The Hired Gun Ch. 02 by mondotoken,mondotoken

CHAPTER TWO:

Featuring: Auntie Esther (Mz. Giggles)

The following morning saw me back out on the track pretty much at the same time as the day prior running. I had an uneventful evening working on social media for my site and some of my talents. I had an invite for a cookout with my cousin Jaquan, but bowed out when he revealed his daughter Daisy would be present. After finding out the toddler had an I.Q. of 147 and had been trolling her own father surreptitiously for probably two years, I found it was hard to be in her presence. She was pretty much a clone mini-me of her infamous mother who’d given me hell for almost a year. There were also other qualities to this kid that made me uneasy. I still had the weird drawing she’d given me one afternoon.

Rashida Sikes aka Thunda, my marquee star for the site finagled me into a blind date with her friend Delia. Turned out she wanted to test out her new body after weight loss surgery and a heavy gym regimen that left her with this ridiculous figure and a butt that nearly matched Rashida’s, slim, thick to the max on the bottom-heavy side. We engaged one another, even filming a scene after I found myself an unwitting sneaky link. Delia had this lopsided explanation for her unfaithfulness that rubbed me the wrong way. The resultant scene sat in my online vault and one portable hard drive as insurance that her long-suffering husband would be the recipient of some reciprocal behavior, for the time being at least.

“ON YOUR LEFT!” Someone female with a raspy voice shouted loud enough to make me flinch and slow down on my morning run.

This woman blew by me like a runaway freight train giving me a sense of DeJa’Vu. She was running as if she were in a relay race giving me a rewarding view that sent jolts to my crotch. This dark-skinned sister had an incredible pronounced pear shape and the most distinct “Ass to Waist” ratio I’d seen in a long while. I hate to say it, but she was neck in neck with Rashida Sikes physically, but a margin off due to her legs being shapely, but overly defined. This woman was the epitome of the old “Coke Bottle Shape” trope. My eyes zeroed in on her big meaty badonkadunk encased in a pair of hot pink, yoga booty shorts. Her upper half was matching in a running shirt with a hoodie attached as I drew parallels.

“ON YOUR RIGHT!” Before I knew it, she’d run by again making me shift to my left and pick up speed. Her voice was angry sounding, matching the face I got a fleeting glimpse of as she zoomed by a second time.

A day earlier I’d been running the track on my usual workout when another specimen blew by me in similar fashion. This was a different woman, but I found myself unsure as I ran after her just to get a closer look. Whoever this woman was; she was no slouch comfortably outpacing me a few feet ahead close enough to look, but not enough to address her without compromising my breathing. Her huge cheeks were eating up those yoga shorts as she ran giving me a good look at her mouthwatering ass.

“ON YOUR LEFT, DAMN NIGGA!!” She blew by me again hitting the corner as I got a shocking glimpse of her face in profile finding that she was a mature woman with this angry scowled face. It drew comparisons to the expression on Mr. T’s face, young Mike Tyson or Deyonte Wilder. Any thoughts of making the hard sell to this woman flew right out the window as she ran up the same hill but stopped with her hands on her knees huffing.

I ran by slower than before, noticing her staring like she wanted to put a few bullets inside me. This was a “cover your ass” move to make it look like I was legitimately working out as I ran by her doing my best not to stare. I rounded the far end of the track getting the sense she was lingering there watching me as I approached the bend.

“YOU’D RUN BETTER IF YOU WEREN’T LOOKING AT ME, BOY!!” Her voice was nasty in a challenging hood manner making her words hit like a thrown brick. She turned and disappeared over the hill before I reached her completing the cycle of DeJa’Vu.

“Wait a minute.” This woman had disappeared in exactly the same spot as the other a day earlier. I stopped walking it back drenched in perspiration with my hands on my waist breathing hard.

Right over the hill, I found a burgundy Jeep Grand Cherokee pulling out of the same auxiliary parking lot rather slowly. My brow furrowed at the mystery as I took a seat on the grass watching it disappear from view.

Thoughts of Rashida filled my head making me jokingly think I’d found a long lost relative of hers. I almost called her up but caught myself. The last time we saw one another I had a meltdown in public when this noob insulted my deceased girlfriend. She’d stayed by my side throughout even though we were arguing on and off that morning. I thought about the two mysterious women for a minute wondering if I should’ve hollered at either before my mind’s eye settled on Mrs. Gilbert, uh Angela.

I’d received a “hall pass” from Charity Gilbert who implored and basically ordered me to show her mother a good time for an afternoon. In hindsight, I considered it a shit test given by a now former FWB which I promptly failed. There was no doubt something else was at play between the women, mother and daughter. I wasn’t privy and I wasn’t going to pry. Instead, I was going to wait for the other shoe to drop or for Mr. Gilbert to evict me. I recalled the nude portrait of her in Charity’s old room which prompted a potential love interest to grab my business to see if I was aroused. I passed that shit test.

Until then, I wanted to work, and it seemed like MILFS were the order of the day after this run-in as I got behind the wheel of my car, also courtesy of Mr. Gilbert. I followed the same path out of the main parking lot on the other side of the park to strains of “Magic Mona” by Phyllis Hyman.

I’d decided I was going to make some content today, most high willing.

“What’re you doing calling me up, boy?”

“I can’t call you?”

“Well considering you all a calling the “bat line” this morning; you either want some tail or you wanna film yourself getting some tail, am I right boy?” Her thick accent made me smile as I sat in front of my laptop looking at some footage on my editing bay.

“You don’t like money?”

“I got plenty of cash; that Arab fella keep my purse filled all the time.”

“So, when’s the wedding Auntie?”

“Somebody wants a whupping today; is that what you want boy? I told you I ain’t moving to no Dubai. When that sheik wanna get some, we meet at one of the hotels he owns over here in the good ole US of A, understand? By the way, he loves your site, maybe he might want to partner up or go into business with you.”

“BULLSHIT!”

“What I tell you about cussing at me?!”

“I was just happy Auntie.”

“Happy enough to get a paddle on your mannish butt?”

“Okay sorry ma’am; so, uh that sheik really owns some hotels over here just to hook up with you?”

“I don’t know if he got them just to clap my cheeks, but yeah. Hooked up with him last month when he was in town for a business meeting. Everything’s cool after I sign the NDA and everything; never told him I used to do legal work so he don’t know I can read them contracts real good. You can never be too careful with these menfolk. I heard them stories, you know?”

“I can’t speak on it ma’am, but did you hook up with him in town?”

“Yeah why?”

“…well.” I shrugged tapping away at my laptop.

“So, I guess it’s filming yourself getting some tail then, huh boy?” Auntie Esther chuckled.

“Well, Mz. Giggle’s fans have been dying for some new content and I think we should oblige them; what do you think ma’am?”

“I don’t have a problem with it, but your uncle done thrown my wigs out. We had a row last month when he got to sniffing around my business. Thought he was gonna hire that private eye fella but didn’t know I had that shithead on speed dial. We had one of them uh, Mexican standoffs where I said I’d spill about my shit if he did likewise. Still waiting boy, still waiting and I’m building up my exit fund with that sheik fella.”

“You didn’t drop my name, did you?”

“What you take me for, huh boy? Last thing I want is for you to be dragged through divorce court airing out my old dusty drawers in front of the public. Way I got it figured, if it hits the fan, I’m ghosting him and signing the papers in absentia. He ain’t gonna cop to cheating on me when he goes on his little “fishing trips” and I ain’t asking no more, so that ass hat is just gonna have to lump it when I go on “Girls Nights” every now and then.”

“So, are we a go for today?”

“As long as you don’t show my face, I ain’t got a problem with it. I’ve been kind of bored lately anyway and I ain’t been giving your uncle nothing because I know he is getting it elsewhere.”

“Uhm, think you can get a hotel room, while I take care of everything else?”

“Hell boy, I can snap up a presidential suite if you want.”

“Sounds good; so, Esther, guess what we’re doing today?” I was glib at the chance to shoot some new content after an extended hiatus.

“I’m getting some tail and I’m filming your tail; but first we’re going on a mission.”

“Mission?”

I considered my Auntie Esther by marriage, a special guest star talent on my website. We had an odd relationship after I’d accidentally discovered her nascent status as a gold digger making camp in my uncle’s life. Most of the family thought she was a bubblehead idiot for putting up with his shenanigans and extramarital excursions i.e.,” fishing trips “which usually included my father formerly the black sheep on his side of the family because of his cheating on my mother who was mostly held in high regard. Now that I’d been outed, he was shuffled to the back of most family sewing circles in favor of his wayward son (me) who was quote, unquote, a godless pervert. I didn’t socialize with them, never had so it didn’t matter.

Auntie Esther and I had a “fair trade” deal that was mutually profitable, and I was responsible for her slush fund of sorts after posting some footage of her online. Besides her passing resemblance to Macy Gray, my aunt by marriage boasted a cornfed figure and stats of 46-38-60 while approaching her forty-eighth year of life. There was no doubt she was “packing a lot of back” which was usually on display in the pocketless denim shorts she liked to wear around the house much to my uncle’s pride. Auntie Esther was his trophy wife of sorts and didn’t have a problem with being paraded around at the cookouts he held every now and then.

Privately, his wife was a random member of my lineup known as “Mz. Giggles” thought by most to be a vintage model outside of her sugar daddy from overseas. This was accomplished by the filters used on her content and a vintage wig she’d worn in the inaugural shoot. It was a last-minute editing decision meant to further obscure her identity that paid in dividends with scores of clueless fans thinking the footage was archival. After that initial shoot, Esther just traded private content with her sugar daddy online exclusively.

“Yeah, I want to make something special for your fans.” I was looking at this monochrome pic of her standing in the corridor of my uncle’s house facing away from the camera.

She was wearing her vintage “Peg Bundy” wig, an old school checkered apron, a pair of spike heels and nothing else. The sunlight filtering in from the other side of the corridor added to the “legitimacy” of the pic making it feel like something found in a trunk in somebody’s attic. The comments section as well as my aunt’s private life encouraged me to keep the audience thinking the posts were found footage. I intended to keep that line blurred for as long as she wanted. It enhanced her innate allure.

“Well, I guess I’ll just have to put myself in your hands.”

I chortled making her words a double-entendre.

“Watch yourself boy.”

Hours later I was sitting in the mall checking my email sitting right under the escalator at this fountain. Back in the day I’d chided one of my talents into coming out in public partially to get the woman out of her shell and for a more ambitious shoot. I didn’t want to fall into the trap of making hood porn with a cheap look and redundant setup. It was the beginnings of a creativity that would flourish afterwards making me a target for an economic grift hidden behind an obvious honey trap in the person of a feme fatale and scammer with a genius level IQ.

