Maximum Badonkadonk Ch. 13

Auntie tightened up around me out of nowhere trapping my shaft inside suddenly rowing her hips vertically. That bit of manic rutting literally wrung out my chum as I barely pulled out shooting my load on her huge butt. My spunk crisscrossed her cheeks like pastry frosting. I managed a few bursts on her peach too.

"Don't move, stay like that for a minute Auntie." I slowly backed off getting a wide shot of her defiled backside for editing purposes.

"You done yet boy?"

"For the first part of this shoot, yeah." She reached back finding the condom between the tight lips of her labia giving me a disparaging look.

"Uhm, sorry." She got up knotting one end of the condom, then grabbing my wrist turning my palm face up as she planted it there.

"Go pay Mr. Iglesias and his sons." I almost scoffed, but wisely caught myself as she picked up the tablet. Her husband's nascent activities seemed to anger my auntie as she sat bare assed on the ottoman. I knew I'd have to clean my jizz off my uncles foot rest.

Mr. Iglesias was an affable fellow who thankfully took payment through cash app. Turns out all of the guys employed were his kids, nephews and a son-in-law doing the honors driving the moving truck. It was part and parcel family tradition to spend one day out of every weekend trying to earn passive cash to offset their day to day jobs. Most of this money was used to finance the younger boys allowances while teaching them the value of a hard day's work.

One of the kids was sweeping up the driveway as we spoke. I ended up engaged in a ten minute conversation after questions were asked about the camera strapped to my chest. My story was semi-true in that I said I was a film student testing the equipment in my aunties spacious backyard.

Auntie Esther's number one fan wasn't fooled one bit; the kid gave me a dap and a thumbs up covertly. I saw them off standing outside my uncle's two story house as they drove off. I had a hearty laugh noticing two of the kids looking collectively at a phone. This had me stoked at the prospect of a new breakout star for my site.

Along with Phoebe, my creative juices were flowing in a way they hadn't since I was socially purged. I walked around the house to the yard going into the brush finding a high brick wall with some plaque there written in old Latin. There was enough room for me to turn about and get a POV shoot walking towards the house eventually focusing on the window facing out into the yard.

"What're you doing down there?" Auntie Esther's voice sounded really close despite us being separated by the window. I couldn't make out her face through the thick mesh screening, but knew she was irritated.

"It's part of the shoot we just did; are you ready to do some more or do you wanna call it quits?"

"I done said we doing the most today and I always keep my word; boy you better have a lot of them there bullets in the chamber cause I'm turned all the way up this fucking afternoon!"

"Uncle Grady?"

"That's right fella; I am of the whole opinion that I have not been doing enough of that there outside fucking in this marriage. He give it to me once or twice a month but all jealous like a bobcat. That old coot been trying to play me something fierce and I'm gonna get it in starting with you this afternoon boy."

"Shit, what happened?"

"Get up in here and find out." The sound of her voice gave me pause, but I knew it wasn't directed at me.

Auntie Esther provided quite the visual having taken it upon herself to clean the ottoman. I found her kneeling on the floor with a plastic bucket full of water using a sponge to meticulously scrub it clean.

The romper was still bunched up around her knees giving me on hell of a full moon. The tablet sat on the lazy boy still active but I noticed the blip representing my uncle's RV was stationary. She was scrubbing hard mumbling under her breath as I noticed a few other windows on the tablet opening one.

"Okay, this looks really bad."

I found myself looking at a pic of my elderly Uncle Grady and some female obviously decades younger than him and even my Auntie. I scrolled through some other pics finding it was the only one depicting my uncle. Her name was "Lilac" which besides photos of the young lady on the pole spoke to her profession as a stripper.

"Must run in the family, huh Auntie?"

"Don't you fucking laugh at me; I might not be able to control my violent urges boy. He chased me so hard back in the day, like obsessive and all that noise, but we both knew what it was in the beginning. We knew that it might not last beyond that first time in his hotel room. But I got myself hitched with him anyhow and he never seemed to get tired of bending me over. After the first and second times he cheated, I said, heck I can do that too! So I went out to a club and got me some BBC; kinda kept it up, if you know what I mean."

"No one's calling you a hypocrite; least of all, me Auntie."

"But I am boy; feel damn stupid thinking I was way smarter than your Uncle Grady!! Using all this fucking technology and shit. Thinking I had it in the bag cause that sleazy private investigator wanted a piece of this big ass more than a damn check! I hired that man to watch my husband instead, but he's been holding out on me and ain't a damn thing I can do about it!"

