5 comments/ 51431 views/ 10 favorites Wee Wee Camp: The Carnival By: MeetTheHumpers THE HORNY HUMPERS ARE BACK BY POPULAR DEMAND! Here is the newest and most daring tittie tale yet! Starring twelve inch Henry Humper and K-cup tittied grandmother June Humper in: "Wee Wee Camp: A Carnal Carnival Cornucopia of Coitus" Written by Victor C. Nathan and Chantal Lefleur Edited by Victor C. Nathan "Wake up, Granny," Henry Humper ordered, turning towards the sleeping form beside him in bed and poking her in her left breast, dimpling the full fleshy funbag. "It's carnival day! Wakey wakey!" "Oh, Henry. Let me sleep just a little longer," June Humper moaned, turning over on her other side, flattening the opposite boob and pulling the covers up around her. "All that humping last night just wore me out, baby. Let me sleep just a little bit longer. Please?" "If you don't start getting up, I'm going to play with the nub!" Henry teased playfully, reaching down past her mountainous cans to touch her feminine region. "Come on, Granny. Don't be a spoilsport. I've been looking forward to this for days." "Oh, all right, Henry," June sighed, slapping his hand away from her nether regions, making her knockers jar back and forth. "Go and fetch me a fucking cup of coffee. Once I've had that, I'll get up. I promise." "Oh, all right," Henry muttered, smacking June hard with an open palm, his hand striking her only partially covered left bazoom with a fleshy humorous slap. "Maybe you can balance the coffee cup on top of one of these big fuckers. Ha ha ha!" "If you don't go get that fucking coffee, I'm gonna tie your 'big fucker' into a nice Windsor knot, you naughty little sex fiend." June had to giggle in spite of her physical fatigue, brought on from a night of bouncing her big boobies around while she humped her grandson like she was a teenaged girl, albeit it one with gigantic jugs, like a minx possessed. "Now hurry up and get that fucking caffeine in here, Nanafucker." Henry strode, completely naked with his crudely exposed snake of a wee wee dangling back and forth between his legs as he walked purposefully to the kitchen. Henry strode thoughtfully down the stairs, reliving the events of the previous night. His grandfather, Ward had been called out of town suddenly on business, leaving Henry and June alone in the house. June had decided to spend the entire night in Henry's room, the two of them engaging in lascivious activity until they both nearly passed out from exhaustion at about three o' clock in the morning. Putting coffee in the coffee filter and filling the coffee maker with water, Henry sat down at the kitchen table and glanced at the newspaper while he waited for the coffee to brew. He remembered that this was going to be the last day the carnival was in town, and he and June had both been looking forward to getting out of the house for a change, to have a bit of fun that didn't involve them getting naked. Henry felt almost surrealistic after the previous night. He and his grandmother had been humping for a few days already, but nothing had come close to the night before. The joy that the 60-year-old's Mount Rushmore-sized boobies brought the 18-year-old high school student and his twelve inch cock was beyond anything he had ever experienced before. When he wasn't sucking her bouncing cartoonish udders, he was either fondling them, squeezing them, or just jamming his erect penis between them, plumbing her canyonish cleavage as she sucked and lapped at his light bulbous pee wee head. And when ol' jumbo-juggied June let him put his penis inside of her vagina, things only got better and better. Sex had never felt better to the wanton teen and his big young cock. As Henry was pouring the freshly brewed coffee into June's favorite coffee cup, he heard a tremendous clap of thunder which was soon followed by lightning that lit the kitchen with its bright intensity. "Holy fucking shit, no!" Henry exclaimed to himself, running to the window to take a look outside. "Oh, man! Another fucking thunderstorm! This just fucking sucks!" Dumping some cream and a teaspoon of sugar into the coffee and stirring it angrily, Henry carried the cup upstairs and set it on the night table at the side of the bed. "Did you fucking hear that thunder?" he asked busty June, frustration evident in his voice. "I can't fucking believe this is happening." Suddenly, as though a cloud had burst, rain began to come down in torrents, splashing against the window of the bedroom and running down it in riverlets. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! No fucking carnival a-fucking-gain! Mother Nature's big fucking titties must be full of water or something!" "Thanks for the coffee, sweetie," June told him, taking a sip of the hot beverage and then pushing the bottom of the cup down between her half-naked knockers and then grinning self-assuredly as the cleavage held it firmly in place with no manipulation. "Now them's some motherfuckin' titties right there! Seriously though. I'm sorry, Henry. I know how excited you were, sweetie cock. Having me suck your wee wee up on the ferris wheel, fooling around in the sky ride and seeing my huge old honkers in the funhouse mirror. I was even going to take my bra off before we did the bumper cars." "Fuck! Fuck! And fuck again! This fucking sucks!" "I know, sexy. But, Henry? You want to fool around, big boy?" "We fooled around all fucking night. I wanted to go to the carnival," Henry whined, his eyes tearing up, not even able to cheer up at the thought of some boobcentric sex. "Why does it always have to fucking rain when we have plans?" "Oh, sweetie. It's not that big a deal, is it?" asked June, grabbing the cup of coffee from between her bodacious ta tas, replacing it on the night table before opening her arms and embracing Henry, her humongous hooters flattening against his furry chest, pressing so deeply into his flesh that her little nipple hard-ons left impressions. "Wouldn't you like to spend the day indoors and have Granny play with your big fucker again? You know how much fun we always have, and with Grandpa Ward gone, we'll have no interruptions. Come on, sweetie." Removing her arms from around Henry's waist, she placed a hand on either side of his face, raising his quivering chin until they were eye to eye. "I love ya, good fucker. You know that, don't you, my sweet baby? And not just this, Henry." June spoke in a voice as smooth and soft as silk as she leaned in closer, jumbo bosoms heaving as her hand closed around his for the most part flaccid penile playtoy, indicating what she meant by 'this.' "I love all of you and not just your giant wee wee, Henry. Loving you means more than just your twelve inches. All of you." June leaned in even closer, her lips brushing against Henry's as they puckered and pushed against his, tightening into a kiss that was sweet, but also contained much intimacy in it. It was confirming what they had shared through their bodies, boobies and wee wee and the "special place." Henry was surprised, but returned the kiss, puckering his lips into a smooch that lasted for nearly five seconds. "Wow, that was nice, Henry. And I do want to say, you were so good last night. I've never been fucked till my eyes crossed before." "Wow, Nana," Henry sighed, elated and astonished at the same time as his eyes left her knockers for the first time. "I think that is the first kiss I've had in a long time. Wow, it sure got my pecker hard." "Oh, baby," June sighed, bust a-bobbling, reaching down and rubbing Henry's hard-on, stroking the tip with her long fingernails. "Our relationship is so special. Don't you think, Henry? I can't remember a time when I've felt more loved. I feel so lucky to have you in my life." "I know how you feel, Granny," Henry responded, reaching out and grabbing at her bodacious blouse bunnies, unable to contain her huge bounty in his large hands. "I don't know when I've ever had it so good." "Or so regular. Tee hee hee," June added with a naughty wink, jutting her chest out proudly to turn him on. "Well, since it's raining and we can't go to the carnival, how about you and I make our own fun? We could have our very own carnal carnival cornucopia of coitus. Tee hee. Come closer, baby." Henry did as he was told, moving closer until there was only a thin sheen of perspiration between them. "Oooooooo, I enjoyed that last kiss, poopsie," June sighed, her identical set of pert fifty pound puppies squashing against his form. "It made me tickle all over, baby boy." Without warning, and without hesitation, Granny June wrapped both arms around Henry's neck and leaned in for another smooch, this time crushing her lips against his as Henry's arms encircled her busty body and closed around her back, returning every bit of the oral intensity that her lips gave his. This time the kiss lasted longer, seemed hotter and more intensely romantic. "Whoooaaaaa, shit," Henry gasped when their lip lock finally broke and he realized how rigidly firm it, and her round heavy honkers, had caused his penis to become. "That's like the first time you've ever really kissed me, Granny." "At least on the lips, sweetness. Tee hee," June retorted with a laugh. Henry and June gave each other a knowing look as both of their gazes lowered to the crude naked erection jutting up from his lap. They just smiled conspiratorially and giggled as they met each other's gaze yet again, both of them wide-eyed and transfixed. Henry was silent for a moment, confused by emotions roiling inside him, emotions he had never expected to feel, especially not towards his own top-heavy grandmother. "I love you, Granny," he finally said, reaching out and giving her a sweet kiss on the cheek as his hand landed on the shelf of one of her colossal knocks. "I think what we have is really special." "Oh, sweetie, I do too," June responded, cooing as he touched her boobie, once more taking hold of his rigid stalk and running her hand up and down a few times, plying the loose skin until Henry was once more standing erect, all twelve inches of him standing tall and proud. "I cherish what we have together, Henry. I really do." Being driven wild by his grandmother's attention to his private parts, he continued with one hand to fondle one of her overripe melons, squeezing it as though he were the "Charmin man" testing out the softness of a roll of toilet tissue. "Squeeze the Charmin, motherfucker," June tittered as her grandson sampled her tittie fruits, her luscious boobie bounty, with his hands while she touched and felt the almost steely resolve of the boner between his legs. "Ha ha. I was just getting ready to make that joke, Grandma," Henry said, surprised at the almost psychic nature of the big-boobed older woman's throwaway little joke. "Oh, I can read your fucking mind, baby," June told him, leaning, knockers and all to give him the sweetest little tinge of a butterfly kiss right on the flared head of his penis. "I can read everything in your fucking head. I know just what you want, Henry." "That and the fact that my dick is as hard as a fucking boulder too, Angeltits. Lie back for a minute, you hottie. Let's get those panties off of you and that fucking hot piece of ass you got there." "Oh, Henry. I just love it when you're all forceful and shit," June cooed, lying back, titties swaying to and fro as she raised her hips enough for Henry to grab hold of the waistband of her silk panties and pull them down her shapely legs and off. "I love it when a man takes control. Tee hee hee." Henry stretched out beside June, his head near her right shoulder, his entire body pressed closely against hers. Lashing out with his tongue, he gave her right nipple a playful lick, flicking back and forth at her pert nipple like a snake reaching out to capture an insect in flight. Reaching down with his left hand, he insinuated his hand between her thighs, into the very center of her femininity. His well-practiced hands soon located the very bud of her gender, her rosebud of a clitoris, rubbing it in a circular motion until June was crying out in ecstasy. "Oh, I love it. My little baby is touching my fucking private parts, my little girly bud, twanging my little tickle toy. Wheeeeeee, but that feels fucking goooood!" "Granny, I think your nub is about average size, but jeeezz, you're getting so wet. Does that feel fucking good, naughty Nana." "Oh, fuuuucccccckkkk, baby! Fuck, fuck, fuuuucccccckkk! Ohhhhhhhh......my..." "I'll tell you