"Wee Wee Camp: Shop Till You Drop"

Starring juggied June Humper and hung Henry Humper in:
"Wee Wee Camp: Shop Till You Drop"
Written by Victor C. Nathan and Chantal Lefleur
Edited by Victor C. Nathan


"What are we going to do today, Nana?" Henry Humper asked his overly
endowed, heavily breasted grandmother, June as he sat at the kitchen
table finishing his glass of orange juice while openly gawking at
June's deep cleavage as seen above the neckline of the robe she wore
and had tied loosely at the waist. "Have you thought of anything for
us to do?"

"As a matter of fact, Henry, I have," June responded, leaning forward
to pour Henry more juice and give him a view right down the front of
her robe at the huge round swells of her twin titans. "I thought we
might go to Kimberly Buxsom's Bra Barn. It's time I went and did a
little bra shopping. I go through a lot of bras trying to keep these
big fuckers of mine restrained, tee hee hee. How does that sound to
you, Henry? That is, unless you think you might get too bored going
bra shopping with your old Granny. It could be fucking deadly damn
dull, I guess."

"Dull, my ass!" Henry snapped, still gaping down the front of June's
loosely tied robe at the rounded roaring huge tops of her ta ta
tittie toppers as the blonde busty beauty cleared several empty
plates from the tabletop. "Your big fucking boobies need fucking
support! You owe those big ol' fuckers a good support system! It's a
solemn duty to capture and contain those motherfucking mountains, and
I mean to be there to make sure you fulfill that sacred vow to your
top-heavy boobahs, Nana! I wouldn't think of letting them down, and
we need to find you a fucking boulder holder that won't let them down
and fucking out either! Hell yeah, we will complete that honorable
mammary mission!"

"Well then, Henry," June continued, her jugs wobbling under the
fabric of her garment as she moved. "You better finish up your
breakfast while I start clearing away the dishes, then we can get
dressed and go."

"Holy fucking shit, Nana. This is better than the lake, the carnival
and our rainy day fun. Hell, it's better than the whole fucking
summer put together!" Henry enthused, picking up his glass again and
downing the juice in one big gulp before grabbing a handful of June's
left breast as she continued to clear the table. "I fucking love bra
shopping. I always go with Mom, and sometimes she even lets me help
her try them on. Yippeeee! I love bra shopping!"

"Then let go of my tittie and go and get dressed," June laughed,
slapping his hand away from her awesome assets playfully. "I'm going
to get dressed too, so hurry up. The sooner we get there, the sooner
we can start having fun."

"Fun, fun, fun, till Nana takes the tee tees away!" Henry sang,
releasing her bustline reluctantly and, having already showered,
coincidentally with his globular-globbed grandmother, he rose to head
towards his bedroom. "Whoooaaaaa! I can't go get dressed when
you....."

"No, you can't, Henry," June giggled, her whoppers wobbling as her
hand grasped. "Cause I've got your cock, big fucker. Mmmmmm!"

"Wowsers!" Henry gasped audibly as the zeppelin-bazoomed 60-year-old
blonde in front of him forcefully gripped the front of his boxers,
her hand closing around the snake that she had forced from the fly of
his shorts. "That's some grip you've got there, old girl."

"Only when I'm gripping something I like, big fella," June Humper
cooed, squeezing his unleashed cock as her bobbly boobies jiggled and
juggled up and down.

"Well, if you're going to play, so am I," Henry laughed, reaching
into June's robe and grabbing at her enormous fleshy funbags, so
large that even his big hands couldn't contain all of her soft flesh.

"Now, Henry," June admonished him, reluctantly letting go of his
jumbo johnson as her rack rippled. "If we don't stop this right now,
we both know where it will end, and we'll never get out of here, tee
hee."

"Yeah, I know, Nana," Henry replied, reluctantly letting go of her
bodacious blouse bunnies. "It usually ends up with you on your back
with your legs around my waist, ha ha. Come to think of it,
maybe..........."

"No, Henry," June said firmly, anticipating the ending of his
sentence. "I really need to get to Ms. Buxsom's shop, so hurry up and
get dressed, you naughty boy. I want to be in the car and on our way
in fifteen minutes. Hmmmmmmmmmm. But on second thought, I guess we
could fit in a quick little humpy though, my sweet little wee wee
bear. I'll tell you what. Be up in my bedroom in ten minutes. I just
need to clear the table and load the dishwasher. A little humpy humpy
never hurt anybody, after all, and plus, the AC is on in there full
blast so we won't get all sweaty and won't have to shower again
afterwards."

"You're right, Granny. A little fucking humpy humpy never hurt
anybody," Henry agreed, flicking a finger against each of her
teatsies as he turned toward the stairs.

"Now get up there on that mattress, Henry, and shuck those boxers off
and get that wee wee of yours pointing right at the ceiling. I want
that big fucker pointing due north when I get up there, Henry Humper!
Understand, wee wee warrior?"

Around thirty minutes later......

"Wow, Nana! That was really fucking spectacular!" Henry told his
buxom and voluptuous grandmother as he rose from the bed and began to
get dressed. "You drained my bodily fluids three times, you sexy
sexagenarian you!"

"And all three times were gushers, Henry," June replied, struggling
to fasten her blouse over the huge swell of her chest that was only
barely restrained by the heavily reinforced fabric of her bra. "Now
get those pants on, good fucker, and let's get going."

Five minutes later, Henry and June were flying down the highway, June
behind the wheel, her large chest sticking out so far in front of her
that she had to adjust the driver's seat by pushing it back a few
inches and still managed to hit her breasts with the steering wheel
every time she moved it to the left or right.

"Ha ha! Those big titties of yours are a driving hazard!" Henry
laughed, gaping at her outcropping orbs that jumped every once in a
while.

"Holy fucking shit!" June whooped gleefully, each breast fleshily
tapping the steering wheel as she maneuvered the car skillfully. "I
mean, three fucking times, baby! Three fucking fucks, sweet fucker!
My cunny is purring with contentment!"

