Starring Henry and June Humper in a brief encounter entitled:
"Wee Wee Camp: Henry Comes Clean"
STORY #50! Written by Victor C. Nathan and Chantal Lefleur
"Oh, damn, I'm tired," said young Henry Humper as he closed the kitchen door behind himself, while wiping the perspiration from his brow with his free hand. "Grandpa had me bailing hay all damn day. I must have lifted a few thousand fucking pounds of the stuff. Man, I need to sit the fuck down."
"Oh, sweetie, is my little tittie baby all tuckered out?" June Humper, Henry's overly endowed maternal grandmother asked solicitiously, coming to his assistance with a cool cloth she had just wrung out in the kitchen sink. "You do look so tired, sweetie. Perhaps you overdid it a little?"
"I have to admit that I'm just fucking beat," Henry responded, sinking into a chair at the kitchen table and indicating his need for a cool drink. "I don't know how Grandpa does that work every fucking day. I feel like I could just collapse. I mean, I'm so motherfucking worn out, so fucking tuckered the fuck out, that I don't care about big fucking titties or my wee wee fucking jizzing or anything. I need to rest. I'm more fucking tuckered out than Harriet's cunny after a run-in with the football team, soccer team, lacrosse team and the fucking baseball team fucking combined. Fuck, I'm tired, Granny!"
"And you are all sweaty and grubby and fucking perspiring, sweetie," June replied, wiping his brow with the washcloth as she handed him a bottle of Deer Park and then wrapped her arm in a nurturing fashion around his shoulders, one of her tightly bra-bound jugs teetering back and forth and tapping the back of his head. "But let's hope not all of you is quite so tired tonight. I think we need to give my sweet baby a bath, sweetie horseycock boy."
"Gosh, Nana, don't you think I'm a bit old to be given a bath?" the 18-year-old Henry asked incredulously, not entirely turned off by the idea though. Feeling pretty safe in the assumption that bathtime with Grandma June would involve considerably more than just a bath, and most likely big bare boobies and wee wee stimulation, Henry's exhaustion seemed to wane slightly. "On the other hand, Nana, a nice relaxing soak in a hot tub would feel pretty damn good right now."
"Come along then, sweetheart," June urged him, shimmying her mams at him and then grabbing the front of his trousers to pull him to his feet. "Let's get all this exhaustion and tension right out of you with a nice hot bathy wathy, tee hee. I'm sure that big fucker of yours could use a nice soak and a rubdown, don't you, sweetie pie?"
Henry nearly leaped from his chair, cock jumping in his eagerness and the two of them headed upstairs, giggling like a couple of teenaged kids in lust.
"Oooooooo, baby," June cooed infantilely, closing the bathroom door and turning towards her grandbaby, her big motherfucking boobs leading the rest of her heavenly sculpted body. "Oh, you are so sweaty and fucking icky with all that dirt and perspiration. It's good to see that you work as hard on the farm as you do when the two of us are humpin' away in the sack. You're earning your keep with your muscles on the farm and with your fucking wee wee in the bedroom with your granny girl and her tittie witties and honey cunny. Now, let's get those icky clothes off of you, dirty boy."
"Oh, shit, I'm tired, but I want to be clean, Granny," Henry glared at her bra-covered, blouse-covered old milker balloons and then reached to cup and squeeze her jubbly juggers. "Oh, fuck me sideways, they're so soffftttt!"
"Leave my titties alone for just a second, sweetheart," June asked him, wanting him to get out of his filthy work clothes as soon as possible. "Now get those awful, nasty, sweaty overalls off, sweetcheeks."
"I am so, so tired," Henry sighed, almost unable to hold himself upright, but still wanting tittie. "Could you take them off for me? Please?"
"Oh, baby. Sure, I will," cooed June, reaching out with her small, dainty hands to undo the straps at the top of the overalls and then the buttons at each side along the waistband. Once they had slid to the floor, Henry raised his arms up over his head, stealing a surreptitious glance at his Nana's bountiful chest charms until his view was obliterated by her pulling his sweat-soaked T-shirt over his head and off.
"Now you can touch 'em a little while I take your underwear off, baby," June spoke sweetly as she tossed his overalls in the clothes hamper, both of her tits smacking hard against the edge of the sink as she did so, their nipples sharpening with the impact. "Go ahead. I know how much you need what I have on my chest, Henry. Now move closer and rub me and let me shuck those skivvies off of your pee pee pole and sack and off that cute ass of yours."
Henry grabbed his grandmother by the boobies again and felt her assets through her clothes, hoping to later see the two jiggling skin soldiers unobstructed by any barricade.
