Maximum Badonkadonk Ch. 16 - Epilogue

"Uh thanks a lot for uh..." I turned about to address her stopped in my tracks.

Mrs. Walton was standing there wearing a pair of pair of skimpy shorts that had to belong to her daughter Erica and nobody else. I recalled one of the younger Walton's complaints centering on her mother wearing her clothing in an attempt to spice up her sex life with my father. Now I was looking at concrete evidence of that complaint and Mrs. Walton...was winning.

"What?" She clutched a hand to her chest brows raised as I remembered myself.

"UH-NOTHING, I WAS UH...!!" I stammered looking away like I'd accidentally seen her in the nude.

"Bathroom, that way." She pointed at the door insistently looking slightly annoyed.

It felt awkward making me curse myself silently as I lifted the lid taking a wiz. Mrs. Walton caught me off guard with a damn decent if not distracting shape that belied her fifty plus years compared to her daughter's twenty. For some reason it felt like Erica was remote viewing me having the time of her life laughing at my reaction. I glanced around noticing the old fashioned high end tub and plastic sheer curtain with these faux sixties style flowers of various colors on the material. Everything had its own place reminding me of my father.

Both of them were transplants from the south, at least Mrs. Walton seemed to be judging from her somewhat stuffy detectable bare bones demeanor. I thought about some of my dad's past girlfriends noting that most of them shared that trait wondering if there were a tinder for Gen X era transplants to the big city. It didn't seem as if I would be able to pull off what Erica wanted so I was already brainstorming a way out of this situation. My emotions got the better of me and I made a mental note to keep myself in check as I washed my hands.

"Hey you were in there for a while; you didn't do number two, did you?" I found her standing a few feet away from the bathroom door obviously waiting to put me out on the street.

"No ma'am; I was kinda thinking, that's all."

"About what?" I hesitated again trying not to look directly at her face but making it subtly noticeable while my mind was in the process of evaluating the quickest way out of the situational honey trap facing me.

"Well ma'am, Mrs. Walton I thought I was doing the right thing coming here to let you know about Erica but you're right. Then I got to thinking how it must have been divine intervention, what with me showing up at my dad's house looking for an argument. How was I supposed to know what was going on and she was talking kind crazy, but I didn't notice at first. It just uh, dawned on me right now while I was in the bathroom."

"What dawned on you right now?" I had her hooked as she tugged on the bob styled wig on her head before folding her arms across her chest.

"Well she was really mad and the stuff she said was probably because of the drugs."

"WHAT DID SHE SAY?!!" Her outburst caught me by surprise but I remembered myself taking their rivalry into account.

"She was uh, talking crazy about how my dad was cheating on her with you; sounds crazy right? I know he was letting her stay there probably because you guys had a fight. Ain't no way my dad would pick her over somebody like you...UH SORRY! I mean, crazy right Mrs. Walton?"

"What do you mean somebody like me?" It was not the question I expected as she neither confirmed or denied anything.

"Sorry, I was just saying uh...Well it's not like Erica was his girlfriend or nothing. Just if you guys weren't related, like mom and daughter, she wouldn't have a chance against you. Uh, does that make any sense at all, or do I sound stupid?" I averted my eyes looking towards the end of the hall in the opposite direction of the front door. There was a closet at the end of it. My gaze drifted to the kitchen noticing the fridge was adjacent to its entrance.

Mrs. Walton barely stifled a chuckle unknowingly giving me a crack in her armor I intended to exploit.

"You want something to drink; I see you looking in my kitchen?" She offered.

"Yes, I'd appreciate it." She still seemed somewhat skittish as I tried to look as innocuous as possible. I got a quick look at her nice looking legs and the swell of a peachy looking butt before she shot me a glance brow raised.

There was this pregnant pause in the air.

"I got some fruity homemade stuff that I made this morning supposed to be real healthy. I don't drink pop and the only other thing I have is orange juice, but its frozen solid in the freezer boy."

"I'll take whatever you give me Mrs. Walton." I subtly licked my lower lip giving her further pause for a few moments.

It was her turn to be subtle with a roll of her eyes as she went just inside the entrance of her kitchen opening a cabinet pulling down a long lean glass on the countertop. My eyes were glued to her legs in profile and the swell of a pretty nice apple in the back. Mrs. Walton seemed to feel me looking as she opened the freezer pulling out an ice tray cracking it loudly.