"Well, my wee wee is pretty fucking happy too, Granny," the young
Humper replied smilingly, eyeing her steering wheel squashed sacks of
knocker, having already pulled his penis out of his pants as soon as
he got in the car, his semi-erection swaying laconically with every
bump in the road.

"I'm so happy right now, I could kiss you," June laughed, one of her
hooters pushing hard against the wheel before her.

"Good idea, Nana," Henry agreed, leaning towards her and her chesty
form.

"Not there, baby," June dismissed him, her bomber-sized bazooms
shifting as she moved her view from the road and leaned to plant a
resounding smack of a kiss on the end of his slowly expanding and
crudely naked stalk.

"Mmmmmmmm," Henry moaned, leaning back in the bucket seat of his
grandparents' car, his eyes closed, resting his head against the
headrest as his brain filled with visions of sugartits. "I love it
when you do that, you naughty Nana."

"And I love it too, babycakes," June purred, reluctantly removing her
attention from Henry's big cock and returning it to the road,
laughing as her boobies dimpled against the steering instrument.

"Now you better get that big humpstick of yours put away, baby," she
instructed him at last, pulling her jugs back from the wheel as she
finally located Ms. Buxsom's shop and turned into the parking
lot. "We're here, sweetie."

"Why, June, good morning. So lovely to see you," the red-headed, bust-
laden bombshell Kimberly Buxsom said warmly as the even more bust-
laden June and well-wee weed Henry entered her shop. "Welcome to
Kimberly Buxsom's Bra Barn. And who is this handsome young man with
you, June?"

"So nice to see you, Kimberly," June said with a sincere smile as she
reached out to give the shopkeeper a hug, their two sets of enormous
tits pressing together as they embraced. "This is Hilda's boy, Henry.
Henry, this is Ms. Kimberly Buxsom."

"My goodness, aren't you a handsome one!" Kimberly exclaimed
admiringly, studying Henry's form, her own mammoth bosom jutting out
in front of her like a shelf, creamy white ample cleavage visible at
the scoop neckline of her white blouse, her gorgeous fiery red hair
hanging nearly down to her huge boobs.

"Gosh, Ms. Buxsom, it's great to meet ya," Henry managed, gulping as
he checked out the enormous curves of her two twin honkers, not even
trying to hide his interest. "Gee whiz, you've got some big fucking
puppies! Fuck, but you're heeeeeuge!"

"Hee hee!" the heavily and bountifully endowed Ms. Buxsom tittered at
his forwardness, leaning towards him to give him a better view of her
cleavage. "And according to your Nana, you have a certain
big 'soooomething' yourself, sweetums. I've heard that Junie's little
grandbaby is now sporting quite a package."

"Would ya like to see it?" Henry asked the bra-busting Buxsom
hopefully, fumbling with his fly without even waiting for her
response.

"Henry, sweetie, not now," June smiled indulgently, the stacked
grandparent patting her favorite boy on the shoulder. "Ms. Buxsom is
working, baby."

"Tee hee hee. It's a lovely offer, Henry. It really is," Kimberly
responded, adjusting her jug-holders and looking at his crotch
eagerly. "But your grandmother's right. I'm working right now. But
maybe after work..........."

"Hot damn! You got it!" Henry whooped, reluctant to tear his eyes
away from the store owner's considerable chest charms. "What time
does the store close?"

"Henry, dear," June said, looking disapprovingly in Henry's
direction. "We're here to shop for some new bras for me, sweetie.
We're not here for you to show off your package to the staff. Now let
go of your fly, baby, and help me find some pretty bras. Do you have
anything new in the shop that you think I might like, Kimberly?"

"Oh, June, we've got a lot of new strong tit-supporting brassieres
that just came in," Kimberly Buxsom told her with a smile, adjusting
her own extra strength bra as she did so, making her juggers quiver
as she gave Henry a girlish wink that was drenched with playful
seductiveness. "Check the section back near the changing rooms where
the sign says 'STACKED TO THE CEILING' and you can find our new Cross
Your Honkers brand brassiere. It's for women who are so big, no
ordinary support can do their boobies justice."

"Well, that describes my tits for fucking sure! Tee hee. Thanks,
Kimberly," June said kindly, her K cups swaying as she turned to
explore the store, grabbing her grandson by the front of his pants
and pulling him away to help her. "Come on, Cocksanova. Let's get to
the fucking bra shopping."

"Have fun, kids. And I'll SEE YOU later, package and all, Henry
Humper," Ms. Buxsom told Henry with a smile, snapping a bra strap
noticeably as she gave him a smoldering look.

"Oh, you bet you will!" Henry told her, reluctantly allowing himself
to be pulled away by his charmingly chesty grandmother. "I can hardly
wait!"

"Now, Henry," June cautioned him, leaning in close to his body,
pressing a bulging bazoom into his arm. "We're here to bra shop, not
flirt with the fucking staff, no matter how fucking big their boobs
are. I need some new bras, baby. Now come along. I need your help to
find something to support these big fucking whoppers of mine."

Finally finding the area that she had been directed to by the
proprietor of the store, June carefully looked over the different
kind of bras, inspecting each and every one of them to see if she
thought them capable of supporting her more than mammoth mammaries.

"What do you think of this one, Henry?" she asked him, holding up a
bra with enormous cups for his inspection. "Do you think this one
would hold these big titties of mine up and in, Henry?"

"Which one is that?" Henry asked, his wee wee responding vigorously
to the sight of his busty and bursting at the blouse grandma holding
up a bra with cups deep enough to carry around a couple of fucking
Brunswicks for a bowling tournament.

"Hmmmmm," June paused, her pliable breasts jumping back and forth as
she studied the label. "Wow. Holy fucking shit! This is the
TitTrapper Tooter Hammock model. Gee whiz, it's got some humongous
fucking cups on it, doesn't it, baby?"

