"Wee Wee Camp: Day Two (Early Morning) - A Horny Homecoming"

Henry and June Humper star in:
"Wee Wee Camp: Day Two (Early Morning) - A Horny Homecoming"
Written by Victor C. Nathan and Chantal Lefleur
This particular story takes place a couple hours before "A Humping
They Did Go". Enjoy the exciting return of excessive Humper
horniness!


"Hennnnnnnnnnnrrrrrrrrryyyyyyyyyyyy!" June Humper called up the
stairs from the front hall of her home, still dressed in the short,
sheer nightgown that she had hastily covered with a chenille robe
before coming down to fix breakfast for her husband, Ward. The robe,
belted at the waist, hugged her still youthful curves, especially
her pulchritudinous protruberances which jutted out hugely from her
chest. "Are you going to get up any time soon and come down here for
something to eat?"

"Coming!" Henry yelled in response, stretching out lanquidly like a
cat, trying to shake off the sleepiness he still felt. He was
dressed only in a pair of checked boxers, and he could feel his wee
wee still laying limply against his left thigh. He had ejaculated so
many times the night of his arrival, thanks to his grandma and her
gazoombas, that his pecker was exhausted, too exhausted even to
manage his usual morning erection.

"Motherfucker," Henry snapped softly to himself, aggravated to have
to get up so relatively early, but still happy to be in the glorious
land of Wee Wee Camp, the land where all his wee wee's dreams would
come true and where he could discover the joys, the wonders and
majesty of his grandmother June's twin towers of tittie. "Oh, fuck,
my dick is so fucking tuckered out. It feels like it's been rubbed
against a fucking grindstone. I'm COMING! I MEAN, UH, I'M HEADING
DOWN TO BREAKFAST, GRANDMA!"

Henry had to laugh at his own need for clarification when it came to
what his 'coming' meant. After everything he and his juggernaut-
jugged granny had engaged in the night before, Henry figured an
explanation was necessary. He had never screamed "I'm coming!" more
times in one day than he had the previous one, his first hours at
wee wee camp.

Jumping up from bed, he quickly went into the en suite bathroom to
take a pee and splash some water on his face before heading
downstairs. Taking two steps at a time until about half way down, he
then jumped the rest of the way in one leap, landing heavily in the
foyer of his grandparents' home.

"Holy fucking shit, Henry, but you do make a lot of noise. Reminds
me of when my kids were young, the racket would be deafening some
mornings. Either they were running down to get breakfast or running
down to get breastfed. Now get in here and get your breakfast before
it gets cold."

Henry walked down the short corridor to the kitchen, his eyes
immediately taking in the amazing feminine curves of his female
grandparent's body. She might be all of sixty years old, but she
still had the body of a young girl, her huge titties still high and
pert, poking provocatively through the heavy chenille fabric of her
robe.

Henry could still recall the resplendent feel from the night before
and the tingling good sensation that had leaped, as wonderful as
fuck, through the stalk of his penis as he crammed his manhood into
the dark, lovely and deep cleavage that resided between the hills,
the humps, the humongous lumps of boobsieness that June carried
around on her pre-geriatric body, wobbling like pliable wonders of
nature.

"Oh, Henry, how is my sweet boy doing this morning? Oh, sweetie,
you're just wearing your little boxer shorts. I could have sworn
that was the pair that got all stained with your sticky jizz last
night after dinner. You were squirting that shit like it was going
out of style, Henry. Hee hee. Fucking motherfucker, good fucker. Now
sit your cute bottom down and eat your breakfast."

"Okay, okay," Henry said good-naturedly, sitting down at the table
and using his fork to spear a chunk of cheese and mushroom omelet,
eating it ravenously, not having eaten since he had a few chocolate
chip cookies the night before as his busty grandmother tried to get
his almost spent wee wee erect one more time.

"Guess what, Henry?" June asked enthusiastically, her breasts
bobbing and swinging salaciously as she swayed with obvious
excitement.

"What?" Henry replied, taking yet another bite of food and
swallowing it down with some freshly squeezed orange juice as he
gawked at her gorgeous gammies.

"Well," June said coyly, flashing Henry a bright, warm smile while
letting her robe gape slightly at the front, exposing her left
breast to him, clearly visible through the thin, sheer fabric of her
silk nightgown. "Grandpa and I talked it over this morning, and if
you want to, and it's alright with your mom, we'd like you to stay
here the whole summer. Would you like that, Henry?"

