"Wee Wee Camp: Henry Comes Clean"

Starring Henry and June Humper in a brief encounter entitled:
"Wee Wee Camp: Henry Comes Clean"
STORY #50! Written by Victor C. Nathan and Chantal Lefleur


"Oh, damn, I'm tired," said young Henry Humper as he closed the
kitchen door behind himself, while wiping the perspiration from his
brow with his free hand. "Grandpa had me bailing hay all damn day. I
must have lifted a few thousand fucking pounds of the stuff. Man, I
need to sit the fuck down."

"Oh, sweetie, is my little tittie baby all tuckered out?" June
Humper, Henry's overly endowed maternal grandmother asked
solicitiously, coming to his assistance with a cool cloth she had
just wrung out in the kitchen sink. "You do look so tired, sweetie.
Perhaps you overdid it a little?"

"I have to admit that I'm just fucking beat," Henry responded,
sinking into a chair at the kitchen table and indicating his need for
a cool drink. "I don't know how Grandpa does that work every fucking
day. I feel like I could just collapse. I mean, I'm so motherfucking
worn out, so fucking tuckered the fuck out, that I don't care about
big fucking titties or my wee wee fucking jizzing or anything. I need
to rest. I'm more fucking tuckered out than Harriet's cunny after a
run-in with the football team, soccer team, lacrosse team and the
fucking baseball team fucking combined. Fuck, I'm tired, Granny!"

"And you are all sweaty and grubby and fucking perspiring, sweetie,"
June replied, wiping his brow with the washcloth as she handed him a
bottle of Deer Park and then wrapped her arm in a nurturing fashion
around his shoulders, one of her tightly bra-bound jugs teetering
back and forth and tapping the back of his head. "But let's hope not
all of you is quite so tired tonight. I think we need to give my
sweet baby a bath, sweetie horseycock boy."

"Gosh, Nana, don't you think I'm a bit old to be given a bath?" Henry
asked incredulously, not entirely turned off by the idea though.
Feeling pretty safe in the assumption that bathtime with Grandma June
would involve considerably more than just a bath, and most likely big
bare boobies and wee wee stimulation, Henry's exhaustion seemed to
wane slightly. "On the other hand, Nana, a nice relaxing soak in a
hot tub would feel pretty damn good right now."

"Come along then, sweetheart," June urged him, shimmying her mams at
him and then grabbing the front of his trousers to pull him to his
feet. "Let's get all this exhaustion and tension right out of you
with a nice hot bathy wathy, tee hee. I'm sure that big fucker of
yours could use a nice soak and a rubdown, don't you, sweetie pie?"

Henry nearly leaped from his chair, cock jumping in his eagerness and
the two of them headed upstairs, giggling like a couple of teenaged
kids in lust.

"Oooooooo, baby," June cooed infantilely, closing the bathroom door
and turning towards her grandbaby, her big motherfucking boobs
leading the rest of her heavenly sculpted body. "Oh, you are so
sweaty and fucking icky with all that dirt and perspiration. It's
good to see that you work as hard on the farm as you do when the two
of us are humpin' away in the sack. You're earning your keep with
your muscles on the farm and with your fucking wee wee in the bedroom
with your granny girl and her tittie witties and honey cunny. Now,
let's get those icky clothes off of you, dirty boy."

"Oh, shit, I'm tired, but I want to be clean, Granny," Henry glared
at her bra-covered, blouse-covered old milker balloons and then
reached to cup and squeeze her jubbly juggers. "Oh, fuck me sideways,
they're so soffftttt!"

"Leave my titties alone for just a second, sweetheart," June asked
him, wanting him to get out of his filthy work clothes as soon as
possible. "Now get those awful, nasty, sweaty overalls off,
sweetcheeks."

"I am so, so tired," Henry sighed, almost unable to hold himself
upright, but still wanting tittie. "Could you take them off for me?
Please?"

"Oh, baby. Sure, I will," cooed June, reaching out with her small,
dainty hands to undo the straps at the top of the overalls and then
the buttons at each side along the waistband. Once they had slid to
the floor, Henry raised his arms up over his head, stealing a
surreptitious glance at his Nana's bountiful chest charms until his
view was obliterated by her pulling his sweat-soaked T-shirt over his
head and off.

