A romantic story from the recent past starring June and Henry Humper in:
"Wee Wee Camp: Love Is A Many-Splendored Thing"
Written by Victor C. Nathan and Chantal Lefleur
"Aaaaahhhhh, this is nice," sixty-year-old June Humper moaned in a pleasant voice of comfort, leaning back in the bathtub, her jugaliciously booberly bountiful rack of flesh jutting out as she arched her perfect form backwards in the sudsy, Mr. Bubble-filled warm water. "Isn't it, lovely boy?"
"Oh, it is when I'm with you," Henry replied softly, his own back resting against the inner edge of the small tub as his stacked and full-assed grandmother sat between his legs and leaned her topsy heavy-tittied back against his chest, her big round fanny sitting between his legs and touching his wee wee, which was admittedly semi- erect. "This is just plain cozy, Granny. Oh, I love you so much."
Henry leaned only slightly forward, since June already reclined against him and bent his face to kiss her soft right cheek.
"Oh, I love you too, baby doll," June swooned, her bare knockers now a little soapy and wet as she felt his erect penis touching her ass and back, but ignoring it for the sake of romance and intimacy of a non-sexual kind. "I have realized that I love you so much that I can barely describe it with words sometimes. Just hold me. Put your arms around me."
"Oh, I love you beyond all words," Henry told her sincerely, wrapping his arms securely around her until they met in front of her, brushing against her amazing oversized female appendages. "Doesn't it just seem like we're soul mates, Granny? Like we were somehow meant to be together like this? It just feels so right, you know?"
"Oh, sweetie, I do know," June replied, leaning back further against him and drawing his arms even tighter around her. "I think I knew that as soon as you arrived here for the summer. Something had just changed between us that I couldn't put my finger on. We just have this super strong connection that I can't even explain, let alone understand. I just want to enjoy it, revel in it. Oh, give me a kiss, Henry. I need to feel your lips on mine."
"Oh, I want to kiss you so much," her grandson told her breathlessly, feeling a twinge within his weiner, but understanding that his connection to his massively-whoppered lover of a nana was somehow even bigger than the pleasure that she had given his boner so many, many times. And he did kiss her, feeling her whomping, heavy, but high and firm fun chesty bags press his body as she turned and he shoved his lips against her own full set, the ones who had lovingly and selflessly sucked his dick over and over again, never asking for anything but semen to come out of it. His mouth opened and Henry shoved his tongue hard into June's face and licked and smacked and explored with his kisses as the bubbly water undulated around their full parts and needy bodies. They both needed love, a love bigger even than June's titanic tooters and Henry's hulking hunk of hard-on.
"Mmmmm," June Humper moaned, returning Henry's kiss with equal parts love and passion, her tongue entwined with his, her breasts mashed tightly against the soft down of his well-toned masculine chest, her hand reaching almost automatically for the large appendage between his firm thighs, stroking it gently, lightly, eliciting a soft moan from her grandson. Pulling his mouth from hers almost reluctantly, he moved his face lower, scattering sweet kisses on her face and then her eyes and down her throat, stopping only to nibble provocatively on her earlobe, whispering sweet nothings into her ear.
"Oh, Henry, you will make me swoon," June moaned softly, stroking his back and shoulders with her hands, exploring his firm back and buttocks, seemingly unable to get enough of him.
"Save the wee wee stuff, sweet Junie," Henry told her, just barely touching her breasts as her body was turned around towards him in the tub. "That's coming soon, but I just wanted to tell you something, Nana. I literally yearn for you. I have never yearned for anything in my life like I yearn for you, unless it was maybe Pandora Peaks' titters."
"Oh, Henry, I yearn for you more than you could ever imagine," June told the 18-year-old, both hands off of his cock and on his face at this point, her own set of milkwagons not being currently molested either. "When I wake up, I think of you, want to breathe you in. When I go to sleep I dream of you, the two of us running through a field, our parts jumping up and down, your prick hanging out of your shorts and flapping while my honkers beat me in the face as that song plays going 'reunited and it feels so gooo-ooood! Reunited and it's understoo-oood!' I yearn so hard for you, I just watch to drink you in, your love, your lips, your cum, everything. Every part of me wants to be with you every minute of the day."
"Nana, that is just beautiful. That is a vision I will carry with me always and forever," Henry told June, quietly as he leaned close to her again and placed gentle butterfly kisses on her eyelids. "But, enough talk. Kiss me again."
Leaning in, June opened her mouth and planted it firmly on Henry's, softly parting his lips with her tongue, exploring every nook and cranny of his oral cavity, their tongues entwined and dancing, playing off against the other, raising their desire and longing for each other to an almost feverish pitch. Just then the bathroom door swung open and Ward Humper strode into the room, fumbling with the zipper on his trousers.
"Oh, it's so nice to see that romance isn't dead, ha ha," he said casually as he fumbled in his underwear and extracted his penis. "Don't let me interrupt, kids. I have to pee and I can't wait another second."
"Alright, Ward, have fun," June said sweetly, wishing he would leave sooner rather than later. "But remember to do what I told you, won't you?"
"What did you tell me?" Ward asked her, looking somewhat puzzled and trying to pull it from his memory. "Ohhhh, now I remember. Yes, dear. I will ask for ID. You're such a worrywart. Anyway, I'm off. Have fun you two."
"I thought he'd never leave," June giggled, turning her undivided attention back to Henry. "Now, where were we?"
"I think we were playing tonsil hockey if I remember accurately," Henry said with a laugh. "But in all seriousness, Grandma, I do love you more than anything in the world. I do."
"I love you more, sweetie," June responded.
"I love you most," came Henry's answer.
