"Wee Wee Camp: Rainy Day Humpers"

Starring tittie matriarch, June Humper and wee wee warrior, Henry
Humper in:
"Wee Wee Camp: Rainy Day Humpers"
Written by Victor C. Nathan and Chantal Lefleur


"Holy shit, Grandma!" Henry Humper called out, jumping slightly as
the next loud clap of thunder reverberated throughout the house where
Henry was spending the summer visiting his maternal
grandparents. "That's the loudest one yet. Shit, that lightning is
really fucking scary. It looks like it just hit a tree out in the
field over there."

"I know, Henry," his attractive and very busty grandmother replied,
walking over to where he stood looking out the window, her bodacious
breasts bobbing and swinging with every step, her ample ass sashaying
sensuously from side to side. "Will you just look at that rain? It's
torrential! I guess we won't be able to go to the carnival after all,
Henry. At least not while it's still storming."

"Damn, now what will we do?" Henry inquired anxiously, disappointed
that their plans were going to have to change even as his young eyes
still darted over her bustline, held in precariously by her cartoon-
sized bra.

"And I know you were so looking forward to that fucking carnival with
the crazy clowns, the cotton candy, ferris wheels and fucking tilt-a-
whirls and all that fun motherfucking shit. It sort of takes me back
to my teenaged years, when I would suck off the tickettaker and get
in an amusement park for free. Of course, that's when going to an
amusement park was a lot fucking cheaper and one blow job would
suffice. It would probably take at least three washes these days.
Inflation, you know," June explained, a faraway look in her
shimmering beautiful eyes as she adjusted the straps on her strong
and very sturdy brassiere that held weight and girth so overwhelming
that it brought horror to many unsuspecting fuckers that she
encountered. "I guess we could play some kind of fucking board game
or something. That can be fun on a rainy day."

"I guess so," replied Henry, his lips puckering into a childishly
petulant pout as he looked for the moment like the `tittie baby' who
so frequently sucked June's ever-willing tits. "Damn, why did it have
to fucking rain? I really wanted to see those big monster titties of
yours in the House of Fun mirrors."

"Oh, Henry," cooed his grandmother, the sexy sexagenarian with the
gorgeously gargantuan gazongas. "We can make our own fun, don't you
think? Ward and I still have a ton of old board games in the cupboard
in the dining room. Some of them even belonged to your mom when she
was a little girl. Why don't we go and take a look at what's there?
Come on, Henry. Stop fucking pouting. It will be fun, honest."

"Oh, all right," Henry finally acquiesced, his disappointment due to
the sudden change in plans still evident on his boyishly handsome
face and the sadness at the thought of the big-boobied vixen not
being able to suck him off atop the ferris wheel. "We could play
Scrabble, if you have it, Nana. I like that game."

"Of course I have Scrabble, baby," June said consolingly,
understanding his disappointment, which was as intense as her own,
considering that she had wanted to see what her pert protruberances
and his lengthy pee pee pole looked like side by side in the fucked
up mirrors that the fun house contained. But for today, it was not
meant to be. "I'll go get the game, poopsie. It'll be fucking fun,
sweetie. Trust me. Nana knows best, Henry. Be right back."

"Fucking shit!" Henry cursed to himself, imagining her wacky
watermelon mams stretched out in a surrealistic reflection as he
planted his whopper of a wee wee between them. "No freaky carnival
knockers today. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I guess we are going to revert to
some Ozzie and Harriet bourgeois entertainment." He watched as his
stacked to the ceiling grandma headed for the closet down the hall.

Moving back to the window while he waited for his grandmother to
return with the game, Henry watched the rain come down in torrents,
flattening the flowers in June's garden with its force, but was soon
jolted from his reverie when she walked back into the room carrying
the box that contained the Scrabble game, and also carrying each of
her 25 pound pouches of flesh. "Here it is, Henry. It was right on
top, so I didn't have to do any digging for it. Now set up that card
table and we can start playing. I love Scrabble. Ward and I haven't
played in a long time, more's the pity. If he isn't busy with the
farm, he's down at the local community college trying to entice some
attractive junior with large jugs into sucking his wee wee. I don't
mind too much though, tee hee. If it weren't for his crazy fucking
hobbies, he'd be underfoot all the time, driving me fucking crazy."

