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 01

"Kids!" Hilda called up the stairs to her two children. They were both young adults now but she still thought of them as kids. "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."

"Virgins!" The children couldn't believe their ears.

"But, Mama," Harriet looked bemused. "I've been enjoying playing with wee wees for at least five years now.

"And I've been playing hide the sausage with girls for almost a year," Henry agreed.

"I know," Hilda sighed. "And I'm very pleased my babies are enjoying themselves with the local boys and girls but what could I tell your Auntie Beth? If I told her the truth she'd have stopped writing. She's my sister. I couldn't bear not hearing from her."

"Surely she's not that strict about sex?" Henry wondered. "I mean... even the occasional hand job?"

"And she couldn't possibly object to titty-fucking, surely?" Harriet asked, disbelievingly.

"She even disagrees with sucking on wee wees," Hilda explained.

"No!" The children cried together.

"But even the President says that's not sexual," Harriet continued. "It's just having fun."

"Your Aunt Beth disapproves of any contact between boys and girls until they're married," Hilda continued to explain. "And even then only between each other."

"But what are you going to do, Mom?" Henry asked. "She'll find out that you've been lying to her."

"No!" Hilda almost snapped back. "She mustn't find out. She has to believe that you're both erm... well... untouched." Hilda looked at the disapproval in the faces of both her children. "Please. For me. I don't want to lose touch with my sister again."

"We'll do it, Mama," Henry smiled.

Harriet took a little longer to convince but eventually she sighed "Oh, all right."

Part 02

Beth Humper had returned to the States for a minor operation to her right ear. It had been a success but, in addition to a partial loss of hearing, she had been having dizzy spells and needed a few days rest to recover her strength before flying back to Africa. She had asked to be able to stay with Hilda and meet the children and, despite some fears, Hilda was only too pleased to see her sister again after so many years apart.

Several days later the rest of the Humper family were waiting for their guest in their front garden. They were all dressed up in their finest, if dullest, clothing in order to make the best possible impression.

Henry wore a very plain dark suit, while his sister wore an even plainer sweater and an ankle-length skirt. She also had her hair tied up into a very studious-looking bun. She had, however, point blankly refused the glasses Henry had been goading her into wearing.

Hilda had spent hours finding the right outfit for Harriet, yet the effect they were trying to create just didn't quite work. "This is the most unflattering outfit I could find," she sighed when Harriet was trying it on the night before. "But there's just no hiding those big 44 inch tits of yours."

Hilda herself wore a pink two-piece trousers suit. It was about as modest an outfit as she owned, yet the top was still cut exceedingly low and looked as though it contained two absurdly over-inflated pink basketballs.

"Why aren't you wearing one of these, Mama?" Harriet had asked.

"It's too late for me to impress your Aunt Beth now," she replied. "Besides that was the largest size they had in the store and I don't think it's built to take on these babies." And she indicated her own enormous breasts.

Hilda had given both her children a strong talking to in preparation for the visit and introduced a number of temporary rules:-

1) No wandering around the house naked, semi-naked or even slightly naked

2) All pin-ups & sex toys to be hidden away

3) No staying out late & coming home looking 'dishevelled'

4) No girlfriends or boyfriends in the house

5) No messing with milkmen, postmen or paperboys

6) Any 'self-enjoyment' restricted to the bedroom and only in silence

7) Disconnect cable TV

The taxi arrived late in the afternoon and two figures climbed out. The taxi driver helped Beth out of the cab and along the pavement toward the front gate where the Humpers were waiting for her.

"Mmmmmmmmm," Hilda and Harriet moaned quietly together as they eyed the driver. He was in his early thirties and rather thin, but not unhandsome. He wore an identity badge that declared his name as Simon Quick. Then Hilda caught herself and quickly shot Harriet a warning glance.

"Beth!" Hilda cried and ran forward to meet her sister. There were tears in her eyes as she took hold of Beth and gave her an enormous hug.

"Hello, Hilda," Beth replied civilly, but without the emotion her sister had shown. Her eyes widened for a moment as she took in her sister's huge bust. It was even larger than she'd remembered. "And these must be Harriet and Henry," and her gaze shifted to the two younger Humpers.

"Hello," Henry called out cheerily.

"Welcome to our home," Harriet smiled, and the two children both gave their aunt a hug.

"Ohhhhhh! How I've waited to meet you both," Beth's face broke out into a huge grin and she just stood and stared proudly at her new-found relations. "You look just like your mother described." She glanced momentarily at Harriet's undisguisable chest. "Well, almost..." she continued quietly.

