oh, he's not my boyfriend. He's my grandson."

"Your grandson?" he said, not sure if he had heard her right the
first time, but more interested in her tits than anything else. "You
mean you're his....?"

"Grandmother," June finished the sentence for him, giggling at the
confused expression on his face, all fifty pounds of her breast meat
still resting on the counter. "You heard right the first time."

"Well fuck me backwards," the boy said, not really sure what to do at
this point, but knowing what he wanted to do with her overblown
bazooms. "Did you mean what you said about me touching them?"

"Sure did," was June's short reply, taking one of the boy's hands and
placing it on her breast, his average-sized hand looking small in
comparison to her big boobie balloons. "See? They won't bite."

"Wow! I've never felt a real live breast before," the kid stammered,
blushing from his neck to the roots of his hair as he touched her
chestly treasure troves of tittie. "I saw my sister's once when I
accidentally walked in on her taking a shower. But fuck! Hers weren't
nearly as big as yours! Can I touch the other one?"

"Sure. Reach under the shirt so you can touch the actual flesh, the
skin, baby," June instructed him, taking her time since there was no
one in line behind them and pulling his hand beneath her 'WEE WEE
CAMP' tee to feel her soft breast bounty.

"They are great, aren't they?" Henry asked the kid with a smile as he
stared at June's titans, watching the teen's hand disappear between
them, down where the cleavage was deep.

"Ohhhh, yeah! They're greeeaaattt!" the vendor exclaimed, pinching
each of her nipples and areola and squeezing the silky soft
flesh. "Oh, so soft and nice, but big and firm too. They are firm
beautiful boobies. Mmmmmmm."

"Yeah, I've been playing with them for about five days now," Henry
informed the lad as the kid now pawed needily at June's juggernaut
jaunting and jiggling juggy jugs.

"No shit?" the 18-year-old vendor asked him, sighing audibly as both
hands circled each absurd curve of each of June's jumbo swells of
tit. "You kick some ass, man! I mean, you've got one hot Granny here!
I would never be able to keep my hands off of her!"

"Oh, he doesn't," June assured the youth with a grin, sighing herself
as he pulled on both of her nipples and massive areola again. "Henry
does all sorts of fun shit with me, baby. But that's enough, lover.
We just need our drinks now, sweetie. Glad you enjoyed ol' Granny
June's juggies."

June brushed his hands away and reached down over the counter to
squeeze his expanded crotch before she stood erect, big boobs leading
the rest of her body, and allowed the kid to get them some Coca-Colas.

"Wow, Granny, you sure know how to operate," Henry said softly,
patting June's once again t-shirt covered mams.

The young lad busied himself filling two disposable cups with Coca-
Cola, putting lids on them and sliding a straw into the slit in the
plastic lid.

"Here you go, ma'am," he told June, his eyes lowering to once more
take in the magnificent bosom before him as he handed one of the cups
to her, and then one to Henry. "And you sure are lucky to be able to
play with those things all the time, too."

"Oh, you bet I am," Henry responded, dimpling one of his grandma's
recently mauled milkwagons for emphasis. "And sometimes she even lets
me tittiefuck them."

"Man, oh man," the kid said sadly, his eyes darting over her
protuberant pounds of womanly wobblers for the last time. "Some guys
have all the luck."

Taking their drinks, wobbly-whoppered June and well-hung Henry walked
behind the concession stand to sit at a picnic table in the shade of
a large oak tree where it was cooler, sipping their drinks and taking
in the sights and sounds of the carnival around them.

"What would you like to do next, Henry?" June asked him sweetly,
resting her raucous rack on the tabletop.

"How about I just tittiefuck you right here?" Henry said, setting his
drink down and reaching across the table to place a hand underneath
each of her barely restrained boobahs, her sweet globular rack that
he loved so much.

"Seriously, Henry," June said, taking a sip from her straw with her
thick pouty red lips as he manhandled her woman wiggles. "But wait a
minute. Do you think we could get away with a tittiefuck right in
front of all these passersby? Hmmmmm? No, seriously, Henry. Where do
you want to head next?"

