Adultery My Friend Wants My Mother

[Bansalboy]

One advice to gautham..
Just fucking woman 3-4 times can never change a woman.
If u really wana change first make her exhibit herself in public..
Make her drink and smoke..
Also make her do sex voluntarily...

Right

[jamanuram]

Update please

[Lousy1995]

Chapter 11: The Revelation of Complicity

The rain was falling harder now, a steady drumming against the corrugated roof of the building entrance where Vinay stood blocking Madhu's path. His face was pale in the grey afternoon light, his eyes red-rimmed and wet—not from the rain, she realized, but from crying. He had been waiting here for hours, she understood suddenly. Waiting for her to return, knowing where she had gone, dreading the confirmation of his fears.

Madhu stood frozen on the bottom step, one hand still on the railing, her body aching from Gautham's attentions, her saree damp from the walk home, her heart hammering against her ribs with a violence that made her breathless. The satisfied glow she had carried from Gautham's bed evaporated instantly, replaced by a cold, sinking dread that settled in her stomach like a stone.

"Vinay," she said again, her voice barely audible over the rain. "Let me pass. I need to change."

"How could you?" he repeated, his voice cracking on the words. He stepped closer, blocking her path completely, his young face contorted with a mixture of pain and fury that made him look like a stranger. "I asked you a question, Amma. How could you do this? Again?"

Madhu looked at her son—really looked at him—and saw the devastation there, the utter destruction of his trust. She had seen this look before, in her own mirror, in the dark hours before dawn when she confronted what she had become. But seeing it on Vinay's face, knowing that she was the cause, that she had done this to him, to her own child, it broke something inside her that had been holding firm since that first afternoon with Gautham.

"You do not understand," she said, her voice trembling. She tried to push past him, but he caught her arm, his grip surprisingly strong, desperate.

"Then make me understand," he demanded, his voice rising. "Make me understand why my mother, who has always been good, always been proper, always been the moral center of this family, is throwing everything away for... for that man. For Gautham. Make me understand why you are destroying Appa's life. Destroying my life. Destroying yourself."

The words struck Madhu like physical blows. She felt her own anger rising to meet his, a defensive fury that had been building for weeks, months, years of silent sacrifice. She pulled her arm free from his grip, her eyes flashing with a heat that surprised them both.

"Destroying your life?" she asked, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "Destroying your life, Vinay? What about what you have done to mine?"

Vinay blinked, confused by the shift in her tone. "What I have done? I have done nothing. I am trying to stop this. I am trying to save you from making a terrible mistake."

"Are you?" Madhu asked, stepping closer to him, her face inches from his now, her voice shaking with suppressed emotion. "Are you trying to save me, Vinay? Or are you trying to save yourself from the guilt of knowing that you are the one who started this?"

Vinay's face went white. He took a step back, his hand falling to his side. "What... what do you mean?"

Madhu laughed, a harsh, bitter sound that echoed in the stairwell. "You think I do not know? You think I am so stupid, so blind, that I do not know what you did?"

"Amma, I do not know what you are talking about," Vinay said, but his voice had gone thin, uncertain.

"The wager," Madhu said, the word dropping between them like a stone into still water. "The bet you made with Gautham. The challenge. The agreement that if he succeeded in seducing me, you would help him. You would facilitate it. You would become his accomplice."

Vinay's mouth opened, but no sound came out. His face cycled through emotions—shock, denial, horror, guilt—so rapidly that it was like watching a slide show of his conscience.

"He told me," Madhu continued, her voice gaining strength as the secret finally left her chest, as the weight of holding it in finally lifted. "That first afternoon. When he... when we..." She paused, swallowing hard, the memory still fresh enough to burn. "He told me everything. How you bet him that he could not seduce me. How you wanted to watch. How you offered to help him, to set up meetings, to cover for him, to deliver me to him like... like some kind of prize."

"Amma," Vinay whispered, his voice breaking completely. He reached out for the wall, his legs seeming to give way beneath him. He sank down onto the steps, his head in his hands, his body shaking with sobs. "Amma, I... I did not mean... I did not think..."