"Now, how much do we owe you?" Hilda turned to the silently staring taxi driver. "Erm... hello..." she continued when he didn't reply.

Simon gradually realized the blonde goddess before him was trying to attract his attention. Actually she already had his full and undivided attention, but it was restricted to her spectacularly over-developed torso. Were those her tits? They couldn't be, could they? Tits just weren't that big...

"Oh... erm..." he gradually dragged his eyes up to look at Hilda's face. "$32.75."

Beth began to reach for her purse, but Hilda wouldn't hear of it. "No, no," she insisted. "I'll get this," and she reached into her huge cleavage and began fishing around for the four ten-dollar bills she'd placed there that morning.

One... two... Hilda pulled out three banknotes from her vast décolletage, but the fourth remained elusive. Simon's eyes began to water as he watched Hilda's hand, wrist and finally her entire forearm disappear without trace between her enormous breasts.

"I'm terribly sorry," Hilda sighed. "I know there's another bill here somewhere. But it's got lost somewhere between my ti..."

A sudden cough from Harriet caused Hilda to look up for a moment. She followed her daughter's gaze, saw the stern look her sister was giving her, and quickly pulled her arm out from between her tits.

"I'm sorry. Here's thirty dollars. I'll erm... find the rest in just a moment." She handed the money to the taxi driver, noticing that he seemed to be sweating quite profusely, and that his eyes were watering. They also appeared to be bobbing up and down as if he didn't have control of them. "Are you feeling OK, sugar?"

"Er... n... no, er... yes," Simon stuttered. "I... I'm fine, honestly..."

"Well come on in for a moment while we find the rest of your money."

With the introductions completed they all went inside. Harriet was hovering noticeably near the taxi driver, but Hilda gave her a sharp look and entrusted him to Henry. "Show this gentleman through to the lounge would you, please, Henry."

Then Hilda took Beth by the arm and escorted her off to the room that had been prepared for her, leaving Harriet to watch over the dinner.

As they left, Harriet gave her mother a secret agonized look. She had promised to be good, but no one said it would be easy.

"You know, Hilda," Beth smiled as she climbed the stairs behind her sister. "I must confess that I had the teeniest doubt in my mind that told me you'd made all those letters up."

"Oh, really?" Hilda was glad she was in front and Beth couldn't see the worried expression on her face.

"Silly of me, wasn't it?" Beth continued. "They're delightful. I don't know how you did it. I underestimated you."

"Oh, I didn't do so much," Hilda put on her best nervous smile and turned momentarily to her sister. "They're good Humper kids."

"That's what I was afraid of..." Beth sighed.

"Here's your room," Hilda was delighted to be able to change the conversation as she led the nun into her room.

Until a few nights ago it had been an 'entertaining' room and it had taken considerable time to make it suitable for Beth to stay in. Now it was a very comfortable bedroom, if rather plain.

Hilda looked around the room, proudly, as Beth walked up to the window to take a look out at the view. She hoped it met with her sister's approval, after all their effort. The carpet had needed a thorough shampoo to remove all the cum stains and the sheets had been past saving.

It was then that her face froze with horror! For there under the dressing table was one of Harriet's old toys.

Most children's toys were harmless enough, but not this one. It was a monster 12 inch black dildo, thick as her wrist and complete with a head just like a man's wee wee!

One sight of that and the game would be up!

Hilda quickly and quietly moved over to the offending object, grabbed it, and pushed it down into her cleavage. 'Thank goodness for my 51 inch babies' she thought to herself as the huge object was swallowed up completely by her even huger breasts. In moments it was safely out of sight.

Hilda stood and turned back toward the window just in time to avoid suspicion as Beth turned her attention back to the room.

"Thank you, Hilda," she smiled. "I'm sure I'll be most comfortable here."

Hilda barely suppressed a smile as she thought about the room's history. 'You wouldn't be,' she thought. 'If you knew what we do in here.' But what she said was, "I'm glad you like it. I'll just go and ask Henry to bring your things up. Then we'll leave you to unpack and I'll get back to the dinner."

Henry had escorted Simon through to the lounge as his mother had asked. There they sat chatting about nothing for a few minutes until Hilda arrived and asked Henry to take Beth's bags up to her room.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, honey," Hilda leaned over and rested her hands on her knees as she spoke to the taxi driver, her humungous breasts threatening to tumble out of her top at any moment. "I must get back to the dinner but I'll just ask my daughter to come and take care of you."
"Oh... that's... that's..." finally he lost his battle with words and just stared at Hilda longingly until she flashed him a smile and spun round to make her way to the kitchen.

