"Wee Wee Camp: Love Is A Many-Splendored Thing"

A romantic story from the recent past starring June and Henry Humper
in:
"Wee Wee Camp: Love Is A Many-Splendored Thing"
Written by Victor C. Nathan and Chantal Lefleur


"Aaaaahhhhh, this is nice," sixty-year-old June Humper moaned in a
pleasant voice of comfort, leaning back in the bathtub, her
jugaliciously booberly bountiful rack of flesh jutting out as she
arched her perfect form backwards in the sudsy, Mr. Bubble-filled
warm water. "Isn't it, lovely boy?"

"Oh, it is when I'm with you," Henry replied softly, his own back
resting against the inner edge of the small tub as his stacked and
full-assed grandmother sat between his legs and leaned her topsy
heavy-tittied back against his chest, her big round fanny sitting
between his legs and touching his wee wee, which was admittedly semi-
erect. "This is just plain cozy, Granny. Oh, I love you so much."

Henry leaned only slightly forward, since June already reclined
against him and bent his face to kiss her soft right cheek.

"Oh, I love you too, baby doll," June swooned, her bare knockers now
a little soapy and wet as she felt his erect penis touching her ass
and back, but ignoring it for the sake of romance and intimacy of a
non-sexual kind. "I have realized that I love you so much that I can
barely describe it with words sometimes. Just hold me. Put your arms
around me."

"Oh, I love you beyond all words," Henry told her sincerely,
wrapping his arms securely around her until they met in front of
her, brushing against her amazing oversized female
appendages. "Doesn't it just seem like we're soul mates, Granny?
Like we were somehow meant to be together like this? It just feels
so right, you know?"

"Oh, sweetie, I do know," June replied, leaning back further against
him and drawing his arms even tighter around her. "I think I knew
that as soon as you arrived here for the summer. Something had just
changed between us that I couldn't put my finger on. We just have
this super strong connection that I can't even explain, let alone
understand. I just want to enjoy it, revel in it. Oh, give me a
kiss, Henry. I need to feel your lips on mine."

"Oh, I want to kiss you so much," her grandson told her
breathlessly, feeling a twinge within his weiner, but understanding
that his connection to his massively-whoppered lover of a nana was
somehow even bigger than the pleasure that she had given his boner
so many, many times. And he did kiss her, feeling her whomping,
heavy, but high and firm fun chesty bags press his body as she
turned and he shoved his lips against her own full set, the ones who
had lovingly and selflessly sucked his dick over and over again,
never asking for anything but semen to come out of it. His mouth
opened and Henry shoved his tongue hard into June's face and licked
and smacked and explored with his kisses as the bubbly water
undulated around their full parts and needy bodies. They both needed
love, a love bigger even than June's titanic tooters and Henry's
hulking hunk of hard-on.

"Mmmmm," June Humper moaned, returning Henry's kiss with equal parts
love and passion, her tongue entwined with his, her breasts mashed
tightly against the soft down of his well-toned masculine chest, her
hand reaching almost automatically for the large appendage between
his firm thighs, stroking it gently, lightly, eliciting a soft moan
from her grandson. Pulling his mouth from hers almost reluctantly,
he moved his face lower, scattering sweet kisses on her face and
then her eyes and down her throat, stopping only to nibble
provocatively on her earlobe, whispering sweet nothings into her ear.

"Oh, Henry, you will make me swoon," June moaned softly, stroking
his back and shoulders with her hands, exploring his firm back and
buttocks, seemingly unable to get enough of him.

"Save the wee wee stuff, sweet Junie," Henry told her, just barely
touching her breasts as her body was turned around towards him in
the tub. "That's coming soon, but I just wanted to tell you
something, Nana. I literally yearn for you. I have never yearned for
anything in my life like I yearn for you, unless it was maybe
Pandora Peaks' titters."

"Oh, Henry, I yearn for you more than you could ever imagine," June
told him, both hands off of his cock and on his face at this point,
her own set of milkwagons not being currently molested either. "When
I wake up, I think of you, want to breathe you in. When I go to
sleep I dream of you, the two of us running through a field, our
parts jumping up and down, your prick hanging out of your shorts and
flapping while my honkers beat me in the face as that song plays
going 'reunited and it feels so gooo-ooood! Reunited and it's
understoo-oood!' I yearn so hard for you, I just watch to drink you
in, your love, your lips, your cum, everything. Every part of me
wants to be with you every minute of the day."