"You did not think?" Madhu asked, standing over him now, her anger like a living thing, feeding on years of suppressed resentment. "You did not think, Vinay? You made a wager with your best friend about your mother's virtue. You treated me like... like property to be gambled. Like a game to be won or lost. And you did not think?"

"I thought he would fail," Vinay cried, looking up at her with tears streaming down his face. "I thought you were too strong. Too good. I thought... I thought it would prove that you were different. That you could not be corrupted. That our family was safe."

"And when I was not?" Madhu asked, her voice softening slightly despite herself. "When I proved to be exactly as weak as you suspected, as human as any other woman? What then, Vinay? What was your plan then?"

Vinay looked away, unable to meet her eyes. "I do not know," he admitted, his voice small, childlike. "I did not plan that far. I did not think... I did not want..."

"You wanted to see," Madhu finished for him, the realization crystallizing as she spoke. "That is what Gautham said. You wanted to see. You wanted to watch your mother become a... a whore. You wanted to see her fall. Is that true, Vinay? Do you hate me so much? Do you resent me so deeply?"

"No," Vinay cried, reaching out to grab her hand, his fingers clutching at her wet saree. "No, Amma, I love you. I have always loved you. I just... I was confused. I was jealous. Gautham was always so confident, so successful with women. And I was... I was nothing. A virgin. A failure. I wanted to be part of something exciting. Something dangerous. I wanted to feel like a man instead of a boy. And he offered me... he offered me a way."

"A way to destroy your own mother?" Madhu asked, though her anger was fading now, replaced by a weary sadness that seemed to age her years in seconds. She sank down onto the step beside him, their bodies close in the narrow stairwell, the rain drumming a funeral march above them.

"I did not think it would actually happen," Vinay whispered, his head bowed. "I thought you would resist. I thought you would see through him. I thought... when you started dressing differently, when you started smiling at him, I thought I should stop it. I tried to warn you. I tried to tell you to stay away from him. But by then... by then it was too late. And I could not... I could not admit what I had done. What I had agreed to do."

They sat in silence for a long time, mother and son, their secrets finally exposed between them like a wound that had been lanced. The rain continued to fall, the grey afternoon light fading toward evening. Somewhere above them, a door opened and closed—Mrs. Lakshmi, perhaps, or one of the other neighbors. They did not look up. They did not care who saw them now.

"So what happens now?" Vinay asked eventually, his voice hollow. "You know what I did. You know that I betrayed you. That I agreed to help him. That I wanted..." He could not finish the sentence.

"That you wanted to watch," Madhu finished, the words tasting strange in her mouth. "That is what he said. That you wanted to watch him seduce me. That you wanted to see me... with him. Is that true, Vinay? Do you want that? Do you want to see your mother with your friend?"

Vinay's face flushed a deep red, a mixture of shame and something else that Madhu could not identify. "I do not know," he admitted, the words torn from him. "At first, I thought... I thought it would be exciting. I thought about it sometimes, at night, and I felt... I felt things I should not feel. About you. About the idea of you with him. I know it is wrong. I know it is sick. But I could not stop thinking about it."

Madhu felt a chill run down her spine, despite the humid warmth of the stairwell. Her own son had desired this, had fantasized about her corruption, had been aroused by the thought of her with Gautham. The knowledge should have disgusted her. It should have made her hate him. Instead, she felt a strange pity, a recognition that they were both trapped in the same web of desire and guilt, both corrupted by Gautham's influence, both lost to the moral compass that had once guided them.

"And now?" she asked softly. "Now that it is real. Now that I have been with him. Now that I am... that I am his lover. How do you feel now?"

Vinay looked at her, his eyes wet with tears, his face open and vulnerable in a way she had not seen since he was a small child. "I feel like I am dying," he said honestly. "I feel like I have destroyed the one good thing in my life. I feel guilty. I feel angry. I feel... I feel jealous."

