Maximum Badonkadonk Ch. 13

"You don't say?" Auntie Esther was sitting there resting her chin on her fist listening intently.

"That's how I got scammed; I took a beautiful woman at face value even though she looked like a shark. I got fattened up for the kill shooting a ton of content in a few days, bullied into nonstop editing all so that she could have a passive stream of income. I didn't realize how stupid I was until the pavement bounced off my ass when I got booted out. She was very thorough auntie."

"Can I give you some advice boy?"

"You're my elder, so sure."

"Push that woman to the back of your head and keep it a buck. Show her and all those ignorant folk just how valuable you are. Show'em you can do better without them around; make them regret it. You're real boy; they were just drinking up your talent like a fountain. You know that right?"

"Yeah."

"I don't believe you, yet."

Auntie Esther reached over turning the laptop in her direction watching the movie on my editing bay. I thought about taking more pic of her sitting there in an apron nude underneath with that huge ass bulging from the kitchen chair.

My hand softly traced the rounded curve of her butt as I realized how infamous baby mamma number two opened a door that I'd never be able to close. A while back meeting Erika Walton cracked the door, then I worked at opening it with Porsha Simms thinking myself clever for getting more content out of a reprobate shyster.

Tressie Fisher was unopposed to be a conquest of sorts and quite honestly I was glad it turned out the other way. She was more of a shark than I thought I was, but one born of tragedy. Ms. One was the woman who truly opened the door to this new world and my career as a covert online director of amateur porn.

Ms. One disguised as a benefactor brought me into close proximity with her supposed best friend Rashida Sikes. The eponymous "Chi Town Thunda" was way out of my league along with my dark benefactor. Girls that looked the way they did in the past would look right through me as if I were made of clear glass. There was no doubt Ms. One intentionally opened a door telling me as much in the waning days of our association.

In effect all the sex and faux friendship were sort of me getting high on my own supply. I'd thought I hit a sexual rock bottom at the end of things, but her savage ego prompting her to destroy Vickie Stone, was the catalyst. It was that last little psychological push that was taking me on this path to become a sexual archangel intent on paying it forward one way or another.

"You know thinking abut her all the time ain't gonna change a damn thing boy."

"It's not what you think."

"I ain't gonna argue with you over what's clearly your own damn business. Now what's this sticking outta your satchel boy?" She'd noticed the mask slightly sticking out of my camera bag tugging at it until it came out in her hand. Auntie Esther looked confused then a little offended.

"You didn't want your face seen in these videos and I wanted a new marketable character to brand the new website I'm currently building ma'am."

"I'M SO UGLY YOU GOTTA PUT A MASK OVER MY HEAD?!!"

"No, this mask is an essential part of a character I'm building using you, the model and some bad ass editing software I just got online. It's what I intend to do with my half of the footage shot of you. I've got software to put a digital mosaic over your face, but I NEED you to WEAR this for me auntie."

She looked from my face to the lucha libre mask I'd altered into an original design. Her narrow head was perfect for it and her body integral to my vision.

"Oh yeah, boy you got yourself one hell of a silver tongue on you. So, I'm playing "two people" huh, is that right?"

"Yeah, now pick a name for your character ma'am." Auntie Esther scoffed chin still resting on fist as she waved me off half turning in her chair.

"Aw you do it; seem like you got everything figured out anyway." She scoffed further partially dejected still looking at the mask.

"Its going to be your site, I'd rather you pick your own alter ego, if you don't mind Auntie Esther."

"What're you calling this damn thing in my hand, huh?"

"Come on Esther, focus!" I admonished.

She couldn't seem to tear her eyes from the mask slowly pushing back in the kitchen chair. I didn't know what to expect as the chair's legs scraped the kitchen floor. Auntie stood up tossing the mask down on my laptop keys walking behind my chair to the fridge. Her big floppy butt bumped me almost purposely as she opened it before glancing back at me waiting there for her answer.

"What was that thang you told me earlier boy?"

"About what?"

"You know, how they called it when a gal like me walks around with this greedy looking ass." I raised an eyebrow getting her meaning scratching my chin.

"Giggle walk?"

"Nah, I was thinking something along the lines of uh, well Mz. Giggle?"

I started ironically giggling at the name making her scoff as she pulled a lemon meringue pie from the fridge half tossing it on the counter. She snatched up a large butcher's knife turning to me with a hand on her naked hip. The laughter stopped as she glared before cutting a generous slice of pie ruefully tossing it in front of me.