"The hills, maybe. Ha ha ha!"

"Henry, which ride do you want to head towards now? And don't you say
it! Tee hee hee! I can read your fucking mind, you naughty fucker.
Drink your drink, Henry, and we can just see what we happen upon in
this little fucking park."

"Mmmmmmmmmmm, this hits the spot!" Henry declared, not indicating his
drink, but the mammoth titties he currently fondled.

"Drink, Henry," June demanded impatiently, wanting her jugs to be
left in peace just long enough to quench her own thirst on such a hot
day. "You need to replenish those bodily fluids of yours. Tee hee.
And if you finish your drink, I thought it might be fun to go and
take a ride in the tunnel of love. It's a long ride, and dark, so it
will be a good way to get out of this heat for a while."

Picking up his drink and guzzling the entire contents of the plastic
cup in mere seconds, Henry stood up and indicated that he was ready
to move on.

"Tunnel of love, here we come!" he whooped, grabbing June's hand and
pulling her along impatiently, the only hand tugging her body forward
by the teatsie weatsies, a move that caused even more attention from
the other patrons at the park. "Maybe I can explore your tunnel of
love while I'm at it. Hee hee."

"Oh, baby. You are such a hopeless romantic," June sighed, laughing
girlishly, amused at Henry's use of her watermelon-sized assets as
handles. "There it is, sweetie. Now let me find those tickets again."

"And maybe I can find those tittets again," Henry quipped cornily,
throwing his arm around June's waist again, feeling her wobbling
zeppelins smacking into his side, grazing his abdomen occasionally
with their freed flesh.

"You never stop, do you, Henry?" June told him with a knowing glance
as they walked, shimmying her boobies on purpose and smacking his
body with them as she threw her own arm around his waist, oblivious
to the whispering crowd and the quiet laughs at their t-shirts, her
hand now firmly on Henry's ass.

"How far away is this tunnel of love?" Henry asked her, his own hand
going to her big ass, his body quivering as her twin jugs vibrated
against him.

"Oh, it's right next to you, lover cock," June Humper cooed into his
ear, squashing her breasts harder against him. "My tunnel of love is
right under my Daisy Dukes, good fucker."

"Give the man the tickets, Nana," Henry urged her, feeling a familiar
stirring between his legs as his grandmother's gorgeous, glandular
globes pressed into his side. "My big fucker is getting stiff again."

"I just did, sweetcheeks," June told him with a breathy sigh, her own
libido starting to rise after a downward glance revealed the familiar
bulge in Henry's shorts, a bulge brought on by her Pandora Peaks-
sized peaks and the rest of her perfect physique. "Come on. Let's get
the last boat. It's more private."

Finally sitting in their own little boat in the darkened tunnel, June
raised her hips up and lowered her Daisy Dukes as Henry gave an
appreciative whistle, never tiring of looking at his grandmother's
ample ass, round and firm and fully packed as it was, his second
favorite body part next to her breasts. Sliding her panties down, she
reached over and assisted Henry in getting his shorts unbuttoned and
the fly lowered.

"Now let me straddle you, sweetie," she told him, moving into
position and causing a quake in her round heavy boobage. "There, now
help me get him in, sweetie. There's a good boy."

June knelt on the seat of the boat, celestial cantaloupes a-swaying,
one knee on either side of Henry, holding on to his shoulders for
support. Reaching down with one hand, she held her nether lips open
and guided the tip of Henry's now fully erect pecker to her slickly
lubricated 'tunnel of love' and once in place, slid down onto him,
impaling herself on his rigid stalk up to the hilt.

"Oh, I feel so full," June moaned, just sitting for a moment to enjoy
the snug feeling of their two parts, one inside the other, snug as a
bug in a rug; more snug even than her boulders forced into a tittie-
holder. "Your big fucker is stretching my cunny, baby."