"Okay, table is all set, Nana," Henry told her, opening a second
folding chair and putting it on the opposite side of the table from
the first one he had placed to seat his bosomy relative's wide round
fanny. "Now sit your big ol' ass down, Grandma Big Tits."

"Good boy, Henry," his amorous 60-year-old beloved-boobied granny
told him with a smile as she took a chair across from the seat that
Henry had chosen. "See? This is going to be as much fun as I had
fornicating with the best man before my wedding. Tee hee."

Soon they had the board set up and each had the correct amount of
letters.

"Shit, Grandma! I don't have any good fucking letters! I can't even
spell 'cat' with these motherfuckers!"

"Well, then it must be my lucky fucking day then!" June Humper
whooped, her bra-encased bobbling boobahs a-rattling as she reached
for her own letters. "Cause I've got all kinds of good fucking
letters! Check out this word, motherfucker!"

"Fuck! I hate rainy days! Go ahead and put the fucker on the board
then," Henry pouted, speaking in a whiny voice as he eyed her
cleavage.

"Henry, sometimes you can be such a fucking whiny little tittie
baby," June told him in an annoyed tone of voice, her tittie baby's
chosen set of suck toys wiggling discreetly. "I can't help it that
the word got a triple score, now can I? Now, you must have something
you can play."

"This game fucking sucks!" Henry responded, knocking the wooden
letters off of the rack he had placed them on, the letter T nailing
June in the right breast. "I never was very good at Scrabble. Mom was
a teacher, so of course she always beat me. She always made it up to
me though, with a nice boobieclench, or a tug at the very least."
Raising his face to look at June hopefully, she ignored his words and
began to pack up the game.

"All right, no Scrabble. Now what? How about Monopoly? Can you play
THAT without fucking whining, Henry?"

"Sure, let's play Monopoly. That's a great game. Can I be the banker?
Please?"

"Yes, if you'll quit being a tittie baby, Henry. Can I help it if I
happened to get lucky and had the letters to spell 'BIG FUCKER'? You
are being a spoilsport," June told him with a harumph, her chest
bobbing almost imperceptibly, her two former milkholders slightly
sauntering as she walked away and then finally returned with the
Monopoly game and slapped it down on the table with a slight bit of
aggravation evident in her mannerisms. "But you set up the board. I
have to adjust my fucking bra again. Holy fuck, it just seems like
these two soldiers just won't stay fucking put sometimes. All they do
is bob and weave. Tee hee."

"I'm the banker! I'm the fucking banker! I feel like a Freemason or
some shit!" Henry exclaimed, looking still further down June's low
cut green blouse as he leaned forward to open the box.

Henry spread out the Monopoly board and counted out the amount of
money that each of them were to start with. He also put out the
Community Chest cards and the Chance cards, then looked through the
playing tokens.

"Which one do you want, Nana?" he inquired politely, offering her the
first choice, hoping beyond hope that she would bend completely over
so that he could eyeball her balls of boobery in their bra cups
before the game started.

"Hmmm, I kind of like the wheelbarrow," June replied, reaching out
with her expertly manicured fingers to pick it up and examine it more
closely, making her creamy cleavage rattle and vibrate. "Yes, I think
I'll go with the wheelbarrow."

"Hey, good choice, Big Tits," Henry whooped excitedly, loving his
view of her jumbo juggers. "Cause you may need a fucking wheelbarrow
in a few years to carry around those big as hell titties of yours."

"Why, Henry Humper!" June shrieked in mock annoyance, reaching out
and swatting her grandson playfully on the shoulder. "Don't you be
making fucking jokes about my big boobies."

