Chapter 2: Worshipping MiL Curves
The room was filled with the soft glow of the setting sun, casting long, dancing shadows across the polished wooden floor. The air was thick with the scent of Mandy's perfume, a heady mix of jasmine and vanilla that clung to the back of my throat, a constant reminder of her presence. I stood before her, my heart pounding in my chest like a drum, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Mandy's eyes were locked onto mine, a hunger burning in their depths that sent a shiver down my spine.
"Undress me," she commanded, her voice low and husky, a tone that brooked no argument.
I hesitated for a moment, my eyes locked onto hers, before I reached for the hem of her cardigan, pulling it off in one swift motion. Mandy's eyes never left mine as I tossed the garment aside, my hands reaching for the zipper of her dress. I could feel the heat of her body, the softness of her skin, as I slowly pulled the zipper down, revealing inch after inch of her creamy flesh. The dress fell to the floor, pooling around her feet, leaving her standing before me in nothing but a black lace bra and matching panties. My eyes roamed over her body, taking in the curves and contours, the softness and the strength.
Mandy's skin was a canvas of freckles and stretch marks, a roadmap of her life and her experiences, and I found myself drawn to every inch of it. I reached out, my fingers tracing the line of her collarbone, the soft swell of her breasts, the gentle curve of her belly. Mandy's breath hitched as I touched her, her eyes never leaving mine, her body trembling with anticipation.
"God, you're beautiful," I whispered, my voice thick with desire. Mandy's lips curved into a smile, a slow, predatory smile that sent a jolt of electricity through me. "You're not so bad yourself," she replied, her voice low and husky.
"Now, let's see what you've got under those clothes." Mandy's fingers hooked into the waistband of my pants, pulling me closer as she began to unbuckle my belt. I could feel the heat of her body, the softness of her curves pressing against me, and I knew that I was already lost in her. I reached for the hem of my shirt, pulling it off in one swift motion, revealing my chest to her hungry gaze. Mandy's eyes roamed over my body, her fingers tracing the lines of my muscles, the scars and tattoos that told the story of my life.
"Fuck, you're gorgeous," she murmured, her voice filled with appreciation.
Her hands roamed over my chest, her fingers tracing the lines of my muscles, the scars and tattoos that told the story of my life. I could feel the heat of her touch, the electricity that sparked between us, and I knew that I was already lost in her.
Mandy's fingers found the button of my jeans, her eyes locked onto mine as she slowly unbuckled my belt. I could feel the anticipation building between us, the tension in the air as she pushed my jeans down, revealing my boxers. Her breath hitched as she saw the bulge, her eyes widening with desire.
"Fuck, you're hard," she whispered, her voice filled with hunger. I could feel the heat of her breath on my skin, her fingers tracing the line of my cock through the thin fabric of my boxers. I groaned, my hips bucking involuntarily, seeking more of her touch. Mandy's lips curved into a smile, a wicked, predatory smile that sent a jolt of electricity through me. "You like that, don't you?" she murmured, her voice low and husky. "You like it when I touch you like this."
She hooked her fingers into the waistband of my boxers, pulling them down in one swift motion.
My cock sprang free, hard and throbbing, a testament to my desire for her. Mandy's eyes widened, her tongue darting out to lick her lips as she took in the sight of me. "Fuck, you're big," she murmured, her voice filled with appreciation. "I can't wait to feel you inside me." She reached out, her fingers wrapping around my shaft, her touch sending a jolt of electricity through me. I groaned, my hips bucking involuntarily, as she began to stroke me, her grip tight and steady. "God, Mandy," I gasped, my eyes never leaving hers.
"You're driving me crazy." She smirked, her grip tightening on my cock, her thumb tracing the sensitive head, spreading the precum that beaded at the tip. "That's the point, darling," she purred, her voice laced with lust. "I want to drive you crazy. I want to make you beg for more. If only my daughter could see you now. Stood in front of your mother in law with your throbbing cock. What would she say?" Her fingers trailed down my shaft, her touch feather-light, teasing me, making me ache for more.
Mandy's free hand reached up, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling my head down to hers.
Our lips met in a fierce, hungry kiss, our tongues clashing as we explored each other's mouths. I could taste the sweetness of her lip gloss, the tang of her desire, and I knew that I was already lost in her.
Her hand continued to stroke my cock, her grip tightening as she began to move her hand in a steady rhythm. I could feel the heat of her touch, the electricity that sparked between us, and I knew that I was already on the edge.
Mandy's fingers continued to stroke me, her grip tight and steady, as her other hand roamed over my body, exploring every inch of me. As we kissed, I let my hands wander over her naked flesh, feeling the softness of her curves, the fat rolls that I had always admired but never dared to touch. I traced the line of her hip, the softness of her belly, the fullness of her thighs.