"Hey, it's cool Auntie, I just didn't expect that name." She plunked down beside me sort of pouting before snatching the fork helping herself to a bit of my pie. Her eyes settled on the mask as she looked up taking another bite.

"What the fuck are you calling that thing, huh?"

"Ms. Hate."

It was her turn to raise an eyebrow as we jointly finished off the slice of pie watching her inaugural scene play out. It was sort of a ritual for me to watch over my work checking for the slightest flaw or inconsistency, but what we'd shot earlier was almost by the numbers for me at this point. Auntie kept shooting my looks as we watched sliding a hand onto my thigh giving it a squeeze.

"I'm not wearing that thing; get somebody else." Her word was final as I folded my arms on the table top looking away fingers interlocked.

"So be it auntie."

I knew I'd have to get someone else who measured up or it wouldn't be effective. I decided to leave it up to providence. Auntie Esther straightened her back looking surprised when I didn't take it further. I hit the ENTER button rendering the video file as she took the plate to the sink washing it leaving me a decadent view of her own southern flavored badonkadunk.

"Since I ain't wearing the fucking thing; what're you gonna do now?" I turned in my chair facing the huge buttocks staring me in the face as she rinsed the saucer putting it in the rack.

I captured her hips pulling Auntie into my lap. Her backside was so wide it spilled over the sides of my thighs. My covered tumescence thumped her slit slightly penetrating it. I could feel the humidity and wetness emanating from her sex as I ground into it making her back arch, one hand on the edge of the sink for support. Slowly but surely, Auntie Esther started rocking and grinding down on my cock giving me a tortured lap dance. We both understood it as a test of wills to see who would act first.

"This how you used to do it back in the old days Auntie?"

"Yap, remember it like yesterday and such; first time was at this house party for one of the neighbors. It was a birthday party for this neighbor girl who sorta, kinda didn't like me too much; but she was friends with one of my cousins cause she was popular at school and I got added on like, reluctantly. There was so many people up in that house, I thought the neighbors would call the sheriff, but it was really jumping off. This fella kind of knew about my big ole back porch on account of us going to school together, so he wouldn't get out of my face while everybody else was doing the most to ignore my ass."

"You teased him with all of this back here auntie?"

"Shucks no boy, but as you can see I can't really do nothing about that although my mother made sure I was covered up in these big old lady dresses. I was wearing one of those, this real nice dress I usually used for church and this porch monkey was all up in front of me a skinning and a grinning. I knew what he was on and that just wasn't happening boy."

The business end of my endowment was breaching her honeypot as we engaged in a criminal act of overt frottage. Auntie Esther washed back into me like the incoming surf teasing my covered crown with her increasingly wet opening.

Neither of us were willing to concede anything though.

"Even though I got in the door, those stuck up hussies still found a way to make me feel like a sixth fucking thumb. The lot of them was holding up in the basement, all of them supposed "cool kids" down there a drinking and carrying on with one another. My cousin wanted me to tuff it out while she did it too, but I was pissed cause one of the little bitches told me I shouldn't be there on account of being so damn homely and all. Said my butt got me in the front door and I'd liked to smashed her face at that exact moment, but they slammed the basement door up in my face."

My hands slid up cupping and squeezing her breasts thumb and forefinger finding and rolling her nipples. Auntie's lower back arched into my abdomen as she flexed her pillow sized cheeks on my shaft. I responded with a roll of my own hips poking her virtue with usurped authority.

"Next thing ah know that big eared fella got me drinking a whole lot of that spiked punch doing his darndest to get one of his hands on my big ole butt. I was right sauced up too letting him feel me up and a little put out about being called ugly to my face. Touching wasn't the problem and he was only gonna go as far as I let him, so I kinda sat in his lap on a crowded couch full of people making out. We was just sitting there as I realized he was the boy version of me and all. Wasn't gonna kiss or touch his thang like he wanted, but when he tried squeezing my boobs, we ended up kinda rassling around with me in his lap, and well, things happened."

"What happened?"

"This fella done up and nutted all over himself cause my butt was all ah wiggling and meddling with his pecker. Mind you me, he had a pretty good sized pecker too. I have to admit I liked the way it felt bumping against my front door like it was, so we just kinda kept it up. Even let him get his hand under my dress. Oh, he got real fucking excited when he found out how big my back end was and all."