"Are you kidding? I mean, do your titties jiggle when I hump 'em?
Hell motherfucking yeah! That's bitchin', Granny! Go, Granny, yeah!
Hell, yeah, you cartoon-knockered old broad! Fuck, yeah! Fuck, yeah!
Fucking A! And A stands for fucking Amazon titties! I can play with
those bouncy fuckers for three fucking months! Oh, yeah! Tugs!
Boobie clenches! Wee wee washes! Mattress testings! Unmentionables!
Yipppppppppeeeeeeeeeeeee! Yippppppppppp-fucking-eeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

Henry was so excited, so full of joy, bliss, horniness, sudden
tumescence in the wee wee department and huge hunger for Granny's
titties that was so strong he could barely contain all the
ebullience welling, almost like jism inside a wee wee.

"Tee hee, Henry," June laughed, her breasts juggling wild and free
in her excitement, a sight that did not go unnoticed by Henry. "I'm
glad you're pleased, baby, but don't you think you better call your
mom and make sure it's okay with her before you get your hopes too
high? Run upstairs and call her, okay?"

After walking upstairs......

Henry listened to the ringing on the other end of the second floor
extension and was soon rewarded by hearing his rackishly wrought
mother's pleasantly girlish voice.

"Hello?"

"Mom, it's me!" Henry shouted, barely able to contain his enthusiasm
at the thought of staying on his grandparents' farm for the entire
summer. Visions of endless hours spent fondling, fucking or sucking
his nana's humongous hooters ran through his mind, causing a slight
upward leap of his oversized male part. "Grandma and Grandpa just
told me that if it's okay with you, I can stay here the whole
summer. Can I, Mom? Can I? Please?"

"Oh, Henry, I don't know," his mother Hilda said in response, her
voice sounding wistful. "There's almost three full months left of
summer and I don't know if Harriet and I can manage here without you
for that long. I mean, who will mow the lawn?"

"But, Mommy," Henry whined, really afraid at this point that his
chestful mother would put an immediate end to his lascivious plans
for a summer of fun with June and her massive set. "Please, please,
pleasssssssssse, let me stay here. I promise to do anything you ask
of me when I get back, but please let me stay here. Grandma June has
all kinds of fun things planned for us and she'd be really
disappointed if you said 'no.'"

"Tee hee, I bet she has plans alright, and all of them involve your
big fucking wee wee, don't they?" Hilda told him, knowing her mother
better than almost anyone.

"Well, uhhhhhhhhh, I guess some of them, uhhhhhhhhhhhh, well, hell
fucking yeah, they do! What the hell is wrong with that? I mean, I
had my wee wee so far between her knockers last night, and Mom, it
felt soooooooo goooooooooddddddddd! I got all A's in school. I
deserve this shit!" Henry screeched, grabbing his wee wee and
rubbing it vigorously and thinking, picturing the titties downstairs
in the kitchen and the set of titties on his mother many miles away.
His wee wee may have been worn out, but Henry could bet that it was
ready for some more action, and he wanted all he could get of
titties, titties, titties. "I came eight fucking times last night.
You should have seen that son of a bitch last night, Mom. You would
have been beaming with pride when that jizz started flying!"

"Tee hee hee," Hilda laughed, her own triple J cuppers bobbing and
bouncing wildly as her laughter overtook her. She wasn't sure she
wanted Henry to be away for the entire summer, but something in his
voice gave her a clear indication of his wishes and she relented,
albeit somewhat reluctantly.

"Alright, baby," she said soothingly, a tear welling up in the
corner of her eye as she thought about the three months ahead of her
without her baby boy, her little wee wee boy that she indulged so
much. "You can stay, but only on a couple of conditions, okay?"

"Sure, Mom!" Henry shouted, jumping up and down in jubilation, so
happy that she had assented to his wishes and knowing the
boobalicious joys which soon would come his way. "What are the
conditions?"

"Well, Henry," Hilda responded, the tear coursing down her cheek and
dropping into her frighteningly deep cleavage. "You have to phone me
several times a week, okay? Momma is going to miss her big tittie
baby. And one other thing, sweetie."

"What's that, Mom?" Henry asked, feeling so enthusiastic that he
could barely keep the waver out of his voice, a voice horny and
ready for a summer of tawdriness and honkerish inappropriateness.