As our lips met in a fierce, hungry kiss, my hands found their way to her belly, my fingers spreading out to cup the soft, round flesh. Mandy let out a moan, her body pressing against mine, her hips grinding against my cock. "Fuck, that feels good," she gasped, her voice thick with desire. "You have no idea how long I've wanted this." I could feel the heat of her body, the softness of her curves, as I continued to explore her, my hands roaming over her flesh, my fingers tracing the lines of her body. Mandy's breath hitched as I reached her breasts, her nipples hardening under my touch. I pinched them gently, rolling them between my fingers, eliciting a gasp from her. "God, that's good," she moaned, her hips bucking against mine. "I want more.
I need more," Mandy whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. She raised her arm, her eyes locked onto mine as she looked at her armpit. "Are you ready to worship your mother-in-law?" she asked, her voice filled with a hunger that sent a shiver down my spine. I could feel the heat of her body, the softness of her curves, and I knew that I was already lost in her. I nodded, my eyes never leaving hers, my heart pounding in my chest. "Yes, Mandy," I whispered, my voice thick with desire. "I'm ready." "Good," she purred, her voice laced with lust. "Because I want you to kiss me here." She pressed her armpit against my lips, her skin soft and slightly damp with sweat.
"Lick me, darling," she commanded, her voice low and husky. "Taste your mother-in-law." I hesitated for a moment, my eyes locked onto hers, before I stuck out my tongue and tentatively licked her armpit. Mandy let out a low moan, her body pressing against mine, her hips grinding against my cock. "That's it, baby," she whispered, her voice filled with desire.
"Just like that." I wrapped my hands around her waist, pulling her closer, my face buried in her armpit. I could feel the heat of her skin, the softness of her flesh, as I licked and sucked, my tongue exploring every inch of her. Mandy let out a low moan, her body trembling with pleasure. "God, that feels so good," she gasped, her hips grinding against mine. I could feel the heat of her body, the softness of her curves, as I continued to worship her, my tongue tracing the lines of her flesh. Mandy's breath hitched as I reached her breast, her nipple hardening under my touch. I pinched it gently, rolling it between my fingers, eliciting a gasp from her. "Fuck, that's good," she moaned, her hips bucking against mine.
"But there's more to worship, darling." With a wicked grin, Mandy reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, letting her full, heavy breasts spill out. She lifted them up, offering them to me like a feast. "Now lick my under boob," she commanded, her voice thick with desire. "Taste every inch of me, baby." I hesitated for a moment, my eyes locked onto hers, before I leaned down and buried my face in the soft, warm flesh of her cleavage. I could feel the heat of her skin, the softness of her curves, as I began to lick and suck, my tongue tracing the line where her breast met her ribcage.
I could feel the heat of her body, the softness of her curves, as I continued to worship her, my tongue exploring every inch of her. I need more." Mandy's voice was hoarse with desire, her eyes locked onto mine as she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, letting her full, heavy breasts spill out.
But before I could continue, Mandy's hands found their way to my head, her fingers tangling in my hair as she pulled me up to her.
"Not so fast, darling," she purred, her eyes locked onto mine. "There's more of me to worship." She then took a step back, her hands reaching for the waistband of her panties. In one fluid motion, she slid them down her legs, revealing her hairy pussy and her smelly ass hole. She then turned around, her ass facing me, and climbed onto the bed, lying on her back with her legs spread wide. Holding one of her legs out, she looked at me with a wicked grin. "Now, come here and suck my toes, baby," she commanded, her voice thick with desire.
I hesitated for a moment, my eyes locked onto hers, before I took a step forward and knelt down in front of her. I could feel the heat of her body, the softness of her curves, as I reached out and took hold of her big, fat foot. Her toes were long and slightly misshapen, the nails painted a dark red, and I could smell the faint scent of sweat and perfume that clung to her skin. I leaned in, my tongue darting out to lick the sole of her foot, tasting the saltiness of her skin. Mandy let out a low moan, her body trembling with pleasure as I began to suck and lick her toes, one by one. I could feel the heat of her body, the softness of her curves, as I continued to worship her, my tongue exploring every inch of her foot.
Mandy's breath hitched as my fingers made their way up her ankle, her calf, her knee, until they reached the soft, warm flesh of her inner thigh. I could feel her trembling, her body aching for more, as I traced the line of her labia through her panties, already damp with her desire. Mandy let out a low moan, her hips bucking against my hand, seeking more of my touch. "Fuck, that feels so good," she gasped, her voice thick with desire. "But I want to feel your tongue, darling. I want you to taste me." With a wicked grin, she reached down and hooked her fingers into the waistband of her panties, pulling them down in one swift motion, revealing her hairy pussy to me. "Now, lick me, baby," she commanded, her voice low and husky.
"Taste your mother-in-law's pussy." I hesitated for a moment, my eyes locked onto hers, before I placed my face between her fat thighs. My mouth filled with her granny pubes as I began to lick her wet, mature pussy. Mandy let out a low moan, her body trembling with pleasure as my tongue found her clit, swollen and throbbing with desire. "Fuck, yes," she gasped, her hips bucking against my face. "Just like that, baby. Lick your mother-in-law's cunt." I could feel the heat of her body, the wetness of her pussy, as I continued to lick and suck, my tongue exploring every inch of her. Mandy's fingers found their way to my head, her nails digging into my scalp as she pulled me closer, grinding her pussy against my face. "Don't stop, baby," she moaned, her voice thick with desire.
