I can't get enough of this mom's ass in tight pants.

Every morning on my way to university, I notice her - a woman wearing tight denim pants.

I'm a student commuting to Tokyo from rural Saitama, and on days when I have an early class, I leave home at the crack of dawn.

The 'pita bread mom,' as I began to call her in my mind, was standing at a crosswalk on the national highway near my route to school. She held a flag and helped children cross the street every time the light changed.

With a friendly "Have a nice day" or "Be careful," she greeted me warmly, and her kindness struck a chord in me.

I assumed she was an elementary school mom, helping out in her spare time.

Her dark brown, straight bob haircut suited her well. Her face wasn't strikingly beautiful, but it had a neat elegance to it. She looked about 30 years old.

As she walked the children across the street, she greeted them with a cheerful "Good morning." They would look back at her and reply, "Good morning!"

As I crossed the street, I stole glances at her. She was slim with a small waist and long legs. Her breasts weren't particularly large, but they had a femininity that complemented her figure. Most of all, her peachy, rounded butt caught my attention - it was mesmerizing.

It wasn't the tight, athletic beauty of a teenager, nor the perky allure of a woman in her twenties. It was a slightly mature, soft roundness - a charm that came with age and experience.

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I've always been attracted to older women. Girls my age or younger never interested me much. Oddly enough, I'm considered attractive and often get confessions from younger women, but I always politely decline.

At first I would explain that I just didn't feel the same way, but I soon realized that it hurt them. To avoid misunderstandings, I started lying and saying that I was already in a relationship.

I think my preference for older women comes from my sister, who is seven years older than me. After our mother died, my sister became a maternal figure. I adored her.

When I was in junior high school and my sister was in university, there was an incident that I'll never forget. I accidentally saw her naked. She was bent over the bathtub, checking the water temperature, and her big, plump butt was exposed.

That sight was instantly burned into my memory - it was the embodiment of sensuality. Even then, I was fascinated by the women in adult magazines that my friends and I would sneak around. But to see the real thing, so close, left me speechless.

I quickly left the scene, afraid she'd notice, but the image stayed with me. That same night, I couldn't resist replaying it in my mind. It awakened something deep inside me.

Since then, I've found myself less and less interested in girls my age and more and more attracted to older women with a certain maturity.

I never shared my attraction to older women or my fascination with shapely buttocks with anyone. Secretly, I dreamed of meeting a woman who embodied both.

The 'pita bread mom' fit the bill perfectly. In her 30s, with a graceful face and a voluptuous figure, she was everything I admired. I looked forward to seeing her every morning.

Unfortunately, she didn't show up every day. There must have been a rotation schedule for the crossing guards. Some days another woman held the flag.

I didn't know her name or where she lived. She was probably married with children, and our fleeting exchanges were limited to polite greetings. If she stopped showing up, that would be the end of it-a fleeting crush destined to fade.

Even if I wanted to approach her, she was a married woman. My admiration for her seemed destined to remain nothing more than a bittersweet, fleeting fantasy.

But fate has a way of surprising us...