The entire twelve inches of Henry’s hose of a horsecock penetrated Hilda’s bare chest, horizontally touching the place between her two bounty bazooms as she gripped her cute cans with both hands and curled them around his long trunk to make the slide, though slippery and noisy and fun, a tight one.
“Slippy Mommy your sticky, tee hee hee!” Hilda tittered as he plowed her topsy swervy titters at that moment. “Slidey Mommy your mansy meat stick, tee hee! Oh, it squeaks loud as motherfucking, titfucking shit when you titfuck me, baby boy! Work your Wean Machine a little harder and I’ll suck ‘im as he moves!”
“Oh, and to think we might have left all this off for wrapping silly consumerist gifts!” Henry exclaimed, cramming and jamming his severely swollen stalk between the two oasises of teatsiedom that he gave a squeaky, loud and humorous wee weeing to. “And I come home and find ‘Mommy’s fucking Santa! Mommy’s fucking Santa!’ Ohhh, fuck, I’m gonna dick your triple-J wee wee fuckin’ tits so fuckin’ hard, you naughty strumpet! Ohhhhh, uhhhhhhh, uhhhhhhh, fuuuucccckkkk, it feels so good in here!”
“Tee hee hee,” Hilda giggled, her big bags of boobflesh quivering and shaking with each spasm of laughter. “I wonder what my baby boy has in his big ol’ Santa sack, tee hee.” Reaching down with her dainty hand, she gave his dangling gonads a gentle squeeze. “I think that Santa sack of ours is full of lots of treats for Mommy!” Hilda stroked and kneaded his scrotum as though she were rattling a gift to try and guess its contents. “I bet there’s lots of my baby boy’s ooey gooey sticky shit, mmmm,” Hilda moaned, sticking her tongue out at the appropriate moment to give Henry a quick “wiggler” in his urethral orifice that made Henry groan out loud at the sensations that coursed through his body. His rigid planting tool continued to ply its way through the tight flesh trap formed by Hilda’s gigantic globes, made even tighter when she loosened her grasp on his trouser snake and pressed her breasts together to form a tighter sheath around her boy’s male organ.
Henry placed his hands at the side of her jumping, currently fucking teats and then began to buck hard at the waist, the ‘eek, eek, eek’ of hard wee wee on soft lubricated boobie flesh resounding throughout the spacious bedroom. Hilda in turn leaned her head slightly forward and took the first few inches of his dick into her mouth and got a quick suck in as he pounded her cleavage with his leaky protruding peter.
“That’s it, baby. Pound ’em! Fuck ’em hard!” the mother encouraged her well-hung boy, as his foot-longer started slipping and sliding faster and faster, now slipping and sliding in and out of her mouth as well. “Give Momma’s boobs and her mouth a good fuckin’, big guy!”
“Ohhhh, ohhhhh,” Henry managed, working like a skillful logjammer, ramming his tree between her holy Humper hills. “Just keep your Santa-suckin’ mouth open wide, cause it’s about to get a mouthful of magical holiday semen! Ohhhhh, shiiiiittttttt, ohhhhhh, fuuuucccckkkk! I almost can’t turn back now, Mom!”
“Let it out, baby. Let it all out,” Hilda urged, lapping at a droplet of pre-cum that leaked from Henry’s pee pee pole’s wee wee hole. “Give it all to Mommy, baby. Empty that big ol’ Santa sack.”
“Uh! Uh! Uh!” Henry grunted, finally losing the ability to stave off the inevitable and giving in and letting go. Huge amounts of rope-like strings of sticky baby batter were ejected forcefully from the huge apple head of Henry’s wee wee as Hilda guzzled, drinking him down as fast as she was physically capable of doing, her oversized hooters bouncing and jouncing while she made a valiant attempt to capture and enjoy every single morsel.
“Oh, Henry,” she was finally able to say as the thick stream became merely a dribble again and she could use her tongue to wipe her lips and chin. “Baby, I love your balls! That was some huge fucking Christmas treat in that sack of yours, Henry, tee hee hee.”
“You got that titterfuckin’ right,” Henry agreed with a satisfied sigh of orgasmic satisfaction, having finally found sexual relief and release, euphoric and cathartic as it was between his mother’s colossal udder jubblies and inside her mouth and throat when she finally drank from his penis. And the fact that it was the holiday season only made it feel like one big up close and personal present, a sweet sensual gift to his wee wee for Christmas. But the boy and his hulking huge high school cock were both quite sure that his busting-to-the-ceiling mother and her overwrought orbs were a gift that would keep on giving, and then giving and giving and giving some more sex, whether it was boob sex, mouth sex or just plain old honey cunny sex. Henry Humper hauled his sleek well-working organ from out her mouth and then from out her deep mysterious cleavage and toppled to the bed beside her topless and top-heavy body that was now speckled with cum.
