Wee Wee Camp: A Horny Homecoming

Henry and June Humper star in: "Wee Wee Camp: Day Two (Early Morning) - A Horny Homecoming" Written by Victor C. Nathan and Chantal Lefleur This particular story takes place a couple hours before "A Humping They Did Go". Enjoy the exciting return of excessive Humper horniness!
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"Hennnnnnnnnnnrrrrrrrrryyyyyyyyyyyy!" June Humper called up the stairs from the front hall of her home, still dressed in the short, sheer nightgown that she had hastily covered with a chenille robe before coming down to fix breakfast for her husband, Ward. The robe, belted at the waist, hugged her still youthful curves, especially her pulchritudinous protruberances which jutted out hugely from her chest. "Are you going to get up any time soon and come down here for something to eat?"
"Coming!" 18-year-old Henry yelled in response, stretching out lanquidly like a cat, trying to shake off the sleepiness he still felt. He was dressed only in a pair of checked boxers, and he could feel his wee wee still laying limply against his left thigh. He had ejaculated so many times the night of his arrival, thanks to his grandma and her gazoombas, that his pecker was exhausted, too exhausted even to manage his usual morning erection.
"Motherfucker," Henry snapped softly to himself, aggravated to have to get up so relatively early, but still happy to be in the glorious land of Wee Wee Camp, the land where all his wee wee's dreams would come true and where he could discover the joys, the wonders and majesty of his grandmother June's twin towers of tittie. "Oh, fuck, my dick is so fucking tuckered out. It feels like it's been rubbed against a fucking grindstone. I'm COMING! I MEAN, UH, I'M HEADING DOWN TO BREAKFAST, GRANDMA!"
Henry had to laugh at his own need for clarification when it came to what his 'coming' meant. After everything he and his juggernaut- jugged granny had engaged in the night before, Henry figured an explanation was necessary. He had never screamed "I'm coming!" more times in one day than he had the previous one, his first hours at wee wee camp.
Jumping up from bed, he quickly went into the en suite bathroom to take a pee and splash some water on his face before heading downstairs. Taking two steps at a time until about half way down, he then jumped the rest of the way in one leap, landing heavily in the foyer of his grandparents' home.
"Holy fucking shit, Henry, but you do make a lot of noise. Reminds me of when my kids were young, the racket would be deafening some mornings. Either they were running down to get breakfast or running down to get breastfed. Now get in here and get your breakfast before it gets cold."
Henry walked down the short corridor to the kitchen, his eyes immediately taking in the amazing feminine curves of his female grandparent's body. She might be all of sixty years old, but she still had the body of a young girl, her huge titties still high and pert, poking provocatively through the heavy chenille fabric of her robe.
Henry could still recall the resplendent feel from the night before and the tingling good sensation that had leaped, as wonderful as fuck, through the stalk of his penis as he crammed his manhood into the dark, lovely and deep cleavage that resided between the hills, the humps, the humongous lumps of boobsieness that June carried around on her pre-geriatric body, wobbling like pliable wonders of nature.
"Oh, Henry, how is my sweet boy doing this morning? Oh, sweetie, you're just wearing your little boxer shorts. I could have sworn that was the pair that got all stained with your sticky jizz last night after dinner. You were squirting that shit like it was going out of style, Henry. Hee hee. Fucking motherfucker, good fucker. Now sit your cute bottom down and eat your breakfast."
"Okay, okay," Henry said good-naturedly, sitting down at the table and using his fork to spear a chunk of cheese and mushroom omelet, eating it ravenously, not having eaten since he had a few chocolate chip cookies the night before as his busty grandmother tried to get his almost spent wee wee erect one more time.
"Guess what, Henry?" June asked enthusiastically, her breasts bobbing and swinging salaciously as she swayed with obvious excitement.
"What?" Henry replied, taking yet another bite of food and swallowing it down with some freshly squeezed orange juice as he gawked at her gorgeous gammies.
"Well," June said coyly, flashing Henry a bright, warm smile while letting her robe gape slightly at the front, exposing her left breast to him, clearly visible through the thin, sheer fabric of her silk nightgown. "Grandpa and I talked it over this morning, and if you want to, and it's alright with your mom, we'd like you to stay here the whole mariobet güvenilirmi summer. Would you like that, Henry?"