"It makes me want to squirt just thinking of you hauling your big ol'
udders into that thing, Granny," the youngster admitted, studying the
cups and then sneakily patting each of June Humper's humps of mam
meat. "But the question is, will that big cavern-cupped fucker fit
your crazy melon-sized cans? It's a big bra, but I don't think some
of these manufacturers know what kind of crazy huge titties they are
dealing with."

"Easy, big fellow," June giggled as he handled her, patting the
obvious bulge in Henry's khaki trousers. "Maybe we should go and see
if it fits."

"Holy fucking shit, can I help you try them on?" Henry asked eagerly,
almost salivating at the thought of helping his behemoth-hootered
Nana try to fit her tantalizingly titanic titties into various big
boulder holders. "Can I, please?"

"Oh, baby, of course you can," June said with a laugh and a naughty
wink, whipping her whopping lumps of femininity out of his hands as
she turned to a nearby display. "Just let me choose a few more so
that you can help me try them all on to see which ones fit the best,
okay, baby?"

"How about this one, Nana?" Henry said, trying to be helpful as he
held up a humongously huge-cupped bra made of sheer black lace. "I
really like this one, cuz if you wore it, your big fucking nips would
show through. Will you try it on, just for me?"

"Oh, baby, you like my big fucking nips, don't you, poopsie? You like
to suck 'em, don't you, my little wee wee bear? Sucky sucky on Nana
like a little itsty bitsy baby. Ohhhhh, big fella, your pants are
bunching out cause of your pee wee pocket rocket wanting Granny's
boom booms. Of course I'll try it on for you and you can lick my nips
through the fabric, Henry," June cooed, petting the lump in his
trousers like a precious pet, her own sizable parts rippling in her
cavern cups as she snatched several other bras from the nearby
displays, knowing how needy her grandbaby and his young cock were in
this moment of horniness.

"Bra shopping. Bra shopping," Henry intoned in almost a trance of
sexual need, pawing her paps and grabbing several more brassieres off
of a nearby shelf. "Ohhhhhhh, Junie, I need." Henry leaned in
unexpectedly and kissed June hard on the lips, mashing her knockers
between the two closely located bodies as his mouth pressed urgently
against hers, both of their mouths opening a bit.

"Ahem!" said Ms. Buxsom, not wanting to intrude on a private
moment. "Would you like to try those on, June?"

"Tee hee hee," June giggled, pulling her mouth reluctantly from
Henry's and drawing her hopping humps of honker away from his
abdomen. "It's okay, Kimberly. Henry and I just can't seem to get
enough of each other lately. We're going steady, you know."

"Um......wow.......that's......lovely," the red-haired and top-heavy
Kimberly Buxsom stuttered, not entirely sure what to say in
response. "Would you like me to take these to the fitting room for
you and help you try them on?"

"No fucking way," Henry interjected immediately, dismissing the
tremendously ta taed shop owner hastily. "I'm going to help her try
them on. Why do you think I came shopping with her? These big pillow
puppies of hers belong to me too, and I'll help her try these things
on, okay?"

"Well.......um.........sure, if you say so," Kimberly stammered
again, reaching past her own tanker-like chest and handing the chosen
bras to June, pointing the way to the fitting rooms. "But June, don't
you think kissing your grandson, I mean, like THAT, is a little
inappropriate. Some people would say maybe even a little gross."

"Oh, Kimberly, I know it looks odd to an outsider," June explained,
boobahs a-jumping as she talked and breathed, Henry drinking in their
movement with his eyes as Ms. Buxsom tried to maintain a normal
expression. "But ever since Henry came to visit at the beginning of
this week, we just realized how much fun we have together. We are so
compatible."

"So since you are compatible, the two of you make out?" Kimberly
asked incredulously, putting the bras in one easy carry bag for June
to take inside the fitting room as her own jubblies did a flashy
fleshy dance inside her top.

"Not just make out. We do a lot of other things too," June told her,
jutting out her watermelon honkers proudly as she spoke. "Ever since
Henry got to the farm, we found out how compatible our parts are too.
I'll suck his big wee wee or he'll suck my big ol' titties. Sometimes
he shoves his dick between my boobs and just squirts his jizz all
over my fucking face. That's when we aren't humping. I mean, Henry
does enjoy burying his boner, after all. We have sex all the time."

"Oh my goodness, June! You and Henry have sex?" Ms. Buxsom responded,
bosoms heaving as she tried to digest the information. "You are
actually saying that you and Henry....um.........do it?"

"Why yes, yes we do," June responded with a giggle, her huge hooters
bobbing and swaying against her chest as she erupted in girlish
laughter. "And all the fucking time, too."

"Oh my," said Ms. Buxsom, her boobs rising with a deep breath as she
blushed to the roots of her red hair as she realized the implications
of June Humper's words. "That is so fucking cool, June. I mean,
really. You have big knockers and Henry has a big package. It's a
match made in heaven, tee hee."

"It really is," June retorted proudly, patting Henry's crotch
affectionately as he simultaneously reached out with both hands to
fondle her mountainous mammaries.

"What a couple," Kimberly muttered, swiveling her hips and shaking
her tossing titties as she walked away slightly jealous that June was
monopolizing this 18-year-old whose wee wee she greatly wanted to see.

"They certainly are!" Henry shouted after her, a hand under each of
his grandma June's zeppelins, pushing them up and down like he was
weighing their mind-blowing girth and diameter in his shaking
hands. "They's some big motherfucking TITTIES right here! Bone ya
later, Kimmy girl!"

"We'll see!" Ms. Buxsom shouted back over her boob-supporting
shoulder with a slight laugh, despite her surprise.

"You wolf!" June scolded her new steady with a snicker, holding the
bag of monstrous bras in one hand and hauling Henry towards the
fitting room with the other by his cock and balls.

"Not so rough, Nana!" he protested, flicking her nearest knocker with
his middle finger.

