I fucked the aunt and asked for her daughter's hand in marriage.

In all stories, the heroines are usually slim, with perky size 2 breasts, a thin waist, and long, slender legs. My plump girl, however, possesses full, size 4+ curves that sag slightly under their own weight, large nipples that harden at the touch of a man's hand anywhere on her body, a slightly noticeable tummy, a full yet firm ass, and wide hips. I met her at a corporate party for the company where my friend worked; he was the one who invited me. The event was at a cafe, and my friend disappeared somewhere among the guests. I started hitting on the woman sitting next to me at the table, who was much older than me but had incredible

curves. I admit, I love full-figured, older women. How they fuck!!! My hand was already on her thigh between her knee and pussy when my friend approaches, all worked up—"Why are you hitting on an old lady? I already fucked one girl, totally your type." I went to dance with her, pressed against her slightly, and my dick got hard. She felt it—"Thanks for the compliment in my direction; a dick always tells the truth. I'd like to reward it, but... where?" I put two and two together and went up to the bouncer, slipped him some cash—"Find us a corner." —"No problem, just don't leave the condom on the floor." He led me to some little room, apparently their break room—15 minutes max. I only needed 10. When I lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties, what an ass appeared. I quickly put on a condom—I always carry one just in case—her pussy was amazing, full labia, tight hole. Whether because her pussy was tight or from my sharp movements, the condom tore. I started apologizing, she said—"It's fine, you can cum in me today, I hope you're not sick." She took off the condom and sucked off the remains. —"Come on, I'll introduce you." When I saw her, holy shit, what a woman. Exactly the epitome of my dreams. She seemed to understand my state and, dropping all pretense—"What, mouth open? Liked what you see? I see your zipper won't hold up; let's go to the bouncer, slip him some cash." We went over, the bouncer took the bill saying—"The lady's popular, don't mess up." In the room, I laid her on the couch and buried my mouth in her pussy, tasted my friend's cum, but didn't pull away and brought her to orgasm, then made her cum more than once with my dick. While fucking her, I decided she would be mine. We left the room and continued having fun. By the end of the evening, my friend and I suggested continuing the party at my place. She agreed but said she had to let her mother know. Turns out her mother was at the party too—it was the woman I'd been trying to get under the skirt. We went over to her, and she made a counter-offer—to go to their place with her daughter; they had drinks at home, and her husband was away on a business trip. They had a nice three-room apartment; we settled in the big room, sat, drank, danced. Then the hostess started clearing the dishes, and I offered to help carry them to the kitchen. As soon as we entered the kitchen, she put the dishes on the table, wrapped her arms around me, and started kissing me. Between kisses, she whispered—"You went for the pussy, so finish what you started." With that, she unzipped my pants, pulled out my dick, and started sucking it. I couldn't hold out long; I bent her over doggy-style and lifted her skirt—she wasn't wearing panties. Her pussy was wet, warm, but roomier than her daughter's. We came