"Making The Grade"

HERE’S THE FIRST FULL-LENGTH HUMPER STORY SINCE 2012! THE HUMPERS ARE BACK WITH A FUCKING VENGEANCE! PLEASE CONTINUE READING AS YOU REACH FOR YOUR WEE WEE OR YOUR CUNNY. ENJOY!

Starring Titanic-Tittied Teacher Hilda Humper and Her Twelve-Inch Pupil Henry Humper in:

“Making The Grade”

By Victor C. Nathan and Dr. Mojo

Edited and published by Victor C. Nathan

“Ah, fuck this motherfucking paper!” Henry shouted to himself, slamming his copy of The Great Gatsby closed and throwing his pen down onto the paper in front of him, a scene of student frustration echoed countless times in teenage bedrooms throughout American history. “Why the hell does Mom always have to assign papers due on Monday mornings? She knows how fucking horny I get on Sunday nights! All the girls from school are always at home with their families doing family non-sexual shit, Harriet’s always over at Missy’s getting rogered by her horny brother, and Mom’s always cleaning the fucking house all day and knocking over valuable heirlooms and lamps and shit with her tits. What the fuck? I mean, there isn’t a pussy available in the whole town to house my wee wee. How is a guy supposed to get a nut off, not to mention two nuts as big as the ones I got in my big ol’ beanbag. Ha ha!”

The Humper household was hardly a typical American household. Whereas most high school seniors would find themselves distracted from their academic duties with football games or evening sitcoms, Henry Humper found his eighteen-year-old, hormone-flooded head swimming with visions of gigantic bouncing tits. This would also be a common daydream for a boy his age, but in Henry’s case the majority of the mammaries in question belonged to members of his own family, all of whom he was intimately familiar with. In other words, he had fucked them.

“I can’t concentrate on writing about this stupid 1920s shit! Those ugly flappers didn’t even wear low-cut dresses! I bet that Daisy chick was barely even a D-cup! Man, poor Gatsby! How did he manage?” Henry trailed off, having managed to pick up a basic outline of most of the story while reading the novel over the past week, despite having his eyes frequently averted from the book every time his impossibly stacked mother or sister walked by, his swinging organ immediately standing to attention at the site of one or both of their massive racks. Hilda and Harriet Humper rarely wore tops around the house, which gave Henry plenty of feminine distractions to compete with his studies.

Ordinarily he would grab either his mother or his sister and either beg or charm his way into some relief via their tits or pussy or mouth or all of the above, but Hilda was strict with her children’s study time, not allowing distractions until they had put in sufficient time hitting the books each day. Hilda Humper could still be a surprisingly strict disciplinarian with her son, especially considering the fact that she had been pleasuring his gigantic wee wee by fucking him on a daily basis for nearly a year.

But Henry also knew that when it came to doing his homework and focusing on academics, Hilda would put her titties back inside her colossal brassiere and slide a pair of panties over her pink love canal and oh-so-kissable round fanny. She wouldn't give a shit how much his wee wee was tingling for the contact of fucky strokes or her warm mouth or her sopping wet pussy or, for that matter, a place between her hilly Humper mounds. Mmmmmm, titfuck. Momma wouldn't even let him knead and fondle or suck on her robust boobies if he started to neglect his homework, specifically the reading and writing assignments the buxom educator gave him in her senior English class. Fuck, but he could feel the snake of his dauntingly long dong creeping down the left pant leg of his Gap jeans to the point that it almost appeared as if a python had snuck into his drawers that morning.

"Motherfuck! Fuck this book anyway! Mommeeeeeeeee! Get the fuck up here for a minute!" Henry bellowed in a whiny tittie baby voice, his mother ever reminding him that he behaved like a child. But she would then huskily remark that he was a child with a kickstand cock between his muscular legs and a set of balls that she loved to suck and lick and pull on, so large and full were they. "Mommy, come up here and help me with this fucking homework and shit! This is worse than Nietzsche, although I think you've got some uber-titties and I've got one uber-mother-fucking cock and balls! Momma, come here and talk to me!" Goddamn it, he thought to himself. If she won't help me, I'll have to pull out this man-missile of mine and stroke that weasel till it spits across the fucking room. He hated the thought of having to do that. Henry didn’t want to coax a spit-up out of himself manually. His wee wee wanted Momma.

“Henry Herman motherfucking Humper?! What are you yelling about, young man?” the top-heavy green-eyed Hilda Humper said as she stepped into the room, half-concerned and half-annoyed at her boy’s petulant outburst, but her monstrously massive bazoomies wriggling under her tee shirt anyway. Seeing the book she had assigned him to read during the previous week and the mostly empty writing paper on his desk, she quickly put two and two together.

“Mommy-Boobs, I need!”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Henry! You haven’t finished your paper yet? It’s due tomorrow, young man! I knew I shouldn’t have kept you up all night humping away in my room on Saturday. Gee, but we did some huffin’ and puffin’, Tiger. But for pete’s sake, Henry - it’s only a two-page summary. You should remember most of the key points from the lecture from the last class,” Hilda reminded him, glancing down at his wee wee throbbing at the fly of his jeans, her gaze a mixture of motherly concern and carnal lust, secretly wishing that Henry would finish up his work so that they could have a quick tumble before bed.

