The small hill town was quiet and far away from their city home. Raj had brought his mother Meera here after his father died in a road accident. He said it would help them both forget the pain. But deep inside, Raj had darker plans.

Meera was 39 years old. She had a beautiful face, long black hair, and a body that still looked young and sexy. Her big soft boobs and wide hips made her look like a goddess even in her simple white saree. After her husband’s death she wore only white clothes as a sign of mourning. But her heavy boobs still pressed tightly against her blouse, and her round ass moved softly when she walked.