Starring Henry Humper And Introducing The Tittie Matriarch, June
Humper In A Story That Puts The Fun In Dysfunctional And Breaks All
The Boundaries Of Good Taste.
And Now, From The Uncensored Files:
“Wee Wee Camp: Day One”
Written by Victor C. Nathan and Chantal Lefleur

“Mom, hey, Mom!” Henry Humper yelled as he opened the door of the home he shared with his mother, Hilda and his older sister, Harriet. “I got my report card, Mom, and guess what?”

“Henry, must you make so much noise?” his beautiful, buxom mother asked him in reply, coming down the stairs to join her son in the front hall of their home. “You sound like a herd of elephants sometimes, I swear.”

“But Mom!” he repeated. “I got my report card, and guess what? I got all As!”

“Henry, I am so proud of you,” Hilda told him, reaching out and stroking the side of his cheek with her well manicured right hand. “I knew you had done well, I already spoke to some of your teachers, and I really can’t tell you how proud I am. In fact, I have planned a special surprise for you.”

“Wow, Mom, thanks,” said Henry excitedly, unbuttoning his trousers and lowering the fly.

“No, Henry,” said Hilda, laughing at his automatic response. “I have an even better surprise. I’m sending you to visit Grandma June and Grandpa Ward at the farm for a week. What do you think of that?”

“You mean I’m going to wee wee camp?” queried Henry, zipping his pants back up.

“Tee hee hee,” giggled Hilda. “I guess Grandma June does like to play with your big fucker a lot, doesn’t she? I’m glad you’re excited, sweetie. You deserve this.”

“No shit, Mom?” Henry asked her, his eyes gazing raptly at the inordinate amount of cleavage showing, squeezing out of the low cut white blouse she had stretched over her mammoth knockers, a blouse probably one size too small considering that it looked like she had forced two midgets under it with much difficulty.

“No shit, sweetie,” Hilda replied, smiling as her boy gaped at her bulging bazooms. “You’re really going to stay a week with your grandparents. You should have a lot of fun. You can help Grandpa around the farm, milking cows, feeding the livestock and you can eat a lot of your Grandma June’s homemade chocolate chip cookies. I figure my big boy deserves it when he gets all As. Your junior high guidance counselor was wrong, Henry. You’re not a moron after all.”

“Milking cows? Eating chocolate chip cookies?” Henry laughed out loud as he patted one of his mother’s oversized glands with an open hand and then gave it a playful pinch. “What the fuck are you talking about? I’m going to motherfucking wee wee camp. The only work I am worried about doing is feeding my pet snake. Grandma June just wants me to visit so she can see the pride of the Humper family again.”

Henry pointed down at his groin area as he continued.

“Grandma may be an old broad, but she is still one big-tittied bitch just like you are, Mom. Going to see June is like going to Big Tittie City and Wee Wee Central. And Granny will do about any crazy shit.”

By now Henry had a hand down Hilda’s blouse and his right hand fondled her giant left tit, squashing the pliable abundance of flesh.

“Why, Henry, you really are a naughty boy, tee hee, grabbing Momma’s big fucking tittie like that,” Hilda said, smiling indulgently at her youngest child. “I’m so glad you’re excited, sweetheart. I really am.”

“Oh, you bet I am, Mom,” said Henry eagerly, already going over in his mind the way his grandmother always let him play with her huge flesh balloons, which were even larger than the ones he now had his hands on. “I think my wee wee is more excited than I am.”

“Tee hee hee, Henry,” replied Hilda with her trademark girlish giggle, looking down at the huge bulge forming in the front of her son’s trousers. “Why, I think your excite-o-meter must be at about a ten, baby.”

“Oh, you bet it is, Mom,” laughed Henry, blushing slightly as his mother glanced at the tent he was pitching in his Dockers. “Grandma June loves to play with my big fucker, and she lets me play with her big old titties any time I want. This will sure beat that summer camp you used to send me to.”

Henry reluctantly removed his hand from his mother’s massive mammary mound and reached his hand into his trousers to rearrange himself and relieve the pressure his erect phallus was placing on the front of his pants.

“I think I’m going to go upstairs and get packed, Mom,” he said excitedly. “I’m going to wee wee camp, I’m going to wee wee camp. I can’t fucking wait!”

“Yes, you should pack,” Hilda agreed, stepping close to him, her mountainous mounds way ahead of her, so fucking large that her blouse looked as if it could be hiding Saddam’s missing weapons of mass destruction. “But I think we need to unpack first, sweetie.”

