Meet The Humpers proudly present a story from the Humper Family Future!
Starring lactating L-cup milky mammoth-mammaried mother Hilda Humper and her
sixteen-year-old son with the fifteen-inch penis Hardy Humper in:
"Tittie Baby: Part One"
Written by Victor C. Nathan and Dr. Mojo
Edited by Victor C. Nathan
"Damn, it's hotter than tittie outside!" sixteen-year-old Hardy Humper remarked
to himself as he trudged into the house, wearing a white t-shirt that was now
soaked with sweat after mowing the Humper's spacious lawn that surrounded their
beautiful house located, ironically enough, on 1069 Sex Drive. The handsome
young Humper wore a pair of grey running shorts and Adidas running shoes as he
entered the living room. His brown hair swept over his eyebrows and sweat
glistened on his forehead as he headed to the kitchen, thirsty and somewhat
fatigued from his chores. "Man, some milk would sure hit the spot right about
now."
Hardy, his oversized Humper wiener swinging back and forth inside his specially
cut underwear, made his way to the refrigerator to grab a carton of 2% to sate
his unrelenting thirst, rather than tending to the ever present hunger emanating
from the superhuman-sized organ residing inside his drawers, the organ that
brought so much fun to the boob owners living under the same roof with him.
Hardy Humper was an athletic boy, a runner, unlike his brother Harvey, who
preferred weights to tone his body. Both boys also engaged in frequent mattress
workouts with the Humper women, plowing their pink feminine crevices with their
truly impressive wee wees, their veiny fifteen-inch fucksticks standing in sharp
contrast to the modest size of the rest of their bodies.
"Motherfuck!" Hardy cursed as he reached reflexively inside the cool fridge,
feeling a blast of chilly air hit his sweaty form, but finding a carton that had
been emptied, but still returned to its place upon the shelf anyway. "I hate it
when Honey drinks all the milk and doesn't throw the carton away! Damn it, that
little butterball eats and drinks up everything in sight! But man, she does give
some rockin' head to my wee wee though! And her boobers just get huger and
huger!"
Hardy's annoyance took a momentary respite as he chuckled to himself and thought
about his sister Honey's appetite for sucking cock, which rivaled only their
equally busty and whorish aunt Harriet among the Humper clan. Honey had
developed quite the oral fixation during her adolescence, which resulted in both
her sweet tooth and her natural blowjob-giving abilities, two obsessions of hers
that the Humper men often liked to combine at home for their own benefit. Harvey
was particularly fond of serving Honey what the family referred to as a "Humper
banana split", which consisted of Harvey masturbating his cock to its full
fifteen-inch glory, coating it with whipped cream and sprinkles, and then
serving it up directly into Honey's mouth. Although she performed regular
fellatio on her father and both brothers, Hardy was closest to Honey in both
brotherly and carnal affection, so Harvey sometimes had to go to special lengths
to coax one of her famous blow jobs out of his dessert-loving sister.
Remembering his thirst, Hardy snapped out of his lustful trip down memory lane
and headed upstairs to his mother's room, hoping that the top-heavy Humper
matriarch could satisfy his unquenched thirst with some milk straight from the
source, her gigantic triple-L-cupped whoppers of mammary meat. For Hilda was
still nursing her loving children into their teenaged years, a Humper tradition
that she had originally practiced with her first son Henry, who was now her
husband and father to her younger brood of children. In all, Hilda had spent 32
years of her life nursing children from her titanic towers of titmeat, an
arrangement which had provided her with unrivaled joy and pleasure, both
motherly and carnal. As each of her male children, beginning with Henry, had
reached the age at which Hilda began taking them as one of her many lovers, she
sometimes liked to incorporate breastfeeding into their foreplay, the sensations
in her nipples providing ecstatic pre-coital stimulation.
"Mommy! Moooommmmmeeeeeeeeeeee!" young Hardy bellowed in his whining momma's boy
voice as he felt his penis grow as fast as someone might stretch out a Slinky as
he thought of Hilda's milk-engorged glands, now so full, bloated and almost
bursting from the overflow of her lactose cargo that they had jumped up another
cup size, rivaling an L-cupped behemoth of boobery. "I'm thirsty, Mommy! You got
anything for me?"
Hardy's running shorts were almost ready to tear at the crotch from the fifteen
insane fucking inches of his tent pole cockmeat as it jutted out so obscenely
and cartoonishly that it was getting to be painful to his protracted pee pee
utensil. He reached for the door without knocking as he heard his mother reply
from behind the door: "Of course I do, pee wee boy. Come on in!"
Hardy pushed the door slowly open, his lumbering wee wee bulge leading the way,
and Hilda spotted the massive protuberance of his crotch area before the rest of
him as he turned the corner and saw his blonde 54-year-old sitting on her bed,
reading a biography of Norman Rockwell and wearing a lime green elegantly cut
and thickly strapped massively cupped underwire nursing bra, which, for what it
personified - motherhood, titsucking for babies - was surprisingly elegant and
sexy. The cups were absolutely gargantuan in their scope and size, but they
still allowed tons and tons of cleavage to peek happily from the tops of their
zippable openings. "Ohhhhh, Hardy, my hardy-dicky one! My, oh my, just look at
those shorts, Mommy boy! Mmmmmm, you fill those fuckers out so fuckin' sweet!"