“You did that well, Henry,” Hilda observed with a smirk that smoldered with sexual possibilities yet to come. “And motherfuck it all, if your dick isn’t heeeuuugeerrr than shit, pardon my grammatical liberties! Tee hee hee!”
“It’s because it’s Christmas, Mom, ha ha,” Henry laughed, giving his overendowed mother a gentle poke in her left breast as she instinctively reached out with her hand to stroke and fondle the large private part between his legs. “Everything is more generous at Christmas, even Mr. Wean. That was sure some motherfucking fun shit.”
“Yes it was, baby,” Hilda sighed, leaning back against the pillow and closing her eyes, just relaxing and savoring the feel of his hands as they pawed and played with her gigantic jubblies as she continued to tickle and tease his male appendage, surprised that it was already standing nearly at attention again, even though it had only been mere minutes since their last sexual interlude.
“Mommy, he’s hard again,” Henry told her, stating the patently obvious.
“Henry, I know, sweetie. But I’m tired after all the Christmas preparations. I’ve been cooking and baking and buying and wrapping for days now and I just don’t feel like being at your pecker’s beck and call all the time. Can’t you just lie here and play with my titties or something? I know Mr. Wean is needy, sweetheart, but even mothers need a day off every now and again.”
Looking decidedly downcast, Henry nevertheless continued to paw playfully at her fleshy lady lumps, tweaking the nipples and occasionally lowering his head to give each a playful nip with his teeth.
“Oh, Henry, that does feel fantastic, sweetie, but can’t you just lie here and snuggle with me for awhile? Good grief, that fucking fucktool of yours seems to need my attention all the fucking time. I’m glad Harriet can take over for me sometimes, otherwise you’d wear me the fuck out.”
“Oh, I’m sooooooo haaaaarrrrrrrdddd, Mommy, so very hard,” Henry said in a voice of pleasured relaxation as he basked lazily in the feel of her predictable hand rubbing up and down on the part that mattered most, only one of his hands now sampling her own substantial skin floats of flesh.
“Ohhhhh, I know it is, baby,” Hilda huskily replied, as he haphazardly fondled her sweet as honey damn big delectable pair as her own hand slid delightfully up and down on his organ, her sensitive fingers savoring each thick delicious vein that networked along the surface of his horsecock. “I know it is, baby, cause I feeeeeel it.”
“Ohhhh, I feeeeeeel it too, Mommy Mams, and it feeeeeeels so good, you slathering your hand to and fro on my big ol’ piece of penile pipe, I mean. Oh, Mommy lover!”
“Oh, baby! I mean, don’t you know I wouldn’t even give a shit if you didn’t buy me anything for Christmas, Henry. Yeah, rub my tittie good. Don’t you know that I practically live for what you’ve got down here between your legs? That would be Christmas present enough for me. And I don’t just love it cause I fuck it and suck it. Baby, I love it for what it is, what I know it can do, even on Mr. Wean’s off days, like when you are studying Shakespeare at school or some shit. And I would say it’s the best Christmas present a boy could ever give his mother. I love it most because it’s attached to you, sweetness. Nah, that’s not totally true. I mainly love it cause it’s so biiiiggggggg!”
“Well, I don’t think the Christmas turkey is the only fucking thing getting stuffed this year,” Henry declared arrogantly as he rose completely from his back and attempted to slide down Hilda’s shorts so that he might undress the lower half of her busty and fulsomely voluptuous body while his monstrous cock jutted proudly and largely from between his legs, solid and ready to insert itself inside her vagina. “Oh, yeah, Mommy. I’m getting a ‘piece on earth.'”
“You sure are getting a ‘piece on earth’, tee hee. And it’s a heavenly piece of ass too! Oh, Henry, Momma’s got a lot of good will towards men too,” Hilda giggled with a swivel of her swinging bazooms as she allowed her son to take down her jogging shorts to gain an unobstructed view of her bare pink pussy, the wonderful space he would soon shove his foot-long shaft into.
“You got a lot of good will towards men, and manhoods too. Ha! Ha! Merry Christmas, Momma. I love you.”
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