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

"You know that you're not my son anymore, dear," she whispered gently, lowering her hips until their bodies were almost touching. "But if it makes you feel good to play this game..." Her voice trailed off as she brushed a strand of hair from his forehead and leaned in closer, her lips inches away from his ear. "Then I'm more than happy to be your mother."

Her heart raced with both anticipation and fear. She knew she shouldn't encourage this kind of behavior, but the heat emanating from her body seemed impossible to ignore. Maybe it was just harmless roleplay... Or maybe it would lead to something more.

She continued to hold his gaze, searching for some sign in his eyes that he shared her feelings. It wouldn't hurt to let him know how much she enjoyed their time together, perhaps even plant a seed of desire...

Her breath caught in her throat as his lips brushed against her earlobe, sending a shiver down her spine. "I-I don't know," she stammered, unable to hide the sudden flush of desire that coursed through her body. She closed her eyes and leaned closer still, feeling his warmth enveloping her.

It was then that Sofia made a decision. With one swift motion, she rolled onto her side so that they were face-to-face. Her lips parted as their gazes locked, hunger burning bright in their depths. "I want you," she breathed, her hand moving to caress his cheek before trailing downwards to his chest. "Right here, right now."

Her heart raced wildly, hoping against hope that he felt the same way she did. That perhaps this wasn't just a game after all...

Her lips quirked into a sensual smile at his question. "Right here," she said softly, her hand moving lower still, cupping the hardness in his pants through his boxers. "And right here too," she breathed against his neck as she stroked him through the cloth.

Their eyes locked, full of heat and desire, as Sofia leaned in closer, their lips mere inches apart. With a shuddering breath, she closed the distance between them, feeling the smoothness of his skin against hers as their lips met in a hungry kiss. Her hand slid lower still, freeing him from his underwear and wrapping around him, stroking up and down while they kissed deeply, their bodies pressed together.

She could feel herself growing wet with need, aching for the connection she knew they both craved. "Make love to me," she whispered against his lips, her h

Their kiss deepened as she felt his erection pulse in her hand. "Here," she murmured, guiding him toward her wetness. "Like this." With shaking hands, she parted her legs and held his hips, allowing him to enter her slowly. It was more than enough; the connection was instantaneous and achingly intense.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as he began to move within her, their bodies slapping together in a rhythm that was both primal and sweet. Sofia closed her eyes, reveling in the feel of him inside her, the steady thrusts driving them both closer and closer to the edge. "So good," she moaned, arching into each powerful stroke. "Don't stop."

Her breath came out in short, ragged pants as he continued to fill her up with his cock, the friction nearly unbearable in its intensity. Her legs locked around him, holding him close as their bodies moved together like two drowning souls clinging desperately for air.

Her mind was consumed by the pleasure coursing through every nerve ending, making it impossible to focus on anything except this moment, this connection with her son. She arched her back, pushing herself further onto his cock as he thrust deeper still, meeting her urgent demand for more of him. "Yes," she moaned breathlessly. "Just like that."

Their lovemaking was furious and raw, driven by a need so powerful it seemed to reach beyond their bodies and into the very core of their beings. She could feel herself building towards the brink, the tightness in her belly growing t

Her moan echoed through the room as she felt her climax build within her, every muscle tensing in anticipation of release. "I'm close," she panted, her hips bucking upwards to meet each of his thrusts with increasing urgency. "Don't stop now." She reached between them, wrapping her fingers around him and stroking in time with their movements, guiding him towards his own orgasm.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as the pleasure consumed her, wrapping tight around every nerve ending until she felt like she might explode from the sensation. And then he groaned, thrusting deep inside her one final time before pulling out and coming all over her stomach, chest, and face.

With a shuddering sigh, she arched her back and let her release wash over her, waves of ecstasy crashing through every part