One of my hands blanketed her muff running the middle fingers along her wet folds. Auntie was getting creamy prompting me to raise that hand showing her the visible moisture webbed between my fingers. I took it a bit further sticking those compromised digits between her big lips encouraging her to suck them clean.

Three fingers ended up in her mouth passively gagging her before they were applied to her slit, digits sinking into the meaty folds of her taco. Auntie sighed reclining backward reaching up touching my cheek. Her butt seemed heavier weighing down on the base of my cock.

"We got the back end of my nice dress up and that boy got to see what he was all ah playing with getting excited. He just unzipped his pants leaving them boxers up with his big pecker hanging out and we got to it while nobody was the wiser. I do believe he would've fucked me through my clothes if it were at all humanly possible."

"Why didn't you let him fuck?"

"We was just about getting there with his frank all up between the buns, everything all dark with cigarette and reefer smoke in the air. That goofy looking fella was prying my panties to the side when that girl's uncle or older brother done walked up into that house hitting the lights exposing everything. Ever see a bunch of chickens run up outta henhouse?"

"No."

"That's what we was and I had to leave my cousin down in that basement cause it was after my curfew. I got my tail whupped real nice for smoking cause that's what my dress smelled like boy. Got real lucky that night, but my cousin turned up with a fat belly later as a parting gift. I was real keen on doing some more of that uh; what you'd call it?"

"Ass job."

"Yeah, I was gonna get me some more of that there action with this guy on account of that corn cob in his pocket, even wanted to put it in my mouth; but the lord stepped in to let me know that punk wasn't no good. Some of them other fellas from the party that night were clowning him about hooking up with me something fierce. Fucker denied everything and got into a fist fight doing so, then tried to get at me on the down low!"

I'd been grinding into her slit applying as much pressure as I could muster, both of us starting to sweat profusely working together to get the most out of it. She arched her back pushing down against my upward thrusts while my hands covered and roughly handled her slightly sagging breasts.

Auntie was starting to make these little whimpers and groans of pleasure and so was I beginning to wilt under the weight of the huge butt in my lap. Story time was postponed for a few minutes as we fooled around in the kitchen. One of her hands was cupping the underside of my balls rubbing them like she was trying to create friction burn.

"I had a right foot waiting for that jackass when he came up to me wanting some rubba dub, punted his nuts clear over to the next county, but that didn't stop me from getting frisky with a neighbor boy a few weeks later. Heck we even done that there ass job with my panties down and his shorts at his fricking knees. I was so mad cause he nutted a whole lot all over my ass and everything boy! Are you gonna nut all over my butt too?!"

I recognized the olive branch that was presented.

"I'm gonna do it at least three times, and I'm gonna fuck you too, that's afterwards for your information ma'am." Auntie Esther chortled undulating her hips rubbing her huge butt on my crotch like a squeegee.

"Well then, ah guess you better get that camera thing all taped to your little chest then; I'm needing some attention boy."

"Yes ma'am."

Her head ended up between her knees while "DAT ASS" rose shadowing my face as she reached between my legs unzipping my jeans. Once my hard cock flopped out, that massive pillow sized ass came crashing down into my lap. Auntie wasn't done leaning forward placing her hands on the edge of the adjacent counter. She reached back parting those jiggly cheeks allowing my length to rest snuggly in her deep rear cleavage.

"Here, use this boy." I small bottle of olive oil found its way into my hand.

I drizzled the cool oil deep between her cheeks using a third of the bottle before cupping the outside of her wide hips cushioning my shaft. The visual alone had me hard as diamond ready to burst as she reclined back pulling one of my hand onto her muff. She used her other hand wanting me to grab her boob, but I planted my phone in it with the camera feature activated for dual coverage.

The combination of oil ang her ass cleavage had me holding on for dear life as she rolled and popped those hips smearing olive oil all over my crotch and abdomen. I was shivering from the sensation alone if not the visual as Auntie Esther flexed those huge cheeks on the underside of my shaft.

"Aw shit, lets make us a damn good movie boy!"

Her thick gams parted further feet rising upward off the tiled kitchen floor adding more weight to my endowment at the base. There was no way I was gonna last any length of time with my auntie way too into it. Her cunt was sopping wet with two of my fingers soaked with her foamy residue.

I'd become skilled enough to handle her with a single hand using my thumb on her clit. My other hand roamed about her chest squeezing and pinching her tits rubbing up and down her abdomen. Her husky moans were turning me on something fierce making me want to toss the shoot to the wind and just destroy her with some hellacious back shots.