some of those fucking funnyass big clitoris jokes that are going around, since they ran a story about a woman on the news with a fucking crazy bigass three inch clit." "Just tell the fucking joke and keep fucking rubbing me down there, you king of all cocks! Ooooooooo, yessssss!" "If your boyfriend says, 'Is that a banana in your pocket or are you just happy to see me,' you might have a big nub." "Ohhhhh, teee heeeee heeee! That's as funny as fuck, baby! Ohhhhh, I'm getting soaked! Ohhhhhhh, fuuuucccckkkk!" "Aren't those jokes just a fucking scream?" Henry asked, grabbing roughly at her closest breast and manhandling it while continuing his digital assault on her clitoris. "If your boyfriend says, 'Don't point that thing at me!' you might have a big nub." "Holy fucking shit, Henry! That's too much! Ha ha ha ha ha ha!" June said, so overcome with laughter that she could barely speak, her titties jiggling as he fondled her clit. "Tell me some more, sweetie! Tee hee hee! I can't remember the last time I laughed this hard! It's a good thing I peed before we started, or Granny would be wetting her fucking pants by now! Ha ha ha ha ha!" "Hmmm, let's see. What's another good one?" Henry said, looking thoughtful for a second as he still felt her boobs and her vaginal slot. "Oh, I know. If your boyfriend says, 'Looking at your clitoris gives me penis envy,' you might have a big nub." Henry's used one of his fingers to strum at her clitoris while using several others to plunge in and out of the slick and sopping wet insides of her pussy. Henry fingered vigorously with one hand while he pinched, fondled and squeezed each of her bobbling hooters in turn. "Ooooohhhh, yesssss, fuuucccckkk, yesssssss, tee fucking hee hee hee hee hee, Henry! Gimme, gimme, gimme! Fucking give me!" "What more do you fucking want? Ha ha! I'm getting carpal fucking tunnel over here! Get it? Carpal fucking TUNNEL! Ha ha! If your zipper gets hung on your clitoris, you might have a big fucking nub!" "Hee hee hee hee hee! Oooohhhhhhh, shiiiitttttt, that is funny as fuck, and I'm gonna fucking come if you don't stop, Henry Humper!" "Oh, I'm not stopping. Wild horses couldn't pry my fucking hand out of your crevice. Ha ha!" "Fucccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" June Humper moaned, her hips bucking up and down as Henry continued to digitally stimulate her while at the same time removing his hand from her humongous hooters and moving close enough to her that he could capture her right nipple in his mouth, latching on and sucking hungrily, like an infant that had just awoken from a nap. "Holy fucking shittttttttttttttt!" Despite her feeble protests, Henry finally removed his hand from her slick slot, and with one quick motion, maneuvered into position atop her, and grabbing his throbbing knob, placed the pinkish mushroom tip of his completely turgid pecker at her vaginal introitus, thrusting into her in one smooth motion, pre-cum already leaking from his urethra, lubricating her honeypot even more. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!" June cried out, taken completely by surprise, her Humper-sized hills jumping as he entered her. "Now that's a big motherfucker! Whoooooooo!" Henry thrust in and out of June's slippery tunnel, pawing her round heavy bazooms in the process. It only took a little over a half dozen plunges of his wee wee into her chasm before a rattling sweet orgasm shook June's pussy and the rest of her full-fleshed boobie-heavy body. "Oh, I feel better than Bill Clinton in a harem full of chubby interns, good fucker! Ohhhhhhhh, fuck, yeah!" Henry, his private parts still not as thoroughly primed as his granny's were, slid his cock promptly out of her cunny sheath and headed north, grabbing the sides of June's sweaty sweet honkers, shoving them apart as he crammed his throbbing wee wee between the huge fuckers. "Head for the mountains, hot Granny. Busch beer always said 'Head for the mountains.' I just had some bush, so I figure it's time! Hell, yeah!" "Oh, Henry! Slide that big fucker!" June squealed, putting a hand on either side of her huge, honking hooters and pressing them together tightly, firmly gripping every inch of his prodigious pecker like a glove. Only the perspiration caused by the friction of their parts was between them, lubricating his wee wee's ride through the mighty chasm formed by her chest charms. "Uh! Uh! Uh!" grunted Henry, as he thrust in and out of the valley that was her cleavage, his breathing labored and noisy as a few drops of pre-cum dribbled from his urethral opening. "Oh, Granny. I think I'm gonna come. I think I'm gonna." "Not yet you don't, Henry," June told him, opening her mouth wide and grasping at the head of his pecker with her lips the next time it peaked out from between her bountiful breasts during an upward thrust. Henry slid his wee wee hurriedly out of her cartoon cleavage and then moved his body until he had a knee on either side of his grandmother's head of golden blonde hair, her huge boobs scrubbing against his ass. Henry roughly grabbed a fistful of hair in either hand and in one quick motion jammed the giant head of his twelve inch cock into her open dick-sucking lips or DSLs, as he often called them. Now he practically humped her face and June Humper smiled, though her mouth and throat were exceedingly full. "Now this is what I call creative fucking humping right here," Henry remarked, almost casually considering what he was doing to the oh so willing 60-year-old boob queen beneath him as he tugged slightly on her hair, making her whole head rock up and down as he fed her his saliva-slathered shaft that was as slick as glass by this point. "Mmmph! Mmmph!" was all June could manage to get out as Henry quickly thrust in and out of her oral cavity, his overlong cock reaching right to the back of her throat as she occasionally made little noises suggesting that he had triggered her gag reflex, her boobie skinbags scrubbing against his backside. "Mmmmmmmph!" "Oh, Granny, suck my big fucking dick!" he cried out, knowing that he wasn't going to last much longer with her warm lips around him, seemingly sucking out the contents of his balls as his semen began to rise up through the tube of his wee wee. Thrusting feverishly, Henry let go of June's hair in order to grab hold of her ears, mainly to try and hold her head steady and support himself as he sought to finally sate his sexual longings. "Look, Granny! I have your love handles now, Big Tits!" "Mmmmph!" was all June could say in response as she felt Henry's pecker begin to quiver, knowing that his release was imminent, her oversized woman wiggles sweaty and beating against her grandson from behind. "Let the sticky fucking squirting begin, you cock-sucking pre- geriatric! I mean, who said that fucking love handles had to be a bad thing! I got your ears, bitch! And here I come, come, come, squirtsie, squirtsie, SQUIRT! I SQUIRT, YOU SWALLOW! Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!" Henry's jism landed directly in her throat on the first three shots, so June slid her head back until only his dickhead resided in her mouth, causing her bloated boobies to press even more powerfully against his ass. "Mmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmm!" June grunted, moving her titties against his bottom purposefully as he emptied his snake-sized firehose-like pumping unit into her face, his globe-puppied granny tasting every wonderful shot of his sticky 'special pee pee' that escaped with almost violent urgency from the mushroom in her mouth. Juggied June swallowed calmly, though his bursts were anything but subtle, the top- heavy minx wanting to enjoy every bit of the result of the face hump she had endured. Wee Wee Camp: The Carnival "Holy fucking shit!" Henry moaned while titties jumped and his wee wee shot its last. "That felt so good to my wee wee." June still struggled to swallow his copious ejaculate, some of which spilled from the corners of her mouth and trickled down the sides of her face. Reaching for her discarded bra on the floor beside the bed, Henry took a corner of it and dabbed at her sticky face, cleaning up the sticky ropes of semen that she was unable to ingest. "Oh, sweetie, that was fun," June sighed, licking her full pouty lips to remove the last few drops of cum that clung to them and dripped onto her twin humps of tit. "Whew! Just give me a few minutes to catch my breath!" Henry pulled away from his position straddling her and cuddled up on the bed beside her, using her left breast as a pillow on which to rest his head, his left hand automatically reaching down and absentmindedly tickling her nub as they both tried to calm their breathing and recover their composure. "Oh, fucking shit, yeah!" Henry suddenly whooped, discarding the space between the huge-hootered grandparent's legs as he turned to look out the window at the clearing weather. "Holy shit! Get your fucking face cleaned off quick! The sun's coming out, Granny! That means we can go to the carnival today! Whoooppppeeeee! Fuck, fuck, fuck, yeahhhhhh! Oh, shit! I got some wee wee juice leaking out of my pee wee head! Can you lick that off for me real quick, Angeltits?" "No problem, sweet cock," June replied, lapping a strain of his pre- cum off of her left tittie before lowering her head to the place between his legs. Like a mother cat, she began to lap at the head of his sagging penis that dangled limply between his sweating legs. "No problem at all, Henry. Mr. Wee Wee will be clean and sticky-free in a minute." "I can't believe the weather has changed so much," Henry told his grandmother as she used her tongue to clean him up like a mother cat, albeit it a stacked one in this case, cleans her kittens. "It's not raining anymore, and the sun's coming out, so can we go to the carnival, Grandma? Can we? Please?" "Ahhh, sweetie, I'd like that. I really would. But I'm still a little bit horny. Can't I get another one out of you before we go?" June asked, winking naughtily at Henry, wobbling her tawdry twins at him and once more fumbling for the huge Humper humpstick between his legs. "It won't take long, sweet cock, and then we'll go to the carnival. Okay?" Not pausing long enough to let Henry even think about forming a response, June turned over onto her stomach and raised up on all fours, waggling her ample ass suggestively in Henry's direction, her two glorious assets hanging beneath her and touching the bed. "Stick it in me, sweets," she cried out, her hanging pair smacking happily together as she touched the general area of her cunny. "I mean, Henry, I know my mother cat routine got your big wee wee all hard and long again, didn't it, Long Dong Humper?" "Oh, for sure," Henry sighed, reaching and toying with one of her dangling ebullient udders that hung like a cow's milk-givers beneath her perfect and thoroughly vulnerable body. "Hey, Bessie. Would you like a good milking, old girl?" "Very motherfucking funny, baby. Now, are you going to start doing a little bit of skillful log-jamming? By the way, did you hear about the time Bill Clinton went to the barber shop and asked for a little trim and some longer bangs? Tee hee hee hee!" "Funny joke, you big-tittied floozy," Henry snapped, unhanding her boobie and grabbing her waist and jockeying his foot-longer slowly into position, despite the fact that he had just lost what felt like a gallon of cum from his sack. "You are one insatiable bitch, Granny," Henry laughed, pushing the head of his mushroom warrior, his womb raider, his vaginal voyager to the opening of her still slick slot with one hand, while reaching around her with his other to continue playing with her opprobrious orb, cupping it in his hand and occasionally tweaking a nipple roughly to elicit a whimper from between her pretty pouty lips. "Oh, Henry! Hurry, hurry!" June urged him, waggling her ass at him again, hoping to entice him to take care of her libidinous needs, her globe-like gifts moving non-stopped. "Don't tease me, Henry. I can't take it. I really can't. I need WEE WEE! I NEED him!" "Oh, all right. I'll fuck ya," Henry finally told her, grabbing her hips firmly with both of his hands and driving himself into her up to the hilt, his downy hair-covered balls slapping noisily against her buttocks and her bra-filling feisty fuckers shifting. "Now this is the life!" An hour later.......... "All right! Carnival, here we come! Granny's Bessie udders in the fucking funhouse