"Thanks, Mommy!" Harvey answered cheerfully, beaming with pride at his mother's
compliment of his oversized manhood. "That custom underwear you bought me at
Kim's Bra Barn really helps my big ol' wee wee breathe. I swear I must have torn
through twenty pairs of normal briefs by the time you finally took Harvey and me
there for a fitting. I normally hate shopping but you managed to make it a real
pleasure!" he added with a wink, leaving out the full lascivious details of that
fateful trip which had provided the young man with a couple of orgasms in the
fitting room as well as vivid memories for future masturbation sessions. His
penis swelled another inch, both from his recollection of the naughty shopping
trip and the sight before him, his gorgeous and impossibly stacked 54-year-old
mother, her blonde hair pulled back in a loose ponytail and her boner-inducing
body lying nubile on the master bed of the Humper household - a piece that was
the marriage bed of her son and husband Henry, but also frequently occupied by
Hilda and one of her many additional lovers, among whom her son Hardy was
counted.
"Tee hee! That was one fuck of a shopping trip, wasn't it, baby?" Hilda recalled
with a laugh, not sharing her son's hesitation at detailing the event. "Kimmy
told me you boys needed to be at full mast for a proper fitting and she wasn't
sure if that could be accomplished in the store, at least out on the floor in
front of the elderly biddies trying to buy boob bags for their sagging old tits.
Talk about a boner-killer! Tee hee hee! I just laughed and told her to give me
two minutes alone with you two in the changing room and I'd have those cocks
ready to hoist Old Glory! Ha ha ha! And I did too! I ran it up the flag pole to
see if anyone would salute it! That boner you popped was hard enough to swing
from! Tee hee!" Grabbing her young boys by the crotch and leading them into the
fitting area, she had expertly pulled their pants and shorts down with a
practiced urgency and proceeded to stroke them with the vigor of a colonial
butter churner. Ironically, Hilda's skillful stroking quickly brought both boys
to a vigorous spit-up, making them soft again and delaying the fitting by
another ten minutes. "Of course, in my haste I had forgotten what eager beavers
you teenage boys can be, although it did give me a nice double facial for my
trouble! Tee hee! Thank God for small, errrrr, I mean, large fucking favors!"
And what a member it was. All fifteen inches of the telephone pole phallus
stretched his grey running shorts almost until the fabric was at its breaking
point. The blonde lovely Humper milk maid loved her son Hardy's penis with its
glossy baseball-sized mushroom head and its one-foot-three-inch length and a
thickness many inches around that made its girth jaw-dropping. Her relationship
with him, more nurturing in general than the one she had with Harvey, made her
consider Hardy's wee wee much like her own baby and she often told him she
considered his private parts 'her baby' to be taken care of. And she did, often
just rubbing it on her face or her areolas and breastmeat or she would work her
hands over every delicious inch of him, cooing and making over his monster of a
cock like a newborn, stroking his staff of gristle and then playing with his
gigantic set of balls, weighing and caressing and pulling on his overloaded sack
to show her love for his big equipment even further and to drive her sweet boy
crazy with mommy lust.
"Oh, baby boy!" Hilda verbally ejaculated as Hardy palmed her L-cuppers and
bounced the big fuckers up and down. "Mmmmmm, let's get those shortsies down
before they burst. Mmmmm, I want to see your sweet peter, my hard Hardy boy.
Momma wants to see your pretty dick so bad! Ooooooo!" And Hilda reached for the
outcropping of penile plenty sticking eternally forward and roughly stroked it
before grabbing his shorts at the waistband and easing them way way way the fuck
out to get them over the ludicrous lump he sported. "Oh, Hardy, I don't even
know how your underwear can hold this thing, custom made or not! Oh, baby, is
this allllllllll just for Momma?"
"Oh, Mommy, please take him out!"
Hardy, gaping lewdly at his mother's undulating sacks of succulent sweater meat
which wobbled and jiggled with the motion of her undressing of him, beamed with
pride at his mother's compliment of his gigantic goo-gusher, which had brought
indescribable pleasure to both himself and the dozens of women he had bedded in
his short life, one of which happened to be the buxom wet nurse who sat before
him naked to the waist. In fact, it was his stacked mother who had taken his
virginity. As any good mother would do, Hilda went out of her way to instill
confidence in her young boys, and in the Humper household, nothing accomplished
that quite better than glowing admiration of a family member's private parts.
But Hilda was not merely inflating her teenage son's ego with her compliment.
Hardy, along with his twin brother (who was not an identical twin, except
between his legs), possessed the largest cocks Hilda had ever had the pleasure
of taking into her pussy. When she first began measuring her boys' members after
puberty, she was thrilled with the rapid size gains they had achieved by their
mid-teens, but figured they would top out at twelve inches, which was the family
record currently held by her first son and current husband Henry. Much to her
delight, the boys had managed to surpass even their horse-hung father's
dimensions of dick by a solid three inches. Hilda could not have been happier.
