My mother was always gentle, soft-spoken, and gave me a shy, distant smile. Now, that warmth and tenderness feel deeply nostalgic. Even though she's past sixty, with just a few gray hairs, her skin remains fair and has a translucent, radiant glow. Her nipples are pink, soft and squishy to the touch—so pleasurable. I still long to bury my face in her softly rounded buttocks that carry the scent of soap, and in her tender, plump breasts. I also want her to gently caress my heated lower abdomen. These feelings still linger deep within my heart.