"Harriet, honey," Hilda picked up her kitchen apron and began to tie it on. "Be a dear and take care of that nice young taxi driver. I don't seem to be able to find that other ten dollar bill I had."

"Sure, Mama," Harriet grinned at the thought. "You want me to give him a good tip?"

"Uh huh," Hilda replied absent-mindedly as she opened the oven to check on the roast beef cooking inside. "Don't be too long, OK. I need you to help me with the vegetables."

"OK, Mama," Harriet was still grinning as she took off her own apron and rushed through to the lounge.

"Oh, hello," Simon sighed visibly with relief when he saw it was the young girl who'd come back. If he looked at that super-breasted woman once more he knew he'd ruin his pants. Mind you, the younger one looked as though she'd be damn hot if she got out of those boring duds. And she had quite a rack on her, too...

"Mama says I should take care of you," Hilda gave Simon one of her sweetest smiles while, to his surprise, she knelt down before him. "Now, I have to be quick and I can't afford to mess up my clothes, so just come in my mouth and I'll swallow it right down."

Simon didn't utter a word. He had to have misheard her. But then why was she unzipping his fly and... 'Oh my God... pulling out my dick!'

With a dexterity learned through years of experience Harriet deftly pulled Simon's hardening cock out of his pants and give it a couple of long strokes with her hand to help it grow still further.

"Oh..." was all Simon could mutter as he shifted his body slightly toward Harriet.

"What a lovely wee wee," Harriet looked up at Simon's face after admiring his six inch and growing dick. "But I think I can make it bigger... much bigger!" Then she reached forward and took the entire length in her mouth instantly.

"Oh, my..." the heavily sweating taxi driver continued as he felt his cock harden still further. Without thinking, he grabbed the arms of his chair tightly in his hands.

Harriet kept a tight seal around Simon's cock with her lips. She'd know when he was ready to shoot his wee wee juice, but she didn't want to risk any pre-cum spilling onto her sweater.

She bobbed her head up and down, her tongue doing its work of magic around his tool, particularly on the very sensitive tip. Every now and then she would push further forward and send that sensitive tip racing deep down into her throat.

"Oh my God!" Simon gasped, squirming uncontrollably in his seat. He'd never felt anything like it. This kid couldn't be more than eighteen or nineteen yet she was giving him the best blow job of his life!

With each thrust his cock grew in length and reached a little deeper down her gullet until Harriet estimated it at about eight and a half inches. 'Shame I won't get to see it better,' she thought to herself. 'But I daren't take it out of my mouth until its shot its load.'

Harriet would have loved to have taken longer over her task, savouring it and him fully, but her Mama had told her to be quick and she showed Simon's throbbing prick no mercy. In less than a minute she had sucked, licked and tongued his rod into submission until his balls were bursting with wee wee juice.

Simon's grasp on the arms of his tightened. He began panting very loudly and was rocking his hips wildly back and forth. "Oh my, oh my, oh my," he kept repeating. "Oh my, oh my... Goooooooooooddddddddd!"

That last word came as his balls finally lost their battle to contain his cum and it began to rocket out of his dick harder than anything he'd ever experienced before.

One... two... Harriet let the first spurts jet straight down her throat, still nervous of spilling any onto her clothes. But she could never resist a little taste of baby batter so slid the head of Simon's cock back up out of her throat for the final two jets and let them spill across her tongue into her mouth.

Simon had never cum so hard or so much in his life. He felt as though she'd drained every ounce of his strength straight out through his dick. He was exhausted!

Still not releasing Simon's shaft from her mouth, Harriet rolled the sperm around in her mouth for a few moments savouring the taste before swallowing it down. Then, taking great care to make sure there was none of the precious juice left on or in his cock, she let it slide out of her mouth completely.

"Mmmmmmm!!!" Harriet smiled up at the dumbfounded Simon. "Delicious. That is one of the sweetest wee wees I've ever tasted."

"Th... thank you..." Simon was at a loss as to what else to say.

"Oh, you're welcome," Harriet replied as she replaced Simon's softening erection back in his pants and zipped up his flies. "I'm just sorry it had to be in such a hurry. Given a little time I could have got twice as much juice of that cute wee wee of yours."