"Oh, Henry, I thought you liked it rough. You sure did when we were
in bed earlier!"

Their frenzied activity and conversation had already drawn the
attention of several bra shopping customers.

"Well, I never!" June heard one elderly woman sniff, holding her head
in the air as though she had just detected a foul odor. "Tsk! Tsk!
Tsk!"

"Well maybe you should try it sometime, you frigid old busybody,"
June sneered at her, pushing her prodigious chest charms proudly out
in front of her in her ire. "Maybe if you got yourself some young
cock, you wouldn't be so damn uptight!"

With that, June turned on her heel and with Henry still in tow, made
her way to the fitting rooms, her chest still heaving behind the thin
fabric of her blouse as indignation continued to rile her.

"Oh, forget what that old biddy said," Henry told her, glancing at
her globs of engorged boober meat salaciously. "As long as we have
each other, no one else matters, right?"

"Oh, you really are my sweet boy, aren't you, poopsie?" June purred,
opening the door to the closest fitting room and stepping inside,
tits entering first.

The giant-boobed 60-year-old pulled her baby inside by his weiner,
smiling toothily at him as they entered and June swung the door shut
and latched it.

"N-n-now let's get your blouse off!" Henry stammered and exclaimed
jubilantly as the barrel-chested blonde hottie beside him released
his fabric-encased dick at last, after her vice grip of his
shaft. "Off with the clothing, off with the bra!"

"Tee hee. And then on with the bra, sillyass," Mrs. Humper tittered
as she undid the buttons down the front of her 'bursting with boobie'
blouse, grinning seductively at his enthused demeanor.

"Well, can't we fucking linger just a few fucking minutes before we
start stretching and forcing one of these hammock fuckers over your
fucking funbags?" he asked her, touching and feeling her shaking
sweat glands as she dropped her blouse and then her monstrous bra to
the floor. "I mean, since your bra is fucking off, can't you wait
just a few minutes before we try to get another one of the fuckers on
your jugs?"

"Henry, sweetie," June cooed, smiling affectionately at her
daughter's well endowed male child as he fondled her gloriously naked
jubblies. "If I let you play with Nana's ta tas now, we'll be here
all fucking day. Don't you think we should just get these bras tried
on and get out of here?"

"If I can't play, I'm not going to help you try them on," Henry
pouted, a sullen expression on his face as he played with her
powerfully heavy pappies. "You know your big bazoombas drive me
crazy. How am I just supposed to see 'em and not touch 'em?"

"Oh, Henry," June laughed, reaching out and stroking the side of
Henry's face with the back of her hand as he explored the surface of
both of her mounds of skin. "I'm sorry, baby. If you want to play for
a minute, you go right ahead. I was thoughtless. Forgive me?"

"Oh, hell yeah!" Henry shouted, leaning down with open mouth and
managing to capture one of her pert nipples in his lips while he
fondled her other breast with his hands, kneading it, squeezing it
and occasionally tweaking its nipple playfully between his thumb and
index finger.

"Oh, you big baby! Wowweeeeeeee weeeeeeeee weeeeeeee, wee wee! That
fucking tickles, you tittie-sucking son of a bitch! Ohhhhhhhh!" June
shrieked as Henry manhandled her juggernaut jaunts of juggedness as
he drew on her nipple and areola with enough force to convince her
jiggling udders to give milk. June was sad at this moment that she
had none to give this little eager beaver of a breastfeeding boy.

"Mmmmmpppphhhh!" her grandson grunted, mouth full of an erect fucking
nip and as much of the skin of her boob as he could pull into his
oral cavity.

"Suuuuccckkkk me, fucker! SUCK ME! YES, SUCK, SUCK! SUCK MY TITTIE!
HARDER! SUCK ME HARDER, GOOD SUCKER! OOOOOO! YEEEESSSS!" the tittie
matriarch screamed in a voice that sounded as if she were being
tortured by some mammary-loving megalomaniac.

"June! Henry!" came Kimberly Buxsom's voice as she poked her head
into the fitting room. "We can hear the two of you all over the damn
store! Customers are asking what the heck is going on in here. You
are going to have to keep it down. I mean, really!" And with that,
the proprietor of the Bra Barn gave Henry and June a withering look
and withdrew once again.

"Holy shit, what a wet blanket," June sighed, reluctantly pushing
Henry away from her breasts and drying her elongated nipple with a
corner of her discarded blouse. "Oh well, I guess we had better get
on with the job at hand, Henry. Which one should I try on first?"

"How about this one?" Henry asked, holding up a pretty pink brassiere
that looked fairly well constructed and reinforced in all the
important spots. "This one looks as though it could tame your big
honkers, Nana."

"Alright, Henry. Pass it here," June said, grabbing her breasts and
hoisting them up in front of her before the full length mirror. "I
think I may have to sort of hold my big titties up while you try and
get the bra fastened around my chest. Think you can handle that,
Henry?"

"Well, yeah, I can," Henry responded, looking somewhat crestfallen as
he gazed at his new steady girlfriend's bulged out breasts with
lovesickness in his eyes. "But I'd really prefer to be the one
holding your big boom booms up."

"Henry, please, can't we do it my way? Please, sweetie?"

"Oh, all right," Henry sighed, unable to pull his gaze away from the
enormous breasts resting in his grandmother's small hands. "I guess I
can."

With June holding her boobies up and in, out of the way, Henry stood
behind June and reached his arms around her, grasping the bra in his
left hand. Passing one end of it to his other hand, he grappled with
it, pulling on it as hard as he could to try and get the two ends to
meet behind his grandmother's back, as she tried to ease her gigantic
jugs into the formidable cups.

"I've nearly got it!" Henry yelled triumphantly, pulling the fabric
ends together and biting his tongue at the effort it took to hold the
ends together and fasten the hooks and eyes with the flood of
Granny's hooters straining against the fabric. "There, I think I've
got it! What do you think?"

