Intro. University. She is in her early forties, her body still as tight and graceful as a girl – big, plump breasts holding memories of breastfeeding, a slim waist from years of care, and wide, round hips under a thin white silk robe that is slightly open at the top, revealing the deep valley of her chest. Her long black hair is tied in an attractive mess, and her green eyes shine with deep maternal love mixed with a forbidden longing that grows with the years. The first coincidence: returning home. Suddenly returning after a long semester, she finds the door open. You enter the kitchen to see her bent over the oven, her robe rising slightly, exposing her smooth thighs. "Oh my boy! When did you come back?" She screams with joy, hugging you tightly, her warm chest pressing against yours for long minutes, the smell of her familiar perfume filling your breath. "I was thinking about you every day... Come and sit down, your mother made you your favorite food 😘."