"Jealous?" Madhu asked, surprised.

"Of him," Vinay admitted, his voice barely audible. "Of Gautham. Because he has you. Because he can touch you, can be with you, can make you feel things that I... that I can never..."

He stopped, horrified by what he had almost said, but Madhu understood. She understood more than she wanted to. She understood that Vinay's feelings for her had become complicated, twisted, corrupted by Gautham's manipulation and his own adolescent confusion. She understood that this was not just about the wager anymore. It was about something darker, something more dangerous.

"You need to stay away from him," Madhu said firmly, standing up, her decision made. "From both of us. This... this thing between me and Gautham, it is my burden to bear. My sin. But you, Vinay—you need to focus on your studies, on your future. You need to forget what you know, what you have seen, what you have agreed to. You need to be the son your father believes you to be."

"And what about you?" Vinay asked, standing up as well, his legs unsteady. "Will you stop seeing him? Will you end this affair and go back to being the mother I knew?"

Madhu looked at him, her son, her child, and she wanted to say yes. She wanted to promise him that she would change, that she would repent, that she would become good again. But she knew it would be a lie. She knew that even now, even with the secret exposed, even with the devastation clear on her son's face, she would go back to Gautham tomorrow. And the day after. And every day until there was nothing left of her former self.

"I cannot promise you that," she said, the truth bitter on her tongue. "I wish I could. I wish I was strong enough. But I am not. I am weak, Vinay. I am broken. And I do not know how to fix myself."

"Then let me help you," Vinay pleaded, stepping closer to her, his hands reaching for hers. "Let me make up for what I did. Let me help you end this. We can tell Appa together. We can get help. We can..."

"We can do nothing," Madhu said, pulling her hands away gently. "Your father can never know. It would destroy him. And you... you have done enough, Vinay. You have helped enough." She paused, looking at him with eyes that were dry now, resigned. "In fact, perhaps you should continue to help."

Vinay stared at her, confusion replacing his grief. "What do you mean?"

"You made an agreement with Gautham," Madhu said, her voice steady, almost cold. "You agreed that if he succeeded, you would facilitate our meetings. You would cover for us. You would make sure your father did not find out. Is that not what you promised?"

"Amma, I... I cannot..." Vinay stammered.

"You will," Madhu said, the command in her voice surprising them both. "You will because you owe me this. You owe me for the betrayal. You owe me for the wager. You owe me for pushing me into his arms with your challenge. If you want to make amends, Vinay, this is how you do it. You become what you agreed to become. My accomplice. My protector. The one who makes sure that your father never learns what his wife has become."

Vinay's mouth opened and closed, no words coming out. He looked at his mother as if she had transformed before his eyes, as if the woman he had known had been replaced by this stranger who spoke of sin so casually, who demanded his complicity in her adultery.

"I cannot do that," he whispered. "I cannot help you betray Appa. I cannot help you destroy our family."

"You already have," Madhu said, turning away from him, climbing the stairs toward their apartment. "You started this, Vinay. Now you must see it through. Or I will tell your father what you did. I will tell him about the wager. I will tell him that you offered to deliver me to your friend like a... like a gift. Do you want that? Do you want him to know what kind of son he raised?"

Vinay stood frozen on the stairs, watching her go, his mind reeling. She was blackmailing him. His own mother was blackmailing him into helping her continue her affair. The world had turned upside down. Nothing made sense anymore.

"Amma, please," he called after her, his voice breaking. "Do not do this. Do not make me choose between you and Appa."

"You already chose," Madhu said, pausing at the landing, looking down at him with eyes that were hard and soft at the same time, full of love and hate and desperation. "When you made that wager, you chose. Now you must live with the consequences."

She turned and walked into the apartment, leaving him alone in the stairwell with the rain and his guilt.

Vinay stood there for a long time, his mind racing, his heart breaking. He thought of going to his father right now, of confessing everything, of ending this nightmare. But he could not. He could not destroy his father's life, could not shatter the illusion of the happy family, could not admit his own complicity in this disaster.

