Maximum Badonkadonk Ch. 16 - Epilogue

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Part 16 of the 16 part series

Updated 06/10/2023
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RE: FLASH BACK SEQUENCES-All Characters in this story are of legal age despite the chronological period in which they occur.

"Hello?" There was an abrupt click on the other side of the line. I was slumming three days into my last week in my "ancestral" home before I would be forced to move out after being "outed" by two very different women.

My room was packed up leaving only the bare essentials besides my laptop, camera bag and two portable hard drives full of content yet to be edited together for my brand spanking new website. My mother despite her apparent disgust for my clandestine line of work, had kept things under the radar with the rest of the family giving me a storage space at the local U-Haul to use paid up for two months. We talked through text after a few very chaste phone conversations following Vickie's funeral.

"Damn." I checked my phone finding my dad's cell number staring me in the face.

During one of my last vocal calls with my mother it had been made readily apparent that I should have a face to face with my errant parent. Mom informed me that he was "disappointed" with me and that perhaps I could make amends with him and secure a bed in his bachelor pad more or less. Considering our less than stellar relationship beforehand, I was predictably reticent to say the least. I'd pushed that request to the back of my mind while packing up my belongings, but now he'd made the first move cowardly hanging up before I could speak.

"Hello, dad; did you call?" It took me ten minutes to call him back.

"Boy, did you talk to your mother?"

"DID SOMETHING HAPPEN; IS SHE OKAY?!!" This was bullshit because I'd communicated with her through text not two hours earlier about my pending departure. What I was doing now gave my dad a way into a very uncomfortable conversation we were yet to have. He liked to feel like he was in charge and I capitulated by playing mostly dumb and clueless in a way he hadn't sussed out in three years.

"Your mother is just fine, but she ain't okay with having a goddamn criminal under her roof. She ain't okay with her only son selling crack out of her house and doing god knows what boy. I can't believe this shit; my boy is a damn drug dealer! A DRUG DEALER FOR CHRIST'S SAKE!!!"

"Dad, I'm not a drug dealer."

"I DONE TOLD YOU I AIN'T RAISING NO THUGS!! AIN'T RAISING UP NO GANGSTERS!!! AND I DEFINITELY AIN'T RAISING NO DRUG DEALERS!! Boy, you got hypes coming to your mother's front stoop looking for ROCKS!! WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU BOY?!! ARE YOU TRYING TO GET YOUR MOTHER HEMMED UP?!! YOU KNOW THE POLICE CAN TAKE THE FUCKING HOUSE WHEN THEY FIND YOUR STASH!! IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT BOY?!! ANSWER ME!!!"

"I'm not a drug dealer."

"YOU DON'T TELL ME WHAT YOU ARE!! I TELL YOU WHAT YOU ARE!! OH, SO YOU THINK YOU'RE A MAN NOW?!!"

"I'm twenty."

"I'M FIFTY FIVE AND YOU CAN TAKE YOUR TWENTY YEARS AND STICK IT IN YOUR TAIL WITH YOUR THUMB!! DAMN I KNEW I SHOULD HAVE PUT THAT STRAP ON YOU MORE OFTEN!! YOU SUCH A SMART ASS!! THINK YOU KNOW EVERYTHING WHEN YOU JUST WET BEHIND THE EARS!! I TOLD YOU IF YOU WANT TO BE THE DADDY THEN YOU GOTS TO WHUP MY ASS!! WELL, I AIN'T GOT NO ASS WHUPPING!! YOU MAN ENOUGH TO TRY BOY!! HUH?!!"

"No father, I just want to say that..."

"I DON'T WANT TO HEAR WHAT YOU HAVE TO SAY BOY!! YOU AIN'T GOT NOTHING TO SAY I WANT TO HEAR FROM A GODDAMN DRUG DEALING THUG!!! IF I WAS YOUR MOTHER I'D TURN YOU IN TO THE FUZZ!! YOU SHOULD BE BEHIND BARS FOR BRINGING THE STREETS INTO YOUR MOTHER'S HOME!!! YOU'RE STUPID, DUMB!!"

"Can I say something please?"

