Maximum Badonkadonk Ch. 13

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"What the fuck are you doing?" Carlie snatched at my bicep pinching my arm half whispering. I turned away from the community corkboard looking at her roundish face with the oversized glasses, unperturbed.

"Hanging up some flyers for a student film festival; what's your malfunction?"

"How did you find me?"

"You grabbed me miss, now excuse me." I turned back to the corkboard getting ready to staple another colored piece of paper to the wall. Carlie was looking around giving me the impression she was afraid to be seen with me.

"Excuse you huh, you stalking me?" She asked in a hushed whisper.

"Uh, who are you again?"

"Ha ha, very funny nigga; you trying to get at Renee, huh?" I stopped what I was doing staring at her for a few seconds before going back to the board.

She looked oddly disarming round face, thick glasses and headwrap with the ball atop her head like some black silken balloon. If you didn't know Carlie, you would peg her as a young woman wrapped up in her religion, but I knew otherwise.

"Please; uhm, what is your name again?" Carlie was wearing a African wrap dress with this muted decorative print, wholly pretentious.

"You know my fucking name." She stood there with her books held tightly to her chest, face scrunched up like a mad ball. This thin, slightly lanky sister was trying to intimidate me and I found it amusing.

"Maybe you should take your meds darling."

I walked out of the student day room to the strains of Erica Badu's Window Seat leaving her there at the board. The place was starting to get crowded and I preferred my space.

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MAXIMUM BADONKADONK Chapter 13

Featuring:

Esther-46-38-62 1/2 (47 years old)

Charity Gilbert-38F-29-39 (19 years old)

Phoebe -34DD-26-38 (28 years old)

Tressie Fisher-44EE-44-48 (23years old)

Guest Star: Carlie Kelly-36C-25-36 (20 years old)

Male Cast Member: Bentley

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"Boy open that garage door."

I went for it finding a bit of difficulty lifting the door outward eventually requiring a little help from my auntie. The interior was stuffed to the gills with excess furniture, some of it still in the shipping boxes, various baskets, and crates and two racks burgeoning with all manner of clothes likely brought by my aunt on the fly. We exchanged glances silently noting the waste of money.

"Some of them there clothes over there belong to that heifer Maisy; I kicked her tail and kept that shit cause she thought she was gonna slide up in here with your Uncle. She knew she was outclassed when she got a load of my back porch but flapped her gums anyhow. Got kinda mouthy and I don't go for that with nobody."

"Did you really throw her down the stairs auntie."

"Yup." It was a bit of gossip that made the sewing circles in the family, but I was just trying to be funny. Auntie Esther was serious.

"So uhm, what do you want me to pull out first ma'am?"

"Nuh-thin." Her country accent hung thick in the air.

"I don't get it; I'm supposed to clean out this storage bin, right?" Auntie Esther was already walking away digging in her pocket producing her keys remotely opening the trunk of her gold Escalade. She reached inside for a backpack pulling out a tablet booting it up.

"Leave that to the Mexicans I done hired; my good friend Mr. Iglesias and his boys gonna take care of it. Now boy, don't be coy with me because we both know why you're here; unless you done got yourself a good case of that there amnesia?"

"Not at all, what're you doing there?" Auntie Esther scoffed at the question as I walked up beside her finding her looking at an app.

"Making damn sure your uncle ain't got none of them there surprises waiting for me. He been acting out lately, so I gotta keep an eye on the old boy. He might've figured out his hired hand been giving me them back shots on the low." Both of us were looking at my uncles RV moving on the digital map reflected on the screen. I just shook my head chuckling.

"What's so funny?"

"This shit makes me never want to get married."

"Well, it comes with the territory and such; you wanna have a kingdom, you gonna give something up. Two people living, eating, drinking, fucking and shitting under the same roof comes with its own set of ticks and quirks. Getting married isn't supposed to be no fucking happy ending boy; it's the beginning of something new."

"Still don't wanna get married."

"Bullshit, all it takes is the right sized ass and a little whispering in the ear to make a man give up the house keys. You just ain't found the right girl is all, boy. Heck if I was a bit younger, I'd put it on you fierce just to watch them pretty brown eyes of yours go all googly." She handed me the tablet allowing me to watch.

"You didn't do that last time?"

"Heck, we was just negotiating like." There was a bit of pride in her voice as she favored her suspenders.