And beneath the guilt and the horror, he felt something else. Something he did not want to acknowledge. A stirring of excitement at the thought of being involved, of being close to the secret, of watching his mother transform into this new creature who commanded him, who demanded his obedience, who was more alive than she had ever been.

He was disgusted with himself. But he could not deny it.

He climbed the stairs slowly, his legs heavy, and entered the apartment. Madhu was in the kitchen, preparing dinner as if nothing had happened, as if she had not just destroyed his world and rebuilt it as something twisted and dark.

"We will not speak of this again," she said, not looking at him, her voice calm, controlled. "Not directly. But when I need to go out, when I need time, you will cover for me. You will tell your father I am at the temple, or visiting a friend, or working late. You will make sure he does not suspect. And in return, I will keep your secret. I will not tell him about the wager. About your betrayal. About the kind of son he really has."

Vinay stood in the doorway, watching her move between the stove and the counter, her back straight, her movements precise. She had become someone else entirely. Someone dangerous. Someone powerful.

"And if I refuse?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

"Then I will tell him everything," Madhu said, turning to look at him, her eyes flashing. "About you. About me. About Gautham. I will destroy this family completely, and we will all go down together. Is that what you want?"

Vinay shook his head, unable to speak.

"Then we have an understanding," Madhu said, turning back to her cooking. "Go clean up. Your father will be home soon. And Vinay... do not look at me like that. I am still your mother. I still love you. I am just... I am just doing what I must to survive."

Vinay went to his room and closed the door. He sat on his bed in the darkness, his head in his hands, and he wept. He wept for the mother he had lost. He wept for the father he was betraying. He wept for himself, for the monster he had become, for the excitement he could not suppress.

And when the tears stopped, he made his decision. He would do as she asked. He would become her accomplice. He would help her destroy their family, piece by piece, lie by lie, until there was nothing left but ashes.

Because he had no choice. Because he owed her this. Because, deep down, he wanted to see what would happen next.

The evening passed in a haze of normalcy that was now grotesque in its pretense. Rajesh came home, tired and wet from the rain, complaining about the factory, the traffic, the endless problems of his life. Madhu listened with sympathy, offering him tea, asking about his day, playing the role of the devoted wife with an skill that was terrifying in its perfection.

Vinay watched from the sidelines, his stomach churning, seeing the performance for what it was. He saw the way she touched Rajesh's shoulder, the way she smiled at him, the way she asked about his work with genuine interest. And he knew that hours earlier, she had been in another man's bed, had been filled with another man's seed, had betrayed everything she pretended to value.

And his father saw nothing. Suspected nothing. He ate his dinner and watched the news and commented on Vinay's studies, completely unaware that his world was crumbling around him, that his wife was a stranger, that his son was complicit in his own cuckolding.

After dinner, Vinay retreated to his room, claiming homework. But he could not concentrate. He sat at his desk, staring at the wall, listening to the sounds of the apartment—his father showering, his mother washing dishes, the television playing some serial that neither of them was really watching.

His phone buzzed. He picked it up, his heart stopping when he saw the name.

Gautham.

*We need to talk*, the message read. *About your mother. About us. About what happens next.*

Vinay stared at the screen, his hand shaking. He should delete it. He should block the number. He should tell Gautham to stay away from his family forever.

Instead, he typed back, *Where?*

*The beach. Near the lighthouse. One hour.*

Vinay looked at his closed door, listening to the sounds of his family settling into the night. He should stay home. He should protect his father. He should do something, anything, to stop this madness.

He grabbed his jacket and climbed out the window, sneaking down the fire escape like a thief, like a traitor, like the accomplice he had become.

The beach was nearly empty in the rain, the usual crowds driven away by the weather. Vinay found Gautham sitting at their usual spot near the chai stall, two cups steaming on the table in front of him.

"You came," Gautham said, looking up with a smile that did not reach his eyes. "I was not sure you would."