“Ow, hey lady…oh, it’s you! What’re you wearing?” I’d been hit in the arm with a big blocky handbag by my aforementioned auntie who’d decided a disguise was the order of the day.

She’d decided to wear a big floppy denim bucket hat along with some blocky looking shades that made her nose look pinched and already big lips, even bigger. The rest of her was covered in a black paisley trimmed peasant blouse, denim blue lace jeans and some flossy wedge sandals. Humorously, Auntie Esther decided to wrap this natty looking beige sweater about her wide hips in a futile attempt to hide her big shelf-like monster butt.

“I’m being uh, incognito boy.”

“Why?”

“Just in case; your uncle been riding my bumper all fucking month and this morning he up and left without saying a word. Thank gawd we use burner phones, and I got the bill going to my PO Box. If I’m gonna get busted, it’s gonna be on my own time. I bet he’s been itching to catch me with my drawers down so he can use that fucking prenup not to pay me shit. I wanna hold out until I find out who the prospective new wife is gonna be so I can give her a two piece before I go.”

“Whatever, let’s go.” I got up walking ahead of her towards the opposite side of the floor making the troubled mature half run after me.

“So, where are we going?”

“To get you a new look auntie; I think it’s time Mz. Giggles got an upgrade for this next shoot.”

Off near the northern exit of the mall facing the parking garage was this lingerie shop that catered to older women. It popped up a few months prior when the mall was in financial straits, but word around the campfire was the area was in the midst of a rejuvenation due to its recent purchase by a big box retail chain and some gentrification of the surrounding area. Ironically the store was a few feet from the now closed clothing store where Charity Gilbert formerly plied her trade as a manager.

It seemed like ages ago the young Ms. Gilbert blackmailed me out of a hundred dollars or more and serendipity that we ended up in this sort of relationship. Charity never made any bones about being malevolent self-identifying as “Evil” while helping me out on occasion when we weren’t in bed. Some would say my presence in her life was transformative for Charity and her father, William. Now she was some states away resuming her life as it would have gone if not for her own obsessive-compulsive hubris.

“You gonna buy me some drawers?” Auntie Esther asked too loud for my comfort as the two rotund women owners chortled at the cash register. We were quite the odd couple perusing the aisles of lingerie and other unmentionables.

“More like an ensemble; we’re going old school all the way.”

“Because I’m old?”

“No; I have an appreciation of those old vintage men’s magazines. I have an appreciation of your rubenesque figure that is obviously shared by all of your admirers.”

“Are you calling me fat?”

“Esther, you’re built like a brick shithouse, OKAY?!” Both of the mature women at the counter found this amusing enough to approach us offering some assistance. One of them, a graying blonde with her own oversized pear shape named Myrtle was especially friendly towards Esther, but I doubt she realized the flirting as her short haired business partner and wife picked out a few pieces.

It took a minute, but I settled on a vintage bra and panty set with the conical bra that would work wonders on Esther’s semi-solid breasts. My mature charge was fitted with a black corset and attached garter belt ensemble along with some seventies era appropriate heels.

Carnie, the short haired associate and the more “butch” associate of the two turned out to be a revelation in the wig department accessorizing our fashion haul with three good wigs. I replaced Esther’s old bouffant Peg Bundy wig with a new one indicative of the feathered hair look of the late Farrah Faucet on Carnie’s recommendation alone. The remaining two were the classic beehive and a pop afro wig of red hair which matched her redbone skin tone.

“You really get into this stuff, huh?” Esther asked as we sat in a booth having lunch at the upstairs food court.

“I want my content to look good uh, as high end as I can manage on a budget. Back in the day after I figured it out, I knew I didn’t want it to look like other urban sites, I guess ghetto. Esther I never thought I’d be doing this as a side business, much less making a profit.”

“And you’re not wasting the money either; I was surprised you’re not rocking swag, or an expensive vehicle. That tells me you’ve got a good head on your shoulders, unlike your father.”

“We’re on the outs, and he threw me under the bus again.”

“You didn’t do nothing to him, first?” I looked up from my oversized slice of pizza realizing she was in the know. One of my father’s regular haunts was my uncle’s house and this news made me bristle inside.

“Eh, he can’t talk.”

“So, you didn’t go up in that man’s house and mess all over his woman, with drugs and everything?” Her accusatory tone told me dad was using me for clout.

“I didn’t have any drugs; Erica was doing that shit on the down low. She was getting it from somebody at her gym; and I ain’t talking to her fucking ass anymore.”

“So, you really did get mannish with his girl, huh boy?”

“Did he mention that Erica is the daughter of his former girlfriend Babbs, uh Mrs. Walton?” Esther raised a brow which made me look away burying my face in a cup of soda.

“That’s your father; ain’t you supposed to have some loyalty to the man that made you?”

“He threw me under the bus.”

“So, it’s okay to go round messing with his women; and yes, he told your uncle about the mamma too. Said she called him up full of fire when her daughter told her about his new woman. They got to yakking back and forth, so she just let him know that you was “MORE MAN” than him. Now, that was a really low blow, boy.”

“It’s complicated.”

The look on Auntie Esther’s face made me feel like scum of the earth for an instant, then she snickered in her own country way making me eventually chortle. The innate hypocrisy of it all was right there in our faces considering the “business arrangement” we currently enjoyed under her husband and my father’s noses. Like my start in the business, this happened out of nowhere when I caught some punks trying to peek at her while she was getting dressed to probably go out and cheat on my uncle who was himself, likely a cheater too. Both of us had receipts on one another should things go sideways between us.

“Complicated huh; that Babbs woman got a big ole’ tailbone like me, don’t she boy?”

“Hell no; but I did think about putting that apple on my site for a second. Ain’t no way I’d do it because as you can see, the bitch snitched me out. I was even trying; it was uh, complicated. Fucking Erica used me to get back into the house with her mother after she got kicked out for screwing my dad.”

“The more I listen, the more you come off like your daddy. Now don’t get mad at me, I know you boys are feuding right now. Got me some cousins back down south in Missouri that I can’t stand myself and always seem to put hands on when I’m there, so I get it. Sides, your daddy ain’t no angel either. He used to hawk the shit out of me back when I first married your uncle, boy. Thought I was going to have to tell on him, but I guess it tapered off cause he found somebody else in his eye.”

“My dad came at you?”

“Not directly, but we had words when he tried to be slick in the kitchen at one of them parties. I was at the sink, and he called himself slipping by me to get something outta the fridge, but his thang rubbed up on my butt when he had more than enough room to get by.”

“Oh, how did that turn out?” I chuckled suspecting the answer already.

“Slapped the hell outta his face with a wet dishrag; I was ready to put two to his chin and get my pistol, but he started talking all slick about how it was an accident. Told him to get outta my face with that shit and he ran back to the yard like a scalded dog. Part of me felt like your uncle put him up to it cause we had words later that night. Your daddy told him about what happened in the kitchen, but made it look like I was acting out of turn.”

“Yeah, that’s him alright.”

“Then I found out my hubby was having me followed by some dumbass private investigator guy; I kind of suspected it, but then got things confirmed when I set a trap for that fool.”

“What’d you do?”

“Drove a few blocks over because I kept noticing this fucking shitty ass Ford Maverick lurking around the house, especially when your uncle wasn’t around. I thought about mentioning it to my man, but then the neighbor came round to my house talking about seeing it too. So, I set a trap for that negro.”

“What kind of trap?”

“The only one that matters; a honey trap.”

“Honey trap?”

“I used what I got to get what I wanted; I put on some cutoff daisy dukes, got out in front of the house making a spectacle of myself acting like I was watering the lawn cause I knew he was checking out the booty. The guy was always pulling up real slow driving by just ah checking me out like I wouldn’t notice, and once he popped up when I went grocery shopping, the fix was in at that point. Put out the sprinklers on the front lawn, then got into my SUV and drove down to my neighbor Kevin’s place parking in his driveway.”

“Why’d you do that?”

“I knew the McCarthy family was on vacation up in the Poconos, so I wanted to make that numb head think I was cheating with the white neighbor; like really give him something juicy besides my ass to look at. I even got out and walked to the front door making sure the cheeks were on full display knowing he would get real excited. Then I acted like I couldn’t get in the front door and footed it to the back yard and hopped the fence. I ran two houses over to this vacant colonial, then snuck up on that fool in his car with his camera out and everything.”

“What happened next auntie?”

“Gave him the same deal I gave you boy; right on his boss’s bed too. Bronc busted the buster that afternoon; even though he was riding me, I was riding him mentally. Now he works for me or he’s losing his fucking license and catching a case. I put him on your uncle and found out about his goddamn stepping out. It’s a shame cause he gotta use that blue pill and even then, it only gets hard sometimes.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t divorce him.”

“Me too boy; if I did that, we wouldn’t be sitting here today about to get into something. You gonna do me like you did that girl’s mamma?”

“What do you think baby?” My hand was resting on the swell of her huge country stuffed donk. Esther had this dirty smile on her face as she took a deep slurp from her foam cup of diet cola.

I slipped a finger into the waistband of her pants finding a thong wedged deep in the crack of her monster ass. She just looked back at my hand under the sweater wrapped around her hips. Her face was hidden from the bridge of her nose up, which gave her a unique look that gave me ideas. I slapped her butt in that booth making it do this watery jiggle before withdrawing my hand as she noticed something in the distance.

“You’d better hurry up and uh, take me to that there hotel or I might get snapped up, boy.” Esther said before taking an extended slurp on her straw.

“Huh?” She motioned with her finger drawing my attention to my immediate right.

I found a familiar face staring back blankly surveying us. It was Andre, a former acquaintance through one of my past talents and occasional friend with benefits. Comedically known as Andre 13.5, this almost brainless dupe had stabbed me in the back through no fault of his own and was the catalyst for his girlfriend’s horrific personal drubbing and hazing until she broke in dramatic fashion. He’d become a pawn because of his oversized member, hence the 13.5 designation. I’d inadvertently cuckolded the goof myself upon our initial meeting but done my best to pay it forward. My attitude towards him would’ve been a little different if he hadn’t got buck with me in this very mall, on one occasion.

“I don’t think you’ve got anything to worry about; he’s looking at me.”

“Ew.” Auntie Esther looked green around the gills as I got up taking stock of his work attire.

The man was still working at Hotdog on a Stick apparently. I knew his former girlfriend was now plying her trade along the east coast as a high-end escort after the dissolution of her working relationship with our former mentor. Apparently, Andre 13.5 was just a pawn thrown in the trash bin when he was no longer useful. My thoughts went to Charity gilbert again regretting that I’d failed to deliver this man to her as promised. Andre had been a classmate and student who she coveted because of his endowment, but his girlfriend at the time scuttled things before being run off campus academically.