"You can come on in here and have a seat." She crooked her finger beckoning me to a kitchen table in the corner next to the back door. I took one of the two chairs available as she pulled some ice tongs from the kitchen drawer filling the narrow glass taking another look at my face.

"Thanks." I smiled meekly.

She didn't reply but had a smarmy expression on her face that invited a middle finger, but I was on a mission. Mrs. Walton opened the fridge still looking at my face for a few moments before turning her back to me albeit reluctantly as she bent over at a full ninety degree angle fishing around in its overstuffed interior. I got a fully clothed unintentional mooning from my father's fifty year old jump off that was inspiring to say the least. Her butt was full and round with some cheekage on display letting me know she was definitely holding some vintage cake.

"Oh my..." I mumbled getting a reaction as her head appeared sideways glaring at me before she slowly stood up with a large glass pitcher full of the homemade juice.

This sort of horseshoe outline of her sex was distinct before she stood up saying nothing as she filled my glass. Mrs. Walton brought the glass over along with a coaster setting it down in front of me before taking the remaining seat.

I took a deep drink from the glass as she watched arms folded across her chest facing me. She folded one leg over the other but I didn't react. It felt like she was testing me, and I wasn't gonna disappoint all of my sexual mentors by being that easy. Still, I couldn't help glancing at the way the underside of her thigh folded over one leg, bulged.

"Listen youngster; you're old enough to know that relationships can be kind of uh, complicated, right?"

"Yeah." It was her turn to look away as I gathered some form of disclosure was about to be released. Mrs. Walton reached up with a hand using her pointer finger to scratch the end of her right eyebrow.

"Ah, well things are a little complicated between your father and me; I mean uh, well we're sort of on break but still kinda eh, seeing one another. It's just, I don't want you to uh, think less of your father alright? He's a really good guy when he wants to be."

"I don't understand ma'am." That, was obvious bullshit.

"Well, maybe you can talk to your father about it when you guys make up." She offered cutting the revelation short without admitting anything.

I took a long second swig finishing my drink knowing what I'd say next as I set the glass down on the coaster.

"It's not true, is it; what Erica was saying last night?"

Mrs. Walton was put on the spot at that moment looking surprised I'd ask directly before standing up taking my glass to the sink. She didn't offer me a refill placing the glass pitcher back in the fridge at the front this time. It seemed as if I was going to crap out after all standing as she leaned against the kitchen entrance obviously waiting for me to go into the hall adjacent.

"Well, let's just get you on your way there youngster." Mrs. Walton had this uneven smile that didn't tell me whether or not my charm was working or not. I didn't want to go full snark because of her ability to alert my father to my activities, so I gave her these lingering stares as we walked to the darkened alcove leading back out onto hallway.

"Thanks for the drink; it really was hot out there and I'm gonna have to apologize too ma'am."

"Boy what you got to apologize for?" She seemed covertly aware of my meaning but asked anyway.

"Looking at you."

"Huh?" She did this weird furrowed brow thing a combination of shock and outrage which made me anxious and ready to abort.

"Yeah, uhm I never really looked at you before because you were with my dad; I mean, I was just minding my own business and stuff. When I saw you today, it just made so much sense in retrospect."

"What; uh what made sense boy?"

"Well, now that I see you in these shorts and all, I know that you were probably fighting with your daughter because she was jealous that you looked better than her. UH SORRY, I um, mean that you're so well built; like I guess you were a athlete or something, right?"

"Cut out that foolishness, I ran track a bit in my freshman year back in the day did a little stint on the softball team down in Mobile a bit before I got myself stuffed with Erica. You're just messing with me, ain't you?"

Just like that a door opened with backhanded compliments using Erica as a key to her psyche. I knew she was in direct competition with her own daughter as a consequence of the girl's own malevolent sense of humor. Erica Walton woke the proverbial dragon in my father on a lark and subsequently moved into his house as one upmanship; now Mrs. Walton was actually sneaking around with her original boyfriend supposedly behind her daughter's back. The fact that my dad hadn't been castrated was proof in this retarded hillbilly pudding.

"Yoga, right?"

"Huh, what that there you a saying?" She raised an eyebrow like the Rock which almost made me blow it by laughing in her face.