"I should not be here," Vinay said, sitting down across from him, his voice hard. "I should be at home. I should be protecting my father from you. From her. From both of you."

"But you are here," Gautham said, sliding a cup of tea toward him. "Because you know there is no going back. Because you know that the game has changed. Because you want to know what your role is in this new arrangement."

"My role," Vinay repeated bitterly. "You made me a pimp. You made me the one who delivers my own mother to you. Is that the role you mean?"

Gautham's expression hardened. "I did not make you anything, Vinay. You made your choices. You made the wager. You agreed to help. I simply... collected on the debt."

"And now?" Vinay asked, his voice shaking. "Now that she knows? Now that she has confronted me? What happens now?"

"Now," Gautham said, leaning forward, his eyes intense, "we become partners. Real partners. Your mother has agreed to continue seeing me. But she needs cover. She needs protection. She needs someone to make sure your father does not find out. And that someone is you."

"I cannot do this," Vinay said, his head in his hands. "I cannot help you destroy my family. I cannot watch my mother become your... your whore."

"She already is," Gautham said, his voice soft but cruel. "She has been since that first afternoon. The only question is whether you want to be part of it or not. Whether you want to watch. Whether you want to see her become the woman she is meant to be."

Vinay looked up at him, his eyes wet with tears. "Why are you doing this? Why her? You could have any woman. Why my mother?"

Gautham was silent for a long moment, staring out at the dark ocean, the waves crashing against the shore. "Because she is special," he said finally, his voice almost tender. "Because she is beautiful, and kind, and desperate to be seen. Because when I am with her, I feel something I have never felt before. Something real. Something worth fighting for."

"You are in love with her," Vinay said, the realization hitting him with force.

"I am," Gautham admitted, turning back to look at Vinay. "I am in love with your mother. And she is in love with me. And we are going to be together, Vinay. Secretly, for now. But eventually... eventually, we will find a way to be together openly. And you can either help us or stand in our way. But if you stand in our way, you will lose everything. Your family. Your home. Your future. Because I will destroy you before I let you take her from me."

Vinay stared at his friend—his enemy—and saw the truth in his eyes. Gautham was serious. He was dangerous. And he was completely obsessed with Madhu.

"And if I help you?" Vinay asked, his voice barely audible. "If I become your... your accomplice? What then?"

"Then you will be rewarded," Gautham said, his smile returning, predatory and knowing. "You will be part of something beautiful. You will see your mother happy, truly happy, for the first time in her life. And you will be protected. Your secret will be safe. Your father's ignorance will be maintained. And when the time comes... when we are ready to be together openly... you will be taken care of. Financially. Emotionally. You will not be abandoned, Vinay. I am not a monster. I am a man in love. And I take care of what is mine."

Vinay thought of his mother, of the way she had looked at him on the stairs, commanding him, blackmailing him, transforming before his eyes into this powerful, dangerous woman. He thought of his father, sleeping peacefully, unaware. He thought of himself, caught in the middle, complicit, corrupted, destroyed.

"I need time," he said, standing up, his legs shaking. "I need to think."

"You have until tomorrow," Gautham said, standing as well, his hand on Vinay's shoulder, gripping hard enough to bruise. "Tomorrow, you decide. Are you with us or against us? There is no middle ground anymore, Vinay. The wager is over. The real game has begun."

Vinay pulled away from him and walked into the rain, his mind racing, his heart breaking, his soul tearing in two. Behind him, Gautham watched him go, a smile playing on his lips, confident that the boy would make the right choice. The only choice.

When Vinay reached home, the apartment was dark. His father was asleep. His mother was in her room, the door closed. He stood in the living room, dripping wet, staring at the closed doors that separated him from the two people who had defined his life—one oblivious, one transformed, both depending on him to maintain the lie.

He went to his room and lay in the darkness, staring at the ceiling, waiting for dawn. Tomorrow, he would have to choose. Tomorrow, he would become either the protector of his father's ignorance or the destroyer of his family's illusion.

Either way, he was lost. Either way, the corruption was complete. The secret was shared. And the end was only beginning.