Mmmmm. In and out, in and out. The busty mother was craving her boy’s ripe young cock again. She wanted that foot-long slab of gristly thick hardness pumping in and out of her accommodating and pink Humper cooter. Hilda had been so busy cleaning the house and grading papers that she had practically no time to satisfy her comically wanton sex drive. The only sexual activity she had engaged in that day was giving Henry an early morning hand job as they both ate breakfast; she had also enjoyed a very quick fuck with the paperboy just after breakfast while the paperboy’s mother was obliviously waiting outside in the car with the engine running. A day with only two sexual encounters was practically celibacy for Hilda Hannah Humper, and her horniness had continued to build up throughout the day.

“But Mooooom, I can’t concentrate on this shit when I’m so horny!” Henry insisted, staring hard at her t-shirt adorned honkers that were the biggest in the fucking school. “I haven’t squirted my ball batter out in like twelve hours or some shit. I mean, you didn’t even give me my after-dinner blow job! What is this, a monastery? How is a guy supposed to stay focused when he’s so backed up? My mushroom head needs to get fed, Mom.” The absurdity of his complaints after a mere half-day without getting his wee wee sucked were completely lost on the boy, who had grown accustomed to getting his penis serviced by her constantly. “Besides, all I can remember from class on Friday is when you sucked Kenny Long’s dick for getting the highest score on the quiz. It was a little hard to concentrate on the lecture when you had a string of jizz hanging off your chin the entire period.”

"Henry, it could have been YOUR string of jizz hanging off my chin instead of Kenny's. You just gotta fucking study harder and work on your English skills and all that vocab and the other happy fucking horseshit I teach! Work harder, son!" Hilda sounded more like a mother than a dirty big-boobed teacher as she lectured him with a finger pointing in his direction, her J-cup motherfucking fat globes of girly glandishness wagging up and down under a casual white t-shirt that read ‘Proud Mother Of A Son With A Twelve-Inch Penis’ in black letters that were barely legible when stretched around her hilly hooters. "You need to buckle down and work fucking harder!"

"I've never been harder while working on my goddamn homework, Mom!" Henry blurted out, squeezing his fat veiny cock through the fabric of his jeans. He gaped at the braless bazooms that rattled around on his blonde mother's sculpted body unreservedly. "And buckle down? Fuck, Mommy! I need you to unbuckle my belt, unbutton my pants, unzip my motherfuckin' fly and whip out my fat tube of a damn horseycock and free my plump sack of sticky! Don't be such a bossy bitchy boobie momma with me. You know what your wee wee boy needs."

Hilda really wanted to oblige him, to unhouse her hefty old honkers and swing those fuckers out into view and then to pull out her son's young fresh meat, his ripe young cock from where it was hidden from view behind his pants and drawers. Goddamn, but she wanted to so fucking bad, but the top-heavy, behemoth-boobed blonde beauty needed to teach Henry a lesson far more important, a lesson far bigger (if possible) than the two mountains that adorned her modest chest and shoulders.

“Henry Herman Humper, I don’t care how much of your cum I’ve swallowed, Mister. I am still your mother, and as long as you are under my roof, you will obey my rules,” the Humper matriarch admonished more forcefully, putting aside her own carnal wants for the good of her son’s education.

Hilda jutted her mammoth boobs out defiantly as she scolded him, the two flesh mountains looking as if they might burst her novelty t-shirt.

“And one of those rules is, no sex until your homework is done, young man. Do you think you’re the only one who has to follow them? Just last month I had to turn away no fewer than three of Harriet’s fuck buddies from school in one night just so that girl could finish her damned physics project without getting distracted by all those inches of wee wee. She just about pouted her pretty little head off, but I’ll be damned if she didn’t get an A on that motherfucker,” she recalled, proud that she had set such a good example for her cock-crazy bosomy young daughter. “I did indulge the poor horny boys’ wee wees though. I mean, they had driven all the way over here. Seemed kinda cruel to send them all away without putting my mouth on their wee wees and givin’ ‘em a blow job. Sucky, sucky! Tee hee!”

“Okay, Momma Megatits. Jeez! Fuck! You can be such a hard ass sometimes,” Henry finally conceded, secretly wishing at that moment he was one of the lucky boys receiving a famous Hilda Humper wee wee wash. “I promise I’ll buckle down and finish this tonight. But once I’m done, can you give me a blow job? Pretty please with a hymen on top?” He hoped to at least extract the promise of upcoming oral assuagement from her, thinking that perhaps he’d work faster with a warm mouth waiting for his wee wee once he was done.

“Tell you what, baby,” Hilda replied, fondling the roundness of her left boob and lowering her voice a breathy octave to drive home her words. “Finish your paper and bring it to me. I’ll grade it tonight and if it’s A-material, I’ll give you one of Momma’s special deep throat wee wee washes, and I’ll even let you come on my face if you wanna. Tee hee! You know how good it feels when Momma clenches your wee wee with her throat muscles. Oh, baby, you get so big and hard in Momma’s throat that your fat mushroom head must swell two sizes! Tee hee!”

"Oh, Mommy, I love your throat! Well, what if it's just B-material, Mommy?" Henry asked in a whiny voice as he gazed at her t-shirt pumpkins with wide eyes and rubbed at the bulge of his wee wee with the heel of his hand like a young boy just hitting puberty and watching his penis get larger and discovering how much fucking fun he could have playing with his stick. "I mean, I'm not that good at this writing bullshit."