mirror! Yeah! Wee wee washes and tittiefucks on the fucking ferris wheel!" "Hurry up and get the rest of your clothes on, horseycock," June laughed at the childish excitement of her grandson as she stood in the bathroom hooking up her brassiere around her monumental mammary glands, her sweat gland honkers, before sliding her cut-off pair of tiny Daisy Duke jean shorts over her plump, wide and round voluptuous fanny. "I'll be right back. I've got a surprise for you." "I don't think we have time for another hump before we leave, Granny," Henry replied, eyeing her brassiere-encased monstrous tits as he slid a pair of khaki shorts on. "No, not a hump, sweetie. I'll be right back. I've got something for us to wear." "It's not some dumb shit, is it?" Henry asked worriedly, still eyeing her upper body. "Last time Mom said she had something she wanted me to wear, it turned out to be this dumb Hawaiian shirt that she bought me. I looked like a fruitcake in it, but I didn't want to hurt her feelings." "Oh, hush, Henry," June told him, putting a finger to her lips for emphasis, nailing herself in the tits in the process. "It's not anything goofy, I promise you. It's something I had done at the mall. Let me just go to my room and get them. I'll be right back." Just as Henry started to pull a clean t-shirt out of his dresser drawer, June returned, her whoppers shifting inside her boobie cups as she carried a package. "Put that t-shirt away, sweet pecker," she told him firmly, adjusting a brassiere strap to take the tension off of one of her gyrating puppies. "We're wearing these today." Opening the parcel, June pulled out two blue t-shirts and held one up in front of herself and her crazy-sized cans so that Henry could have a good look at it. "Read this shit, Henry. It's funny as fucking shit," June said, holding the shirt out in front of her massive chest charms. "Oh, fucking shit!" Henry bellowed and then laughed as he read the shirt that covered her bra-induced cleavage. "Oh, fuck! The front says 'WEE WEE CAMP'! Let me see the back of it!" "Okay, but this is mine, Henry," June giggled, turning the tee around and setting it on top of her mountain blimps of flesh. "Yours says something different." "Oh, fuck! I can't fucking believe it!" Henry Humper yelled with eyes wide, and for once it wasn't because he was drooling over his grandmother's ta tas. "Holy fucking titan tits in tittieland! It actually says 'TITTIE MOMMA'! Oh, shit, that's cool as shit, Granny! That is cool as fucking shit! What does mine say?" "You've gotta see this, baby," June tittered, slapping him playfully on the crotch of his khaki shorts as she shook her whoppers at him. "It's too fucking crazy to believe!" "Just show it to me!" Henry said to her, almost shouting in his anxiety to see what the back of his shirt read. When June finally held it up in front of her blimp-like boobies, Henry nearly doubled over laughing. "Oh my goodness! Ha ha ha ha! This is too fucking funny! Ha ha ha! It's funny as shit! I can't fucking believe that you had 'TITTIE BABY' put on the back of my fucking T-shirt! Ha ha ha ha ha! This is some fucking funny shit!" "You like it, baby?" his grandiose-gazongaed granny asked him sweetly, handing his shirt to him while she pulled hers over her head and pulled it down, struggling to make it stretch over her Hindenberg- sized hooters as Henry donned his tee. "Oh, it looks so good on you, Henry. Don't we just look like the cutest couple?" "Yeah, and so do those big motherfuckin' boobies of yours under that t-shirt. Funny, yours is a little harder to read the front of than mine is, Granny. We are a cute couple, but you have the fucking biggest couple. Oh, shit. Seeing you in that skin-tight boob- squeezing t-shirt is getting me so fucking hard." "Well, it seems that that cold shower earlier didn't cool you off, baby. But Henry, we better get going if we want a fun full day at the ol' amusement park. You haven't seen naughty till you've seen me at a family type theme park." "Well, in that shirt, it looks like you are hiding an illegal immigrant family under your fucking top. Let's hit the road. I can't wait to see all those stiffs at the carnival when they see this pair of t-shirts and that big fucking pair under your t-shirt. They are going to be so fucking jealous." "They are indeed, Henry," said June, grabbing her purse and indicating to Henry that it was time to get going. "Yeah, let's go," Henry responded excitedly, poking June in the breasts as he turned to head out of the house. "I can't wait to get to the carnival!" "You drive, sweetie," June told him, tossing the car keys in his direction before wrapping an arm affectionately around his waist and jamming one of her juggies against his body. "I don't feel like driving today." "Sure thing, Granny," Henry replied, catching the keys in mid air before wrapping his own arm around his greatly-globed grandmother's narrow waist sweetly as they walked out of the house in the direction of the car. Five minutes later.......... "Henry, can you tilt the steering wheel up a little more. I don't have much room to maneuver here?" June asked her grandson as she struggled to undo the button and fly at the front of his shorts. "Ahhh, that's much better." "Yep, you'll need lots of head room, or should I say 'giving head' room," Henry said, focusing on her overwrought t-shirt, smiling as his excitement grew, some of it emanating from the bulge in the front of his shorts. Henry admiringly gazed at the insane swells pushing at the front of the blue t-shirt his grandmother wore, making his penis outrageously hard as he looked at her bustline, a bustline that not even a bra could de-emphasize. "And with a twelve inch cock, we've definitely got to make sure you've got a lot of room, a lot of space to work within." Henry's right hand left the adjusted wheel and, not at all serendipitously landed atop June's squeezed to the maximum left melon of a boobie as his busty Nana worked to open his shorts and free his inflated cock. "Almost got him free, baby," June told him, grinning at the attention her tight tee and top-heavy tee tees garnered from him. "Then we can hit the road and I can hit your wee wee with a nice sucking." "Gosh, I love wee wee camp," Henry sighed, as his gorgeously-stacked grandmother finally freed his already somewhat tumescent fuckstick from the confines of his shorts and briefs, leaning lower to wrap her pouty DSLs around it, sucking hungrily on it like an infant who had just awakened from a nap ravenously hungry. "Holy fucking shit!" Henry cried out, almost letting go of the steering wheel as his big-boobied granny sucked and licked his pecker in a most pleasant fashion. "I guess I better try harder to concentrate on the road. I don't want to get us both in an accident. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" June's attention to his naughtiest part was nearly driving him wild as she used a hand to hold and stroke him while sucking and slobbering on the shaft and head, one of her large breasts shoved hard against his right leg. Without even realizing it, he began to rise up in his seat with her every draw on him, failing to notice that the car was slowly drifting towards the sidewalk on the right. "Oh, that's nice, Granny," Henry moaned softly, enjoying the surreally good feeling of his wee wee in her mouth as her blonde head rhythmically rose and fell sweetly on his erect appendage and her two teats lackadaisically lunged back and forth inside June's bra cups. "Oh, shit! What the fuck?" Henry screamed without warning, noticing the car veering into a small group of twenty-somethings who had set up a stand on the side of the street to promote the radical left-wing animal rights agenda. Some held placards that read "NO FUR!" or "ANIMAL RIGHTS, NOT CORPORATE WRONGS" and another that read "FUCK YOU, FASCIST, IF YOU'RE WEARING FUR!" Henry jumped in his seat and June's oral lock on his penis broke as the car veered into a stand labeled "F.A.G.--The Friends of Animals Gestapo." It was a second later that Henry noticed as June rose, her titties bouncing from the turbulence of the ride, that he had hit a couple of the animal rights nutcases and knocked them down. "Shittttttttttttttttttttttttt!" Henry cried out as the car finally came to rest on the sidewalk, two of the activists lying there, dazed and slightly bloody, but still conscious and breathing as people rushed to their assistance, as he still looked at grandma's tawdry tit treasures. "Holy shit, I can't believe this!" "I can't either, sweet cock," June responded, her randy rakish rack still rattling from the collision. "You just hit two people!" "No, no, no," Henry groaned, as his grandmother failed to understand what it was that he was trying to say as she adjusted her mountainous tonnage of teat that her boulder holder held for about the umpteenth time since she had put it on. "I mean I can't believe that my dick is going soft!" "Henry, sweetie. Put that thing down for a minute," June said in a stern voice, feeling the mammary comfort that could be derived from a well-situated bra. "This is a lesson in responsibility, sweetcheeks. You need to do the right thing." "But what can I do?" he asked her, his face a study in anxiety as he once more glanced at the two activists lying dazed on the sidewalk before looking back towards the familiarity of her full and somewhat encumbered bosom buddies. "It means being responsible enough to keep your driving record clean and not worrying about these fucking nutjobs! Look! They're getting up. They're fine. Personal responsibility means getting the fuck out of here! Drive! Just fucking drive, Henry! And take your hand off your fucking dick and put both hands on the wheel when you do it too! We can take care of Mr. Wee Wee later on! Hurry the fuck up!" With the shouting of lunatic leftists following the car's rapid exit and the sight of Granny Humper's triple K cuppered basketballs bounding under her fucking tight t-shirt, Henry hit the gas pedal and burned rubber down the road, his big penis swinging limply back and forth through the opening of his shorts, smacking the driver's side door several times. "But what about the fucking license plate number?" Henry said, his face white with fear, the sight of massive moving mams not even enough to calm him. "What if they got that shit?" "Nothing to worry about, baby," June said, adjusting the other strap of her brassiere now to ease the discomfort place on her squashed left honker. "It was loose and fell off yesterday, so guess what? We get away fucking scot-free, horsecock. How do you like them apples?" "Not as much as I like them boobies," Henry managed a laugh as he touched both of her barrel-sized breasts in turn. "We got away with it, motherfucker!" June shrieked with glee as the vehicle sped down the road, hitting several bumps and making her tawdry huge titties leap like hopping rabbits under a tablecloth, only her fuckers were much bigger. "Yippppeeeeeeee! Carnival time, Henry Humper! Way to be morally responsible, good fucker! Too bad we can't nail a couple of ACLU lawyers with the car in the carnival parking lot. But most of those ACLU fucks don't take their kids to carnivals. They take them to look at endangered species or to diversity and sensitivity training classes. Ha ha ha!" "You got that fucking right," Henry laughed, palming her nearest knocker sweetly as he drove with the other hand. They were now only about a half mile away from the carnival and he could feel his excitement building as he fondled his grandmother's boob and he smiled as he saw his naked semi-erect cock flapping back and forth from the front of his shorts. He was sure he would get to put it to a lot of use on this bright summer day. "Are you sure it will be okay, Granny?" Henry asked, not entirely sure that he would actually get away with hitting a few pedestrians and leaving the scene of an accident. "I'm a bit nervous." "Oh, Henry. Don't be silly, sweetie," June responded in a soothing tone, pinching her titflesh saucily through her shirt for his benefit. "You don't need to have any performance anxiety. You've always been able to make wee wee stand up straight and tall for me." "Shit, Nana," Henry said, laughing as her pinching of her tittie pouch made his sizable stalk twinge. "I was worrying about hitting those fucking people; not my pecker." "Don't worry, Henry. We won't be in any trouble. I promise you that. Who's going to fucking