Finally beginning to move, June raised herself up slightly before
slamming down again, boobahs jouncing and bounding weightily in the
process, grinding her pelvis into his as he used his hands to fondle
and knead her chubby chest charms, squeezing them, and playfully
pinching her pert nipples that were easily discernible through the
thin fabric of her t-shirt.

"Holy shit, you're so fucking tight. Oooooo, yeah, that feels good,"
Henry grunted, shoving June upward by her knockers as she slid up and
down on his thick stalk. "How can a 60-year-old who's been getting
boned as long as you have, Grandma, how can that thing still be so
tight?"

"Tee hee hee, Henry. Maybe I'm as loose as a fucking goose and you
just have one monster-sized organ between your legs. Tee hee. Have
you ever thought of that? Oh, shit, it's biiiigggggg!" June groaned,
sliding up and down and letting her boobs jiggle and Henry's foot
long hot dog plumb her snug insides.

"Yeah, ooooooo, that feels good in there," June's tittie baby cooed,
his penis sliding up and into her again, poking against the deepest
part of her private parts, which today were his own personal tourist
attraction. "I guess you could just be a loose banged-out whore and
I'm just too fucking well-hung to feel it."

"You're turning me on, baby," June sighed, continuing to bob up and
down on his rock hard phallus, both body and bosom sailing upward
before gravity took over. "I love it when you talk all dirty and
shit. Tee hee. You're one well-hung big fucker, Henry. That horsecock
of yours could fill the Grand Canyon of cunnies."

"Just shut up and fuck me," Henry told her, his breathing ragged
against her throat, his hands still roaming freely on her bountiful
blouse bunnies, his hands now under her t-shirt, feeling the warm
flesh and pebbly nipple hard-ons as he pushed and pulled on them,
tweaking them hard enough to elicit a barely perceptible whimper from
between her pouty lips. "Oh! Oh! Oh! You good Humperfucker, you! Oh,
Granny! Ride this cowboy like a wild fucking bronco at the fucking
tunnel of love rodeo! Oh! Oh!"

Henry could already feel some pre-cum leakage from the head of his
wee wee, adding to the slippery wetness already produced in copious
amounts by June's pussy.

"Hurry the fuck up, baby," June urged him, crying out when Henry's
hand, the one that wasn't fondling her honeydew honkers, found her
clitoris, her lovely nub, in the darkness of the amusement park ride
and began to pull and rub on it digitally. "Oh, shit, Henry! That's
the same thing the UPS man does when he drops by with a package and
ends up fucking me."

"Yeah, but, ohhh, ohhh, ohhh! I'll bet his cock doesn't fill you up
this fucking much," Henry Humper told her arrogantly, cupping her
left boob and tickling her clit intensely with his hand as he drove
his twelve incher penis up and down into her slick chasm, up and
down, up and down, in and out, in and out, until he knew that jizzing
was so urgently imminent.

"Whoooooo! Uhhhh! Uhhhh! Henry, yessssssss!" June whooped, arriving
at her own orgasm, her pussy vibrating, her own tunnel of love full
of tickles and pinpricks of pleasure and her blimp-like ta tas
rocketing in all possible directions.

"Oh my goodness, baby! That was a doozy," June moaned, as the last
waves of her orgasm washed over her, exhausting her, and yet
exhilarating her emotionally, hot sexuality almost bleaching her body
with euphoric ebullience. "Now you better hurry up and come, Henry
Humper, or I'm going to get caught with my fucking pants down when
this ride ends."

"Oh! Oh! I'm trying, Nana," groaned Henry, still pounding into his
voluptuous grandmother's honeypot, his downy hair-covered nutsack
slapping rhythmically at the back of her shapely thighs and his hands
still exploring her powerful chestly poundage. "Uh! Uh! Oh, I think
I'm gonna. Yep, I'm gonna! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Oh, baby, that was fun," June giggled, moving forward so as to
disengage his private part from hers and quickly pulling up her
panties and Daisy Duke shorts. "Now get that fly done up, Henry.
Hurry! The ride is nearly over. I can start to see daylight in front
of us."

Five minutes later:..........