Auntie Esther was wearing a white tee and this denim romper short set form fitted to her curves. The overalls looked like she'd taken a pair of scissors to them making the sides ride up like booty shorts on her overly wide hips. Her pear shaped figure was undoubtedly going to create a feeding frenzy online making me impatient to start.

"So you're gonna show the world how you get down, huh Auntie?"

"Heck, you think that little fifteen hundred was something; that there money is gonna be falling from all the trees from here to that Arabia place. I want that rich guy to buy me one of them there oil wells, then we gonna fuck." I laughed as she walked in a little circle giving me an ample view of her giant, floppy rear end. That romper really did look like booty shorts, more of bikini esthetic in the back.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah boy, I grew up in Missouri." Auntie Esther turned at the hip snapping her fingers in affirmation looking at my face directing my attention with her eyes to her oversized derriere. Her humongous cheeks were elongated, bulging from the back of that denim jumper. Her butt was literally as big as my torso with a set of shapely legs to match.

"Alright then, show me Auntie." I knew the motto of her home state.

"Are you crazy boy? You know I gots neighbors round here in these McMansions watching everything we do. Ain't trying to tip that cup of karma I been building up for a while now. We can do whatever you want up in the house; you know, in that special place I done shown you boy?"

She was obviously referring to the attic we'd hooked up in, but I wanted to make something distinctive pulling out my phone.

"Well, can I at least get a shot of you looking into that open storage bin?"

"What for, huh?!" She raised an eyebrow.

"Perspective; whether you really know it or not, you've got a weapon of mass destruction sitting at the end of your back ma'am. It's cool to get it in enclosed, controlled environments, but seeing it in the real world however brief, add to your allure. I just want some shots of you looking at all that shit, and maybe some walking to get a sense of the giggle."

"Giggle, what the hell you mean by that?"

"The way your butt bounces, that natural sway when you walk Auntie. Some people call that a giggle walk ma'am." My rebel auntie cracked this wry half smile at my analogy.

"Fuck, when I was back in that there high school, they used to say I was "dragging ah wagon" and I always put two to the chin when all the boys got out of line. All of their pants used to be tented and everything like they were on that there Viagra."

Auntie Esther went to the open garage door pretending to peer inside at all of her excessive clutter allowing me to get several pics from various angles and some video. She didn't mind it when I got out the selfie stick attaching my phone to it for a low angle POV shot that made those huge bulging cheeks look even bigger. I was sporting a tent of my own, still feeling the dual effects of separate trysts with Charity and Phoebe. Auntie bent at the hip intentionally making those shorts ride up into the deep crack of her ass for a few seconds.

"How do you like that there boy; that's one hell of a shot I reckon, right?"

"See for yourself ma'am." Auntie took stock of the footage with a toothy approving grin side eyeing my crotch which she gave a playful squeeze.

Before I could react, my afternoon muse was off doing this exaggerated powerwalk that made her look like a bionic streetwalker. I wasn't gonna tell her anything about the presentation following behind getting everything for prosperity. My selfie stick served as an impromptu steady cam catching the best of that "giggle walk" with extreme prejudice.

I literally had to exercise some self-restraint to keep from putting the camera right under those dueling cheeks. Auntie Esther took a leisurely stroll around the back of her big home rounding the other side. She stopped short of coming out on the pavement in front of the house.

"That's enough of that nonsense."

A white truck was pulling up in front of Auntie's home with some guys sitting in the back. A midsized moving truck appeared behind it partially blocking the driveway as I took the opportunity to get a great low angle shot of Auntie's rump in perspective to the adjacent brick wall as she tugged out a wedgie.

"CUT THAT MESS OUT!" She scolded without looking.

"Yes ma'am." I earned a slap to the bicep as she went out to meet the hired workers.

"Buenos días amigos; no tuviste ningún problema para encontrar mi lugar, ¿verdad?" Auntie Esther walked out with this gregarious smile shaking hands with this portly Latin gentleman who seemed to know her on a personal level.

"¡Hola tía Esther, no hay problema! ¡¡Tengo a mis muchachos aquí listos para trabajar para ti!!" Auntie surprised me with fluent Spanish as the other workers filed out of the trucks gathering on the lawn.

