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!"
“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