"Ha ha ha!" Henry laughed, envisioning the hilarious scenario of his
grandmother with her 50 pound puppies down around her knees at 75 and
a massive wheelbarrow supporting her juggies as she carted them
around. "It's just a funny fucking visual, Granny."

"Yes, very fucking funny, Long Dong," June returned with a shake of
her head and a jolt of her famous funbags. "Now you pick a playing
piece, you funny fucker."

"Okay, okay," her overly endowed grandson answered, his view of her
overgrown globes much better than it had been now that his grandma
was leaning over towards the board. "I guess I'll pick the dog."

"Good choice, Henry," June laughed, almost sorry that her two
identically audacious assets were stuck beneath her triple K hooter-
holder. "Because if you keep this up, you're going to be in the dog
house, tee hee hee. Now come on. Who goes first? Oh, I know. The one
who rolls the highest!"

Taking the two die in her hand, she shook them rapidly, her mams
shaking just as rapidly, before letting go, watching anxiously as
they flew across the board, finally coming to rest on the edge of the
card table.

"Damn, I got a six and a five, Henry. Beat that, good fucker!"

"Shit, no fucking fair," Henry whined, grabbing the die and shaking
them reluctantly, annoyed that nothing seemed to be going his
way. "Holy fucking shit, will you look at that? Ha ha fucking ha! I
rolled two fucking sixes. Read 'em and weep, Big Tits. Yes! I am the
fucking man! Yeehaw!"

"Oh, Henry, you are so silly sometimes," June replied, shaking her
head, and in doing so, her big knockers as well.

Thirty minutes later.........

"Fuck this shit!" Henry cursed, grabbing his dog playing piece from
off the board and throwing it to the floor, hating the beating he was
taking from his grandmother and her two protruding distractions. "You
got the hotels all over my fucking property! This game is bullshit!
It's not a bit of fun! Fuck it!"

"Oh, for fuck's sake, Henry. Don't be that way," June scolded him,
leaning over so far at this point that Henry could see clear down the
front of her top, her creamy acres of cleavage wholly visible to him
as she sat in an exposed position in her chair. "I mean, you can't
win everything."

"I know, Grandma. I'm sorry. I'm not trying to be a sore loser. This
is just no fucking fun. Now I remember why I have always loathed
rainy days. Even as a kid, I had to watch that fucking cardigan-
wearing fruit talk about neighbors and shit when I couldn't go
outside and play. Isn't there something else to do?"

"Gosh, Henry," June said solemnly, somewhat stunned by her teenaged
grandson's petulant behavior. "I really can't believe that you're
being such a big fucking crybaby over all of this, sweetheart. Good
fucking grief. It's just a fucking game. No need to get all bent out
of shape. Now, I'm willing to do whatever you'd like to do, since
this is your vacation. Any suggestions?"

"Well, I guess we could watch television," Henry said sulkily, moping
again, still smarting somewhat over his grandmother's hurtful but
true words and now yearning for the comfort that her grandmotherly
nurturing boobies could bring. "Do you have a fucking TV Guide handy?"

"Oh, never mind the damn TV Guide, Henry," said the carnival-chested
June Humper, genuinely beginning to lose her patience with him. "Just
grab the fucking remote and start fucking clicking. You're bound to
find something that we can both agree to watch. Why don't you see
what's on A & E?"

"A&E?" Henry gasped in disbelief, hurt etched on his face as his
grandmother leaned back in her chair in a posture where he could no
longer study the fleshy curves of her K cupper mounds of joy. "I'd
rather watch Fred fucking Rogers! Geez, I just got out of school a
few fucking days ago! Why do I want a fucking classroom on TV for?"

"All right, then we can watch something else," June sighed, peeved as
she shifted one of her aged honkers into place and then slid her
brassiere strap into a comfortable position. "Click away, tittie
baby." Suddenly another bolt of lightning jetted across the bleak sky
outside, lighting the living room of the Humper household with its
intensity as a rumble of thunder followed. "Damn, that storm is
getting worse, Henry. Maybe we better unplug the TV. I'm afraid the
lightning is going to run in on that motherfucker and knock it out."

