2 comments/ 58270 views/ 15 favorites Wee Wee Camp: Shop Till You Drop By: MeetTheHumpers Starring juggied June Humper and hung Henry Humper in: "Wee Wee Camp: Shop Till You Drop" Written by Victor C. Nathan and Chantal Lefleur Edited by Victor C. Nathan "What are we going to do today, Nana?" Henry Humper asked his overly endowed, heavily breasted grandmother, June as he sat at the kitchen table finishing his glass of orange juice while openly gawking at June's deep cleavage as seen above the neckline of the robe she wore and had tied loosely at the waist. "Have you thought of anything for us to do?" "As a matter of fact, Henry, I have," June responded, leaning forward to pour Henry more juice and give him a view right down the front of her robe at the huge round swells of her twin titans. "I thought we might go to Kimberly Buxsom's Bra Barn. It's time I went and did a little bra shopping. I go through a lot of bras trying to keep these big fuckers of mine restrained, tee hee hee. How does that sound to you, Henry? That is, unless you think you might get too bored going bra shopping with your old Granny. It could be fucking deadly damn dull, I guess." "Dull, my ass!" Henry snapped, still gaping down the front of June's loosely tied robe at the rounded roaring huge tops of her ta ta tittie toppers as the blonde busty beauty cleared several empty plates from the tabletop. "Your big fucking boobies need fucking support! You owe those big ol' fuckers a good support system! It's a solemn duty to capture and contain those motherfucking mountains, and I mean to be there to make sure you fulfill that sacred vow to your top-heavy boobahs, Nana! I wouldn't think of letting them down, and we need to find you a fucking boulder holder that won't let them down and fucking out either! Hell yeah, we will complete that honorable mammary mission!" "Well then, Henry," June continued, her jugs wobbling under the fabric of her garment as she moved. "You better finish up your breakfast while I start clearing away the dishes, then we can get dressed and go." "Holy fucking shit, Nana. This is better than the lake, the carnival and our rainy day fun. Hell, it's better than the whole fucking summer put together!" Henry enthused, picking up his glass again and downing the juice in one big gulp before grabbing a handful of June's left breast as she continued to clear the table. "I fucking love bra shopping. I always go with Mom, and sometimes she even lets me help her try them on. Yippeeee! I love bra shopping!" "Then let go of my tittie and go and get dressed," June laughed, slapping his hand away from her awesome assets playfully. "I'm going to get dressed too, so hurry up. The sooner we get there, the sooner we can start having fun." "Fun, fun, fun, till Nana takes the tee tees away!" Henry sang, releasing her bustline reluctantly and, having already showered, coincidentally with his globular-globbed grandmother, he rose to head towards his bedroom. "Whoooaaaaa! I can't go get dressed when you....." "No, you can't, Henry," June giggled, her whoppers wobbling as her hand grasped. "Cause I've got your cock, big fucker. Mmmmmm!" "Wowsers!" Henry gasped audibly as the zeppelin-bazoomed 60-year-old blonde in front of him forcefully gripped the front of his boxers, her hand closing around the snake that she had forced from the fly of his shorts. "That's some grip you've got there, old girl." "Only when I'm gripping something I like, big fella," June Humper cooed, squeezing his unleashed cock as her bobbly boobies jiggled and juggled up and down. "Well, if you're going to play, so am I," Henry laughed, reaching into June's robe and grabbing at her enormous fleshy funbags, so large that even his big hands couldn't contain all of her soft flesh. "Now, Henry," June admonished him, reluctantly letting go of his jumbo johnson as her rack rippled. "If we don't stop this right now, we both know where it will end, and we'll never get out of here, tee hee." "Yeah, I know, Nana," Henry replied, reluctantly letting go of her bodacious blouse bunnies. "It usually ends up with you on your back with your legs around my waist, ha ha. Come to think of it, maybe..........." "No, Henry," June said firmly, anticipating the ending of his sentence. "I really need to get to Ms. Buxsom's shop, so hurry up and get dressed, you naughty boy. I want to be in the car and on our way in fifteen minutes. Hmmmmmmmmmm. But on second thought, I guess we could fit in a quick little humpy though, my sweet little wee wee bear. I'll tell you what. Be up in my bedroom in ten minutes. I just need to clear the table and load the dishwasher. A little humpy humpy never hurt anybody, after all, and plus, the AC is on in there full blast so we won't get all sweaty and won't have to shower again afterwards." "You're right, Granny. A little fucking humpy humpy never hurt anybody," Henry agreed, flicking a finger against each of her teatsies as he turned toward the stairs. "Now get up there on that mattress, Henry, and shuck those boxers off and get that wee wee of yours pointing right at the ceiling. I want that big fucker pointing due north when I get up there, Henry Humper! Understand, wee wee warrior?" Around thirty minutes later...... "Wow, Nana! That was really fucking spectacular!" Henry told his buxom and voluptuous grandmother as he rose from the bed and began to get dressed. "You drained my bodily fluids three times, you sexy sexagenarian you!" "And all three times were gushers, Henry," June replied, struggling to fasten her blouse over the huge swell of her chest that was only barely restrained by the heavily reinforced fabric of her bra. "Now get those pants on, good fucker, and let's get going." Five minutes later, Henry and June were flying down the highway, June behind the wheel, her large chest sticking out so far in front of her that she had to adjust the driver's seat by pushing it back a few inches and still managed to hit her breasts with the steering wheel every time she moved it to the left or right. "Ha ha! Those big titties of yours are a driving hazard!" Henry laughed, gaping at her outcropping orbs that jumped every once in a while. "Holy fucking shit!" June whooped gleefully, each breast fleshily tapping the steering wheel as she maneuvered the