Simon shrank back in his chair. Twice as much? What was she trying to do to him? "I don't think I'm ever gonna cum again after that," he remarked as he tried to regain his breath. "

"Ooooohhhhh!" Harriet slapped her hands together in glee. "A challenge! Give me your card & I'll give you a call once my Auntie Beth has left town. Then I'll prove it to you."

Simon found Harriet a card in his top pocket. He wasn't going to miss out on an opportunity to see this amazing young creature again - even if he was risking a major heart attack in doing so.

"Now you just rest up a moment & save your strength," Harriet took the card. "When you're ready just let yourself out. I'd better get back to helping Mama with the dinner."

"Did you see to that young man, dear?" Hilda asked her daughter as she came in to the kitchen.

"Yes, Mama," Harriet picked up her apron again. "And he was delicious!"

Hilda almost dropped her saucepan. "You sucked his wee wee!"

"Sure, Mama," Harriet looked bemused. "You told me to take care of him..."

"I meant for you to find him another ten dollars!" Hilda looked horrified. "What if your Aunt Beth had come downstairs?"

"I was very quick, Mama," Harriet defended herself. "And I swallowed it all. I didn't spill a drop."

"Honey," Hilda took hold of her daughter's hands and looked her straight in the eyes. "You need to be more careful. Until your aunt has left us you can't just suck any wee wee that comes along. I know it's er... hard, but you have to resist - just for a few days. Now promise me you'll be more careful."

"OK, Mama," Harriet sighed. "I promise."

Part 03

It had been four days. Four days of hell as far as Harriet was concerned. Okay, two days of hell. The first couple of days had been very interesting - talking to Aunt Beth and hearing about the time she was a girl and living with the young Hilda and their parents. And her stories of life in Africa were both heart-warming and full of sadness.

But once the conversation moved on to her time in the convent, Harriet rapidly found it increasingly difficult to feign interest.

More importantly, she hadn't so much as seen a wee wee since she'd sucked off taxi driver, Simon Quick, the afternoon he'd brought Aunt Beth to their house.

Once or twice Harriet had tried escaping the house for a short while. There were thousands, millions, of wee wees out there - any one of which would boil over in excitement at the touch of her soft lips.

Her mother had even caught her tip-toeing down the garden and had quietly shooed her back into the house. "If I have to stay in," she whispered, "then so do you."

So the only time they went out was with Aunt Beth. They took her to visit the local church, to see a few old friends, and to dinner at a very expensive restaurant. But otherwise her recent operation confined her to resting in the house.

They played a few games of Clue, Monopoly and Charades, but the time began to pass terribly slowly for the Humper family.

"Your mother tells me that you play the violin, Henry," Aunt Beth gazed proudly at her nephew as they passed another evening playing Monopoly.

Beth and Hilda sat on comfortably padded armchairs. The board was on a large coffee table in front of them and Harriet and Henry sat on the floor the other side.

"Er... She did?" Why did Mom have to tell her that, Henry wondered and gave his mother an exasperated look as he took the dice from her. He didn't even have a violin. "Er... Why yes, of course. You know, passably well... Nothing special..."

"How modest," Beth beamed. "Yet you perform at the local concert hall."

"Er... Yes," Henry tried to compose himself and stop saying, 'Er.' "Just local amateur stuff," he insisted as he threw the dice.

"Seven!" Harriet screamed. "That takes you on to North Carolina Avenue. Come on, pay up!"

"Jes...er... gee whiz," Henry stopped himself with a momentary glance at Aunt Beth when he found out how much he owed his sister.

"You must be offering some pretty special services in that hotel to charge that much," Henry scowled quietly at his sister.

"I do," she replied with a sly smile, "but they're all included in the basic price. I wouldn't dream of charging for them."

"What's that, children?" the hard-of-hearing Aunt Beth enquired.

"Henry was just complaining because he's losing," Harriet replied smugly as she took Henry's money and rolled the dice for her own turn.

"It's only a game, Henry," Beth chided him. "You mustn't take it too seriously."

"Community Chest!" Harriet jumped up excitedly and moved herself several spaces down the board. Under her plain beige top, her huge breasts bounced up and down momentarily.

"How appropriate!" Henry sneered, "seeing as half the community has seen your..."

"Coffee anyone!" Hilda jumped up and glared a warning at Henry to behave himself.