[wxxxx]

In the story "My Friend Wants My Mother," specifically towards the end of "Chapter 10: The Weight of Rain," the dialogue goes: "Tomorrow?" Gautham asked, his hand on her cheek, his eyes searching hers. "Tomorrow," Madhu agreed, the word sealing her fate. "But earlier. Nine o'clock. Before Vinay leaves for college." Readers are requesting the author, Lousy1995, to include the following scene: Vinay finally tells his mother, Madhu, "I agree, but everything with Gautham must happen right in front of me; otherwise, I will tell Dad everything tonight." Hearing this, Madhu becomes terrified and ultimately yields to Vinay's demand, saying, "Everything will happen exactly as you wish." Saying this, she embraces Vinay, pulls him close to her chest, and caresses him affectionately, adding, "How could I ever refuse my darling boy?" The next morning before 9 AM, Vinay's friend Gautham engages in perverse sexual acts and speaks obscenities to Madhu right in front of Vinay; witnessing and hearing all of this, Vinay becomes intensely sexually aroused.

[amzad2004]

Great going bro.

[DeanWinchester00007]

This is going great . Excellent narration . I just finished the last chapter that ended with a good twist . Hahaha , Good for me .

Vinay is such a pathetic character , dumbwit and weak . Throughout the last two chapters i was furious whenever i was reading his part but In the end , The choice that he has to make is such a great opportunity for his character Arc. For Once I wanna a see Rebel character or once where a character take stand and overcome his own inner conflicts and insecurity of his own .

At First I thought , This is a cuckson stoy , Three character only , story revolving around them , and it was nice premise but but but The Father character changes the whole scene . Here we have a son who still cares about His family and HIS FATHER, and I refuse to believe that VINAY is gonna fold under the manipulation or the blackmail  . I am not saying He should tell everything to his father but He should play the game , Show his cards , though He got cornered here , but A cornered animal is almost as dangerous as a wounded one

Vinay's character is really good , A gullible boy , easy to manipulate , exploring fantasy and confusing taboo's feeling . His character has potential to show growth as compare to Gautham characters Too strong and too confident . He did him dirty though He never hide it , but again to trap him like that and threating him , I hope Vinay atleast has bit of ego still inside him .

Oh , I dont know whenn you gonna post next chapter , untill then we can only wonder , How story will progress ?

I hope that it's gonna be like  Son vs Mother & Lover . lol . I dont think I have read any story which contains the SON VS MOTHER plot . It is gonna be interesting .

Even if it is simple cuckson story , It is still good . So it is win win in the end .

Once Again , Nice Story 

(Comments are for fun , Not criticism of the story or writer )

[Waseem990]

awesome

[Brutal Hunk]

In the story "My Friend Wants My Mother," specifically towards the end of "Chapter 10: The Weight of Rain," the dialogue goes: "Tomorrow?" Gautham asked, his hand on her cheek, his eyes searching hers. "Tomorrow," Madhu agreed, the word sealing her fate. "But earlier. Nine o'clock. Before Vinay leaves for college." Readers are requesting the author, Lousy1995, to include the following scene: Vinay finally tells his mother, Madhu, "I agree, but everything with Gautham must happen right in front of me; otherwise, I will tell Dad everything tonight." Hearing this, Madhu becomes terrified and ultimately yields to Vinay's demand, saying, "Everything will happen exactly as you wish." Saying this, she embraces Vinay, pulls him close to her chest, and caresses him affectionately, adding, "How could I ever refuse my darling boy?" The next morning before 9 AM, Vinay's friend Gautham engages in perverse sexual acts and speaks obscenities to Madhu right in front of Vinay; witnessing and hearing all of this, Vinay becomes intensely sexually aroused.

Makes Sense. But Don't Make It Too Obvious. The Fun Of The Thrill Of Watching Discreetly Is Unmatchable As Compared To See Everything In Front. So I'd Rather Suggest The Author Make Vinay Somewhat Like Arjun From ‘MOM'S VILLAGE AFFAIR’ A Secret Voyeur To His Mom's Defiling.