car skillfully. "I mean, three fucking times, baby! Three fucking fucks, sweet fucker! My cunny is purring with contentment!" "Well, my wee wee is pretty fucking happy too, Granny," the young Humper replied smilingly, eyeing her steering wheel squashed sacks of knocker, having already pulled his penis out of his pants as soon as he got in the car, his semi-erection swaying laconically with every bump in the road. "I'm so happy right now, I could kiss you," June laughed, one of her hooters pushing hard against the wheel before her. "Good idea, Nana," Henry agreed, leaning towards her and her chesty form. "Not there, baby," June dismissed him, her bomber-sized bazooms shifting as she moved her view from the road and leaned to plant a resounding smack of a kiss on the end of his slowly expanding and crudely naked stalk. "Mmmmmmmm," Henry moaned, leaning back in the bucket seat of his grandparents' car, his eyes closed, resting his head against the headrest as his brain filled with visions of sugartits. "I love it when you do that, you naughty Nana." "And I love it too, babycakes," June purred, reluctantly removing her attention from Henry's big cock and returning it to the road, laughing as her boobies dimpled against the steering instrument. "Now you better get that big humpstick of yours put away, baby," she instructed him at last, pulling her jugs back from the wheel as she finally located Ms. Buxsom's shop and turned into the parking lot. "We're here, sweetie." "Why, June, good morning. So lovely to see you," the red-headed, bust- laden bombshell Kimberly Buxsom said warmly as the even more bust- laden June and well-wee weed Henry entered her shop. "Welcome to Kimberly Buxsom's Bra Barn. And who is this handsome young man with you, June?" "So nice to see you, Kimberly," June said with a sincere smile as she reached out to give the shopkeeper a hug, their two sets of enormous tits pressing together as they embraced. "This is Hilda's boy, Henry. Henry, this is Ms. Kimberly Buxsom." "My goodness, aren't you a handsome one!" Kimberly exclaimed admiringly, studying Henry's form, her own mammoth bosom jutting out in front of her like a shelf, creamy white ample cleavage visible at the scoop neckline of her white blouse, her gorgeous fiery red hair hanging nearly down to her huge boobs. "Gosh, Ms. Buxsom, it's great to meet ya," Henry managed, gulping as he checked out the enormous curves of her two twin honkers, not even trying to hide his interest. "Gee whiz, you've got some big fucking puppies! Fuck, but you're heeeeeuge!" "Hee hee!" the heavily and bountifully endowed Ms. Buxsom tittered at his forwardness, leaning towards him to give him a better view of her cleavage. "And according to your Nana, you have a certain big 'soooomething' yourself, sweetums. I've heard that Junie's little grandbaby is now sporting quite a package." "Would ya like to see it?" Henry asked the bra-busting Buxsom hopefully, fumbling with his fly without even waiting for her response. "Henry, sweetie, not now," June smiled indulgently, the stacked grandparent patting her favorite boy on the shoulder. "Ms. Buxsom is working, baby." "Tee hee hee. It's a lovely offer, Henry. It really is," Kimberly responded, adjusting her jug-holders and looking at his crotch eagerly. "But your grandmother's right. I'm working right now. But maybe after work..........." "Hot damn! You got it!" Henry whooped, reluctant to tear his eyes away from the store owner's considerable chest charms. "What time does the store close?" "Henry, dear," June said, looking disapprovingly in Henry's direction. "We're here to shop for some new bras for me, sweetie. We're not here for you to show off your package to the staff. Now let go of your fly, baby, and help me find some pretty bras. Do you have anything new in the shop that you think I might like, Kimberly?" "Oh, June, we've got a lot of new strong tit-supporting brassieres that just came in," Kimberly Buxsom told her with a smile, adjusting her own extra strength bra as she did so, making her juggers quiver as she gave Henry a girlish wink that was drenched with playful seductiveness. "Check the section back near the changing rooms where the sign says 'STACKED TO THE CEILING' and you can find our new Cross Your Honkers brand brassiere. It's for women who are so big, no ordinary support can do their boobies justice." "Well, that describes my tits for fucking sure! Tee hee. Thanks, Kimberly," June said kindly, her K cups swaying as she turned to explore the store, grabbing her grandson by the front of his pants and pulling him away to help her. "Come on, Cocksanova. Let's get to the fucking bra shopping." "Have fun, kids. And I'll SEE YOU later, package and all, Henry Humper," Ms. Buxsom told Henry with a smile, snapping a bra strap noticeably as she gave him a smoldering look. "Oh, you bet you will!" Henry told her, reluctantly allowing himself to be pulled away by his charmingly chesty grandmother. "I can hardly wait!" "Now, Henry," June cautioned him, leaning in close to his body, pressing a bulging bazoom into his arm. "We're here to bra shop, not flirt with the fucking staff, no matter how fucking big their boobs are. I need some new bras, baby. Now come along. I need your help to find something to support these big fucking whoppers of mine." Finally finding the area that she had been directed to by the proprietor of the store, June carefully looked over the different kind of bras, inspecting each and every one of them to see if she thought them capable of supporting her more than mammoth mammaries. "What do you think of this one, Henry?" she asked him, holding up a bra with enormous cups for his inspection. "Do you think this one would hold these big titties of mine up and in, Henry?" "Which one is that?" Henry asked, his wee wee responding vigorously to the sight of his busty and bursting at the blouse grandma holding up a bra with cups deep enough to carry around a couple of fucking Brunswicks for a bowling tournament. "Hmmmmm," June paused, her pliable breasts jumping back and forth as she studied the label. "Wow. Holy fucking shit! This is the TitTrapper Tooter Hammock model. Gee whiz, it's got some humongous fucking cups on it, doesn't it, baby?" "It makes me want to squirt just thinking