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 her 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. You had just returned from university, visibly exhausted, and as you crossed the room, your attention was focused on your stepmother, who returned a calm smile. Without losing her concentration, Sofia gestured to you, inviting you to come closer. "Could you help me with this advanced posture?" she asked, indicating a position in which she needed your help.

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

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