"SEE THAT'S YOUR PROBLEM RIGHT THERE!! YOU DON'T LISTEN!! YOU'RE SO UPPITY AND STUPID!! YOU'RE PROBABLY SELLING CRACK AND REEFERS TO GET GIRLS, AIN'T YOU?!! HELL YOU MIGHT BE GAY!! THEM GANG BOYS BENT YOU OVER, DIDN'T THEY?!! AW CRAP!! I GOT ME A SWEET BACK FOR A SON!! I'M GONNA HAVE TO GO DOWN TO THAT CITY HALL AND GET YOUR LAST NAME STRUCK OFF YOUR BIRTH CERTIFICATE!! DAMN BOY!! DON'T YOU EVER THINK ABOUT ANYBODY BUT YOURSELF?!! YOU'RE A GODDAMN DISGRACE!! SHIT!!"

"Father please, just let me talk for a minute...say something."

There was a long pause from his end of the line, but I could hear his heavy breathing.

"I'm glad your grandparents have gone to glory."

"NO!!"

"They'd be ashamed of you." He hung up in my face before I could say another word.

"NO!!!"

I was struck by the immediate silence around me in the house I'd grown up in now realizing I'd never be able to get things back to the way they were. His last words hung in the air along with the memory of him attending my grandfather's funeral without me. He'd let me and mom know weeks afterwards of the death as a gruff aside when my mother was talking about some missed child support payments. There was a void in this home without my mother or even her boyfriend Gene. I walked blankly into the kitchen outside my soon to be former bedroom.

"Eh, fuck maybe he's right about me." I mumbled standing in the middle of the kitchen staring at nothing.

I screamed at the top of my lungs.

It was the loudest sound I'd ever made in my life and it was a long time coming.

My heart was thumping wildly threatening to burst from my chest as energy crackled all about my person as my brow furrowed and teeth gritted. There was no doubt we'd have come to blows if he were standing before me. I knew in the sliver of time; I would've beaten him senseless. My anger was wholly righteous indignation ever bit of it earned from a shyster upbringing that saw him doing as little as possible leaving everything to my mother who did the best she could. I was a pariah to my parents, a failure in their eyes. I didn't know what was left of me.

I snagged a beer from the fridge cracking it open for a deep swig.

I drained two more replaying the verbal drubbing I'd received from my father and the aside about my grandparents recalling that my father was on a European junket with friends from work when my grandmother passed. He finished up returning six weeks after she was buried taking me to her gravesite staging his own two person funeral which lasted less than thirty minutes. I was dropped off later back at home cramping my mother's style with her boyfriend. I'd walked in on them "watching" a movie which pissed her odd to no end. Days later I heard my dad mention the baseball game he'd gone to that same evening with a lady friend.

"Alright, I think its time I had my say about things." I snagged a fourth beer walking outside sitting on my front porch dialing him up again. I wanted to give as good as I got before telling him I'd pay the money to have my last name stricken from the record.

The call went straight to voicemail, fifty times in a row before I got blocked.

I sat there on my porch nursing my fourth beer looking out over my neighborhood recalling random moments from my life. My mother kept me on a short leash for most of it, but I still managed to get in trouble here and there. My musings were directed at my history trying to figure out what made me such a shit kid to my parents. I struggled to find some reason neither of my parents would even hear me out finding none. They saw things in black and white while I'd been taught grey. Humorously my mind wandered back to my first time with a girl a few blocks over named Cathy.

I chuckled at the memory of the tomboyish girl that I'd grown up alongside in the hood and our pretty easygoing association with one another. She was easy on the eyes very slender with no real curves to speak of. Even Yoli and Takisha legitimately slim thick both, blew her out of the water in every conceivable way. Add to that the fact she was not so subtly masculine in a Peter Pan manner which was the catalyst for our initial sexual run-in. Cathy was mistaken for a lesbian which obviously led to a losing three way street fight with two other much bigger girls.

Later I was nearly her second opponent that day after admitting much of the same. Instead she broke down revealing a tacit self-hatred of her own lack of curves whereas her other three sisters were blessed with a wealth of riches in that department. The following day she'd unexpectedly shown up with a basket ball and we enjoyed a morning at the park in a few pickup games before going back to her place.

Some frank talk while we were hashing things out led to the exposure of body parts culminating in my first handjob which I had to admit pre-Charity Gilbert, Cathy had a knack for much to my delight. She was the first to comment about my natural ability to remain erect after three non-stop rounds which eventually led to me humping her with our basketball shorts down, my exposed prick against her panty covered snatch. I chuckled at the misinformed argument that followed when I ejaculated all over her crotch and tummy. There were even webs of cum on her inner thighs.

I took another drink from my can noting how nice the oncoming dusk looked.