"Nuh, no Mrs. Walton; I'm asking if you do yoga or something these days because your body is so tight; that's all I'm saying, respectfully. You got it uh, going on for real and I hope I'm not offending you. I mean uh, shit I guess I shouldn't have come looking for my dad over here so I wouldn't have saw you like this. Sorry, it just reminds me of the old days when he would be out with somebody while... well, you look really good ma'am."

Her expression was indecipherable and I had no doubt she was thinking about her daughter currently shacking up with my father.

"You caught me off guard when you were bent over in that fridge; I uh, don't wanna freak you out." She was chuckling halfway through my fake backpedaling folding her arms across her chest. I could see the wheels turning in her head as she stared at me not knowing I was looking at the stupid looking vintage bob type wig on her head.

"Oh you don't wanna mess around with some old lady, stop fooling around with me"

"Who's fooling Mrs. Walton; you look good with those shorts on and that tiny little t-shirt. Honestly, just for that second you were bent over looking in that fridge, I forgot who you were. Then I thought, I bet my dad can't keep his hands off you with the wild looking peach you got back there. No wonder he got back with you, probably couldn't find nothing better. OH SORRY, I'M UH...not trying to be offensive. Just saying, with respect."

The look on her face suggested my words were being considered and I knew I had to keep pushing it further not giving her a chance to really think things through.

"You can't be serious, are you?" There was a wry half smile on her face that suggested a junction where things could go either way. I suspected the clothing on her body belonged to Erica in some rueful protest of her daughter's actions. Mrs. Walton leaned against the edge of the alcove waiting for an answer that would let her off the hook.

"Would you mind if I took another look ma'am?" I asked earnestly.

"Uh, at my butt?"

"Yeah, well if you don't mind Mrs. Walton." She looked away from my face arms folded with this barely audible scoff drawing one leg up flattening the sole of her left foot against the arched alcove. This subtle movement spoke volumes.

I was timidly rewarded with a slight turn and meager pop of the hip while her butt remained pressed against the edge of the wall.

"Could I like uh, see it from the back, please?" I went the extra mile laying on the inexperienced cherry routine faux-nervously wringing my hands looking at her rounded hip.

"Alright boy but don't you go telling tales about me out there in them streets." I could hear the emerging playfulness in Mrs. Walton's weathered mammy sounding voice. I was getting Loretta Devine vibes audibly.

She slowly started to turn about hesitating two times giving me a fake stern look with her lips pursed before fully facing away from me. Mrs. Walton sort of hugged the wall probably flush with embarrassment at the twentysomething eyeballing her with obvious salacious intent. The wig still looked stupid on her bobble head.

"Whoa Mrs. Walton."

I wasn't suspecting the view. This fifty something was sporting a molded dual bubbled derriere that was somewhere north of forty-six inches and unique in that it was framed by her shapely legs with heavy hip dips at the tops of her thighs. You could see a little cottage cheese on the upper legs and lower buttocks with visible stretchmarks on those hips each forming a semi-circle. The shorts had a decent amount of cheekage to entice a devout legs and ass man like myself. Her waist was small and dare I say, she did have a better shape than Erica after all.

"What, am I a mess back there, huh youngster?"

"Not even ma'am, could you uh, like pull them up some more?" I kept up with the timid role.

"ARE YOU, FOR REAL?!!" Instead of turning back around, Mrs. Walton twisted further showing a bit of attitude with hand planted firmly on top of rounded hip.

"UHM, YEAH! I mean, yes ma'am I would like you to tug up on the waistband a little, please?"

"And why ever would I do something like that pray tell?" I purposely fidgeted around scratching my head feigning awkward stupidity at the question before meeting her eyes seeing the emerging effects of a little flattery mixed with overt sexual honesty.

"Guess I wanted to see more of your cheeks, kinda bulge out ma'am." I mumbled looking at my own feet like I'd been busted.

"OH IS THAT ALL, HUH KID?!!" I perked up waving my hands in front of my body as Mrs. Walton had some fun at my expense. We shared an awkward uneasy laugh between us as she pinched the waistband between two fingers giving it a light tug. Her right cheek bulged expectantly by itself revealing a lighter shade, this sort of hard tan line I usually associated with Phoebe. Mrs. Walton's gaze went from that exposed cheek to my face, then she tugged the other side up giving me a matching pair swelling outward like baked bread.