“Unpack?” Henry asked her, confused as she practically shoved her monstrous set towards him as one of her barely restrained tits heavily bumped his arm and then brushed against it.

“Yes, baby. We need to unpack something very important,” Hilda huskily cooed, grinning wickedly as she breathlessly undid the front of his pants. “We need to unpack this big weapon of yours before you pack any fucking shit, sweetheart. Actually, your excite-o-meter is about a twelve right now, isn’t it?”

“Wow, I think my excite-o-meter is off the fucking scale,” moaned Henry, as his mother extracted his already fully tumescent twelve incher from his underwear and wrapped her dainty, well manicured hand around it.

“Oh, Henry,” Hilda murmured softly to him. “I can hardly get my little hand around your big fucker, tee hee hee.”

Hilda grinned lasciviously as she grasped his rampant rod firmly and began to slide her hand up and down the entire length of his shaft, a motion that had Henry’s breathing labored and ragged in no time.

“Holy fucking shit!” Henry cried out as his mother’s touch drove him wild with longing, her experienced digits expertly manipulating him until he was crying out loud. “Oh! Oh! Oh!”

“We need to unpack something else too, sweetie,” big-tittied Hilda said in a sultry voice as she rubbed his snake. “In fact, two somethings.”

Hilda slowly unfastened the buttons on her blouse and shrugged it from her shoulders, allowing it to drop to the floor between them. Her bra soon followed, exposing the huge expanse of her feminine assets, already heaving and bouncing in anticipation. Her huge pink areola and pert, pink nipples were swollen and erect, standing out at right angles from her body, pointing invitingly in Henry’s direction. Her breasts were full and heavy, and the mere sight of them caused Henry’s big dick to stretch out even further and increase in girth accordingly.

“Holy motherfucking shit!” Henry Humper screamed as his big-tittied parent stroked his foot long planting tool, pulling down on it like a cow’s udder.

And speaking of udders, Henry gasped as Miss Humper’s soccer ball abundance of fleshy fullness and bountiful boobiness flowed out of her hammock-sized brassiere like a dirty Jack In The Box Christmas gift given for the full benefit of his boner that she yanked voraciously on to induce his seedy discharge. Henry’s hands caught her whoppers as they leaped into his large hands which were still not large enough to hold them. He felt like a five-year-old boy trying to palm a basketball and weeping as he failed. Except that he didn’t weep. He kneaded, pulled, tugged, fondled, and stretched her firm, proud, yet soft megatits like a greedy pimp.

“Oh, Henry,” Hilda squealed. “Nurse me! Nurse me! Suck my big fucking titties!”

Henry eagerly complied, his mouth opening, his lips wrapping around her firmly erect nipple and drawing on her so strongly that she felt a familiar stirring in her pussy and an ever increasing dampness in her panties.

“Ohhhh, nurse my big fuckers, Henry! Ohhhhhhhhh!”

Hilda continued to pull on his pecker, using the motions that her father had taught her when she was a girl, back on the farm, milking the cows as part of her daily routine. “Squeeze and pull, squeeze and pull,” she chanted in a low, breathy whisper as Henry began to thrust in her direction, her hand on his male organ exciting him so exquisitely that it was akin to pain. He continued to draw hungrily on her huge, heavy hooter, his hand grasping her other fleshy globe and kneading it, pulling it, tugging on her nipple, tweaking it, driving Hilda nearly insane with the pleasurable sensations flowing from the peaks of her titties.

“I love school! I love to study all kinds of shit!” Henry hollered loudly between sucks and draws on her silver dollar areola and long pointed nipples, sucks that drew nothing but titillation for his at the moment overworked wee wee as Hilda pulled up and down on the tight skin of his swollen staff. “The fucking packing can wait, you big tittied bitch! I’m having too much fun with the fucking unpacking now! Mmmmppppphhhhhh!”

Hilda smiled broadly as pre-cum dribbled from Henry’s oversized private parts. He hadn’t nursed her titties this good since elementary school.

“Goodbye, sweetie,” Hilda hugged her departing boy in the airport terminal, one arm going around his broad shoulders and the other dropping as her right hand sneakily cupped his cock and balls through the fabric of his pants.

“I’m going to miss you, Mom,” said Henry sweetly, holding his mother in a tight embrace and brushing the side of her face with his lips.

