Maximum Badonkadonk Ch. 16 - Epilogue

"I don't know about this; it's been awhile since I wore these heels boy. Your father never really takes me anyplace fancy these days." Mrs. Walton returned moments after I'd lost my socks getting comfortable as she appeared using one hand balancing on the wall heralded by the clicking of those spike heels on her feet. She'd also taken the time to doff the green t-shirt in favor of a nice beige flesh tone brassiere fitting tight to her sagging boobs. It gave her a much needed boost adding visual glamor and youth to her depleted mams.

Mrs. Walton was looking towards the alcove for a few seconds before turning to find me bare assed on her couch with an instinctive furrowed brow as she started to grimace. The anger in her weathered face softened a bit as her gaze focused on my fist casually stroking my cock, then disappeared when she looked at my face.

"If you hadn't given me a good ole time. I'd be hard pressed not to take a belt to your hide for sitting on that couch like that. Nobody ain't ever sat bare assed on my front room couch, not Erica's daddy or even your father boy."

"So does that mean I can't fuck your brains out a whole lot more, ma'am? I mean uh, I really wanna see you walk around the living room in those heels before you come over here and sit on my dick. I'm so hard, it hurts Babbs."

"You say some of the darndest things kid." She actually wagged a finger in my face nude herself other than a brassiere and a pair of pea colored pumps.

Mrs. Walton dutifully walked about the living room giving me a show of sorts as she went to the window looking at the street below her elevated first floor apartment. The tall bushes just under the sill would obscure enough of her body giving anybody outside only the barest of glimpses at her brassiere covered chest. She continually glanced at me always finding my hand stroking my cock as I watched her bubbly, slightly cottage cheese looking buttocks. You would have no idea just how soft they were until you were hitting that ass from the back.

"You're really getting off on this, ain't you?"

"Honestly?"

"Yeah?"

"Ma'am I feel like jerking off on your butt right now, but I didn't wanna say anything and mess up the show." She started happily chortling getting more incidental confidence from my words as we conversed openly about sex.

"This is kinda weird and unbelievable; I never thought in a million years some kid would be interested in an old lady like myself, much less my boyfriend's son. It doesn't feel real at all; shit I'm surprised you didn't ask for a blowjob instead of having me walking about in my heels."

"Well ain't that disrespectful asking a grownup for something like that?" Mrs. Walton raised a brow at the mention however tactfully of her age.

"We're both adults here with you all in your twenties, right?"

"I'm twenty."

"Just twenty boy?"

"Yeah legal and everything; so that means we can do it as much as we want right ma'am?" Mrs. Walton's shoulders slumped as she handled her forehead with pressed fingers then cupped that hand over her mouth giggling into her palm.

"Don't you tell nobody about this!"

"I won't, now will you come over here and fuck me some more?" She was walking across the room the other way towards the alcove stopping on a dime to stare pointedly at me hand over her bust like she was doing the pledge of allegiance. There was never any doubt as she carefully walked around the coffee table giving me an up close and personal with the curly triangular patch of hair covering her mound. Mrs. Walton stared down at my hand casually stroking my member in these long slow strokes as we exchanged glances again.

"Want me to uh, sit on it?"

"Yes, that's exactly what I want Babbs." I replied spreading my thighs as far apart as I could manage.

Her latent clumsiness with the heels made things a bit ungainly as she got between my legs between the oak coffee table and the edge of her couch taking the time to turn around. Once her butt was facing me. I grabbed big handfuls of her softness spreading her cheeks apart looking at both openings finding that she was visibly experienced with anal sex. At this point I could tell having been with Rashida Sikes a plethora of times in this manner including several other women. Mrs. Walton planted her hands on top of the coffee table.

"You sure do like looking at it, don't you?" I couldn't tell if she assumed this posture willingly or possibly to stop herself from falling over.

My hands went to the rounded upper portions of her hips pulling Mrs. Walton downward into a sitting position on my lap. She used her hands on my thighs like the arms of a chair trembling slightly as the crown of my cock began to push into the meaty folds of her pussy.

"Ah! Ah shit it hurts! Ah, hold on a minute boy!" She winced and gasped a few times rising up leaving the head of my member embedded at first, but then tried to stand.

"What's wrong Babbs?"

"You did it so hard, it hurts cause I ain't used to all that wild fucking. It's stinging a little. I'm afraid you've put my hole out of service boy."

"Which one?" Mrs. Walton looked over ger shoulder down at my face finding a raised brow, then comedically made a waving gesture with her hand gasping wearily in silent acquiescence.