"Why?"

"He'll just blackmail me or tell my husband anyway if I cross him. Shit, I gotta think this over a bit and cleaning is kind of like, my thinking cap."

"Can I film it?"

"Huh, what is that boy?" Auntie Esther was in her own little world as I realized she was actually talking more to herself.

There was so much footage I wanted to get before introducing my gold digging auntie to her alter ego, so I continued shooting that big floppy butt of hers getting aroused at the sight. It gave me ideas, but I was hesitant to implement them without gauging her feelings.

"Look on the bright side; there's a world of fans out there waiting to appreciate you more than my Uncle ever did. Yeah, he's probably cheating, but he is in his sixties so how much enjoyment can he really get out of a woman like that? I know you've got everything on lock, so don't beat yourself up for missing a detail or two."

I tapped away while talking uploading a fifteen second clip of her walking from the waist down to my webpage. The reaction was almost immediate once I refreshed the page.

"Don't nobody wanna look at my old, wrinkled tail boy."

"I beg to differ."

The face of my phone was level with her face giving my auntie a firsthand account of her growing fan base. She took my phone in both hands watching the view count rise on that brief clip. Her eyes widened in realization that I was right about her allure to a certain segment of the online community.

"Well ain't this a little pill of happiness; there must be a lotta them perverts out and about, huh boy?"

"A lot of perverts with money to spend Auntie."

"You don't say?"

"I say, let's make a whole lot of content and make them pay for it; I know you're gonna deal with my uncle later, so let's have some fun."

She was busy scrubbing the shit out of his foot rest stopping rearing up on her knees pondering my advice. Her hypocrisy was wrong in every sense of the word considering at the very least my presence. We both knew she was in the marriage for herself too deep to divorce my Uncle Grady. I suspected an ironclad prenup as part of her motivation. I was obviously still filming the big, elongated inverted heart at the bottom of her waist.

The visual was arresting.

"You're one of them slicksters, ain't you?" I got closer getting an overhead shot of her huge butt in a kneeling position.

"You would know, right Auntie?" I verbally parried.

Instead of going further with the playful banter, she yanked my zipper down with authority drawing my cock out. Auntie Esther's big puffy lips inhaled my member as her cheeks imploded making me yowl, but she didn't go any further standing up tugging her romper up until it reached the shelf-like undercuff of her badonkadunk. She was grinning at the immediate frustration on my face holding the denim material in place.

"Alright boy, what's next?" My erection was poking her thigh.

"Go look in your fridge; I know for a fact there's something interesting inside." We both glanced at the door leading to her adjacent kitchen.

"What you put in there boy?"

I just shrugged finding humor in her furrowed brow and eventual half smirk. It was a given that I was gambling some corporal punishment as she opened the door stepping up into the kitchen. Auntie Esther walked to her vintage fridge with her big floppy butt still exposed. I was enjoying and filming the view following behind her single file as she opened it bending over to peer inside at the cluttered interior.

"GOSH DARNIT, YOU ONE SLICK FUCKER, THAT'S FOR DAMN SURE!!"

There wasn't anything inside the fridge other than her perishables and stacks of leftovers stored vertically in Tupperware containers. My cock slid inside her box easily as my greedy fingers dug into the soft abundant flesh off her ridiculous saddlebag hips. Quite honestly I just wanted her to bend over so that I could get more footage and please myself.

Auntie went along with it holding the fridge door and the side of that ice box for leverage as I gave it to her good. When she bent over her butt actually looked way bigger than it was horizontally and vertically. It was one of those big, country butts you saw on a lot of black women in the south. The bouncy feel of her buttocks was sexually intoxicating. We went at it for a good fifteen minutes before I pulled out not trusting myself.

"OH, YOU FELLAS IS ALL THE SAME IN THE LONG RUN; JUST GOTTA HAVE THE FEELING, HUH BOY?!!"

She was responding to the feel of my shaft in her mountainous rear cleavage. I'd decided to rub one out for the money shot instead of pounding her until I absolutely had no choice. A thick wad of cum blazed a trail up her spine while the rest pooled in the deep crack of her butt until it looked like my cock was floating in it.

"Oh, you've done an ass job before?" Auntie Esther righted herself reach back dabbing her fingers in my spunk. She examined the web like texture of it before snatching down some paper towels wiping her hands clean. I kept rolling as she washed her hands with steaming hot water in the kitchen sink.

"That's what you kids are calling it these days?"