“I’m going to miss him ... er, you too, Henry,” Hilda giggled, giving his slightly engorged pecker a tender squeeze before releasing it and returning her son’s embrace.

Henry’s flight was on time, and as soon as he had disembarked, he walked into the arrivals area of the airport, scanning the crowd of people waiting to locate his grandmother and grandfather.

“Yoohoo, Henry, over here!” he heard his grandmother’s distinctive, sweet and, despite her age, girlish voice call out. “I’m over here, sweetheart.”

Looking in the direction of the voice, he saw his grandmother, June across the room, waving frantically at him to garner his attention. She was a beautiful woman, still youthful in appearance despite her almost sixty years, still in proud possession of a voluptuous figure, not unlike his mother’s except June’s breasts were even fuller and heavier than his maternal parent’s. She had a pretty face, still unlined, but with perhaps a bit too much make-up on it, her almost platinum blonde hair styled in a fashion more suited to a woman at least a decade younger. She was wearing a short, tight skirt that accented her long and still shapely legs, but it was the upper part of her body that immediately drew Henry’s attention. Her enormous breasts were barely encased by the sheer blouse she was wearing, its thin fabric allowing Henry to see underneath it to the pretty flowered brassiere she wore, straining to contain the megaton bomb- sized boobies it was barely encasing. The cups of her bra weren’t adequate to restrain all of her finest assets. The top swell of her breasts overflowed her cups, rising above them like cake batter overflowing the baking pan, and, not surprisingly, Henry’s teenaged and very male eyes were riveted by them.

“Holy shit, Grandma,” he said, quickly closing the distance between them, opening his arms to embrace his favorite grandmother. “I think your big fucking titties are even bigger than I remembered. Wow, those fuckers are huge!”

“Oh, Henry, you always say the sweetest things to me,” June replied, returning Henry’s hug before pushing him away from her with her arms and using her eyes to look him up and down, measuring him for any changes since they had last seen each other.

“Why, Henry,” she said in amazement, taking in his height and the width of his shoulders. “I think you’ve grown at least a couple of inches since I saw you last, and your shoulders are so broad! You’re growing up so fast!”

“Yeah, I’m almost six feet now, Grandma,” he told her proudly, straightening up so that she could see for herself. “And I’m filling out nicely too.”

“Let me be the judge of that, sweetie,” the big-boobed grandparent spoke naughtily, reaching down with her right hand and grasping the front of his trousers. “Has your big fucker filled out too?”

“Ohhhhhhhhh, baby,” June cooed as her fingers slid deftly over every inch of his crotch. “My goodness, sweetie. It feels mighty big down there, Henry. I mean, I can’t see him right this moment, but he feels so fucking long and thick as I’m touching you. How big are you now, handsome?”

Instead of replying with the obvious answer of “twelve inches” Henry retorted, “Pretty fucking big, Grandma. You’re going to be pretty surprised, I’ll tell you that. And I think you’re making him bigger by the second.”

“Oh, Henry,” June gushed, her hand now tenderly petting the lump that was growing under her hand. “I can’t wait to see him. We’ll have to set aside some time for Granny to spend just with wee wee. Okay, big fellow?”

“Sounds good to me, Grandma,” Henry replied as June hugged him again.

“You know what makes wee wees grow up big and strong?” June asked her grandbaby as she squashed her twin peaks into his chest as she hugged him, her other hand still toying with his now cartoonish crotch area. “My homemade chocolate chip cookies. They will keep wee wee hard and long and happy, Henry. Keep your strength up and the blood flowing right to where it should flow.”

“Oh, Grandma, I can’t wait,” Henry blushed as one of his hands brushed against her mashed twin titans that crushed into his chest, his fingers touching the excess cleavage flesh that oozed from the neckline and the weakened and compromised bra that only thought it held her pert pair of glorious globes intact, being the strongest support June could hope for with her almost K cup hooters. Henry was excited as shit.

“Well, Henry,” said June Humper, stepping back from her grandson and reluctantly releasing her grasp on his now almost fully erect phallus. “We better be getting your luggage and then heading home. Grandpa Ward will be wondering what has happened to us. Do you think that will hold you until we get home?”

“Oh, Grandma,” Henry responded, sadly letting his fingers fall from where they were fondling her fabulously fulsome fleshbags. “You can hold me any time.”