"You may be right, Nana," Henry told her, switching off the TV via
the remote and walking over to the set and unplugging it. "Okay,
that's that. Now what? I fucking hate this! We're stuck inside the
fucking house all damn fucking day and there's nothing at all to
fucking do. Board games fucking suck. TV fucking sucks. Rain fucking
sucks. Life fucking sucks."

"Oh now, come on, Henry," June said soothingly, walking over to Henry
and putting her arms around him from behind, her mountainous
mammaries pressing into his back, squashing against him like a
marshmallow between two graham crackers. "I'm sure we can find
something to do that will be fun."

"Well, I can't fucking think of anything," Henry sulked, kicking at
the unplugged TV with the toe of his running shoe as he inwardly
sighed at the softness of his grandmother's overwhelming dirty
pillows forced against his spine. "I can't think of one fucking thing
I want to do. Not one fucking thing."

"Hmmmmmmm. Well, I did think of one thing we could do, I mean, since
you are so fucking bored and everything. And since TV fucking sucks
and board games fucking suck and rain fucking sucks, and now life
fucking sucks, I did have one idea of something we could do to kill
the boredom." June tightened her hold around Henry's waist,
tightening her grasp as her bazoom bounty, her pair of headlights
mashed into his body, their skin flattening against her grandson's
firm back. "I don't want you to be bored while you are staying here,
so I figured out something we could do." June Humper embraced her
grandbaby sweetly, love evident in her touch as she practically drove
her boulder-like bazooka boobies into his spine. She hated to see her
favorite grandchild so wrought with boredom as the rain beat
down. "Come on, baby. I think we can find at least one thing to do."

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

"Holy motherfucking shit! You always have the best ideas, Granny,"
said Henry Humper, unbuttoning his shirt and nearly tearing it in his
haste to get it off. "I can't think of any better way to spend a
rainy day, can you?"

"I thought you might like my idea, sweetheart," June cooed, removing
her own blouse and turning her overburdened bust away from Henry so
that he could help her unfasten the hooks and eyes that held her bra
fastened tightly. "I know they're hard to unhook, Henry. That's why I
need help. Those damn hooks have to be super strong to support my big
fuckers. Have you got them?"

Finally getting her bra off, after much struggling, June quickly
stripped off her shorts and panties and turned to help Henry free
himself from the blue jeans that he was wearing.

"Holy shit! This was a great fucking idea!" Henry yelled as his
grandma turned her wobbly flesh melons in his direction, watching as
they swung around to catch up with the rest of her perfect naked
body. "That's it, Granny. Undo that belt. I'll help you."

"Ohhhhhhh, baby," Mrs. Humper huskily spoke, her two twin tooters
grazing his abdomen as she reached to unbuckle his belt, following
this with a speedy unbuttoning of his blue jeans. "And now for your
zippy. Mmmmmmmm. I can't wait. Ohhhhh, you're wearing briefs, Henry.
I love that. That means I can see the lovely sweet bulge of your
horsecock straining against your undies, long fucker."

June tugged her grandson's zipper down with a swish, all the while
pushing her honeydew honkers pertly against his bare stomach. She
could make out an awesomely protruding bulge pressing against his
underwear.

"Oh, Henry, look at that big bulge, baby," June cooed softly, feeling
a familiar stirring in her nether regions and the jarring of her pert
and powerfully weighty parts. "Let's get those pants off of you,
sweetie. Give Nana a hand."

Henry did as instructed, and within seconds, his blue jeans were in a
heap around his ankles and June was steadying him, beautiful boobs
crushed against his abs, while he raised each leg in turn to step out
of his pants.

"Oh, Henry! He's growing! He's fucking growing!" June shrieked in
childish and gleeful delight, reaching out with her small, dainty
hand to rub his most private part through the thin fabric of his
briefs while she gave his taut tummy a full tittie-
rubbing. "Oooooooohhhhhh, he's so fucking hard, Henry, I think you
got him up in record time, tee hee. Usually I have to at least get
your briefs off before he's standing like a motherfucking marine at
attention." June rubbed and stroked his still expanding wee wee until
Henry felt as though he couldn't stand much more.