She had won the wee wee lottery.
Hardy beamed with pride at his mother's compliment, her lovingly carnal stroking
of his ego never ceasing to make him feel good no matter how many times he heard
it. "Thanks, Mommy! My woody does tend to strain against my underwear a bit
extra when you're around though," he complimented her in kind. "As hard as those
busty girls at school get me, when I come home I sometimes feel like my pants
are going to rip in half from the swelling I get at seeing your titties. There's
not a pair of tits in town that can compete with those massive milk bladders my
mom's rockin'! Ha! Ha!"
Hilda Humper undulated tittie-wise as she slid his grey shorts down after
pulling them over the missile that jutted into her face and watched as they hit
the floor. "Step out of them fuckers!" Hilda exclaimed playfully, her udders
doing a joyful mammary dance on her chest and Hardy eagerly discarded them. When
Hilda raised her eyes to look at Hardy's crotch, she burst out laughing. The
design of his white boxer briefs really tickled her. All over his underwear were
animated pictures of hot dogs in buns. It was so very appropriate, for it was
his very own hot dog that looked as if it would burst out the front of his
drawers and take an eye out. The groin area was cut a few inches longer and
there was a pouch on each leg where he could slide his massive penis into when
it was soft, which lately, thanks to Hilda, Honey and Hayley's bouncing boobs,
had not been often.
"Tee hee hee, baby boy! Those fuckin' special undies of yours are funny as shit!
Tee hee hee! What could be more apropos, after all? You got the foot long
wiener, and then a few more inches to grow on! Fuck, that is funny, Hardy! Oh,
gosh, baby, look at how big you are! Your pretty dick must be screamin' to get
out of those things! I think the pouches on each leg are so cute too." Hilda
indicated the two pockets which were to the direct right and left of his crotch,
but which were now part of the stretching material. "It's like you got a big
kangaroo cock to stuff in those pouches! Tee hee! I think it's cute, baby!"
Hilda put her palm against the tip of his bulge and moved it up and down,
stimulating the encased head naughtily. "Mmmmm, but I'll bet you want to get out
of those things, don't you?"
Hardy, his cock tingly with delight at the touch of his mother's hand over the
fabric of his custom undies, replied with a groan: "Ohhhhhhh, Mommy……I do, but
I'm really really thirsty. Can I get a quick suck on those titties first?" he
said half-heartedly, remembering the initial reason why he came into Hilda's
room but now starting to feel a different sort of hunger, one borne out of the
lascivious sight of his lovely mother's half-naked body on the bed before him
and the genital manipulation she was currently performing on his swollen member.
"I could really use some milk to quench my thirst. It's hot as a motherfucker
outside, my balls are sweating a lot and I'm all tuckered out from mowing the
lawn." He let out a sigh that was equal parts horniness and genuine tiredness.
"You said you were tuckered out, but you didn't say you were fuckered out.
Mmmmmm! Oh, sweetie," Hilda cooed with a swing of her knockers. "The only
'motherfucker' I see is the one standing before me about to poke me in the eye
with his own big trouser snake! Tee hee! You're not the only one who's thirsty
for milk, honey bunny. Momma wants some of her baby's dick milk too, you know."
Hilda seductively tickled Hardy's penis through his briefs by slowly drawing her
manicured fingernail down the shaft. "Why don't we kill two birds with one
stone, baby? Let's get those undies off of Mr. Happy, and you can sit on the bed
next to Momma and nurse her while she tugs you off and makes your peener squirt.
How does that sound, baby!"
"Maybe it's killing two birds with one 'bone'," Hardy quipped with a grin as
Hilda went back to rubbing her palm against the freakishly big head of his
hulking fuckstick as she reached for the elastic waistband of his hot dog
kangaroo specialty shorts. "Oh, Mommy, my wee wee needs to get out so so bad!"
"I know it does, Hard," she said, using the funny abbreviation for his name that
at this moment was so very ironic. Henry had just wanted to name the boy 'Hard',
but Hilda had objected at the time, thinking that it might invite teasing. But
it fit, and his fifteen inches was a hardy hard piece of pipe unlike anything
that had come along in Humper wee wee history. "Ohhhhhhh, sweet boy, your milk
maid mommy is gonna bring this skyscraper funstick out for some air and tickles,
Angel Wean."
And she began to do just that. His hot dog undies had to be dragged by the
elastic waistband outward over his prick for what seemed like miles of distance.
Hilda made little cooing noises and her honkers quivered gingerly and she felt
her pussy grow wet with excitement as she uncovered inch after inch of his wee
wee that did bestride his massive balls like a colossus.
"Ohhhhhh, Hardy, look at it!" Hilda was wide-eyed and horny as fuck as she
looked upon inch after inch of his handsome organ, its thick bulging veins
networking across the thick meaty surface of his stout fat cockmeat. It looked
so inviting to the top-heavy, milk-giving motherfucking mother of six. Finally
she shed his boxers completely and the fifteen-inch slab of gristly hardness
plumped and surged, its massive head literally the size of a fucking baseball as
its peehole slit stared her in the face and his semen-laden balls grew rounder
and fuller by the second.