"I guess."

"Ah, we used to call that shit second base, dry humping and the like; I wasn't giving nothing up back in the day but I'd let my guy friends kind of, act it out if you know what I mean. Ain't not a one of them there fellas complained cause they was getting a nut all a rubbing their ding-a-lings on my butt and everything. Heck this old pervert down the street from my tract house used to pay me fifty buck to grind and nut on my panties like that. I had to stop though, because he always wanted me to lay on my tummy and I didn't trust him too much after a while."

"Would you lay on your tummy for me?" She stood up regarding me with a raised brow.

"Boy, are you sassing me?"

"Not even a little bit; we're doing a block shoot which means we get as much footage as humanly possible while we can so that shit doesn't go sideways when my uncle your husband gets back from whatever he's doing. I'm setting up a page for you today so that you can get that sweet middle eastern dough without me, the middleman. All I ask is that you listen and trust me when we're shooting footage and that I get some of it to post on my page as well; can we do that Auntie?"

"Well, you done impressed me boy; all sounding like a real business man and everything. Ain't you gonna create your own site since you got like, swindled out of that other one?"

"Well, I haven't been letting the grass grow under my feet auntie; uh, I get around if you know what I mean." I motioned with my finger getting her to turn her back to me for some more leering footage of her soiled derriere.

"What's next boy?"

"Shower." Auntie glanced back at me stifling that syrupy chortle biting into her puffy lower lip.

The shoot proceeded without a hitch as I watched my gold digging auntie get naked and step into the shower under the spray. I considered joining her but thought it would make me look like a douche to a portion of the audience, so I hung back getting the shot from my seat on the porcelain thrown.

I alternated between my digital camera and phone for optimum coverage. I did my best not to capture my auntie's face sometimes accidentally catching it at an angle that would make it extremely difficult to identify her if someone took the time. I had editing software that could place a digital mosaic over her weathered features.

Fully nude her cornfed curves really did approximate a figure eight in shape with a rear end so elongated and big, it made her shapely legs appear shorter than they really were. I thought back to the early days when we'd first met and how Auntie Esther used to wear these big, baggy mom pants that made her look visually clunky.

With her narrow, aged features that reminded me of Macy Gray for some reason comedically contrasted with the husky vocal sounding voice of a gender bent Hank Hill. That voice was probably the least attractive thing about her and I'd already decided to swap it out with a good friend of mine. I didn't know how she would feel about it or the mask I was working up to springing on her. No matter what, her giant inverted badonkadunk was the star attraction.

"Damn auntie."

I noticed the subtle lighter shade just above her waist which extended downward to the upper swell of her cheeks. Auntie Esther chortled again sounding kind of like Mr. Ed looking back at me sitting there watching.

"Having fun?"

"You're about to find out, pull the shower curtain close and bend over for this money shot."

Auntie looked like she was going to protest but drew the curtains leaving her butt exposed. My hands dipped into frame playing and groping her, slapping her cheeks making theme wobble and bounce. She even twerked a little which made her butt bounce with a visible weight to it as I decided to give her a treat.

"Don't move Auntie; I'm gonna put a few fingers inside."

It was a partial litmus test for me to find out if I could make her cum like Charity and Phoebe from fingering alone. I wanted to hon my skills and get some kind of sexual edge. Andre's lingering insult stayed with me as he chided me about being "normal" downstairs. It was the reason I felt little to nothing about him getting sucker punched by the deposed Officer Johnson.

It was much easier locating this southern mature's secret spot with my two middle fingers landing perfectly on that bumpy ridge. Auntie made this squawking sound intermingled with some running water getting into her mouth as I began tapping and teasing that spot incessantly. In the shot you couldn't even see my hand inside her cunt. It was obscured by her ponderous ass cheeks. Her posture allowed me to actually palm her left buttock like a basketball, middle fingers inside.

"BOY AH, WHAT YOU DOING INSIDE ME DOWN THERE?!! AW GAWD DAMMIT BOY!! YOU MEDDLING WITH ME!! YOU SASSING ME UP IN MY BABY BUCKET!! YOU TRYING TO FIX ME UP SOMETHING FIERCE, AIN'T YOU BOY!! "

At that moment I was glad the camera was strapped to my chest because I started laughing my ass off.

"YOU THINK IT'S FUNNY ON SOME REAL SHIT!! AW BOY, WHAT YOU LEARNING?!! WHO TOLD YOU HOW TO?!! AW GAWD DAMMIT!! DAMMIT BOY, YOU STIRRING ME ALL UP INSIDE!! SOME HEFFER DONE TOLD YOU RIGHT BOY!!"

