THE HUMPERS ARE FUCKING BACK!
Here is a brand new and insane story for our patient fans featuring the mother and son who have frequent bedroom fun!
Starring J-Cupped Bra-Breaking Big-Boobied Mommy Hilda Humper & Her Well-Hung
Foot-Long Frequent Motherfucker Henry Humper in:
"In The Wee Wee Hours Of The Morning"
Written by Victor C. Nathan and Chantal Lefleur
Edited by Victor C. Nathan
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"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Henry Humper grunted as he pumped in and out of his big-breasted mother, Hilda. It was six AM and the two of them had been having sex since about three AM when Hilda had first awakened him for a tryst.
"Come on, sweetie, one more big jizzy wizzy for Mommy," Hilda urged, moaning softly as Henry lowered his head to capture one of her big, pink nipples in his mouth, not an easy thing to do as Hilda's gigantic mammary glands bounced wildly on her chest with each thrust of his penis. "Come on, baby. I know you can do it."
"Holy fucking shit, Mom," Henry managed to spit out between clenched teeth as he gave his bosomy bucking boobie mommy a friendly prod in the pussy with his protracted prong. "I think I feel the jizzy rising up in the tube of ol' One Eye, ha ha. Mmmm, fuck yeah. I think we may be about to reach some kind of jizz record. Do you think Mr. Guinness would put us in his book?"
"Never mind that silly shit right now, Henry," Hilda said as she flailed her cans and drove herself against his stalk. "Just fuck me, okay? Yeeeaaahhhhh!"
"I am fucking you, ol' Top-Heavy Two Tits!" Henry laughed, palming her beautiful bazoombas as he jammed his twelve-inch penis to the nadir of her vaginal tract, getting a great angle as he slipped his one-eyed trouser snake in and out of his boobie mommy's body. "In fact, I am fucking the fuck out of you, so when I get done you probably will be all fucked out! Ha ha!"
"I doubt that, wee wee baby, oooohhhhhhhh, fuck, yeah! I mean, I ain't never been fucked out by your dick or anybody else's yet!" Hilda Humper screeched as she pumped her pelvis hard against her son's, her J-cupped pink-tipped knockers crunching against his body. "You might even be able to fuck your sister out sometime, maybe after you pump a couple gallons of the white stuff into her, but when you fuck your Mommy to complete satisfaction, I'll let you know, okay, fucker? I'm one built-in-the boobs-like-a-brick-shithouse fucking bitch that is never going to be a fucked out bitch with a fucked out cunny that doesn't need a leeeeee-hee-hee-oooonnnnggggg COCK! Tee hee! Whooooooo! Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
"You're an insatiable big-tittied whore," Henry told her with a Cheshire cat-like grin, his peter pounding her familiar familial tunnel. "Fuuuuccckkkkkkkk! And I wouldn't have you any other way."
"Henry, you've had me every possible way, in every fucking position we can contort ourselves into to fuck, Big Stuff," Hilda sighed in bliss as Henry now pawed at the huge fleshy mounds on her chest. "My kitty cat wants to purr, my mofo baby. Oh, fucker me, fucker me, fucker me, yeah! I think you just hit the g-spot in my girl slot, tee hee hee! Yes, move it a little to the left, sweetie. Ahhhhhhhhhhh! I think that's it. Oh poopsie, yes! Oh, you fuck me better than ANYBODY!"
Henry continued to thrust wildly into his mother's sweet feminine cleft, grunting with each stroke as perspiration beaded up on his forehead and trickled down onto Hilda's gorgeous golden globes, running in the deep cavern between them in riverlets.
"Tee hee hee, that's it, baby! Oh yeah, you big sexy motherfucker. That's it. Oh, baby! Slap that pelvis against mine, Henry. Ohhhhh, yes, that feels so fucking good!"
"And now it seems to be time for my spittin' pole to spit like a motherfuckin' snake spits its motherfuckin' venom, beeeaaaaaaiiiitttttcccchhhh!" Henry wailed with delight, unclamping his mother's big tanker tits as he held his prick inside her snatch and let his overloaded balls shoot his semen through the stiff stalk of his cock. "I'm a-spittin' and it feels so MOTHERFUCKIN' good, Mommy!" The fantastic shots, the veritable ropes of his jizz rushed like a spritzer through his cock's trunk and wetted Hilda's lush pink insides, her pussy's deepest and darkest regions. "Now don't that shit make you want to jump up and beg your daddy for some cock, you heavy-boobahed fuck toy?"
