Guess Who's Cumming to Dinner

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Caution: This Humor Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, Humor, Slut Wife, Incest, Mother, Son, Brother, Sister, Daughter, Group Sex, Oral Sex, Sex Toys, Food, Exhibitionism, Size, Big Breasts, .

Desc: Humor Sex Story: Balloon breasted and highly sexed Hilda Humper's prudish sister comes to visit and threatens to interfere with her family's fun and games.

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 1

"Kids!" Hilda called up the stairs to her two teenage children. "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."

"Aunt Beth!" The Humper children gasped together.

Hilda looked saddened and a little nervous as she once more told her children the story of their Aunt Elizabeth...

Beth was Hilda's older sister. She was rarely mentioned, and then only in hushed tones. Beth had taken a vow of chastity and entered a convent over twenty years earlier. The children had never met her, and all they knew about her was what their mother and grandfather had told them. Their grandmother blankly refused to acknowledge that she even had another daughter.

Beth took after her father's side of the family in looks, and after her mother's in temperament. Had it been the other way round things may have happened very differently, but as it was Beth was profoundly jealous of her little sister and argued incessantly with her mother. Only her father could reason with her, and he hadn't the strength of will to make her do anything she didn't want to do.

While pretty, Beth had almost no chest at all for a Humper girl. At eighteen she comfortably fitted into a D cup, while the sixteen year old Hilda was clearly busting out of her 34GG bra.

All the boys she dated suddenly seemed to lose interest in her after meeting Hilda, until she finally gave up dating altogether.

Their mother, June, had tried to encourage her. She tried to teach her the best way to suck wee wees, and how to use her tiny breasts to best advantage. She even suggested Beth join some gangbangs with her sister, Hilda, but she knew she was fighting a losing battle.

Then, at the age of twenty, came the day Beth took her vows. It had almost destroyed her mother, and the two hadn't spoken since. Hilda had taken the news about her sister a little better, but was shunned by Beth, who saw her as a terrible sinner and even called her a 'scourge of mankind' (Hilda couldn't actually deny that. The boys did so enjoy being titty-whipped by her).

Beth volunteered for missionary work in Africa and had not returned to the States in many, many years. At first her only contact with the Humper family was through her father, Ward, an easy-going man who Beth saw as an innocent victim of her mother's adulterous adventures. Ward would occasionally talk to Hilda about her sister's letters, but never to his wife, who would refuse to listen to any conversation about her elder daughter.

Things changed a little once Harriet and Henry were born. Despite her strong disapproval of Hilda, Beth was delighted to hear that she was an aunt. She began to correspond with her sister, to ask how the children were, and had been doing so ever since.

"That's a very sad story, Mama," Harriet sighed.

"But at least Auntie Beth writes to you, now," Henry tried to cheer his mother.

"Well, yes..." Hilda paused, unsure how to continue. "There is something I ... erm ... haven't told you about that."

Harriet and Henry waited silently for their mother to continue.

"You see ... You know how your aunt feels about fucking ... Well ... in my letters I told her you were both ... virgins."

.... There is more of this story ...

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