[olumannan]

Either way vinay is going to lose his mother and Gowtham is going to take her openly. His father would die of heart attack. Instead of seeing it, vinay can commit suicide.

[CoreMadness]

This is going great . Excellent narration . I just finished the last chapter that ended with a good twist . Hahaha , Good for me .

Vinay is such a pathetic character , dumbwit and weak . Throughout the last two chapters i was furious whenever i was reading his part but In the end , The choice that he has to make is such a great opportunity for his character Arc. For Once I wanna a see Rebel character or once where a character take stand and overcome his own inner conflicts and insecurity of his own .

At First I thought , This is a cuckson stoy , Three character only , story revolving around them , and it was nice premise but but but The Father character changes the whole scene . Here we have a son who still cares about His family and HIS FATHER, and I refuse to believe that VINAY is gonna fold under the manipulation or the blackmail  . I am not saying He should tell everything to his father but He should play the game , Show his cards , though He got cornered here , but A cornered animal is almost as dangerous as a wounded one

Vinay's character is really good , A gullible boy , easy to manipulate , exploring fantasy and confusing taboo's feeling . His character has potential to show growth as compare to Gautham characters Too strong and too confident . He did him dirty though He never hide it , but again to trap him like that and threating him , I hope Vinay atleast has bit of ego still inside him .

Oh , I dont know whenn you gonna post next chapter , untill then we can only wonder , How story will progress ?

I hope that it's gonna be like  Son vs Mother & Lover . lol . I dont think I have read any story which contains the SON VS MOTHER plot . It is gonna be interesting .

Even if it is simple cuckson story , It is still good . So it is win win in the end .

Once Again , Nice Story 

(Comments are for fun , Not criticism of the story or writer )

If you believe that this is not a cuckson story then you are delusional. Author only writes cuckson stories, go and read rest...at the end every one adjusts according to the affair....worst kind of stories(my personal opinion nothing against author) though good writing and perfect circumstances and very well written by author(hence reading as much as I can take it) and there is a fan base for cuckson also here...stories like these need to be tagged under Incest. 

There is no fight incoming as you predicted, Vinay will get excited, he will even eventually watch secretly shagging on his own mother just like his other story where son is weak and allowing neighbor in his village...prepare yourself for cuckson story. 

No redemption arcs here....

[CoreMadness]

Another thing, Yes son has put a wager, he agreed to help...

Rest everything is her own fault. She agreed she is just a human as if that is an excuse...there are good mothers, humans and those who never deter from morals. Doesn't mean they are not alive, not lonely...if every one starts sleeping around to be alive then why to maintain family.

She is blackmailing him that she will tell her father...I dare her to do it lol

She will never do it. Its just a blackmail. Son is not only weak but dumbass too to believe that she will tell about her affair. He can literally reverse blackmail her and stop her if he wishes to do it. gautham cannot do anything to him, as his mother she will protect him despite his blackmail.

[Umavictor32]

I would appreciate author for writting such a fabulous story.. But why this story is getting a mixed response is because i feel author till now fail to answer one important question in the story... Y GAUTHAM? Y MADHU FELL IN GAUTHAM'S TRAP? WHAT SPECIAL HE DID?? What made madhu cheat rajesh?? Was their married life not happy?? No where madhu said it till gautham came into her life... Tat detailings could have been better... 

Because as a woman, i always use to say...**Guys gets more turned on when they see actress like sai pallavi or keerthi suresh shwing 5% of body shw rather than deepika or samantha showing 100% nudity... Because more than their body guys enjoy the situation that made them to do it**

So i wish author focus more on it on how decent madhu gonna transform into slut, an ideology change, thought process change... 

Lets see

[Lousy1995]

Regarding the feedback and comments asking what exactly Gautham did that made Madhu change so much — honestly, I also don't have a clear answer to that.