The effect of my aunt's attire was immediate as I noticed two younger guys jostling about in sex tinged horseplay. Another worker who looked like a teen had his phone out thinking to get my Auntie's luscious cheeks for prosperity. Mr. Iglesias shot the kid a look full of menace as my Auntie tugged at that pesky wedgie.

"¡Tía Esther, lo limpiaremos todo en una o dos horas!¡Creo que compré suficientes hombres para el trabajo! ¡¡Solo contáctame en esa aplicación de efectivo!!" I'd hung back getting everything for prosperity.

It wasn't lost on me the reaction my auntie got from the head guy as they embraced briefly. The one kid was still obviously filming Auntie Esther's glorious cheeks until the driver of the second truck gave him a shove. Instead of walking back over, she escorted the workers around the opposite side of the house.

I casually walked back to the storage bin finding the workers already clearing the storage bin. Auntie Esther was standing off to the side as I walked over to my camera bag on one of the yard tables. I glanced up finding her hanging there standing in such a way that invited more filming.

She seemed to be getting a visceral charge out of the reaction to her body. She glanced back finding me there filming but didn't say anything. Her curves were causing a bit of trouble for the one kid who found it hard loading the moving truck without blatantly staring. I noticed a small, wooded area behind the storage bin and garage which piqued my curiosity.

"What're you doing over there boy?"

"Ah, just want some footage I can use for later." She turned arms folded across her chest walking over to meet me mid yard. I stifled a chuckle as all of the men stopped what they were doing watching Auntie's giggle walk. She wasn't trying this time, but the heavy bounce of her butt was visible even from the front.

"You tired of me already?" She spoke plainly not even moderating her tone despite several witnesses in earshot. I nodded towards Mr. Iglesias and friends, but she didn't care.

"I'm gonna need you to trust me Auntie; hey, what room is that?" I pointed towards a window facing the garage and a good portion of the backyard at an angle.

"That's an enclosed patio back there with some more stuff; your uncle sit back there watching that television sometimes. Why you wanna know about that room over there boy?"

"Are you sure nobody is in the house?"

I cocked my head to the side covertly looking over Esther's shoulder finding time had veritably stopped for the hired workers. They were mesmerized by her down home badonkadunk booty. Auntie Esther walked back to her open Escalade retrieving the tablet but hesitated noticing the stares of her impromptu audience.

They comedically scrambled back to work as she plugged in a cheap headphone sticking one bud in her ear. While she was engaged, the enchanted kid gave me a thumbs up. Auntie Esther glanced up giving that guy a death glare. He meekly nodded going back to work as she stood up tugging at that nagging wedgie again.

She looked troubled motioning towards the back door already walking there with the tablet. It was awkward walking past the men who were giving me all sorts of envious stares working slow and distracted. I snuck a peek at that kid again finding another thumbs up as I went inside.

Inside was another cluttered affair with wall high storage bins lining one side of the wall along with more discarded vintage looking furniture. A vintage lazy boy and ottoman faced the window looking out on the yard and the workers. Inside we were elevated giving me a good shot of the guys from the window.

We were even able to clearly hear them conversing in Spanish from our vantage point. Auntie Esther was still engrossed in the table, visibly irritated. I got my chest harness out strapping it on before double checking my equipment as she pulled the bud from her ear.

"What's wrong Auntie?" She fidgeted about starting to flush likely out of anger. Her weathered features told a million tales, but not the obvious as she settled herself with a hand on one hip, palm flattened against her chest.

"Boy, you done caught me up in some shit, you know? I'll tell you besides putting a GPS tracker on that dumbass RV, I done also put me a little something, something in that there vehicle so, I can listen in on them. DO YOU KNOW MY HUSBAND, YOUR DADDY AND HIS GANG OF DOOFUSES ARE PLANNING ON VISITING THEM A FUCKING GENTLEMAN'S CLUB!!"

"No Auntie, I had no idea they were planning on doing something like that." I deadpanned getting her to realize the obvious. She facepalmed chuckling in her hand before collecting herself.

"Boy what you planning back here?" She asked feeling stupid.

"Unsnap those suspenders and get that big ass out for me; I want you to get on this ottoman and face out the window towards Mr. Iglesias and his merry band." Auntie Esther looked taken aback at the suggestion.

"We ain't gonna work up to it or nothing?"