"Well, if ya get a B on this motherfucker, I'll letcha stick your fat son of a bitchin' boom stick right between Momma Hildy's educationally-inclined boom boom bazooms, Baby Weansies. You can ride my milkers with your sweet horsecock prick."

"Well, what if I get a C, Mommy?"

"If you get a C, then you are a fucking moron, Henry, but even so, I'll spit all over my palm and my fingers and shit and I'll stroke your pee wee so noisily and make it feel so fuckin' good that you'll squirt for Momma so good, you'll squirt across the fucking room," she explained, raising her t-shirt up over her head for just a second and shaking her pink-nipped watermelons at her son until he winced and his penis flinched inside his pants. "You better start writing, cause your fat wee wee looks like it is starving for some sort of fucky, baby. I mean, that fuckstick is hungry for Mommy-love, poopsie, and there's only one goddamn way you're getting any of that sort of shit tonight, my swelligent son. When homework gets finished, then wee wee gets replenished with pleasure."

Two hours later…...

"So? How did I do?" Henry asked, his patience exhausted from both the effort of concentrating on the paper and the need for release within his swollen testes brought on by his hunger for his mother’s boobies and her pussy.

"*Ahem* Well, your suggestion that the car accident could have been avoided if Daisy had just stayed at the hotel and had a threesome with Tom and Gatsby is, ummm, interesting, and you devote two paragraphs to wondering what Jordan Baker's bra size is...." Hilda trailed off, amused but not surprised at how easily her teenage boy's unconscious libido could creep into his writing. "But overall, it's well-written and you captured all the main themes and literary motifs. B-plus," Hilda concluded, simultaneously marking the grade with her red pen and bumping herself in the boob in the process.

"B-plus?" Henry was less concerned with the mediocre grade than he was with its implications on what he was packing in his pants. "But that means I only get a titfuck! I wanted a blow job! It's not fair!" he pouted, stomping his foot like a boy much younger than his actual eighteen years, his demeanor that of a kid being denied his first choice of toy rather than his preferred sexual favor, as was the present case.

Hilda scoffed, half-shocked and half-amused at her son's ingratitude, incredulous that he felt slighted at his sexual reward.

"Henry Humper!" his mother admonished him, her heavy set of milkwagons heaving with her agitation at her spoiled son. "How could you not appreciate the privileges you have, young man? There are poor teenage boys all over this country who will go to bed horny tonight because they do not have loving mothers who are willing to so much as give them a hand job, let alone a warm, soft titfuck. And God forbid their mommies ever promise to suck them. All those poor hard cocks and backed up ballsies and no one to relieve them. And a lot of those mothers don’t have even have BIG BOOBS, Henry Humper! They might be almost flat-chested double-D cups! But here you are with a pair of 38 triple-J hooters - the lust of every man and the envy of every woman in town - ready to service your wee wee, and you're complaining? How dare you?!"

Hilda finished her lecture, an insanely twisted and appropriately Humper sexualized perversion of the classic "eat your broccoli, there are starving kids overseas" speech that so many American kids have heard over the years, except this time it concerned the regularity of how often Henry got between his mother’s thighs while her legs were in the air.

"Well, if that's the way it is, I'll just have to take these big ol' boobies of mine somewhere more needed. Poor Jamie Peters just broke up with his girlfriend and hasn't had a titfuck in weeks. Maybe HE'D appreciate a ride on my boom booms," the buxom blonde said theatrically, standing up, jostling her weighty bosom up and down defiantly and then starting for the door to drive home the point.

Henry, to his credit, was appropriately shamed by Hilda's admonishment and quickly apologized. "No! Wait! You're right, Mom. I'm sorry," Henry told her sincerely, moving to the door and shamelessly placing a palm on each of his mother's breasts and squeezing them gently to stop her from leaving. "Mmmmmm. They’re so soft. I forget sometimes how lucky I am that I have these titties - err, I mean that I have such a loving mother as you to take care of me." Henry’s gaze jerked upward to his mother's face in synch with his verbal correction. "I'm grateful. I fucking swear! It's just my wee wee was looking forward to some tonsil time, but you know I'll happily enjoy one of your famous boobie clenches. Honest!"

"Aww, I know you had your heart set on that wee wee wash, baby," Hilda smiled sweetly as Henry goosed each of her knockers and she patted the front of his pants approvingly, glad that her boy had rediscovered his sense of gratitude, but had not lost his hardness in the process. "But a rule is a rule - an A gets you a blow job and a spit-up on your Mommy-Boobsies’ face, a B gets you a boobie clench. However......" she trailed off momentarily, reaching her hands to the hem of her shirt and pulling it over her head, her gigantic breasts bounding free in the process, causing Henry's gaze once again to settle on her silver-dollar-sized nipples which were already hard with anticipation.

"However....?"

"I do recall I gave you a B-*plus*. So what do you say we split the difference? A nice old-fashioned jiggly titfuck, and when it's time for squirtsies you can pull that wiener out and stroke it off until you shoot all over my mouth. I’ll even drink some of your cum, poopsie. What do you say, Big Stuff? Does that sound fair?"

"Holy shit, does it ever!" Henry exclaimed giddily, unzipping his fly with one hand and fumbling with his belt with the other, anxious to get his pee pee between Hilda's cans and shoot off his achingly backed-up load.