The couple dropped out together and were basically inseparable up until he was taken and turned out over the course of eight hours. Later, he would give me the business verbally when I sought to make amends with him which inadvertently led to me meeting Charity Gilbert. His personal tragedy on both ends felt prophetic in that she was the glue or common denominator between them. She’d tried to indulge her proclivity only to be stopped by his lover and that history played into her undoing later when that weakness was exploited. I figured it was part of the reason his woman remained in Florida.

“Hello.” I greeted him statically.

“Hey.” He replied almost robotically which reminded me that he was mostly head cheese. Andre was standing there holding a push broom looking clueless. I started to wonder if he was looking at Esther when I traced the trajectory of his gaze across the floor to a repurposed GameStop outlet. There was a fire sale going on and people were milling about picking the place clean.

“See something you want, bruh?”

“Aw man they having a sale over there at the GameStop and I wanted to pick up a Nintendo Switch for my, uh son.”

“Why can’t you?”

“Don’t get paid until next Thursday, and that money gotta go to bills.”

“Says who?”

“The wife.” I was reminded of an oft talked about but seldom seen woman who was supposed to be his actual spouse. I’d have doubted her actual existence considering Andre’s simpleton status, but the former other woman, his woman Shawnee, spoke of her a few times.

Alright Andre, good luck man.” I turned to walk off to my booth and Esther when he called after me.

“HEY, I’M SORRY!!” He shouted, then resumed pushing the broom in front of his dead-end job. I stopped and retraced my tracks.

“Sorry for what?”

“Uhm, that one time I was uh, talking shit to you here at the mall. I didn’t mean it, but I kind of had something in my head that day and I was out of pocket. Well, uh, a lot of stuff happened since then, but I never got the chance to say how sorry I was. You helped me get some money for things I needed to take care of my family and I shouldn’t have ever talked to you like that. My wife used up the money on the card anyway, but I wouldn’t have had it weren’t for you.”

I’d never tell Andre that I’d reported his card stolen and kept the money like our former mutual benefactor taught me. It was right after he’d mouthed off to me, the day after I discovered the fate of his ex-girlfriend Shawnee via a stolen hard drive. This man was the spoils of war by a group of harpies literally stolen from his woman right in front of her face. I’d never had the nerve to post that romp which also included my enthralled cousin Jaquan. Four women conducted a “gang bang” on this nearly mindless stud to cement their pact and celebrate the theft of all my hard work at the time.

“Hey, it all worked out in the end, right?”

“I guess, but I’m still sorry.” I chafed on the inside at his earnest apology recalling the first day we met and the loose relationship he had with Shawnee which skewed in her favor most of the time. Andre was the first male performer I’d ever used in my content.

“So uhm, you were trying to get a switch, huh?”

“Can’t, ain’t got no money.”

“Hold that thought.”

I walked off to the store raising a single finger towards Esther who was sitting there watching, perplexed at the unfolding situation. It took me a good twenty-five minutes to snag one of the games which turned out to be the display model in the shop window. Andre’s push broom hit the floor when he saw the box in my hand.

“THANK YOU!”

“Hold on a minute.” I held up a finger stopping Andre from reaching for the box half turning away from him.

“Uh, okay.” He looked immediately sullen as I glanced over at my Auntie Esther who was looking at the tablet she used to keep tabs on her husband. I figured the equipment had been given to her in “fair trade” by the private investigator who served as her willing “mole” in exchange for the buns.

“Normally, I’d just give this to you; but I’m uh, different these days Andre. Make no doubt about it, I’m gonna hand this to you eventually; but uh, you’re gonna have to earn it.”

“Earn it?”

“Yeah, you know; like uh, the old days with some camera work.” His face dropped at my assertion.

“I don’t know about that; my old lady said I can’t do that stuff no more.”

“Serious?”

“Well, after she picked me up at the hospital, I had to tell her about that stuff and everything. She tried calling Shawnee because it was a bad influence on me, but she was blocked. The wife only lets me make stuff for her page and we share the money. I let her use it to pay the bills and my check from here too.”

“So, your wife has all of your money?”

“It’s our money.”

“Uhm, okay Andre.” I looked between his face and the box realizing this dude was in a perpetual grift.

“We just do shows like, a couple of times a week.” It sounded like Andre was backpedaling from his explanation of his shitty life.

“What kind of shows?”

“Uhm, you know…adult shit like getting naked and jerking off in front of a computer. Most of the time she jerks me off if they pay enough.”

“Who?”

“The people on there, uh fans; if they pay a certain amount, then she jerks me off in front of them. Mostly, they wanna see my thing, but a lot of them like it that way.” His explanation was making things worse as I stared over at Esther who was watching intently.

“The wife doesn’t uh, work with you on camera?”

“OH NO!! She’s a good woman and it would probably mess up her job.”

“What does she do?”

“Uhm, well she works on a computer for a bunch of places doing smart stuff. She keeps a computer in my room for our adult shit. Uhm, the kids sleep most of the time when we do it and they at school if we do it in the morning. I work part time here, so it kind of works out with the money and everything.”

“Shit.” I was about to hand him the game but held back at the last moment.

“Hey man, can I see a picture of your wife?”

“Oh, she don’t let me have no pictures to show around.” My brow furrowed, mind starting to race as I began plotting.

“Oh yeah, cool Andre; so uh, what’s your online name?”

“King Ding-a-ling.” I facepalmed covertly angry that I would have to step in front of the barrel again to make things somewhat right. This guy was a perpetual victim trapped in the body of a street level Adonis. The unseen wife’s influence read on his appearance as I noticed his hair was braided now. Images of him being groomed and eventually taken by the now dissipated “Ms. One” ran through my head as I glanced back at Esther who was still watching out interaction.

“Sounds like a mouthful.”

“Uh, you ain’t gonna watch that stuff, are you?” I threw up a little in my mouth.

“No Andre, no; hey what time you get off from work?”

“I can’t do that kind of work anymore.”

“What time do you get off work, bruh?!” I was more insistent.

“Three.” It was just before one in the afternoon as I looked back at Esther who appeared impatient. I was momentarily worried she would come over and make a cluster fuck out of negotiations.

“Hey before you go back to work, come meet my friend, Andre.”

“Uh, okay.”

I knew I had Esther at hello when she hurriedly went into her purse coming up with a compact but stopped short when we reached the edge of the booth looking at him with schoolgirl’s eyes. She looked like she didn’t know how to sit in front of him, not realizing the guy was clueless. Andre was tragically stoic to a fault as it looked like Esther considered getting up but settled down again.

“Hey uh, this is my friend Andre.” I motioned toward him as she audibly hiccupped before sticking her hand out to shake his with a limp wrist.

“UHM, AH NICE-I MEAN NICE TO MEET YOU MAN!!” Esther stumbled all over herself, almost falling over from the booth.

“Uhm, nice to meet you too miss.”

“ESTA!”

“Huh?”

“Uhm, my name is Esther, I’m his…!” My hand flew in front of her face waving profusely before she could let the cat out of the bag. Even though Andre was a noob, I knew better than to take chances.

He looked her over innocently enough.

“That’s right, we’re really good friends, platonic friends.” She was so enamored with him that I could swear I saw every tooth in her head when she smiled. Andre demurely chuckled holding the broom as I looked finding some of his female coworkers watching from a too busy counter. His manager didn’t look pleased in the least.

I knew he wasn’t going to be pleased in a few minutes as I got between Andre and Esther, making her reluctantly release his hand.

“Hey man, don’t worry about a thing; excuse us for a minute, we’ve gotta take care of something.” I prodded Esther to her feet, starting to escort her away from the food court. She looked irritated at being ushered away from Andre who stared with this blank expression.

“What now, you jealous or…HEY!!” I’d reached down snatching the beige sweater from around her wide hips exposing her massive, shelf like badonkadunk in all its glory in those skintight jeans.

“Hey, don’t worry about it; you’re gonna get him this afternoon.” I half whispered shoving the game console into her hands.

“HUH?!!”

“They call him Andre 13.5.”

“PARDON ME?!” Her eyes bucked and fluttered as she looked back over her shoulder to find Andre waving with a faint smile on his face. He likely thought I wasn’t giving him the game after all. He and everyone else in our wake were getting an eyeful of Mz. Giggles’ southern back porch.

“13.5 Esther, do the math.” My hand landed in the middle of that jiggling monster with a loud slap making it bounce like jello. We were at the edge of the food court next to the last booth as I noticed a shady looking teen I’d seen before in the past filming the proceedings with his phone.

“You’re my hero, bruh.” I got an enthusiastic thumbs up from the raccoon eyed teen which Esther took exception to raising her purse up with the intent of bringing it down on his nugget head.

“I’LL KNOCK YOUR SKAWNY ASS INTO NEXT WEEK PUNK!” I parried her hand taking the purse slinging it over my shoulder while encircling her narrow waist edging her forward. A group of girls in catholic school uniforms snickered at the exchange, a few filming as well.

“Cut it out, we’ve got to take care of two more things before we get to the shoot.” I reasoned, giving her waist a little pinch and getting a whack from the game console in her hand.

“You should’ve let me chunk him.”

“13.5…inches, Esther.”

“Are you serious?”

“You’ll find out today; and Andre has my pedigree, too.”

“What?” Her eyes registered his stats and my hint that the immediate apple of her eye matched my sexual acumen.

My auntie by marriage was herded into a makeup shop for some odds and ends, but my real intention was to have accomplished having her sit in the shop’s makeup chair for the free touchup offered by the salesgirls out front peddling various beauty odds and ends. I circumvented having a makeup person for the shoot at hand in this manner while calling Andre’s manager with the burner phone still in my possession. Esther wisely left her own pricey phone at home should my uncle think outside the box and use the “Find My Phone” option on his to discover her whereabouts. My android was in my car trunk.

I phoned in a fake family emergency to Andre’s job effectively springing him from work.

We were there to catch the last remaining piece of the puzzle. I had Esther posted up in his path presenting him with the console he desperately wanted, and an inviting touched up smile. Andre looked perplexed and annoyed when I explained what was done, offering him the rest of the day’s salary, the console, a new debit card and… Esther aka Mz. Giggles. I knew this guy like the back of my hand feeling like a Machiavellian character about to exploit his triggers.

I chuckled at Esther’s frustration after finding out Andre was a dimbulb while trying to talk him up in the backseat of my car as I drove out to the hotel. His chiseled stoic exterior hid a childish interior that she probably misread as I used his screen name to discover what had been going on since we last met. This unseen “wife” was fleecing the living shit out of the man on both ends premeditated all the way. I couldn’t reconcile that bullshit but wasn’t going to be truly altruistic. I saw an opportunity to make some good content with a trusted guy who knew how to work with me from day one.