"Now you can touch 'em a little while I take your underwear off,
baby," June spoke sweetly as she tossed his overalls in the clothes
hamper, both of her tits smacking hard against the edge of the sink
as she did so, their nipples sharpening with the impact. "Go ahead. I
know how much you need what I have on my chest, Henry. Now move
closer and rub me and let me shuck those skivvies off of your pee pee
pole and sack and off that cute ass of yours."

Henry grabbed his grandmother by the boobies again and felt her
assets through her clothes, hoping to later see the two jiggling skin
soldiers unobstructed by any barricade.

"Oh, Granny, you feel so big, so good and so fucking soft! Mmmmmmmm.
Now strip off my Hanes and scrub this dirty boy clean, you horny old
hootered hussy. I think it's bath time! Could you run the water for
me?" Henry asked sweetly, still fondling her oversized blouse
bunnies, stopping occasionally to give each of her pert nipples a
playful tweak. "I am just so tired, I think I could about collapse
any minute now."

"Oh, you poor thing. Of course I can," June murmured, leaning over
the edge of the tub to turn on the hot water, then the cold, sticking
her wrist under the faucet to adjust the temperature. As she did so,
Henry took in the full expanse of her ample ass and her dangling aged
honkers, his wee wee already leaping up hopefully at the sight of her
bountiful buttocks and boobs, something that never failed to commence
his loins to stirring.

"All right, sweetie. Bath's ready," June declared soothingly,
indicating for Henry to climb on in as she wiggled her boobalicious
top and tawdry ass at him.

"Can I have some Mr. Bubble?" he asked hopefully, remembering some of
the fun he and his blonde boulder-busted mother had enjoyed on
previous occasions when she saw fit to treat him to one of her
special bubble baths.

"Yes, just get your sweet ass in that fucking tub!" June laughed,
forcefully grabbing his naked and semi-erect cock by its spongy head
and pulling him roughly by his penis into the bath that was filling
up rapidly with water. "Get in there before I really grab your pee
wee head roughly, Henry Humper! Hurry the fuck up, stallion!"

"Owwwww!" Henry yelped in response, smacking one of her tits in
revenge for her rough handling of his private part that never seemed
to get much privacy, his pecker feeling a conjoining of pleasure and
pain in the presence of her top-heavy vixen-like body. "Don't be so
rough with my cock, Grandma!"

"Well, I'm gonna squeeze the fuck out of your pee wee head if you
don't get in that water so we can get you clean! Hurry up!"

"All right! All right! You don't have to resort to slapstick Three
Stooges tactics on my wee wee though! Fuck! Damn, women are fucking
insane," Henry muttered to himself under his breath as he climbed
into the tub as hurriedly as his tired, aching body would allow.
Settling back against the end of the tub, Henry sighed deeply as he
felt the warm water encompass him, his aching muscles beginning to
lose some of their tension while his grandmother's softly moving
knockers began to cause his penis to gain some of its
tension. "Mmmmmm, this feels so good, Nana. My body is starting to
relax already."

"Well, Henry," June told him sternly, leaning in closer to him, titan
teatsies and all. "Relaxation is great, but you're in here to get
clean. My goodness, you are just covered in sweat and grime, and poor
wee wee looks all sweaty and dirty and shit."

Grabbing a washcloth and a bottle of body wash, June lathered up and
started applying soap to Henry's body, beginning with his muscular
chest as her own mammoth chest quaked with every move she made. Henry
moaned softly as her application of soap to his body caused a not
unaccustomed reaction in his male parts.

"Gotta wash that big manly chest of yours, sweetcakes," June spoke,
her voice dripping with sugary nurturing sweetness as she scrubbed at
the slightly hairy chest of her favorite grandbaby, wondering how
long it would be till his giant boner was going to start getting
excited, gaping as he was at her own body, mostly the upper area of
it.

"This chest isn't nearly as fucking big as yours, Granny Juggernaut.
Heh heh. That's for fucking sure. Now clean me up, you big-boobed
wench. Hee hee hee."

Without warning, and just as the globular-gazongaed June began to
scrub his sweating shoulders, she suddenly saw a golden stream arcing
up and out of the warm bubbly waters that Henry's naked body rested
in.