care about a couple of animal rights activists anyway? Nuts like them are a dime a dozen." "I guess you're right, Granny," Henry sighed, beginning to relax as he finally arrived at the carnival parking lot and pulled the car into the closest spot, knowing that sexual thrills and bulbous bazooms were the order of the day. "I'm still nervous, Nana," Henry whined as he shut the car off and pulled the key from the ignition, now able to rub June's overbloated chest with both hands. "I mean, I'm all tense after nailing those fuckers on the side of the road. I mean, we just ran them down like dogs." "No, baby. I would never hit a puppy with my car," June said consolingly, sighing as Henry mashed and pulled on her malleable dough-like titflesh more forcefully now. "But a dog is more worthwhile to humanity than those fucks." "I guess you're right, Granny," Henry admitted at last, a hand going under her t-shirt and into her bra, almost using her titan bazooka bosoms like someone uses 'comfort food.' "But there is one thing you could do to help ease my mind." "What's that, baby?" June asked, then paused as they both assumed knowing grins and both of their eyes dropped to his now almost fully erect penis before eyeing her twin teatsies. "My goodness, Henry. Don't you think wee wee has had enough attention this morning already? I thought you were so eager to get to the carnival?" "Well, yeah, I am, I guess," Henry said softly, digitally enjoying her mammoth camel hump oscillating orbs. "But you didn't finish the job you started, Granny. That's not fair." "Oh, bring it here then, Henry," June said with a chuckle, grabbing Henry's erect pecker in her manicured hand and stroking it very lightly, giggling when it quivered in anticipation, both from her digital skill and her chestital size. Leaning closer, the well-built June stuck out her tongue and gently swirled it in his urethral orifice, tickling it and teasing it until she was able to elicit a low moan from Henry. "It tickles, it tickles. But it feels good as fuck to my wee wee," Henry was finally able to get out from between pursed lips, as his hand kneaded both of her overample assets. "I think your tongue went pretty deep that time, Nana. I could almost feel it in my balls." "Oh, Henry, I'd put the whole thing, my tongue, in your wee wee if it would fit. But, alas, it won't, baby. But you've got to give a girl credit for trying, I guess," June softly told him with a smirk as she gripped his twelve inch pole right at the base, her udders dangling, bra and t-shirt clad over them, but still shifting and bobbing beneath their tittie-traps. Wee Wee Camp: The Carnival "Yeah, it'd be cool if you just managed to get your tongue down into the bottom of the head of my dick," Henry managed as June tongued his pee hole yet again, one of her bodacious breasts grazing his leg and making him tingle. "You are a silly boy, Henry. But what do you say? Want me to finish that sucky sucky I was giving your wee wee earlier?" "Do the Weather Underground hate America? What the fuck do you think?" "Then let the sucky suckying begin, sweet cock!" Still holding onto Henry's erect phallus, June finally removed her tongue from his pee pee hole and lowered her head even more to lap at his downy hair-covered nutsack, licking both testicles in turn before opening her mouth as wide as she could manage and taking one inside, sucking it so softly and sweetly that Henry felt a tear form in the corner of his eye. Moving back to his erect stalk, June licked the underside of the shaft, just below the head, tonguing it until it was slick with spittle and Henry was nearly being driven wild. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" he moaned, his big athletic hands still manhandling her boob bags, kneading them like dough, needing them like crazy. "Oh, suck it, you naughty bimbo! Suck it!" June lapped at the spongy crown of his jumbo johnson, licking at it as one would lick the melting ice cream dripping down the edge of a cone in the summer heat. Within a minute, June's blonde head bobbed gingerly up and down on Henry's penis, giving him a laid back, but very hot blow, sucking sloppily on his prick until he had a vice grip on her sacks of tittie, moaning through clenched teeth and breathing in gusts of air. Henry's wee wee slid in and out of June's open and giving mouth and it felt so good down deep in the root of his maleness and his entire twelve inches felt rushing tickles shoot through it. "Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!" Henry sputtered as he felt semen starting to squirt from the head of his hard-on, the sticky liquid rushing like a tide into his Granny's mouth, splashing into her oral cavity in strong shots that each felt like heaven at the tip of his cock, leaving the pee pee hole that June had insatiably tongued just moments before as his grip on her constrained honkers tightened even more. Despite having ejaculated several times already, Henry's pecker still managed to pump out an impressive load of sticky semen, blasting it into June's mouth with such force that she couldn't swallow fast enough to keep up with the jets of jism and had to allow some to dribble from the corner of her mouth and onto Henry's lap. "Mmmmmppphhhhhh," was all she could utter, as Henry's wee wee finally let up, allowing her to swallow what was left in her mouth and then lick her lips, making loud smacking noises as she did so, keeping the excess from splashing onto the chesty region of her burdened tee. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, that was fucking spectacular," Henry sighed, pushing June's head down lower in his lap so that she could lick up the few drops of ejaculate that still clung to the head of his penis and he could cop one more gratuitous feel of her hilly couple. "Oh, Granny, you sure do suck a mean dick, you big-tittied bitch." "Well, there's no dick I like sucking more than yours, Henry. I love sucking your big huge dick and I looooveee swallowing all your cum. You squirt so much of the sticky stuff that I have to chug-a-lug like a crazy motherfucker to get it all down with no spillage, baby. You give Granny so much of your lovely 'special pee pee', don't you? You and that horsecock. In fact, I think I have a hankering for some more of your cum, sweetie. Would you mind if I sucked it one more time before we go in the carnival?" "No, I would not mind at all," Henry said with a beaming smile, releasing his hold on her monstrously immense girly glands for just a second. Around five minutes later.......... "Fuck, Henry. You squirted more than last time. How did that feel?" "Oh, shit. My balls feel like fucking concrete, Granny. Hard as rocks. I think you've just about jizzed me out for the fucking day!" "Oh, sweetie, you say the sweetest things to me," June told Henry, reaching up to stroke his face with her hand and plant a soft, quick kiss that barely grazed his lips. "Now put that big fucker of yours away for awhile, and let's go enjoy that carnival!" Both of them rearranged their clothing before climbing out of the car and locking their respective doors. Walking to the passenger side of the vehicle, Henry put his arm around June's waist as she did likewise around his and the two of them headed off in the direction of the midway rides. Walking along, they, especially June, garnered a lot of attention, several men giving her shrieking wolf whistles as she passed, her breasts bouncing wildly beneath the tightly stretched fabric of the t-shirt she wore. "Hey, Tittie Baby!" someone suddenly shouted from behind them. "Hey, everybody look at the fucking Tittie Baby!" Henry turned, removing his arm from busty June's waist to look towards the voice behind him. "What the fuck?" Henry yelled, looking at the smarmy looking thirty- something man who stood grinning, wearing a tacky Hawaiian shirt. "You have no fucking idea what you are making fun of, asshole!" "I'm making fun of you, Tittie Baby!" the guy replied, grinning wickedly. "A Tittie Baby in 'Wee Wee Camp'! Ha ha ha!" "Well, laugh it up, you fucking loser!" Henry said with a proud defiant look as June spun around towards the arguing pair, her heavy boobies swinging heartily around with the rest of her. "Cause these are the fucking titties, you fucker! Big, round and heavy and lusciously hot, and you aren't the one with your hands on them on a daily basis! And you'll sure never get to suck 'em either! How do you like these big fucking puppies, you middle-aged loser?" Henry indicated June's towering shelf of a bustline, poking her right boob with his index finger, watching it dimple under her blouse and then patting it sweetly with an open palm. "Yeah, asshole," June said with a smirk as Henry touched her bosoms with reverence. "I wouldn't let you touch these big mommas if you were the last man on earth." "Oh, all right. I'm sorry," the stranger stammered awkwardly. "I shouldn't have said that. But isn't she a little old to be your girlfriend, man?" "Oh, she's not my girlfriend," Henry corrected him, removing his hand from June's pair and patting her on her ample bottom. "She's my grandmother." "Wow!" the guy said with wide eyes. "That's kind of fucking crazy, dude, but what the fuck? If I had a grandmother that hot with those big cans, I'd probably be sucking her tits too. Sorry about that." "She just sucked my dick twice in the car too," Henry said with great hubris, patting June's round fanny through her jean shorts before returning his hands to her bazoom balloons. "And I humped her twice before we left the house." "Well, more power to ya," the stranger returned, his eyes wide and his mouth now beginning to salivate as he walked away. "Have a good one, man." "You have a good one too, sweetie," June told him sweetly, her covered cans still being patted as she stifled a giggle that threatened to burst forth any minute. "But before you go, do you know that you look like a total fag in that shirt?" "What the hell?" the stranger sputtered angrily, shooting June a withering look. "How dare you!" "Come on, Henry," June said, taking hold of Henry's hand, the one not patting her breasts, and pulling him along in the direction of the midway. "I think we're done here." "Can we go on the ferris wheel first, Nana? Can we? Please?" Henry begged, nearly jumping up and down with boyish enthusiasm, jumping as much as his grandma's big mommas jumped when she wasn't sporting a bra. "Please?" "Oh, all right, Henry. Calm down," June urged him, sighing deeply, causing her bodacious ta tas to shake provocatively behind the thin fabric of the t-shirt that hugged every curve of her humongous boobs, a sight that never failed to garner Henry's full attention. "To the ferris wheel we go!" Henry yelled, his arm going back around his busty, big boob-laden granny's waist as they sauntered arm in arm again, sporting their ridiculous t-shirts as whispers and low whistles of admiration echoed around them as the male patrons of the carnival gaped at June's bloated bosom area. "Wow! Every guy here is fucking jealous as shit of me!" "Well, why wouldn't they be?" June said, laughing as she pinched Henry playfully on the ass and pressed her left ta ta hard into his side. "You're with the hottest and biggest fucking tittied woman in the park, aren't you?" "Oh, fuck, yeah! For fucking sure!" Henry agreed, pinching one of June's aged honkers in naughty revenge. "They all want what you got under that 'Tittie Momma' t-shirt is what the stares are about. But those knockers belong to me, me, me!" "That they do, loverboy," June said with a naughty giggle caused by the tickles in her malleable milker, walking over to the ticket booth and buying a roll of tickets that would allow them on whichever rides they chose. "Now let's go over and get in the line-up for the ferris wheel. It doesn't look very long right now." Moments later, sitting in their seats, securely fastened by the bar in front of them, June naughtily pushed her prodigious udders into Henry's side while at the same time putting her hand into his lap and giving his wee wee a firm squeeze, causing it to leap to attention almost immediately. "Have ya ever tittiefucked on a ferris wheel before?" she asked in a low whisper, indicating her cow-sized glands and unbuttoning the button at the top of his shorts and slowly, seductively lowering his zipper. "Because you're about to. Tee hee hee." "Yeah, I did once last year when Bunnie Mounts and I went to the carnival," Henry