"You have won second prize in a beauty contest," Harriet read her card. "Second prize? Who are they kidding?" and she glanced momentarily down at her undisguisable H cup breasts. They were mostly covered by her top, but a modest amount of cleavage was exposed at the top. "Second prize to who?"

Fortunately, Beth was too busy asking Hilda for a coco to notice what went on, but now it was Harriet's turn to earn a stern look of disapproval from her mother.

Harriet took her prize money from a reluctant Henry. "Thank you Mr Wanker," she whispered mischievously, prompting a further glare from her mother. "I mean, Mr Banker."

Then Harriet passed the dice on to Aunt Beth who miraculously passed a whole row of Henry's last remaining houses to reach a safe point on the Go square. She glanced upwards thankfully, and Henry wondered for a moment if she wasn't getting some help from up there.

"Go... great roll, Aunt Beth," Henry stopped his profanity just in time. He rolled the dice for his mother and moved her on a few squares. Then on his own turn he landed on yet another of Harriet's hotels.

"I'm surprised you can't roll any better, Henry," Harriet then lowered her voice. "With all the exercise your wrist gets."

Henry glared once more at his sister as he gave her the last of his money and sold a few houses to finish the payment. "Yes, those services must be darn good," he growled under his breath.

"I always give complete satisfaction," Harriet teased Henry as Hilda came back in and began passing out the refreshments.

"Oops! I forgot the cookies!" Hilda swung round and departed back into the kitchen. "Can't have coffee without cookies."

Then an idea began to form in Harriet's mind. An idea to relieve herself of the boredom of the past two days. Why not torment Henry? He was always so insufferable, anyway. Time to take him down a peg or two. Now... Where to begin? Oh yes... What was his big weakness?

Harriet reached over to pick up the dice. 'Shame I don't have a lower cut top on,' she thought to herself as she leaned forward. 'But I'm sure I'll manage." She looked up at Henry and gave him one of her most wicked smiles.

Henry glared back in return before looking down to count his money. It didn't take long; there wasn't much to count.

But Harriet used the few seconds she had available to launch her plan. She glanced over at Aunt Beth to see her eyes drooping as she began to fall asleep in her chair. Then she reached up and quickly pulled the front of her top down a little. It wasn't much - the top wasn't designed for this - just four or five inches, and Harriet had much more cleavage than that.

Then she carefully placed the two dice between her breasts. One sat neatly on top, the other she half-pushed in between them.

"Oooooops!" she shrieked, loudly enough to catch Henry's attention, but not so loud as to awake her aunt or alert her mother. "Butterfingers."

Harriet waited until her brother looked up at her before reaching down for the dice once again. She didn't bother with any pretence that this was an accident. She wanted him to know that she was playing with him; that she could make him squirm whenever she wished.

"Like I said," she didn't take her eyes off him as her fingers plunged the dice deep down between her breasts. "Oooooops."

Henry's jaw dropped as he watched his sister's right hand plunge into the valley between her breasts - ostensibly to find the dice, but in reality just groping around lasciviously.

"Mmmmm... They must be here somewhere," Harriet teased her brother as her hand very visibly massaged her left breast beneath her top.

Henry felt his heart beginning to beat much faster, and his palms began to sweat. He hadn't been with a girl in days and was already feeling the frustration. And now this...

"Hmmmm..." Harriet couldn't suppress a small giggle as she took hold of her nipple between her fingers and thumb. "I think I may have found one... Mmmmm... yesss, I'm definitely onto something here."

As Henry gazed in awe, Harriet continued to tweak and twist her nipple, her increasingly rough handling stimulating it into growth. "Oh, yes..." she groaned before switching breasts to play with her other nipple.

"And here's... oooohhhh... the other..." Then she stopped for a moment. "Tsk... Silly me! These are just my nipples. I thought they were much too big for dice." She giggled quietly and then started up again. "Ooooohhh! But I'd better just make sure. Mmmmmm..."

Henry had to adjust his seating as he felt his cock begin expanding out of his shorts into his pants. Locked away with his family for the past few days he had been building up a lot of tensions, and Harriet's display was having an immediate effect on him.

And tension wasn't the only thing he had been building up; he hadn't cum in days. His balls, already bloated, were now going into sperm-producing overdrive. Henry was beginning to need relief, badly.

"I can't seem to find them," Harriet desperately tried not to laugh as she scooped up the mammoth globe that was her right breast so high that it began to overflow her top. "Perhaps you'd take a look for me, Henry?"