"Tell your Grandma June to take it easy on that big wee wee of
yours," Hilda Humper told her youngest child with a laugh, pinching
one of her own nipples and tugging softly on her bare left
knocker. "I mean, she's gonna wear that fucker out if she goes too
crazy. I'll bet she is always touching your wee wee, isn't she? I
mean, I want that thing to still be in good working order when you
bring Mr. Wean home this fall. Holy shit, I can't even imagine Mom
with that horsecock of yours for three fucking months! It may need
to be sewn back on surgically! But you were such a good student that
you deserve this, you proud fucker. You deserve to have some quality
time to play with your Granny's big honkers, Henry. It'll help you
unwind. And shit, they are the only set of tits bigger than your
Mommy, the tittie queen of T&A. And I'll bet your wee wee gets
excited with Granny's big set, don't you, Mr. Wee Wee? Is Mr. Wee
Wee feeling happy?"

"Oh, Mom, Mr. Wee Wee is almost fucking bursting with excitement. He
wants to come so much right now that I can barely stand it. And he
wants to get some titties in the worst fucking way. Granny June's
big ol' knockers may be old, sixtyish and shit, but gosh, they get
my wee wee so hard sometimes that it drives me crazy. Is that
strange?"

"Of course not, sweetie. Your Granny is a busty lady with a lot of
lust to give. Wee wee is feeling good, isn't he?"

"Holy fucking shit, Mom, if you don't stop talking that way, I'm
going to come spontaneously," Henry moaned, as his wee wee, tired as
it was, struggled to stand at attention yet again. It was then that
bust-gifted, jumbo-juggied June strode quietly into the bedroom,
came closer to Henry and his semi-hard-on and snatched the receiver
out of his hand, laughing at the look of embarrassment on his face.

"It's me, Hilda," June spoke matter-of-factly, leaning closer to
Henry and grabbing hold of his crotch through his boxers as she
spoke, giving it a firm, but gentle squeeze.

"Don't you worry about Henry, Hilda," said June, leaning forward
until her bigger-than-life breasts were pressed nearly flat against
Henry's arm. "You know that Daddy and I will take good care of him,
so just let your mind relax. We're going to go on a picnic at the
lake soon, Hilda, so we have to go. Henry will call you tomorrow."

June turned slightly more, pressing her gown-covered, but completely
braless set of woman glands, hard against Henry's bare chest until
the pertly powerful protrusions of flesh squashed noticeably against
his body. June whipped Henry's now almost fully erect phallus
swishingly from the flyhole of his boxers and gripped its veiny
shaft with one of her tiny little hands, squeezing his throbbing
trunk until he almost let out a cry.

"Yes, sweetie. Henry will call you tomorrow and he will call you
early, unless of course he is busy and has his hands full. Okay,
Hilda. I love you too, baby. Huh? Well, then try the hammock
company. Okay, okay. Love ya. Bye, bye."

June clicked the phone off with a grin and then turned her attention
and her huge boobies and small digits, to the bulging naked organ in
her right hand.

"Tee hee, your mom thinks I'm going to spend the whole fucking
summer playing with your big fucker, and she's right, tee hee. Wow,
he's standing tall and proud, isn't he, Henry? Can you feel the
tickle, baby?"

Moving closer to Henry, and pressing the entire length of her body
against the entire length of his, she stroked his by now fully
tumescent penis with her small, dainty hand, stopping occasionally
to cup and fondle his balls, pleased as punch when Henry gave a deep
sigh and reached up to grab one of her Good Year blimp-sized chest
mountains, squeezing it, kneading it, pulling on the nipple until
June suddenly moved away, letting go of his male member and pulling
her breast out of his grasp.

"Okay, Henry, we can't be dilly-dallying all day. We have things to
do."

"Ohhhhhhhh, Grandma, please!" Henry whined, moving towards the
heavily-bazoomed bobbling beauty that was his grandmother as she
took a couple steps back. "Ohhhhh, don't do that! Wee wee's hungry
for fuck! Wee wee needs some fucky strokes!"

"Ohhhhhhhhh, Henry, it looks like Mr. Wee Wee needs it bad. I mean,
I haven't see him stick out so far since I used these big whompers
to clench his big stalk and head last night. But we have to get
ready. There's something I didn't tell you. We are going, guess
where today, Henry! We're going to the fucking lake for a picnic!
You get to skinnydip with Granny and watch her fucking tatas hop
like a motherfucking bunny while we run around on the shore and
shit! And baby, we have a nice cabin there too with a real spacious
mattress! Mmmmm, mmmmm goooodd! But sweetie, I have to get a shower
first. Ward just told me that the well is low and we have to
conserve water, so you know what that means, big fucker?"