The drive to the farm was a short one, about fifteen minutes, so it wasn’t long before June turned the family car up the long, curved driveway, finally coming to rest in front of the barn, which was situated only about twenty-five feet or so from the most often used back door of the turn of the century farmhouse.

“You get your bags out of the trunk and go on inside to see Grandpa Ward,” said June, turning off the ignition as she spoke. “I better stay here for a second and clean your jism off the dashboard and windshield before your grandfather sees it. He tends to be really anal about keeping the car clean. Run along now. I’ll be inside in a minute.”

June popped the trunk lid from inside the car, allowing Henry to retrieve his luggage and walk in the direction of the house. Opening the door without knocking, he entered the house, placed his single suitcase on the floor and called out, letting his maternal grandfather know he had arrived.

“Grandpa, are you here?” he called out, his eyes sweeping the kitchen as he did so. “It’s Henry. I’m here!”

“Henry!” Ward, his 65-year-old grandfather called out enthusiastically as he came down the stairs. “How the hell are you, boy? I haven’t seen you in ages. How you doing?”

“I’m doing great, Grandpa,” Henry said with a smile as he shook his grandfather’s hand and then gave him a hug. “How are you?”

“Oh, same old, same old,” Ward said, grinning as he put a hand on Henry’s shoulder. “Just trying to keep this farm up. The days of family farms are numbered, I’ll tell ya. How them girls back home treating you, Henry? You still dating all those big-tittied cheerleaders?”

Henry laughed out loud at his grandfather’s question.

“Oh, yeah. I’m dating a couple of the blonde busty ones now. They’re stacked as shit, Grandpa. Big round heavy knockers. There’s nothing better than that.”

“I always did think you were a chip off the old block, Henry,” said Ward proudly, glancing at his only grandson with great pride. “You always did remind me of me when I was young. Where’s your grandmother?”

“She’s just putting the car away, Grandpa,” Henry replied, genuinely happy to see his mother’s father again. “She should be in here in just a sec.”

The words were no sooner out of his mouth when June Humper opened the door and stepped inside, placing her purse on the chair just inside the door.

“Well, Ward, what do you think of our boy here? Hasn’t he grown?”

“He sure has, June,” Ward answered her, his eyes glancing down at her massive chest, almost out of habit, a sight he never tired of, even after all their years together. “He’s grown to be a mighty handsome boy.”

“Henry,” said June, nearly cutting her husband off mid- sentence. “Would you like me to take you up to your room so you can freshen up a bit after your trip?”

“That sounds like a good idea,” Ward agreed, still looking at June’s tits in her low cut blouse. “He can get all his belongings situated in the guestroom and rest a tit, er, I mean bit, after his long flight.”

“Come on, sweetie,” June told her grandson as she grabbed one of his bags and headed for the stairs. “We’ll go get you settled in so you can unwind before dinner. Those flights can tire you out and take a lot out of you.”

“Okay, Grandma,” Henry replied with an agreeable grin and tone. “I haven’t been in the guestroom for a while and I sure am tired.”

“Then let’s get you situated,” June said, anxious to see Henry’s wee wee again in the privacy of the spacious guestroom.

The busty grandmother headed upstairs with a bag, her own set of bags bobbed as she ascended the staircase. Once upstairs, June guided Henry down the hall and showed him into the guest bedroom, a bright, sunny, airy room just across the hall from the one she had shared with her husband for the last forty-three years.

“The bathroom is in here, Henry,” she showed him, pointing at the closed door on the right side of the room. “I’m sure you’ll want to get washed up before you rest. I know how grubby travelling can make you feel.”

“Thanks, Grandma,” said Henry, opening the door and going to the sink to splash some warm water on his face and give his hands a thorough cleaning. “This room will be great, Grandma. Thanks for letting me stay here for a few days. I was so excited when Mom told me I could come.”

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll be coming lots, Henry,” said June with a naughty wink, sitting down on the edge of the bed and patting the space beside her. “Want to check out the firmness of the mattress, sweetie?”

“Wow, Grandma, do you mean... ?”

“Yes, Henry, I mean...”

“Holy fucking shit, do I!” Henry shouted, quickly taking his pants off and slinging them across the room as his underwear quickly followed.

Half an hour later...

“Oh, Grandma, my wee wee feels good,” Henry remarked with a sigh as he pulled his polka dot boxers up around his waist. “That felt so nice, Granny.”