"Auntie when I leave here, I wanna have enough raw footage to make at least five or ten movies. So if we're actually gonna do this, I think you should assume the position ma'am." I'd learned my lesson well from Rashida Sikes back in the day. The director always took charge of the set and got things done with innate authority.

"You probably just horny boy."

Despite her rueful words, Auntie Esther was unsnapping the straps on her romper. She wasn't wearing a bra underneath leaving her tits visible through the cotton material. I also found out she was going commando getting a shot of her problematically shimmying out of those overalls.

"You don't have to take them all the way off, just get that big ass out so I can tap that shit."

My chest mounted camera was catching the appearance of her cavernous gluteal cleft with the lattice of tiny stretchmarks and light smattering of freckles on her orangish sunbaked skin. There was no doubt she might have skewed a shade or two lighter in younger days. Auntie Esther stopped mid reveal looking at me like I caught her sitting on the toilet or something.

"Having fun?"

"Not yet."

She smirked again working the romper down to her knees rolling her shoulders before kneeling as I asked. Auntie knew what I wanted perfectly mounting the ottoman. There was a natural arch in her lower back that accentuated the pronounced curve of her huge butt in the afternoon sunlight.

I took some pics as she looked out into the yard before going to film. Bent over in this manner, her butt was perfectly heart shaped with a juicy peach halve informing her cunt. Auntie was clean shaved downstairs, it looked as if she extended the care to her shapely legs. I lined up the POV shot as she got impatient.

"So we looking or doing?"

I ignore her boorish attitude knowing she was a hypocrite mad at my uncle for going to a gentleman's club even though we were doing way worst. I would undoubtedly be expunged from my father's side of the family if found out, at the very least. Despite that energy, there was no way I was denying myself another round with her huge pear shaped badonkadunk.

I slipped on a condom this time going balls deep with just the slightest bit of effort. She grunted a little facing out into the yard. There was a screen over the open window which would've obscured her face from the other side if the guys knew to look.

Auntie Esther's humongous derriere looked incredible from this angle. My back shots were causing these awesome motion ripples with this powerful clapping sound. This forty seven year old woman was built for doggy style easily measuring up to the models I'd worked with in the past. It felt like my cock was descending inside at an angle. I was fucking on a downward stroke only capturing the back of her head.

"Better not be putting my face on that there camera."

"That's not happening ma'am; matter of fact I got you a disguise too."

"What kind of disguise?"

"Well I'll say this auntie; no one's gonna know who you are even if you tell them."

"I don't know if I like the sound of that; you're smart as a whip and sly as a fox when you wanna be, but kinds weird too."

"So we talking or doing?" I mimicked her earlier question.

Auntie Esther responded by pancaking her big monstrous cheeks into my pelvis with the force of a Mack Truck. That would've done it for me, but I was working with a bit of added stamina after two separate days being pushed to my sexual limits mentally and physically by two separate women in my life. I also had a secret weapon to use if need be, but my in-law auntie wasn't too much to handle right off the bat.

In no time at all, I was perfectly matching her thrust for thrust.

Five minutes later we were still getting it in watching the hired workers cleaning out the storage bin. Auntie's head dipped low resting on the edge of the sill. That audible clap became wet sounding starting to echo off the walls while we both peered out onto the yard. Two workers were jointly moving a love seat down the driveway to a waiting truck. The men were conversing the whole time piquing my curiosity.

"What are they talking about auntie?"

"One guess."

The semi-solid nature of her shuddering cheeks was a sexual boon mashing into my pelvis like waves upon the shore slightly conforming to the shape of her crotch and thighs with an underlying thickness. It was loose and jiggly at the bottom, rubbery everywhere else contrasting with her swollen insides. Her boobs were starting to peek from under the hem of the white cotton tee hiding her chest. The workers outside were pretty much finishing up prompting me to go harder.

"Auntie do it really hard so I can cum before those guys leave." I grunted.

"Why boy?"

"It's part of the shoot; can you make me cum?" I was breathing hard starting to feel it as my inner thighs tightened up.

Auntie Esther went hard in the paint twisting and bobbing using this counter motion putting pressure on my shaft just above the base. I could hear the muffled grunts and moans as she tried not to alert the men outside. That big, floppy butt was doing its job in spades while my camera caught everything in perspective including the hired hands starting to loiter about.