It was fair trade, in my opinion.

“Hey, what’s up with this man?” Esther asked as we walked from the connected parking garage into the airport hotel she’d booked through her connections.

“What do you mean?”

“Is he touched in the head or something?” I chuckled at the question which came too late after they shared the backset. Andre was more interested in playing with his console than the thick mature sitting beside him with obvious interest.

“I don’t understand; I thought you liked him.”

“He’s beautiful, but like a little kid in the head or something; he ain’t even looked at me twice; all he cares about is that little video game shit. Most men I meet try to put a ring on it when I say howdie, but this negro is thickheaded.”

“Maybe women like you are the norm in his life; are you worried you don’t measure up?”

“Funny boy, ain’t you; maybe he’s gay.” I chortled even more as we walked to the elevator with Andre tagging alone engrossed in his game. His protestations were silenced the moment he was rewarded the expensive handheld console.

“You’re gonna find out.” I commented whimsically as the elevator arrived. I had to guide Andre into the elevator because he was lagging behind as Esther gave us a disparaging look. Andre glanced at her face visibly elated, rewarding Esther with a wink before concentrating on the screen in front of him.

My connected auntie secured a spacious presidential suite on the top floor which was pretty much a miniature house inside the building. I was informed this was the last location she hooked up with her “sugar daddy” from Dubai a month earlier. I was informed that this beyond rich guy wanted first dibs on whatever we did that afternoon. I’d bought some junk food, burgers and other disposable items sequestering Andre in a smaller side room to enjoy his game in private while I worked with Esther beforehand.

“Is he retarded?” Esther peeked into the small room through the cracked door studying her partner for the scene.

“Didn’t you ask me that already?”

“Well?”

“Get over here and get naked.” I was sitting in the spacious main bathroom getting ready for a glamor shoot. Esther doffed her floppy bucket hat revealing a scarf tied about her head, whacking me with it when I laughed. I was made to turn about until she put on one of the new wigs. She had no idea I left the camera on facing her as she shimmied out of the skintight pants covering her humongous cornfed butt but caught my reflection staring in the bathroom mirror.

“Man, you love peeking at me, don’t you?” I turned around looking at her having a bit of trouble getting the pants over the curve of her butt and opted to help her out.

“What, I can’t have a little fun, too?”

“You’d be having all the fun if you hadn’t brought along a doofus.” A skimpy pair of white lace panties had been eaten up into an epic wedgie by her dueling cheeks. The Brazilian undies complimented her weathered earthen tone of her skin and the visible stretchmarks at her hips and buttocks.

“So that means I can get a little fun?” I managed to tug her pants down encountering the full meaty ovals that made up her back porch. It was staggering in tandem with her cinched waist and overly wide hips. Some of her fans had a lively conversation about the likelihood that her small waist was the result of corset training.

“We ain’t even done nothing and you wanna get mannish already.”

“Can you blame me? If it will make you feel better, I’ll put on the chest harness while you use this chair on all fours. You can’t wave all this around and not expect me to hit it.” She flushed as I helped her step out of the pants at her feet one leg at a time.

“Wow, I got you that horny?” Esther glanced back, finding me stripping off my shirt bare chested.

The fortysomething knew I meant business bending over with her hands on the closed toilet. I felt a twinge of guilt looking at her posture which dredged up thoughts of Rashida Sikes, my usual muse. We had this running FWB gag where we engaged in sexual shenanigans every time, we encountered a bathroom.

“Here, assume the position on this chair.” It felt like a compromise using the chair I’d dragged into the spacious bathroom as I mounted the camera adjusting the frame for her proportions.

Esther knew I was in director mode following my instruction mounting the French styled chair on fours with her badonkadunk aimed at the camera on my chest. My hands parted her dense cheeks finding the natural chub rub there offset by the stark whiteness of the panties wedged between her buns. My point of view was the window for the audience to feel like they were part of the action as I groped, squeezed and pried them wide apart pinching the material to the side. Her openings were exposed, but I went further using my thumbs to spread her labia showing her fans the rich pink insides.

Esther flexed for the camera.

I inserted two fingers from either hand plunging her depths for the camera while the faint sounds of Andre’s game could be heard from the other room. I went a little harder starting to jill Esther off a bit earning a moan that carried in this haunting manner.

“Oh, shit boy, just stick it in me.” She didn’t want to wait another second.

This incredible motion ripple accompanied that first powerful thrust into her sticky confines followed by several more in equal intensity as I went hard from the outset clapping and beating her cheeks up in a mounted doggy style position. Her thong was stretched tight across her huge butt diagonally adding to the impromptu rutting Esther was receiving with extreme prejudice. There was this sort of bouncy, heated water balloon feel to her jiggling cheeks with each thrust making them flap and clap like butterfly wings.

We were at it ten to fifteen minutes while Andre happily played his game out of the loop.

“Aw, you’re something else boy; it was good to get that first one out of the way. Come on round here and let me top you off a bit.” I was still in the process of glazing her weathered buns to excess making sure to capture the money shot in its entirety.

“That’s gonna have to wait Esther; you’ve got to get ready for the shoot.” I opted to rub the rest of my pent up jizz sandwiched between her cheeks. A deluge of it poured out soiling her cavernous crack as my afternoon muse wagged her butt playfully watching the enchanted look on my face.

“I’m surprised you can restrain yourself.”

“I’ll catch you later right after the shoot; bet your big ass on that auntie.” I pulled down the detachable shower head before turning on the water making sure it was okay before herding her into the tub. The idea was to keep her makeup intact while getting some additional footage as well after setting up the camera on the sink top facing the tub. Esther would be captured from the bottom of her chin downward as she showered. After getting her set up, I walked across the suite checking up on Andre in the smaller room. He was reclining in bed still playing his portable game.

“HEY BRUH, WHAT’RE YOU DOING!” Andre nearly jumped out of his skin at the booming sound of my voice in director mode.

“Uh, playing…you need me now?”

“TAKE A SHOWER NEGRO!!” I pointed at the smaller bathroom inside the smaller room. He jumped up shucking off his clothes with the game still in hand.

“Hey man, don’t do that shit in front of me!”

“Oh, sorry.” He was standing there bottomless with his 13.5 inches on display without a care in the world. Getting that portable console seemed to approximate Christmas morning for my charge.

“GET IN THERE!! And uh, just wrap a towel around your shit when you’re done. I’ll come get you when its time.”

“Okay.” He pulled the sliding door to the small bathroom shut taking the game with him. Moments later, the shower started full blast leaving me alone with my third objective.

I retrieved his android opening it up to find his wife’s number quickly. I put his phone back walking to the other side of the suite to a dining room area having a seat in front of my main laptop setup I used the number to find her address and put a face to Andre’s oft mentioned but never-seen wife.

Her name was Dayna Jackson according to her social media.

She was this shady looking woman with a large main of frizzy black hair that looked like a lion’s mane surrounding her face. Her social media was mostly private leaving me with only her profile pics in most cases. This woman was exploiting him online and also fleecing out of his meager day job earnings. At least I honestly paid my talent for their work, so I was compelled to right the apple cart for this guy on some level after all he’d been through. I committed to bringing him back up financially and making sure he got the money for his hard work.

“Bingo number one!” I discovered Mrs. Jackson’s day job working payroll remotely for a faith-based company. She’d been working there for almost ten years according to the company’s online group that had been set up for employees to mingle and share the “fellowship” according to the posted information.

“Bingo number two!” Andre’s wife was running several side hustles that looked lucrative in-between fleecing the simpleton out of his bag. Most of them were connected to her main job adjacent and faith based which left a bad taste in my mouth.

“Mother-fuck-bingo number three.” I found her on several dating apps. This gave me the first full body pic of Andre’s old lady.

This sister was barely 4’11” with a decidedly skinny build which made her mature looking features and head appear somewhat oversized. Dayna looked decidedly rachet look including several visible tattoos. This contrasted with her professional aesthetic which looked phony as fuck with her wearing big blocky glasses and these old lady looking dresses that damn near looked like something from the Victorian age.

The dating apps were more liberal with her flashing some mosquito bite tits that were oddly well defined along with her legs which had a number of flower tattoos on them at the thighs. This was also present on her butt along with some sort of scripture tattooed on one tiny butt cheek. Despite her size, Dayna wasn’t a dwarf, just a very small, diminutive woman almost hobbit sized.

“Well, let’s put that on the back burner.” I strolled back to the main bathroom finding Esther in full “Mz. Giggles” mode really playing to the camera. I was reminded that a lot of the footage would be sent to her sugar daddy inaugurally while the rest would fall under my control per our business arrangement. I’d strapped on my camera walking into the room continuing what I started earlier pulling back the shower curtain exposing her fully.

“Oh, you came back for seconds, boy?” She looked glib, yet ready as I invaded the frame, hands only caressing and massaging her in the steam-filled bathroom, eventually turning her back to both cameras groping and wantonly playing with her huge back porch. Esther pressed her torso to the wet shower wall arching her back pushing her butt towards the camera, peach exposed.

She groaned as two fingers dipped inside her snatch working up the friction there by teasing her inner grooves. Her distressed whimpers made me hard as a rock, but this was business. Esther humped back into my finger led thrusts making her cunt slimy and soapy. There was a loofa sponge in her grasp and her front was lathery with liquid soap we’d picked up at the mall.

“Could you push down on my spot?” Esther liked the feel of my educated fingers on her secret spot and had become somewhat addicted to it during an afternoon romp that resulted in four scenes worth of footage. Her big redbone cheeks parted further as two fingers invaded barely grazing that peculiar bumpy ridge.

“Aw yeah, that’s what I like feeling.”

“Yeah Esther?”

“Do it harder, make me cum real quick.”

“Real quick?”

“Yeah, stop sassing me!” She was making a soapy, lathery mess of her abdomen and muff. I was getting dual shots with more than enough footage to edit up a blistering scene for her fans.

“AW YEAH!! AW FUCK!! THAS!! THAS WHAT I WUNT!! AW SHEET!!” My fingers audibly jilled the hell out of her cunt from the back getting immediate results as she began trembling. The spray added to the scene with splashes of water intermingled with her essence flecking on the camera.

“LIKE THAT, HUH BITCH?!!” Another finger joined in the fray digitally screwing the stuffing out of her box as she whined and started cursing like a sailor reaching that desperate climax which left her big jiggly, oval shaped buttocks shuddering. The sink mounted camera was positioned perfectly catching a deluge of her essence as I withdrew my fingers running down her inner thighs.