"Let's get those motherfucking pants shucked off of you in a big fuckin' hurry, Sugar Prick! Momma wants to see your big beautiful wee wee, poopsie, and work that fat young cock of yours right betwixt her plump plentiful boom booms!" Hilda excitedly moaned as her naked jugs bounded heavily on her chest and shoulders as the blonde buxom educator undid Henry's pants button and began to take down his trousers with excitement, her son's boxer-encased penis erect and elongated as it swung to nudge her in the cheek. Hilda grabbed the fabric swell and squeezed it lovingly yet firmly. This only made her boobs jostle around all the more cartoonishly.

"Oh, Mommy-Boobs, take my dick out!" Henry ordered his chesty mother as she rubbed the bulge in his underwear against her forehead, nose and mouth.

"Mommy-Boobs has gotcha, baby," Hilda assured her boy as he fondled her familial knockers and she adroitly slid his boxers down over the freakish bulge he was proudly and unabashedly sporting. His heavily veined, amazingly thick and horsey-long penis sprang abruptly into view, his snake of an organ always taking his mother’s breath away every time she saw it. "Motherfuck, but I just want to swallow this ripe young cock of yours alive every time I see the son of a bitch! But rules are rules. You gotta start using your wee wee on Momma's boobies first. Tee hee! That ain't too bad of a consolation second prize. Plus, Momma's gonna letcha squirt her in the mouth, good fucker! Tee hee!" Henry didn't mind second prize at all. His big wiener wanted his mother’s fleshy hills somethin' awful, whether he was suckin' em or wee wee-in 'em. He was fucking happy either way.

"Yeah, I want to have a big messy spit-up right in Mommy-Boober's mothersucking mouth," Henry told her with a swarmy grin as he playfully twisted her big spacious nipple and then chuckled as she winced pleasurably and wrapped her small fist around his baseball-sized penis head and squeezed the spongy mushroom in a most enjoyable way, making her bazooms skip up and down. Hilda Humper's boobs had a lot of bounce to them and those fuckers were motherfucking heavy too, but firm and doughy and fleshy and motherfucking wonderful. "Just work the skin up and down on my weanie a minute before I shove this thing into that Grand Canyon you call your cleavage. Prime me, you pulchritudinous big-tittied bitch! Pull on my wee wee!"

"Oh, I always prime your pee pee pole before your big thingie goes spelunking down deep between my hilly Humper hooties, Killer Cock. You ought to know that fucking shit by now, Henry Herman Humper," the blonde 39-year-old golden-haired top-heavy educator told him, her tiny fist still hanging on to his foot-long fleshy naughty appendage like she was going to use the fucker to change gears. Henry's stalk grew dangerously hard in her grasp and he could feel the already giant head swell even fatter and larger inside her palm. Her J-cup boobies smacked together and Hilda squeezed him so hard that she almost grunted with the effort. It made his penis hurt so good. "Ohhhhhh, Henry," Hilda loosened her grip and her palm and thin fingers began to slide down the bone hardness of his boner, "Ooooooo, poopsie, it's gonna feel so good to sandwich you right between Momma's Boobsie Twins, your big fat fuckin' wee wee porkin' your parent's pontoon knockers like the motherfuckin' Wienermobile. How's your wee wee feelin' now, Henry?"

“Holy fuck, Mom! Oh, fucking shit, Mommy! Oh, horseshit and motherfucking titfuckers! Whooooo! My weeeeeee weeeeeeee! My wee wee is harder than a fucking diamond in an ice storm! If you keep tugging me like that I’ll end up shooting my fuck juice all over you before I even get a chance to go tittie spelunking! Ohhhhhhh, fuck, but it feels good though…………..” he trailed off abruptly, eyes rolling upward and knees weakening a little at the exquisite sensations his mother’s firm yet gentle grip was providing to his now-fully-erect twelve-inch penis. Henry, however, was missing a hell of a show now, the increasingly vigorous motion of Hilda’s hand job technique making her gigantic tits jiggle and shake like a pair of jello molds in an earthquake. Over the years Hilda had often been complimented by the thousands of lucky recipients of her patented wee wee tug that the visual of her bouncing titties was the best part. In fact, more than a few of her own male students had been so mesmerized by the visual that they blew their loads all over her face after just a few strokes, sometimes to Hilda’s chagrin if she had other plans for their wee wee.

Remembering the promised sex act was a titfuck and not a hand job, Hilda loosened her grip further and used her free hand to squirt a bit of lotion into her cleavage, readying the cavernous valley between her 38 triple-J mommy mams with lubrication in anticipation for the wee wee that was to come. And cum.

“Sweetie, remember. You’re getting a tittfuck. I promised you that in exchange for all your hard work and when Hilda Hannah Humper makes a promise, she keeps it. Especially when that promise involves my baby’s big ol’ organ and a fresh batch of my baby’s baby batter! Tee hee!” Hilda used the remaining lotion on her hand to slather up Henry’s elephant’s trunk of a cock from balls to tip, wanting to give him a nice slippery ride in her terrific tittie tunnel. “Alright, baby, the runway is prepped and you’re clear for landing! Slap that big ol’ juicy young deliciously veiny hard Humper fuckstick of yours in between my control towers and bring him home, Major Titfucker! Tee hee!”