Erica's long suffering mother surprised me by getting on her knees between my thighs after more clumsy movement sucking me off either to prepare herself or finish me off. Her technique was different as she encircled my member with thumb and forefinger right under my balls above my taint. The tip of my crown disappeared between her lips. I squirmed a bit when the tip of her tongue pressed against the slit on the head. She bobbed timidly with just the upper half covered making me quickly fit to be tied.

"OH!!" Mrs. Walton's cheeks inverted hard as she slurped creating this intense vacuum suction squeezing tightly just under my sack actually doing this pumping motion like she was taking my blood pressure.

The midpoint of my shaft went criminally neglected until I palmed the back of her neck driving more into her mouth. Her tongue appeared looking wide, cow like lapping the underside of my prick in these darting movement intermingled now with more traditional head. She made the most of her limited range of movement but ultimately frustrated me with its inconsistency.

"Sit on it Babbs; I need some of that ass please." Mrs. Walton gasped and gurgled as I leaned forward handling her sides at her underarms. She turned around with my hands squeezing her soft malleable hips getting into a sitting posture.

"UH, OH!! OH YOU'RE GOING THERE?!!" I slid into her velvety bowels spreading her cheeks wide apart. I crossed my hands in front of her crotch letting Mrs. Walton get settled full of my cock to the hilt. My hands slid upward encountering her covered breasts discovering the prominent nipples which I rolled and pinched mercilessly. This sent the mature sister into a frenzy popping and swiveling her hips in my crotch.

In a callback to her tragically similar daughter I hooked my arms under her knees scooting forward as I turned this mature into a wishbone plunging her depths. Babbs reclined against my chest letting her head rest on my right side. She began rolling and lightly popping her hips. Her weathered moans filled my right ear as I let my hands roam all over her chest and abdomen. I liked the feel of her brassiere covered tits and the way her nips poked into the silken material.

"OH BOY YOU'RE THUMPING THE BOTTOM OF MY BUCKET!!" She didn't say or do anything else when I rolled us into a spooning position with my back pressed into the couch.

Mrs. Walton's words proved prophetic because it felt like I was going much deeper than before probably because we were laying on our sides with her facing the coffee table. I was intent on giving her as good as her daughter got before her self-inflicted tragedy struck. This incidental MILF captured my arm just above the wrist giving me the impression that she thought to somehow control my thrusts but relented at the last moment.

She settled caressing my forearm while my other arm found a pathway up through her underarm allowing me to cup and play with her right tit. I liked the semi-solid feel of her buttocks mashing and jiggling from my bucking hips. Both of my hands ended up back over her tits squeezing them fully making this older woman moan and half hiccup from my incessant poking and prodding. My crown was thumping the back of her rear end like a police battering ram.

"THANK YOU SO MUCH MRS. WALTON!!" I shouted purposely into her ear making her flinch.

"NOW, NOW THERE BOY DON'T BE YELLING UP IN MY EAR!!" Her motherly tendencies and latent southern baked accent seemed to emerge when she was surprised or emotionally compromised.

Sorry you just felt so fucking good that I couldn't hold that in ma'am; lets change it up Babbs, I wanna see you on your hands and knees." While I was explaining myself I was already in the process of maneuvering us until Mrs. Walton was hunched over in a facedown fetal position with my hands firmly in possession of her squishy love handles. Her face was buried in the couch cushions. My cock was firmly stationed in her backdoor with the exposed portion just above the base visibly arching. Mrs. Walton let out this extended groan as I long stroked her.

"NICE AND SLOW!! NICE AND SLOW BOY JUST LIKE THAT!! THAS HOW I LIKE MY BOOTY FUCKED!! REAL SLOW!!"

Her comedic instruction notwithstanding, I methodically plunged her depths taking my time as she whined and groaned sounding like she'd been gutted. Her butt looked much bigger in this position mushy from age with a smattering of age induced stretchmarks that added to her allure for me, an avowed "ass man" bar none. Her knees were pressed together forcing her thighs into a forty-five degree angle leaving her peach "ripe" for the taking.

"Fuck it." My foot landed on the couch cushion at her opposite side with authority.

Mrs. Walton shouted something indecipherable as I went into overdrive taking her the way I wanted. Her butt jiggled, bounced, and changed into a variety shapes mashing into my pelvis. She started making these weird distressed sounds that reminded me of Erica the night prior. The sexually embattled mature rolled and straightened her back grabbing the arm and top of the couch rising upward raised her chin. I hooked all ten of my fingers over her shoulders. Her field of vision included the lamp on the side table and the front alcove where it all started.