remarked, so horny right now that he wanted to do anything possible to get his hands, his mouth and his penis a hold of June's colossal jugs. "Boy, that girl is one empty-headed dumbfuck. I mean, fucking is the only thing that fucking slut isn't dumb about. Now throw your t-shirt and bra in your handbag here and let's do it quick. I don't even give a fuck if we get caught. Can you run fast, what with tits that fucking large, Nana?" "Oh, fuck, I know the girl operating this fucking ferris wheel, baby. Nothing to worry about. She's one of what Grandpa Ward calls 'a member of his Frequent Fuck Buddies.' She's young with big tits, so I guess that makes her Ward's type. She won't turn us in." "All right then, Granny. Shuck that fucking boulder holder and let's get to a-humpin'. Ha ha ha!" "Good idea, baby," 60-year-old June chuckled as she struggled to tug her t-shirt over the huge humps of her boobers, and then the two of them were quickly fishing at the hooks of her hammock-sized bra. Finally getting it off after much maneuvering, June stuffed her two interconnected boobbags quickly into her purse and moved over to crouch in front of Henry in the otherwise unoccupied car. "Okay, Henry. Stuff your big fucker in there," June directed him, forcing her twin titans apart to afford him room in which to place his pecker firmly in the huge chasm between her gigantic blouse bunnies. "That's the way, baby. We'll make a Henry's wee wee sandwich. Just slap that big pecker of yours in between Nana's big boobie buns, baby. That's the way, sweetie. Oh, yes." Once Henry's now fully erect humpstick was firmly ensconced in her vast cleavage, June used her hands to force her big bazoom bazooka gazonga balloons together, clamping around his male organ like a steel trap. "Now thrust, Henry! Thrust!" "Gladly and with gusto," Henry retorted with a laugh, replacing June's hands which held her behemoth boobies with his own. "Oh, hell, yeah. I think your titties are sweating a little too from the summer heat. That makes it even fucking better." "Yeah, I'm sweating like a fucking bitch, Henry," June agreed as her grandson pushed her knockers so hard together that she wondered if he might be cutting off the circulation to his weiner. "Ohhhhhh, sweet motherfucking shit!" Henry moaned when his up and down thrusting began, a slick hilarious squeak of skin on skin resounding through the little car. "Squeaky fucking is my favorite kind of tittiefucking! Uh! Uh! Uh! Now that feels good!" "Slide your salami and work that horsey-sized fucker between my tanks, loverboy!" "Oh, boobahs! Boobahs are so big! I love your boobahs, naughty Nana!" "Hump, you big handsome Humperfucker!" June urged, sticking out her tongue to give the tip of Henry's trouser snake a quick lick as it rose up between her mammary mounds during an upward thrust. "Mmmmmm, tasty." "You naughty Nana," Henry laughed, beginning to sweat profusely from the effort he was putting forth. "You are the naughtiest big-tittied bitch in the whole wide world and I love ya!" "Hurry up, Henry. We've already gone around about three times and you have to finish before the ride ends. Get that big fucker of yours working overtime or we're going to be doing this with a huge fucking audience. Hurry! Hurry!" "Uh! Uh! Uh!" Henry grunted, thrusting in her Grand Canyon cleavage furiously in his haste to finish before the ride ended, her sacks of flesh rippling with the effort. "I'm nearly there, naughty Nana! I can feel it coming!" "Don't feel it coming, Henry! Fucking come and shoot it all out of there!" overendowed Mrs. Humper ordered her 18-year-old well-hung lover as his penis porked her fifty pounds of knocks, pumping up and down inside her creamy soft cleavage, humping, screwing and generally tittiefucking like a champ as the sweat poured from her fuckhappy hooters, jarring and swaying as they were on this perfect summer day. "Gotcha! Okay, I'll fucking come! Oh, shit, Granny! This is going to be messy!" the young Humper yelped as the head of his straight stalk swelled and June saw the results of her 'tittie encompass' pour forth from his peckerhead. The jizz rushed more than it shot out of him this time, still as copious and thick a load as he had given her twice in the parking lot. "Whoa, baby!" June cried in shock as the stream of his baby batter wee wee juice flew into her hair, shot across her face and leaped and pooled across the massive tops of her hardworking udder tits. "Holy fucking shit, Henry! That's quite a fucking load for someone who's already had several wee wee spit-ups this morning." June observed with a naughty giggle, looking down to see how far they were to the end of the ride as his spooge covered the tops of her terrific tittie bombs. "Shit, Henry. We only have a few more minutes to clean up and get dressed, so get that big pecker of yours cleaned up and put away while I find a hanky to wipe your jizz off. Shit, Henry. How can you produce so much cum, so often?" "It's a gift," Henry sighed. "And a curse." "Can you help me get my fucking bra on?" his grandmother asked him anxiously, fumbling in her purse for that article of clothing, hurriedly trying to cover her two peaks of sweat glands. "I can't do this all by myself." "Hell, there's no time for that, Nana. We're nearly at the bottom," Henry told her, trying to wipe each of her perspiring boom booms off with a handkerchief. "Just leave the fucking bra and get your t-shirt back on, and hurry. We're nearly there." By the time the ride had ended, Henry's huge cock was put away and June had cleaned up, shoved on her t-shirt and pulled it down over her humongous braless mountainous "boobah" baby-feeding wonders of nature. "Now let's get to those fucking bumper cars and see what kind of a fucking reaction we get when the other drivers see the bouncing results of their collision with our car," June gleefully told her grandson as she hung her handbag by the strap over her right shoulder, walking this time with her tits going berserk, bounding, slapping noisily together and sashaying back and forth and up and down so much that Henry couldn't help but laugh uncontrollably at the two monuments going wild under his Nana's t-shirt, loose, unencumbered by a support system and generally fleshily fancy-free in their liberated glory. "Would you look at them big motherfuckin' titties!" an overweight guy in a wife-beater shirt remarked as he ogled her openly, his wife slapping him square on the face and pushing their two children away from the freakish sight of June Humper and her twin hulkish gazongas. "That woman should be ashamed of herself!" the wife remarked. "She ought to be in a circus freak show herself. And Harry, don't use that kind of fucking language in front of the kids. Quit staring at her, damn it!" "Well damn, honeybunch," the man whined, stealing another quick glance at June's amazing bouncing boob bags. "I may be married, but I sure as hell ain't dead!" "That's it! We're leaving!" the woman said angrily, grabbing her husband by the ear and pulling him in the direction of the exit. "Someone should call the cops on that woman. Whatever happened to common decency? You just wait till we get home! I'm gonna whoop your ass!" "Tee hee hee," June laughed, grabbing her big fleshy funbags and hefting them upwards. "These titties of mine sure do cause a stir. Tee hee." "Come on, Nana. I want to ride the bumper cars before the line gets too long," Henry urged her, grabbing her hand from her bosom and pulling her towards the entrance to the ride, sending her insane endowments sailing in all directions. "Should we each get our own car, or do you want to share? If we shared a car, I could play with your big puppies while you drive." "Then share it is," June told him, her jiggly strap-snapping, wee wee- expanding, hard-on inducing orbilicious towering titties swinging around and whacking together noisily as she handed the operator their tickets. "Holy shit!" the operator remarked, staring at the wobbling whoppers that wiggled back and forth under June's shirt. "You ought to be forced to have a license to carry those things around. Looks like you lost your bra or something, ma'am." "Yeah, on the ferris wheel," June remarked, leaning her chest charms naughtily in his direction. "Me and my grandson here were having a little dirty fun and presto, before you know it, that fucking boulder holder of mine was off." "Grandson? Shit, lady! That's some wacky wild shit! But I can't really blame him. Grandma or not, you're stacked to the damn ceiling. Woweeeee!" "Glad you like 'em," June cooed, pushing her bloated bounding tits against him and reaching down to squeeze his crotch. "Thanks for the compliment, good fucker. See ya later. Just keep your eyes on our car. I think it might give your cock here a little thrill." "Uhhhh, thanks, ma'am," he stammered, a palpable bulge beginning to grow in his pants as he surveyed her rumbling and tumbling rack. "Enjoy the ride, kids." Once all the previous occupants of the cars had exited, Henry and June ran into the driving area and settled on a green sedan, barely big enough to seat both of them, partially, but not totally because of the overwhelming expanse of June Humper's jubblies. "Tee hee. It's a little cozy," June giggled, squishing her hefty Humper hills around her grandbaby's body. "But cozy is good." Once all the other cars had been occupied, June applied the gas and began to slowly drive away from the rest of the cars, hoping to get a good spot on the outside of the ring so that she could build up some speed before bumping into the other cars. "Get that one, Nana!" Henry shouted, spying a car coming hard at them at twelve o'clock, anxious to see Junie's knockers jump when she bumped some other fucking driver. "Gun it, Granny! Gun it! Go, Granny, go!" Steering directly at the car, June bumped into it at almost full speed, the jolt causing her gigantic globes to bounce wildly, not only up and down, but from side to side as well, violent bounces that almost knocked June off-balance, but a spectacular bounce that garnered the immediate attention of any man or post-adolescent boy in the general vicinity of the ride. Wee Wee Camp: The Carnival "Look at that, Nana!" Henry hollered, pointing in the direction of the entrance, gaping at her globs of tit. "You're attracting a whole fucking crowd! Look at them all! Holy fucking shit!" "That fucking bounce almost hurt my big fuckers," June commented, careening the car in the opposite direction, heavy breasts flailing as she smashed their car against a red one occupied by a middle-aged married couple. "Yeah! Take that!" Her boobs jumped up with this crash, the two mammoth forms beneath her shirt hitting her face as Henry laughed his ass off. "Whoa! Those bouncy fuckers are out of control! I got 'em!" Henry yelled, reaching and grasping the cloth-covered tops of each of her beautiful flesh bulges, constraining and squeezing them at the same time and just generally copping a feel. "Hit some other fuckers! Go ahead, Granny! Like a fucking naughty little old busty broad from Pasadena! Go, Granny! Go, Granny, go! Shit, they feel soft and heavy as shit! Mmmmmmmm, yeah!" "Whoo, hold onto my honkers, big fucker, cause it's crash time!" The operator of the bumper cars smiled as June made eye contact with him and he bellowed, "I'm lovin' it, Big Tits! Bump those boobies around!" "Fuck, yeah!" she screamed in return, like a busty schoolgirl hitting on a high school crush as her wild boobie bags saucily slung themselves back and forth. Suddenly June was jolted by sudden sporadic bursts of bright light, so bright that it initially blinded her. "What the fuck was that?" the 60-year-old endowed blonde beauty asked Henry, raising a hand to her eyes to shield them from the blazing brightness. "Is it lightning?" Finally, when her eyes gradually became accustomed to the glare and her whoppers had slowed their smacking together, she looked in the direction from which the flashes had seemed to come and saw a crowd of people, mostly men, all with cameras poised and ready, snapping away. "You're a fucking celebrity, Nana!" Henry shrieked, poking his grandmother in her left breast, a breast so soft that his index finger disappeared into it up to the first joint. "You're Elizabeth fucking Taylor!" "You fellows want a fucking picture, do ya?" June shouted at them, laughing at the sight of them snapping away with their cameras at her gargantuan jubblies, some of them already