"Yes, ma'am! Major Titfucker preparing to land my fucking glider right between those big fat control tower mammaries, Mommy!" Henry exclaimed with excitement as he stood up right in front of a seated Hilda, her otherworldly freakishly cartoonish boobies seeming to take up nearly the entire upper half of her otherwise petite little body. She wore only panties at this point and Henry was quite sure that those would likely be coming off later, that is if Hilda wasn't too tuckered after her tits got fuckered to get her pussy fuckered too. "Can you give the glider a little more space between the towers so he can get the nose of the plane between 'em?"

"Tee hee, of course, silly! And by nose, you mean 'big fat motherfuckin' mushroom wee wee cockhead' right?" Hilda giggled as she placed a small hand under each of her gargantuan globes and pried the heavy weather balloon-sized mounds apart to show him just how lovely, dark and deep her cleavage really fucking was. "Oooooooo, cause I love your big fat motherfuckin' mushroom wee wee cockhead the best, tee hee! Cuz that's the thing all your semen comes out of."

"Oh, I want in, I want in!" Henry moaned, his twelve-inch penis now directly level with her hilly knockers. "Oh, my wee wee's hungry and starving for fuck!"

"Well, get in, get in, baby!" Hilda vociferously ordered him, barely holding her J-jugs apart, her breasts looking like they would slap together violently if she let them go. "Your mother's gonna feed your famished Mr. Wean a straight diet of boobies and fuck! Tee hee! Now get your pee wee between 'em and I'll wank ya with my milkwagons, motherfucker! Tee hee hee!"

“Yee Haw! Time to saddle up and ride! I’m gonna drive this cock rocket straight into Big Tittie Gulch! Ha ha! It sure beats Dry Gulch!” Henry exclaimed, the two familial fuckers mixing their analogies up absurdly, but neither of them really caring much at the moment. Placing his hands atop Hilda’s splayed titties for leverage, Henry slapped his foot-long fuckstick forcefully right down the middle, the head of his cock smacking against Hilda’s breastbone with an audible “thwap” that stung the sensitive skin of his frenulum in a not unpleasant way. With his wee wee warrior in place, Hilda released her prying grip on each of her jumbo juggies, the pair of pleasure pillows crashing together in a slap of jiggly soft flesh and forming a velvety sheath for her son’s semen sword. Henry wasted almost no time going to work and began giving Hilda’s clenching boobies a few test pumps up and down, going slowly at first to savor the pleasure he always felt within the snug confines of his mother’s boobs.

“Oooooooh… that’s it, baby. Now you’re totally innnnnnn. Doesn’t that feel good? Does Mr. Wee Wee likey?” Hilda cooed, sexily encouraging her boy’s thrusting with motherly encouragement and pressing her tits inward from both sides with her hands, the doughy flesh of her jugs pillowing upward like a muffin top and squeezing Henry’s staff like a slippery vice. “Stroke that cock up and down. Slide, Mr. Wee Wee, slide. Slide, Mr. Wee Wee, slide. Mmmmmmm. That’s it, sweetie. Saw that cock between my titties. Uuuuuuup and dooown, uuuuup and dooooown,” she intoned in sync with his movements, briefly sticking her tongue out to lap up a stray bit of pre-cum from the tip of Henry’s penis as it darted towards her face before disappearing into her cleavage cave once more. “Mmmmmm, a nice little appetizer! You getting ready to serve me up the main course, Humperfucker?” Miss Humper asked rhetorically with a knowing grin, leaning over to steal a glance at Henry’s balls and anticipating the reception of their overstuffed contents. “Momma’s in the mood for a little bedtime snack!”

"Uhh! Uhh! Uhh!" Henry grunted, now humping vigorously up and down at the waist, his penis darting up and down her cleavage almost in a blur, the eighteen-year-old youth naked and standing before his mother, who was also nude to the waist and who now proffered her Humper juggers for some sweetly enjoyable sexual outercourse, as Hilda had dubbed it. She only called it outercourse because he didn't have his wee wee inside of her vagina, at least not yet. "Momma, my balls are fuuuuulllllll! Ohh! Ohh! Ohh! Ohh! It ain't gonna be a snack. Ohhhhhhh, you'll be able to make a fucking meal out of my motherfucking wee wee juice!"

"Yes, poopsie! Motherfuck, yes! Oh, Henry, do it! Do it! Hump 'em, love! Hump 'em harder! When you get good grades, baby, then wee wee really gets fed! Fucker my funbags good!" Hilda encouraged him still further, Henry literally jabbing his cockhead against her tongue as she stuck her tongue out, more semen leaking out of his urethra, some of it licked off by her tongue, some dribbling on her fuck-ready tits and some just running down onto the tree-thick shaft as her plump proud sweater puppies bounded heavily up and down even as Henry held the edge of a mammary in each hand and porked her dirigibles like a motherfucking champ. "Oh, Mom! Oh, Momma! Oh, Mommy! Oh, Mommy-Boobs! Almost.......I'm almost gonna!"

"Tee hee! You're almost gonna what, Henry?"

"Wee wee's almost gonna…..ohhhhhhh……...gonna have a big spit-up!"

"Oh, Henry, do it, fucker, do it! Let it out, let it go for Mommy! Don't hold it all in! Tee hee! It'll make your balls feel yucky if you hold it in!"

Henry’s hips were now practically a blur, his butt muscles clenching and unclenching with herculean vigor as he pistoned his tool up and down Hilda’s cavernous cleavage, the boy desperate to free the pent-up load in his bloated balls and release it all over his mother’s countenance.