"Henry, what the fuck? What the fucking shit are you motherfucking
doing, you crazy fucker? Oh, shit! Gosh, Henry, what the fuck do you
think you're doing?" June shrieked, hooters shifting as she reached
out to try and grab the end of his pecker to keep the urine from
spraying the entire bathroom. "Damn it, Henry, you've pee peed all
over my blouse and bra! What is the matter with you?"

Finally grabbing hold of his flailing male organ, June used both
hands to squeeze the head tightly until she could see the flowing
stream of urine come to a halt.

"Good gracious, Henry," Granny June snapped, annoyance in her voice
as she surveyed the amount of fluid on her clothing, mainly her
clothing-covered wiggling whompers. "Are you fucking five years old
or something?"

"Gosh, I'm sorry, Granny," Henry said, somewhat ashamedly, gazing
admiringly at his grandmother's chestly charms, her clothing soaked
and clinging provocatively to her ample curves. "It's just that I had
to go pee pee so bad."

"Didn't your mom ever tell you to pee pee before you got in the
shower, Henry?"

"Well, hell, yeah. Of course she did. I mean, most of the time she
was holding it for me," Henry replied, withholding an extreme burst
of the laugher in much the same way he would hold back an ejaculation
when he was in bed with busty June and wanted to fuck a bit longer
and wasn't quite ready to come.

"Fuck, Henry. Look at my new blouse. This blouse was so expensive
that I had to suck the cashier's cock and promise him a date to get
him to knock half off the price. Shit! And your pee soaked through
and into my bra too! You peed so much you probably could have filled
up an entire cup! You big fucking baby! I guess I'll have to take
them both off!"

"Ha ha! Well, I guess that's one way to get your bra off, eh?" the
young Humper laughed, staring with a smile as he watched Granny June
undo her blouse and pull it away from her big puppy-holders, admiring
the fucking enormity of her pitifully inadequate brassiere.

"I really can't fucking believe this, Henry," said June, fumbling to
unfasten the hooks and eyes that strained to hold the two ends of her
bra together. Once she managed to undo them, she shrugged out of the
garment, laughing out loud at Henry's gasp when her splendiferous
boobie twins tumbled into view.

"Holy fucking shit, those things are fucking huge," Henry sighed,
reaching out to give one of her taut nipples a playful tweak.

"Oh no, you fucking don't," June admonished him, violently smacking
his hand away from her overgrown breasts and then reaching out to
pull the plug to drain the tub of its water. "Now we have to run a
fresh bath, Henry. I can't believe what a tittie baby you are
sometimes."

"Alright, I'm sorry," Henry repeated sheepishly, sad that he had to
unhand her whorish hand-warmers. "It won't happen again, I promise."

"You bet it fucking won't," June replied, trying to hold onto her
annoyance but having to stifle a laugh in spite of herself, amused at
how horny her grandbaby was for her fulsome female gifts. "You can be
real damn fucking sure you'll remember not to let it happen again,
Henry Humper."

"How are you going to make so fucking sure I remember not to let it
happen again?" Henry asked with genuine curiosity, as the water ran
in the background and into the empty tub, his wee wee growing a lot
harder as he feigned another childish attempt to grab her tit.

"Like this," June replied flatly, her naked titties hopping insanely
as she lurched her body forward, her gorgeous face moving towards his
nearly erect member, blonde hair flailing, and then without warning,
opening her thick ruby red dick-sucking lips and biting abruptly down
on the spongy mushroom head of his wee wee. Henry's grandmother bit
down forcefully enough to elicit some mildly painful discomfort, but
not enough to do any damage as her knockers jiggled.

"Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!" Henry let out a wail as he felt his
grandmother's teeth on the sensitive head of his wee wee, but never
letting his eyes leave her Humper hills of grandeur. "You bit my wee
wee! Oh! You really bit my motherfucking wee wee!"

Grabbing June's closest nipple, Henry gave it a twist with his
fingers hard enough to cause June's mouth to open in a howl, while
quickly extracting his bitten organ from her oral grasp.

"Ouch, Henry! What the fuck was that for?" June asked, massaging her
tittie to lessen the discomfort.