"Are you kidding? I mean, do your titties jiggle when I hump 'em? Hell motherfucking yeah! That's bitchin', Granny! Go, Granny, yeah! Hell, yeah, you cartoon-knockered old broad! Fuck, yeah! Fuck, yeah! Fucking A! And A stands for fucking Amazon titties! I can play with those bouncy fuckers for three fucking months! Oh, yeah! Tugs! Boobie clenches! Wee wee washes! Mattress testings! Unmentionables! Yipppppppppeeeeeeeeeeeee! Yippppppppppp-fucking-eeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
Henry was so excited, so full of joy, bliss, horniness, sudden tumescence in the wee wee department and huge hunger for Granny's titties that was so strong he could barely contain all the ebullience welling, almost like jism inside a wee wee.
"Tee hee, Henry," June laughed, her breasts juggling wild and free in her excitement, a sight that did not go unnoticed by Henry. "I'm glad you're pleased, baby, but don't you think you better call your mom and make sure it's okay with her before you get your hopes too high? Run upstairs and call her, okay?"
After walking upstairs......
Henry listened to the ringing on the other end of the second floor extension and was soon rewarded by hearing his rackishly wrought mother's pleasantly girlish voice.
"Hello?"
"Mom, it's me!" Henry shouted, barely able to contain his enthusiasm at the thought of staying on his grandparents' farm for the entire summer. Visions of endless hours spent fondling, fucking or sucking his nana's humongous hooters ran through his mind, causing a slight upward leap of his oversized male part. "Grandma and Grandpa just told me that if it's okay with you, I can stay here the whole summer. Can I, Mom? Can I? Please?"
"Oh, Henry, I don't know," his mother Hilda said in response, her voice sounding wistful. "There's almost three full months left of summer and I don't know if Harriet and I can manage here without you for that long. I mean, who will mow the lawn?"
"But, Mommy," Henry whined, really afraid at this point that his chestful mother would put an immediate end to his lascivious plans for a summer of fun with June and her massive set. "Please, please, pleasssssssssse, let me stay here. I promise to do anything you ask of me when I get back, but please let me stay here. Grandma June has all kinds of fun things planned for us and she'd be really disappointed if you said 'no.'"
"Tee hee, I bet she has plans alright, and all of them involve your big fucking wee wee, don't they?" Hilda told him, knowing her mother better than almost anyone.
"Well, uhhhhhhhhh, I guess some of them, uhhhhhhhhhhhh, well, hell fucking yeah, they do! What the hell is wrong with that? I mean, I had my wee wee so far between her knockers last night, and Mom, it felt soooooooo goooooooooddddddddd! I got all A's in school. I deserve this shit!" Henry screeched, grabbing his wee wee and rubbing it vigorously and thinking, picturing the titties downstairs in the kitchen and the set of titties on his mother many miles away. His wee wee may have been worn out, but Henry could bet that it was ready for some more action, and he wanted all he could get of titties, titties, titties. "I came eight fucking times last night. You should have seen that son of a bitch last night, Mom. You would have been beaming with pride when that jizz started flying!"
"Tee hee hee," Hilda laughed, her own triple J cuppers bobbing and bouncing wildly as her laughter overtook her. She wasn't sure she wanted Henry to be away for the entire summer, but something in his voice gave her a clear indication of his wishes and she relented, albeit somewhat reluctantly.
"Alright, baby," she said soothingly, a tear welling up in the corner of her eye as she thought about the three months ahead of her without her baby boy, her little wee wee boy that she indulged so much. "You can stay, but only on a couple of conditions, okay?"
"Sure, Mom!" Henry shouted, jumping up and down in jubilation, so happy that she had assented to his wishes and knowing the boobalicious joys which soon would come his way. "What are the conditions?"
"Well, Henry," Hilda responded, the tear coursing down her cheek and dropping into her frighteningly deep cleavage. "You have to phone me several times a week, okay? Momma is going to miss her big tittie baby. And one other thing, sweetie."
"What's that, Mom?" Henry asked, feeling so enthusiastic that he could barely keep the waver out of his voice, a voice horny and ready for a summer of tawdriness and honkerish inappropriateness.

"Tell your Grandma June to take it easy on that big wee wee of yours," Hilda Humper mariobet yeni giriş told her youngest child with a laugh, pinching one of her own nipples and tugging softly on her bare left knocker. "I mean, she's gonna wear that fucker out if she goes too crazy. I'll bet she is always touching your wee wee, isn't she? I mean, I want that thing to still be in good working order when you bring Mr. Wean home this fall. Holy shit, I can't even imagine Mom with that horsecock of yours for three fucking months! It may need to be sewn back on surgically! But you were such a good student that you deserve this, you proud fucker. You deserve to have some quality time to play with your Granny's big honkers, Henry. It'll help you unwind. And shit, they are the only set of tits bigger than your Mommy, the tittie queen of T