The son fucked his mom while massaging her

My name is Sandhya, and I’m a 42-year-old woman living in Sarogi Nagar, Delhi. My life was once filled with joy and laughter, but now it’s shrouded in a darkness I never imagined possible. I am a teacher at a local school, raising my son alone after my divorce from a man who betrayed me.

Life wasn’t always this way. I had a loving husband, a comfortable home, and a life filled with luxury. But then came the shadow of my past, a former boyfriend who resurfaced and shattered everything. He manipulated me into an affair while I was still married, and when my husband discovered the truth, he filed for divorce.

Despite the pain, I rebuilt my life. My son became my world, and we found happiness in each other’s company. I worked hard to provide for us both, even buying a new apartment. Life was good again, filled with laughter, outings, yoga classes, and beautiful clothes that accentuated my youthful figure.

But fate had a cruel twist in store for me. My son, now in his second year of college, came home one day, exhausted from exams. As always, I showered him with love and affection. That evening, my body ached from the day’s work. My head throbbed, and my legs felt heavy.