"Woooooooo!" Hilda cheered as Hardy's nearly completely hard monster cock
bounced hypnotically up and down like a cobra, the veins along the length of the
shaft looking angry with blood engorgement and the baseball-sized head slowly
darkening to a shade of code red. "Damn, baby! No matter how many times I pull
this trouser snake of yours out of your skivvies, it never ceases to fucking
amaze me. It's just so, so, soooooo MOTHERFUCKING HUGE! Tee hee!" Hilda licked
her pouty lips and traced the length of him with her eyes, her pussy dampening
as she recalled all of the amazing orgasms the swollen member before her had
provided since she began mounting it with regularity in her family home. "I
swear, baby, this fucking jumbo johnson of yours is going to be a
foot-and-a-half long by the time you get to college. You won't even be able to
fit this shlong in your speciality shorts anymore. Holy shit! Where are you
going to find a woman who can take the whole thing?" Hilda asked rhetorically,
knowing full well that she had learned the answer to that question personally on
many occasions when Hardy had pinned her well-boobied body to the bed with his
fat python planted in her pussy.
Hardy, his head beginning to swell almost as much as his cock with his mother's
fawning, was already on the same page "Why, Mommy, as luck would have it, I've
already found a woman who can take my whole humper hogleg to the hilt. You!" her
young son replied with a laugh that caused his now fully erect sausage staff to
shake violently from side to side, slapping Hilda repeatedly on the right side
of the face as it did. "But we can do that later. Come on, Mooommmmeeeeeee!
Baby's thirsty! Baby want milky!" He jutted out his lower lip like a little
child and began to pout impatiently as Hilda's tongue reflexively darted out of
her mouth to catch the last residual slap of his cockhead against her mouth, a
long trail of saliva dangling erotically between the tip of her cock-licker and
Hardy's urethra as his meat swayed back away from her face.
"Okay, my Hardy hard tittie baby! You can suck mommy's milk balloons, sweetie,"
Hilda finally relented with a laugh, giving his bloated cockhead a sweet
resounding smooch as her full lips clung to it like a suction cup and then
pulled away just as abruptly. "God, but I love your cock, Big Stuff! Sit down
here on the bed next to Mommy and get comfortable, Hard. Mmmmmm, you want some
of my sweet milk, don't you? Get some of Momma's yum yum juice, Wean Boy. Get in
there and slurp on 'em."
Hardy obeyed his mother enthusiastically, sitting down on the left side of her
and next to her L-cupped dangling dirigibles, their nipples hard and pointy,
their areolas puckered and spacious and pink and ready to suck. Hilda placed her
left hand under her left boob and hoisted it up as high as she could and then
gently pinched the nipple a couple times with her right hand before beckoning
her son to place his lips on her breast.
"Get your head down here, baby. Lower your big head, not your
little….errrr…..littler one. Keep that one up! Tee hee!" Hilda tittered as she
beckoned him and Hardy lowered his face, his dick swinging back and forth like a
turgid stalk swaying laconically in the breeze, as Hilda still lifted her boob a
bit and then placed her right hand under Hardy's chin as his lips closed around
her pink areola and sharp nipple and his eyes closed peacefully as he began to
draw on her spigot, waiting for the flow to start. When he felt the first
trickle of sweet warm delicious milk coat his tongue, he sighed with
contentment, Hilda still embracing his chin for the moment as his wee wee got
even harder and firmer as it jutted high into the air and the sounds of sweet
sucking began to fill the bedroom. It was a gentle reassuring sound and one that
made Hilda sigh and rub her son's face with her fingers as he nursed her.
"Mmmmmpphhh……." was all Hardy could manage, his lips wrapped firmly around the
left nipple and silver-dollar sized areola of his mother's gigantic L-cupped
whopper of titmeat as milk began to flow effortlessly into his mouth now, his
hands taking over from Hilda's to heft it up to his face. Hardy greedily sucked
and kneaded at the engorged milk balloon, gripping her tittie with a mixture of
both horniness and thirst as he drank his fill. Hilda let out a soft moan of her
own, the tingle in her breast a mixture of both motherly and carnal stimulation
as her baby boy nursed on her.
"Mmmmmm….that feels goooood, baby. Momma's boobies are sooooo full today. It's a
good thing you came in when you did or I might have had to find relief with one
of the neighbors. Mr. Chester does so love to drink from my plumpers when his
wife is at work. And then he eats her oatmeal cookies when he's done with my
milk. Tee hee. That's it, sweetie, give Momma's nipple a nice suckling," she
encouraged him, craning her neck over her hanging bosoms to sneak another peek
at Hardy's enormous cock, which had now reached its rock-hard apex of fifteen
inches, the shaft and head poking straight up towards the ceiling and reaching
nearly to his chest.