I could taste her sweet pussy juice, coating my tongue, as I continued to lick and suck, my tongue exploring every inch of her.
Mandy's breath hitched, her body tensing, and then with a loud cry, she squirted all over my face, her hot liquid drenching me. I gasped, taken aback, but Mandy's hands held me in place, her fingers tangling in my hair. "Don't you dare stop, darling," she panted, her voice thick with desire. "Keep licking, keep sucking. I want more." I could feel the heat of her body, the wetness of her pussy, as I continued to worship her, my tongue tracing the lines of her flesh.
As I continued to lick and suck, Mandy's body began to tremble, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. "Fuck, that's good," she moaned, her hips bucking against my face. "But there's something else I want you to do, baby." She paused, her eyes locked onto mine, a wicked glint in their depths.
"I want you to lick my asshole, baby. I want you to taste every inch of me." I hesitated, my eyes widening in surprise. Mandy chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent a shiver down my spine. "Don't tell me you've never thought about it, darling. About tasting your mother-in-law's ass." She reached behind her, her fingers spreading her cheeks wide, revealing her tight, puckered hole to me. "Come on, baby. Don't be shy. What would your wife say?
Mandy's voice was a sultry purr, her eyes locked onto mine, a challenge burning in their depths. I hesitated, my heart pounding in my chest, my mind racing. The thought of tasting her ass, of exploring that forbidden place, sent a jolt of electricity through me.
I leaned in, my tongue darting out to lick the tight, puckered hole. Mandy let out a low moan, her body trembling with pleasure as I began to explore her asshole, my tongue tracing the lines of her flesh.
"That's it, baby. Lick your mother-in-law's ass." I could feel the heat of her body, the tightness of her hole, as I continued to lick and suck, my tongue delving deeper and deeper into her. Mandy's fingers found their way to my head, her nails digging into my scalp as she pulled me closer, grinding her ass against my face.
"Fuck, that feels so good," she moaned, her voice thick with desire. "I can feel your tongue, baby. It's so hot and wet. Keep licking, keep sucking. I want to feel you inside me." I could feel the heat of her body, the tightness of her asshole, as I continued to worship her, my tongue delving deeper and deeper into her.
Mandy's breath hitched, her body tensing, and then with a loud cry, she came, her asshole clenching around my tongue as she rode out her orgasm.
Mandy's body went limp, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she lay back on the bed, her eyes closed, a satisfied smile on her face. I sat back on my heels, my cock throbbing with desire, as I took in the sight of her naked body, spread out before me like a feast.
Mandy's eyes were closed, her breath coming in slow, steady gasps, a satisfied smile on her face. I could feel the heat of her body, the softness of her curves, as I reached out and began to trace the lines of her flesh, my fingers exploring every inch of her.
Suddenly, Mandy's phone began to ring, the shrill sound cutting through the air like a knife. She opened her eyes, her smile fading as she looked at the caller ID. "Shit," she muttered under her breath, her body tensing with annoyance.
"You're not going to answer that, are you?" I asked, my voice thick with desire. Mandy's eyes flicked to mine, and she hesitated for a moment before picking up the phone and putting it to her ear.
"Hello?" she said, her voice tight with irritation.
"I'm in the middle of something, Katie. What do you want?" Mandy's eyes darted to me, a flicker of panic crossing her face. I could feel the tension in the room, the weight of her daughter's call hanging heavy in the air. "I'm just checking up on you, Mom," Katie replied, her voice laced with a mocking sweetness. "I haven't seen you all day. I was wondering if you knew where Ian is."
Mandy's eyes narrowed, her grip tightening on the phone. "If you must know your husband is with me." she snapped, her voice low and dangerous. "He’s been comforting me." Mandy's eyes flicked to me again, a silent plea in their depths. I could feel the heat of her body, the tension in her muscles, as she continued to listen to her daughter's voice.
Mandy's face was a mask of annoyance, her eyes locked onto mine, a silent plea in their depths. I could see the anger building inside her, the frustration at being interrupted, and I knew that I had to do something to diffuse the situation.
"Listen, Katie," Mandy snapped, her voice low and dangerous. "I'm busy right now. Your husband has just given me the most sensational orgasm and now I plan to let him fuck me." She hung up the phone, tossing it onto the bed beside her, her eyes never leaving mine. "That little bitch," she muttered "I’m going to make her regret ever giving me shit.”
I reached out, my hand finding hers, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Mandy your so sexy when you’re angry” I whispered, my voice thick with desire. She looked at me, her eyes blazing with a fierce intensity, and I knew that she was ready for more. She wanted to fuck, and I was more than ready to give it to her.