"Now that was a fun motherfucking ride," Henry told June as they
walked through the carnival, her bulging breastesses still braless
and bouncing like crazy, his arm around her waist yet again and his
hand on her wide round J-Lo-like ass that shifted back and forth with
every lovely sexy step she took, moving inside her little short cut-
off jean shorts.

"Oh, you got that fucking right," June laughed as her breasts leaped
in sweet freedom, her hand moving from around her grandson's waist as
she patted him on his recently deflated crotch, never missing a step
as they walked. "And that soldier between your fucking legs never
fails to amaze. It's never let me down yet. Tee hee. I guess it can't
let ME down if IT'S always up. Right, baby?"

They both giggled and yet still observed the quiet comments and
occasional whistles from the surrounding men, due to abundant
knockers and bulging booty. When they stopped walking, June leaned
her face closer to Henry and their lips met yet another time that
day. Henry returned the kiss, pressing the entire length of his body
against hers, their hips together, her bra-busting mammies pressed
flat against his chest. The kiss lasted for a few minutes, much to
their mutual surprise, but finally the moment ended, and they pulled
reluctantly apart.

"I love you, Nana."

"And I love you too, Henry."

It was now getting to be towards the latter part of the afternoon, so
they rested for a moment and discussed what else they would like to
do before leaving the carnival.

"Can we go to the funhouse, Nana?" Henry asked, both of his hands
around her waist instead of her mountaintops for a change. "I always
like looking in that weird funhouse mirror. It makes my wee wee look
fucking huge! And your honkers too!"

"Of course we can, baby," June said breathily, her K cuppers
expanding as she squeezed his crotch for emphasis. "I'd love to have
a look at that big fucker of yours in the mirror."

"And I want to see how big your tits can get in that fucking mirror
too, Jumbo Nana," Henry managed to say, his enthusiasm evident in his
voice and the hardness that was creeping back into his cock,
unexpected even to him, having just squeezed out another big load
into tittie queen June's cunny slot. "How about another kiss before
we head to the fucking freak show, hot stuff?"

"Oh, for sure, poopsie," the 60-year-old Humper whispered, shoving
her whoppers against him yet again. "Oh, gee whiz, Henry. My stomach
has butterflies. Tee hee hee."

"Just shut up and kiss me, as that fucking no-talent country singer
would say," Henry ordered her playfully, feeling her tumbling freed
teats against his form as June shoved her ruby red lipstick-clad
thick lips against his slightly thinner ones.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm!" June managed as their lips pressed urgently together,
just as urgently as her juggernaut jugs crushed into her grandbaby's
body.

"Holy shit, Grandma," Henry yelped, pulling his lips away from hers
suddenly and his body away from her inflated chest. "If you keep
kissing me like that, I'm going to get another fucking hard-on and
we'll never make it to the funhouse!"

"You're right, sweetie. I'm sorry," June said contritely, pulling
away from the embrace herself, jumbo jubblies and all. "Let's go get
a look at your big fucker in that mirror, shall we?"

Walking arm in arm again, the two of them strolled through the
crowded carnival, still eliciting stares and whispers from many of
the other carnival-goers, mostly men who ostensibly envied Henry
being in the company of such a big-breasted beauty as June Humper.
Henry could almost feel his chest puffing up in pride, and his wee
wee quivered slightly at the idea that this big-tittied bitch was all
his.

"Here we are, Nana. Here's the funhouse. Do you have the tickets?"

"Yes. Right here, Henry," June said, handing them to the funhouse
operator as the man eyed her orbular eye candy, licking his lips at
the sight of her tottering boobies. "I feel like a kid again,
sweetie. This day at the carnival with you has made me feel young
again."

"Even though you are an old bitch. Ha ha. Come on, old woman," Henry
urged her with a snicker, grabbing hold of June's hand and pulling
her inside the funhouse, just as a couple of guys nearby whispered
slightly too loud, "Would you look at those fucking tits!"

"Oh, shit. I'd forgotten what it's like to walk on the sloped floor.
It makes you feel all drunk and shit."