"Ohhhhhh, shit, he feels as fucking hard as a fucking sledgehammer,
poopsie. Oh, he gets so rigid and firm for Nana, doesn't he, sweet
cock?" June's bulging breasts hung just slightly over Henry's fabric-
encased dick like an umbrella shielding his beloved wee wee stick
from the rain that they could still hear pouring down outside. The
bosomy blonde angel teasingly rubbed the now foot long pole through
his almost bursting briefs.

"Ohhhhhh, Granny, my wee wee is so fucking hard, it almost hurts. Wee
wee needs you, Jumbo Jugs. Wee wee fucking needs you in the worst, or
in this case, the best fucking way. I've been so bored all day. I
want you to make me feel good. Please, Granny."

"Oh, baby. Of course. I mean, I want your wee wee as bad as you want
my big motherfucking boobies, baby boy. Look, Henry. I'm going to
take Mr. Wee Wee out of your undies now."

"Oh, Granny, take him out, take him out," Henry groaned, feeling her
hands as she fumbled with the waistband of his Fruit of the Looms,
her wiggling whoppers nearly touching the stalk of his proud
erection. "Do not pass go. Do not collect two hundred fucking
dollars. Just fucking take him out. Oh, he wants out!"

Grasping the elasticized waistband with her thin fingers, June pulled
them down over Henry's hugely swollen gland, which sprang up
immediately as it was freed, standing proudly at attention, waving a
little in the breeze coming in from the bedroom window that Henry had
left slightly ajar before going to bed the night before.

"Raise your foot, baby," June ordered him, allowing him to use her
raucous rack to steady himself as she pulled his underwear off and
threw it casually over her left shoulder.

"Oh, Mr. Wee Wee," moaned June, rubbing the length of the shaft with
her fingertips as he fondled her own girlish glands. "Have you come
out to play with Granny?"

"Oh, Henry," June managed through a heavy breath, her boobies
shifting back and forth against his body, one of her nipples gently
scratching his navel playfully, yet unintentionally as her right hand
closed around the engorged root that was his lumbering
fuckstick. "Oh, fuck, he's so swollen and veiny and thick, baby. What
do you want to do with him while he's so fucking perky, Henry? I
mean, when he's all fucking hungry and shit."

"I think you'd better lie down, Granny," Henry told her in a firm
voice, his two hands landing atop her two identically mammoth peaks
and pressing hard as he eased her in the direction of the bed. "Cause
Mr. Wee Wee wants to take a trip inside."

"Ohhhh, baby!" the boobied matriarch shrieked, shaking her zeppelins
at him as her naked body backed towards the queen-sized mattress.

"All right, Granny! Then away we go!" Henry shouted, picking June up
by placing his hands around her tiny waist and pitching her back onto
the bed. Hitting the mattress with considerable force, she bounced
several times, her big tittie balloons pitching wildly back and
forth, the bounces gradually lessening in force until they only moved
subtly as she inhaled and exhaled.

"Oh, Henry, I love it when you're all forceful and shit, tee hee
hee," June giggled, laying back against the pillow, her eyes never
losing contact with Henry's as she shook her nurturing knockers in
his direction. "You Tarzan, me Jane, tee hee." Henry quickly
scrambled onto the bed, eager for the rainy day fun to begin at last.

"Let me see those legs, you naughty bitch," Henry laughed as he
watched all 50 pounds of her tits leap up and down on her body as he
grabbed the voluptuous broad that was his grandmother by each of her
ankles and shoved her legs roughly apart. "Now Mr. Wee Wee's going to
take a vacation tour of Cunnyland, you big-tittied wet dream."

"Ohhhhh, Henry, yessss!" June screeched, titanic ta tas a-
tumbling. "Fuck that Monopoly pretend shit! This is a hotel that
provides full service satisfaction! Ooooooo, yeah!"