sporting semi-erections. Standing up in the car, she reached down and grabbed the hem of the t- shirt, pulling it up far enough to totally expose the milky whiteness of her mammoth mammary mounds. "How's that for a picture, you fuckers? Cause Elizabeth Taylor doesn't have fucking jugs this fucking big, you horndogs! Whooooooo! Check these fifty pound puppies out!" June Humper squealed as the ride came to a halt, already having yanked her t-shirt up over her fucking insanely sized boobah bags. "Check it out! I'll bet all of you have blood rushing faster than the speed of sound to your fucking wee wees, don't you, you crazy fucks! Whoooooooo, yesssss!" "Hell, yeah, lady! I ain't seen a set this big since Lola Ferrari kicked off from that heroin binge!" Several parents with young children gasped and pulled their offspring out of the cars and rushed away. "Hell fucking yeah!" the car operator yelled, the clear shape of an erection bunching out the front of his khaki pants. "You're bigger than Mount Rushmore with those big round funbags of yours!" "And she's my Granny, bastards!" Henry yelled proudly, patting June's naked and exposed hooters in turn, smirking at the gang of horny men. "I get to play with these monsters all the time!" "You're one lucky son of a bitch then, boy," one of the men in front shouted. "If my wife had tits like that, I'd never leave the house. Man, some guys have all the luck!" "Can we go and get something to drink, Granny?" Henry asked, palming one of her proud paps and then using the sleeve of his t-shirt to wipe the perspiration from his face. "It's hot as hell and I've been losing body fluids all fucking day. I could sure use a tall cold one." "Tee hee. I could use a tall stiff one," June giggled, pulling her t- shirt back down over her overstuffed tittie pillows, much to the chagrin of her crowd of gentlemen admirers. "But I'll settle for a drink. I think we passed a drink stand on the way over here." Climbing out of the car, June and Henry exited the ride and walked arm in arm back the way they had come, soon reaching the refreshment stand and joining the short line. Henry and June waited until the line had subsided and June bobbed and wobbled as they approached the teenaged guy selling the carbonated refreshments. "What can I get for them, errrrr, I mean you?" he said, stuttering as he took in the twin pair of loose and liberated lady bumps that looked like they had a shirt painted on top of them. "Tee hee. Nothing gets past you, sweetie," June told the teen, leaning towards the counter and setting her two jugs on top of it, plopping both of her tired and sweaty honkers right down in front of the gaping youth. "I think we'll take two laaarrrgggeee big tall fucking Coca-Colas, baby. How much is that?" "Ummmmmm, no charge," the 18-year-old kid stammered as he stared her right in the tits. "That is, if you let me touch 'em." "Touch away, babycakes," June swooned, using her best seductive voice and jutting her sashaying set of heavenly sweat glands in his direction. "Will your boyfriend care?" the teen asked carefully, salivating as he studied the lumps causing her t-shirt area to resemble two swollen masses. "Oh, he's not my boyfriend. He's my grandson." "Your grandson?" he said, not sure if he had heard her right the first time, but more interested in her tits than anything else. "You mean you're his....?" "Grandmother," June finished the sentence for him, giggling at the confused expression on his face, all fifty pounds of her breast meat still resting on the counter. "You heard right the first time." "Well fuck me backwards," the boy said, not really sure what to do at this point, but knowing what he wanted to do with her overblown bazooms. "Did you mean what you said about me touching them?" "Sure did," was June's short reply, taking one of the boy's hands and placing it on her breast, his average-sized hand looking small in comparison to her big boobie balloons. "See? They won't bite." "Wow! I've never felt a real live breast before," the kid stammered, blushing from his neck to the roots of his hair as he touched her chestly treasure troves of tittie. "I saw my sister's once when I accidentally walked in on her taking a shower. But fuck! Hers weren't nearly as big as yours! Can I touch the other one?" "Sure. Reach under the shirt so you can touch the actual flesh, the skin, baby," June instructed him, taking her time since there was no one in line behind them and pulling his hand beneath her 'WEE WEE CAMP' tee to feel her soft breast bounty. "They are great, aren't they?" Henry asked the kid with a smile as he stared at June's titans, watching the teen's hand disappear between them, down where the cleavage was deep. "Ohhhh, yeah! They're greeeaaattt!" the vendor exclaimed, pinching each of her nipples and areola and squeezing the silky soft flesh. "Oh, so soft and nice, but big and firm too. They are firm beautiful boobies. Mmmmmmm." "Yeah, I've been playing with them for about five days now," Henry informed the lad as the kid now pawed needily at June's juggernaut jaunting and jiggling juggy jugs. "No shit?" the 18-year-old vendor asked him, sighing audibly as both hands circled each absurd curve of each of June's jumbo swells of tit. "You kick some ass, man! I mean, you've got one hot Granny here! I would never be able to keep my hands off of her!" "Oh, he doesn't," June assured the youth with a grin, sighing herself as he pulled on both of her nipples and massive areola again. "Henry does all sorts of fun shit with me, baby. But that's enough, lover. We just need our drinks now, sweetie. Glad you enjoyed ol' Granny June's juggies." June brushed his hands away and reached down over the counter to squeeze his expanded crotch before she stood erect, big boobs leading the rest of her body, and allowed the kid to get them some Coca-Colas. "Wow, Granny, you sure know how to operate," Henry said softly, patting June's once again t-shirt covered mams. The young lad busied himself filling two disposable cups with Coca- Cola, putting lids on them and sliding a straw into the slit in the plastic lid. "Here you go, ma'am," he told June, his eyes lowering to once more take in the magnificent bosom before him as he handed one of the cups to her, and then one to Henry. "And you sure are lucky to be able to play with those things all the time, too." "Oh, you bet I am," Henry responded, dimpling one of his grandma's recently mauled milkwagons for emphasis. "And sometimes she even lets me tittiefuck them." "Man, oh man," the kid said sadly, his eyes darting over her protuberant pounds of womanly wobblers for the last time. "Some guys have all the luck." Taking their drinks, wobbly-whoppered June and well-hung Henry walked behind the concession stand to sit at a picnic table in the shade of a large oak tree where it was cooler, sipping their drinks and taking in the sights and sounds of the carnival around them. "What would you like to do next, Henry?" June asked him sweetly, resting her raucous rack on the tabletop. "How about I just tittiefuck you right here?" Henry said, setting his drink down and reaching across the table to place a hand underneath each of her barely restrained boobahs, her sweet globular rack that he loved so much. "Seriously, Henry," June said, taking a sip from her straw with her thick pouty red lips as he manhandled her woman wiggles. "But wait a minute. Do you think we could get away with a tittiefuck right in front of all these passersby? Hmmmmm? No, seriously, Henry. Where do you want to head next?" "The hills, maybe. Ha ha ha!" "Henry, which ride do you want to head towards now? And don't you say it! Tee hee hee! I can read your fucking mind, you naughty fucker. Drink your drink, Henry, and we can just see what we happen upon in this little fucking park." "Mmmmmmmmmmm, this hits the spot!" Henry declared, not indicating his drink, but the mammoth titties he currently fondled. "Drink, Henry," June demanded impatiently, wanting her jugs to be left in peace just long enough to quench her own thirst on such a hot day. "You need to replenish those bodily fluids of yours. Tee hee. And if you finish your drink, I thought it might be fun to go and take a ride in the tunnel of love. It's a long ride, and dark, so it will be a good way to get out of this heat for a while." Picking up his drink and guzzling the entire contents of the plastic cup in mere seconds, Henry stood up and indicated that he was ready to move on. "Tunnel of love, here we come!" he whooped, grabbing June's hand and pulling her along impatiently, the only hand tugging her body forward by the teatsie weatsies, a move that caused even more attention from the other patrons at the park. "Maybe I can explore your tunnel of love while I'm at it. Hee hee." "Oh, baby. You are such a hopeless romantic," June sighed, laughing girlishly, amused at Henry's use of her watermelon-sized assets as handles. "There it is, sweetie. Now let me find those tickets again." "And maybe I can find those tittets again," Henry quipped cornily, throwing his arm around June's waist again, feeling her wobbling zeppelins smacking into his side, grazing his abdomen occasionally with their freed flesh. "You never stop, do you, Henry?" June told him with a knowing glance as they walked, shimmying her boobies on purpose and smacking his body with them as she threw her own arm around his waist, oblivious to the whispering crowd and the quiet laughs at their t-shirts, her hand now firmly on Henry's ass. "How far away is this tunnel of love?" Henry asked her, his own hand going to her big ass, his body quivering as her twin jugs vibrated against him. "Oh, it's right next to you, lover cock," June Humper cooed into his ear, squashing her breasts harder against him. "My tunnel of love is right under my Daisy Dukes, good fucker." "Give the man the tickets, Nana," Henry urged her, feeling a familiar stirring between his legs as his grandmother's gorgeous, glandular globes pressed into his side. "My big fucker is getting stiff again." "I just did, sweetcheeks," June told him with a breathy sigh, her own libido starting to rise after a downward glance revealed the familiar bulge in Henry's shorts, a bulge brought on by her Pandora Peaks- sized peaks and the rest of her perfect physique. "Come on. Let's get the last boat. It's more private." Finally sitting in their own little boat in the darkened tunnel, June raised her hips up and lowered her Daisy Dukes as Henry gave an appreciative whistle, never tiring of looking at his grandmother's ample ass, round and firm and fully packed as it was, his second favorite body part next to her breasts. Sliding her panties down, she reached over and assisted Henry in getting his shorts unbuttoned and the fly lowered. "Now let me straddle you, sweetie," she told him, moving into position and causing a quake in her round heavy boobage. "There, now help me get him in, sweetie. There's a good boy." June knelt on the seat of the boat, celestial cantaloupes a-swaying, one knee on either side of Henry, holding on to his shoulders for support. Reaching down with one hand, she held her nether lips open and guided the tip of Henry's now fully erect pecker to her slickly lubricated 'tunnel of love' and once in place, slid down onto him, impaling herself on his rigid stalk up to the hilt. "Oh, I feel so full," June moaned, just sitting for a moment to enjoy the snug feeling of their two parts, one inside the other, snug as a bug in a rug; more snug even than her boulders forced into a tittie- holder. "Your big fucker is stretching my cunny, baby." Finally beginning to move, June raised herself up slightly before slamming down again, boobahs jouncing and bounding weightily in the process, grinding her pelvis into his as he used his hands to fondle and knead her chubby chest charms, squeezing them, and playfully pinching her pert nipples that were easily discernible through the thin fabric of her t-shirt. "Holy shit, you're so fucking tight. Oooooo, yeah, that feels good," Henry grunted, shoving June upward by her knockers as she slid up and down on his thick stalk. "How can a 60-year-old who's been getting boned as long as you have, Grandma, how can that thing still be so tight?" "Tee hee hee, Henry. Maybe I'm as loose as a fucking goose and you just have one monster-sized organ between your legs. Tee hee. Have you ever thought of that? Oh, shit, it's biiiigggggg!" June groaned, sliding up and down and letting