“Oh, shit! Oh, fuck! Oh, titfucking, cocksucking motherfucking goddamn shit! Oh, Mommy, it tingles so good! I’m gonna! I’m fucking gonna! I’m fucking gonna fucking blow! I’m gonna fucking shoot it all over you! Oh, get ready, TANK TITS! I may have only gotten a B, but I can tell this orgasm is gonna be, ohhhhhhhhhh, shit, an A-plus! An A-plus on your triple-J’s! Uh! Fuck! HERE IT COMES!”

Roaring like a lion, Henry threw his head back and thrust his dick through the upward end of Hilda’s gigantic sheath of tittie and felt the first blast of jizz pulse through his shaft like a fresh-tapped oil well.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Fuuuuuuuuuuuuucccccckkkkkkkk!” Henry cried, his hips temporarily locking and penis twitching as a long volley of especially thick semen rocketed out the head of his urethra and splattered Hilda’s neck and chin with such force that it ricocheted in several directions, much of it falling downward in a sleet of white goo that dripped all over the upper slopes of her massive jugs.

"More, Henry! More! Give Mommy-Boobs all of your sticky fucking baby batter, poopsie pee wee boy!" Hilda squealed as another shot of Henry's volleying semen hit her in the mouth, her pouty and open lips receiving his sticky seed as her tongue savored it and then she took it down her gullet. Henry whipped his twelve-inch penis out of her cleavage and Hilda yanked it several times for him with her hand as Henry aimed his friendly weapon at her inhumanly huge milkwagons. "Squirt on them fuckers!" Hilda growled with a grin as dollops of wee wee juice basted her big pouty nips and areolas, covering the pink teats in a coating of white.

"Oh, shit, but it feels good, Mom! It feels so good in my wee wee! Fuck!" Henry grunted as his missile-sized man meat continued to spurt out white ropes of cum.

Henry’s firehose of a fuckstick was absolutely rocketing jizz now, the next two shots squirting out of his urethra with such force that they shot right over his jerking mother’s shoulder, the gloriously stacked blonde minx adjusting her aim lower to make sure the next shots made their way to their intended targets, her cavernous valley of 38 triple-J cleavage.

“Uh! Uh! Uh! Oh! Oh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Oh, Mommy! Uh! Oh, it feels so good! Oh, fuck me! Oh, fucking horseshit! Oh, my weeeee weeeeee! Uh! Uh! Uh!” Henry mindlessly groaned, each grunt punctuating another wave of pleasure in his shaft as more and more of his semen spat from right the fuck out of his cock’s giant head and onto his mother’s unspeakably mountainous mams, making her set of Alps look as white as a winter titfucking wonderland.

“Mmmmmm, that’s it, baby. Let Momma milk out every last drop,” Hilda encouraged in a breathy voice, her hand slowing its pace and squeezing a little harder as Henry’s epic orgasm began to wind down, his breathing ragged with pleasurable exertion and a dazed smile creeping across his face as his eyes rolled back in his head. As his ejaculate finally slowed to a trickle, Hilda released his satisfied member and surveyed the mess on her chest. Henry always squirted prodigious loads, but she was particularly impressed with the volume and coverage of this one. Her big boy knew how to ejaculate! Hilda was essentially soaked with semen from chin to nipples, thick rivers of cum streaking her enormous globes and dripping over the sides like a pair of gigantic pastries hot from the oven and freshly glazed. Hilda Humper was beaming with pride.

The sperm-soaked 39-year-old MILF scooped up a string of cum from her right breast and took a lick, savoring the salty sweet flavor of her son’s spunk, a little treat she always enjoyed after the many sex acts they frequently engaged in together. Smacking her lips in satisfaction, she looked up at her practically hyperventilating son and gave him a soothing motherly smile.

“Feel better, sweetie? I take it you enjoyed your reward?” she asked him rhetorically before scooping a couple more fingerfuls of jizz from her fleshy mountains with her long fingernails and dripping them onto her tongue.

Henry took a minute to compose himself, his penis still tingling with the afterglow of the violent spit-up he had just produced on his Momma’s Mommy-Boobs, along with her Mommy-face and her Mommy-hair. His fucking breathing was finally slowing to normal. His penis felt good. Thank goodness for both Mommy and her Boobs.

“Oh, man! Titterfucker me! Wow wee, my fucking wee wee! Mom, that was fucking incredible as shit! I swear, it doesn’t matter how many times you titfuck me, Mommers! Ha ha ha! That shit, it NEVER gets old! I don’t think I’ll ever find another pair of titties that can make my penis feel this spectacular!”

Finally opening his eyes and surveying the scene, Henry laughed out loud when he saw the fruits of his orgasm, which were now spread in lurid jizzy fashion along the slopes and valleys of his mother’s bodacious bosom bazoom boom booms.

“Holy shit, Mom! I really messed you up good, didn’t I? Are you even going to be able to lick all that sticky up? I think you may need some tissues! I had no idea I came that goddamn much! I’m surprised there’s no smoke coming off of my wee wee after all that shooting!”

“Well, if there was smoke coming OFF OF OR OUT OF your wee wee, poopsie, I would suck it down into my lungs like I was smokin’ your cock like your Granny smokes a Camel unfiltered cigarette.”

“Mom, Granny smokes my cock too.”

“Touche.”