Henry readied her moist slot for entrance, parting the gates of
pleasure digitally as his insanely erect twelve inch monster poised
over her slick tunnel, yearning for the trip it would take inside her
experienced cavern. "I think I found Park Place!" Henry hollered out,
gripping her jugs as he slid his pee wee closer to her open for
business pussy. "Cause I'm parking my fucking wee wee right here!"

"Oh, yes, park it, Henry, park it!" June squealed, her hooters
heaving with the exhalation as Henry put the tip of his bald avenger
at her vaginal introitus and slid it smilingly home. "Oh, Henry,
you're home."

Henry began to move within her, drawing back slightly, then slamming
home again, up to the hilt, his furry ballsack slapping her
rhythmically on the ass as he thrust into her again and again.
Dipping his head lower, he turned his attentions to her community
chest, reaching out with his tongue to lap at her pert, pink nipples,
their little hard-ons evidence of the effect he was having on her.

"Ohhhhhhhh, it feels so good to my pussy!" June shrieked, raising her
firm, round bottom in unison with his strokes as she wrapped her arms
around him and grasped each of the cheeks of his buttocks in her
dainty hands and gave them repeated firm squeezes.

"Oh, Nana, Nana, Nana!" the eighteen-year-old sex addict grunted as
he plunged his phallus deep inside of the buxom blonde bombshell
beneath him, feeling her wet sheath grip him as he explored deep
inside her with his horsecock probe. "Oh, fuck! Maybe I should have
saved my leftover fucks. Funny, but here's that rainy fucking day!
Hell fucking yeah!"

June released her hands from Henry's bottom and then wrapped both of
her shapely legs hard around his waist as he humped her full-fleshed,
writhing body, now glistening with sweat from her boobs to her legs
that locked around him and only served to increase his pleasure and
his coital carnival ride and draw him further inside of her receiving
cunny cavern.

"Oh, oh, Henry, yessss! Hump, baby! Hump, baby! Grab Granny's honkers
and hold on tight!"

Henry did as instructed, and clung to her huge flailing bosoms for
all he was worth as he continued pumping like a velvet jackhammer.
Every time he rose up, he pulled June's bottom off the mattress and
when he plunged again, her bottom was pressed so deeply into the
mattress that it left a permanent impression.

"Oh, Henryyyyyyyyyy!" June suddenly cried out, holding her breath as
though she were in pain for a moment or two, and then panting like
the winning racehorce at the Kentucky Derby, the only difference
being that her titties were larger. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh,
fuuuuucccckkkkkk!"

"What's wrong, Granny?" Henry asked, stopping his movements and
releasing her jugs momentarily to make sure she was alright. "Did I
fucking hurt you or something?"

"Oh, fuck no," his grandmother replied, grinning widely from ear to
ear as Henry regripped her sweet milkwagons again and prepared to
commence with his skillful humping. "I think you just did what
Grandpa Ward has never been able to do in 40 years of marriage. You
found my fucking G-spot! Oh, Henry, nobody has ever touched me that
deeply before, baby. It feels like that thing could reach up and into
my stomach, it's so fucking long. But keep fucking, sweetness."

"Uh! Uh! Uh! I'll bet it probably could fucking reach into your
stomach," Henry remarked as the pair of them worked at their task,
their perspiring pelvises smacking together again and again in fleshy
slaps, June's boobs being literally crushed beneath her grandson's
bucking body and by the force of his thrusts inside her vagina with
his exploring penis. "I guess we'll find out, won't we? Oh, Granny,
shit. I just felt the first pre-cum dribble out of my pee wee head.
Oh! Oh! Oh! So I better get to some deep fucking before I fucking
explode! And to think we almost watched A&E instead of this."

"Oh, Henry, it's going so deep!"