"Nana, that is just beautiful. That is a vision I will carry with me
always and forever," Henry told June, quietly as he leaned close to
her again and placed gentle butterfly kisses on her eyelids. "But,
enough talk. Kiss me again."

Leaning in, June opened her mouth and planted it firmly on Henry's,
softly parting his lips with her tongue, exploring every nook and
cranny of his oral cavity, their tongues entwined and dancing,
playing off against the other, raising their desire and longing for
each other to an almost feverish pitch. Just then the bathroom door
swung open and Ward Humper strode into the room, fumbling with the
zipper on his trousers.

"Oh, it's so nice to see that romance isn't dead, ha ha," he said
casually as he fumbled in his underwear and extracted his
penis. "Don't let me interrupt, kids. I have to pee and I can't wait
another second."

"Alright, Ward, have fun," June said sweetly, wishing he would leave
sooner rather than later. "But remember to do what I told you, won't
you?"

"What did you tell me?" Ward asked her, looking somewhat puzzled and
trying to pull it from his memory. "Ohhhh, now I remember. Yes,
dear. I will ask for ID. You're such a worrywart. Anyway, I'm off.
Have fun you two."

"I thought he'd never leave," June giggled, turning her undivided
attention back to Henry. "Now, where were we?"

"I think we were playing tonsil hockey if I remember accurately,"
Henry said with a laugh. "But in all seriousness, Grandma, I do love
you more than anything in the world. I do."

"I love you more, sweetie," June responded.

"I love you most," came Henry's answer.

"I love you to infinity and beyond," cooed June.

"Oh, shut up and kiss me," Henry said with a wide, toothy grin.

"I knew from the first day you got here, I had fallen for you," June
admitted, kissing Henry softly on the lips and then barely brushing
his wee wee with her fingers as she now faced him completely, her
bomber-like breasts squashing flat into his chest. "By the time we
got to the lake, I was just flat out in love with you."

"I know," Henry retorted, just hardly touching her boobs now. "I
felt the same way. When we first got out of the water and you sucked
my dick, I knew I couldn't let you go."

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" his granny asked him, her
index finger swirling around at the area of his urethra as he just
held the bottoms of her cantaloupe supermelon cans gently.

"You mean that love is an action word, and I know just what action
we both have in mind?" he said, circling his own fingers round and
round her huge areola.

"You got it, Sugar Wean," June assured him, her fingernail prying at
his pee pee hole while his fingers traced the size and scope of her
spacious silver dollar sized sucker parts. "Because sometimes love
can feel sooooo goooood."

Ten minutes later........

"Oh, it does feel good, it does!" Henry whooped as June worked her
tongue up and down the length and girth of his oversized phallus,
licking, sucking, kissing until it felt so good that Henry didn't
think he could take it much longer. Her years of experience worked
in his favor and he cried out loud when she used her teeth to
lightly scrape along all twelve inches of him. "Ohhhhhhhhh, I love
this romance shit. I love you! I love you! Oh, you are the best
grandmother ever. This shit feels so fucking good. Love me some
more, Granny. Go, Granny, gooooooooooo! Oh, shit! That feels so
fucking amazing! Yeah! Oh, what a wiggler, I love that shit!"
Grabbing hold of his grandmother's blonde curls he held on for dear
life, knowing that any second now he was going to fall into the
abyss.

And then he toppled. "And Mr. Weanie Wean goes what?" Henry shouted,
holding Junie's head by the hair as her power puppy pouches of
pappie jumped up then down. "Mr. Weanie Wean goes 'Kasplurt!
Kasplurt! Kasplurt! Catch that weiner's Squirt!'"

The young grandmother-lover pulled his staff backwards, exiting her
mouth until only the apple head was left in her mouth, and then he
started jizzing.

"These are the love shots! Semen valentines say I fucking love the
shit out of you, Granny Globehonkers! Oh, I love, love, love, love
yooooooouuu!" Every 'love' came in sync with a thick stream of semen
roping from out his pee wee crown and onto her tonsils and throat
and tongue and everything else he had explored with his own tongue
fifteen minutes before.