"Oh, yes, baby, poopsie, of course it fucking does!" Hilda screeched, her titters rattling as her own orgasm ravaged her cum dumpster of a soaked pussy at exactly the same fucking time. "Ooooooo, eeeeeeeeeeeee, aaaahhhhhhhhhh, weeeeeeeeeeeeeee weeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
Both of them finally sated, at least for the moment, Henry rolled off of his huge-hootered and unceasingly horny mother and lay beside her, resting his head on her left breast as he absent-mindedly played with the nipple on her right. Both of them were breathing like speeding locomotives, their chests rising and falling rapidly as their respective hearts thumped wildly. Henry did so love his early morning 'mommy time'.
"Oh, baby, that was a doozy," Hilda moaned, reaching down and patting Henry's crotch affectionately, bumping her J tit in the process. "We do work so well together, don't we, baby? I mean, aren't our bodies so in tune? Your big part fits my part like they were made to go together, don't you think?"
"Mom, do you ever shut up?" Henry said with a laugh and a saucy wink as he smacked her unspeakably large knocker with the back of his hand and grinned when it wobbled in a way that made him yearn for her chestial gifts so intensely. "I mean, it's nice that you get all worked up and shit when we have sex, but sometimes you just talk too goddamn much, ya know?"
"Awwwwww, Henry, lighten up," Hilda giggled, turning, her Hindenburg-sized breasts mashing against him as she kissed his cheek. "And don't use that shitty fuckin' language, wee wee boy. It's just that I like to fucking chat, talk and joke when my pussy's gettin' a sweet, hard, womb-raidingly deep kind of motherfucking poke in my fucking twatty tunnel. Tee hee. Is that so fucking wrong, Henry Wadsquirt Longfucker? Don't you love literary references and culture and shit?"
"I guess I don't mind it too much," Henry admitted, kissing his mother on the lips in an open-mouthed smooch, before leaning over her body and kissing each of her silver dollar sweet areolas in turn. "I guess I'm just used to all the chicks at school who are fucking too stupid to converse for shit. Kenny Long and I call them 'quiet trim' cause they don't say too much when they hump. They just want to get fucked, and boy, do they ever end up getting fucked. Kenny and I stick our big dicks in those chesty bitches hard as fuck! Ha ha!"
"Well, I'm not Bunnie Mounts whose stupidity stands out like a moronic glue-sniffer at a Mensa meeting, Henry. I'm your mother and I like to talk to my son intelligently while he bones me. Is that so strange, Young Mother Humper?" Hilda asked him in a scolding motherly tone, yet smiled as she reached down to touch his weiner again, delicately this time, noticing with a grin that it had yet to go soft after pumping a half gallon of baby batter into her cunny. "Geez, Henry, now it doesn't even go down between our fucks. I think your muff diver still needs Mommy, doesn't he?"
"Does the media lie to cover up Israel's crimes? What the fuck do you think?" Henry asked his mother rhetorically, swatting her hilly milkers like two zeppelins showing up conspicuously at a picnic. He grinned when he saw Hilda's small, well-manicured hand wrapped around his still erect male member as his third leg stabbed outward at her, granite motherfucking hard between the other two. "Holy shit, I've jizzed in your pussy how many times now and I'm still standing the fuck up?"
"I think we're up to six, baby," Hilda giggled, her bodacious boobies bouncing provocatively as her laugh bubbled up from her throat and she squeezed his foot-long severely this time, gritting her teeth as she clutched his stick shift, like a greedy actor clinging to an Oscar. "But since he's still ready to stick me up, we might as well take advantage of that fornicating fun fact. Right, Mommy's funny fuck-fuck boy? Why don't you slap this sumbitch of yours right here, Henry? Cram 'im back in his hootery home between Momma's big blousy boom booms, okay, baby? Would you like that damn boobocentric shit?"
"Well, horseshit, Mom! Do you always have to ask me that fucking question? No more rhetorical sex inquiries from you, Mommy baby," Henry told her matter-of-factly, arrogantly juggling his position until he was straddling his mother. He leaned down to press his jumbo weiner into her personal space, this time into the tight twin mountainous space formed by Hilda's two mammoth milkwagon mammaries. Fuck, but his mother was hilly in the tits.
"There you go, Momma's boy. Stuff your wee wee right down in my hollow. That's what Tammy Faye and her family call cleavage. It's like a 'holler' between a pair of jugs," Henry's mother told him, her hands on his penis as she stuffed his cock between the two softest, biggest and best things her son had ever fucked, other than maybe his Granny's more than willing honkers. "Cause I really like it when you just get me laid down on the bed and just fuck the shit out of my titties! Tee hee hee! Mmmmmmmm, I like it almost as much as when you fuck me! Mmmmm, tee hee! I love tittiefucking with you, or should I say, I like when you tittiefuck me! Mmmmm, yessssssss!"