Reaching down with her dainty manicured digits, Hilda grasped the base of his
shaft with her now free left hand and gave it a few quick strokes, her four
fingers not even able to reach her thumb because of the insane girth of her
boy's massive tool. She simultaneously used her right hand to fondle the boy's
lemon-sized balls, and thought lewdly of the insane amount of semen that had no
doubt accumulated within them as his scrotum sat swollen and fattened on his
thighs like a sack of plums. Her manual manipulation had an immediate effect on
the teenager, who instantly began to tug harder on her nipple with his mouth,
his moans now beginning to sound far more lustful than thirstful.
"Mmmmmm….. mmmyyyyy….nnhhgdd….." he groaned into her left funbag, the vibrations
of his vocal chords sending additional sparks of pleasure into Hilda's breast
and further accelerating her horniness.
"Ohhhhhh, Hardy, suck me, baby! Drink from Momma, my sweetie boy! Swig from
Mommy's milk pontoons, good sucker! Suck! Suck! Fuck, but you gotta suck!
Mmmmmmmm! Suck Mommy like a good boy! Mmmmmmmhmmmmmmm! Ohhhhh, baby, your
sucking is making your wee wee so fucking hard!" Hilda coaxed and encouraged her
sixteen-year-old son as he began to nurse ever harder, occasionally nipping at
her areola with his teeth and drawing as much boobie into his mouth as possible,
the areola now a tingly mass of pleasure and her nipple expressing so much
lactose goodness that a bit of her tittie milk ran down Hardy's chin and dripped
onto his thigh. Hilda watched a few drops of pre-cum ooze from out his fat
mushroom cap and into her palm as she worked it against the underside of his
cockhead where it felt good as shit. His cock was long enough that the big stalk
was easily able to reach her other overhanging mam and she naughtily began to
work the leaking head up and down against her right boob, stroking the underside
of the head against her spacious pink areola, making it tingle and tweaking his
pee pee hole with her sharp nipple as she was wont to do. This only made more
pre-cum glisten on the crown of his whopping whopper of a wee wee. It made a
squeaking sound as she rubbed her nip on the underside of his shaft, back and
forth against the head and right below it on the sweet spot that she often
licked with her tongue when she was giving Hardy some oral sex before bedtime
and after she had read him a bedtime story from Penthouse Letters.
"Mmmmmmmm, Mommy, I'm thirsty!" he exclaimed, pulling his mouth from her titter
long enough to gasp for air as he swallowed a bounty of milk. "Ohhhhhh, Mr.
Happy feels good too!" And a second later he was back to suckling, his moans and
smacking lips a noisy paean to her milky good set of mommy boobs.
But his suckling was now far more carnal than infantile, his thirst for milk now
beginning to become satiated while the hunger in his loins only grew needier and
needier with Hilda's gradually quickening stroke cadence on his wee wee warrior.
Hardy was now alternating sucks of milk on her nipple with long circular licks
around the areola with his tongue, his loving assault on her bodacious boobage
more akin to the foreplay the two enjoyed during their regular familial
lovemaking sessions than the actual feeding for which he had ostensibly entered
her bedroom to receive.
"Mmmm.…*slurp*….ohh….*slurp*….Mommy, if you keep that up, I'm gonna spray more
milk ON your tittie than you have IN it! Ha ha ha! Mmmmmm!" he joked before
wrapping his lips once more around the tender nub of pleasure and nourishment
that he had been enjoying for his entire life, although lately in more ways than
one, as Hilda picked up the pace of her stroking even further, her hand now
doing full laps up and down Hardy's penis.
"Oh, sweetie pie," the debaucherous Humper matriarch replied as a twinge of joy
pierced her knockers like a heavenly bolt. "That's kind of the idea, you
horse-hung stud son-and-grandson of mine!" Hilda twisted her hand as she stroked
up and down to drive her son even wilder with pee wee pleasure. "What's good for
the goose is good for the gander, especially if Mother Goose has big bouncy
goosey titties and the gander has a fat fucking pair of cock and balls! Tee hee
hee! You may need your daily serving of milk from my big parts, but Momma needs
her own dose of sweet white nectar too, and it's been almost two hours since
she's had that, and the last load was from the fucking paperboy again! Damn, but
I hate it when his mother makes him eat asparagus! It makes his cum taste so
icky!"
Pausing to spit on Hardy's cock to add some additional lubrication, Hilda
redoubled her efforts and began really giving it to her son's private parts,
performing one of her famous tug jobs that Hardy's father Henry used to refer to
as a 'mommy special' back in his own teen years, long before he married and then
impregnated her with the first of their four children together, one of which was
now the lucky recipient of the same sexual act that had started the Humpers'
incestual revolution to begin with
And what a revolution it had been. Hardy and Harvey had been sticking their
giant freakish penises into their mother's ever indulgent pussy for only a few
weeks, but the idea was truly a revolutionary one. Hilda had cranked out four
kids after Henry had married his boobie mommy and started splashing liberal
amounts of semen into her vagina, not to mention in her throat and on her tits.
And now Hardy and Harvey were following suit, humping their stacked 54-year-old
mother with their very young horsecock probes, carrying on a procession of
Humper pleasure that extended back for many generations. It felt so good to the
youngsters to get to fuck so much, always emptying their big balls and Hilda
making sure that their teenaged pipes never got backed up with any frustrating
overloads of jism brought on from their overblown libidos and the sight of
living with three of the four biggest sets of titties in town right under their
roof ready to be sucked at will.