She sat up on her heels and leant forward, pulling down her top to give her brother a wonderful view of her magnificent breasts dangle pendulously before his very eyes.

Henry was in a state of utter frustration. Those hanging cushions of flesh looked so soft, so inviting, and so beautifully... immense. But a little voice inside him told him that he must not fall into the trap being laid for him by his wanton sister. If he reached out, as he longed to do, to caress those wonderful mounds, he'd never hear the end of it from Harriet. But even as he thought about the inevitable teasing, he sat up and his hands began to reach up from his side...

Harriet could now see the enormous bulge in her brother's pants. It was huge! After a short breath of astonishment she smiled at the success of her plan. It had worked every bit as well as she'd hoped. Now for the finishing touches...

"Perhaps not," Harriet suddenly sat back and readjusted her top. "People might get the wrong idea. They might think that you just wanted to play with my tits. Normally I wouldn't mind, of course, but you are my brother. What would people think? I know," she sighed. "This will shift them..."

This was the most dangerous part of her plan, but it was worth the risk to put her insufferable brother in his place. If her Aunt should wake now, or her mother return too soon with the cookies, she'd be banished to her room with no wee wees for a month.

Quickly she grasped the hemline of her top and yanked it right up over her spectacularly-sized breasts. Then she began to shake her colossal funbags back and forth with all her strength.

"My God!" Henry gasped. Other than his mother, he had never seen such large or beautiful breasts in his life.

Henry was transfixed as the basketballs of flesh swung back and forth, back and forth... He couldn't get over just how big they were, and how incredibly powerful. 'If she titty-whipped someone with those babies they wouldn't know much about it,' he thought to himself, wishfully.

At the same time, his cock took another growth surge further out of his shorts. It was rock hard and straining painfully against his pants. His balls continued to swell and he felt sure that he was about to burst.

Almost immediately the two dice came flying out from between Harriet's breasts and landed on the Monopoly board. Harriet waited a few seconds, enjoying the look of awe on her brother's face, and then pushed the top back down neatly over her remarkable breasts once more.

"Ooooohhh, eight," Harriet squealed in delight as if nothing had happened. "That means I pass go and collect another $200." Then came the moment of Henry's downfall. "Auntie... Aunt Beth... It's your turn," Harriet smirked as she gently shook her Aunt's arm and passed her the dice.

Henry was dumbfounded. He thought for a moment that he must have been dreaming. He would have believed it too except for the raging hard-on in his pants. His hard-on...

Henry quickly slouched back down, hoping to hide his raging hard-on out of Aunt Beth's sight behind the coffee table. If she caught him like this, his Mom would be furious!

'Think unsexy thoughts! Think unsexy thoughts...' Henry kept repeating in his mind, hoping that the erection could be wished away.

At that moment Hilda finally returned with the cookies, which she placed on the coffee table beside the Monopoly Board.

"Oh my goodness!" Hilda exclaimed as she leaned over the coffee table and caught sight of her son's twelve inch wee wee, standing at full length and burrowing its way down his pant leg.

"Mmmmm..." she stood motionless for a moment, staring at her son's massive bulge, and wondered what to do. What was the boy thinking? If Beth saw that... No, she didn't want to think about that.

Of course this made Henry's situation even worse. Not only was Harriet sitting beside him, pushing her shoulders back and thrusting her chest out, but now his mother was stooping over him, dangling her enormous udders in his face as well.

Henry didn't know which way to look, and a gentle moan escaped his lips, half ecstatic and half painful.

"Erm... Henry..." Hilda tried to think fast. "Erm... Would you, er... help me in the kitchen for a moment. I... er... we... ought to... er... start washing up... Yes!"

'Yikes!' Henry thought to himself. 'She wants me to move! How am I going to get to the kitchen without being spotted?' The agonized look on his face told his mother all this, without the need to speak.

"Now, Henry!" and Hilda shooed her son in the direction of the kitchen, all the while trying to interpose herself between him and Beth, hoping to shield his bulging pants from her view. She caught sight of Harriet's giggling face before she left, and instantly guessed what had happened. "And you, young lady," she gave her daughter a stern look before quieting her voice. "You can come and give a hand, too."
Downfaced, Harriet followed behind Hilda and Henry into the kitchen, dragging her feet along in mild protest. 'It's all that Henry's fault,' she thought to herself. 'But Mom always takes his side... Just because he's got a dick.'