of you hauling your big ol' udders into that thing, Granny," the youngster admitted, studying the cups and then sneakily patting each of June Humper's humps of mam meat. "But the question is, will that big cavern-cupped fucker fit your crazy melon-sized cans? It's a big bra, but I don't think some of these manufacturers know what kind of crazy huge titties they are dealing with." "Easy, big fellow," June giggled as he handled her, patting the obvious bulge in Henry's khaki trousers. "Maybe we should go and see if it fits." "Holy fucking shit, can I help you try them on?" Henry asked eagerly, almost salivating at the thought of helping his behemoth-hootered Nana try to fit her tantalizingly titanic titties into various big boulder holders. "Can I, please?" "Oh, baby, of course you can," June said with a laugh and a naughty wink, whipping her whopping lumps of femininity out of his hands as she turned to a nearby display. "Just let me choose a few more so that you can help me try them all on to see which ones fit the best, okay, baby?" "How about this one, Nana?" Henry said, trying to be helpful as he held up a humongously huge-cupped bra made of sheer black lace. "I really like this one, cuz if you wore it, your big fucking nips would show through. Will you try it on, just for me?" "Oh, baby, you like my big fucking nips, don't you, poopsie? You like to suck 'em, don't you, my little wee wee bear? Sucky sucky on Nana like a little itsty bitsy baby. Ohhhhh, big fella, your pants are bunching out cause of your pee wee pocket rocket wanting Granny's boom booms. Of course I'll try it on for you and you can lick my nips through the fabric, Henry," June cooed, petting the lump in his trousers like a precious pet, her own sizable parts rippling in her cavern cups as she snatched several other bras from the nearby displays, knowing how needy her grandbaby and his young cock were in this moment of horniness. "Bra shopping. Bra shopping," Henry intoned in almost a trance of sexual need, pawing her paps and grabbing several more brassieres off of a nearby shelf. "Ohhhhhhh, Junie, I need." Henry leaned in unexpectedly and kissed June hard on the lips, mashing her knockers between the two closely located bodies as his mouth pressed urgently against hers, both of their mouths opening a bit. "Ahem!" said Ms. Buxsom, not wanting to intrude on a private moment. "Would you like to try those on, June?" "Tee hee hee," June giggled, pulling her mouth reluctantly from Henry's and drawing her hopping humps of honker away from his abdomen. "It's okay, Kimberly. Henry and I just can't seem to get enough of each other lately. We're going steady, you know." "Um......wow.......that's......lovely," the red-haired and top-heavy Kimberly Buxsom stuttered, not entirely sure what to say in response. "Would you like me to take these to the fitting room for you and help you try them on?" "No fucking way," Henry interjected immediately, dismissing the tremendously ta taed shop owner hastily. "I'm going to help her try them on. Why do you think I came shopping with her? These big pillow puppies of hers belong to me too, and I'll help her try these things on, okay?" "Well.......um.........sure, if you say so," Kimberly stammered again, reaching past her own tanker-like chest and handing the chosen bras to June, pointing the way to the fitting rooms. "But June, don't you think kissing your grandson, I mean, like THAT, is a little inappropriate. Some people would say maybe even a little gross." "Oh, Kimberly, I know it looks odd to an outsider," June explained, boobahs a-jumping as she talked and breathed, Henry drinking in their movement with his eyes as Ms. Buxsom tried to maintain a normal expression. "But ever since Henry came to visit at the beginning of this week, we just realized how much fun we have together. We are so compatible." "So since you are compatible, the two of you make out?" Kimberly asked incredulously, putting the bras in one easy carry bag for June to take inside the fitting room as her own jubblies did a flashy fleshy dance inside her top. "Not just make out. We do a lot of other things too," June told her, jutting out her watermelon honkers proudly as she spoke. "Ever since Henry got to the farm, we found out how compatible our parts are too. I'll suck his big wee wee or he'll suck my big ol' titties. Sometimes he shoves his dick between my boobs and just squirts his jizz all over my fucking face. That's when we aren't humping. I mean, Henry does enjoy burying his boner, after all. We have sex all the time." "Oh my goodness, June! You and Henry have sex?" Ms. Buxsom responded, bosoms heaving as she tried to digest the information. "You are actually saying that you and Henry....um.........do it?" "Why yes, yes we do," June responded with a giggle, her huge hooters bobbing and swaying against her chest as she erupted in girlish laughter. "And all the fucking time, too." "Oh my," said Ms. Buxsom, her boobs rising with a deep breath as she blushed to the roots of her red hair as she realized the implications of June Humper's words. "That is so fucking cool, June. I mean, really. You have big knockers and Henry has a big package. It's a match made in heaven, tee hee." "It really is," June retorted proudly, patting Henry's crotch affectionately as he simultaneously reached out with both hands to fondle her mountainous mammaries. "What a couple," Kimberly muttered, swiveling her hips and shaking her tossing titties as she walked away slightly jealous that June was monopolizing this 18-year-old whose wee wee she greatly wanted to see. "They certainly are!" Henry shouted after her, a hand under each of his grandma June's zeppelins, pushing them up and down like he was weighing their mind-blowing girth and diameter in his shaking hands. "They's some big motherfucking TITTIES right here! Bone ya later, Kimmy girl!" "We'll see!" Ms. Buxsom shouted back over her boob-supporting shoulder with a slight laugh, despite her surprise. "You wolf!" June scolded her new steady with a snicker, holding the bag of monstrous bras in one hand and hauling Henry towards the fitting room with the other by his cock and balls. "Not so rough, Nana!" he protested, flicking her nearest knocker with his middle finger. "Oh, Henry, I thought you