Hilda had already managed to clean up most of the jizz from around her right nipple at this point, but was still comically glazed in her son’s baby batter. Her titanic motherly teatsies were fucking covered. Henry had literally emptied his wee wee onto her jubblies. In the process of cleaning up her boobies, practicality won out.

“Well, you know how much I love eating your wee wee juice, sweetie. Mmmmmm. Oh, Henry, that’s fucking tasty! Fuck, yes! Oh, and you know how much I love drinking from your cock and balls, Wee Wee Boy. But you may be right. That was quite a fucker of a load you spat on my ta tas out of Momma’s favorite mushroom. Tee hee! I think I may need some Kleenex to get tidied up here.”

“You sure got a good dong-dousing! Them titties are in Cum City! Ha! Ha! Ha!”

"Uh oh, Henry, " Hilda said in a concerned voice, her knockers quaking slightly as she turned around in Henry's swivel chair to grab a tissue to clean off her inhumanly large udders. "Oh, Henry, it looks like some of your spit-up from your, tee hee, ‘dong-dousing’ may have missed the mark a little bit. There’s a heeuge freakin’ large amount of semen on your paper!"

"Oh, fuck! Goddamn it! Damn my dong and his overdousing and shit!" Henry cried breathlessly, his afterglow quickly evaporating and his rock-hard erection beginning to soften as he worried that the projectile penile eruption from his rewarded boob clench had inadvertently ruined his Gatsby assignment. Yet he couldn't help but inwardly chuckle at the irony. "I don't have to rewrite it, do I, Mom? I worked so fucking hard on it and I already fucking gave it to you and you fucking graded it and I got a fucking B-plus and everything and....."

"Fucking calm down, Henry. I'm sure your jizz from where you fucked my titties didn't cause too much harm to your homework, poopsie. Let me take a look at..." the breast-laden Humper stopped suddenly as she put on her glasses and surveyed the damage to Henry’s homework assignment, noticing that Henry's wad had been particularly voluminous on this occasion of boob-fucking mommy mammary family outercourse, his initial volley having deposited thick stray globs of semen all over the second to last page of the essay. "Well, maybe just a TAD...." Hilda was well aware that the page was nearly ruined, but the thoughtful educator, fornicator and chesty mother was trying to soften the blow a little bit. Henry deserved at least that much after he had worked so hard and wanked his foot-longer schlonger up and down with her cleavage and all the flesh surrounding it and achieved a hearty Humper conclusion. And he had worked nearly as hard on his Gatsby assignment. Well, not really, but Hilda always tried to soften any blow by hardening the cock nearest her, sometimes by a blow.

"Fucking shit!" Henry angrily cursed as he looked over her shoulder to survey the damage, his neck straining a bit with the angle needed to see past his mother's gargantuan udders, the upper slopes which were even more splattered with cum than the paper underneath them. "Mom, I knew I should have pulled out earlier! It just felt so good in there and my pecker was so tingly and soooo hard and soooo hungry for fuck that I didn't even notice the first rope shooting out until it was too late! My wee wee’s getting frisky now just talking about it, Mom! I don’t want to have to write again! I’m too horny to even think straight! But it looks like I’m going to have to rewrite that whole fucking section thanks to my big ol’ spittin’ tube steak!"

"Actually, Sugar Wean," Hilda naughtily interrupted with a slightly girlish laugh as she softly touched the bulbous head of his dick with her boobs and began reading the soiled page more closely, "you might not have to do that after all, sweetie."

"What do you mean?" Henry replied, relieved that he might be excused from duplicate work, unless it meant titfucking her again and ejaculating a second time.

"Well, you mostly lost points for some minor grammatical errors, some tit-related non sequiturs and shit like that and a few errant passages, which on this page appear to mostly have been.....*ahem* - fixed."

"Fixed? What the…..? What the fuck are you talking about, Mom?"

"Well, Henry, it seems as if that foot-long stalk of tallywacker you've got dangling between your legs doubles as a bottle of White-Out. Tee hee! Look!" Hilda exclaimed, holding up Henry's essay in front of her sperm-splashed tits and pointing at the extensive spillage of cum that had splattered onto his homework. "Look, Henry. This little glob of jizz right here blotted out a hanging preposition at the end of a sentence, that stain down there removed a superfluous apostrophe in that use of ‘its’, and your big wad in the middle of the page almost completely erased that misplaced sentence about Jordan's bra size! Tee hee hee! Wow, baby! Your semen works better than Liquid Paper! Talk about a ‘dong-dousing’! Tee hee! You’ve got correction fluid semen, Henry!"

Henry laughed and touched his teacher mother’s big right speed bump of a lady lump. He was still slightly confused, but he could be forgiven, considering that his English teacher and his English homework were both wearing a quart of his wee wee juice.

"Whaaaaattttt? Wait a minute, Mom. You mean I don’t have to rewrite this Gatsby shit? I get a B-plus?"

"Oh, even better than that, sweetiecock! Tee hee! Mmmmm! Tee hee, sweetiecock, your sweetiecock’s jizz-assisted corrections of yours, tee hee, are enough to add....I'd say.....a good five or six points onto your grade, based on my usual rubric. In its current stained and semi-corrected state, I'd actually give this paper a cock-solid A-minus!"