"Wow, it sure does look pretty, doesn't it, sweetie?" June asked him,
observing herself from all angles in the mirrors, her awesome orbs
jutting out in a superbly swollen way. "See, it seems to be holding
them! I wonder if I can push my titties way out in front in this one.
That's the real test."

"Stick 'em out, Nana!" Henry urged, almost salivating at the thought
of seeing her fucking crazy shelf of a bosom jutting insanely
forward. "Stick 'em way the fuck out." June took a deep breath, and
inhaling slowly, pushed her chest out about as far as she could make
it go, her large, overripe melons straining the fabric of the bra she
wore.

"Eureka, I think we've found it!" Just when June was convinced that
their shopping expedition had been a success on the first try, the
fitting room was filled with the sound of fabric rending. "Uh oh,"
was all June could utter as suddenly the fabric of the bra gave way,
splitting on both sides simultaneously, flying off of her body at
high velocity until it struck the fitting room mirror violently,
leaving the large mirror with a crack that extended diagonally from
top to bottom.

"Holy fucking shit, it's a projectile!" June shrieked, horrified at
first and then dissolving into hysterical laughter as she beheld her
newly nude and always shaking tooters once again free and liberated.

"Tee hee hee, Henry," she giggled, her breasts bouncing and jouncing
wildly on her chest, swinging from side to side and slapping together
noisily as they met again. "I guess we need something a little
heavier duty."

"I would fucking say so!" Henry whooped, used to dealing with the
sheer sweet monstrosity of her two fleshy bazooms, but still shocked
at the pure power of June's boobies to blast a fucking brassiere
across the fitting room. "I can't fucking believe how hard your tits
shot that fucking knocker-hugger into the fucking mirror! Holy
motherfucking shit! Wow!"

"Oh, they're powerful, baby," June assured him, her naked wobblers
dancing up and down weightily at her grandbaby as she grabbed his
still surprisingly zipped-up crotch area on his pants. "These fuckers
can knock the fuck out of ya, sweet thing."

"Wowsers!" Henry cried out, palming her basketballs insufficiently as
his mouth watered. "These fucking juggers are fucking scary when they
get loose!"

"Unhand them sumbitches and help me try to pop on a few more
boobiebags, good fucker."

"Alright, Granny," Henry whined, indicating his groin region as he
let go of her dough-like K-cupped supercantaloupes as they sashayed
and shook heavily but firmly. "But, oh fuck, you've got my wee wee so
hard it's about to rip my pants."

"Well, we'll deal with that pants-rippin' cock of yours when I
finally find a boulder holder that my boobies don't rip through.
Okay, fucker?" June reassuringly petted his bulge like a child at a
petting zoo, grinning at his eagerness to whip his dick out for her
as she wiggled and wobbled in her monumental breast region.

"Here's one for ya, Nana Knockers," the horny young tittie-lover
informed her eagerly as he fished out another strong well-supported
brassiere for her lush, naked, white and udderly orbular humps of
freely flailing, but lovely fatty tissue.

"Thanks, baby," June said, her huge hooters still swinging. "This one
has a front closure, so how about this time you hold my titties
together while I fasten it. Think you can do that, sweetie?"

"Well, holy fucking shit yeah!" Henry shouted, oblivious to the fact
that they were still in a fitting room in a public store, just
itching to get his hands back athwart her ample teatsies. "What
should I do? Just hold 'em up?"

"Hold them up and together, baby. Yes, that's it," June instructed
him as Henry eagerly grabbed on to her sauntering, fleshy funbags and
pressed them firmly together while June struggled to get the bra on
and bring the two ends together to fasten at her cleavage. "A little
tighter, Henry. I can't quite get the ends together. Yeah, that's it!
Okay, I have it done up."

"Holy shit, your big titties are really overflowing this one, Nana,"
Henry laughed. "I think there's more tittie overflowing the cup than
in it."

"Fuck! I'm squeezing out of this fucking thing, baby! It's like
trying to fit a fucking watermelon into a fucking orange peeling!
Look at me!" June yelled out, her creamy white boobie flesh oozing
tightly out of the tops of the bra cups like a Victorian set of
knockers in a suffocating corset.

"Oh, I'm looking!" Henry exclaimed, touching the excess overflowing
flesh with his fingers, trying to playfully push it adroitly into the
undersized cups. "All this tittie ain't gonna fit in that little
thing. Well, I guess we ought to make the most of a bad situation."
Henry Humper leaned his head close to her squashed tit tops, extended
his tongue and rapidly moved his face in a horizontal direction,
licking the bare exposed tops of her boobs with a noisy
slurp. "Mmmmmm. That's some tasty tit right there. And sweaty too, so
a nice taste of salt."

"Henry, this isn't helping, tee hee," June laughed, putting a finger
to Henry's forehead and pushing him away from her grandmotherly
mountains. "I need to find a bra that fits, baby. Look at this one.
I'm hanging out all over the fucking place."

"I could try pushing it a little harder, Nana," Henry offered
hopefully, tapping the skin peeping out of the left cup with his
index finger as he chuckled. "But I have to admit, there does seem to
be wayyyyyyyyyy too much tittie there to fit in those cups."

After trying on two more bras with absolutely no luck in finding one
that fit, June was becoming increasingly agitated.

"Why on earth do they call this a fucking fitting room if nothing
fits?" she asked rhetorically, throwing down the lastest attempt in a
fit of ire, leaving herself bare from the waist up, jugs exposed.

"I'm sorry, Nana," Henry said softly, seeing the aggravation in his
grandmother's demeanor, actually ignoring her two biggest parts for
the first time all day. "I'm sorry you haven't found one that fits,
Nana. I really am."

"Well, Henry," busty and topless June Humper huskily swooned, moving
closer to her grandson, boobs jarring visibly, placing a hand once
again atop the crotch of his pants, her small fingers closing around
his swollen sexual playtoy. "But there is still one thing in this
fitting room that fits pretty well."