"It means we have to use less water?" Henry asked. English had never
been his strong suit, and in fact, if he wasn't fucking his English
teacher on a semi-regular basis, he'd probably be spending this
summer in summer school, rather than here, enjoying quality time
with his grandmother and her awesome upper body assets.

"No, silly," June laughed, giving Henry's wee wee a playful swat
with the back of her hand, setting her static swellers back to a
bobbing pitch. "It means that if you want to take a shower too,
we're going to have to share, if you get my drift."

"You mean.........?" Henry asked, hopeful that she would understand
the gist of his incomplete question and answer in the affirmative.

"Yes, Henry, that's exactly what I mean," June giggled, grasping
Henry's wee wee firmly in her right hand and pulling him in the
direction of the stairs, her bouncy bazooms leading the way. "Nana
is going to give Henry's wee wee a nice, soapy wash."

"Yesssssssss, Nana!" Henry screamed out wildly, trying amidst the
confusion of her yanking him up the stairs by his achingly erect wee
wee, to reach out and clasp one of her floundering, flopping fun
boobies, both of which were sashaying all over the place as she
charged up the stairs like a wantonly wild woman sporting a set of
abundances that would have made any other knockers
irrelevant. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh, fuuuuucccckkkkkkkkk, that hurts so
goooooooood! Nana, I want you to make wee wee feel the tickle again!
Wee wee needs to tickle!"

"Oh, he'll be tickling very soon," June assured him as she
thoughtlessly forced him down the hallway by his protracted prong,
letting her mammoth milkers swing back and forth and occasionally
hit against his arms violently. "Now get in that fucking bathroom
and get your fucking boxers off, you big fucking wee wee boobie boy!
Tee hee!"

"You don't need to fucking tell me that twice," Henry said, almost
ripping his boxers in two in his haste to get them off. Turning
towards the shower stall, he reached inside, turning on the hot
water and then the cold, adjusting the two until the temperature was
just right.

"Holy fucking shit, your bouncy old fuckers look good enough to
eat!" Henry growled hornily as his grandmother removed her robe
before pulling the sheer nightgown off over the hills of her
powerful puppies and then her head. Leaning down slightly to her
level, Henry was able to capture one of her pert pink nipples with
his mouth, drawing hungrily on her as the water cascaded into the
empty shower enclosure.

"Oh, Henry, sweetie!" his amorous K-cuppered tigress of a granny
cried out, the pressure of his mouth on her nipple and areola
causing a stirring and a dampness in the very core of her feminine
regions. "You heard what Grandpa Ward said about conserving water,
so get in there, young man, and that's an order!"

Henry couldn't fucking believe the crazy shit that his almost
lunatic horny and top-heavy grandmother was engaging in. Not that
the two of them, Mrs. Jumbo Jugs and Mr. King Cock, hadn't taken a
shower in exactly the same bathroom the night before.

"Whooooooooooooo!" Henry hollered, horny and happy, jumping into the
shower stall, in his full birthday suit, his cock wagging up and
down like an eager to please puppy as his girthy-gazongaed
grandmother leaped in after him, also as naked as a jaybird and
bobbing crazily out of control, her clomping, whopping chest charmer
bazooka bouncers almost knocking the hung young boy over as the
water, warm and inviting, cascaded over both of them, drawing them
into the enjoyment of a splendid shower on a mild summer day.

"Let me see that thing, Henry. You said that fucker wanted to
tickle. I'll make him tickle something fierce."

Henry grabbed the washcloth and the bottle of soap, filling the
former with the latter and working up a huge mound of soapy suds.

"I'm headed for the mountains!" he cried out, turning to face June
and reaching down to apply the soapy cloth to her tantalizingly
titanic titties, using both hands to spread the suds evenly over her
heaving bosoms, both of which where jiggling and jouncing
delightedly as the soapy water cascaded over them.

"Snow in the Himalayas!" he cried out jubilantly as he made each of
her twin peaks look as though they had just sustained a heavy
snowfall. "It's a fucking tittie blizzard!"

"Oh, Henry, you are such a scamp," June said wickedly, moving her
shoulders and causing her bra strap-snapping hills of Humper titmeat
to sling and fling weightily back and forth within his grasp.

Wee wee camp was commencing and naughty ideas ran through her mind
as she thought of new, exciting and boobocentric ways to make
Henry's oversized weiniemobile tickle and tingle. Thankfully, she
had already made a list.


THE END