Things got sort of weird afterwards with Cathy ghosting me for several weeks until I threw up my hands metaphorically and went my own way. Sometimes when I caught a glimpse of her in the corridor, I'd fleetingly think of our fledgling moment together. I was cool with letting our friendship fade away unwilling to make the first move and talk to her. Cathy obviously felt the same. Sometime later around spring we were thrown together again by Sister Fate after I'd become overly chummy with a rather large homeroom classmate with a noticeable set of tits.

I'd like to think this prompted Cathy into action because she suddenly reappeared in my immediate circle of friends. There was no place I couldn't look where her face wasn't present. In short this girl was cramping my style putting a wrench in my plans to have my way with the other girl's bust. I'd been watching a lot of porn discovering the visual joys of tit fucking but my tomboyish friend wasn't having it. This culminated in what started as a playful argument during my lunch period quickly going off the rails into the dozens which belonged on an episode of Wild-N-Out.

After a dig at her slight proportions, Cathy dumped a large paper cup of orange soda down my sweatshirt drenching everything. I had to spend the rest of the day with dried up sticky soda residue all over my torso and crotch. I was too scared to clean up in the boys locker room showers with the athletes, guys who looked grown already; contributing to things were some of those bully's weird decidedly homosexual sense of humor. So I spent the remainder of my day giving Cathy a middle finger in person and internally. I wasn't surprised when she wanted to brawl afterschool.

Nothing happened, but we did continue going at one another verbally until we were some blocks from school where she finally cracked. We hugged it out and resolved to shore up the friendship with her even poking fun at me for targeting a fat girl because of her breast size. Cathy led me to an elderly aunt's house nearby intent on fixing things by washing my clothes in her relative's basement laundry room. I don't recall seeing her aunt who was perpetually bed-ridden at that time but remember greeting her verbally sort of shouting my greeting in the corridor.

An adult aged cousin lived sporadically in the house, so I was able to use some of his clothing while Cathy plunked my stuff in the washing machine. We were best buds again jostling about while talking crap downstairs while her aunt slept on the top floor of the two story house. Cathy got the better of me in an impromptu slap boxing match prompting me to unceremoniously plant my foot in the middle of her flat butt while she was putting my clothes in the dryer. I laughed at the fact Cathy was so thin her upper half disappeared inside the machine.

It was her turn to deliver a bit of shock and awe as she turned around looking ready to plant a haymaker on my chin. Instead she stayed on her knees yanking my borrowed shorts down exposing my semi flaccid penis wasting no time burying it in her mouth. I facepalmed remembering the weird squawking sound that erupted out of me at the first time sensation. Her technique was catch as catch can with her using my thighs for support while she knelt. Things became surreal for me as she sucked me off for a good thirty minutes until the dryer stopped.

Cathy stood up removing her shirt exposing her flat breasts hiding them behind her hands acting uncharacteristically demure. I didn't know what to do so I removed my shirt too. We embraced hugging deeply without word. I was anxious and a bit scared not knowing what to expect. I hadn't climaxed leaving my erection trapped between our abdomens. It was in that moment we shared our first kiss. A very intimate passionate merging of lips and tongue which lasted a while making me nearly cum from the atmosphere alone.

Cathy admitted her jealousy but said she didn't like me like a boyfriend or anything. She just didn't want me to hook up with the fat girl saying she wanted to be the first to give me a tit fuck despite her flattened breasts. Things got humorous when I was led into her cousin's room adjacent to the laundry which also served as a defacto storage bin of sorts. I didn't know what to make of things watching Cathy fish around in one of the boxes until she came up with some old discarded brassiere making her intentions even more clear.

I chuckled watching her put it on and stuff the cups giving herself a DIY set of comedically fake D-Cups.

I playfully humored her fondling her stuffed bra as we made out before yanking out the balled up clothing stuffed in its cups. Cathy was irritated with me for not going along with things but I drew the straps down turning the bra around until the back was facing me. She was encouraged to kneel allowing me to slip my erection underneath that back strap as I handled her shoulders. We worked it out as I ground up an enticing friction rubbing the underside of my prick against her sternum right between her flat tits. Cathy continually chided me until I burst.

Her flat chest and much of her abdomen ended up completely glazed over with my copious ejaculate much to her sexual curiosity and wonderment. Cathy even jacked out a few more ropes heartened by my response to her body before laying right there on the unkempt floor. I got completely naked in front of her for the first time mounting her chest earnestly grinding my cock on her chest working up an incredible friction. Cathy was a quick study interlocking her fingers over my thrusting member until I came all over her chest and belly making an absolute mess.