"I'll make it go even deeper," Henry pledged, grabbing a pillow from
the top of the bed. When he raised up to prepare for another thrust,
he pulled her up with him and quickly jammed the pillow under his
grandmother's writhing buttocks. "Now I'll show you fucking deep. To
the hilt, baby!" Driving into her forcefully, he could feel the
pressure of his semen as it began to course its way through the inner
tube of his trouser snake, but he tried to distract himself in order
to delay the inevitable for as long as possible. He did not want this
fuck session to end any time soon, nor, he would wager, did she.

"Oh, Henry, your womb raider is knocking at the door of my uterus,
knock knock, fucking knock!" screeched June, her Humper mountaintops
a-bounding, feeling a familiar warmth begin to suffuse her private
parts, spreading the heat outwards until it encompassed her entire
body.

"Well, tell your uterus that Mr. Wee Wee says 'hi,'" Henry choked out
with a smarmy grin, pawing her quivering cans as he jammed his dick
so far and so hard inside of the moaning June Humper that he slid her
pinned to the mattress fanny a couple inches up the bed. "How do you
like that kind of fucking, bitch? Oh, I know how much you like it,
Jumbo Jugs. I'm gonna slam your cunny harder than a fucking screen
door."

"Ohhhhhhh, sweet cock, yesssss!" the elder Humper's plump ass leaping
up and down on the cushion beneath her, her bloated boobs beating
against his body, feeling her boy's magic fuckstick almost opening
her with its astounding girth. "Henry, I think I'm almost
gonna.......I think I'm almost......almost.......ohhhhh, fuck, fuck,
fuck, fuck!"

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" Henry let out his cries in thick bursts of air, her
cantaloupes cushioning their two colliding bodies. Henry knew that he
was almost there.

"I think it's cominggggggggggg!" Henry shouted, feeling the first
riveting bursts of semen from the head of his mushroom-headed warrior
exit his body and splash June's moist insides with its sticky warmth.

"Oh, I can feel it, I can feel it," June moaned, her head rolling
from side to side in her ecstasy as she too felt herself fall over
into the abyss, an abyss of pleasure so exquisite that she didn't
know if she could ever climb back out, or even if she ever wanted to.
Her breasts were still flattened between their two melding bodies,
and the pressure of his chest against hers and the feeling of his
most private part inside of hers made her feel so warm, so secure and
so loved.

"Oh, fuckity fuckity fuck fuck fuck!" she screamed, letting go of her
few inhibitions in a spate of invectives that only served to increase
Henry's ardor, inducing yet more jism out of his cock. "Oh, Henry,
it's splashing! Oh, I think you're flooding me!"

"Ohhhhhhh, fuuuuuuckkkk!" Henry wailed, the sticky semen rushing out
of his wee wee, splashing his tantalizingly tittied granny's insides,
filling her soaking canal with the juices his sex organ
excreted. "Oh, I can't stop coming! I'm shooting like an NRA member
at a fucking firing range! Ohhhhhhhh, yeaaaahhhhh!"

"Oh, fuckity fuckity!" June managed, her own orgasm riveting through
her lush pussy, her boobies jarring and squeaking sweatily together,
nipples rock solid as the tingles flushed through her vaginal tract
like shock waves. "Oh, poopsie, keep pumping until you squirt all
that shit out of your motherfucking wee wee! Empty your ballsies into
me, big fucker! Jizz away, Henry! Jizz, jizz, jizz!"

"Uh, uh, uh!" Henry grunted, continuing his thrusts as the last of
his sticky baby batter trickled from the head of his pecker and into
June as her perspiring puppies squeaked their fucking delight. "Holy
fucking shit, I can't remember ever coming that fucking much before!
Damn, I think I'm going to need a bottle of Gatorade to recover from
this one."

"That was fucking amazing, Henry. Simply amazing," June moaned, the
last rhythmic waves of her vaginal spasms dying away as she fell back
against the bed, her two tits and one vagina temporarily retiring.
The Humper matriarch was exhausted beyond words. "Mmmmmmmmm."

Henry finally felt the last trickle of seminal fluid exit his body,
and with a sigh, pulled himself away from his grandmother, feeling
sated at long last. The extraction of his part from hers created an
audible popping noise that had both of them laughing hysterically,
far beyond what was warranted.

