Maximum Badonkadonk Ch. 16 - Epilogue

"Oh shit Babbs; that was...something else." My pulsing, still viably erect member plopped out of her mouth as she looked up into my eyes through her glazed visage planting kisses on my glans, swirling her tongue on it tickling my pee slit.

"You liked that boy?" She asked looking sexually euphoric sucking hard on the tip letting it slide out again blowing a cum bubble which popped on her lips/

"I loved it."

"Yeah, you loved it, huh kid?" This time Mrs. Walton forced enough of my meat into her mouth nearly reaching my pubes before drawing her teeth along it coughing up a deluge of my spunk.

"You're... incredible!" It was an honest assessment of her mature head game.

I forgot myself quickly taking her mouth whole again humping inside it getting some real depth prompting Erica's mother to forcibly disengage with this incredulous expression on her face, brow furrowed.

"See boy, that's why people can't have nice thangs; you get an inch and you take a fucking mile! You trying to choke me to death with your dick?" Mrs. Walton wiped her face clean with the towel on her head forgetting her embarrassment and not realizing she'd sucked me off after I'd been balls deep in her backdoor.

"Sorry."

"Just don't do it no more; and stop apologizing all the time. It's unmanly kid; you want a woman's respect one day so try not to do thangs like that, be a leader and all." Her southern accent became more prominent when she was ranting sounding like a scolding parent instead of a woman I'd been screwing to distraction.

"A leader?"

"YEAH, DON'T YOU KNOW NOTHING KID?!!" I was definitely being scolded by my father's naked jump off.

"Okay Mrs. Walton, I'll take the lead."

"HEY NOW-WHAT'RE YOU DOING?!!"

"Taking control." I scooped Mrs. Walton up in my arms carrying her down the hall like a newlywed to the nearest bedroom. I gave the door a kick making it swing over hitting the bedside table just inside the confines of what appeared to be a very cluttered and cramped bedroom. Some trinkets and babbles crashed to the floor, but she wasn't saying anything looking horrified as I planted her butt first on the edge of her mattress handling her legs jut behind the knees.

"OH MY, YOU'RE GETTING ALL MANNISH WITH ME BOY!!" I crouched with the quickness dropping out of sight while simultaneously shoving her legs high in the air splayed apart with her soles pointed at the ceiling. There was this pinkish white plush rug under her bed that accommodated my knees as I found her snatch right under my nose.

Mrs. Walton yelped loudly, then gasped eventually filling the room with her breathy moans as I got down to business eating her going full sloppy, nasty, and intrusive mouth covering the whole of her mature snatch. Her legs were held in place firmly by hands roughly shoving downward on the back of her thighs. It take long to have Erica's mother squirming all over that mattress as I made a five course meal out of her holiest of holies. Those shapely legs of hers went wild enough that I had to maintain control of the situation otherwise be kicked in the mush.

"OH GAWD YOU JUST-DO EVERYTHANG, DON'T YA!! EATING UP MY BABY BOX!! EATING IT GUD!! AW SHIT BOY!" Mrs. Walton was seeing all the stars in the universe and every color of the rainbow, but I wasn't done yet.

Two fingers on her g-spot were enough to get her ridiculously creamy and wet, but I pushed it further wanting to create a parity with her daughter who'd received a much more savage version of the same treatment. Those two digits jilled her secret place nearly inhumanely while I used another two fingers on her clit rubbing, flicking, and lightly pinching as her pussy juices up before went back to sucking the filling out of it. Mrs. Walton started out as a mission, but now I was in it to win it.

"OH FUCK I'M GONNA!!! I'M FEELING FEELINGS BOY!! YOU'RE MAKING ME!! IT'S A HAPPENIN DOWN THERE BOY!"

This was my verbal trigger.

"AWWWGGG SHIT!!" I plunged balls deep into her snatch getting a splash of her essence as the business end of my prick bottomed out inside with an audible thump. Mrs. Walton sounded as if she'd been gutted pinned to the bed.

Every powerful thrust hit the back of her box as the mattress rocked and shook under our combined weight. On the third plunge, Babbs seized up skintight around my circumference making it a chore to fuck her brains out with impunity. Her pussy was exceedingly wet getting progressively sloppy as I bounced atop her like a trampoline feeling it downstairs. Again I drew comparisons to her twentysomething daughter keeping her pinned down with both hands pressed into her inner thighs. None of this mattered to the fiftysomething beneath me one bit.