“It sure did, Henry,” June remarked with a naughty sideways look, having only managed to get her panties back on, both sides of her bloated chest looking about the size of the heads on Mount Rushmore. “What a doozy, sweetiepie. I forgot just how big you were, Henry. You’re hung like a fucking horse.”

Feeling grateful, June knelt and yanked the sagging flesh length of Henry’s penis through the slit in the front of his underwear and gave the tip of his penis a resounding kiss on the head that echoed through the room with a smack.

“Thanks, Mr. Wee Wee.”

Henry was hypnotized by June’s ta tas as she rose, shoving them against him, kissing his cheek.

“You do love Grandma’s big fucking titties, don’t you, Henry?” June asked rhetorically, moving away from Henry and gathering up her discarded clothing. “I’m going to jump in the shower, sweetie. You can watch if you want.”

“Holy fucking shit, I love wee wee camp!” Henry exclaimed, not needing a second invitation.

June once more took hold of Henry’s wee wee and gently tugged him across the room and into the bathroom, only letting go of him in order to turn on the water and adjust the temperature of it before removing her panties and climbing in. Leaving the curtain open, she smiled wantonly at Henry as she took hold of the washcloth and bar of soap, beginning to lather it up in her hands and cleanse herself. Henry, his mouth hanging open in amazement at the sight before him, took a seat on the closed lid of the toilet, almost instinctively reaching for his wee wee and wrapping thumb and forefinger around it, placing them just below the head.

June was singing, “La la la la! Granny’s soaping up the mountaintops! And Henry’s wee wee likey’s! Doesn’t he, big fellow?”

She took the bar of Dial, running it across the pebbles of her nipples and then into her frighteningly deep cleavage, the Bermuda Triangle of lost wee wees, that space between her gargantuan globes that had enticed many a wee wee, even her grandson’s, in the past. June’s teats swayed as she lathered them, the skin rippling across the surface of her jugs, the area that Ward had dubbed, surely while being in between them, “Tittie Terrain.” Henry’s tongue hung from his mouth and almost touched the floor, his eyes the size of saucers as he roughly stroked and pulled on the skin of his twelve inch slab of cock, the cock that made him so cocky in everyday life.

“Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!” Henry called out, working hard as he studied his grandmother’s exposed assets.

His hand was flying up and down the length of his shaft, rubbing himself furiously as he took in the magnificent view before him.

“Oh, Grandma! Oh! Oh!” he shouted out loud. “I just love this shit.”

June winked saucily in her grandson’s direction as she finished attending to her gargantuan tittie globes and moved lower, lathering her still firm, despite having given birth twice, taut abdomen and moving lower, the soapy cloth lathering the triangular patch of soft down that covered her mons veneris, occasionally disappearing between her still slender thighs, her face frequently turning in Henry’s direction to gauge the effect her ministrations were having on him. Henry’s eyes nearly bulged from their sockets as he witnessed his grandmother’s actions.

June turned to face Henry, throwing water from her bust and the rest of her body onto the bathroom floor. Swiveling her shoulders, she shook her heavy bags of flesh violently and Henry had to admit that seeing the sheer weight of them bound and pitch on her chest was almost scary. June was a woman whose titanic tittie sacks seemed to make up about a third of her body weight. Henry was betting that his grandmother’s boobies weighed fifty fucking pounds. Yet they had barely sagged at all on this 60-year-old pre-geriatric goddess of tittiedom. When he had handled her watermelons earlier, they had been soft, but so firm and weighty that he could barely raise them up. June was capable of crushing his wee wee between them without lifting a hand to push her twins together.

He worked at his phallic flesh frantically, his fingers flying along the entire shaft, the sight of his grandmother’s tantalizing titflesh spurring him on, eagerly seeking relief from the pent-up frustration in his pecker and the increasing size and heaviness overtaking his balls.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” Henry cried out, desperately wanting to end his torment and release the hot jism now moving rapidly towards the tip of his helmet-headed warrior.

“Oh, Granny,” he moaned, watching June step out of the shower and wrap herself in the fleecy abundance of the bath towel that was hanging on the rack beside the shower stall. “I need to come, Granny. I need to, I need to! Oh! Oh!”

June closed the distance between them, getting down on her knees in front of him and taking hold of his phallus with her hands placed strategically between his larger two.

“Oh, Granny, I want to, I want to!” he shouted.

“Oh, Henry, sweetie,” said June softly, moving her hand along his shaft, her other hand reaching out and cupping his huge nutsack, rubbing its down-covered, wrinkled surface with the inside edge of her thumb, stroking it, teasing it, driving Henry nearly to the brink.

