Journey for milf fixation of a teenage boy

Hey all, I hope all of you are safe during these uncertain times. A few years back, the response I got when I wrote one of my experiences was incredible. Thank you for all the emails and I am glad I could meet a few of the ladies and enjoy it too.

I have shared many memories of my early days with many and I am sexting so much! I really enjoyed all that. Thank you, guys, too! For guys being guys and complimenting me in your own way. It’s all positive.

Now with the lockdown in effect, one of my fans turned lover insisted that I share the stories with all of you rather than just a select few through emails.

I was reluctant back then when she suggested this, but it seems right to reveal and relive through those memories, and hearing all of you complimenting would be a nice distraction during this time.

Well, it’s slow and it’s going to be very long, as everyone likes it with a lot of details. I will try my best to remember as much as I can and add as many details though it’s definitely not for someone who wants it all quickly, so please be patient and read it. I am sure you will enjoy my exploits.

For all the new readers, this is something I posted a few years ago when I had discovered ISS and described a story that had just happened where I received a lot of positive feedback and liking towards the raw unfiltered view. You can read that story here.

I hope you like it as much as I enjoyed writing and many who liked it adored and replied back to my mail. It was a blissful time both during the events of the story and to hear from many of you. I will always leave my mail open to hear more from all of you.

As my friend insisted that I write more about my stories and share them with you all, I am back again on ISS to share all my stories. I will probably make it a series. I need to give a lot of contexts, which is why I am writing all the details as you need to know to make sense later on as you read my stories.

Well as you all you know, I was staying in south Bangalore but before that, I have stayed in quite a few places and currently, I am in London. Luckily my project needed someone to be onsite and I came with my wife here but in just six months lockdown was declared everywhere.

The story I am going to write is about when I was in Hyderabad. To understand the story of, how what, and why, I need to tell you a little more about my days in Chennai.

I was 18 years old back then. I grew up in Chennai and was just a regular guy who loved sports and like most of us, I was very much into cricket. Back then there was no IPL but the craze for cricket was much more I feel.

I had a close friend back then, he is still my close friend now who was two years younger than me. He had two elder sisters but was a complete pervert (we both were but he had no limits, mine did) and was always into girls and aunties. Sometimes I wondered whether he would bang anything that has a hole.

Most of my afflictions were during those initial days. Somehow it turned out all fine for me, which I am glad about, and enjoy things positively. So, like I said, he was completely crazy when it came to any female. I had admitted that I had feelings towards his sisters. That’s how close we were.

He knew about Sanjana too. We all lived close by. Because of his nature, we never revealed how close I and Sanjana were but that’s how it was, probably that’s how I was close to his sister too!

Just that he doesn’t know, he wanted to be more like a gang leader and have a powerful kind of personality. But every dream he used to have about any female came true for him. Which is why I wanted to bring this context out.

For the sake of the story, let’s call him Manoj. Manoj and I used to crave a lot for female attention. Though I had Sanjana to enjoy, it was never enough at that age! Isn’t it?

One of his crazes was MILFs! Well, who doesn’t like milfs? I do too! But now! Back then I didn’t know the world of milf at all until he bombarded with milf. Moreover, now I know it as milf but back then it was all Aunty(ies).

I wasn’t all that fascinated about milf as I had a girl, I enjoyed it. Besides the milfs / aunties were much older and I was very respectful of them as most of them were friends with my mum. Always I looked up to them with lots of respect for the small mind I had back then. It was like that for a long time until my friend changed with just one idea.

As you know by now, my friend just wanted a woman! And he would share his vivid fantasy and dreams with me all the time. I guess I liked living in them and for believing in it, a few came true too.

We spent time mostly with each other while going to and fro to classes. Weekday night we would catch up on the terrace sometimes and discuss a lot of naughty stuff! My friend’s sisters used to join us. And no! Come on, we wouldn’t discuss naughty stuff with his sisters!

It was general talks and we would play games until it was dinner time. But that was how I got real close with one of my friend’s sisters but that is for another time. It’s about milfs now! So one day over a weekend he started asking me to leave early for class and I was confused why?