Risking a glance at Beth as she left the room, Hilda was relieved to see her settling back in her chair for another nap. 'Just as well,' she thought, realizing how incredibly suspicious the three of them must have looked.

"Look what you've done to your poor brother, young lady!" Hilda, chastised her daughter from the safety of the kitchen, indicating at his enormous hard-on while trying not to raise her voice too loudly. She didn't want to disturbing Beth who remained sitting quietly in the next room. 'With any luck she'll be asleep soon,' Hilda hoped.

"Come on, Henry," Hilda turned to her younger child. "Lose that boner. Get that wee wee down. Think baseball... all those boring statistics... How about politics? Come on or your Aunt Beth will see it."

"I'm sorry, Mom," Henry was leaning back against the oven and looked very uncomfortable indeed. "It won't go down! And I think my balls are gonna burst! Please! Do something, Mom!"

Hilda couldn't bear to see her poor baby in distress any longer, and she knelt down and unzipped Henry's pants. "Don't worry, baby. Mama's gonna help take away the nasty feeling. I'll get all of that lovely baby batter out and soften up that poor wee wee of yours."

"Mama! You're not..." Harriet cried as she watched her mother gently insert her hand inside her brother's pants and try to pull out his dick. But it was so long and hard that it wouldn't come out through the fly, and Hilda had to unfasten the button and pull Henry's pants right down. Seconds later these were followed by his shorts.

Henry's twelve inch rod popped out of his shorts and stood pointing straight up at his mother's face as he continued groaning.

"Don't you start, young lady," Hilda sighed as she took a hold of her son's enormous rod in her hand and began to slide it up and down gently. "This is all your fault. Now make yourself useful. We have to get your brother's wee wee to fit back in his pants again, and we need to be quick before your Aunt Beth sees it. Now stand behind me and help erm... stimulate him."

"But Mama," Harriet began to protest. No one had been so keen to help her with her frustrations.

"No buts, young lady," Hilda began to lose her patience, but continued rhythmically massaging Henry's huge cock. "You were keen enough just now, now get on with it." Then she began to concentrate all her attention on her poor suffering son, using her free hand to play with his balls. "My poor baby! These are sooooo full!"

Henry himself was unable to speak and began to look as though he were relying more and more on the oven to support him. His knees were weakening and his heart pounding as he watched his sister stand behind his mother and pull up her top above her fabulous mammaries once more.

"So, Henry," Harriet put on her best teasing voice once more as she lifted up one of her incredibly heavy breasts to her mouth. "How would you love to do this, hmmmm?" Then she popped the nipple into her mouth and began to suckle on it with exaggerated licking of lips and moans of pleasure. 'May as well get this over with,' she thought to herself. 'Besides, I may as well get myself off while I'm at it. Mama generally doesn't approve of that when there were so many guys out there with wee wees to do it for me, but these are exceptional circumstances.'

Under the skilled ministrations of his mother, and given the incredible sight of his enormously-endowed sister suckling herself so enthusiastically, Henry felt himself approaching orgasm very quickly indeed. It would take a corpse, and a long dead one at that, to resist that sort of encouragement.

"Mmmmm..." Henry tried to warn his mother of his impending climax, but couldn't. Every part of his body seemed to be shutting down - all, that is, but one. His cock was preparing to shoot the biggest load of it life. His balls were stretched to their very limit, but relief was coming so very, very soon...

But Hilda didn't need telling. She'd sucked, fucked and fondled more wee wees into life than Jenna Jameson and knew when they were cumming even before their owners.

"Don't worry, baby. It'll all be out soon," Hilda soothed her poor suffering son, and gave him a gentle kiss on the tip of his achingly erect cock. "He's cumming," she informed her daughter. "Pass me down some of that kitchen paper, quickly!" And she began tossing her hand back and forth across her son's cock to finish him off.

Without removing her nipple from her mouth, Harriet turned and reached over to the kitchen roll holder beside her only to find it empty. "Ishhh mmmty, Mmma," she tried to say through a mouthful of nipple. "Sssshlluuupp..."

"Don't speak with your mouth full, dear," Harriet sighed, now using both hands on Henry's trembling shaft. "And hurry up with that paper roll. Your brother's wee wee is gonna blow at any moment."

Harriet reluctantly let her breast fall with an audible 'slap' and turned back to her mother. "I said it's empty, Mom." Then she took hold of her other breast and lifted that up to her mouth for its turn of licking and sucking.

"Well find something, quickly," Hilda began to panic. "I don't want to stop him now. His poor balls won't take any more. He'll do himself an injury. Where's the towel?"

