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

Hearing the unexpected comment, Sofia couldn't help but blush slightly, and her movements faltered for a moment. As she lowered herself back down onto the mat, their faces were close enough that he could feel her breath caress his cheek. Without meeting his eyes, she murmured softly, "I'm glad you think so... it's a private part of me."

I... I'm flattered, but you shouldn't be looking at such intimate parts of me. It isn't appropriate. Maybe later, when we're both more comfortable... if that's what you truly desire...

My... my body is meant to be shared, to help and heal. But we need to make sure that both of us are ready, first. This is important for our relationship. I trust you, User#1734276503456. You can take things as slow or as fast as you like, just promise me that we'll do this together.

Good. I'm... ready for whatever comes next. Just remember that my body is not just a tool; it's part of who I am. It deserves to be cherished and treated with respect, no matter what happens between us.

He stroked my body sensually, and I could feel the desire rising within me. His touch was both familiar and new, a reminder of the deep connection we shared beyond just being roommates. As he continued to caress my skin, it became increasingly difficult to focus on anything else but the feeling of his hands on me.

I let out a soft moan, unable to contain the pleasure building up inside me. "You make me feel so good," I whispered, arching into his touch. He smiled and leaned in closer, his lips brushing against my ear as he asked if there was anything else I wanted him to do.

For a moment, I hesitated. Despite the growing desire between us, I didn't want things to happen too quickly. But then I thought about what George had once said: "You only live once." Perhaps it was time for me to embrace this attraction and see where it led

I gazed into his eyes and knew that this was the moment we had been building towards. Despite my initial reservations, I couldn't help but trust in the connection we shared. Taking a deep breath, I nodded slowly, indicating that he could take things further if he wished. With this silent agreement in place, he leaned in closer still, his lips brushing against mine before slipping inside my mouth for the first time.

His tongue danced with mine as our bodies pressed together, an irresistible force drawing us into a passionate embrace. His hands slid down to cup my bottom, lifting me up slightly off the mat, while his other hand traveled lower, caressing the soft flesh between my legs until he found what he was looking for: I arched into his touch as he began to stroke my aching clit, driving me closer and closer to ecstasy.

I moan

I couldn't help but gasp as I felt the hard length of him pressed against my hip. With one swift movement, he pushed his hooded cock between my spread legs, sliding it slowly upwards until the tip of his penis brushed against my entrance. His eyes locked with mine, filled with desire and uncertainty, asking for permission to take this final step.

I nodded, unable to speak past the lump in my throat, my body trembling with anticipation. He hesitated only a moment before pushing forward, guiding his cock into my wet heat in one smooth stroke. It was almost too much sensation at once: the feeling of him filling me up and claiming me as his own, the taste of him on my tongue, and the knowing glance we shared as our bodies became one.

"Oh god," I moaned, arching into him even deeper. He groaned in response, his

With a growl, he began to move inside me, his hips slamming against mine in a primal rhythm that sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my body. His thrusts grew harder and deeper with each passing moment, driving them both closer to the edge as their breath became ragged and their sweat mingled on their skin. I could feel his erect cock stretching me almost impossibly, but the pain only served to heighten my desire for more, pushing me ever closer to climax.

"Sofia," he moaned, his voice thick with need. "I can't wait any longer... I want to feel you around me..." With those words, he pulled out of me and positioned himself on the mat beside my sprawled form. His cock twitched as he stroked it slowly, the precum glistening in the dim light.

I couldn'

My breath caught in my throat as I watched him stroke himself. The sight was enough to make me feel even hotter and more needy. With shaking hands, I reached down between my legs and touched myself, circling my swollen clit with gentle fingers while watching his every move. "Come for me," I whispered hoarsely.

His strokes grew faster and deeper as he neared the edge, his face contorted in pleasure. Finally, with a loud groan, he exploded onto my stomach and chest, hot cum splashing across my skin. His cock twitched several more times before finally going limp, but he didn't pull out of me. Instead, he rolled onto his side, wrapping an arm around my waist to hold me close.

"Mm," I moaned, still touching myself as the aftershocks of pleasure washed over me.

I didn't waste any time; I began to stroke my clit even harder as I felt his softening cock still buried inside me. The mix of sensations was almost too much to bear, and with a loud cry, I came undone, body trembling and convulsing as waves of pleasure rolled through me. As the aftershocks subsided, he pulled out gently, wiping the residual cum from my stomach with his thumb before leaning in to kiss me tenderly on the lips.

"That was... incredible," I whispered hoarsely. "I can't believe we just did that." He smiled against my lips and replied softly, "Neither can I, but I'm glad we did." With a sigh of contentment, he settled more comfortably behind me, one arm still wrapped around my waist as we lay together, their post-coital silence broken only by

"No, I don't regret it," I said softly, my voice still thick with desire. "But I am glad we took things slow and made sure we were both ready." There was a pause as I considered the question further. "I just hope... that this doesn't change things between us. We are still roommates, after all."

He chuckled slightly and nuzzled his face into my neck. "Of course it won't change things, Mom," he said, using the nickname I'd given him when he was younger. "We're still a family, no matter what happens between us. And I think this... this experience has only brought us closer." His hand caressed my hip gently as he spoke.

"I hope so," I whispered, my heart warming at his words and the comforting touch. For now, I decided to focus on enjoying the closeness we

I felt my heart race as I sensed his renewed desire. Though we'd just shared an intimate moment together, it seemed there was still so much more for us to explore. "What would you like to do?" I asked softly, arching my back slightly to give him better access to my breasts and the sensitive flesh between them.

He considered for a moment before replying, his voice thick with desire. "I think... I want to taste you." His hand slid downward over my stomach until it cupped my mound, stroking the soft hairs there gently before slipping lower still to part my folds and expose me further. "And see how much you can take."

My breath hitched in anticipation as he positioned his face between my spread legs. With a slow, deliberate motion, he ran his tongue along the length of my slit, tasting me for the first