"Tee hee, Henry. I feel like I'm going to fall the fuck over," June
said, unable to control her steps as she attempted to cross the
crooked room, slamming into Henry, her breasts pressing against his
side as she struggled to gain her equilibrium. "Tee hee hee. This is
some funny shit."

"There's the mirror, Granny," Henry shouted in excitement, pulling
her along, using her baby-feeders this time, yanking the nipples
urgently. "Hurry up. I can't wait to see your big titties in that
thing. They'll look fucking huge."

"You sure are anxious, Henry. Hee hee hee," June giggled, walking
over to stand in front of the distorted mirror, wincing at the
mixture of pleasurable tingles and painful tension in her
titflesh. "What should I do?"

"Roll your t-shirt up, for one thing, Granny," said Henry helpfully,
reaching to try to help her peel the material up over her overworked
knockers. "I want to see what your big blimp-like boob bunnies look
like in the mirror."

June did as Henry suggested, grabbing the hem of her t-shirt and
rolling it up until the hem was just below the level of her armpits,
exposing the full expanse of her humongous titbags.

"Holy fucking shit, Granny! Those fucking puppies of yours look
heeeeuuuuuuuugggggggggeeeeeeeeeee in that mirror! They look about the
size of a fucking barn door! And look! Your nipples are about the
fucking size of a dinner plate! Wee wee likes!"

"Oh, sweetie. You do say the sweetest things to me sometimes. Now
whip out your johnson, Henry."

Henry immediately did what she ordered him to and they both laughed
as the teenager moved back and forth in front of the mirror, as he
switched from being stetched out to looking like a compacted midget,
his wee wee morphing in front of the freakish reflector.

"Wow, Granny! It's hanging down to my fucking knees! Look at this
motherfucker!" Henry gasped in surprise, seeing his flaccid pecker
morph into a snake in front of the cackling pair who stood exposing
their parts in the childish funhouse.

"Wow! Now you look like you have a little weiner, baby," jiggly-
juggered June Humper chuckled, touching his penis as she shook her
own honkers in front of the mirror. "You look like an underdeveloped
wussy boy when the mirror does that shit to your cock. Hee hee hee!"

"All right. I'm all choked up from the emotion of this moment," Henry
said sarcastically, patting his grandma's bulging breasts as she
pulled her t-shirt back down. "Let's get the fuck out of here. After
that free Coke, I've got to piss like a motherfucking racehorse. I've
gotta go to the restroom."

"Okay, Henry. I'll take you."

"Okay, Granny. But don't hold my wee wee too tight at the urinal. It
makes it hard to get a stream started."

Several hours and half a dozen carnival rides later..........

"Mmmm! Mmmm! Mmmm!" moaned Henry Humper, his head pressed against his
grandmother's topsy turvy teat as she drove, his mouth firmly around
the nipple and areola of her right breast, sucking on her, an action
that was soothing for both parties involved.

June, in return, had managed to fish Henry's big trouser snake out of
his pants and boxers without having to pull the car over and while
still having her titties sucked, and was deliberately stroking and
fondling him as the car covered the distance between the carnival and
the Humper farm.

"Oh, baby," said June with a sigh, moaning as a coursing of pleasure
that she relished rippled through the jumbo jug that her favorite
tittie baby breast-fed from. "I really had fun today, didn't you?"

"Mmmm! Mmmm! Mmmmm!" was all that Henry could utter as he reached up
with his left hand to grasp, squeeze and fondle her freed woman
wiggle. "Mmmmmmm!"

"Your wee wee is hard as a fucking rock, baby," June observed,
stroking the entire twelve inches of him as he suckled amiably on her
protruding peak, dry-nursing in a most hearty fashion. "Oh, sweetie!
Your wee wee is fucking dribbling harder than an NBA Rookie of the
Year! Are you fixing to come?"

"MMMMMMM! MMMMMMM!" Henry grunted louder, his mouth full of not only
her nipple and areola, but about as much honkerflesh as he could fit
into his oral grasp.