Mrs. Walton was loudly sobbing with the full ugly cry face as her hands caressed my chest and abdomen lovingly.

Both of her bra straps were off the shoulder mid-bicep along with the rest of the demi-cup brassiere. Her bared breasts were fully flopping all over her chest as I pounded sand out of her snatch like I was trying to put it out of order. One of her palms was flattened against her breastbone while her other was digging into my bicep clawing it up. I went after her flaccid tits completely cupping them in my hands pinching the bullet hard nipples. This sent Mrs. Walton into a whooping fit making these unintelligible sounds that read euphoric as her eyes fluttered.

"AW GAWD!! AW SHIT BOY!! I'M CUMMING ON YOUR FUCKING DICK!! CUMMING ON THAT YOUNG DICK!!"

Mrs. Walton's legs locked into the small of my back while her hands began slapping at me prompting many parries to avoid being struck repeatedly. Her hips involuntarily lunged upward into my thrusting pelvis fucking me back as hard as she could going fully primal. Her hands were everywhere all over my body touching my face a few times glancing off the chin was her eyes fluttered. Mrs. Walton's eyes rolled up into her head with the whites visible.

"BAY BEE!! BAY BEE!! I LUB YOU BAA BEE!!! OW!! OH SHIT YOU'RE TAKING MY PUSSY!! OW!! OW IT HURST SO GOOD BAY BEE!! FUCK YOUR PUSSY!! LUB YOU!! I'M CUMMING SO HARD ON YOUR DICK BAY BEE!! OW SHIT!!!"

Her feverish affirmations degenerated into this long sustained groan as she arched hips alone up into my crotch keeping it from plunging any deeper suspending both of us off the bed at that connected junction. Her cunt locked up airtight leaving me only able to wiggle my hips with her fully attached to me like someone used gorilla glue. This went through three cycles, a moderate, strong and mind shattering series of climaxes that left us disengaged with Babbs laying beneath me open to the world.

"Damn, you must wanna move up in here giving me dick like that boy." She was breathing hard eyes shut tightly raising a weary hand finding my granite hard erection waiting.

Mrs. Walton's watery eyes half opened peering at my erection with mounting horror.

"Sorry Babbs."

She was pretty much inert matter offering nothing physically or verbally as I rolled her onto her stomach facing the headboard anointing my actions with a kiss to the back of her noggin. I propped her head up on a pillow before mounting the back of her thighs with my business aimed squarely at her swollen slit between her weathered ass cheeks. I played a bit slapping and making them jiggled before spreading them outright exposing her openings as I got into a jockey position. My cock was slowly driven forward with the underside rubbing the back of her legs.

"Can you do it slow; like, can you take your time?" Mrs. Walton softly begged wearily reaching back holding her cheeks apart for me.

I obliged her sliding deadly slow inside her cunt making her whimper and whine until I was buried with my balls pressed up against the bottom of the buns. Mrs. Walton was huffing in profile on the pillow.

"If you stay still, I can do it for you boy." She offered getting another encouraging kiss on the back of her head.

"Okay Babbs."

True to her word, Mrs. Babbs Walton started noticeably flexing her buttocks hard enough to create these dimples on each cheek. There was just the slightest bit of movement as I let her do her thing audibly breathing while I watched. Her butt looked as if it were gnawing on my meat starting to feel better as she added some extra speed and more swivel in the hips. The tip of my crown was bottoming out inside her walls. I couldn't help draping my body over hers hooking my chin over her right shoulder.

"You like how I'm feeling?"

"Yeah I like it a lot Mrs. Walton."

"Call me Babbs."

"Yeah, I like it a lot Babbs."

"You like it enough to cum for me, huh boy? I can feel your dick tapping the back of my oven. If I was your age, we'd be having us a baby. I haven't felt nothing like this in years; didn't know what I was missing." Her buttocks were flexing even harder rubbing and massaging my tumescence trapped in her slimy walls.

"Thanks for letting me fuck you today."

"Aw shit, you got me good for a few months after today. I feel like I should be paying you boy; you gonna have me walking funny for the rest of the week boy."

"You feel good Babbs."

"Good enough to cum for me?"

"Yeah."

"Now this gotta be the last time because I'm getting up in age; you gotta let me rest a little bit." I started pressing down more insistently getting the soft slightly rubbery feel of her buttocks. Mrs. Walton moaned louder as single tear streaked across her cheek onto the pillow.

"Loving this ass, keep doing whatever you're doing down there; I'm gonna cum soon Babbs."

"This is the last time boy." She gingerly cautioned.