"Mmmmmmguuullllp!" June managed, her mouth being invaded by bodies
of jism as she gulped with each spit his penis gave the buxom,
bodice-busting, busy-humping-body of a gran gran.

And then his "Mr. Weanie Wean" stopped almost as suddenly as it had
started the blast from his loins, now shuddering and just dripping
and dribbling his last liquid tributes into her perfect face, all
while he watched her cute capricious cupcakes wiggle and sigh with
her uneven breaths. Then the bust goddess of boobahdom whipped his
wee wee free of her lips with a pop of perverse finality.

"Ohhhhhhh, my fucking poopsie, special pee-peeing sweet pea! Holy
fucks of fuckydom! Oh, Henry, I want more of that!"

"I can give you more," Henry assured her, wiping a bead of sweat
from her forehead and then another from her spacious areola.

"No, baby boy," June said seriously, squeezing his stalk and licking
the left-over fluid that eeked out as he touch her toppers. "I mean,
that I want another 25 years of that. I want the two of us together
for the rest of our lives, or my life unless you die from
ejaculation. Tee hee. I want to drink from your penis three or four
times a day for the next few decades, guzzling your bounty. Henry,
sugar, I can feel the love, the pure love we share, the sweet love
you have. I can taste that love in every precious squirt that comes
out of your wee wee, its big balls and its happy apple head. Every
stream of semen you throw out for me to drink is like a testament, a
taste of your love, our love, the love we share that is never going
to end. Don't you feel it, lover? Don't you feel it when it comes
out?"

"Yes, Granny, I do feel it," Henry replied, a tear forming in his
eye, clouding his view of her K cupped deuces and his column of sex
organ that still had not begun to wane. "I felt it with every bit
of 'me' that you drank down."

"Oh, Henry, isn't it wonderful what we share?" June cooed,
absentmindedly stroking his male appendage with her hand as she
gazed lovingly into his eyes. "I just can't get enough of my baby
boy. I want to feel you on me, in me, all around me, all over me. I
NEED you, Henry! I fucking NEED you!"

"Oh, Granny, I need you too," Henry responded, lowering his head to
suckle from her right nipple. "I want you all the fucking time,
morning, noon and night. I LOVE you, Granny. I fucking LOVE you!"

June pulled away from Henry for a moment, took his hand and led him
towards the queen sized bed. Lying down on top of the covers, June
parted her legs and looked longingly at the handsome young man
before her.

"Love me some more, Henry," she squealed, her sexual appetite
readily apparent as she stroked her own breasts and reached down
with her other hand to stimulate her clitoris. "LOVE ME, big fucker!
LOVE ME!"

"Ohhhhh, Granny girl, I'm gonna love ya right in that sweet crevice,
and my wee fuckin' wee's gonna give you a great BIG LOVE!" Henry
said with enthusiasm beyond any sexual euphoria he had ever felt
before, his penis welling up with selfless love conjoined with lust
as he studied his nana's honeydew melon masses of mam as he moved
towards her busty, big-assed body that stretched out on the bed, her
luscious legs apart and ready to have his sausage of a stick jamming
in and out between her thighs, fucking her with all the love and
intensity and passion he could muster, old Junie taking him as she
bucked and fucked hard against his turgid tool.

"Oh, fill me up with that great big long juicy thick love of yours,
Henry baby boy, Granny's favorite relative lover! You better stick
that thing in here pretty fuckin' fast, cause I'm a-needin' some
wean whompin' away at my weiner-holder! Don't make me
waiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit, Henry!" June wailed, feeling the familiar
sexual neediness take over from rational thought. "Come and fuck me,
my looooooooooooove!"

Henry straddled her voluptuous form and pushed her legs wider apart
with his knees before taking hold of his by now raging hard-on and
placing the big mushroom head at the opening of her vaginal
introitus.

"Oh, LOOOOOOOOOOOVE me!" June shrieked, gasping for air as she felt
Henry drive into her up to the hilt, his soft, down covered nutsack
tickling her as he began to thrust.

"Take that, my love," Henry groaned, his breathing becoming ragged
as he plunged into and out of her moist honeypot, his eyes opening
in awe as he watched her prodigious chest charms wobble to and fro
on her chest as he pounded into her.