"TAKE IT!! TAKE THIS DICK!! TAKE IT ALL UP IN YOUR FUCKING ASS!!" Mrs. Walton went into hysterics joyously shouting some affirmations in gibberish only she understood. Now I was properly busting her back out with style.

Both of her hand were on the arm of her couch nails clawing into it with everything but her shivering cheeks wholly rigid. A series of queefs filled the air as I clapped her cheeks to oblivion. One of her brassiere straps slid off the shoulder to the midway point of her bicep. Her sweaty buttocks got this loud audible clapping sound as I grabbed her thin neck from behind. Mrs. Walton howled in this manner that sounded like some kind of owl. I grabbed a handful of her hair.

The wig came away in my hand.

Her actual head was revealed graying low to the scalp with minute naps in proliferation on top of it while the sides naturally faded bare. I glanced at it for a second then looked at the cheap wig in my hand seeing the worn netting inside. I'd stopped giving her the business examining it with both hands brow raised.

"OH NO!! Mrs. Walton clambered over the side of the couch onto the floor in a blind panic nearly knocking the lamp off of the side table in the process. She half crawled a few feet rising into this hunched over position with a hand at the back of her head while the other covered her sex. Before I knew what was happening she'd run into the bathroom slamming the door loud enough to create an echo.

I looked at the wig again with that raised brow, then raised both tossing the wig on the table.

I rapped on the closed bathroom door with my knuckles leaning against the wall adjacent.

"GO AWAY!!"

"Babbs?"

"WHAT, YOU WANNA LAUGH AT ME?!! WANNA LAUGH AT MY BALD HEAD, HUH BOY!! THAT WHAT YOU WANNA DO?!! NUH, NOW YOU JUST GO ON AWAY FROM THIS HOUSE!! YOU AIN'T GONNA LAUGH IN MY FACE!!" Mrs. Walton was audibly inconsolable embarrassed at the reveal of her actual hair underneath, but I had other ideas.

"Open up." I knocked again.

"NO!!"

I glanced down noticing the door frame around the lock was sort of shredded looking. Someone had painted over it instead of repairing it leaving it unsecure. I needed to stick to the mission long enough to get proof to keep Erica off my back or all would've been for nothing. No matter what my reputation around the family was nuclear garbage but I needed access to that sex tape. To that end I gingerly planted my palm on the door then leaned into it. The door opened stopping abruptly because there was an old fashioned eye latch easy lock.

"WHAT'RE YOU DOING BOY?!!" Mrs. Walton shrieked.

Through the narrow rectangular bit of negative space I was able to peer into the bathroom in limited fashion discovering Mrs. Walton behind the door in her birthday suit still wearing the demicup bra. She immediately turned to the shoulder height mint colored tile wall behind her snatching a towel off the rack covering her head with it. Her hand was holding it to the back of her head leaving everything else on full display. Her cheeks looked positively exciting renewing my unrelieved passions.

"Babbs, you're fine; as a matter of fact you even sexier than before."

"YOU'RE MAKING FUN OF ME FOR BEING BALD!!"

"You're not bald; you just have short hair and its actually lined up real nice too ma'am. Who's your barber, I could use a premium cut Babbs."

"GET OUT!! GET YOUR FACE OUT OF THE DOOR BOY!!" She attempted to slam her hand into the door but my weight kept it from moving. Her soft, jiggly apple bottom radiated some motion ripples from the sudden movement. She was in great shape with these minute markings and a wrinkle here and there keeping her honest.

"Come on Babbs, you're cute."

"BE QUIET!! AND UN, I'M GONNA SLAM THE DOOR IN YOUR FACE!!" This time she tried to throw her weight into it not accounting for me already leaning into it at an angle. Mrs. Walton tried two more times stopping when she accidentally dropped the towel on the floor.

"Babbs." She went after the towel forgetting its matching partner on the rack ignoring me. Mrs. Walton dropped to her knees snatching up the towel draping it over her head like a wig when she glanced over finding a surprise.

"Oh my gawd; you're still ah, all solid and everything down there."

"You're sexy." My erection was sticking into the bathroom through the limited negative space, literally pointed at her face.

"What, are you some kind of freak or something?"

"No, I just wanna fuck you Babbs; please ma'am?" I pressed my pelvis into the door further extended my erection in her direction barely able to contain my inner chuckle at the absurdity of things.