liked it rough. You sure did when we were in bed earlier!" Their frenzied activity and conversation had already drawn the attention of several bra shopping customers. "Well, I never!" June heard one elderly woman sniff, holding her head in the air as though she had just detected a foul odor. "Tsk! Tsk! Tsk!" "Well maybe you should try it sometime, you frigid old busybody," June sneered at her, pushing her prodigious chest charms proudly out in front of her in her ire. "Maybe if you got yourself some young cock, you wouldn't be so damn uptight!" With that, June turned on her heel and with Henry still in tow, made her way to the fitting rooms, her chest still heaving behind the thin fabric of her blouse as indignation continued to rile her. "Oh, forget what that old biddy said," Henry told her, glancing at her globs of engorged boober meat salaciously. "As long as we have each other, no one else matters, right?" Wee Wee Camp: Shop Till You Drop "Oh, you really are my sweet boy, aren't you, poopsie?" June purred, opening the door to the closest fitting room and stepping inside, tits entering first. The giant-boobed 60-year-old pulled her baby inside by his weiner, smiling toothily at him as they entered and June swung the door shut and latched it. "N-n-now let's get your blouse off!" Henry stammered and exclaimed jubilantly as the barrel-chested blonde hottie beside him released his fabric-encased dick at last, after her vice grip of his shaft. "Off with the clothing, off with the bra!" "Tee hee. And then on with the bra, sillyass," Mrs. Humper tittered as she undid the buttons down the front of her 'bursting with boobie' blouse, grinning seductively at his enthused demeanor. "Well, can't we fucking linger just a few fucking minutes before we start stretching and forcing one of these hammock fuckers over your fucking funbags?" he asked her, touching and feeling her shaking sweat glands as she dropped her blouse and then her monstrous bra to the floor. "I mean, since your bra is fucking off, can't you wait just a few minutes before we try to get another one of the fuckers on your jugs?" "Henry, sweetie," June cooed, smiling affectionately at her daughter's well endowed male child as he fondled her gloriously naked jubblies. "If I let you play with Nana's ta tas now, we'll be here all fucking day. Don't you think we should just get these bras tried on and get out of here?" "If I can't play, I'm not going to help you try them on," Henry pouted, a sullen expression on his face as he played with her powerfully heavy pappies. "You know your big bazoombas drive me crazy. How am I just supposed to see 'em and not touch 'em?" "Oh, Henry," June laughed, reaching out and stroking the side of Henry's face with the back of her hand as he explored the surface of both of her mounds of skin. "I'm sorry, baby. If you want to play for a minute, you go right ahead. I was thoughtless. Forgive me?" "Oh, hell yeah!" Henry shouted, leaning down with open mouth and managing to capture one of her pert nipples in his lips while he fondled her other breast with his hands, kneading it, squeezing it and occasionally tweaking its nipple playfully between his thumb and index finger. "Oh, you big baby! Wowweeeeeeee weeeeeeeee weeeeeeee, wee wee! That fucking tickles, you tittie-sucking son of a bitch! Ohhhhhhhh!" June shrieked as Henry manhandled her juggernaut jaunts of juggedness as he drew on her nipple and areola with enough force to convince her jiggling udders to give milk. June was sad at this moment that she had none to give this little eager beaver of a breastfeeding boy. "Mmmmmpppphhhh!" her grandson grunted, mouth full of an erect fucking nip and as much of the skin of her boob as he could pull into his oral cavity. "Suuuuccckkkk me, fucker! SUCK ME! YES, SUCK, SUCK! SUCK MY TITTIE! HARDER! SUCK ME HARDER, GOOD SUCKER! OOOOOO! YEEEESSSS!" the tittie matriarch screamed in a voice that sounded as if she were being tortured by some mammary-loving megalomaniac. "June! Henry!" came Kimberly Buxsom's voice as she poked her head into the fitting room. "We can hear the two of you all over the damn store! Customers are asking what the heck is going on in here. You are going to have to keep it down. I mean, really!" And with that, the proprietor of the Bra Barn gave Henry and June a withering look and withdrew once again. "Holy shit, what a wet blanket," June sighed, reluctantly pushing Henry away from her breasts and drying her elongated nipple with a corner of her discarded blouse. "Oh well, I guess we had better get on with the job at hand, Henry. Which one should I try on first?" "How about this one?" Henry asked, holding up a pretty pink brassiere that looked fairly well constructed and reinforced in all the important spots. "This one looks as though it could tame your big honkers, Nana." "Alright, Henry. Pass it here," June said, grabbing her breasts and hoisting them up in front of her before the full length mirror. "I think I may have to sort of hold my big titties up while you try and get the bra fastened around my chest. Think you can handle that, Henry?" "Well, yeah, I can," Henry responded, looking somewhat crestfallen as he gazed at his new steady girlfriend's bulged out breasts with lovesickness in his eyes. "But I'd really prefer to be the one holding your big boom booms up." "Henry, please, can't we do it my way? Please, sweetie?" "Oh, all right," Henry sighed, unable to pull his gaze away from the enormous breasts resting in his grandmother's small hands. "I guess I can." With June holding her boobies up and in, out of the way, Henry stood behind June and reached his arms around her, grasping the bra in his left hand. Passing one end of it to his other hand, he grappled with it, pulling on it as hard as he could to try and get the two ends to meet behind his grandmother's back, as she tried to ease her gigantic jugs into the formidable cups. "I've nearly got it!" Henry yelled triumphantly, pulling the fabric ends together and biting his tongue at the effort it took to hold the ends together and fasten the hooks and eyes with the flood of Granny's hooters straining against the fabric. "There, I think I've got it! What do you think?" "Wow, it sure does look pretty, doesn't it, sweetie?" June asked him, observing