"But you like it right?" Our coupling became more audible, but I managed not to pound her out any further.

"I'm serious, this is the last time, okay?"

"Okay Babbs." I was in the process of drawing my knees level with her hips, but she wearily glanced backward at me.

"I can do it." She begged finally getting me on some level.

Those inverted flexes became more acute, the dimples more of a crescent shape with the arched pointing towards her gluteal cleft as Mrs. Walton worked her everything below the waist and above the thighs squeezing and grinding me into hamburger. The creaking of the mattress got louder as she wrenched down on my prick taking it on a ride. It felt like my junk had been placed in a sexual blender as she lay prone gasping and whining feeling every inch of my cock. I got into a pushup position above her just to watch as it hit out of nowhere.

"MIZZUS WALTON!!"

"Call me Babbs."

"BABBS!!" I went right over the edge as she kept it up flexing those weathered buttocks on my embedded prick roughly milking me to completion. I didn't want to go inside, subtlety pulling backward watching those dimples get more prominent until her cheeks were basically clapping around the exposed portions of my cock. I wanted to grab her waist and give her something to remember me by, but that mission had already been accomplished.

"AW SHIT BABBS!!!" My prick popped out resting between her experienced buttocks right in the prominent crack.

The first shot ran right up the center of her back followed by several more the glazed her cheeks perfectly. It felt so good that I sawed my cock soiling it with my cum still shooting rope after rope as Mrs. Walton flexed without end. I reared up sitting on the back of her thighs handling my endowment below the balls with one hand stroking hard. More jizz poured out getting watery as she still flexed knowing the value of a visual. Some of my spunk pooled in her lower back. I stood up in her bed with my feet planted on either side of her hips.

Babbs finally stopped with a long extended sigh. Her sweat soaked face was pressed into the pillow while I took stock of my handywork.

From the back of her shaved noggin to her plush thighs, Mrs. Walton was glazed over in a mask of jizz. My spunk was most prominent from her lower back and swollen looking buttocks. Some of it had run down between her inner thighs covering her slit enough that it looked like someone had taken a pastry injector to it. Sensing my eyes on her body, she flexed one last time causing some of the oily cum to run off the edge of her buns.

"Thanks Babbs, that was fun."

Erica's long suffering mother replied with a loud wet snore.

She was dead asleep, knocked out.

"Well, okay then."

It looked like a crime scene as I chuckled completely spent. All of my previous hookups gave me a level of stamina seemingly unparalleled. I walked out of her bedroom to the living room gathering up my clothes folding them over my arm before returning. I got out my phone taking several really good shots of my handiwork from the end and side of Mrs. Walton's bed. My conscious wanted me to wipe her down, but I ignored it leaving her in that state so that she would remember me. I showered and dressed helping myself to another glass of that homemade juice before leaving the apartment.

Mrs. Walton was snoring loud enough that it could heard outside her apartment door.

My uber ride home was quiet and uneventful. I shot a single pic to Erica's email completing the mission yawning. I would've catted out next to her mother but didn't want to give Babbs the wrong impression when she woke up. There was no way I was maintaining two separate love triangles with my father and both of his jump offs sugar baby daughter and cougar mother. I still had a few days left before I had to move out and he hadn't put me on blast with my mother so I chalked it up to us leaving one another alone. My phone started ringing with an unknown number.

"Hello?"

"YOU FUCKED MY MOTHER!! YOU REALLY FUCKED HER!!" It was Mrs. Walton's wayward reprobate daughter.

"Whose phone are you using Erica?"

"Hospital security, his name is Stanley; your daddy cut my service off. Hey man, what're you doing fucking the shit out of my mother like that? That's some pretty fucked up shit."

"I DID what you TOLD me ERICA!"

"I wasn't serious, I was messing with you nigga; but it was funny as fuck. You do know I was on meds when we talked yesterday, right?"

"Bitch."

"Did you film it?"

"Heinous bitch." I hissed into the phone facing the back of my driver's head.

"It's cool don't get it twisted; and I even forwarded our sex tape to you in good faith, okay? Now you have fun with that; I wonder what your motherfucking daddy's gonna say when I send him this pic of mom with her back blown out? That's definitely gonna put a wrench in their relationship, huh?"

"ERICA!" My driver perked up looking in his rear view mirror at my face, but I ignored him as the car got off the freeway.

"What; you got fucking disowned and that nigga put me out while I'm in the hospital about to catch a case."

"Don't."