Several minutes later......

"Ohhhhhhh, shit, good fucker! Now that's a good fit right there!"
June cried, her titan tits smacking together as Henry held her legs
straight up in the air, gripping both of them firmly at the ankles.

"Ohhhhhh, Nana, this thing is pre-fitted!" Henry cried out in
pleasure, his body and groin maneuvered into position between her
parted thighs as he pumped his penis in and out of her snug
slot. "Ohhhhhh, you feel good, Granny. Ooooooo, my cock is fittin' in
here just spectacularly."

"Oh, baby, like a hand in a glove," June moaned, boobies leaping
wildly on her chest as Henry pumped, driving himself deeply inside
her. "We fit together like a fucking banana skin on a banana."

"Uh! Uh! Uh!" Henry grunted, both of them breathing heavily as the
thrusting continued with June wrapping her legs firmly around Henry's
waist and locking her ankles together behind his back. "Oh, Nana, you
sexy grandson humper you! Oh, fuck!"

Without missing a beat, Henry grabbed both of June's bobbling and
wobbling boobahs with both of his hands, squeezing and kneading them
until June was having to bite her tongue to keep from screaming out
loud.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, fuck me, good humper!" she wailed, her head moving
from side to side as her libido rose to a feverish pitch, a pitch
that matched the pitching of her super-duper sweat glands. "Wee wee
me, you horny little Nana fucker!"

"We are fitted to perfection," Henry stated calmly amidst the in and
out pumping of his wee wee that resided within her vagina, his
plunges making her naked titties leap and dance upon her chest as he
humped harder and harder at the waist. "And here's the money shot,
Jumbo Jugs."

Henry shoved his penis as far as he could into the wildly copulating
melon-bosomed grandmother's wet tunnel and held it firmly as he felt
the first heavenly blast from his loins.

"Come on, baby! Squirt me good!" the elder Humper coaxed, giant jugs
popping her in the face as she felt his wetness moisten her
insides. "Squirt it all in there, lover! Squirt all your sticky pee
pee in there, Henry, cause I'm almost there, horsecock! Don't get
fucking stingy with the sticky shit, love!"

"Oh, I'm pumping the sticky shit right into you, Junie!"

"June, Henry," came Kimberly Buxsom's voice from the other side of
the door. "I was just wondering how things are coming in there. Does
everything fit, June?"

"Oh, Kimberly, everything fits just fine," June giggled, still
writhing on the floor as the last of Henry's semen flooded her
vagina. "Just a perfect fit, tee hee."

Finally spent, Henry collapsed in exhaustion, his body on top of
June's, pressing her gigantic globes flatly against her chest.

"Ohhhhhh, that felt so good to my wee wee," Henry moaned, not sure he
could move from his current position, nor if he even wanted to. "Holy
fucking shit! That one was fanfuckingtastic!"

"Oh, baby," cooed June, stroking the back of Henry's head with her
hand as her squashed honkers splayed outward as they flattened. "I
love it when you get all romantic with me and shit. But come on, we
better get up. I need to find a fucking bra that fits before this
store closes!"

"Awwwww. But that means I've gotta pull out of you," Henry whined,
touching her now sweating ta tas as he still held his penis
unflinchingly inside of her vagina. "I don't want to do that, Granny.
It still feels too good in there."

"I know it does, sweetie," June agreed, her massaged mammaries now
gushing sweat as her tingling slot still held his manhood like an
accommodating holster of love as she reached up and sweetly ran her
index finger through his pubic hair that was touching her own nether
region. "But you've got to pull Mr. Wee Wee out of me, Henry. I need
to find a bra and if your cock is stuck in there, it does make it a
bit harder to stand up and squeeze on a couple more boobbags. Baby,
as much as it pains me to say it, I think you're going to have to
pull your pee wee out."

"Awww, but......"

"Don't you 'but' me, Henry Humper," June said with a faux sternness
on her face and in her voice. "I don't want to be in this fitting
room all fucking day only to go home without a fucking boobie holder
that can hold these big fucking jugs of mine up and in. Now please,
Henry. Pull it out!"

"Oh, all right," Henry said at last, agreeing to do as he was told,
but not at all happy about it, his cock enjoying its current
location. "I just don't see what the big rush is though."

Raising himself up from his position atop his sweaty-boobed
grandmother, Henry slowly pulled his male organ from June's cunny
sheath, causing a gush of bodily fluids to exit her vagina and pool
on the fitting room floor.

"Tee hee hee," giggled June. "I'll have to tell Kimberly that she has
a clean-up in fitting room four. Now help me up, Henry. That's a boy."

Both of them were naked now, June's nakedness most impressive with
her bare beach ball bazooms and her narrow waist and big round
fanny. "Holy shit, but that was a good one!" Henry gasped, staring at
her jugs out of his peripheral vision as he reached for his boxer
shorts.

"Fuck, Henry!" June said with surprise as she stood, knockers beating
back and forth, smacking her arms and then her chin as she glanced at
the slowly shrinking organ that dangled between Henry's legs. "You
can't put that wee wee back in your shorts yet, big fucker! It's all
sticky and shit! Let me clean it off for you first! Just don't go
getting another hard-on on me, baby, because I AM NOT taking care of
it again right now! We have boobbags to sample!"

June Humper knelt, heavy-honkered and titter-laden, between his legs,
reaching and raising the stalk of his sex organ up to clean for him
before he housed his snake back inside its home. Taking his slowly
waning erection into her mouth, June lapped at the semen that still
clung precariously to his stalk, tonguing him until she had removed
all outward appearances of their encounter.

"Awww, come on, Nana! No fucking fair!" Henry whined, pouting like a
petulant two-year-old as her knockers moved. "You put my fucking wee
wee in your mouth and tell me not to get a hard-on? Are you fucking
kidding me?"