herself from all angles in the mirrors, her awesome orbs jutting out in a superbly swollen way. "See, it seems to be holding them! I wonder if I can push my titties way out in front in this one. That's the real test." "Stick 'em out, Nana!" Henry urged, almost salivating at the thought of seeing her fucking crazy shelf of a bosom jutting insanely forward. "Stick 'em way the fuck out." June took a deep breath, and inhaling slowly, pushed her chest out about as far as she could make it go, her large, overripe melons straining the fabric of the bra she wore. "Eureka, I think we've found it!" Just when June was convinced that their shopping expedition had been a success on the first try, the fitting room was filled with the sound of fabric rending. "Uh oh," was all June could utter as suddenly the fabric of the bra gave way, splitting on both sides simultaneously, flying off of her body at high velocity until it struck the fitting room mirror violently, leaving the large mirror with a crack that extended diagonally from top to bottom. "Holy fucking shit, it's a projectile!" June shrieked, horrified at first and then dissolving into hysterical laughter as she beheld her newly nude and always shaking tooters once again free and liberated. "Tee hee hee, Henry," she giggled, her breasts bouncing and jouncing wildly on her chest, swinging from side to side and slapping together noisily as they met again. "I guess we need something a little heavier duty." "I would fucking say so!" Henry whooped, used to dealing with the sheer sweet monstrosity of her two fleshy bazooms, but still shocked at the pure power of June's boobies to blast a fucking brassiere across the fitting room. "I can't fucking believe how hard your tits shot that fucking knocker-hugger into the fucking mirror! Holy motherfucking shit! Wow!" "Oh, they're powerful, baby," June assured him, her naked wobblers dancing up and down weightily at her grandbaby as she grabbed his still surprisingly zipped-up crotch area on his pants. "These fuckers can knock the fuck out of ya, sweet thing." "Wowsers!" Henry cried out, palming her basketballs insufficiently as his mouth watered. "These fucking juggers are fucking scary when they get loose!" "Unhand them sumbitches and help me try to pop on a few more boobiebags, good fucker." "Alright, Granny," Henry whined, indicating his groin region as he let go of her dough-like K-cupped supercantaloupes as they sashayed and shook heavily but firmly. "But, oh fuck, you've got my wee wee so hard it's about to rip my pants." "Well, we'll deal with that pants-rippin' cock of yours when I finally find a boulder holder that my boobies don't rip through. Okay, fucker?" June reassuringly petted his bulge like a child at a petting zoo, grinning at his eagerness to whip his dick out for her as she wiggled and wobbled in her monumental breast region. "Here's one for ya, Nana Knockers," the horny young tittie-lover informed her eagerly as he fished out another strong well-supported brassiere for her lush, naked, white and udderly orbular humps of freely flailing, but lovely fatty tissue. "Thanks, baby," June said, her huge hooters still swinging. "This one has a front closure, so how about this time you hold my titties together while I fasten it. Think you can do that, sweetie?" "Well, holy fucking shit yeah!" Henry shouted, oblivious to the fact that they were still in a fitting room in a public store, just itching to get his hands back athwart her ample teatsies. "What should I do? Just hold 'em up?" "Hold them up and together, baby. Yes, that's it," June instructed him as Henry eagerly grabbed on to her sauntering, fleshy funbags and pressed them firmly together while June struggled to get the bra on and bring the two ends together to fasten at her cleavage. "A little tighter, Henry. I can't quite get the ends together. Yeah, that's it! Okay, I have it done up." "Holy shit, your big titties are really overflowing this one, Nana," Henry laughed. "I think there's more tittie overflowing the cup than in it." "Fuck! I'm squeezing out of this fucking thing, baby! It's like trying to fit a fucking watermelon into a fucking orange peeling! Look at me!" June yelled out, her creamy white boobie flesh oozing tightly out of the tops of the bra cups like a Victorian set of knockers in a suffocating corset. "Oh, I'm looking!" Henry exclaimed, touching the excess overflowing flesh with his fingers, trying to playfully push it adroitly into the undersized cups. "All this tittie ain't gonna fit in that little thing. Well, I guess we ought to make the most of a bad situation." Henry Humper leaned his head close to her squashed tit tops, extended his tongue and rapidly moved his face in a horizontal direction, licking the bare exposed tops of her boobs with a noisy slurp. "Mmmmmm. That's some tasty tit right there. And sweaty too, so a nice taste of salt." "Henry, this isn't helping, tee hee," June laughed, putting a finger to Henry's forehead and pushing him away from her grandmotherly mountains. "I need to find a bra that fits, baby. Look at this one. I'm hanging out all over the fucking place." "I could try pushing it a little harder, Nana," Henry offered hopefully, tapping the skin peeping out of the left cup with his index finger as he chuckled. "But I have to admit, there does seem to be wayyyyyyyyyy too much tittie there to fit in those cups." After trying on two more bras with absolutely no luck in finding one that fit, June was becoming increasingly agitated. "Why on earth do they call this a fucking fitting room if nothing fits?" she asked rhetorically, throwing down the lastest attempt in a fit of ire, leaving herself bare from the waist up, jugs exposed. "I'm sorry, Nana," Henry said softly, seeing the aggravation in his grandmother's demeanor, actually ignoring her two biggest parts for the first time all day. "I'm sorry you haven't found one that fits, Nana. I really am." "Well, Henry," busty and topless June Humper huskily swooned, moving closer to her grandson, boobs jarring visibly, placing a hand once again atop the crotch of his pants, her small fingers closing around his swollen sexual playtoy. "But there is still one thing in this fitting room that fits pretty well." Several minutes later...... "Ohhhhhhh, shit, good