"COME ON BOY, FUCK MA ASS CHEEKS!! FUCK'EM REAL GOOD FOR ME!! I WANT SOME NUT ALL OVER THIS BIG OLE ASS!! MASH YOUR DICK IN THERE HARDER AND GET YOURSELF OFF!! THEN FUCK THE SHIT OUTTA ME BOY!!"

Two of my fingers went to work on her snatch again frigging her off like my life depended on it getting results. To the outside world probably sounded like we were Greco-Roman wrestling with each other or something.

I was earning these amazing bursts of moisture geyser like from her snatch in intervals as Auntie got off. My eyes went wild as her thick shapely legs rose majestically in the air completely clearing the floor as she became a human wishbone. She was at once a parody of a dance or gymnast squirting and leaking all over my balls onto the floor.

"KEEP DOING IT BOY!!! AW!! AW NOW!! NOW!! OH!! SHIT YOU DOING IT RIGHT!! AW YEAH!! I'M ALL A COMING WITH YOUR HAND!!! OH!! NOW BOY!! YOU KIN DO WHAT YOU LIKE WITH ME, JUST KEEP IT UP!! I'M CUMMING!!"

Both of us could hear her making a puddle on the floor but kept it up as her extended legs shaking shivering and shaking like she was being tazed. My other hand covered and caressed her muff wreaking havoc on her clit with a few extra fingers as Auntie Esther finally broke.

Her shaking muscular arms ascended into the air hands jointly holding my phone aimed backwards at our undulating bodies. It was a shame I'd have to digitally wipe our faces making it so that no one would ever see the sexual stress I was putting on this fortysomething. Auntie Esther was openly sobbing with tears of joy running down her face as she exploded from her core cresting spectacularly.

"OH BABY I LOVE YOU!! FUH-FUCK!! YOU DONE MADE IT!! FUCK ME ANY KIND OF WAY YOU WANT!!! AH SHEET BOY!! YOU GOT ME WANTIN TO MAKE YOU MA MAN!! AW NOW!! AW!! AW!! AW SHIT!! CUMMING SO HARD!!"

Her heavy hand came down slapping repeatedly at her cunt fighting with my invading digits to play with herself in the final lap as my iron bar of a cock was taken on a ride between her warring monstrous cheeks. I relented reaching up clawing her tits to hell as her legs jointly flopped down across my thighs like a balance bar.

Auntie Esther suddenly fell forward almost as if she were swooning, head falling towards the edge of the adjacent counter. My arms coiled around her midsection finding her slippery with excess perspiration. She managed to grab that counter top steadying herself folded over the tops of the crotch and thighs as an acute forty five degree angle.

My tortured erection suddenly appeared crown first with just a slight bit of the shaft visible beneath like some flag pole sticking up between her mountainous cheeks. Torrents of precum was running freely from the head signaling an impending orgasm pf my own. Auntie Esther leaned ever further demonstrating more limberness than a woman of her build and weight should've been capable of.

Those cheeks parted a bit more making more of my cock visible for the mounted chest camera. My hands appeared in frame pressing down on both of the halves interlocking thumbs over my partially horizontal member. I was shaking bad as she was starting to laboriously drive my shaft through the excessive flesh of her southern badonkadunk like I was fucking this huge set of tits.

"AW YEAH, GIVE IT TO ME!! THAS WHAT I WANT!! FUCK THOSE ASS CHEEKS!! FUCK'EM FOR ME AND THEN YOU CAN FUCK WHATEVER, WHENEVER YOU WANT!! ALL YOU GOTTA DO IS CALL ME UP NIGGA!! I'LL FUCK YOUR BLACK ASS ANYTIME YOU WANT!! OH FUCK THOSE BOOTY CHEEKS!! GIVE ME ALL OF THAT NUT!! YEAH BOY!!"

Once she called me that explicative, I knew things were irreparably changed going forward for the rest of our lives. There was no going back in our relationship. She'd married into my father's side of the family under dubious circumstances, perhaps even with the knowledge of an uncle who'd been buying everything around him since he got his hands on money.

I was driving my cock in and out of her abundant rear cleavage, sawing her gluteal cleft breathing hard like I'd run the Boston marathon. That cavernous crack was greasy, steaming hot with a stifling humidity shared between us. I was right there approaching the finish line and we both knew it.