"He'll get over it." If she were in front of me, my hands would've been around her neck.

"ERICA!!" The younger Ms. Walton hung up giggling like the crazed woman she was leaving me with this queasy feeling as the uber pulled up in front of my home. I nodded at the driver mumbling an apology getting out only to have him speed out of there like somebody was shooting at his ride.

Gene was sitting on the front step smoking a spliff. The pungent aroma reached me almost as soon as the car pulled off.

We exchanged glances for a moment as I approached the steps.

"You are instructed to pack up the rest of your belongings and depart. I have nothing to say one way or the other, but your mother is very, very upset with you."

Dad snitched after all.

I went inside packed my meager belongings and dialed up another uber before going back outside on the porch. I took a seat beside Gene waiting. He was just chilling there as I surrendered my house keys placing them beside him.

"Can I take a hit of that sir?"

He passed me the joint watching without word or compliment as I took a deep drag on it before passing it back. I held it for as long as possible before exhaling a cloud of smoke.

"I know you are a good person." Gene gave me a pat on the head leaving me on the porch as he went inside audibly locking the screen and heavy oak door.

I stared out into space thinking about the last twenty-four hours of my life. Across the street I could see into my nosey neighbor's house. They aways left their front room window open enough that anyone could look in there from the street. The elderly woman Ms. Jessy was watching an old floor model television with her adult aged daughter. Their heritage in the form of granddaughter and daughter Tammy walked into view still dressed like an overgrown adolescent. I chuckled a bit noticing all of their heads were full of pink rollers.

My rented car a Jeep Grand Cherokee, pulled up to the curb.

I took my time walking down the steps pausing to take one last look at my birth home before getting in. My female driver some middle aged sister, lingered as if she knew I was leaving for the last time before slowly pulling off to strains of "I'd Rather Be With You" by Bootsy Collins.

I found a place to lay my head ironically in the same hostel I'd shared for a night with Carlie.

I'd also shot a scene for my website there with Rashida Sikes aka Chi Town Thunda now known simply as "Thunda."

It was hard getting to sleep, but I managed.

I'm "The Educated Simp" after all.

[DARKNESS]

"HEY COME HERE GIRL!!" I was running after her, both of us acting like grade schoolers.

"YOU CAN'T CATCH ME!!!" Vicky took off running hard. It was equally difficult not to laugh at her awkward gait because she looked like a big ostrich running across the grass with her arms folded across her chest. Her horseplay got the better of me as I closed the distance between us reaching out unsure if I wanted to grab her arm or that big, jiggling butt.

"BRING THAT ASS HERE VICKY!!" She glanced back finding me a fingertip's distance away suddenly kicking it into overdrive bounding easily away from me laughing and giggling like a demented toddler.

"COME ON, CAN'T YOU KEEP UP BITCH?!!" Vicky taunted.

"HATE YOU!!"

I picked things up from my end speeding after her as she neared the picnic tables. My left hand was outstretched aimed directly at her bouncing cheeks, tan lines, and all. I figured I deserved something for the impromptu workout. Vicky suddenly stopped short of the tables so quickly that I wasn't going to be able to avoid colliding with her.

"MOTHER-FUCKER!!"

Her fist smashed into my nose flattening it with the force of a battering ram. It was so sudden and vicious; I was instantly laid out on the grass looking up at the afternoon sun. It honestly felt like I'd been hit in the face with a baseball bat.

Her stunningly beautiful face appeared in my field of vision as a bird flew by overhead. She looked pissed off to the ninth degree.

"Vicky-whas, why did you, do that?" I stammered tasting a bit of blood that trickled from my abused nostril. My nose was obviously busted. One of her thick legs flew across my chest as she stood over me open legged giving me a view of her virtue.

She'd gone commando.

"IF YOU'RE GONNA JUST GIVE UP; YOU MIGHT AS WELL STAY ON THE GROUND AND BE DEAD LIKE ME!!"

Vicky Stone disappeared from my field of vision leaving me looking at the clouds for a few seconds.

"WAIT VICKY DON'T!!!" I sat upright in my bed heart thumping like crazy.

It was still dark, pitch black in my rented room as I craned my head around its abbreviated confines finding nothing.

I checked my phone finding that I'd been asleep for all of five minutes.

My nose still hurt. I drew my legs up sitting there in the darkness as an El Train passed loudly by on its last trip northward bound out of downtown.

Tears were streaming down my face.

END of BOOK ONE.

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BIG TIT DERBY 5X5 (Introduction of Main Character)