"I put it in the washing basket," Harriet removed the nipple from her mouth just long enough to reply. "Like you told me too this morning, remember?"

"So where's the clean one?" Hilda was beginning to panic. Henry was going to blow his wad at any moment.

"You didn't say anything about bringing down a clean one," Harriet let her breast fall down with another slight 'slap' as she tried to forestall the inevitable criticism. "You should have said if you wanted a clean one. Shall I...?"

"Too late!" Hilda interrupted her daughter. "He's cumming...!!!"

Henry practically screamed as the first stream of cum erupted from the end of his dick. The thick white wad flew right over his mother's head to splash down onto Harriet's chest. Without thinking she turned her body slightly to allow the incredible blast to coat both of her massive tits.

"Wow!" Harriet was impressed. She'd never seen anyone shoot like that.

The next burst of cum was only marginally less powerful; flying over Hilda's head but falling slightly short of Harriet's already cum-drenched body. It would have fallen to the floor if she hadn't reached out with cupped hands and caught most of it. The tail end of the torrent left a thick trail of cum across Hilda's beautiful blonde hair.

It was then that they heard the scream...

Turning to look at the sound, Hilda and Harriet both saw Aunt Beth standing in the doorway. She held her head in her hands and continued to scream for a further second until she fell to the floor in a feint. Henry, however, was oblivious to anything but the need to release still more cum from his tortured balls. While his body had almost totally collapsed now, his twelve inch prick was still rock hard and launched a third spurt up toward Hilda's face.

Hilda could only stare in horror at the expression on her sister's face as Henry continued to plaster her with cum from a fourth and then fifth eruption. Her face and chest were covered and a large deposit covered her tongue. "Oh, shit," she murmured after swallowing Henry's surprisingly tasty baby batter and watched the exhausted teenager finally stop spurting and fall to the floor in front of her.

"Erm, Mama," Harriet idly began to rub the sea of cum into her breasts and stomach. "What's Aunt Beth going to say when she wakes up?"

"She's not going to say anything," Hilda sighed, turning on her knees toward her daughter. "She'll never talk to any of us again."

"Oh, Mama," Harriet stepped forward and with an audible squelch she pulled her mother's head into her cleavage for a hug. "I'm so sorry. It's all my fault." She ran her sperm-soaked fingers through her mother's hair.

Hilda was utterly dejected. How could she ever have believed that she'd get away with this deception? Well, it was all over now... Or was it?

"Wait!" Hilda cried, pulling her head out from the depths of her daughter's still soaking bosom. "I have an idea. First give me a hand to carry your brother to his room. Then we have to clean ourselves up, and finally..."

Hilda outlined her desperate plan to her daughter as they carried the unconscious Henry up to his room. "And then remind me to talk to Henry about shooting his wee wee juice into my mouth," she tried to sound stern. "There are just some things boys don't do to their mothers."

"Waaaahh!" Beth woke with a start. "You're sic..." She stopped suddenly as she took in her surroundings. There she was, sat in her chair before the Monopoly board. Hilda was sat beside her and Harriet was sat on the floor as before. Only Henry was missing.

"Are you OK, Aunt Beth?" Harriet asked, her voice full of concern.

"Where's Henry?" Beth asked, suspiciously. What was going on? Surely she hadn't dreamt that... that... disgusting scene. She felt feint just thinking about it.

"Oh he er... ran out of funds in the end," Hilda replied. "You really don't look so well, Beth, dear."

"The game was too much for him," Harriet added. "We helped him to bed in the end. You were asleep at the time and we didn't want to wake you."

"Were we all in the kitchen just now?" Beth hung on to the idea for the moment, vile as it was.

"Harriet and I did a little erm... cleaning up," Hilda put on her most innocent expression. "Things were a little, erm... messy. Why?"

"I saw... I... I'm sure I..." Beth didn't know what to think. It had all seemed so real, and yet... even Hilda wouldn't... would she?

"You really aren't looking so well, Beth," Hilda confirmed, panicking a little inside.

"No... You're probably right," Beth sighed. "I was going to tell you... I thought I was feeling much better. I was going to phone the airline tomorrow to book a flight back to Africa, but perhaps I'm not as well as I thought. I'd better leave it another week or so. You don't mind, do you, dear?"

Hilda and Harriet just turned and stared at one another.

Inwardly they both screamed, "Nooooooooooooooooo!!!"