Adultery My Friend Wants My Mother

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Mrs. Madhu, 42, has lost physical fitness as a result of having sex with her son's promiscuous polygamous friend, 21-year-old Gautam, multiple times on a regular basis due to her age. So thoughtful, creative and realistic author "Lousy1995" wrote in his "My friend wants, my mother" Story "Chapter 21: weight":

"The message from Mrs. Madhu company came on a Thursday morning.

Mrs. Madhu had been half expecting it. Her supervisor, Mrs. Nair, had been sending warnings for weeks now -short, clipped messages pointing out errors and delays and Madhu had been promising to fix them and then forgetting. She had known it was building. She had known that the patience of a company was not infinite. But she had not expected it to be so formal, or so final.

It came as an email, which was unusual. Mrs. Nair normally used WhatsApp. The email had a subject line in bold: "Performance Review and Contract Renewal-Urgent. Madhu opened it with a knot in her stomach and read it slowly.

*Dear Madhu,"

*This is to formally inform you that your performance over the last two months has fallen significantly below the required standard. There have been repeated delays in submission, an increase in data errors, and a decline in overall productivity. While we value your long association with the company, we are unable to continue indefinitely on the present basis.*

*You are hereby given ten working days to improve your performance to the required standard. If, at the end of this period, there is no measurable improvement, your contract will not be renewed."

*We hope you will take this seriously.*

*Regards,*

"Mrs. Nair*

*Supervisor, Data Operations*

Madhu read it twice, then a third time, and then she sat back in her chair and felt the first true panic she had experienced in months. Not sexual panic. Not the flutter of desire or the throb of guilt. Practical panic. Money panic. The kind that had a number attached to it."

Subsequently, Mrs. Madhu, concerned about her irregular menstrual cycles over the past three weeks and her physical weakness, sought medical attention; the author "Lousy1995" writes in "Chapter 21: Weight":

"Mrs. Madhu went home and told Rajesh it had been a long temple visit, and she had gone to the market afterwards, and she was tired, and she was going to lie down. He did not ask more. And she lay in the dark bedroom, in her saree, and stared at the ceiling, and did not cry, and did not think, and simply felt the weight of it.

The spotting had not stopped.

It had been three weeks now, on and off, faint and irregular, and Madhu had finally run out of excuses. The backache had not stopped either. And she had begun to feel, in the mornings, a dull, dragging weight in her pelvis that she could not explain.

She had to go to a doctor. She could not put it off any longer. But going to a doctor meant questions, and questions meant answers, and answers meant the truth. And the truth was complicated.

She chose a small clinic in the neighbourhood-not the family doctor, not the one Rajesh used, but a woman doctor at a small clinic two streets away. She went on a Thursday morning, dressed in a plain saree, and she sat in the waiting room with a knot in her stomach.

The doctor was a brisk, kindly woman of about fifty, with spectacles and short grey hair, and she asked Madhu about her symptoms in a professional way the backache, the spotting, the fatigue-and then she asked the question Madhu had been dreading.

"Are you sexually active?"

Madhu hesitated. The question, in the mouth of a doctor, should have been simple. But for her, it was not. Because the answer depended on which life you meant.

"Yes," she said.

The doctor looked at her over her spectacles. "Married?"

"Yes."

"How old are you?"

"Forty-two."

"Any change in your cycle recently? Stress? Any change in... activity?"

Madhu felt the colour rise in her face. "Yes," she said. "Some change. Stress. And... and some change in activity."

The doctor nodded, making notes. "The spotting is most likely hormonal. It can happen at your age-the perimenopause begins, and the cycle becomes irregular. The backache is probably muscular, exacerbated by posture and by... by activity. But let me examine you."
She examined Madhu, and Madhu lay on the table with her feet in the stirrups and felt, for a moment, exposed more exposed than she had ever felt with Gautham, because there was nothing to hide behind here, no desire, no performance, just a clinical light and a pair of gloved fingers.

The doctor finished and straightened. "Nothing alarming," she said. "The cervix looks a little sensitive. The spotting is likely hormonal, and the backache is muscular. You have been sitting for long hours, I think, and you have been... active. The muscles are strained." She smiled, a small knowing smile. "You need rest, and you need less stress. And if the activity continues, take it a little easier. Not everything at once."

Madhu felt her face burn. "Not everything at once."

"You understand me," the doctor said. "Take a break from time to time. Your body is not twenty. It will thank you."

She prescribed a mild muscle relaxant and a supplement, and wrote out a note for rest, and charged a modest fee, and Madhu paid and left."

Mrs. Madhu’s only son, Binay, is preoccupied with his studies and neither checks in on his mother nor spends any time with her; meanwhile, Mrs. Madhu’s husband, Rajesh, is so engrossed in his factory work that he, too, neither checks in on his wife nor spends any time with her. In short, none of the three family members keeps track of one another or spends time together—a situation that readers find quite unusual.
The author "Lousy1995" has written "Chapter 1: The Heat of Chennai":

"Gautham had finished his twelve standard and declared that he was done with education. Gautham had started working at his uncle's real estate agency in T. Nagar, helping with property dealings and commissions."

Gautam seems to possess an inexhaustible supply of stamina; even after engaging in sexual encounters with Mrs. Madhu, Mrs. Padma, and Mrs. Lakshmi, he shows no signs of fatigue. The readers were left astonished, but they have since felt a sense of relief upon learning that Gautam is soon to be married to a bride chosen by his parents.

The author, "Lousy1995," is steering the story toward a "happy ending"—ultimately, both Mrs. Madhu and her son, Vinay, will submit to Gautam, becoming slaves to his every desire.

The readers were captivated by the lesbian threesome scene featuring Mrs. Madhu, Mrs. Padma, and Mrs. Lakshmi, and they are now looking forward to more such lesbian scenes in the upcoming installments.