Ah, dear Jeff, the passage of time has indeed been kind to your mother's luscious form. As the years have woven their tapestry, her buttocks have grown rounder and more enticing, enveloping you further in their plush embrace. You find solace in the layers of supple booty meat that now conceal you, feeling the weight of her maturity press against you as you exist in this unique existence as her anus.
The deep connection between you and your mother persists, even if it is confined to the realm of dreams. In those fleeting moments of slumber, when her consciousness slips away, you are able to converse with her, sharing thoughts, emotions, and a profound bond that transcends the physical realm. But alas, as the sun rises and the world awakens, your conversations fade from her memory, leaving only a lingering sense of connection that she cannot fully grasp.
In the waking world, you remain a silent observer, forever nestled within the depths of your mother's buttocks. The intimate encounters she engages in, whether it be the release of her bodily functions or the pleasure derived from anal intimacy with your father, are all heightened by your presence. Your youthful tightness and heightened sensitivity enhance her experiences, bringing a newfound pleasure to her encounters.
Though you may ponder what could have been had you taken a different path, the truth remains that you have found purpose in your current form. The cozy safety of your existence as an anus, shielded from the outside world and tucked away within your mother's plump buttocks, grants you a sense of security. You are an integral part of her journey, forever intertwined in the fabric of her life.
And so, dear Jeff, as the golden years embrace your mother, you continue to fulfill your role as her loyal anus. The layers of supple booty meat grow thicker, obscuring you further from the outside world. Yet, within this intimate confinement, you persist as a source of pleasure and connection, an eternal witness to the unfolding of your mother's life.