“Do you want Granny to suck it, sweetie?” she asked Henry in a low voice, raising her face to see his, taking in his reaction and smiling salaciously.

“Oh, hell, yeah!” Henry whooped excitedly, thrilled at the thought of her mouth on his pecker. “Fucking A!”

“I’m excited too, baby,” June informed him, momentarily taking her hand off his pecker to reach over and lock the bathroom door. “Now, where were we? Oh, yeah. I was going to suck your big fucker, wasn’t I? Granny was going to suck on your big wee wee.”

June lowered her pretty head, her blonde hair hanging in wet ringlets, obscuring much of her face from Henry’s view. He couldn’t see, but could certainly feel her warm, wet lips as they encircled the head of his wee wee, locking it in their oral embrace, her tongue darting out and flicking the always sensitive pee pee hole of his pecker, his rampant organ responding immediately by increasing in both length and girth, straining the corners of her mouth with his oversized male endowment.

“Holy fucking shit, I can’t believe this!” Henry cried out, wondering for a second if he was dreaming, pinching himself on his thigh, realizing in amazement that he WAS awake and it WAS happening. “Oh, shit! Granny!”

Fondling his ballsack with her free hand, she continued to exert oral pressure on his phallus until he was bucking where he sat, his hips thrusting towards her open and willing mouth.

Removing her lips from his shaft, she lapped at his warrior head, licking it feverishly, like an ice cream cone on a hot July afternoon, frantically lapping at it as though she were attempting to keep the ice cream from running down the sides of the cone and onto her hands.

Henry flinched with every flick of her tongue, her attention to his wee wee so acutely pleasant that he could barely stand it. All he could do was utter low, gutteral animal sounds and the occasional whimper. She poked the underside of his cock with the tip of her tongue, right below the head, the spot so sensitive that Henry thought that perhaps he wouldn’t be able to bear it even a second longer. But he wasn’t about to let go and climax now. He was enjoying this far too much to even dream of allowing it to end. June moved lower, her tongue flicking repeatedly against the tender skin of his scrotum, tickling him, tantalizing him, tormenting him, teasing him, taking him so close to the edge that a dribble of pre-cum appeared at his urethral orifice, suspended there until her tongue flicked out and captured it, swallowing it, smiling sweetly.

“Oh, sweetie, you need to come, baby,” replied June, once more opening her mouth and engulfing him, taking in as much of him as she was able to, the tip of his jumbo johnson poking the back of her throat.

“Oh, I want to, I want to!”

“Oh, Henry, you really do need to come, don’t you?”

The pre-cum seeping from his wee wee head trickled down the back of her throat, spurring her onwards. Sucking him with all the force she could muster, June soldiered on, laboring to accept as many of his full twelve inches as she could manage.

“Oh, suck me, Granny, suck me!” Henry urged, not at all reticent about what was occuring, not caring if what she was doing was wrong. “Suck my big fucking wee wee! Oh, fuuuuccckkkk, I think I’m commmingggggggggg!”

And he did. The full force of his ejaculation splashed on the back of June’s throat, trickling down in copious amounts, causing her to have to swallow often and still not be able to handle it all, having to allow some to leak from the corners of her mouth and trickle down onto her jiggling jugs, running in riverlets through the chasm that was her cleavage.

“Holy fucking shit!” Henry yelled out loud, not caring who heard him, not caring about anything except the amazing sensations exploding in his body, the full load of his jism rocketing in jet streams from his pee wee head, spilling from his grandmother’s lips and tracing a path through her cleavage.

Finally spent, Henry leaned back against the toilet tank, lost in the afterglow of his orgasm, his mind a blank, his body a mass of sensations, all of them pleasant.

“Holy shit, that was a doozy!” he said weakly, not sure he could move if he wanted to.

June let his male organ slip from between her lips with an audible, wet sound, the suction breaking as her lips pulled away from his already waning erection.

“Now, sweetie,” said June, raising her head and resting her hands on Henry’s knees. “Did that feel good to wee wee, baby?”

“Holy fucking shit, do you need to ask?” Henry answered her incredulously. “I think that’s the best fucking wash I’ve ever had, and I’ve had some great ones.

“Well then,” said June, her demeanor somber as if she was teaching him something important. “Always remember, that if it feels good, baby, it can’t be wrong, okay?”