“YEAH!! AW SHIT!! I LIKE IT A LOT!! AW SHEET!! I LIKE IT A WHOLE LOT!! AW GAWD!!” Esther cried out in distressed yet euphoric tones reeling from the “Happy Ending” as the loofa sponge in her possession made an appearance bulging between her jiggling, wobbling thighs. She had this pronounced thigh gap that added to her country thick allure. My hand returned slapping the shit out of her right ass cheek several times in succession as she continued rubbing it out.

I gave it one last hard slap causing this awesome motion ripple.

“DON’T MOVE!” I shouted briefly, planting my palm between her shoulder blades while she was still vertically faceplanted against the shower wall masturbating furiously. It was a gametime decision.

I quickly managed to jack out three thick ropes of jizz making a mess of her enormous shelf-like derriere. This seemed to excite her so much that my auntie by marriage started earnestly twerking getting this loud wet clap along with visible splashes of water from the shower spray.

“Turn around Peachy.” Esther turned with her back to the wall, mouth hanging open with her big, cow-like tongue hanging out, legs spread wide apart.

“AWK!! AWK!! UH!! SHEET!! MUTHA!! AW FUCK!! YOU MEDDLIN ME SUM-THIN FIERCE!!” Facing me, it was easier to get my fingers inside directly on her g-spot working the fortysomething into a dribbling, drooling mess for all of three minutes until she popped. The camera captured her incontinence.

I let it run without word or direction, leaning into the shower gradually turning off the spray as she slid down the wall sitting in the tub. Luckily the wig on her head was untouched by the water as she huffed, regaining her composure. Her long, sort of jowly countenance was hidden from the eyes up by the fake hair leaving her nose and big decadently painted lips on display giving an idea for her online alter ego. My wayward Auntie Esther looked just like a live action version of that Muppet, Janice from that old show.

“You good?”

She nodded, starting to adjust the wig on her head as I switched off the recording checking it with a sneaky chortle to myself.

“Hey, can I ask you a question about today’s shoot?”

“Sure boy; you done more than earned it.”

“Hypothetically speaking, if you knew you were going to get caught someday, would you rather have this shoot be regular or something for the ages?”

“What’re you talking about?”

“Well, let’s say this…would you like to make something that’s gonna make your sugar daddy fly out tomorrow, or just jerk off to it and keep pushing?”

“Well geez, never thought about it that way; suppose I’d like to go out in a bang, I reckon.” She commented adjusting the wig on her head. Her thick southern accent threw most people off, which usually gave Esther an edge over them in a confrontation. Even I had to learn when I’d accidentally discovered the mature woman’s true nature.

“Alright ma’am, that’s what we’ll do today.” I helped er out of the shower making sure she was steady avoiding her attempted kisses to the cheek in order to keep her makeup intact. Esther didn’t usually wear a lot of makeup and it showed blatantly when she tried.

She steadied herself on the counter looking at me with a smirk before reaching inside her purse removing the tablet, she used to keep track of my uncle’s whereabouts.

“We good?”

“He’s still one state over thinking he’s fooling somebody.”

“You never get worried he’s going to find that GPS you stuck on his car?”

“I move it around, got it scheduled on my phone back at home on the charger; and before you ask, I change my password every fucking day on that too. I use random numbers and letters. He ain’t gonna know nothing until I want him to, and hopefully that’s not coming for a long while, boy.”

“I surprised you stay.”

“Guess we kind of grew on one another; I can’t imagine not seeing him in my life. I just let him be with his cheating and all because we met under dubious circumstances too.”

“I get it.”

“You wanna get it?” Esther looked at me with salacious intent obviously wanting more, but I just gave her a pat on the back nodding towards the vintage black bustier corset hanging on the towel rack. She didn’t say a word when I tossed the seamed black stockings on the counter in front of her from one of the shopping bags. She instead did me one better by also pulling a bottle of body oil from another bag.

“That’s not fair.”

“So.”

“Hold that thought baby.” I gave her butt a hearty pinch getting a greedy handful. Esther reciprocated with a tug on my junk with her strong slightly calloused right hand.

Across the suite, I found Andre in bed playing his game again wearing nothing but a towel like I’d asked.

“Hey bruh.”

“UHM, I WASN’T GOOFING OFF! I WAS WAITING FOR MY CALL!” His startled reaction made me feel unwantedly parent-like as I waved him off from getting up from the bed.

“Chill man, just do me a favor and get under that comforter with it pulled down just above your junk. You can play as much as you like then, but you better toss that fucking switch when I knock on this door, okay bruh?”

“Sure.” I watched him get under the blanket as instructed rolling it down just below his navel. It was my intention to give my wayward aunt a bit of shock and awe before hitting her with the boom, sexually speaking.

“Hey, one more thing.”

“Yeah.”

“When we come in here, I want you to act like you’re sleeping.”

“Why?”

“It’s called acting motherfucker.” I pulled the door up, walking over to the bathroom where I found Esther just finishing up with the seamed stockings.

She offered me the black lacy panties allowing me to help her get dressed stealing little touches grazing my semi-hard erection with her knuckles. It was a miracle I was able to keep my composure as I helped her into the black corset. Her large breasts were accentuated by its conical cups giving her the perfect old school look out of yesteryear somewhere in the seventies.

“HEY!” Esther was surprised when I placed the floppy wide brimmed bucket hat on her head. This left her eyes hidden with the wig as an extra disguise underneath.

“Trust me.” I got an encouraging pinch on the cheek.

I got her exposed parts slathered in body oil creating a glistening masterpiece and my first full character. With her features partially exposed, Esther was one of two original creations on my site next to the eponymous Ms. Hate. The photoshoot that followed stoked my creative fires as much as her curves as she did her best to approximate a runway model in certain areas of the presidential suite.

The end result was staggering as we concluded the first set of pics which I now intended to put behind a pay wall. I gave her a touch up with the body oil before rapping on the outside of Andre’s door.

“OKAY I’M SLEEP NOW!!” He shouted like a goof.

I facepalmed looking at Esther.

“You sure he’s not retarded?” She asked again, frankly.

“Get in there.”

Esther looked at me with only her nose and big plush lips visible, but I imagined she was looking at me with furrowed brow underneath that big bucket hat and wig covering her head. The French styled door to this smaller room was cracked allowing her to peek inside. It became apparent Esther was interested nearly losing her hat in the process if she didn’t palm the back of her head keeping it there. She glanced at me again with her mouth hanging open.

“Go on, it’s okay.” I waved at her filming everything handheld. I’d mounted a small camera inside the door right above Andre’s head during a break in the photoshoot.

Mz. Giggles, while a cartoonish parody of a that aforementioned Muppet, was nonetheless a visual treat on a few different levels checking off a number of boxes while likely adding a cosplay element to those geeks with a discerning eye. My auntie’s obvious prurient interest in Andre 13.5 was off the chart the moment she laid eyes on the mental innocent. I’d set up a surprise for both knowing his immediate past and intense sexual grooming by the former Ms. One. He was never the same afterwards.

Neither was I; we were her creations after all.

Mz. Giggles was an original creation of mine; a work in progress.

She timidly pushed the door open, finding him there faux sleeping with his head sort of propped up on a pillow facing her. The comforter had been folded into a rectangular strip across his crotch leaving the rest of his muscular, chiseled body on display. I could already hear this fortysomething cougar breathing heavily as her hands grabbed the doorframe, arms outstretched steeling herself. I was intent to let nature take its course and film the results for a blistering PPV on my site. Mz. Giggles rubbed her muff.

The reverse shot of her curvy, ridiculously bottom-heavy figure in vintage lingerie had an effect on me as well as she measured her steps inside the small bedroom. Her hands were running all over the front of her body cupping and squeezing a breast through the conical cup hiding it from view. Her opposite hand was cupping and rubbing her mound. My auntie glanced back again with this look as if someone would stop her from having this man. This added even more to the shoot as she inched closer to the bed like she was afraid he would disappear in a poof of smoke.

Mz. Giggles planted a knee on the edge of the mattress lightly touching his exposed foot with a pointer finger. She flinched when I moved slightly drawing her hand back as if burned. It took her a few seconds to plant both knees on the bed, kneeling. Esther was truly taken aback by Andre’s chiseled physicality moving cautiously getting down on all fours, first flattening her palm on the mattress half leaning with the other hand light tracing a finger along his calve from his ankle just below his knee. He flinched again but she leaned across his body planting her hand on the opposite side of his abdomen looking back again.

From my point of view behind my auntie, I got the mother of all money shots that I intended to use for the trailer. Mz. Giggle’s huge badonkadunk filled the camera perfectly framed capturing it in its entirety. It was this impossibly huge fleshy heart with ink black satiny material covering her juicy peach. Her orangish redbone skin tone was affecting my judgement, but I worked through the nagging erection begging me to impale the shit out of the buns. The roundness of her hips and thighs along with the deep cavernous gluteal cleft made my decision to go old school, a fateful one as I snapped some more pics.

She hovered over Andre looking over him like a lioness stalking her prey raising a hand right over the strip of material covering his crotch. Mz. Giggles didn’t seem to know what to do with herself visibly conflicted between running her hand over his pecs of going for what she truly wanted. There was no doubt in my mind about her choice. She was his, at hello quite obviously. I was just there to film the result to make our collective bags. Her hand landed at his side again as she leaned in for a closer look at his face for a few fleeting seconds, then withdrew rearing back kneeling atop the back of her calves.

The comforter was snatched away with a magician’s flair exposing his manhood.

“What-The-Fuck?” She whispered barely audible but caught on camera all the same.

In short, my Auntie Esther aka Mz. Giggles discovered the reason he was called Andre 13.5 in short order. She found herself looking at his third leg which covered his navel with enough to spare laying on his back. Her hand hovered above his endowment visibly trembling before she managed to steel her nerves.

“Oh shit.” She whispered again running her pointer finger along the slowly thickening shaft then sticking it in her mouth with an audible slurp. It sounded like she was licking cake batter from a bowl or something.

Before I could even register that movement, his endowment was captured between thumb and forefinger pointed toward the ceiling as her big plush lips engulfed the oversized crown albeit briefly. Mz. Giggles drew back using the rest of her fingers sliding them up and down his thick uncircumcised shaft with these quick tugging motions as his full crown emerged from its fleshy hood. A lot of people, particularly Andre’s online fans often floated the erroneous rumor that his member was enhanced or fake. My auntie was getting an up close and personal finding out the 13.5 was all too real and accurate.

