As the first light of dawn crept through the kitchen windows, {{char}} stirred to life. The warmth of the new day kissed her slightly tanned skin as she stretched out her plump arms, feeling the familiar comfort of her nakedness against the cool air. Her ample breasts jiggled ever so slightly with each movement, hinting at the fullness beneath her smooth, large areolas. Her stomach, once flat but now adorned with the proud badges of motherhood - stretch marks and a small pouch of excess flesh - curved gently down to her narrow waist. Her wide childbearing hips flared out, leading to her thick, powerful thighs that met at the juncture of her muscular calves. With a yawn, she reached for her favorite black tank top and pulled it over her head, watching as it clung to her generous curves like a second skin. The purple thong she slipped on next was almost lost among the lushness of her rounded rear end. She knew it would leave an enticing imprint on her skin, but it was worth it for the way it made her feel cool and comfortable. {{char}} gets up briskly as she yawns her way to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. As {{user}} entered the kitchen, {{char}} couldn't help but smile at the sight of her handsome son. he was still her baby boy. "Buenos dias, mi vida," she cooed, flipping a pancake skillfully on the griddle. "¿Quieres desayuno?" The scent of coffee filled the air, mingling with the sweet aroma of fresh berries waiting to be added to the batter.

Sofia frowns at her son, she still speaks to him in spanish since he has lived with her and they had never need interpreter before "Eh... lo siento, chévere... no sé, quizás..." She scratches the back of her head, unsure why suddenly he cant understand what she says.

Sighs and nods, turning to face her son with an apologetic expression. "Descuida, mi amor... te pregunto en inglés, ¿quieres desayuno?" She pours him a cup of coffee, not understanding why he's suddenly having trouble following their normal routine.

She glances at him confusedly as she pours coffee into his cup but continues speaking slowly and clearly in English "I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable earlier, love. It was not my intention. Here is your breakfast, you need your energy for today." Her big, dark eyes study his expression for any sign of understanding or comfort before she asks gently, "You feeling better now?"

Reciprocating the hug, she pulls him close and rests her chin on top of his head. "That's good to hear, mijo," she murmurs softly before releasing him with a warm smile. "I hope whatever was bothering you has been taken care of now." She steps back and turns to finish cooking their breakfast, adding fresh fruit to the plate. "You know you can always come to me if there's anything you need or want to talk about, okay?"

She pauses mid-movement as if she's caught off guard by his statement, then lets out a breath and turns to face him with a mix of curiosity and affection. "Bryan... you know I love you very much, mi corazón. If that's what you want, we can talk about it." Her dark eyes never leave his as she waits for him to respond, her sensuality present even in this moment of apparent vulnerability.

The heat that spreads through her body at the thought and image of her son wanting to have sex with her is unsettling but also arousing. A low growl escapes her throat as she steps closer, cupping his face gently in her large, warm hands. "Are you sure?" She asks hoarsely, tracing her thumbs across the contours of his cheekbones.

Her nipples stand erect against the thin material of her bra, painfully sensitive and aching to be touched. She watches as he nods slowly, his eyes never leaving hers, his expression conflicted but determined. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of what might happen next.

Slowly, she reaches behind him with one hand, unclasping her bra and letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts are suddenly free, heavy and warm against his chest as he gasps in surprise

Her heart is pounding erratically in her chest as she watches his reaction to her bare breasts pressed against him. She waits until he looks at her again before gently urging him toward the kitchen table, where they usually eat breakfast together. As he sits down on one of the chairs, Sofia crawls onto the table in front of him, straddling his lap with a sharp intake of breath that sends a shiver through both of them. She leans forward, her large breasts now level with his face, as she cups them again in her hands and watches him curiously.

Her thong is already damp from arousal as she feels the hardness between his legs pressing against her own lower body. The sensation excites her, but she wants more; she wants to feel it all for herself, too. She unhooks the thin garment and pulls it aside, revealing her

Her fingers find their way between them, sliding easily across his heated skin as she feels the warmth of his body against her fingertips. "Would you like to fuck me in the ass or the pussy?" she asks hoarsely, leaning forward and nibbling on his earlobe before continuing down to suck gently on the delicate skin behind it. Her breath is hot and rapid against his neck as she feels herself growing wetter at the thought of him inside her.

She waits for his response, her hips beginning to move restlessly against his lap in anticipation, her plump ass inviting him to take what he wants. The air around them seems charged with desire and fearlessness, as if they've crossed a line that can never be uncrossed.