fucker! Now that's a good fit right there!" June cried, her titan tits smacking together as Henry held her legs straight up in the air, gripping both of them firmly at the ankles. "Ohhhhhh, Nana, this thing is pre-fitted!" Henry cried out in pleasure, his body and groin maneuvered into position between her parted thighs as he pumped his penis in and out of her snug slot. "Ohhhhhh, you feel good, Granny. Ooooooo, my cock is fittin' in here just spectacularly." "Oh, baby, like a hand in a glove," June moaned, boobies leaping wildly on her chest as Henry pumped, driving himself deeply inside her. "We fit together like a fucking banana skin on a banana." "Uh! Uh! Uh!" Henry grunted, both of them breathing heavily as the thrusting continued with June wrapping her legs firmly around Henry's waist and locking her ankles together behind his back. "Oh, Nana, you sexy grandson humper you! Oh, fuck!" Without missing a beat, Henry grabbed both of June's bobbling and wobbling boobahs with both of his hands, squeezing and kneading them until June was having to bite her tongue to keep from screaming out loud. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, fuck me, good humper!" she wailed, her head moving from side to side as her libido rose to a feverish pitch, a pitch that matched the pitching of her super-duper sweat glands. "Wee wee me, you horny little Nana fucker!" "We are fitted to perfection," Henry stated calmly amidst the in and out pumping of his wee wee that resided within her vagina, his plunges making her naked titties leap and dance upon her chest as he humped harder and harder at the waist. "And here's the money shot, Jumbo Jugs." Henry shoved his penis as far as he could into the wildly copulating melon-bosomed grandmother's wet tunnel and held it firmly as he felt the first heavenly blast from his loins. "Come on, baby! Squirt me good!" the elder Humper coaxed, giant jugs popping her in the face as she felt his wetness moisten her insides. "Squirt it all in there, lover! Squirt all your sticky pee pee in there, Henry, cause I'm almost there, horsecock! Don't get fucking stingy with the sticky shit, love!" "Oh, I'm pumping the sticky shit right into you, Junie!" "June, Henry," came Kimberly Buxsom's voice from the other side of the door. "I was just wondering how things are coming in there. Does everything fit, June?" "Oh, Kimberly, everything fits just fine," June giggled, still writhing on the floor as the last of Henry's semen flooded her vagina. "Just a perfect fit, tee hee." Finally spent, Henry collapsed in exhaustion, his body on top of June's, pressing her gigantic globes flatly against her chest. "Ohhhhhh, that felt so good to my wee wee," Henry moaned, not sure he could move from his current position, nor if he even wanted to. "Holy fucking shit! That one was fanfuckingtastic!" "Oh, baby," cooed June, stroking the back of Henry's head with her hand as her squashed honkers splayed outward as they flattened. "I love it when you get all romantic with me and shit. But come on, we better get up. I need to find a fucking bra that fits before this store closes!" "Awwwww. But that means I've gotta pull out of you," Henry whined, touching her now sweating ta tas as he still held his penis unflinchingly inside of her vagina. "I don't want to do that, Granny. It still feels too good in there." "I know it does, sweetie," June agreed, her massaged mammaries now gushing sweat as her tingling slot still held his manhood like an accommodating holster of love as she reached up and sweetly ran her index finger through his pubic hair that was touching her own nether region. "But you've got to pull Mr. Wee Wee out of me, Henry. I need to find a bra and if your cock is stuck in there, it does make it a bit harder to stand up and squeeze on a couple more boobbags. Baby, as much as it pains me to say it, I think you're going to have to pull your pee wee out." "Awww, but......" "Don't you 'but' me, Henry Humper," June said with a faux sternness on her face and in her voice. "I don't want to be in this fitting room all fucking day only to go home without a fucking boobie holder that can hold these big fucking jugs of mine up and in. Now please, Henry. Pull it out!" "Oh, all right," Henry said at last, agreeing to do as he was told, but not at all happy about it, his cock enjoying its current location. "I just don't see what the big rush is though." Raising himself up from his position atop his sweaty-boobed grandmother, Henry slowly pulled his male organ from June's cunny sheath, causing a gush of bodily fluids to exit her vagina and pool on the fitting room floor. "Tee hee hee," giggled June. "I'll have to tell Kimberly that she has a clean-up in fitting room four. Now help me up, Henry. That's a boy." Both of them were naked now, June's nakedness most impressive with her bare beach ball bazooms and her narrow waist and big round fanny. "Holy shit, but that was a good one!" Henry gasped, staring at her jugs out of his peripheral vision as he reached for his boxer shorts. "Fuck, Henry!" June said with surprise as she stood, knockers beating back and forth, smacking her arms and then her chin as she glanced at the slowly shrinking organ that dangled between Henry's legs. "You can't put that wee wee back in your shorts yet, big fucker! It's all sticky and shit! Let me clean it off for you first! Just don't go getting another hard-on on me, baby, because I AM NOT taking care of it again right now! We have boobbags to sample!" June Humper knelt, heavy-honkered and titter-laden, between his legs, reaching and raising the stalk of his sex organ up to clean for him before he housed his snake back inside its home. Taking his slowly waning erection into her mouth, June lapped at the semen that still clung precariously to his stalk, tonguing him until she had removed all outward appearances of their encounter. "Awww, come on, Nana! No fucking fair!" Henry whined, pouting like a petulant two-year-old as her knockers moved. "You put my fucking wee wee in your mouth and tell me not to get a hard-on? Are you fucking kidding me?" Letting it slip from her mouth, June smiled sweetly up at Henry and patted his wee wee as she spoke, accidentally nudging herself in the tits. "I'll take care of it later, Henry. You