To drive the point home, Hilda Hannah Humper, reaching towards her glistening zeppelin, took one long manicured fingernail, wiped a stray glob of her son’s semen off the end of her pink and still erect nipple and smeared it over the bottom of the last page, erasing her previous mark with his sticky penile excretions. Picking up her specialty red grader’s pen, which had been monogrammed with the letters ‘WWC’ in gold engraving, she neatly wrote a large “A-” right next to a shiny string of his jism. Hilda looked up proudly at her son and beamed, still chuckling to herself at the absurd turn of events. She loved his young penis and he loved her middle-aged boobs.

"Holy shit! For real, Mom? No shit? My cock? Thanks!" Henry added graciously, leaning down to give Hilda a big kiss on the cheek and a hug around the waist, his hands almost instinctively hefting and squeezing her braless balloons as he did so, instantly returning a bit of life to his mostly deflated penis.

"Totally for real, Big Stuff! No shit, baby boy! Tee hee! Yep! Your cock and nobody else’s! Just your fat fucking cock! You’re so fucking welcome! But don't thank me, Henry. You earned that A- all by yourself!” Hilda could feel herself getting increasingly turned on at her son's casual yet sensual touch of her feminine mounds as he unabashedly groped her oversized glands. "Well, that foot-long trouser snake of yours had a little help from Hildy-Boobs."

She swiveled around in Henry's desk chair to face him and grabbed hold of his slowly stretching erection forcefully with a dainty free hand, her face, neck, and most of her enormous breasts still covered with a substantial amount of semen from Henry's earlier explosive eruption.

"I think it's time he.....and you....." the Humper mother continued, looking up into her son's eyes with a gaze that was now neither maternal nor professorial, but conveyed much more carnal and naughty intentions. "...claimed your reward, don't you think?" Hilda winked at her son as she gave him a squeeze on the private part between his legs and smiled when his member began to speedily solidify and rise before her eyes.

"Reward?" Henry asked, wide-eyed with lust, yet slightly confused, but careful not to look a gift horse in the mouth as he felt gloriously pleasurable sensations once again pulsing through the length of his twelve-inch wiener from his mother's gentle touch; he eyeballed her honeydew melon honkers. "What do you mean, Mom? For my grade? I though the titfuck you just gave me was my reward. Ohhhhh, you mean you want to put my…..ohhhhhh…..in your…...ohhhhhh…...mou….owwwww……..owwwwwww……..tttthhhh!”

Hilda was giving her son's now almost completely erect penis a heavy-handed squeeze as he moaned with her heavenly handling of his hogleg. The busty momma squeezed his wee wee with her right hand and used her left to gently push him against the wall as she moved from the chair and went to her knees in front of him. Her jumbo boobs rippled and bounced and did a boobsie dance.

"Henry, what the fuck did I say earlier? A rule is a rule. That titfuck was for a B paper."

"And? Oooooooh, fucking shuck and suck and fuck me motherfucking sideways, that feels good!"

"And if I'm not mistaken, there is now an A paper sitting on your desk, young man,” Hilda finished, titties dangling as she knelt, his mother running her tongue along the underside of his frenulum, Henry's penis now engorged to a raging twelve inches of pulsing erectness as she licked its sweet spot. "And an A paper gets a blow job, remember?"

"Oohhhhh, you're so fucking right, Mom. I guess a rule is a rule. Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Fuuuuuuuck, that feels fuuuuuuuucking goo-oo-oo-ood, Mooooommmmeeeeeee! But I thought you gave me an A-minus?" Henry added stupidly as the sweet velvet softness of his mother’s mouth placed itself around his supreme Humper organ sending a jolt of electricity through his growing tool. The high school student quickly realized that his thoughtless correction might cost him a perfectly good wee wee wash from his cartoonishly boobishly-laden Bust-Mommy that bobbed ever so gingerly in her bazooms.

*slurp slurp* Hilda was definitely giving him head now. She suckled on the head of Henry's penis noisily for a few seconds before shrugging her shoulders and answering.

"Eh, close enough. Besides, with the way your aim is tonight, who the fuck knows? You might end up making a few more 'corrections' and bump your grade up another few points! Tee hee! Now get in my mouth and get to humpin’ my throat and then to shootin’! Tee hee hee!" Hilda Humper laughed before putting her lips all the way around Henry's bulbous cockhead and gliding her mouth four inches down the bone-hard shaft, beginning a rhythmic bob of her head and settling into her task with gusto. Henry smiled as he watched the sight and heard the sound of the heavy flesh of each of her giant orbs as they bumped together.

"Ohhhhhh! Uhhhhhh! Fuuuuuuccckkkkk, that feels amazing, Mom! I used to wonder why you fought so hard to get me into your class, even though, ohhhhhhhh, technically parents aren’t supposed to have their own children as students. Oh, Mom, you just wanted me in your class so that you could use my wee wee as an incentive for me to do a good job on my English homework! I understand now! Ohhhhhhhh, shit!" Henry cried out, his cock tingling and balls swinging against her chin as he began to slowly thrust into his mother's mouth, his breathing becoming ragged and strained with pleasure as he felt her nails scratching tenderly on his plum-sized nutsack and her Hindenburg honkers beat him in the kneecaps. "And it worked, Mom. Ohhhh, did it ever fucking work! Suck me, teacher! Suck my wee wee good! No more pencils! No more books! Lots more teacher's DIRTY PILLOWS! Ha! Ha! Fuck, yeah! My wee wee feels better than you could ever imagine! Oh, Mom, I love making the grade!"

THE END