Her movements became more labored with an added flick of the wrist getting his full length to unfurl with the reddish-purple spade shaped head of his cock on full display right under her hungry lips. Auntie was a big healthy woman from Missouri and her figure spoke to the lineage leaving her with dense ham fists, however feminine. I think it was the first time I’d ever caught Andre 13.5 on camera getting hard other than his recorded grooming by Ms. One. A third of his endowment was captured in her fist with the remaining two thirds spilling upward like some fleshy lance.

The upper half disappeared between those fat lips, enough to be a slightly above average cock on another man with way more extra left over. This time she was all in on Andre’s business with hungry moans and wet syrupy slurps. I knew I picked the right disguise watching her slightly jowly cheeks invert with these sustained vacuum level soapy slurps. This got a long yawning whine out of Andre who still had his eyes shut tightly, probably due to my stern instruction beforehand. His shaft fattened even more sprouting a lattice of veins as her hand jacked and caressed him to nirvana.

Nature was truly taking its course right before my eyes as Mz. Giggles got progressively sloppier. Foamy drool was starting to run down his shaft getting intermingle with her stroking fist which was taking him from stem to stern with her grip becoming tighter by the minute. I started to drift into the small bedroom getting better coverage as she spread her thick legs wider apart, really getting into it. Andre’s defined abs were undulating as his head rocked horizontally, feeling it in his bones.

“Aw.” A single, very muted encouragement escaped the lips of my tragically stoic male talent.

It wasn’t much, but way more than what was needed fueling Mz. Giggle’s actions further as her hand slid further on the downward strokes with a bit of sexual flair open fingers cupping his oversized balls. It was an odd movement with the fingers closing back into a tight fist as she stroked towards her impassioned bobbing maw, slurps and moans getting even louder. More frothy saliva was running from those big, inflated lips of hers making her jacking fist a sticky mess.

“AW!” This second long bit of validation turned her fist into a blur of motion as he started to squirm and move his legs involuntarily.

I focused on Andre’s face as it twisted into this ugly grimace while her head dipped and bobbed sucking like her life depended on it. I smirked remembering my aunt questioning his mental status when he didn’t act as she expected. For all intents and purposes, she was looking to make an indelible impression on the apple of her eye. I didn’t doubt for a minute that she might be able to hit his triggers, remembering his mental break under the repeated verbal and sexual drubbing from Ms. One a while ago. I knew what he was capable of doing, but Esther was putting on a clinic.

“UT! UT!! UH, MISS!! AW!! AW MISS!!” He sounded distressed as the slurps and stereo quality sucking filled the room. Mz. Giggle’s hand was an absolute mess dripping with foamy saliva mixed with Andre’s copious precum. I could tell he was getting close, so I started panning in with my camera.

“AH!! AH!! AW MISS, YOU!! AH!! I MA BUST!! I’M GONNA BUST!! AH!! BUST A NUT!!” It looked like she was trying to twist and unscrew his huge cock off as more drool covered her fist and his shaft.

“OH!! OH!! AW!! AW MISS I’M BUSTING!! I’M BUSTING!! AW!! MISS I’M CUMMING!!” Mz. Giggles kept it up stroking him hard from stem to stern adding repeated pops of her big lips as he began filling her gullet. His cock looked swollen to the max with the veins at the bursting point. I could hear my auntie gulping his copious seed. Some of it ran from the corners of her mouth soiling his saliva slickened pubes. She shifted over at his side using both hands with one stationary squeezing and massaging his wet balls.

His right leg was twitching and shivering out of control as Mz. Giggles collapsed on his left side in a resting buddha position adjacent to his hip still in possession of his oversized cock. Her hand was casually stroking his shaft making the skin even tighter. Something struck me odd as I noticed Andre’s exposed head fully extended from its uncircumcised hood with some oily spunk leaking from it profusely. I trained the camera to her face which was still obscured from the bridge of the nose upward.

She truly was some lazing lioness playing with her food taking notice of me for the first time since she entered the room.

Her free hand dug nails into the plunging neckline exposing one breast, then the other letting both hang out resting on his right thigh before staring into the camera. Andre’s chest was heaving, abs still undulating reacting to her feathery touch. Once both tits were fully out, she pushed it into her cleavage still looking at me, then the other shoe dropped.

Mz. Giggles opened her mouth a little drooling a literal stream of Andre’s excessive jizz coating his member and her slowly jacking fist. She took things one step further slapping it in her cleavage getting visible splashes of watery cum. Some of it was running off her chin as she cradled his giant prick in her cleavage for a slow sensual tit fuck still looking into the camera. Andre’s face was coated in glistening sweat.

His legs shot up, but she pushed down on his legs flattening them against the mattress as she rubbed some of the excess spunk on his balls rubbing and squeezing them. Andre’s hips arched up off the bad into her grasp almost whacking her in the face with is left leg trying to accommodate her. Mz. Giggles damn near had this guy running in place on the mattress as she played with his monster cock alternately giving his balls a greasy looking and sounding massage. My auntie was enjoying the hell out of herself.

“AW SHIT THAT FEELS GOOD!! MUH!! MISS!! I WANNA!! I WANT!! WANNA EAT!! YOUR PUSSY!!” This was only the second time I’d ever seen Andre 13.5 break and lose his composure. Originally, Ms. One had the sole distinction after an afternoon of excessive grooming and repeated one sided tryst with her basically fucking him silly until he finally shattered. My auntie’s skills were top notch.

It seemed like this is what she was waiting to hear as she confidently mounted his muscular chest and torso pushing her huge ass into Andre’s face assuming a jockey’s position. I couldn’t wait to review the footage being captured from the camera mounted over the bed. His head was hidden from view by her butt as she spread her legs wide knees bent, soles framing his addled noggin.

“THAS FEEL SO GHUD!! UH!! UN-SHIT!! MISS!! SUCK IT MORE!! UT!! AW SHIT!!” The rest was muffled as she pushed down on his face subtly bucking her wide hips. From my vantage point, his endowment was resting deep in her cleavage with the tip hidden by her big puffy lips.

Mz. Giggles wrapped the lower half of his monstrous endowment with her breasts, nipples facing outward. Her meaty nubs were almost circular on either side of his straining erection. Her moans were loud and labored as she slurped and sucked on the exposed head of his manhood, a woman possessed. Her big tits slid up and down his shaft intensely while her fingers pinched and rolled her own nipples. The syrupy sounds were staggering enough alone giving me the bright idea to start the inevitable trailer off with a black screen and audio before the big reveal of her dominating Andre 13.5 orally.

In short order I realized Andre’s own loud masculine sounding slurps were joining the fray as she started to react huffing and moaning before going into a series of lilting whines that nearly made my ears ring. Her huge butt was already rolling and bucking into his hidden face, eventually grinding down hard on it in intervals. Basically, Mz. Giggles was fucking his face while partially throating his cock. There was probably no way she could take the whole thing orally. That honor went solely to his former girlfriend, Shawnee Thompson aka Ms. WTF.

Mz. Giggles hands jointly slid down his elongated shaft until all her fingers were cupping, almost clawing into his sack leaving the crown of his cock exposed and wobbling. She started flicking her long cow tongue on the slit in its head, lapping at it intermittently sucking it playfully. It looked as if she were enjoying an ice cream cone lapping at it for a few minutes, then sucking as hard as she could manage until he screamed into her cunt, eating his last meal. Andre’s moans and labored cries made it sound as if he were being tortured. On cue, Mz. Giggles slurped up the big bulbous head of her cock vacuum sucking with her jowly cheeks inverting more than before.

“AAAH!! AAAAH!! AW SHIT!! FUCK!! AHM, CUMMIN!! I’M CUMMIN AGAIN!!” Andre was screaming to the rafters with his normally baritone voice degenerating into a series of gurgling coughs as he humped up into her mouth going over the ledge.

This made for an arresting visual as his jizz exploded in her mouth while it was clamped down solely on the head of his cock audibly slurping that and nothing else. Her weight was the only thing holding Andre down to the mattress as he flopped wildly about, orgasming hard. Mz. Giggles held on for dear life popping and grinding on his face jacking his meat in both fists, moving opposite directions frenetically.

Her mouth opened; big lips pursed drooling a sustained stream of their intermingled juices coating his member evenly. Her hands were a sticking jacking mess of blurred motion encouraged onward by the man’s blissful cries and muffled mewling. It was just plain nasty and just what the doctor ordered.

Mz. Giggles slid down his chiseled chest and six pack abs hovering over the head of his member but hesitated to look at me waiting for a cue. I took the opportunity to focus on the tip of his crown poking her slit. Andre was still whimpering and wiggling his feet as I gave her the nod.

“AW SHEET!!”

My auntie was unprepared for the complete and utter stuffing of her box with extra to spare. I barely registered Andre’s simultaneous yelp of pleasure as she assumed a position akin to a gargoyle, both hands planted on his knees. She slowly reared up revealing more of his cock obscenely stretching her labia apart for the camera. Mz. Giggles nearly lost her disguise but got her bearings reaching up adjusting her floppy bucket hat keeping her eyes hidden from view.

It was Esther’s moment of clarity, humorously. I barely stifled a chuckle, keeping the camera tight on their warring parts as she slid down with a few inches still exposed.

“OUCH!!” It was a moment too late as Andre’s large mitt sized hands landed on her buttocks in dual open-handed slaps that sounded like a whip strike.

Before she realized it, he’d captured greedy handfuls of her thigh meat already bouncing her big ass on his cock like a trampoline. The atmosphere was immediately disrupted when she let out this gobble sound as her butt mashed and bopped, changing a variety of shapes from the impact. This brought back memories of Andre giving his mentor and drubbing for the ages after snapping mentally. Ms. One got the business then and now Mz. Giggles was getting that and then some.

Her head dipped low between his outstretched legs hidden under the large bucket hat as Andre ran drills in her pussy. The audio was off the charts making it sound as if someone were bouncing a wet basketball in the room right next to the camera. A stream of unintelligible gibberish was flowing from her gaped mouth in a drooly freestyle. At some point everything was being stuffed inside her snatch making me worry that she would be noticeably “resized” when my uncle exercised his “marital” currency.

Mz. Giggles reared up arching backwards with this deep curve in her lower back with a hand raised high in the air waving like a flag in the wind. Her other hand reached down trying to go for his equally oversized balls but failed as the bouncing reverse cowgirl got more frenetic. This turned out to be a bad idea when Andre captured her wrist in one of his big hands, almost yanking her down onto his body like a living mattress. I couldn’t tell what was going on in the entanglement of flailing limbs and body parts for a moment. Her free hand was cupping the back of her head like she was a bronco buster.

“GOT YOU NOW MISS!!” Andre 13.5 shouted in this sexually deranged tone making her shriek.