"Mmmmmmpppphhhhhh!" Hardy cried while her tittie was still stuffed in his mouth,
his fifteen-inch penile projectile throbbing with blood and tingling like a
motherfucker as Hilda stroked it, spitting on it again and again and saturating
his cock with her saliva, his veiny fucktool sliding in her hands, her milk
flowing like perspiration from her knockers and his balls jiggling up and down
and tightening under his penis, ready to blow a load bigger than anything he had
ever shot before.
"Suck me, motherfucker! Pull on my boobers! Bite me, fucker! Bite Mommy hard as
shit!" Hilda ordered him, her whoppers beating up and down even as he held one
of them in his mouth.
Hardy complied with her maternal command with gusto, sinking his teeth into her
areola with a gentle forcefulness and flicking the nub of her nipple with the
tip of his tongue like a snake, causing the elder Humper to cry out with sweet
pleasurable pain.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh! Yes, fucker, that's it! Bite Momma's motherfucking nipple while
she strokes your cute cum-spittin' cherry-poppin' cock! Mmmm, that's it, baby!
Squeeze that melon, that monster milk-making mommy mammary hard as fucking
shit!" Hilda spit out, rearing her blonde head back, her juggers jolting and a
serene smile plastered on her face as she continued to tug on her son's cock
with increasing tightness, speed, and force. "Ooooh, baby, I can feel your balls
tightening up! Is Mr. Happy getting ready to spit? Does my little Hardy-Wardy
have a nice load saved up for his tittie mommy? These cum coconuts feel like
they're ready to burst, poopsie!" She weighed his engorged scrotum with her
non-stroking hand and practically felt the cum in his balls sloshing around like
liquid in a pair of water balloons.
"Mmmmppphhh!" Hardy grunted, his mouth full of tittie before he momentarily
removed his mouth from Hilda's milk fountain to answer her. "Oohhhhhh, Mommy!
I'm getting close! Those hands and these jugs are gonna send me over the edge
any minute now! I'm about thirty fucking seconds away from glazing your other
tittie white like a baker's dozen at a doughnut shop, like maybe Krispy Kreme or
Dunkin' Donuts or some fucking place where there is a big-boobied girl working
the fucking counter selling her boob milk to the male customers like a milk maid
tart! Ohhh, Mommy, don't you dare stop! Uhhhhhh, it feels so good to wee wee!
Ohhhhhhh, my poor weeeee weeeee! Little Hardy needs to spit, Mommy! Keep
tugging! Ohhhhhhhh, please, don't stop, Mooommmmeeeeeee! Ohhhhh, it feels so
goooooooood!"
Hardy's lower body was a veritable electrical storm of pleasure, the nerves in
his cock nearly overloaded with activity as Hilda's hand serviced every inch of
his throbbing fifteen-inch manhood which was soon poised to reward her with a
shower of semen, Hardy's jizz-jerker getting ready to plaster the same tittie
that had nursed him to manhood with a healthy serving of his boy batter.
"Oh, Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! My wee wee, my wee wee, my wee wee! Ohhhh, my
peeeeeener feeeels soooooo gooood, Mommy! It's gonna.....It's gonna!" Hardy
managed as he looked down and watched Hilda's hand dart rapidly up and down his
ding-a-ling that was fifteen fucking inches long and grunted and groaned with
the joy of his milky Mommy-Boobs working his wanker in her hands like she owned
the motherfucker. And in reality she did, and Hardy knew it. His massively
stacked mother owned the big organ between his legs, lock, stock and jizz-filled
barrel. And she owned both his balls too.
"Come on, Hardy! Open the reserves and let the cum flow! Let it shoot on Mommy's
other boobie and on Mommy's tummy and her face too, my boy wean toy! Tee hee!"
Hilda giggled and cooed and wheezed as her knockers leaped wildly and her breast
milk splashed on Hardy's face as her hand worked her shiny spittle up and down
his shiny monster cockmeat. "Come on, my tittie baby and fire that fucking Mr.
Wean of yours like a one-foot-three-inch rocket at my udderly milk-filled and
huge lactose melons! Do it, fucker! Do it, my baby boy! Momma wants you to do it
so bad! Oh, my pussy is so wet, Hardy! You did that, Hard!"
This made Hardy even hornier and he latched back onto her big milker and pulled
another stream out of her nipple with his suctioning lips. Mmmm, it tasted good.
He loved his mommy's milk more than the taste of anything in the world, even her
sweet luscious pussy. Hardy sucked hardily and began to feel his colossal cock
tense with his mother's grasp and he knew that it would soon spasm and then
spit.
"Mmmmmmphhhh! Mmmmmphh!" the younger Humper grunted, his cock a lightning rod of
pre-ejaculatory sensation at the breakneck pace of his mother's hand job, both
hands roughly kneading her oversized and insanely engorged right tit, his cries
muffled only by the milk spigot that now stuffed his entire mouth like a
pacifier. "Mmmmophhhhh! Mmmmmyyyyyssssshhh! Mmmmmmmmmm!" Milk still trickled
into his mouth from Hilda's nipple, but the flow now slowed since the boy was
mostly licking and lapping circles around her areola, his oral activity now more
concerned with providing his own sexual stimulation rather than eliciting a
steady stream of milk from the still ample supply remaining in his mommy's
mammaries.
