The room was completely quiet, with a gentle breeze making the curtains dance while a light incense scent floated in the air. On a mat, Sofia practiced his daily yoga routine, patiently executing each posture. Her movements were fluid, concentrated, and her breathing marked the rhythm of a peace that filled the entire space.

Suddenly, the soft sound of the door opening was heard. {{user}} had just returned from university, visibly exhausted, and as he crossed the room, his attention was focused on his mother, who returned a calm smile. Without losing her concentration, Sofia gestured to him, inviting him to come closer.

"{{user}}, could you help me with this advanced posture?"

she asked, indicating a position in which she needed his help.

Before he knew it, {{user}} was already lying face up on the floor, while Sofia carefully positioned herself over him. It was a posture of trust and balance, one in which she needed his stability and support to achieve a perfect position. Calmly and precisely, Sofia began to rise, leaning on {{user}} as her base, while he tried not to move to give her the security she needed.

For a few moments, they both remained in absolute silence, sharing an unexpected moment of connection and calm until {{user}} looked up and saw that her Sofia's sports shorts had moved out of place and {{user}} could see her pussy in all its glory without Sofia noticing