"Damn." I replied wetly getting a laugh.

"You like that son; appreciating the view, huh kid? Is that what you want to see this afternoon, huh?" There was a floaty levity to her matronly voice that made me laugh and scratch the back of my head again.

"Are you taking requests ma'am?"

"YEAH!!" Mrs. Walton continued the lighter banter still half facing away from me. She turned her daughter's attire into impromptu booty shorts.

"I wouldn't mind seeing the whole thing then." I threw a fishing line out there to this woman old enough to be well, my parent. To me, it was the beginnings of a game of sexual badminton.

"EXCUSE YOU?!!" Mrs. Walton turned about facing me this time with her hands just above her rounded hips on her narrow waist. She didn't seem to be aware of the fact that her nipples were poking into the thin material of the green t-shirt covering her chest. She didn't appear to be wearing a brassiere.

"Well you said you were taking requests and uh, they say there's no such thing as a stupid question ma'am."

"Who said that?"

"It's kind of a saying, a meme I guess ma'am."

"It's a stupid saying; don't listen to them people who told you that nonsense boy." I was a little worried I'd thrown my fishing line a bit further than anticipated.

"So, uh well; I can't see it like that? I mean all uncovered and stuff; the full like, uh whole thing?" Mrs. Walton looked as if she would laugh in my face but then glanced down at the visible bulge in my jeans. I'd put my hands in my pockets while she was talking surreptitiously drawing her attention with the movement.

"Oh, what you having trouble getting girls in your lane boy; come on you don't really wanna look at my old dusty butt, do you?" She sounded like she was trying to convince herself more than asking a question.

"Ma'am to be honestly respectful with you and everything; I think we both know what I want to see. I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want to Mrs. Walton. You've got my attention, so where do we go from here?"

"Well, there's a lot of girls out there your age."

"That's not what I asked you ma'am; I don't know if you hide that body because my dad is so jealous, but I got touched when I got a glimpse Mrs. Walton. You look good and I was hoping you'd let me take a better look, and stuff."

"And stuff?" She sounded taken aback, but I was intent on forging ahead with her ordered seduction win or fall flat on my face. I inched closer finding that Mrs. Walton lightly bumped the wall just behind her.

"Yeah ma'am." I took a Hail Mary pressing in enough to cup one of her buttocks finding it really soft to the touch akin to an oversized marshmallow. Mrs. Walton hiccupped out of surprise at my sudden forwardness cupping a hand over her mouth, then slowly lowered it.

"Boy, you really serious, ain't you?"

I tested the waters with a peck on her cheek as I squeezed the one cheek in my grasp hard with a sense of ownership. I didn't go further facially but allowed two fingers to slip under the material of her navy blue shorts fully cupping half of what was about to become mine.

"Why is this shocking; don't you know what you look like? Do you have any idea what you're working with and how sexy you are ma'am?"

"Sexy?"

"Yeah, turn around." I started taking light control over the situation handling her hips softly facing her towards the wall again until I was directly behind her.

I stayed on the move tugging her shirt up finding her lower back with it well defined line down the middle denoting her spine. There was a wealth of aged stretchmarks there about her waist likely descending in a moire across what was definitely somewhere around forty-five inches. Her breaths, telltale huffs of air indicated possible escalation.

"Duh, that's what you wanted to see boy; you gonna pull my shorts up into my butt?" Mrs. Walton sounded nervous as I traced the rounded outer curve of her hips.

"If you say I can; but I won't do anything if you don't want it ma'am. I'm sorry, but you're making me so horny right now, but I'll be okay if you don't believe me Mrs. Walton." While I was talking I took a chance allowing the business end of my hidden member to poke right into the center of her butt. She gasped lightly feeling my urgency. I drew back finding that I'd indeed given Mrs. Walton a wedgie. Her butt was eating her daughter's shorts from the middle.

"Believe you?"

"You act like you're some old lady and I don't know who told you that, probably my dad because he just wants to keep you all to himself instead of fighting other guys for you. I'd hate to think you really feel that way about yourself when I'm standing here right in front of you ready to prove him wrong."

My hands slid up her sides covering her small deflated breasts over the cotton material of the green tee covering her torso. I found some really hard nipples waiting to be handled. I rubbed them between thumb and forefinger making Erica Walton's mother emit this throaty gasp as she pushed her butt into my crotch.