The story is about an Indian Mother, who is 41 years old and lives with her son and husband in an urban household.
The Singh family just like most Indian households was a middle class family, where bills were tight, and sanskaars and values were always high, the story is about Ishika, the mother to Krish, and what happens in her early forties, some events which change her perception about life and sexuality completely. Hope you all are gonna enjoy this story. It's my first story, be kind to me, and apologies for any typos. Happy reading!!
Ishika Singh, is a married Indian lady in her early forties.
She has jet black hair, milk like fair skin and her best feature is her humongous derieree. (buttocks). She personally considered herself on the plump side because of her thick motherly thighs and visibly round as.
It seemed like god had made her in such a way that all her body fat was generously distributed to only her thighs and ass. Ishika always had a big meaty ass, even when she was a school girl, her big round booty got many lusty stares by ogling men of her colony and random strangers.
Even her old school peon used to stare at the curvy thick ass she was packing under her long School uniform skirt.
But now at the age of 41, her lower body was filled with stretch marks., blemishes and brownish fatty cellulite mass was getting deposited generously in her big ass cheeks.
It was no doubt she was aging, but it seemed she was getting bigger and curvier each passing year. Ishika was aging like fine wine.
Talking about her stats, she was only 5ft 3 inches and weighed good 70 kgs.
She was packing everything that an Indian teenage boy fantasies about in his secret wet dream.
Ishika always wore good quality Cotton saree while at home with matching blouse and applied a little makeup.
She had a beautiful Oval face, always one could find a small red bindi in middle of her brows, dark black eyes, blush pink cheeks,small cute nose and rosy lips like that of an seductress.
Overall she looked like an aging Indian Mother with curvy meaty figure; all her feminine assets packed at right places.
She must have been a bombshell in her youth, according to what she was looking in her early 40s.
She always wore her gold mangalsutra around her neck, it hung snugly over her firm round breasts,and moved at each step she took, followed by a toned paneer like fair mid- riff with a deep navel. She had the sexiest tapering curvy waist which led to her thick thighs ; and her figure was accentuated largely by extra meat on the globes of her curvaceous motherly firm round ass.
According to her physical appearances and cuvry physique, Ishika was exactly the mother that Indian boys would get wet dreams of. She was truly the Queen of indian milfs.
But as destiny would have it Ishika was married to a boring 9 to 12 bank manager, who only was a marvelous provider for the family but in matters of sex and libido, he was almost too monotonous and boring.
Ishika was married to Pritam, it was a traditional Indian marraige, heavy dowry was exchanged as Pritam had a promising future ahead. While Ishika was just a young girl who could only complete her studies till 10th and later married him.
Ishika married Pritam when she was only 20, immediately a year after their marraige, Krish was born.
The only child to Mr. And Mrs. Singh., the apple of their eye,and the only heir to their khandaan, Krish Singh.
After that Pritam was happy that the family is complete and the corporate targets kept him busy. All he did was literally work, work and just work.
Ishika 's prime years were wasted. The time that she was supposed to be fucked like a slut on her marital bed, she was only almost reduced to a care taker for the family and taking care of her growing son.
Years went by and Ishika is now 41, Pritam is 58, sex life is dead and Ishika's lady parts have started itching a lot lately demanding urgent male attention.
Ishika tried sexy lingerie, vacations, roleplays and what not to bring the spark back into their bedroom. But her husband Pritam was past his sexual prime, all he could manage was a 4 incher Hard on, and that too for merely 3 minutes., his dick felt like a rotten thin carrot, and he could ooze only 2-3 drops of semen from his old worn out male phallus.
To put it in a nutshell, by the time Ishika was butt naked, Pritam had cummed already. It was like foreplay and dry humping was the new sex.
Nowadays her husband cummed just in seconds and it was really frustrating for a horny lady like Ishika.
But being a doting Indian wife she never complained and always was loyal to him, but some nights even she wished she was being used like a total whore by a larger man, and she wanted to be fucked all night like a young teenage vixen.
She ached to be used like a cum rag by someone who was lusty and horny for her goddess like milf body. But all she had was her old husband who couldn't even hold his erection steady for 5 min.
Her pussy ached for a rough pounding, her thick thighs wanted bite marks of a hot and virile lover, but the sanskari Indian lady in her always won. She was afterall a mother, a dutiful and loyal wife all these years, that's why cheating never was an option.
Like all frustrated Indian mothers, even Ishika dropped her weapons and decided to give in her fate, may be good sex life was not in her destiny, may be she was only meant to be a good wife and perfect mother to her son. Ishika was thinking all this and a tear rolled down her cheeks, because of the helpless situation she was in.
By this time, both Pritam and Ishika knew; that their poor sex life had now made both of them just like puppets, Pritam knew he couldn't fuck her wife good, but he ignored it and always shifted his attention to work and business.
But it wasn't easy for Ishika, she had a constant itch in her 41 year old mature pussy and she ached to get stuffed by a man,
but whenever she wanted sex; Pritam denied it, saying he was too tired for all this, at one point he even scolded her for asking sex too often.
Since that day Ishika just did her duties as a good wife and kept her mouth shut for the benefit of her happy peaceful Married life.
She didn't want a divorce, Pritam was a good provider no doubt and she respected that.
Coming back to the present day,
It was 6 am in morning, Pritam was getting ready to go to his office because he had some early meeting today and it seemed he was gonna be promoted soon. He was happy about it and told her, even she faked a smile for his happiness. But deep down she hated him for not giving her a good sex life that she deserved.
In sometime, Pritam left for office., without even waving a goodbye to his wife, just took the tiffin, asked her to polish his shoes and making a call, he wore the shoes and walked out of the house. He left office like a bullet leaves a gun.
It was getting normal for Ishika, her husband focussing on his work and she getting ignored as if she was some Noukrani.
It was 9 am now, Her son Krish was sleeping in his room upstairs. It was his vacations, and he usually slept late like most Indian boys.
Ishika was sitting in her room, just resting on her bed. She was relaxing, and she took the Album she kept under her pillow.
It was their family album. She began turning the pages of the old Album, visting old times, lost in nostalgia and memories.
Just then she came to the picture where Krish was 3 yrs old and was crying in his birthday because of the crowd of people who gathered that day. It was his 3 yr old birthday party, she still remembered that day, he was looking so cute and had cake smeared all around his little baby lips.
She smiled looking at that picture and immediately thought about Krish, and came back to reality; as of now Krish was 21 and already in college, he was growing up to be a handsome young man,he looked so much like his father, only taller and fairer.
She was proud of him, in all these years only he had proved to be the source of happiness and peace in her life, her son, her only baby boy Krish.
She kept aside the album and decided to wake him up for breakfast as it was already close to 11 now, she stood and took the stairs to his room.
She reached his room, the door was slightly ajar and she could hear sounds of heavy breathing as if someone was doing some kind of workout.
She was worried that Krish had started snoring heavily like his father, thinking all this she decided to look through the 4 inch gap between the wooden door and wall.
As she peeped in silently, her body froze in shock and immediately her eyes widened in disbelief.
Her 21 yr old son Krish was completely naked, and he had his fist wrapped around what she assumed to be his fat dick, he was pumping it so intensely, watching something in his phone.
From the angle she was standing, she couldn't see his face, but rest everything was visible.
Before she could decide anything, her eyes went directly to his meat, she saw it, it was a big one, almost 9 incher monster, brown and fat like that exotic sausage she had seen in a cooking show.