"I just needed to get you off my wee wee," Henry groaned, holding his
cock in one hand and carefully inspecting it for damage and then
giving her jugs a disdainful push with his palm. "I can't believe
that you fucking did that to my wee wee!"

"Oh, don't be such a big fucking baby, Henry," said June, turning off
the faucet when the tub was once more filled to capacity, grinning as
her 'Boobsie Twins' rattled to and fro. "I didn't even leave any
marks on him, now did I?"

June dispensed some Mr. Bubble into the tub water.

"No, I guess you didn't," Henry agreed, inspecting the massive head
of his penis, but still looking at her colossal chest as it shifted
and swayed. "And Mr. Wee Wee's completely hard now too, so I guess it
wasn't a total loss. Plus, it doesn't hurt much now. It just fucking
tingles real nice, Granny. I just feel all these fucking nice tickles
inside of Mr. Wean."

"Ohhhh, that's the way to think, baby," June practically consoled
him, leaning her naked cupcakes over the edge of the bathtub in his
direction. "Well, baby, maybe Granny can figure out a way to get a
few more tickles out of mean ol' pee peeing Mr. Wean. You dirty boy.
I haven't had a wee wee pee pee on me since I changed a diaper. Of
course, I think I only changed one or two. I generally made Ward do
it in exchange for a blow job. I would suck your Grandpa something
fierce and swallow all his sticky cum. But if you ever do that shit
again, Henry, I'm not gonna bite your pee wee head again. I'm gonna
bite your sack, baby."

"My sack?" Henry inquired incredulously, shifting in the warm clean
water and studying her mounds of nude tit once more. "You'd really
bite my sack?"

"You fucking betcha I would," June responded with a laugh, leaning
over into the tub until the better part of her bodacious bazongas
were submerged in the sudsy water.

"Now come to Junie, Mr. Wean," she giggled, opening her pouty, bow-
shaped mouth and taking the head of Henry's pecker inside it, sucking
hungrily in an attempt to pacify him for having hurt his most
precious part.

"Oh, fuck, oh, shit! It tickles, it tickles!" Henry moaned, grabbing
her hair and pulling her head closer to him as she continued to lap
at his knob while reaching down with one hand to fondle and caress
the sack that she had only moments before threatened to bite. Henry
cried out, feeling her tongue flick out and poke at his pee pee hole.

"Oh, it fucking tickles! Oh, fucking motherfucking fucking fucking
fucking fucks! Your fucking boobs are so fucking big that they are
almost completely in the tub! Oh, I need 'em! I need the fuckers so
bad!" Henry squealed in a higher voice than his speaking one as June
slowed her sucking and just fellated his pee pee pole gingerly as he
snatched a boob in each hand and started to fucking fondle her two
bulging sweat glands needily, hungrily and wantonly, basking in the
sheer glory of her breastly gifts, even bigger than his mother
Hilda's. "Oh, the tickles are tickling like a fucking tickle machine.
Hee hee hee! I can't stand it, it feels so fucking good, Granny! And
I love just giving your hooters a good manual mauling!"

"Slurrrrppppppppp!" June Humper replied, smiling even as she held the
formerly violated mushroom tip of his hardness in her O shaped mouth
as her six decade old milkwagons whacked together. "Mmmmpppphhhhh!"
was the only sound that June could make, her mouth more than filled
to capacity by the huge length and girth of Henry Humper's
extraordinarily enormous executive staff member.

"Oh, Granny! Suck it, suck it! Oh, fucking suck it!" Henry hollered
out, her warm mouth on his phallus driving him almost insane with the
tingling sensations coursing through it as he savored every fleshy
pound of her protruding puppies. "Suck it, you big-tittied wench!"

And suck it she did. June Humper had the oral expertise to suck a
golf ball through a straw, and she used that experience and expertise
to perfection, bringing Henry to the point of nirvana more quickly
than usual.

"Oh, I think I'm gonna come!" Henry wailed in an ear-splitting cry,
bouncing up and down in the water in his exuberance, splashing the
both of them in the process, all the while stroking and fondling her
humongous assets that were still swinging freely back and forth in
the sudsy water.