her boobs jiggle and Henry's foot long hot dog plumb her snug insides. "Yeah, ooooooo, that feels good in there," June's tittie baby cooed, his penis sliding up and into her again, poking against the deepest part of her private parts, which today were his own personal tourist attraction. "I guess you could just be a loose banged-out whore and I'm just too fucking well-hung to feel it." "You're turning me on, baby," June sighed, continuing to bob up and down on his rock hard phallus, both body and bosom sailing upward before gravity took over. "I love it when you talk all dirty and shit. Tee hee. You're one well-hung big fucker, Henry. That horsecock of yours could fill the Grand Canyon of cunnies." "Just shut up and fuck me," Henry told her, his breathing ragged against her throat, his hands still roaming freely on her bountiful blouse bunnies, his hands now under her t-shirt, feeling the warm flesh and pebbly nipple hard-ons as he pushed and pulled on them, tweaking them hard enough to elicit a barely perceptible whimper from between her pouty lips. "Oh! Oh! Oh! You good Humperfucker, you! Oh, Granny! Ride this cowboy like a wild fucking bronco at the fucking tunnel of love rodeo! Oh! Oh!" Henry could already feel some pre-cum leakage from the head of his wee wee, adding to the slippery wetness already produced in copious amounts by June's pussy. "Hurry the fuck up, baby," June urged him, crying out when Henry's hand, the one that wasn't fondling her honeydew honkers, found her clitoris, her lovely nub, in the darkness of the amusement park ride and began to pull and rub on it digitally. "Oh, shit, Henry! That's the same thing the UPS man does when he drops by with a package and ends up fucking me." "Yeah, but, ohhh, ohhh, ohhh! I'll bet his cock doesn't fill you up this fucking much," Henry Humper told her arrogantly, cupping her left boob and tickling her clit intensely with his hand as he drove his twelve incher penis up and down into her slick chasm, up and down, up and down, in and out, in and out, until he knew that jizzing was so urgently imminent. "Whoooooo! Uhhhh! Uhhhh! Henry, yessssssss!" June whooped, arriving at her own orgasm, her pussy vibrating, her own tunnel of love full of tickles and pinpricks of pleasure and her blimp-like ta tas rocketing in all possible directions. "Oh my goodness, baby! That was a doozy," June moaned, as the last waves of her orgasm washed over her, exhausting her, and yet exhilarating her emotionally, hot sexuality almost bleaching her body with euphoric ebullience. "Now you better hurry up and come, Henry Humper, or I'm going to get caught with my fucking pants down when this ride ends." "Oh! Oh! I'm trying, Nana," groaned Henry, still pounding into his voluptuous grandmother's honeypot, his downy hair-covered nutsack slapping rhythmically at the back of her shapely thighs and his hands still exploring her powerful chestly poundage. "Uh! Uh! Oh, I think I'm gonna. Yep, I'm gonna! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" "Oh, baby, that was fun," June giggled, moving forward so as to disengage his private part from hers and quickly pulling up her panties and Daisy Duke shorts. "Now get that fly done up, Henry. Hurry! The ride is nearly over. I can start to see daylight in front of us." Five minutes later:.......... "Now that was a fun motherfucking ride," Henry told June as they walked through the carnival, her bulging breastesses still braless and bouncing like crazy, his arm around her waist yet again and his hand on her wide round J-Lo-like ass that shifted back and forth with every lovely sexy step she took, moving inside her little short cut- off jean shorts. "Oh, you got that fucking right," June laughed as her breasts leaped in sweet freedom, her hand moving from around her grandson's waist as she patted him on his recently deflated crotch, never missing a step as they walked. "And that soldier between your fucking legs never fails to amaze. It's never let me down yet. Tee hee. I guess it can't let ME down if IT'S always up. Right, baby?" They both giggled and yet still observed the quiet comments and occasional whistles from the surrounding men, due to abundant knockers and bulging booty. When they stopped walking, June leaned her face closer to Henry and their lips met yet another time that day. Henry returned the kiss, pressing the entire length of his body against hers, their hips together, her bra-busting mammies pressed flat against his chest. The kiss lasted for a few minutes, much to their mutual surprise, but finally the moment ended, and they pulled reluctantly apart. "I love you, Nana." "And I love you too, Henry." It was now getting to be towards the latter part of the afternoon, so they rested for a moment and discussed what else they would like to do before leaving the carnival. "Can we go to the funhouse, Nana?" Henry asked, both of his hands around her waist instead of her mountaintops for a change. "I always like looking in that weird funhouse mirror. It makes my wee wee look fucking huge! And your honkers too!" Wee Wee Camp: The Carnival "Of course we can, baby," June said breathily, her K cuppers expanding as she squeezed his crotch for emphasis. "I'd love to have a look at that big fucker of yours in the mirror." "And I want to see how big your tits can get in that fucking mirror too, Jumbo Nana," Henry managed to say, his enthusiasm evident in his voice and the hardness that was creeping back into his cock, unexpected even to him, having just squeezed out another big load into tittie queen June's cunny slot. "How about another kiss before we head to the fucking freak show, hot stuff?" "Oh, for sure, poopsie," the 60-year-old Humper whispered, shoving her whoppers against him yet again. "Oh, gee whiz, Henry. My stomach has butterflies. Tee hee hee." "Just shut up and kiss me, as that fucking no-talent country singer would say," Henry ordered her playfully, feeling her tumbling freed teats against his form as June shoved her ruby red lipstick-clad thick lips against his slightly thinner ones. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm!" June managed as their lips pressed urgently together, just as urgently as her juggernaut jugs crushed into her grandbaby's body. "Holy shit, Grandma," Henry yelped, pulling his lips away from hers suddenly and his body away from her inflated chest. "If you keep kissing me like that, I'm going to get another fucking hard-on and we'll never make it to the funhouse!" "You're right, sweetie. I'm sorry," June said contritely, pulling away from the embrace herself, jumbo jubblies and all. "Let's go get a look at your big fucker in that mirror, shall we?" Walking arm in arm again, the two of them strolled through the crowded carnival, still eliciting stares and whispers from many of the other carnival-goers, mostly men who ostensibly envied Henry being in the company of such a big-breasted beauty as June Humper. Henry could almost feel his chest puffing up in pride, and his wee wee quivered slightly at the idea that this big-tittied bitch was all his. "Here we are, Nana. Here's the funhouse. Do you have the tickets?" "Yes. Right here, Henry," June said, handing them to the funhouse operator as the man eyed her orbular eye candy, licking his lips at the sight of her tottering boobies. "I feel like a kid again, sweetie. This day at the carnival with you has made me feel young again." "Even though you are an old bitch. Ha ha. Come on, old woman," Henry urged her with a snicker, grabbing hold of June's hand and pulling her inside the funhouse, just as a couple of guys nearby whispered slightly too loud, "Would you look at those fucking tits!" "Oh, shit. I'd forgotten what it's like to walk on the sloped floor. It makes you feel all drunk and shit." "Tee hee, Henry. I feel like I'm going to fall the fuck over," June said, unable to control her steps as she attempted to cross the crooked room, slamming into Henry, her breasts pressing against his side as she struggled to gain her equilibrium. "Tee hee hee. This is some funny shit." "There's the mirror, Granny," Henry shouted in excitement, pulling her along, using her baby-feeders this time, yanking the nipples urgently. "Hurry up. I can't wait to see your big titties in that thing. They'll look fucking huge." "You sure are anxious, Henry. Hee hee hee," June giggled, walking over to stand in front of the distorted mirror, wincing at the mixture of pleasurable tingles and painful tension in her titflesh. "What should I do?" "Roll your t-shirt up, for one thing, Granny," said Henry helpfully, reaching to try to help her peel the material up over her overworked knockers. "I want to see what your big blimp-like boob bunnies look like in the mirror." June did as Henry suggested, grabbing the hem of her t-shirt and rolling it up until the hem was just below the level of her armpits, exposing the full expanse of her humongous titbags. "Holy fucking shit, Granny! Those fucking puppies of yours look heeeeuuuuuuuugggggggggeeeeeeeeeee in that mirror! They look about the size of a fucking barn door! And look! Your nipples are about the fucking size of a dinner plate! Wee wee likes!" "Oh, sweetie. You do say the sweetest things to me sometimes. Now whip out your johnson, Henry." Henry immediately did what she ordered him to and they both laughed as the teenager moved back and forth in front of the mirror, as he switched from being stetched out to looking like a compacted midget, his wee wee morphing in front of the freakish reflector. "Wow, Granny! It's hanging down to my fucking knees! Look at this motherfucker!" Henry gasped in surprise, seeing his flaccid pecker morph into a snake in front of the cackling pair who stood exposing their parts in the childish funhouse. "Wow! Now you look like you have a little weiner, baby," jiggly- juggered June Humper chuckled, touching his penis as she shook her own honkers in front of the mirror. "You look like an underdeveloped wussy boy when the mirror does that shit to your cock. Hee hee hee!" "All right. I'm all choked up from the emotion of this moment," Henry said sarcastically, patting his grandma's bulging breasts as she pulled her t-shirt back down. "Let's get the fuck out of here. After that free Coke, I've got to piss like a motherfucking racehorse. I've gotta go to the restroom." "Okay, Henry. I'll take you." "Okay, Granny. But don't hold my wee wee too tight at the urinal. It makes it hard to get a stream started." Several hours and half a dozen carnival rides later.......... "Mmmm! Mmmm! Mmmm!" moaned Henry Humper, his head pressed against his grandmother's topsy turvy teat as she drove, his mouth firmly around the nipple and areola of her right breast, sucking on her, an action that was soothing for both parties involved. June, in return, had managed to fish Henry's big trouser snake out of his pants and boxers without having to pull the car over and while still having her titties sucked, and was deliberately stroking and fondling him as the car covered the distance between the carnival and the Humper farm. "Oh, baby," said June with a sigh, moaning as a coursing of pleasure that she relished rippled through the jumbo jug that her favorite tittie baby breast-fed from. "I really had fun today, didn't you?" "Mmmm! Mmmm! Mmmmm!" was all that Henry could utter as he reached up with his left hand to grasp, squeeze and fondle her freed woman wiggle. "Mmmmmmm!" "Your wee wee is hard as a fucking rock, baby," June observed, stroking the entire twelve inches of him as he suckled amiably on her protruding peak, dry-nursing in a most hearty fashion. "Oh, sweetie! Your wee wee is fucking dribbling harder than an NBA Rookie of the Year! Are you fixing to come?" "MMMMMMM! MMMMMMM!" Henry grunted louder, his mouth full of not only her nipple and areola, but about as much honkerflesh as he could fit into his oral grasp. "Shit, baby! That fucking jizz is dripping all over my hands! Open the glove compartment, Henry, and point your horsecock in that direction!" June said hurriedly, throwing her hand back and forth over her grandson's dick as she drove, her hulking hooters jarring up and down with the bumps in the road and the forceful breastfeeding that Henry gave to her closest teat. "Hurry, Henry, hurry! Open that fucking glovebox and point your shaft that way! We can clean that shit out later! Come on! Hurry up! Don't just nurse! Point, fucker! Point!" "Alright, alright!" Henry shouted, pulling his