My friend said he would rather show than just tell and for me to see I should go with him early. We made up a reason that we had sports practice and had to go early to practice to our respective families and they were fine with it.

It was 30-45 mins cycling, depending on the traffic but he was taking me through a much longer route through a different colony. As we pedaled, he would see ladies laying down beautiful ‘Rangoli’ which were colorful or just regular white powder and would get excited and that too excited in a crazy way!

I was totally confused about this. I knew my friend was sex crazy but for rangolis? I was just trying to catch up with him and figure out what he was excited about. We reached the class and it took an hour for us reach with both panting heavily. I was trying to catch up and he had gone sex crazy with rangolis!

As we reached, I asked him, “What were you going to show me and what were you so excited about?” I didn’t see anything on the way for the way you were acting now! He just facepalmed and said. “What? You didn’t see anything?”

For which I honestly told him well, I saw a lot of rangolis and that was not as exciting for me as it was for you. While locking his cycle, he whispered into my ear, as there were many students around us now! “It’s not rangoli you had to see but those who were laying those rangolis.”

I was still confused but I was like whatever because there were so many questions in my mind. But with the morning prayer and assembly lines we had to stand apart after keeping our bags in respective classes.

But you will find out, whatever he was going to say changed my life and I hope you all agree it was a thing! Well for me it still is a thing. Anyway, so it was after classes and we were cycling back. We took the regular route and asked him if he doesn’t want to see the rangolis like what he saw in the morning.

He laughed and said again, “Macha! Not rangolis but see who was laying that rangoli tomorrow morning.” I was annoyed, and told him, “Why did you have to drag me through all those colonies? At least tell who that is so that we can focus on who you are crazy about?”

He laughed again and I was so confused as I kept thinking all this time that he found someone with whom he will enjoy but I was so totally wrong he said, “No macha! I don’t have anyone.” I was even more annoyed and confused with what he was trying to convey and starting cursing him in Tamil a bit.

He was like, you are angry now, but tomorrow morning you be ready again and I will explain what it was as we reached home. So for a whole day, he kept me wanting more, and seeing him excited, I wanted to be part of this excitement too.

We caught up later that evening on our terrace but he was adamant that he will show and tell me the next day in the morning. Well in some time, his sisters came and we chatted and played along until it was dinner time and went back home.

So it was morning again! And I had been eagerly waiting to know who it was or what he was going to say! So I got ready but skipped breakfast just so that I will be on time and see what he was gonna show.

As I climbed on my cycle he came from behind and asked, “Are you ready today?” I said, “Yes! I am, but explain how else I’m not coming with you,” he laughed and kept cycling slowly, saying I’m not saying it in front of our houses and I was forced to cycle alongside him to just hear him out.

After 10 minutes of cycling before we entered the stretch of that colony, he said, “Macha! Every day all these women come to put rangolis, sweep! Some of them fresh out of the bath in a saree and some still in their nighty! All of them bending over to do one of those things!”

And he had the biggest grin on this face. I still looked puzzled for which he must have thought I am an idiot as I am not getting any hint! But he continued to explain, “As they bend, most of them reveal their beautiful melons that we never get to see usually!”

I was not impressed, well I was naive then. I was like, just to see a glimpse of breast or a cleavage, what is he mad about? But I got his point and not that I didn’t enjoy having a glimpse of.

But I had my own thing with Sanjana which was real, with whom I could touch and feel so just seeing was not exciting at that point. Maybe you realize things only when you don’t have. This was my biggest influence related to milfs, which I will come about a bit explaining why that is.

Now every time I see cleavage, I am excited. Either it was ‘rangoli mamis’ or ‘teachers’, I had an attraction that was slowly growing and increasing even to this day.

With all this covid 19 situation, one of my friends here posted a pic with his wife, about them spending time gardening on Instagram. All I could see in that pic was her beautiful cleavage as they were kneeling down near the plant and had taken a selfie!

But yeah, that’s how I was into milfs! Cleavage. Forward many years and after my classes, we had to move to Hyderabad and I did my engineering there where I met my first milf when I was doing my final year and how she exploited me is all about my first story.

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