have my word. But for right now, we have to get you back in your clothes, and I have to find a fucking boulder holder for these titanic titties of mine. Now get dressed, okay?" "Cockteasing bitch," Henry muttered under his breath as he put on his boxers, almost ripping them as he did so, in his anger and annoyance at his stacked relative. "Won't even let me jizz in her mouth." "I heard that, Henry Humper!" June said, trying to stifle her laughter as she put her panties back on, leaving her terrific titsies obviously naked and unfettered for the bra-fitting task at hand. "Baby, I'll let you jizz in my mouth later. In fact, when we get home, you can jizz in my mouth as many times as you want to. I'll suck your wee wee like it's going out of style then. You can squirt on my tonsils, my teeth, my tongue. Whatever the fuck you want to do, baby. You can jizz down my throat until it's sore, poopsie. Okay? But right now we need to get a bra for my boobahs. Don't you want Nana to have a nice home for her bouncy boobahs, Henry?" "Yeah, I guess so," Henry grunted at last, touching her upper body bulges again and sliding on his pants. "But I'm gonna take you up on that jizz promise for sure." "It seems there's only one bra left to try on, Henry," said June, sighing deeply, her breasts bouncing provocatively as she inhaled and exhaled. "It's the one you liked, poopsie. The see-through lacy number. Gosh, I hope this one fits. My big bouncing boobies are getting sore from trying all this shit on." "Here, let me help," Henry offered, his irritation at his chestily endowed mother's even more endowed mother forgotten for the moment. "You hold your titties together and I'll fasten it, okay? Ready?" "Ready," June answered him, grabbing her giant udders in both hands and holding them in and up while Henry reached around her. Wee Wee Camp: Shop Till You Drop "Holy shit, it's really hard to pull these two ends together, Nana," Henry told her, grunting as he strained to tug at the two ends of the fabric and fit the hooks into the eyes, the mountains of her mams inhibiting him immensely. "Do you mind if I put my foot on your backside for leverage?" "Go ahead, Henry. Whatever the fuck it takes," June grunted as her grandson pushed his bare foot against the small of her back while she tried to force her whopping zeppelins as far together as they would go. "Owwwww! It hurts! Try to hook that fucker up now, baby! Hurry up! My old honkers can't take much more of this mashing and squashing! Do that fucker up, Henry!" "Al....most got it," Henry stammered, bracing himself as he pushed against her with his foot, smiling at the insanity of their boobie endeavor as he tried with all his might to connect the hooks and eyes on this, his favorite of all the brassieres his top-heavy granny had sampled so far. "How are your titties holding out?" "They are fucking hurting like a fucking bitch is how they are fucking holding out!" June cursed through clenched teeth as she jammed her two mounds of skin hard together. "I've.........nearly...........got............it," Henry managed to get out between teeth clenched tightly together as he pulled the two ends together using all of his strength. "One eye.........two eyes.........three........got it!" "Oh, Henry, finally," June sighed in relief, feeling her titanic titties now snug inside their cuply homes. "I didn't think I could hold these things up and in much longer. Now let me look in the mirror. Holy shit, Henry! Look at that! I think we've got it! It fits, it fits!" Standing before the mirror, June stared at the sight before her, turning occasionally to see herself and her former moundly milk- makers from all angles. "It fucking fits, Henry!" she cried out, a tear forming in the corner of her eye as she smiled at the restrained sight of her 60-year-old boobs. "I am so happy. It fucking fits!" "And it looks fucking spectacular on you, Granny," Henry said truthfully and sincerely, patting her cupped breasts with more pure affection than with the usual lust he exhibited. "Wow, I can see your nipples through the fabric and everything. I love it!" "Now I can just grab a couple more of the same size off the rack and we are out of here, baby," June told him, cooing and then giggling as she shook her now bra-encased boobs in his direction. "But I had an idea first. Why don't I celebrate this bra by giving my first blow job in it." "You mean?" Henry gulped, eyeing her supported sacks of perfection with much lust this time. "Oh, I mean," June told him, shaking her moneymaking boom booms again for emphasis. "You can squirt some of that jizz that I promised you could. Undo the front of your pants, poopsie. I want to break this bra in good and fucking proper." "Now I get to jizz in your mouth!" "And on my tonsils, my teeth, my tongue and down my throat. Yippppeeeeeeeeeee!" "Till it's sore, naughty Nana. I'm taking you up on that jizz promise right now." Less than forty-five minutes later...... "Holy fucking shit! I can't remember the last time I jizzed that much!" Henry told his fellatio-giving, globe-gazongaed grandmother as he rearranged his clothing, doing up the front of his pants and preparing to leave the fitting room. "I doubt you'll be needing any dinner tonight, Nana. Ha ha ha. I came so many fucking times, I think I need to drink about a gallon of Gatorade. Six washes in forty-five minutes has got to be some kind of fucking record." "Here you fucking go, Mrs. Humper," the female sales clerk, who also had big breasts, said sweetly, handing June her credit card and the bag containing her purchases. "Thank you for fucking shopping at Kimberly Buxsom's Bra Barn. We're fucking happy as fucking shit to have your fucking service." "I'm very fucking pleased with my fucking new fucking bras, sweetheart. Fucking thank you. They will fucking keep these big fucking tittie bombs of mine fucking high and fucking proud, I'm fucking sure," June told the eager and stacked sales clerk, patting her own lumbering titties proudly as she spoke. "And thanks, Kimberly, for all your help." "It was my pleasure," the beautiful and bodacious Ms. Buxsom told June, smiling widely while sneaking a surreptitious glance at Henry's crotch. "Please, do come again." "Oh, Kimberly, if you're trying to see a bulge in