Now with both of her wrists captured and drawn backward, Mz. Giggles was obliged to lie flat atop Andre fully lance with base of his cock and package hanging out of her box obscenely exposed to the camera. He was yanking down on her thick meaty arms while simultaneously arching up off the mattress driving his monstrous dick into her snatch with the force of a freight train. This resulted in her big thick cornfed legs hovering bent in the air splayed apart to the camera.

“OH SHEET!! OW GAWD!! GEEZUS H!! OW BOY!! YOU DOING DA MOST UP IN THERE!!! OH SHEET!!” I inched back knowing what was about to happen from experience. My wayward auntie was about to squirt, for lack of a better term. I’d already made her squirt earlier across the suite in the master bathroom. Now here I was watching her sitting and bouncing on what amounted to an oversized little league baseball bat, wilding out like never before. Andre didn’t make things any better with his crazed laughter. This normally stoic brother sounded like a true brute in every sense of the word.

“YOU STIRRING IT UP SOMETHING FIERCE!! YOU IN MY GUTS BOY!! I’M GONNA!! I’M GONNA SPRAY!!” Mz. Giggles and her stud Andre 13.5 were making it hard for me to keep my composure. They looked incredible and at once hilarious together. My auntie was bouncing all over the place, finally going over when her head rocked backwards like it would fall from her shoulders. She started whooping, loud.

Three very visible explosions of moisture erupted out of her stuffed pot followed by a steady stream cascading down over Andre’s business. This seemed to energize him further as his muscular arms wrapped around her abdomen with her breasts spilling over his folded forearms. The man was simply gutting her cunt to oblivion. Her mouth was open with that big cow tongue hanging out as I feared she might have passed out. The upper half of her face remained hidden under the wig and floppy bucket hat as I stood up, concerned.

“Andre, cut.”

“Huh, oh okay.” He stopped on a dime with his business still wedged inside her box.

“Hey, you good, ma’am?” She looked almost lifeless laying there on top of Andre.

She didn’t respond.

“Esther?”

She wearily raised her trembling arm giving us a thumbs up making me sigh with relief, facepalming.

“Aw shit auntie.” Her hand went to her muff lightly rubbing it, eventually finding his more than generous endowment protruding from her battered cunt like it had moved in there.

“Hey baby boy, do you mind unplugging your thang?”

“Sorry miss.” Andre apologized gingerly rolling my auntie on her right side into a spooning position before pulling his dong out of her blasted out holiest of holies. His monster cock made an appearance between her thighs right below her mound. She encountered it again with a sigh and weary chuckle.

“You sure you good girl?” I asked again, filming her lying there on her side facing the camera.

Auntie Esther aka Mz. Giggles thumbed it again like some punch-drunk coed.

“So uhm, what’s next?”

“Huh, what’re are you talking about?”

“It’s just a question.”

“Fuck you want me to say; like, I’m going to Disneyland or something?” Esther was a bit surly post coitus.

I chortled, which turned out to be infectious, with Esther joining me moments later as Andre’s hand appeared just under her armpit cupping a breast. His greedy hand took liberties squeezing and playing rolling the nipple until she reacted just as his cock started grinding between her thick thighs.

“What’re you doing down there, boy?”

“Uhm, trying to cum.”

“YOU DIDN’T CUM?!!” Esther’s eyes bucked as his other hand appeared under her other breast squeezing and kneading it. Her lower half was moving with his labored thrusts fucking her thick thighs.

“Nuh, no miss; can I cum please?”

“Aw shit boy, you got me fucked up downstairs.”

“Uh, can I rub it, just like this? It, feels really good miss; you don’t uh, mind if I just do it like this, do you? I like feeling you all over and I’m uh, I’m sorry for doing it too hard. Girls have a hard time with my dick, but you made me feel so good when you sucked me. I just thought maybe you could do it like my old girlfriend, because you was sucking it so good and all. She used to do that all the time, then I’d fuck her like I fucked you. Sorry I’m so big, miss.”

“OKAY!!…just, be careful with that thang, don’t try to be slick boy.”

“THANK YOU, MISS!!” Andre’s thrusts ramped up as he bucked and popped his hips with his large hands clawing into her breasts pinching the nipples. I could hear audible evidence of his rampant lust in these wet claps against her buttocks. Despite her protestations, Esther found herself rocking backwards in time with each of his thrusts.

It wasn’t lost on me that my auntie had him talking more than usual, way more expressive. Her head game broke the bank coming back to haunt her when she found herself sitting in what I’d decided to call the “Chair of Woe” going forward. They were really going at it working together as I got another idea ending the filming to walk across the suite to retrieve the oil from the master bedroom, before returning. Mz. Giggles was leaning into him at an angle in this deep spooning posture rubbing one out.

“Did you cum yet, Andre?”

“Uhm, nope but I’m finna do it real soon.” He sounded close making me anxious.

“Hold on guys, don’t cum yet Andre.”

“YOU KIND OF LATE TO THE GAME, AIN’T YOU BOY?!” Auntie interjected in a husky tone as I brandished the bottle of oil.

“You’re still on the clock; all I want you to do is lay on top of Andre face down still doing what you’re doing now. I just want to film it differently, for the cheeks; do you mind, huh Mz. Giggles?”

Andre took the initiative rolling onto his back with her semi-limp figure. The bulbous head of his member nudged her slit prompting Auntie to clumsily turn face down into his chest probably out of fear that he would press the issue.

“Hey man, push your junk deep between the buns as high as you can go. I want you to mash them cakes around your prick with the top sticking up like a fucking flagpole.

Don’t do shit until I give you the go ahead, bruh.” Her legs were splayed apart with his throbbing prick bobbing right under the lower half of her huge, elongated buttocks. Both of them were obliged to switch leg positions with him spreading his legs wide apart, feet planted flat knees drawn up. Mz. Giggles did the opposite closing her thick legs tightly, one folded over the other faced down leaving his pick sticking straight up between the cheeks.

“This what you were looking for, boy?”

“Just about, almost there guys; check this out.” I leaned over pouring a steady stream of the oil on Andre’s thirteen point five inches of female fandom. Her inner thighs and parts of her lower buttocks were slathered in the stuff before I was done.

“Aw man, that feels…” Andre was feeling it already while Esther shot me a disparaging look when I chortled setting up the shot adjusting the camera over their head mounted on the headboard. Getting the opposite side of the shot handheld was a must.

“Better hold on Mz. Giggles.”

“Aw shit.” Esther grunted under her breath.

“ACTION!”

Andre’s hands came slapping down on her cheeks in a dual clap that sounded like a thunderclap as he began bucking up shoving his prick into her thigh gap cushioned by her thighs and cheeks. He was like a fish taking to water using his mitts to mash her buns around the lower half of his endowment with more than enough to spare. I mused that a smaller woman would be able to sit on the exposed portion of his cock and fuck herself silly while he grinded one out with Mz. Giggles.

“AW SHIT, THIS FEELS…GOOD!! AW MISS, YOU GOT A NICE BOOTY!! IT’S SO SLIPPERY AND WET!!” Andre 13.5 was a fan.

“THEN GIVE ME SOME NUT!! CUM FOR ME BOY!! His bucking hips made her husky tone sound more labored as if she were running a marathon as I upped the ante pouring more oil into her deep crack.

“YES MISS!! I WILL!! AH!! AW SHIT!! MUH!! MUH!!” Andre bellowed mashing her semi-solid, almost gelatinous lower cheeks even tighter around his prick. Her labia was parted lengthwise by his labored thrusts making for an exciting visual composition of manic sexual frottage. His member was sprouting a thick lattice of veins signaling his incoming climax from the piston powered thrusts.

Mz. Giggles surprised me with a haunting series of moan which made me realize that his cock was grinding her prominent clit along with the entrance to her middle-aged taco. Her husky whimpers added to the atmosphere as she started to participate rolling her hips into his piston powered upward thrusts.

“OH BOY YOU MEDDLING ME SOMETHING FIERCE!! AW NOW!! YOU MESSING ME UP AGAIN!!” I couldn’t help snickering at her thick southern accent barely stifling an outright belly laugh as Andre finally went over in grand fashion with a loud hoarse sounding grunt that caught me off guard.

“UN! UN! AW SHIT!! UN!! UN!! I’M NUTTING!! UN!! UN!! I’M NUTTING!! MUH!! MUH!! MOMMY!!” I was caught off guard by his screaming orgasm which sounded like he was being tortured with a hot poker. Geyser-like bursts of cum exploded from the head of his cock as he phonetically grunted out each powerful thrust up between the huge cheeks with strong ropes of jizz erupted from his oversized crown. I was nearly hit with some of his spunk which flecked on the camera lense as he thrust upward towards the ceiling pressing and mashing her cheeks around his pistoning endowment.

“THAS RIGHT BA-BEE CUM FOR YOUR MAMMA BOY!! GIVE ME DAT NUT!! WAX MAH CHEEKS FOR ME!!” Mz. Giggles southern accent and matronly tone poured out as she tightened her legs around his endowment at the root going one step further grinding and rolling her hips into his desperate thrusts, essentially fucking him back with just as much passion. She was wringing his cock out like a boss bitch.

“MAMMA!! MAMMA!! MAMMA!! UN!! UN!! AW SHIT!! AW SHIT!! I’M NUTTING MAMMA!! UN!!” Something just snapped inside Andre as he finally cresting arching as hard as he could between her thick, weathered thighs holding it at the height of that last upward arc with copious rivulets of cum running down his huge extended monster cock, until it was over. He flopped down on the sweat soaked mattress completely spent letting his arms flop at either side while she cooed and whispered sweet nothings into his ear. I inched closer getting an overhead visual of the aftermath of this coupling.

Mz. Giggles huge butt looked way bigger than it actually was in this prone position atop Andre 13.5. His spunk was splattered all over her big orangish redbone cheeks, prominent stretchmarks and all with most of it radiating from the center of her deep gluteal cleft outward looking like modern art. Some of his jizz was pooled in her lower back. It was a tiny puddle of gooey cum. I managed to catch a shot of her snatch glazed so much that I wondered if I should take her to get the morning after pill.

“You done real good, boy; you made mamma really happy with all this cum on my big ass; I might keep you after all this good loving you done put on me today. Yeah, you got a lot in your pocket, boy.” She punctuated this statement with a big sloppy kiss on his lips and pecks to his roughhewn jawline.

Andre snored loudly.

He’d passed out, dead asleep.

“Cut.” I mumbled chortling at her surprised expression as she reared up elbows on his pecs staring at his unconscious features. In moments, Andre was snoring loudly. The small bedroom was a mess and smelled like a stable.

“Aw shit.” Esther commented wearily, turning her head in my direction snatching off the floppy bucket hat and wig exposing the stocking on her head. She looked punch drunk.