mouth from her puckered nipple with an audible pop and moving his body so that he was closer to the glove compartment before opening it. "That's it, baby. Let it come now," June urged, pulling on his pecker like a farmer trying to extract milk from a cow udder, Henry having just released her own set of udderly stupefying large wobbling melons. "Let it fly, sweetie! Jizz, baby! Jizz!" "It's fucking coming!" Henry whooped at last, aiming his jumbo johnson towards the glovebox as June kept rubbing him, his jism shooting straight out and pooling in the opened glove compartment. "Holy shit, Henry! I can't believe you still have that much jizz in your balls, baby!" June laughed, amazed that he was able to produce such a lot of ejaculate after all of the activity they had shared that day, though she knew that her elephantine chest glands were partially to credit. "I better get that fucking glovebox cleaned out before the next time Grandpa wants to use the car. Tee hee." "Either that or he might have a nasty surprise waiting for him," Henry replied, smiling as he wiped off his recently extinguished cock with a tissue, smacking his Nana's bare boobahs before June finally pulled down her t-shirt once again, having already pulled it up many times during the course of their tawdry day at the carnival. "Well, he probably would fucking deserve it, Henry," June told him, massaging the tension out of her overworked overabundant bosom as she continued to drive, the farm only about a quarter mile away at this point. "I mean, he gets his wee wee juice on the seats all the time when he is fucking those college age busty floozies in this car. One of the little minxes even broke off the mirror when she was hanging on to it and straddling Ward's big cock. Tee hee hee." "I know, Granny," laughed Henry, wiping the last bit of stray cum that clung to the end of his wee wee on June's Daisy Dukes before tucking it away in his boxers and zipping up his shorts, giving her Boobsie Twins one last feel. "That old man gets more fucking pussy than I do, if that's even fucking humanly possible." June laughed at the remark as she pulled into the long gravel drive leading to the Humper farm, her jugs lurching forward and smacking the steering wheel when she braked. "Home at last. You go on inside, Henry. I'm just going to clean out the glove compartment before Grandpa Ward sees it and pitches a fit. I'll be in the house in a few minutes." June cleaned the glovebox completely with a Kleenex, but occasionally sampled a dab of stray cum as she worked. When she was done, she tossed the soiled tissues in the trash on the way into the house, her rocking rack beating hard against her clothing as she strode inside. Almost as soon as the boob matriarch entered the large, rambling farmhouse, the doorbell chimed. "Wonder who the fuck that could be?" Henry inquired, rushing to the window and peeking outside. "Oh, shit! It's the motherfucking cops, Nana! See, I told you we wouldn't get away with that hit and run fucking shit today! Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Don't let them take me away! I feel as ill at ease as Elton John at the Playboy mansion! Do something, Granny!" "Don't worry, baby," June consoled him, her unhoused mountains quaking under her dark blue t-shirt as she walked to the door, patting Henry reassuringly on the crotch of his shorts. "I won't let them take you away. Big-boobied Nana will take care of her loverboy. Just rest easy, poopsie." "Fuck! Are you sure, Granny?" "I'm sure, sweetie. Remember these two hills I've got on the front of me, oh ye of little faith. Tee hee hee. I'm going to open the fucking door now." June opened the door, smiling widely and pushing her bust out at the young policeman who stood on her front porch. "Good evening, Officer. Is there something I can do for you?" she inquired politely, grinning inwardly as he stole a glance at her gorgeous gams. "There's nothing wrong, I hope." "Well, ma'am. I'm going to need to come inside, errrrrr, I mean, uhhhh, enter your house. I have a few questions that I need to ask you and the boy, if you don't mind." "Mind? No, of course we don't mind. Anything to help our boys in blue. Right, Henry? Do come in." June jounced and bounced and jiggled and wiggled as she led the officer to the living room and indicated a chair for him to sit on. "So, what's this all about, Officer?" "Ma'am, we are investigating a hit and run accident that happened this afternoon. A car plowed into a group of animal activists, knocking a couple of them down, and then fled the scene. We have a description of the car and witnesses said they saw a boy fitting this young man's description driving. They also reported seeing a blonde female head rising and falling somewhere near the vicinity of his lap." "Oh, golly gee whiz! That's terrible," June Humper shrieked, placing a hand atop her left breast at her heart to feign sincerity. "Those poor activists. I can't imagine who would do such a horrific thing. Can you, Henry?" "N-n-n-no, Gran'ma," the youngster stammered, moving closer to his bust-heavy relative and the officer, who wore a look of cold seriousness on his face. "No one was hurt seriously, ma'am, but two of these animal afficionados sustained some mild scrapes and bruises. One of them was so upset that he called for radical eco-terrorism and a freeing of all the animals at the zoo. Bizarre, to be sure, but we are still trying to find the driver responsible for this incident," the officer informed them, his eyes dropping to stare at June's bountiful bustline, the only thing separating her naked boobies from his eyes being a thin tee. "Son, were you driving that car today? If you were, then you better level with me now and make things easier on yourself in the long run." "I'm afraid you must have made a mistake, Officer," June said, shimmying her shoulders slightly so that her glorious globes bounced provocatively under the thin fabric that encased them. "I was with my grandson all afternoon, and I can assure you, you have the wrong young man." "Ma'am, we have a description of the car, and a description of the driver that matches your grandson. I'm afraid that I am going to have to ask you both to come down to the station to answer a few more questions." "Officer," June said again, this time batting her eyelashes at the young cop as she made her beautiful liberated boobies quake visibly. "Could I speak to you for a few minutes in the other room?" "Alright, ma'am. But only for a moment," he replied, trying to maintain his somber facade, but now openly ogling her extensive lumps of boobage. "And then I'll have to take you both to the station." June indicated the door to the kitchen, holding it open after passing all fifty pounds of her mammary baggage through it and allowing the officer to enter the kitchen behind her. Henry Humper let out a gust of air as he watched his chesty grandma, lush honkers heaving, and the officer disappear into the kitchen. It was only a minute later that Henry grinned as he sat down, hearing the sounds of heavy breathing coming from the direction of the kitchen and dining room. It was obvious that the massive-mammaried matriarch of the Humper family was taking care of business, solving yet another problem in the only way she knew how; with her giant jubblies, her lush pussy or her thick, dick-pleasuring lips. "I'm home-free," Henry whispered, feeling relief wash over him as he thanked his lucky stars for her fulsome funbags. "Oh, Officer! That feels good!" June's squeal echoed through the house. When the kitchen door swung open five minutes later, the policeman was smiling and zipping up his fly while June did up the front of her Daisy Duke ass-squeezing jean shorts and pushed her 'WEE WEE CAMP' t- shirt back over her monstrous chest. "Thank you so much for coming. Tee hee. And I do mean 'coming'," June told the young officer sweetly as she opened the front door for him, jutting out her pouty puppies once more for his utility. "I am so glad we were able to get everything straightened out. Tee hee. And I do mean 'straightened out'. Gosh, your wee wee's a big fucker. And thick too." "I'm really sorry to have bothered you, ma'am," he said in response, looking wistfully at her wobbly lurching juggies. "And your grandson. Those witnesses must have become confused. At any rate, please accept my apologies for bothering you." "No bother at all, Officer," June said, holding the door open for him as he left her home, the policeman stealing one last fleeting glance at her heavy old honkers which were both still in motion. "No bother at all." "Am I good or what, Henry?" June asked him, as she closed the door behind the policeman and turned around, her sauntering set following her weightily. "I swear, I don't know what women with itty bitty titties do. These fuckers can take care of just about any situation." "I am so relieved, Nana," Henry said, his statement evidenced by the look on his face, the young man not looking at her tits for once. "Thank you, thank you, thank you. I mean, holy shit. You just fucked us out of one crazy jam, Nana. Using that hot bod, those bubbly jubblies to keep me out of jail." "Well, it wasn't entirely altruistic, sweetheart," June explained, sitting down beside him and letting her hand fall atop his dormant crotch, her bazooms pushing pliably against his chest. "I mean, you are too young to go to jail, but that wasn't the main reason I did what I did." "Well then, why did you?" Henry asked her, one of his hands going underneath her t-shirt and closing around the bottom of one of her hefty Humper hilltops. "Well, Henry. If you went to jail, I wouldn't be able to play with your heeeeuuugge cock and always full balls. Now what fucking fun would that be for Granny?" Mrs. Humper told him affectionately, rubbing the front of his shorts with the palm of her hand as she gave his abdomen a discernible tittie-rubbing. "Can I ask you something, Granny?" Henry asked, his face suddenly taking on a serious expression as she massaged him with her superb glands. "Of course you can, sweetie," June replied, continuing to rub his private parts as he resumed his rubbing of her sizable parts. "What has you looking so serious so suddenly?" "Hang on. Let me get something from the front hall closet," Henry said, forsaking her big boom booms and rising from the couch, striding towards the front hall. "I have something I want to give you." "A present? For me?" June asked, looking completely surprised as she played with her own pulsating puppies shamelessly. "It's not my birthday, or my anniversary." Coming back into the living room, Henry held out his green football team jacket with his name and player number embroidered on the back. "I'd like you to put this on, Nana," he said softly, looking slightly anguished as he offered the piece of clothing to his naughty- knockered Nana. "And I was wondering if we could......if we.......um........could......if we could...like........go steady?" "Wow, Henry. That's surprising," June said, looking intently into her grandbaby's eyes, her K cupped bra-breakers bobbing amiably. "But Henry, today has made one thing abundantly clear." "Well, you would know about abundance, Granny," Henry laughed, standing in front of the picture-perfect 60-year-old boobie goddess. "Henry, I would love to go steady with you, sweet boy," she gushed, slowly donning his football jacket and then pulling it around the cartoon swells of her protruding peaks to button it. "I just realized today at the carnival that I have never had more fun with another person before. We are so compatible. I mean sexually, wink wink, and otherwise. Don't you agree, lover?" "Oh, I couldn't agree more," Henry chimed cheerfully, his wee wee growing excited to see his insufficient jacket squeezed over her titanic boobsie twins. "How do I look?" June asked, turning around in a circle so that Henry could see her in the jacket from all angles, most of them wonderfully lascivious in their abundantly swollen towering tittieness. "It seems to fit me all right." "Wow, Granny!" Henry exclaimed, putting his fingers to his lips to produce a loud, shrill wolf whistle as he surveyed his jacket extended over the expanse of her celestially wonderful watermelons. "You sure do fill that jacket out better than I do." "Oh, baby, I do love you," June moaned, wrapping her arms around Henry's neck and pulling him tightly against the bumpiness of her bust-laden body. "I really do."