"And fuck! And fuck! And fuck! And fuck, uuhhhhh, agaaaiiinnn!" June
grunted again and again, repeating herself as her older knocks
swayed and swooped all around, as Henry repeated the motion of
feeding his twelve inch trunk down the exquisite plumbing of his
granny's beautiful sculpted inner body.

"It's goin' in! Uhhh! And out! Uhhh! And in! Uhhh! And that's the
way this thing called fuckin' works!" Henry sang as juggied June
repeated her own incantations, slamming her pelvis against his until
they smacked hard together, a mixture of sweaty flesh and fit bodies
working and fitting together in such perfection.

"It's our sex, sex, sex!" the elder Humper screamed and swooned,
pounding herself against her grandson's stalk while her tons of
teats beat his chest to a pulp. "And it's so hot, hot, hot! Ohhhhhh,
gimme your sex, sex, sex, gran-gran fucker!"

"I love you, I fucking love you!" Henry ejaculated verbally, taking
hold of each of June's hands and interlacing their fingers together
above her head as he continued to ram into her warm and willing
body. "I can't get enough of this romance shit."

"Oh, baby, love me harder! Love me deeper! Love me faster! Fucking
love the fucking fuck out of me!" June screamed out as her grandson
pummeled her insides with his hard as a rock rod, her oversized
flesh bags pitching and tossing wildly on her chest.

"I love you! I love you! I love you!" Henry grunted out with each
thrust, barely able to speak because of the driving need within him
to consume this woman. Breathe her in. Live and die for her. Eat for
her. Exist for her. "Oh, I am loving you so much!" Henry cried out,
knowing he could not hold off his pending orgasm much longer.

June's grandmotherly pumpkin tits slung in every direction as she
ground her pelvis against her grandson's girthy shaft.

"Love, love, love! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Cause they're both the fucking
same to me, Grandbaby Lover!" June managed as her orgasm took her
all at once, the sensations coursing her vaginal core like a thunder
bolt. "Now give, give, give me that hump juice!"

"Oh, for fuckin' sure!" Henry breathed out in a gust as he held her
honker headlights as they jiggled under his ten digits and his pee
wee started spritzing semen into her pussy's tunnel as he rubbed her
clitoris at the same time with one finger. "This big love feels so
wee wee-squirtin' good, Granny! I'm so glad we are in love!" And
their orgasms began and ended almost in sync with one another as
they humped and slammed their bodies together.

Henry finally ejaculated the last of his hot jizz and collapsed in
exhaustion atop his busty grandmother, his weight crushing her
extending chest hills between them.

"Oh, I fucking love you, Grandma!" he moaned, his breath still
labored and coming in gasps. "I don't know when I've ever loved
anyone as much as I fucking love you."

"Oh, Henry, I know, dear. I know," June said sweetly, trying to gain
control of her own breathing as she gasped, trying to get enough
oxygen into her sexually spent body as her bulging balloons almost
seemed to fill with air. "I felt your love in every thrust,
sweetcheeks."

"Granny, I have something serious to ask you," Henry told her
quietly, reaching down to stroke her clitoris with the index finger
of his right hand. "What would you say if I asked you to marry me?"

"Why, Henry," replied June in surprise and amazement, her glandular
plumpers percolating. "I'd say that's bigamy."

"Yeah, but Grandpa is getting pretty fucking old," Henry reasoned,
caressing her nub with one hand and stroking her right breast and
its nipple with the other. "The old fucker could kick off any day
now while he's fucking one of those young girls. His old ticker
could stop, and it might be good to have a back-up husband on the
side."

"Tee hee hee!" June giggled, partially from the tickle evoked inside
her clit and partially from the sheer absurd beauty of their
relationship. "Why the fuck do we need to get married anyway, Henry?
I mean, we are already in love and you throw a good fuckin' on me
anytime I want some of your wean. I don't want any bigamy,
babycakes. I'd much rather have a biguninme."

"Me too, Granny," her lover conceded, smiling as she reached past
her cupcake colossus of a chest to rub the length of his penis.

And as Henry once again mounted his sweet-boobied grandma, working
his wee wee into position and then inserting it inside her vagina,
he had to admit that love was truly a many-splendored thing.


THE END