Henry's pants, you won't see much more than his sheer length. I think I just about sucked all the hardness out of that big wee wee of his in the fitting room," June informed the buxom red-haired Ms. Buxsom as she reached for her bags, her own set of chestly bags shaking as she did so. "I mean, I just sucked him off six times in a row. It was a jizz promise, after all." "Well, Henry," Kimberly told him, leaning forward to let him see her huge bulges and abundant cleavage clearly as she placed a slip of paper in Henry's hand. "When your 'wee wee' has revived and your sack is full again, give me a call, sweetness. I just might have a few fun uses for that 'package' of yours some afternoon. What do you say?" "Sure, Kim," Henry retorted brightly, taking the paper with her number and then tweaking one of her breasts through her blouse. "That is, if ol' Granny here isn't too busy with my 'package.'" "Don't forget to call me, Henry," Kimberly said, gazing at Henry salaciously, her acres of cleavage right beneath his face. "But if my husband answers, just use a Southern accent and ask for the steak and shrimp special, okay? For some reason he's really touchy about my fondness for young cock, you know?" "I'll call, don't you worry," Henry replied with a wide, toothy grin as he slipped the ebulliently-uddered entrepreneur's phone number into his pants pocket. "I promise." "Oh, by the way, Kimberly," June said, suddenly remembering she had something to tell her. "You might want to take a mop into fitting room four, tee hee. I think there's enough baby batter in there to inseminate half the state! Ha ha. Ta ta for now!" Later that evening...... "Ohhhhhhhhh, Heeeeeeeenrrrrryyyy! Wheeeeeeeerrre are yoooooou?" June Humper swooned, stepping out of the bathroom, her panties discarded as she stretched the thick fabric of Henry's beloved football letterman-like jacket around the globes of her tottering gazongas, doing up the buttons with a little bit of difficulty. This was, to her precious twelve-inch-wee weed grandbaby, the jacket that had begun their agreement to go steady, dating-wise and mostly sex-wise, though both knew that an occasional hump on the side had never really hurt anybody. The 18-year-old well-hung youngster and his 60-year-old large-boobed grandmother had made something of a commitment. "Where are you, snookums? Henry, lover!" "I'm in here, Granny dearest!" Henry answered at last. "I'm in my bedroom, resting a bit!" "Oh, sweetiekins, no more resting," June cooed, strutting down the hall towards Henry's bedroom, her oversized, overripe melons bouncing with every step, swinging back and forth against her chest and bounding in an up and down direction at the same time. "I am going to wear you out, good fucker. And wear your big fucker out as well, tee hee hee. Here comes your horny Nana, baby. Get ready. Get set. Here I am! No more talk of rest, snookums. Nana wants to see your little wee wee soldier standing at attention." Walking over to the bed, wiggling all the way, June took Henry's flaccid stalk in her hands and leaned down, planting a sweet kiss on his pink warrior crown, leaving an imprint of her lips in bright red lipstick. "Come on, Mr. Wee Wee. You can stand up one more time for Naughty Nana, can't you? Oh, yeah, baby." "Oh, shit," Henry managed as this busty minx, adorned only in his football jacket, toyed around playfully with his dormant cock. "Seeing you, especially your boobs, in that football jacket, turns me on something fierce, Granny." "Well, what are you going to do about it, stud," June breathed, leaning her body and her overwrought, jacket-encompassed set of jubblies against Henry's body, whispering into his ear. "What the fuck are you going to do about it, big fucker?" Minutes later...... "Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh! Oh, yes! Fill me in good, poopsie!" the protruding-boobied Humper begged, her legs resting on Henry's shoulders and her thighs apart and open for entry. "Uhhhhh! Uhhhhh! I'm filling in the empty spaces, lover girl! Junie's pussy's got a stiff one and a young one in it! And this time I don't care what you say! I'm not taking it out!" "Oh, baby, but you have to take it out....and put it in.....and take it out....... That's the way this sex thing works, good fucker," June laughed, placing her widely splayed legs over Henry's shoulders. "Ahhh, that's the way, sweet boy. In and out, in and out." Henry thrust into June's willing honeypot with a vengeance, no longer any thoughts of rest residing in his mind. These were the moments he lived for. June and himself, locked together in carnal bliss, like two feral animals in heat. "Oh, fuck me, baby, fuck me!" June squealed, raising her pelvis with every thrust in order to feel Henry's biggest part in her deepest recesses. "Oh, do me, good fucker, do me! Make your big fucker squirt in me! Fill me up with your hot jizz, sweetiepie." Henry continued to pummel her pussy, pounding into her relentlessly, pausing only momentarily to fumble for a grip on her bouncing boobahs with his mouth, capturing one of her pert, pink nipples between his teeth and biting down hard enough to elicit a whimper from between her pouty lips. Henry quickly removed his lips from her balloon bazoom and raised his head, kissing June hard, but sweetly on the mouth, as he worked his penis inside her. And it wasn't long before both Henry and June's sex eclipsed into almost simultaneous orgasms that racked both of their bodies, as well as causing June's rack to fucking bounce around again. Yes, these were their days of wine and roses. These were the sensual, shimmering dream-like days that Henry and his chesty grandmother would forever remember. Laughing, fondling, sucking and frolicking there within the sheets, lips and boobies and hands and wee wees and vaginas all becoming one in the ecstasy of love shared by the most unlikely of couples. It was surely their oversized parts that brought them together the first time. But it was the magical humparific sex that ensued which assured them that, without a doubt, wee wee camp would be an endless eternal summer of bliss, ended by no one or nothing and living forever in the connection they both found, not only within their private parts, but also within their loving hearts. THE END