"Tee hee hee, that was fun," June giggled, reaching past her
orbilicious chest and towards the night table for her cigarettes and
Bic lighter.

"It sure was," Henry agreed, flopping down on the sweaty bed beside
his Humper-hootered hussy of a grandmother as she pulled the pillow
from beneath her big round naked ass and tossed it to the floor as
she lit up an unfiltered Camel and blew smoke rings into the air. "I
haven't had a fuck that great since last night. Wink wink."

"You and your insomnia, Henry," June laughed, wiping away a string of
sweat that clung to the ivory sweet cleavage of her jumbo juggernaut
jugs, cleaning between her tits and then each of their pink
protruding nipples and areola. "When you can't sleep, then I can't
sleep. And it's such a coincidence that Mr. Wean always ends up in my
cunny."

"No better place for him to be," laughed Henry, watching as June took
another drag from her cigarette and blew the smoke out of her
nose. "I love you, Jumbo Jugs."

"I love you too, Long Dong. Henry, do you think you could run
downstairs and see if the newspaper's arrived yet? There's something
that I need to check on. Be a dear, won't you?"

"I was kind of hoping to lie here and cuddle for a bit and maybe even
suck on your boobies a little bit," Henry whined, not wanting to
leave her side just yet as he absent-mindedly attempted to palm one
of her beyond basketball-sized hand warmers. "But if it's that
important to you, okay, I'll go."

Rising reluctantly from the bed, Henry grabbed his boxers from the
heap of clothing on the floor and quickly pulled them on over his now
swiftly retreating hard-on before walking out of the room. June could
hear his footsteps as he thumped heavily down the staircase, then
heard the front door open and shut. "I got it!" Henry shouted up the
stairs as he made the trip back to the bedroom.

Henry raced back up the stairs, his softened weanie hanging from the
fly of his boxers and swinging, along with his slightly lightened
balls, up and down and back and forth as he strode confidently back
into a wet dreamscape bedroom full of titties, pussy and ass.

"Oh, my goodness. Will you fucking look at this? The paper says that
tomorrow is going to be exactly the same as today. It looks like
there's not going to be any carnival tomorrow either. The weather
section said that there is a 90% chance of heavy rain with a 75%
chance of thunder storms. Wow. I guess we'll be stuck inside again
all day."

"Is that so?" June said, a naughty gleam in her eye as she snuffed
out her cigarette and sat up in bed, her heavy breasts smacking each
other as she shifted off of her back.

"Yep, heavy rain all day," Henry replied, the sweet view of his nude
titan-honkered granny relaxing on the bed preventing him from
frowning at the news.

"I guess that does leave the carnival out again, Henry," June sighed,
grabbing a pillow, plumping it up and stuffing it under her head and
then massaging the tension out of her tuckered out titters. "What are
we going to do with another rainy day, sweetie?"

"Hell, I don't know," Henry replied, sitting down on the edge of the
bed and mindlessly tweaking one of June's pebbly nipples. "But I'm
sure as shit not playing any more of those stupid board games. They
weren't any fucking fun at all."

"Oh, Henry, I'm sure we can think of a few things to amuse ourselves
with, don't you, sweetheart?" inquired June, reaching out with her
right hand and wrapping it firmly around Henry's jumbo johnson,
moving her hand slowly up and down the shaft of it, all the while
keeping an eye on her grandson's face, enjoying the reactions her
touch and her boobs created. "Don't you agree, Henry?"

"Well, it would sure beat the fuck out of Monopoly," said Henry,
grinning widely, reaching out with both hands to knead and paw at his
grandmother's prodigious chest charms. "And at least we already know
the forecast, so we can make plans."

"Oh, Henry," June cooed, continuing to stroke and fondle his now semi-
tumescent phallus as she shoved her saucy set in his direction like a
tawdry tit-laden temptress and then spread her sexy old legs wide
apart for a reentry. "I say we go ahead and get an early
motherfucking start. What do you say, good fucker?"


THE END