"Yeah Auntie, is that what they done told me, huh?" I openly mocked her thick accent going harder inside feeling her juicing up around my invading digits. This encouraged me to go harder like I'd done to Charity Gilbert in the back of an Uber days earlier.

"OH SHIT!! WHY YOU HIT THE GAS ON MY PUSSY!! YOU TRYING IT WITH ME!! GAWD!!! FUCKING LITTLE MUH!! MUH!! MUTHA!!! AW SHIT YOU MESSIN UP MY PARTS SOMETHIN FIERCE BOY!! GETTING IT UP IN THERE!! AW SHIT BOY!! YOU WANNA MAKE ME LEAVE MY HUSBAND?!! DAMMIT YOU MEDDLIN ME!! SASSING!! FUCK BOY!!"

At this point, I was laughing so hard, I started intermittently hiccupping.

Three fingers were inside wholly lubricated with her frothy discharge as I mixed tapping out her G-spot with massing the inner grooves of her cunt until her thick legs started shaking. Auntie was going into the final throes of an impending orgasm and it was going to be southern fried spectacular.

Her badonkadunk extended outside the curtains was bobbing and shivering all over fucking down on my hand while I kept it up working her spot with extreme prejudice. Auntie Esther shocked me with this hoarse sounding scream out of nowhere. It was more of a harsh throaty bellow that made me flinch as she planted that monster butt on the edge of the tub.

"Don't give up now Auntie; we're not finished yet." I drew back the curtains finding her slumped there breathing heavily through her mouth.

"Aw boy, come on now." She weakly begged off absentmindedly cupping a breast.

"Did you cum?"

My hand went to the other breast cupping it from the bottom for a hearty squeeze. Auntie Esther had these areolas that were more darkened pigmentation covering the tips of her breasts with really thick nubs for nipples. The difference in color was jarring and the only other thing that pointed to her age physically speaking.

She was leaning back into the camera messing up the shot but I understood sliding my hand down to her muff. Auntie shot me a worried look as I began rubbing and teasing her prominent clit between my middle fingers.

"Did you cum Auntie?" I asked again whispering into her ear still working on my technique. I captured her earlobe between my lips suckling it before darting the tip of my tongue inside the ear.

"COME ON BOY, NOW YOU STOP MEDDLIN ME!!" Her face was narrow with sort of jowly cheeks that I lightly peppered with kisses before licking a trail behind her ear. My left hand covered her muff, fingers tracing her the folds between her slit.

"Don't be that way; did you cum?"

"Almost but, aw I don't rightly know cause I ain't never felt it like that before. I don't know what you were doing down there but I was gonna flip my wig or something boy. NOW YOU GOTTA STOP GETTING ALL MANNISH AND EVERYTHING!! AW BOY!! NUH, NOW THERE YOU GO GETTING OUTTA HAND AGAIN!!"

I'd cradled the fortysomething with my right arm allowing her to recline into my chest as I sat on the tub beside her facing opposite. My fingers were already dancing around inside her easily renewing that aborted passion.

"AW SHEET, WHY YOU GOTTA GO ALL THE WAY UP IN THERE PLAYING DICE WITH MY OVARIES BOY?!! YOU TRYING IT WITH ME?!! GAWD, YOU GOT THEM FINGERS ALL AH PLAYING WITH MY GUTS!! DAMMIT BOY, YOU GONNA MAKE ME PISS MA' SELF!! AW FUCK!! KEEP ON A DOING IT!! KEEP IT UP!! I'M GETTING THERE BOY!!"

Auntie Esther wasn't lying either because she started whacking her luscious thighs together in ragged intervals trapping my fingers inside her snatch, then holding it for brief minutes. Every time she'd open her legs again I just finger fuck her to hell and back. Both of us watched my middle digits manically frigging her sloppy box until Auntie broke.

"AW HELL, HALLELUYAH!! GAWD DAMMIT BOY!!" This foamy cream started running from her swollen puss dripping down into the ankle deep bath water while my auntie groaned like a stuck pig whacking my invading hand repeatedly.

Surprise of all surprises, she became incontinent urinating all over my digits ending our adventure. I rushed to the sink scrubbing my hands clean with liquid and hard soap while Auntie Esther continued riding it out diddling herself.

"I'm terribly sorry bout that; now I did sort of warn you to stop meddling me boy."