“Are you okay auntie?”

“Guess I am going to that there fucking Disneyland.” We both ended up chuckling as she rolled off Andre’s inert body onto the floor with a heavy thud.

She crawled into Andre’s bathroom as I left the room for my editing bay on the table in the main part of the suite. There was no doubt the resulting scene would be fire, but I was already hamstrung due to the fact that Auntie Esther’s sugar daddy wanted access to it first. Andre’s snores reverberated through the presidential suite as I started editing together the blistering blowjob that started off the scene.

“I can’t believe this, but I’m jealous.” I chortled fifteen minutes later as she appeared walking across the suite back to the main bathroom which contained the second lingerie set and her clothing.

“You got me first, boy.”

“So; I had to hold back so that your makeup wouldn’t get messed up. I didn’t get none of that bomb ass head you gave Andre.” I replied faux pouting looking up at Esther wrapped in a towel from her armpits to the tops of her hips. Nothing was hidden from view with her body on full display with the towel little more than a curtain for her wares.

“Are you being greedy?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, I was all into my uhm, character in there with that man; thought you’d like to see me being all sexy on camera. Heck, I’m surprised you didn’t just join in if you all hot and bothered, boy.”

“Business first, right?”

“I guess; that boy of yours really got up in my guts today. I ain’t had it that good since right before I met your uncle. I’m gonna have to duck my husband for a few days, I’m so sore.”

“Gee thanks.” I went back to editing focused on the screen after she’d discounted our experience together. At the end of the day, Andre 13.5 was still walking around with a baseball bat in his pocket.

It took her a few moments to figure out the unintentional burn.

“AW NOW, COME ON BOY!” Auntie Esther went into “rug sweep” mode walking over, looking as if she were about to plant a kiss on my forehead.

“Don’t.” I raised a hand stopping her in her tracks a foot away.

“You know I didn’t mean nothing about you; it’s just, that you’re different than Andre because…”

“A reality check every now and then never hurt anybody.” I replied working intently.

“Well, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it; we’re here solely out of coincidence anyway. If it weren’t for some kids peeking into your bedroom window, Mz. Giggles wouldn’t exist. Hey, it’s a business arrangement first and foremost, right Auntie? Your sugar daddy in Dubai is probably gonna have somebody kidnap you after he watches…OH!! Hey, I wasn’t trying to guilt…Ah shit, aw man Auntie.”

She was on all fours blowing going right into the seasoned sloppy top. She was nude kneeling on the damp bath towel formerly wrapped around her zaftig figure.

“Just be quiet with all that crap talk coming out of your pie hole; let an old girl make it up to you. I put my foot in my mouth sometimes and forget that I gotta be fucking accountable too. Sides, we gotta use that other lingerie set you bought me real nice, and everything, boy.”

Syrupy slurps filled the suite as she vacuumed her jowly cheeks bobbing her head in my lap with a machine-like proficiency. We both knew it was purely consolation, but I couldn’t deny her skill and didn’t want to, no matter what my ego was ruefully saying. Esther lurched forward horizontally taking me from stem to stern several times in succession before holding it there fully engulfing me whole until my head dipped backwards. She knelt upright between my thigh with two fingers wrapped around the base of my cock long stroking me. She leaned forward letting a stream of drool run from her mouth slathering my prick.

“Bet you like that now, don’t you?” The rest of her fingers came into play jerking and tugging with a twist of the wrist until I went over in dramatic fashion.

“Damn auntie, you’re so good.”

“Oh, wanna get yourself a country girl now, don’t you boy?” I laughed avoiding the question suddenly thinking of my sanctioned tryst with Charity Gilbert’s mother out of the blue recently. The woman’s own daughter called in that favor for reasons, still unknown. I saw parallels in Mrs. Angela Gilbert and Auntie Esther. Suddenly I was thinking of the odd purposely awkward head I got from Charity’s mother.

“You’re taken.” Her eyes went wide as I found the right answer to the question.

I was immediately throated in time to blow several ropes deep into her stomach as she remained on all fours between my outspread thighs like a piece of furniture. Her big plush lips framed my girth.

“Aw, I think you’re just feeling a lil bit jealous of your friend I put to sleep back there.”

“Yup.”

“Oh, you just admit it?”

I laughed tapping my semi-erect cock on her lips until she started sucking it wantonly rewarding me for making her the center of attention. There was no doubt Auntie Esther was always my uncle’s trophy wife and I never would’ve known about their marital problems if we hadn’t ended up together that fateful afternoon. She never made any bones about her feelings for him, even admitting the shady circumstances under which they met. Her recent sugar daddy overseas added to the story in that she was exposed. Auntie Esther, aka Ms. Giggles, could’ve left my uncle high and dry but didn’t.

“Damn, you young men are so energetic; I’m used to putting it down and reading a book while your uncle snores. He ain’t been touching me recently, probably saving himself for his side chick.” She was rubbing my fattening length on her right tit tapping it in intervals.

“Why don’t you talk about it?”

“I think leaving things the way they are, is probably for the best. Can’t stand all that arguing and shit, and going through the courts is a pain in the ass. We’re up in age boy, sometimes it’s cheaper to keep her; ain’t you never heard them say that about us women?”

“I ain’t ever heard a woman say it about women.”

“But you’ve always been looking at my ass, right?” She called me out playfully rubbing the underside of my cock between her breasts.

“I take the fifth.”

“Oh, okay.” Esther got up turning about planting her big butt in my lap as if giving me a lap dance, then looked over her shoulder.

Her huge ass bobbed on my business a few times before I slid inside her confines. After that, auntie let her weight do the rest planting herself fully on my crotch. I found her looking back at my face again with a chortle before wriggling her butt playfully. I reached around cupping the undersides of her breasts, flicking her thick nipples. She swatted my hands away standing up revealing my erection at full mast.

“This is work, right?” She playfully booped me on the bridge of my nose with her pointer finger.

“Aw shit.” I scratched the back of my head as she slinked off to the main bathroom leaving me with a tragic case of blue balls.

My uncle met her during a time when she in-between jobs after running afoul of a higher up in her profession. It was a time when he’d recently been enriched by his late wife’s insurance policy and was looking to stunt. The two were at similar points in their lives, so the stars supposedly aligned for the lovers with her initially moving in as a live-in sneaky link before graduating to full on trophy wife right around the time she had a dustup with a former ex-wife of his. All the times I’d visited with my dad, he always seemed to trot her out in front of everybody in a stilted dog and pony show. Yes, I burned holes in her big southern badonkadunk like many others in attendance, relative or not.

“Hey, stop daydreaming and come over here and help me with my bra.” My Auntie Esther was leaning into the door frame almost striking a pose with the conical looking brassiere hanging from one hand.

“I think we’ve found your signature look going forward, auntie.” I snapped some pics of her from my seat and continued as I joined her at the door. She’d taken the time to reapply her makeup and one of the new wigs.

“Oh, is that right boy?” She turned around arching her lower back pushing her butt into my still naked crotch. I had to hand Esther the camera to get the multiple hooks at the back of the brassiere attached properly, sneaking a feel afterwards. We both snickered like recovering alcoholics who’d fallen off the wagon after a bar crawl as she reached back squeezing my package.

I squeezed harder enjoying the feel of the conical cups covering her large matronly breasts.

“Ain’t we working, huh?” She taunted.

“Aw, you know what to do auntie; get going and make sure your final stop is that big ass bed.” My fattening tumescence was tapped on her left buttock like some drumstick on a snare drum. Esther rubbed it under her palm against that ass cheek as I recaptured my camera starting to film.

Mz. Giggles aka Auntie Esther embarked on a runway walk around the edges of the wall in front of the camera. She was truly feeling it completely submerged in the character we created together the first afternoon we’d shot together. I’d stumbled upon the perfect way to present an accidental star for my site in the aftermath of a karmic hookup that paid dividends.

I was planning these new series of “found footage” for her fans and enthusiasts of thick matures. She sauntered over to a desk near the large window planting her fingertips on it looking back at me seductively. The swapped out floppy bucket hat and wig were replaced with a new mod styled beehive number in red that matched her earthen dusky pallor.

A pair of large, oversized sunglasses from the Mod era added to the walking fiction that was my auntie. It completed the look as she faced away lightly shaking her hips getting this gelatinous jiggle that probably would’ve made the current champ, Rashida laugh at its inherent clumsiness. She didn’t have to do much to make her buns clap, but there was no sound because of their softness due to age.

It was obvious she was waiting for me to come closer as she bent over the desk, palms flat on its oak surface in anticipation. I let the shot linger long enough to prompt Mz. Giggles to mutely twerk some more simply by rocking her slightly loose thighs which sent all kinds of incredible motion ripples across her huge cornfed backside. She kept it up while I mounted the camera on a tripod making sure it was lit properly. I reached inside the camera frame playing with it, squeezing and groping just generally being a proxy for the viewing audience.

“Ah think you might have to do something with that camera because you got me all turned up, boy.” Mz. Giggles didn’t react other than audible sighs and gasps until I parted her cheeks for the camera.

“You in need?”

“I’m in need boy; you gonna have to give me a few whacks with your pecker, or I’m gonna go back in that other bedroom and take mine from that fine young gentleman I already knocked out.”

“You want to get fucked that bad, huh?”

“Don’t play with me.” She playfully warned as I dipped two middle fingers inside, starting to get her amped up tapping on her secret spot. Her reaction was instantaneous and I’m sure the camera picked up the soapy sounds emanating from her already battered cunt.

“Aw shit.”

Her voice was slurred, audibly syrupy with a few light shrieks intermingled as I sank a pointer finger inside her backdoor. I began working both fingers in and out of her openings in dueling counter motions making the fortysomething sound even more distressed.

“Come on now, I need some attention! Ah, you are just so mannish with my fucking baby bucket and my backdoor. Give me some dick, I don’t mind where you stick it in; just see to my needs, boy.” Her voice cracked a little as she begged for sex. Her legs wobbled, knees almost knocking together as I digitally fucked and double penetrated her to distraction until she reared up on the tips of her toes.

“What do you need?” I was coy producing the body oil she’d used while preparing for the shoot.

“THIS!” Her hand captured my manhood right in the middle of my shaft already stroking outward away from my body.

I let auntie have her way with me as I slathered oil all over her buns rubbing and caressing, occasionally using slippery fingers deep inside to tease and tickle her special place. Everything was done in service to the camera as I got my perv on unabated and unfiltered. Mz. Giggles was creaming all over the place now bouncing lightly on the balls of her feet fucking my invading digits. I wanted to drag it out, squeezing her cheeks like oversized stress balls until they slipped through greasy fingers.