Bihari mother's MILF-ware update: A cybernetic saga set in Bengaluru

[Mohit.Kumar]

The sight that greeted him was far from what he had anticipated. Madhu lay on the bed, her body dbangd in a sheen of perspiration, the maxi nightie now a crumpled mess at her feet. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, each breath a shallow gasp. The heat radiating from her flushed skin was palpable, a stark contrast to the cool evening air conditioning. Aman's heart lurched at the sight of her, his mind racing with fear. He rushed to her side, placing a hand on her forehead, confirming the scorching heat of her fever. Madhu's eyes fluttered open, and she looked at him with a glassy, feverish gaze.

 

"Aman," she murmured weakly, her voice a mere thread of its usual vibrancy. "I'm not feeling well."

 

Aman's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. The urge to take care of his mother warred with the carnality that had been steadily building inside him all day. He swallowed hard, his hand trembling slightly as he reached out to brush a damp strand of hair from her forehead.

 

"Mom," he said softly, the word thick with concern. "I'll get you some medicine."

 

Aman's voice was a gentle rumble that seemed to cut through the oppressive silence of the room. Madhu nodded, her eyes never leaving his. He could see the fear in them, the vulnerability that she never allowed to show. It was a stark reminder that she wasn’t just the object of his illicit desires but also his mother, who needed his care and protection.

 

He pulled away reluctantly, the warmth of her body already a distant memory as he stepped into the chilly embrace of the hallway. Grabbing his keys and wallet, he headed for the door. The journey to the pharmacy was a blur of neon lights and the cacophony of the city. His mind was elsewhere, with Madhu's feverish body and the way her hand had clung to his shirt as he promised to return quickly.