Letting it slip from her mouth, June smiled sweetly up at Henry and
patted his wee wee as she spoke, accidentally nudging herself in the
tits. "I'll take care of it later, Henry. You have my word. But for
right now, we have to get you back in your clothes, and I have to
find a fucking boulder holder for these titanic titties of mine. Now
get dressed, okay?"

"Cockteasing bitch," Henry muttered under his breath as he put on his
boxers, almost ripping them as he did so, in his anger and annoyance
at his stacked relative. "Won't even let me jizz in her mouth."

"I heard that, Henry Humper!" June said, trying to stifle her
laughter as she put her panties back on, leaving her terrific titsies
obviously naked and unfettered for the bra-fitting task at
hand. "Baby, I'll let you jizz in my mouth later. In fact, when we
get home, you can jizz in my mouth as many times as you want to. I'll
suck your wee wee like it's going out of style then. You can squirt
on my tonsils, my teeth, my tongue. Whatever the fuck you want to do,
baby. You can jizz down my throat until it's sore, poopsie. Okay? But
right now we need to get a bra for my boobahs. Don't you want Nana to
have a nice home for her bouncy boobahs, Henry?"

"Yeah, I guess so," Henry grunted at last, touching her upper body
bulges again and sliding on his pants. "But I'm gonna take you up on
that jizz promise for sure."

"It seems there's only one bra left to try on, Henry," said June,
sighing deeply, her breasts bouncing provocatively as she inhaled and
exhaled. "It's the one you liked, poopsie. The see-through lacy
number. Gosh, I hope this one fits. My big bouncing boobies are
getting sore from trying all this shit on."

"Here, let me help," Henry offered, his irritation at his chestily
endowed mother's even more endowed mother forgotten for the
moment. "You hold your titties together and I'll fasten it, okay?
Ready?"

"Ready," June answered him, grabbing her giant udders in both hands
and holding them in and up while Henry reached around her.

"Holy shit, it's really hard to pull these two ends together, Nana,"
Henry told her, grunting as he strained to tug at the two ends of the
fabric and fit the hooks into the eyes, the mountains of her mams
inhibiting him immensely. "Do you mind if I put my foot on your
backside for leverage?"

"Go ahead, Henry. Whatever the fuck it takes," June grunted as her
grandson pushed his bare foot against the small of her back while she
tried to force her whopping zeppelins as far together as they would
go. "Owwwww! It hurts! Try to hook that fucker up now, baby! Hurry
up! My old honkers can't take much more of this mashing and
squashing! Do that fucker up, Henry!"

"Al....most got it," Henry stammered, bracing himself as he pushed
against her with his foot, smiling at the insanity of their boobie
endeavor as he tried with all his might to connect the hooks and eyes
on this, his favorite of all the brassieres his top-heavy granny had
sampled so far. "How are your titties holding out?"

"They are fucking hurting like a fucking bitch is how they are
fucking holding out!" June cursed through clenched teeth as she
jammed her two mounds of skin hard together.

"I've.........nearly...........got............it," Henry managed to
get out between teeth clenched tightly together as he pulled the two
ends together using all of his strength. "One eye.........two
eyes.........three........got it!"

"Oh, Henry, finally," June sighed in relief, feeling her titanic
titties now snug inside their cuply homes. "I didn't think I could
hold these things up and in much longer. Now let me look in the
mirror. Holy shit, Henry! Look at that! I think we've got it! It
fits, it fits!"

Standing before the mirror, June stared at the sight before her,
turning occasionally to see herself and her former moundly milk-
makers from all angles.

"It fucking fits, Henry!" she cried out, a tear forming in the corner
of her eye as she smiled at the restrained sight of her 60-year-old
boobs. "I am so happy. It fucking fits!"

"And it looks fucking spectacular on you, Granny," Henry said
truthfully and sincerely, patting her cupped breasts with more pure
affection than with the usual lust he exhibited. "Wow, I can see your
nipples through the fabric and everything. I love it!"

"Now I can just grab a couple more of the same size off the rack and
we are out of here, baby," June told him, cooing and then giggling as
she shook her now bra-encased boobs in his direction. "But I had an
idea first. Why don't I celebrate this bra by giving my first blow
job in it."

"You mean?" Henry gulped, eyeing her supported sacks of perfection
with much lust this time.

"Oh, I mean," June told him, shaking her moneymaking boom booms again
for emphasis. "You can squirt some of that jizz that I promised you
could. Undo the front of your pants, poopsie. I want to break this
bra in good and fucking proper."

"Now I get to jizz in your mouth!"

"And on my tonsils, my teeth, my tongue and down my throat.
Yippppeeeeeeeeeee!"

"Till it's sore, naughty Nana. I'm taking you up on that jizz promise
right now."

Less than forty-five minutes later......

"Holy fucking shit! I can't remember the last time I jizzed that
much!" Henry told his fellatio-giving, globe-gazongaed grandmother as
he rearranged his clothing, doing up the front of his pants and
preparing to leave the fitting room. "I doubt you'll be needing any
dinner tonight, Nana. Ha ha ha. I came so many fucking times, I think
I need to drink about a gallon of Gatorade. Six washes in forty-five
minutes has got to be some kind of fucking record."

"Here you fucking go, Mrs. Humper," the female sales clerk, who also
had big breasts, said sweetly, handing June her credit card and the
bag containing her purchases. "Thank you for fucking shopping at
Kimberly Buxsom's Bra Barn. We're fucking happy as fucking shit to
have your fucking service."

"I'm very fucking pleased with my fucking new fucking bras,
sweetheart. Fucking thank you. They will fucking keep these big
fucking tittie bombs of mine fucking high and fucking proud, I'm
fucking sure," June told the eager and stacked sales clerk, patting
her own lumbering titties proudly as she spoke. "And thanks,
Kimberly, for all your help."

"It was my pleasure," the beautiful and bodacious Ms. Buxsom told
June, smiling widely while sneaking a surreptitious glance at Henry's
crotch. "Please, do come again."