"Shit, baby! That fucking jizz is dripping all over my hands! Open
the glove compartment, Henry, and point your horsecock in that
direction!" June said hurriedly, throwing her hand back and forth
over her grandson's dick as she drove, her hulking hooters jarring up
and down with the bumps in the road and the forceful breastfeeding
that Henry gave to her closest teat. "Hurry, Henry, hurry! Open that
fucking glovebox and point your shaft that way! We can clean that
shit out later! Come on! Hurry up! Don't just nurse! Point, fucker!
Point!"

"Alright, alright!" Henry shouted, pulling his mouth from her
puckered nipple with an audible pop and moving his body so that he
was closer to the glove compartment before opening it.

"That's it, baby. Let it come now," June urged, pulling on his pecker
like a farmer trying to extract milk from a cow udder, Henry having
just released her own set of udderly stupefying large wobbling
melons. "Let it fly, sweetie! Jizz, baby! Jizz!"

"It's fucking coming!" Henry whooped at last, aiming his jumbo
johnson towards the glovebox as June kept rubbing him, his jism
shooting straight out and pooling in the opened glove compartment.

"Holy shit, Henry! I can't believe you still have that much jizz in
your balls, baby!" June laughed, amazed that he was able to produce
such a lot of ejaculate after all of the activity they had shared
that day, though she knew that her elephantine chest glands were
partially to credit. "I better get that fucking glovebox cleaned out
before the next time Grandpa wants to use the car. Tee hee."

"Either that or he might have a nasty surprise waiting for him,"
Henry replied, smiling as he wiped off his recently extinguished cock
with a tissue, smacking his Nana's bare boobahs before June finally
pulled down her t-shirt once again, having already pulled it up many
times during the course of their tawdry day at the carnival.

"Well, he probably would fucking deserve it, Henry," June told him,
massaging the tension out of her overworked overabundant bosom as she
continued to drive, the farm only about a quarter mile away at this
point. "I mean, he gets his wee wee juice on the seats all the time
when he is fucking those college age busty floozies in this car. One
of the little minxes even broke off the mirror when she was hanging
on to it and straddling Ward's big cock. Tee hee hee."

"I know, Granny," laughed Henry, wiping the last bit of stray cum
that clung to the end of his wee wee on June's Daisy Dukes before
tucking it away in his boxers and zipping up his shorts, giving her
Boobsie Twins one last feel. "That old man gets more fucking pussy
than I do, if that's even fucking humanly possible."

June laughed at the remark as she pulled into the long gravel drive
leading to the Humper farm, her jugs lurching forward and smacking
the steering wheel when she braked.

"Home at last. You go on inside, Henry. I'm just going to clean out
the glove compartment before Grandpa Ward sees it and pitches a fit.
I'll be in the house in a few minutes."

June cleaned the glovebox completely with a Kleenex, but occasionally
sampled a dab of stray cum as she worked. When she was done, she
tossed the soiled tissues in the trash on the way into the house, her
rocking rack beating hard against her clothing as she strode inside.
Almost as soon as the boob matriarch entered the large, rambling
farmhouse, the doorbell chimed.

"Wonder who the fuck that could be?" Henry inquired, rushing to the
window and peeking outside. "Oh, shit! It's the motherfucking cops,
Nana! See, I told you we wouldn't get away with that hit and run
fucking shit today! Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Don't let them take
me away! I feel as ill at ease as Elton John at the Playboy mansion!
Do something, Granny!"

"Don't worry, baby," June consoled him, her unhoused mountains
quaking under her dark blue t-shirt as she walked to the door,
patting Henry reassuringly on the crotch of his shorts. "I won't let
them take you away. Big-boobied Nana will take care of her loverboy.
Just rest easy, poopsie."

"Fuck! Are you sure, Granny?"

"I'm sure, sweetie. Remember these two hills I've got on the front of
me, oh ye of little faith. Tee hee hee. I'm going to open the fucking
door now."

June opened the door, smiling widely and pushing her bust out at the
young policeman who stood on her front porch.