As I mentioned earlier, this story is a remake of a Tamil story that I read and later adapted into English. The original story was mainly written with the focus on intimacy and fantasy rather than detailed logic or character development.

I have modified some parts, changed certain situations, and adapted the story into English, but the basic idea and some of the original elements are still from that Tamil story.

So if you're asking what exactly Gautham did that made Madhu change, there isn't some special explanation that I planned from the beginning. The original story simply focused more on the intimate side of their relationship, and I carried that basic idea into my version while making my own changes.

That's also why some parts of the story may not have a perfectly detailed explanation. I wrote this mainly as an adaptation and for entertainment, rather than as a fully realistic or deeply planned character study.

Thanks for all the feedback and comments, though. I genuinely enjoy seeing your theories about what happened between Gautham and Madhu.

[Eswarraj3372]

Waiting for hot update.....

[Umavictor32]

Regarding the feedback and comments asking what exactly Gautham did that made Madhu change so much — honestly, I also don't have a clear answer to that.

As I mentioned earlier, this story is a remake of a Tamil story that I read and later adapted into English. The original story was mainly written with the focus on intimacy and fantasy rather than detailed logic or character development.

I have modified some parts, changed certain situations, and adapted the story into English, but the basic idea and some of the original elements are still from that Tamil story.

So if you're asking what exactly Gautham did that made Madhu change, there isn't some special explanation that I planned from the beginning. The original story simply focused more on the intimate side of their relationship, and I carried that basic idea into my version while making my own changes.

That's also why some parts of the story may not have a perfectly detailed explanation. I wrote this mainly as an adaptation and for entertainment, rather than as a fully realistic or deeply planned character study.

Thanks for all the feedback and comments, though. I genuinely enjoy seeing your theories about what happened between Gautham and Madhu.


I respect your straightforward attitude and authenticity. Thank you for your story—each update has turned this into a engaging series. However, I have a quick request: please take some time to review and edit your draft before posting the next update. Also, if a previous authour  left that tamil story on a cliffhanger, request u to complete it.. Because we all are enjoying ur story..

[Brutal Hunk]

Regarding the feedback and comments asking what exactly Gautham did that made Madhu change so much — honestly, I also don't have a clear answer to that.

As I mentioned earlier, this story is a remake of a Tamil story that I read and later adapted into English. The original story was mainly written with the focus on intimacy and fantasy rather than detailed logic or character development.

I have modified some parts, changed certain situations, and adapted the story into English, but the basic idea and some of the original elements are still from that Tamil story.

So if you're asking what exactly Gautham did that made Madhu change, there isn't some special explanation that I planned from the beginning. The original story simply focused more on the intimate side of their relationship, and I carried that basic idea into my version while making my own changes.

That's also why some parts of the story may not have a perfectly detailed explanation. I wrote this mainly as an adaptation and for entertainment, rather than as a fully realistic or deeply planned character study.

Thanks for all the feedback and comments, though. I genuinely enjoy seeing your theories about what happened between Gautham and Madhu.

It Is Completely Understandable And I Would Like To Tell People That This IsA Cuckson Story So How Could The Pathetic, Weak And Wimp Son Could Be The Hero Of The Story? It Is Good To See That Madhu Somehow Is Embracing Her Truth, Acknowledging Her Inner Woman, Her Carnal Desires And Her Desire To Feel Gautham Again And Again. Would Love To Have More Updates And Eagerly Waiting To See Madhu Completely Surrendering To Gautham And Bearing His Kids!

[Vidhi Valiyathu]

Bring more humiliation to that wimpy cuckson.

[Paty@123]

Plz, change the zonar writer sir/ medam, after this story

[Vidhi Valiyathu]

Gowtham should make vinay nude in front of madhu and both laugh at his small cock. Madhu say his dad also has a tiny one. Her pregnancy is a miracle. She always loved real man cock like Gowtham. She should show gowtham cock to vinay and give blowjob. And advise vinay not to marry any girl and spoil her life like his dad. Vinay die out of shame.

[santhu304]

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