"That's it, boobsie boysie!" Hardy's tongue and hands were driving the nerve
endings in her breasts wild with sensation as she tickled his balls with a free
hand, her dominant one never ceasing its sweet assault on the horny teenager's
aching member. "Almost there! I can feel your ballsies tightening up, peener pee
wee! Oh, I think the mother lode is on its way! Come, Hardy! Come, come, come!"
Hilda encouraged him with a breathy commanding tone of voice that was a
perverted mixture of motherly authority and carnal sultriness. No sooner had
these words left her mouth than she heard her boy's high-pitched cries descend
several octaves into a deep, guttural, masculine moan, creating additional
pleasurable vibrations in her tittie and letting the experienced full-breasted
femme fatale fornicator know in no uncertain terms that her teenaged son was
about to immediately unleash a truly epic explosion of ejaculatory bliss.
Hardy, feeling the familiar orgasmic tingles in his fucktool as the jizz began
boiling up the shaft, momentarily released his oral grip on Hilda's lactating
nipple and grunted as the first wave of his satisfaction washed over his lower
half in a rising tide of pleasure.
"Ohhhhhhhhh, yeah, Mommy! Here it comes! Uhhhhhhhhhhh!" the well-hung youngster
grunted as the first volley of semen rocketed out of his urethra with the force
of a geyser, missing the intended target of Hilda's free tit entirely and
sailing over her shoulder by a good two feet, splashing all over the bedspread
behind them.
"Oooooooh, that's it. That is a good squirtsie, sweetie pie, but don't waste
that jizzy wizzy on the sheets, pumpkin. Give it to Mommy-Boobs. Here, let me
aim it for you," the buxom Humper told him with a sultry wink as she lowered his
penis level with her breast just in time for the second spit, which sprayed a
thick wad of spunk directly into the center of the nipple, splashing obscenely
over her areola and beginning to drip down the lower half of her titflesh. Hardy
was now so delirious with pleasure that he absentmindedly squeezed the mammary
he had just been suckling with significant force, causing a volley of milk equal
to his own last spurt of cream to shoot out of the nipple and spray him directly
in his mouth which was wide open in mid-moan.
To watch synonymous squirts, the massive amount of cum rocketing from Hardy's
massive penile equipment and a huge stream of warm sweet milk rocket from out of
Hilda's L-cup udderly spectacular big boobie made the synergy complete.
"Fuck, yeah!" Hardy let out with a bellow as a thick stream of tittie milk
blasted him in the back of his throat and he sighed and swallowed it at the same
time that his mother worked his fifteen-inch crazy-sized stick into a position
that allowed his every splash of jism to coat her unoccupied massive udder, the
one he hadn't yet sucked, the one that was filled to the fucking brim with the
milk the young motherhumper loved so well.
"There we go, baby! I got Mr. Happy!" Hilda announced as she fiercely gripped
his stout fat penis and squeezed it as it had a big massive spit-up right on her
knocker, the white sticky semen covering her nipple, areola and the surrounding
pounds of boobflesh on her heavy but firm boom boom as it burst out of his
colossal cockhead. "Mmmmmmm, tee hee hee, baby, you are making Momma's boob so
sticky with your sweet pearly wee wee squirts! I think you've got even more in
your balls than your cocky brother does!" Hilda laughed maniacally as she
watched her son squeeze her teat once more; this time the milk hit him directly
in the eye, even as the flood of his ejaculate grew more intense and his moans
of orgasmic joy louder and louder.
"Mooooommmmmmmmyyyyy! My weeeeeeee weeeeeeeeee!" Hardy cried out, his pleasure
completely overtaking him as he squirted yet another torrent of cum onto his
mother's breast, the acreage of boobflesh now nearly completely saturated in her
son's ball batter. Aiming Hardy's fifteen-inch cock rocket upward, Hilda elected
to take the rest of his load in her mouth, now wanting a taste of his precious
jizz, her own thirst having grown with the exertion of stroking his massive
member with such vigor over the last few minutes. "Ohhhhh, Mommy, that feels
sooooooo wonderful! Oh, fuck, yeah! You fucking rock, Mommy! You kick all kinds
of ass! Hells, yeah! You're the best milk maid mommy in the whole wide world!"
The next shot flew out of his pulsing member and landed directly in Hilda's
mouth, the trailing end dangling lewdly off her lower lip as she gulped it down.
"Mmmmmmm, that's quite a tasty load you had built up in, there sweetie pie! Yum
yummy! Somebody had pineapple for breakfast this morning, didn't he? Tee hee! It
sure beats fucking asparagus!" Hilda quipped as yet another squirt flew out and
smeared along the side of her cheek. "When your father was your age, a load like
this was a sure sign of at least six hours of abstinence." Hilda stroked with a
slower motion as his orgasm began to wane, her practiced hand expertly milking
out the last of his ejaculate as his moans and breathing became more ragged and
relaxed.
