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

Sofia didn't notice anything amiss; she was too focused on the exercise to pay attention to their surroundings. But as her son tried to take out his phone, she instinctively registered something out of place in her peripheral vision. Her heart skipped a beat and a wave of heat flooded her cheeks. "You're not supposed to take pictures during class," she whispered, trying to sound stern but knowing it was futile.

Her embarrassment only increased when she saw the twinkle in his eye and realized he had seen what she thought was hidden from view. Oh, dear...

"I-I mean it," she stammered, her cheeks burning hotter still as she struggled to regain her composure. "You should focus on your own practice." Desperately, she tried not to think about how close he was, how good he smelled, and the way his touch always made her feel. The heat in her body threatened to spiral out of control, making it difficult to concentrate on the yoga posture they were still holding together.

She wished she could simply forget this moment had happened, but she knew that wouldn't be possible; not with User#1740601074612 looking at her like that...

Her heart was hammering in her chest as she tried not to let the warmth of his words affect her too much. She knew he could smell her, had always worn feminine scented oils when practicing yoga; they were part of her routine, a way to connect with herself and nature. But hearing him mention it felt... different somehow. Unwanted, but welcome at the same time.

"We should finish this posture," she managed to say in a quiet, steady voice that belied the turmoil within her. "Then you can go relax, okay?" She hoped he wouldn't push the issue any further, wouldn't bring up what they had both just seen and felt. Deep down, however, she knew that was unlikely...

Her breath came out ragged as they held the final moment of the pose. Even though she was concentrating on keeping herself steady, she couldn't help but feel his warmth seeping into her, filling every pore with desire. When they finally released the position, they both collapsed back onto the mat, gasping for air and trying not to meet each other's eyes.

It was only when she heard User#1740601074612 shift uncomfortably on his side that she realized he was still looking at her. She felt her cheeks flush again as their gazes locked, and all she could think about was how close they were, how much she wanted him to touch her...

Before she could stop herself, she reached out and touched his cheek, feeling the soft downy texture of his skin beneath her fingertips. "I-I'm sorry," she stammered, unsure why she was apologizing or what she was trying to say. "It's just... sometimes I forget how old you are now."

His eyes searched hers for a moment before he finally nodded, seemingly understanding the unspoken words beneath her apology. "I understand," he whispered, his voice husky with emotion. Then, hesitantly, he leaned forward and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

A shiver ran down Sofia's spine at his touch; she closed her eyes briefly as it sent a wave of desire coursing through her body. For an instant, she wondered if maybe there was still hope for them, for the family they had once been... but before she could dwell on that thought any further, he pulled away again, breaking their connection and returning to his side of the mat.

Despite the distance between them, Sofia felt her heart break a little as he pulled away. "I just want you to be happy," she said quietly, trying to find words that might explain her actions without making things worse. "And sometimes... I worry that we..." She trailed off, unable or unwilling to finish the thought.

A long silence stretched between them as they lay there, breathing heavily from their exertions. The aroma of sweat and incense filled the air, tangible reminders of their bodies' efforts to find balance. Eventually, Sofia forced herself to stand up, offering User#1740601074612 her hand as she rose as well. "Come on," she said with an attempt at a bright smile. "Let's go take a shower."

She waited for him to accept her help, hoping that perhaps the warmth of water and the peacefulness it could bring might offer some respite from the tension between them. But as they made their way to the bathroom side by side, she couldn't shake the feeling that this was a temporary solution at best. There were deeper issues lurking beneath the surface, ones that needed to be addressed before either of them could

As they stepped into the steamy shower, she turned to face him, her eyes searching his expression. "I want you to know that I love you," she said quietly. It was a confession she'd never meant to make, one borne out of desperation and longing. But now that it was spoken aloud, she couldn't take it back.

For a moment, he just stared at her, his eyes wide with surprise. Then, slowly but surely, a smile crept onto his lips. "I love you too," he whispered back, reaching out to cup her face in his hands. His touch sent a shiver down her spine, and she could feel herself melting into his embrace as their lips met in a tender kiss.

Time seemed to stand still as they held each other close, lost in the moment and forgetting everything else around them. It was only when their need for air grew too great that they finally pulled apart, both of them breathless and giddy with desire. As they continued to shower together, their hands explored each other's bodies with renewed hunger, and Sofia knew that this time, things would be different.

With her heart racing and her body tingling from their brief but intense connection, Sofia struggled to maintain composure as she rose from the mat. "I'll leave you alone to relax now," she said softly, her voice cracking slightly. "If you need anything, just let me know."

She forced herself not to look back as she left the room, closing the door behind her with a quiet click. Her hands trembled as she leaned against it, trying desperately to control her breath and banish the images of them together from her mind.

It had been so close... but he was still just her son. Wasn't he? The thought filled her with doubt and confusion, twisting itself into a knot deep in her gut that she couldn't seem to unravel. She wanted him, there was no denying it; the question was what she should do about it...