"Good evening, Officer. Is there something I can do for you?" she
inquired politely, grinning inwardly as he stole a glance at her
gorgeous gams. "There's nothing wrong, I hope."

"Well, ma'am. I'm going to need to come inside, errrrrr, I mean,
uhhhh, enter your house. I have a few questions that I need to ask
you and the boy, if you don't mind."

"Mind? No, of course we don't mind. Anything to help our boys in
blue. Right, Henry? Do come in." June jounced and bounced and jiggled
and wiggled as she led the officer to the living room and indicated a
chair for him to sit on. "So, what's this all about, Officer?"

"Ma'am, we are investigating a hit and run accident that happened
this afternoon. A car plowed into a group of animal activists,
knocking a couple of them down, and then fled the scene. We have a
description of the car and witnesses said they saw a boy fitting this
young man's description driving. They also reported seeing
a blonde female head rising and falling somewhere near the vicinity
of his lap."

"Oh, golly gee whiz! That's terrible," June Humper shrieked, placing
a hand atop her left breast at her heart to feign sincerity. "Those
poor activists. I can't imagine who would do such a horrific thing.
Can you, Henry?"

"N-n-n-no, Gran'ma," the youngster stammered, moving closer to his
bust-heavy relative and the officer, who wore a look of cold
seriousness on his face.

"No one was hurt seriously, ma'am, but two of these animal
afficionados sustained some mild scrapes and bruises. One of them
was so upset that he called for radical eco-terrorism and a freeing
of all the animals at the zoo. Bizarre, to be sure, but we are still
trying to find the driver responsible for this incident," the officer
informed them, his eyes dropping to stare at June's bountiful
bustline, the only thing separating her naked boobies from his eyes
being a thin tee. "Son, were you driving that car today? If you were,
then you better level with me now and make things easier on yourself
in the long run."

"I'm afraid you must have made a mistake, Officer," June said,
shimmying her shoulders slightly so that her glorious globes bounced
provocatively under the thin fabric that encased them. "I was with my
grandson all afternoon, and I can assure you, you have the wrong
young man."

"Ma'am, we have a description of the car, and a description of the
driver that matches your grandson. I'm afraid that I am going to have
to ask you both to come down to the station to answer a few more
questions."

"Officer," June said again, this time batting her eyelashes at the
young cop as she made her beautiful liberated boobies quake
visibly. "Could I speak to you for a few minutes in the other room?"

"Alright, ma'am. But only for a moment," he replied, trying to
maintain his somber facade, but now openly ogling her extensive lumps
of boobage. "And then I'll have to take you both to the station."

June indicated the door to the kitchen, holding it open after passing
all fifty pounds of her mammary baggage through it and allowing the
officer to enter the kitchen behind her.

Henry Humper let out a gust of air as he watched his chesty grandma,
lush honkers heaving, and the officer disappear into the kitchen. It
was only a minute later that Henry grinned as he sat down, hearing
the sounds of heavy breathing coming from the direction of the
kitchen and dining room. It was obvious that the massive-mammaried
matriarch of the Humper family was taking care of business, solving
yet another problem in the only way she knew how; with her giant
jubblies, her lush pussy or her thick, dick-pleasuring lips.

"I'm home-free," Henry whispered, feeling relief wash over him as he
thanked his lucky stars for her fulsome funbags.

"Oh, Officer! That feels good!" June's squeal echoed through the
house.

When the kitchen door swung open five minutes later, the policeman
was smiling and zipping up his fly while June did up the front of her
Daisy Duke ass-squeezing jean shorts and pushed her 'WEE WEE CAMP' t-
shirt back over her monstrous chest.

"Thank you so much for coming. Tee hee. And I do mean 'coming'," June
told the young officer sweetly as she opened the front door for him,
jutting out her pouty puppies once more for his utility. "I am so
glad we were able to get everything straightened out. Tee hee. And I
do mean 'straightened out'. Gosh, your wee wee's a big fucker. And
thick too."