"Maybe that's why you ain't got no girlfriend; you're one of them nymphos."

"What's that Mrs. Walton?"

"A SEX FREAK BOY; DON'T YOU KNOW NOTHIN?!!" She shouted making me snicker as my cock bobbed about in rubbery fashion inches from her face.

"Well ma'am, even if that's true can you say you didn't like it?"

"That's different."

"You don't like my dick Babbs?"

"That's not the issue boy; we're talking about your mental situation what with liking sex all the time and all. You gotta get yourself some help with a shrink or you're gonna mess up your life. You're handsome and everything with a nice dick... even know how to handle a woman just right...DON'T ASK ME NO DUMB QUESTIONS BOY!!"

"Babbs?"

"Uh, what now?" She sort of stuttered having never taken her eyes off my endowment.

"Suck it." This was my Hail Mary.

"WHAT?!!" Mrs. Walton shrieked again.

"Suck it Babbs, please."

A slight shiver visibly ran through Mrs. Walton's body as she stared at my penis intermittently looking up again at my face with the bath towel draped across her head. My vantage point allowed me to look down at her nude body in an overhead view appreciating what I could see through the crack in the bathroom door. You could almost see the wheels turning in her head faced with an angry erection ready to do serious damage.

"Babbs." I sort of cooed encouragingly.

The crown of my penis timidly disappeared between her lips. Her head bobbed under that towel as she gradually took more getting a perfect half of my length. The moment her lips touched my prick, I let out this exaggerated moan of approval that encouraged her to go a little harder eventually sucking wantonly enough that it was audible. I was done talking wanting to see if the rest of our hookup was going to be through a bathroom door, a modified DIY gloryhole. Mrs. Walton was on all fours starting to swivel her hips loudly slurping on my cock with increasing fervor.

Eventually her passion led her lips further along my intruding cock as her lips ran the gambit kissing the wooded door of her bathroom. Mrs. Walton crawled further getting into this perversely limited interaction between us with mounting fervor. A deluge of precum was running from my crown as she added a ticklish flick of the tongue on it even playfully nipping it with her teeth. This horny MILF was starting to forget herself rising up on her knees both palms flat against the door. When this didn't suffice, Mrs. Walton planted her naked buns on the toilet seat.

"Please Babbs, take the rest; I wanna feel your mouth on the whole thing." I moaned sounding sexually distressed while she sat hunched over on the toile with a both towel hiding her head from view. She slipped two fingers through the crack in the door managing to just graze my balls given the limited space available. I kept it up.

Her lips were kissing the door repeatedly with these audible hollow slurps accompanying her bobbing covered pate. Mrs. Walton seemed to be on autopilot encouraged by my moans and words of encouragement intermingled with her own mounting lust as I noticed a hand between her legs. I almost asked if I could touch her as well but figured it would break the spell giving her a chance to regain her matronly rationale. So, I kept moaning while she exhibited a machinelike precision. To that end, I pressed my need pushing into the door until it creaked under my weight.

"Oh, you're really feeling it boy, ain't you?" Mrs. Walton glanced up at my face holding the edge of that towel so that I could see her visage as some of my copious precum intermingled with her saliva running down her chin.

"MIZZUS WALTON!!" I manufactured an ugly cry face of my own demonstrated my need without further word.

"Oh my boy; I didn't know how bad you got it, here wait a second."

She reached up undoing the inside latch allowing the door to fly open. I was halfway over the finish line feeling the fire as my tumescence swelled up while my inner thighs seized. Mrs. Walton looked almost frightened partially stumbling backward on her haunches as I palmed her toweled noggin shoving the whole of my endowment into her mouth. The bottom third was still hanging out as I rutted about in her face until drool was running down into my pubic hair. I ended up with Mrs. Walton coughing and gagging until her teeth returned as a nonverbal prompt.

"OH SHIT MIZZUS WALTON!!" A thick wad of cum the back of her throat followed by several others all over her lips

The elder Mrs. Walton went into survival mode using all ten of her fingers in an intense pincer motion on the base of my cock jerking out the rest of my load. A gooey rope shot up the right side of her right nostril nearly getting in her eye as she tilted her face to the side wetting her cheek, then repeated the process on the opposite side tapping my prick there in a nasty display. Being an obvious completist, this meant my prick was then tapped on her pursed lips before she slurped it back inside sucking as hard as she could while I fired off several more blast of creamy goodness which she happily swallowed in audible hungry gulps.