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This story is from an experience I had 10-11 years ago. I was 24 at the time and the mature BBW in question was 52. Hope you enjoy...

It was the usual Friday night down at the Glory pub in Nelson, Lancashire - a Northern soul DJ was spinning the same tunes in the same order as he had been doing for years and the bar was busy with the same weird mix of younger punters using it as a starting off point before getting the bus or train into Burnley and the older crowd who were settled in for the night.

We were in there as part of the former - a few pints and a game of pool before heading to the bright lights of Burnley. We were having a good laugh with some of the regulars we knew, them taking the piss out of us and our 'ways'.

As I stood around chatting with one of my mates, I caught sight of a group of women getting up to have a dance on the little makeshift dancefloor in front of the DJ's set-up. I recognised them as semi-regulars.

One of the group caught my eye - a bigger, short dark-haired woman in her late 40s/maybe even early 50s with a nice round ass squeezed into a pair of black pants and some luscious looking tits bouncing about in an a****l-print blouse.

I've always had a thing for bigger girls and BBWs and especially, unbeknownst to my mates, older BBWs. I'd had plenty of one-night stands with BBWs my own age - heck, there were plenty to choose from in Burnley! - but had never shagged an older fatty.

As I was staring over, she clocked me looking at her, said something to her mate, giggled and then looked back over, https://xbuuz.com giving me the eye. I quickly looked away and down at my pint before continuing my conversation.

We continued to exchange the odd glance for the next hour or so before my mates decided it was time to head into town. Draining what was left in my pint glass, I headed for the toilet for a quick pee before we jumped on the train into Burnley.

As I came out of the toilets, the woman I'd spied on the dancefloor was heading towards me.

"Heading into town now are we?" she asked.

"Yeah, looks like it," I said.

"Shame, thought you might be tempted to shake your stuff on the dancefloor and liven this place up a bit," she replied.

I laughed. "You've clearly never seen me on a dancefloor!"

"Sure you'll find a nice slim bimbo to dance with in Burnley," she said.

"That's a shame - slim bimbos aren't really my type," I said, gaining a little confidence from the conversation. "I prefer my ladies with a little more to grab hold of."

"Ladies not girls eh?" she said.

"Definitely. I reckon someone like you - for instance - could teach me a lot more than those bimbos in Burnley."

"Is that right?" she laughed. "It's a shame you're leaving then isn't it?" And with a glint in her eye she was passed me and into the ladies toilet.

"Who was that you were talking to?" my mate asked when I got back to the group.

"No-one," I lied. "Just one of my mum's mates from work."

We got into Burnley just after 9 and mooched around a few places, chatting with some of the other groups we knew, downing a few shots and generally just have a good craic.

For some reason though, I couldn't get the woman from the Glory out of my head. Sounds a bit daft really but I just wasn't 'feeling' the night out tonight - I was daydreaming of taking the older chubby milf home for a good seeing to.

As the group headed towards another bar, I decided to make my excuses and head home. I knew the last train would be leaving shortly so legged it to Burnley Central to try and catch it.

As I got off the train at Nelson I could hear a few people coming out of the Glory and knew I had time for a quick pint before Alan called last orders at 12.30.

I walked in and clocked that the woman from earlier was still in and sitting on her own at a table close to where the DJ was packing away his things. I grabbed a pint from the bar and wandered over to her, noticing a slight sparkle in her eye when she saw me.

"Not fancy anything in town then," she said.

"Nah, not my thing like I say," I replied. "How come you're still here and on your own?"

"I'm just waiting for my taxi. The girl I was with was having some earache from her husband so had to go."

"So now it's your time to leave me then?" I said cheekily.

"Come with me if you want - maybe I can see if I can remember anything to teach you."

At that point, the taxi driver popped his head inside the door and motioned towards where she was sitting. "You coming then or what?" she asked me as I followed her outside and into the taxi.

Once in the taxi she started rubbing the inside of my leg. She said "It's been a while you know?". "Since what?" I said.

"Since I've, you know, done it," she whispered back.

"How long?" I asked, starting to feel my dick strain against my jeans as she moved her hand to cop a feel.

"Three years. Maybe more. Since my husband left, I've been sorting myself out. Quite a bit actually," she giggled, the night's alcohol loosening her up.

"We'll have to sort that out then won't we?" I said, suddenly feeling emboldened by the situation.

As we pulled up outside her modest terraced house, she fumbled around in her purse for the cash to pay the driver and then jumped out.

"My daughter is out with her friend and staying over," she said. "So we'll have the place to ourselves."

As we got inside the door she grabbed me and started kissing me deeply and trying to pull my jacket off. I kissed her back and grabbed a good old feel of her arse before reaching down the front of her pants to stroke her pussy through her knickers.

She started moaning and opened her legs wider giving me better access. I continued to rub and felt that the front of her panties were already soaked. She started moaning loudly as my fingers probed her smooth lips (perhaps she'd shaved in case she got lucky?!) and slipped one and then two inside her pussy.

She fumbled about with the button on her pants and started to pull them down, taking the panties with them. "No, leave the panties up," I said with a smirk. "I want to get those even wetter!"

"You dirty bastard!" she laughed as she backed herself up so she was sitting on her stairs.

It was my turn to slide my jeans open now, freeing my now rock-hard cock from my boxers and presenting it to her at the perfect height for her.

Reaching forward she pulled me towards her and fed my cock into her mouth, slurping and licking with the kind of intensity that clearly comes from not having had dick in three years!

She continued to gobble away at my dick for a few minutes when I could feel myself getting close. Not wanting to blow too soon, I took her by the shoulders and pulled her up and spun her round, pushing her forward so she was doggy style on her stairs.

I started to stroke her pussy again through her panties before sliding them to one side and getting in behind her to give a good licking.

The howl she let out as my tongue started probing her pussy was a sound like I'd never heard before, her breathing got heavy and her moans were so loud I felt certain her neighbours must have though she was getting murdered!

I was having a right old time lapping away at her soaking pussy and it didn't take long for her to tense up, let out a howl again and cum very hard indeed. Her juices were running down her pussy and onto her belly which was hanging down nicely and my chin and beard were soaked!

Sensing a chance to push her even further I stopped licking her pussy and started to slip her now-sodden knickers off her arse and down to her knees. As I was doing that I smiled to myself imagining what my mates would think of the scene - me spreading the arse cheeks of some fat milf quite literally old enough to be my mother!

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