"Oh, Granny, you feel so big, so good and so fucking soft! Mmmmmmmm. Now strip off my Hanes and scrub this dirty boy clean, you horny old hootered hussy. I think it's bath time! Could you run the water for me?" Henry asked sweetly, still fondling her oversized blouse bunnies, stopping occasionally to give each of her pert nipples a playful tweak. "I am just so tired, I think I could about collapse any minute now."
"Oh, you poor thing. Of course I can," June murmured, leaning over the edge of the tub to turn on the hot water, then the cold, sticking her wrist under the faucet to adjust the temperature. As she did so, Henry took in the full expanse of her ample ass and her dangling aged honkers, his wee wee already leaping up hopefully at the sight of her bountiful buttocks and boobs, something that never failed to commence his loins to stirring.
"All right, sweetie. Bath's ready," June declared soothingly, indicating for Henry to climb on in as she wiggled her boobalicious top and tawdry ass at him.
"Can I have some Mr. Bubble?" he asked hopefully, remembering some of the fun he and his blonde boulder-busted mother had enjoyed on previous occasions when she saw fit to treat him to one of her special bubble baths.
"Yes, just get your sweet ass in that fucking tub!" June laughed, forcefully grabbing his naked and semi-erect cock by its spongy head and pulling him roughly by his penis into the bath that was filling up rapidly with water. "Get in there before I really grab your pee wee head roughly, Henry Humper! Hurry the fuck up, stallion!"
"Owwwww!" Henry yelped in response, smacking one of her tits in revenge for her rough handling of his private part that never seemed to get much privacy, his pecker feeling a conjoining of pleasure and pain in the presence of her top-heavy vixen-like body. "Don't be so rough with my cock, Grandma!"
"Well, I'm gonna squeeze the fuck out of your pee wee head if you don't get in that water so we can get you clean! Hurry up!"
"All right! All right! You don't have to resort to slapstick Three Stooges tactics on my wee wee though! Fuck! Damn, women are fucking insane," Henry muttered to himself under his breath as he climbed into the tub as hurriedly as his tired, aching body would allow. Settling back against the end of the tub, Henry sighed deeply as he felt the warm water encompass him, his aching muscles beginning to lose some of their tension while his grandmother's softly moving knockers began to cause his penis to gain some of its tension. "Mmmmmm, this feels so good, Nana. My body is starting to relax already."
"Well, Henry," June told him sternly, leaning in closer to him, titan teatsies and all. "Relaxation is great, but you're in here to get clean. My goodness, you are just covered in sweat and grime, and poor wee wee looks all sweaty and dirty and shit."
Grabbing a washcloth and a bottle of body wash, June lathered up and started applying soap to Henry's body, beginning with his muscular chest as her own mammoth chest quaked with every move she made. Henry moaned softly as her application of soap to his body caused a not unaccustomed reaction in his male parts.
"Gotta wash that big manly chest of yours, sweetcakes," June spoke, her voice dripping with sugary nurturing sweetness as she scrubbed at the slightly hairy chest of her favorite grandbaby, wondering how long it would be till his giant boner was going to start getting excited, gaping as he was at her own body, mostly the upper area of it.
"This chest isn't nearly as fucking big as yours, Granny Juggernaut. Heh heh. That's for fucking sure. Now clean me up, you big-boobed wench. Hee hee hee."
Without warning, and just as the globular-gazongaed June began to scrub his sweating shoulders, she suddenly saw a golden stream arcing up and out of the warm bubbly waters that Henry's naked body rested in.
"Henry, what the fuck? What the fucking shit are you motherfucking doing, you crazy fucker? Oh, shit! Gosh, Henry, what the fuck do you think you're doing?" June shrieked, hooters shifting as she reached out to try and grab the end of his pecker to keep the urine from spraying the entire bathroom. "Damn it, Henry, you've pee peed all over my blouse and bra! What is the matter with you?"
Finally grabbing hold of his flailing male organ, June used both hands to squeeze the head tightly until she could see the flowing stream of urine come to a halt.
"Good gracious, Henry," Granny June snapped, annoyance in her voice as she surveyed the amount of fluid on her clothing, mainly her clothing-covered wiggling whompers. "Are you fucking five years old or something?"
"Gosh, I'm sorry, Granny," Henry said, somewhat ashamedly, gazing admiringly at his grandmother's chestly charms, her clothing soaked and clinging provocatively to her ample curves. "It's just that I had to go pee pee so bad."
"Didn't your mom ever tell you to pee pee before you got in the shower, Henry?"