"Oh, Kimberly, if you're trying to see a bulge in Henry's pants, you
won't see much more than his sheer length. I think I just about
sucked all the hardness out of that big wee wee of his in the fitting
room," June informed the buxom red-haired Ms. Buxsom as she reached
for her bags, her own set of chestly bags shaking as she did so. "I
mean, I just sucked him off six times in a row. It was a jizz
promise, after all."

"Well, Henry," Kimberly told him, leaning forward to let him see her
huge bulges and abundant cleavage clearly as she placed a slip of
paper in Henry's hand. "When your 'wee wee' has revived and your sack
is full again, give me a call, sweetness. I just might have a few fun
uses for that 'package' of yours some afternoon. What do you say?"

"Sure, Kim," Henry retorted brightly, taking the paper with her
number and then tweaking one of her breasts through her blouse. "That
is, if ol' Granny here isn't too busy with my 'package.'"

"Don't forget to call me, Henry," Kimberly said, gazing at Henry
salaciously, her acres of cleavage right beneath his face. "But if my
husband answers, just use a Southern accent and ask for the steak and
shrimp special, okay? For some reason he's really touchy about my
fondness for young cock, you know?"

"I'll call, don't you worry," Henry replied with a wide, toothy grin
as he slipped the ebulliently-uddered entrepreneur's phone number
into his pants pocket. "I promise."

"Oh, by the way, Kimberly," June said, suddenly remembering she had
something to tell her. "You might want to take a mop into fitting
room four, tee hee. I think there's enough baby batter in there to
inseminate half the state! Ha ha. Ta ta for now!"

Later that evening......

"Ohhhhhhhhh, Heeeeeeeenrrrrryyyy! Wheeeeeeeerrre are yoooooou?" June
Humper swooned, stepping out of the bathroom, her panties discarded
as she stretched the thick fabric of Henry's beloved football
letterman-like jacket around the globes of her tottering gazongas,
doing up the buttons with a little bit of difficulty. This was, to
her precious twelve-inch-wee weed grandbaby, the jacket that had
begun their agreement to go steady, dating-wise and mostly sex-wise,
though both knew that an occasional hump on the side had never really
hurt anybody. The 18-year-old well-hung youngster and his 60-year-old
large-boobed grandmother had made something of a commitment. "Where
are you, snookums? Henry, lover!"

"I'm in here, Granny dearest!" Henry answered at last. "I'm in my
bedroom, resting a bit!"

"Oh, sweetiekins, no more resting," June cooed, strutting down the
hall towards Henry's bedroom, her oversized, overripe melons bouncing
with every step, swinging back and forth against her chest and
bounding in an up and down direction at the same time. "I am going to
wear you out, good fucker. And wear your big fucker out as well, tee
hee hee. Here comes your horny Nana, baby. Get ready. Get set. Here I
am! No more talk of rest, snookums. Nana wants to see your little wee
wee soldier standing at attention."

Walking over to the bed, wiggling all the way, June took Henry's
flaccid stalk in her hands and leaned down, planting a sweet kiss on
his pink warrior crown, leaving an imprint of her lips in bright red
lipstick.

"Come on, Mr. Wee Wee. You can stand up one more time for Naughty
Nana, can't you? Oh, yeah, baby."

"Oh, shit," Henry managed as this busty minx, adorned only in his
football jacket, toyed around playfully with his dormant
cock. "Seeing you, especially your boobs, in that football jacket,
turns me on something fierce, Granny."

"Well, what are you going to do about it, stud," June breathed,
leaning her body and her overwrought, jacket-encompassed set of
jubblies against Henry's body, whispering into his ear. "What the
fuck are you going to do about it, big fucker?"

Minutes later......

"Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh! Oh, yes! Fill me in good, poopsie!" the
protruding-boobied Humper begged, her legs resting on Henry's
shoulders and her thighs apart and open for entry.

"Uhhhhh! Uhhhhh! I'm filling in the empty spaces, lover girl! Junie's
pussy's got a stiff one and a young one in it! And this time I don't
care what you say! I'm not taking it out!"

"Oh, baby, but you have to take it out....and put it in.....and take
it out....... That's the way this sex thing works, good fucker," June
laughed, placing her widely splayed legs over Henry's
shoulders. "Ahhh, that's the way, sweet boy. In and out, in and out."

Henry thrust into June's willing honeypot with a vengeance, no longer
any thoughts of rest residing in his mind. These were the moments he
lived for. June and himself, locked together in carnal bliss, like
two feral animals in heat.

"Oh, fuck me, baby, fuck me!" June squealed, raising her pelvis with
every thrust in order to feel Henry's biggest part in her deepest
recesses. "Oh, do me, good fucker, do me! Make your big fucker squirt
in me! Fill me up with your hot jizz, sweetiepie."

Henry continued to pummel her pussy, pounding into her relentlessly,
pausing only momentarily to fumble for a grip on her bouncing boobahs
with his mouth, capturing one of her pert, pink nipples between his
teeth and biting down hard enough to elicit a whimper from between
her pouty lips. Henry quickly removed his lips from her balloon
bazoom and raised his head, kissing June hard, but sweetly on the
mouth, as he worked his penis inside her.

And it wasn't long before both Henry and June's sex eclipsed into
almost simultaneous orgasms that racked both of their bodies, as well
as causing June's rack to fucking bounce around again. Yes, these
were their days of wine and roses. These were the sensual, shimmering
dream-like days that Henry and his chesty grandmother would forever
remember. Laughing, fondling, sucking and frolicking there within the
sheets, lips and boobies and hands and wee wees and vaginas all
becoming one in the ecstasy of love shared by the most unlikely of
couples. It was surely their oversized parts that brought them
together the first time. But it was the magical humparific sex that
ensued which assured them that, without a doubt, wee wee camp would
be an endless eternal summer of bliss, ended by no one or nothing and
living forever in the connection they both found, not only within
their private parts, but also within their loving hearts.


THE END