Starring Beautiful Colossally-Cleavaged Hilda Humper, Her Balloon-Breasted Daughter Harriet And Her Well Hung Son, Henry In:
"Guess Who's Cumming To Dinner."
Thanks to Victor C Nathan for the use of his wonderful characters
All characters in the story are aged 18 or over
Part 01
"
Kids!
" Hilda called up the stairs to her two children. They were both young adults now but she still thought of them as kids. "Lunch is ready!" Then she stood back to avoid the stampede that would follow.
Henry was first down the stairs - a tall, strapping lad with handsome features. "Thanks, Mom," he cried as he rushed past.
He was quickly followed by his older sister, Harriet - a knockout blonde with breasts the size of basketballs. Hilda watched her daughter's enormous tits bounce and jiggle beneath her sweater as she descended the stairs and beamed with pride at the sight of her splendid assets.
'They'll be as large as mine soon, if she keeps growing,' Hilda thought to herself as she followed the two younger Humpers into the dining room. Then, looking down at her own spectacular mounds of flesh, she added 'but she'll need to put on a few more inches yet.'
Three bowls of steaming, hot soup sat on the table, and beside each bowl was a large chunk of French bread.
Henry was just reaching for his bowl to pick it up and carry it through to the front room when Hilda stopped him. "I'd like us to have lunch together today, please. I have something to tell you."
Curious, the Humper children both sat down and waited anxiously to hear what their mother had to say.
"Do you mind if I take my sweater off for lunch please, Mama?" Harriet interrupted before her mother could get started. "I don't want to spill any soup on it before I go out."
"Of course dear," Hilda replied. "You go right ahead. In fact, I'd better do the same. That nice Mr Chester is coming around this afternoon. He... er... has something for me... I mean us, and I don't want him to see me covered in soup."
Harriet & Henry smiled knowingly at each other. Their mother had taken quite a shine to their neighbour, Charles Chester, and he had been spending a lot of time in their house lately. He would arrive ostensibly to do some odd jobs for the Humpers, but would spend as much time sucking on Hilda's huge tits and having his wee washed as he would working.
"He's been away on business the last couple of days, hasn't he?" Harriet asked as she pulled her sweater over her head. Then she giggled. "He must have quite a load for you by now."
"I do hope so," Hilda smiled wistfully. "If his wife hasn't got to it first. He only got home this morning."
"She
is
his wife, Mama," Harriet smiled at her mother as she dropped her sweater to the floor and reached behind her back to unclasp her enormous bra.
"Yes, but she doesn't appreciate him the way I do," Hilda explained as she reached for the straps of her dress. "His lovely baby batter will just end up in a tissue or a rubber instead of in my tummy." She paused and looked wistfully in the direction of the Chester house. "What a waste..." Then she returned her attention to her lunch.
Henry watched as both his mother and sister removed their tops and rested their enormous breasts on the dinner table. He remembered how his mother used to scold him for resting his elbows on the table during dinner and smiled at the thought of mentioning it now.
But instead he gripped his spoon rather more tightly than before and concentrated on eating his soup, trying not to look up at his mother & sibling. And he was noticeably quiet.
"Are you alright, dear?" Hilda asked her son, as she used her hands to manoeuvre her enormous breasts apart and create a space between them for the soup bowl.
Then she placed the bowl so that it rested snugly in her cleavage and wrapped her tits snugly around it. It was an age old method of eating soup for the Humper women. Not only did it keep the soup warm, but it saved reaching all that way passed their breasts and reduced spillages.
"Don't mind him," teased Harriet. "He's just getting a big stiffie."
Hilda looked at her son and then back at her daughter with a bewildered look on her face.
"There's almost a hundred inches of titflesh on the dining table, Mama." Harriet explained. "He's only Human, after all."
"Oh is that all that's bothering you, honey?" Hilda looked back at her son. "Why, that's nothing to worry about. Your sister and I have seen a few of those in our time, haven't we, dear?"
"Just a few, Mama," Harriet laughed as she dipped some bread into her soup.
"I
do not
have a stiffie!" Henry protested and glared briefly at his sister. But in fact he could feel his large cock expanding even while he was denying it. It wasn't fully erect yet and he was desperately trying to think of things to keep it down. Basketball... No, not basketball; the huge rubber balls reminded him of his sister's tits... Baseball, then, and flower arranging, stamp collecting - anything that might bore him back into flaccidity. But it wasn't working very well.
"No?" Harriet continued to tease him as she put down the bread and picked up her spoon. Foregoing the Humper method, she left the bowl of soup on the table before her breasts and reached for it with her spoon.
"Ooops!" Harriet cried as she deliberately spilled a large amount of soup from the spoon onto her nipple. "How clumsy of me." Then, giving her brother a long, slow look, she lifted up her breast to her mouth and inserted the whole nipple into her mouth. "Mmmmmm!!!!" Harriet moaned exaggeratingly as she sucked off the soup and began licking all around her nipple, pretending to have found some more. "Oh, this soup is
delicious
." She hadn't taken her gaze from her brother for a second. "How about
now?
"
Henry felt his cock rise up despite all his best efforts to the contrary. At its full 12 inches, it was now pushing painfully against his boxers and in danger of ruining them.
"Oh, Harriet," Hilda slapped her daughter on the forearm, playfully. "Stop teasing your brother. Now listen, both of you. As I said before, I have something to tell you."
Harriet let her breast fall back to the table with an audible
whump
and picked up the French bread once more. "What is it, Mama?"
"We're having a guest coming to stay," Hilda explained. "And... I know I wouldn't usually have to ask... but... I want you to be on your best behaviour."
"Who's coming to stay, Mom?" Henry was visibly pleased by the change in the conversation.
"Your Aunt Beth."