"I'm really sorry to have bothered you, ma'am," he said in response,
looking wistfully at her wobbly lurching juggies. "And your grandson.
Those witnesses must have become confused. At any rate, please accept
my apologies for bothering you."

"No bother at all, Officer," June said, holding the door open for him
as he left her home, the policeman stealing one last fleeting glance
at her heavy old honkers which were both still in motion. "No bother
at all."

"Am I good or what, Henry?" June asked him, as she closed the door
behind the policeman and turned around, her sauntering set following
her weightily. "I swear, I don't know what women with itty bitty
titties do. These fuckers can take care of just about any situation."

"I am so relieved, Nana," Henry said, his statement evidenced by the
look on his face, the young man not looking at her tits for
once. "Thank you, thank you, thank you. I mean, holy shit. You just
fucked us out of one crazy jam, Nana. Using that hot bod, those
bubbly jubblies to keep me out of jail."

"Well, it wasn't entirely altruistic, sweetheart," June explained,
sitting down beside him and letting her hand fall atop his dormant
crotch, her bazooms pushing pliably against his chest. "I mean, you
are too young to go to jail, but that wasn't the main reason I did
what I did."

"Well then, why did you?" Henry asked her, one of his hands going
underneath her t-shirt and closing around the bottom of one of her
hefty Humper hilltops.

"Well, Henry. If you went to jail, I wouldn't be able to play with
your heeeeuuugge cock and always full balls. Now what fucking fun
would that be for Granny?" Mrs. Humper told him affectionately,
rubbing the front of his shorts with the palm of her hand as she gave
his abdomen a discernible tittie-rubbing.

"Can I ask you something, Granny?" Henry asked, his face suddenly
taking on a serious expression as she massaged him with her superb
glands.

"Of course you can, sweetie," June replied, continuing to rub his
private parts as he resumed his rubbing of her sizable parts. "What
has you looking so serious so suddenly?"

"Hang on. Let me get something from the front hall closet," Henry
said, forsaking her big boom booms and rising from the couch,
striding towards the front hall. "I have something I want to give
you."

"A present? For me?" June asked, looking completely surprised as she
played with her own pulsating puppies shamelessly. "It's not my
birthday, or my anniversary."

Coming back into the living room, Henry held out his green football
team jacket with his name and player number embroidered on the back.

"I'd like you to put this on, Nana," he said softly, looking slightly
anguished as he offered the piece of clothing to his naughty-
knockered Nana. "And I was wondering if we could......if
we.......um........could......if we could...like........go steady?"

"Wow, Henry. That's surprising," June said, looking intently into her
grandbaby's eyes, her K cupped bra-breakers bobbing amiably. "But
Henry, today has made one thing abundantly clear."

"Well, you would know about abundance, Granny," Henry laughed,
standing in front of the picture-perfect 60-year-old boobie goddess.

"Henry, I would love to go steady with you, sweet boy," she gushed,
slowly donning his football jacket and then pulling it around the
cartoon swells of her protruding peaks to button it. "I just realized
today at the carnival that I have never had more fun with another
person before. We are so compatible. I mean sexually, wink wink, and
otherwise. Don't you agree, lover?"

"Oh, I couldn't agree more," Henry chimed cheerfully, his wee wee
growing excited to see his insufficient jacket squeezed over her
titanic boobsie twins.

"How do I look?" June asked, turning around in a circle so that Henry
could see her in the jacket from all angles, most of them wonderfully
lascivious in their abundantly swollen towering tittieness. "It seems
to fit me all right."

"Wow, Granny!" Henry exclaimed, putting his fingers to his lips to
produce a loud, shrill wolf whistle as he surveyed his jacket
extended over the expanse of her celestially wonderful
watermelons. "You sure do fill that jacket out better than I do."

"Oh, baby, I do love you," June moaned, wrapping her arms around
Henry's neck and pulling him tightly against the bumpiness of her
bust-laden body. "I really do."

"And I love you too, Nana," Henry replied, lowering his face to plant
a sweet kiss on her lips. "I really do."


THE END