After that it was a foregone conclusion where things were headed as she pulled off her panties, some classic underoos with this chintzy Wonder Woman logo over her most holiest of holies. After some choice physical comedy that saw both of us take two tries at the bat trying to get on of her cousin's condoms onto my cock without much success. Cathy had an epiphany rolling the cheap prophylactic onto my length with her mouth.

I almost came in her mouth but she pounded my thigh adamant that I return the favor laying on her cousin's daybed which was pretty much a simple couch he slept on. She told me off for my reticent behavior before directing my actions until she was somewhat satisfied. Both of our insecurities about our bodies and other issues were covered with a patchwork quilt over our bodies as I took her missionary on that ratty frayed couch. It almost didn't happen when she let out an earsplitting shriek the minute my crown parted her lower lips.

Her discomfort shocked me so much I drew back but Cathy wrapped her arms tightly around my back pulling me down on top of her. This caused me to impale her fully making her cry out again whimpering. It felt like she was afraid I'd run away from her as she wrapped her legs around my bag interlocking her ankles. Her lanced pussy was so tight my cock sat inside it barely able to move. She wanted a kiss and I obliged her until she began rocking her lower half prodding me onward. We were finally able to do it properly giving our first times to one another earnestly.

Cathy dug her nails into my back scratching it up as she was screwed as hard and fast as I could manage until her honeypot started to become slick allowing my prick to pick up speed. It seemed as if we were made for each other with my tumescence thumping the back of her cunt with authority. Her grip around me got tighter while my back became a clawed up mess. Her narrow cunt pulsed and retracted around my girth incredibly hot and wet with nothing but my balls hanging out of her snatch. I'm ashamed to say my tomboyish friend got rag dolled all over her cousin's bedroom floor until I was shooting rope after rope filling her snatch. We kissed the whole time.

We were nearly caught as Cathy's elderly Aunt surprised us by calling out from the steep top of her basement stairs. Cathy still stuffed full of my cock yelled back that everything was okay catching herself from begging the aunt not to come down stairs. I began to draw back looking down finding our connection drenched in her maidenhead blood. Luckily the aunt didn't come down probably because she couldn't make it downstairs due to her advanced age. She called back asking Cathy to come upstairs to her bedroom and put some ointment on her back then loudly closed the door.

I should have took it as a sign. We should have took it as a sign, but we were young and dumb.

I had to help Cathy into the small bathroom down there helping her get decent in the standup shower going through several towels in the process. She returned the favor pouring hydrogen peroxide on my wounded back. Cathy looked truly feminine that afternoon for the first time since I'd know her in my life. We nearly lost ourselves touching and caressing one another. Cathy tried to bend over wanting me to do her doggystyle but was still too messed up from our first time. I discovered a box of maxi pads under the sink which turned out to be a godsend for her. We got her decent enough to go attend to her aunt upstairs.

I got washed up thinking that we'd continue exploring one another's bodies when Cathy interrupted me shoving my clothing into the shower scared. I quickly got dressed at her distraught urging ushered out of the back door with instructions to use the alley instead of walking around to the front walk of the house. I was scared for her, but Cathy said she'd be okay referring to me as her boyfriend for the first time. It felt weird half running down the alley with my hands stuffed in my pockets. I could hardly wait to see my first girlfriend at school the following day.

It was the last time we'd see one another.

Cathy was taken out of school to continue her last year at home. She didn't even graduate with the rest of her class forced to get her G.E.D downtown instead. Of course I didn't know this at the time heartbroken blaming myself for a time. I'd get the other half of the story in the form of a letter sent to me from Oklahoma where she was now sequestered with her grandparents on her father's side. I learned of her intention to join the military and the strict religious atmosphere she was living in currently even banned from wearing pants.

The catalyst for all of this came in the form of a smoking gun the used condom caked in her maidenhead discovered in the wastebasket of her cousin's bathroom. Cathy's older cousin had been notified by rotary phone that a boy was getting mannish with her in the basement. That bit of snitching by her auntie was obviously embellished. Cathy was forcefully taken by her mother to the hospital where her womanhood was confirmed by a doctor. Her expulsion from school came because of her refusal to identify me after several beatings.

I was heartbroken for the second time while the letter ended up being my smoking gun.

My mother puzzled after finding an out of state letter addressed to me, opened, and fully read its contents before presenting it to me when I got home that day. I was forcefully obliged to read it right there in front of her before getting my own round of corporal punishment with a grounding for the rest of my last year of high school. I didn't mind it knowing Cathy got much worse.

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