"Ohhhhhhh, Mom, I got so horny staring at Mrs. Biggs' titties during algebra
this morning I felt like I was going to come in my pants, and I almost fucking
did too! I even tried to find Honey during lunchtime for a quick blow job, but
she was off campus with her friends fellating a group of exchange students.
Honey said their wee wees weren't nearly as big as mine. Ohhhhhh, yeah, Momma,
keep jerking it! But I figured if I could just hold out for a couple hours,
you'd take care of me when I got home."
"Oh, I'll always take care of your wee wee when he needs it, my beautiful boy,"
Hilda crooned before placing her mouth on his mushroom to cap it off as the last
of his pleasurable discharges dispensed themselves summarily into her mouth.
However, most of his spit-up was on her basted bazoom. "And ohhhhhh, Mr. Happy
needed it soooooo baaadddd today, didn't he, pretty dick? Hardy, sweetie, I
think of your wee wee like it's my baby, and oh, I love to love on my baby.
Ohhhhh, you sweet sweet Wean, you!" Hilda slurped on the end of Hardy's sticky
apple head and lapped at his pee pee hole, scavenging for any extra cum that
still resided inside his shaft as she squeezed the trunk of his penis as well as
his slightly deflated balls.
Hardy did the same to her bouncy bloated jug, slurping hard and long, swigging
on her juggernaut of lactose goodness in a way that sounded like a long sloppy
kiss, a kiss that brought more milk streaming into his mouth and down his chin
as he grinned at his mother. He could spot the ounces of semen coating her
opposite breast from his peripheral vision. Hilda used her hand to raise her
other girl gland to her mouth and began to lick away some of the excess fluid
that saturated her right tittie balloon.
"Today I told a new girl at school that I was hung like an infant!" Hardy
exclaimed with a smile, licking a stream of milk from the surface of her
mountainous mound. "Then I whipped my wee wee out of my pants and said 'Yep, I'm
nine pounds and six ounces!' Ha ha ha ha! You've never seen a chick blush so
much in your life, Mommy! But a minute later, I had my balls slapping against
her chin!"
"Ha ha ha! That's too funny, sweetie! You may be Momma's tittie baby, but that
horse leg cock of yours is all grown up!" she laughed, sucking the last drop out
of Hardy's now slowly deflating, but still gigantic penis, patting the head with
a soft motherly affection as she reluctantly let go of the familial organ to
tousle her son's hair lovingly. Looking down at her bulbous right breast, Hilda
suddenly cackled at the absurd coat of penis paint that graced the L-cupped
whopper. "Wow, honey! That load of yours really did a number on my right tittie
here! I think the left one might be a little jealous!" As he surveyed her
mammoth mams, Hardy joined in on the mirth, the youngster noting the comical
discrepancy in jizz saturation between the two breasts.
Their mutual laughter finally subsiding, Hardy felt himself suddenly become very
groggy, the exertion of both his orgasm and the afternoon's lawn mowing finally
taking its toll as his head slumped lazily onto the upper slope of Hilda's left
breast, the one he had been suckling but which remained relatively free of jizz.
His mouth gaping into a wide yawn, Hardy expressed his sonly gratitude to both
the afternoon gifts Hilda had just given him: his delicious feeding and a
riveting orgasm. "Mmmmm, thanks for the milk, Mommy. That really hit the spot.
And thanks for the hand job too. None of the girls at school give a tug quite
like you do." His eyes fluttered shut as he rested his head on her ample bosom.
"Oh, my baby!" Hilda sweetly moaned in a motherly tone as she rubbed the back of
Hardy's head affectionately as he sleepily rested his young noggin and open
mouth against the boob that was doing the milking today, the other one simply
serving as the recipient of his cavalcade of cum. "Drinking all that boobie milk
from out Mommy's big nip and getting Mommy to clean those heeeuggge fucking
pipes of yours out has made my wee wee boy so sleeeepy! I think baby needs a
nappy!"
"Mmmmmhmmmmm!" Hardy murmured, his face mashed against her giant hilltop of
hooter, his mouth gurgling as it still clung to her spacious areola, though he
was teetering on the edge of consciousness as a thin trickle of milk dripped
onto his chest. "Mmmmmm, had tittie, now need sleepy."
"It's okay, sweetie," Hilda whispered softly into his ear as she dabbed a dollop
of jizz off her other mound and facilely plucked it into her mouth and slurped
it down hungrily. "I mean, you should be able to sleep like Rip Van Winkle, if
ol' Rip liked to suck boobie milk as a teenager after he cut the grass and then
squirt his jizz on his mother's titties. Tee hee! I mean, your tummy's full of
yummy mommy milk and your big huge pipes are all cleared out and your balls have
to feel a hell of a lot better. Go get some sleep, tittie baby."
Hilda patted Hardy's shrinking shaft, running her fingers over a few thick veins
before giving it a resounding kiss on its spongy head.
"You go to sleep too, Mr. Happy. That was a lot of spittin' you did today, young
man."