Henry's wee wee began a more subtle than usual gushing of semen as he
came in his granny's mouth, holding a hand under each of her orbular
outcroppings, covered as they were with soap and water, and not a
small amount of suds and bubbles.

"Now those are some strong tickles, Boom Boom Bazoom Baby," Henry
elicited, his squirting more calm and glowingly pleasurable than
explosive, propping his hands against her dangling bazoom bombers as
they splashed their fleshy delight amidst their submersion. "It's so
strong, the tickles, yet so fucking soothing, it's almost surreal. I
would say it was a metaphysical reality, if I knew what that fucking
nonsense meant. This must be how the Democrats managed to get away
with violating the Constitution. They got some liberal slut to give
those turncoat Republicans fucking blow jobs. But that's the Left for
you!"

"Tee hee hee, Henry," giggled June, after allowing Henry's spent
organ to slip from between her lips, but allowing her beachball
bounty to reside solidly in his grip as he kneaded her pliable chest
units. "We all know that Democrats have no morals. They're just a
bunch of fucking degenerates."

Taking hold of Henry's retreating erection, June lapped the stray
ropes of semen that had leaked from his pee wee head, swallowing
every morsel as though it were expensive caviar, savoring the taste
and texture of it.

"Oh, Granny, that was fucking awesome," sighed Henry, still stroking
her slippery orbs absent-mindedly, basking in the afterglow of his
powerful, but not explosive orgasm, this encounter having been more
sweet than anything and not their usual animalistic ritual that left
them both gasping for oxygen.

"There, sweetie," June cooed, continuing to stroke Henry's penis
softly, almost soothingly as his fingers poked playfully at each of
her puckered areola areas on each vibrating bazoom. "Does that make
it up to wee wee, Henry? I mean for biting him?"

"I'll tell you in about an hour, sexy," Henry retorted, winking at
her as he squeezed her twin puppies palpably.

Five minutes later:

"There we go, fucker," the bosomy blonde grandparent cooed as she
dried her hung grandbaby's totally nude body that was still
moderately wet after getting out of the tub. "Let's dry your frank
and two large beans, sweet boy. Ooooooooo, it's so cute, baby. I
don't think I could fucking live with myself if I chomped down on a
ball bag like that beauty."

"Speaking of beauties," Henry winked, patting her pulsating pappies
like two well-performing animals. "I think if you were in a beauty
contest, these two old honkers would tie for first place. I think wee
wee needs to get 'em both in the bedroom, and I mean real fucking
soon, Big Tits. Ohhhhhh, that squirt earlier was so fucking peaceful."

"Well, sweetie," June said, winking naughtily at her well hung
grandson as she smashed her K cup cantaloupe cans against his
belly. "Ward won't be coming in for dinner for at least another hour,
so we could play a good old fashioned game of slap and tickle in my
bedroom. What do you say, big fucker?"

Without further ado, the bobbing, jiggling, wiggling and bouncing
June reached out and grasped Henry's now semi-erect pecker and
started dragging him in the direction of the bathroom door, eager for
the pre-dinner fun and games to begin, despite the fact that she and
Henry had done little else since his arrival at his grandparents'
farm for the summer.

"Hey, just hang on a second, Big Tits," Henry laughed, slapping her
hand away from his private parts, much to her surprise. "I think
you've manhandled wee wee quite enough for one day. I think it's
about time that you had a taste of your own medicine."

"What do you mean?" June asked, bewildered as she touched her own
tits amidst her query.

"This," Henry snapped flatly, his hands moving in a blurring flash as
he grabbed Grandma June by her tits and took a fistful of boobieflesh
into each of his gigantic football player hands. "How do you like
that shit, Jumbo Jugs?" Henry chortled loudly and obnoxiously as he
began to drag June by her whopping teatsies down the hall towards the
bedroom for what he knew would be imminent sex.

"Ohhhhhh, shit, that fucking hurts, Henry! You little fucker! I'm
going to get you for this shit!"

"Oh, I can only hope," Henry told her with a naughty wink, tugging
hard on the awesome weight and girth of her two tank-sized ta tas as
he pulled the rest of her only panty-clad body down the hall. "In
fact, I'm fucking counting on it, you hot old broad."


THE END