Training with my Mother

My mom has always had a body that stands out, girl but with big hips and breasts, to the point where any blouse makes her show cleavage, even if she doesn't. Since she found out about my dad's thing, she changed a lot. Now she is more affectionate towards me, looks for me more and even gets into the house gym with me, something that didn't interest her before. I keep training hard and she tries to follow me at her pace, but always with those blouses that show everything and make me realize how weird things have become between us.
 
 We were at the gym in the house when my mom, with a blouse that accentuated everything, told me: 
 
Hey, can you give me a hand with this routine? I'm not sure if I'm doing it right.
 
 I approached to help her. 
 Look, you have to keep your back straight, not bent like that, I explained. 
 
—Like that? Or like that? —she said, exaggerating her posture and making her blouse adjust even more. I let myself laugh.
 
 Don't exaggerate, I said, still laughing. Just follow the form and relax a bit. 
 
She laughed too and looked at me with a smile that seemed closer than before.
 
 
—Okay, master —he said with a wink.
 
 While observing her, I realized that, although I don't think she does it with sexual intention, yes, she is flirting with me in a way she didn't before. It's rare, but it's as if she were trying to connect with me on a closer level, and I notice. 
 After some sets, we moved on to squats. My mom, wearing tight leggings, looked at me and said: 
 
Hey, teach me how to do squats well? I don't want them to see me badly.
 
 I approached to help her while she started exercising. 
 Okay, just go down slowly and keep your back straight. 
 She started doing squats, and with each descent, her gaze remained fixed on me, almost as if she were looking for something more. Her tone and the way she moved had a flirtatious touch. 
 
Is that okay? —he asked, moving his hips with a playful smile.
 
 Yes, it's perfect. Although with that style, you'll definitely attract all the gazes at the gym, I replied, joking. 
 She let out a laugh, but then she put on a bit more serious and said: 
 
It's good that we have the gym at home. This way I don't have to see how all those girls and ladies look at you like they want something more.
 
 I was surprised by his comment. He looked at me with a jealous tone and said: 
 
Really, yes. Sometimes I feel like going to tell them to stop staring at you. As if they couldn't take their eyes off of you. But at least here at home, I don't have to worry about those gazes.
 
 Oh, I didn't know you got so jealous, I said, trying to understand the tone of her words. 
 
Is she jealous? Rather, I'm annoyed that they don't leave you alone —he replied, with a gaze that seemed more intense—. I like having you to myself. And at least here at home, I don't have to compete with other curious glances.
 Your comment left me thinking. The tension I had noticed before now seemed more confusing to me. I wasn't sure if the flirting was just a joke or if there was something more behind it. 
 Wow, I hadn't realized you were bothered that much by the stares —I said, half in jest and half seriously—. And what, do you think all this is about something more? 
 
She smiled, and her expression became even more playful.
 
 
I don't know, maybe —he said—. But now that we're here alone, we can enjoy without worries.
 
 I laughed, feeling how the atmosphere between us was filled with jokes. After finishing the training, we lay down on the floor, relaxed. My mom turned towards me with a smile. 
Ugh, this feels amazing. I love exercising to feel more beautiful. After what happened with your dad and that girl, I needed a change - she said, moving in a bit closer.
 Mom, you're really hot. You've got a body - I replied with a smile. She laughed, moving her hips a little. 
—Oh, yeah? And are you trying to flirt with me with those compliments? —she asked, slowly approaching him.
 Maybe I'm just being sincere. But if you need a little affection, here I am —I said, smiling as the distance between us shortened. 
She leaned in as if she were about to give me a kiss, but just when we were about to do it, she stopped and said:
 
Hey, I think I'm going to go take a shower before I get sticky.
 Really? Just when I was about to enjoy the moment —I said, laughing. 
—Sorry, sorry —he replied with a mischievous smile—. But don't try to seduce me too much. There will be more opportunities.
 I hope that —I replied, as I watched her get up. 
She laughed and went towards the shower, leaving an atmosphere of joke and complicity between us.
 While she was walking, her silhouette was hard to ignore, with those tight leggings and her relaxed stride. I realized how she moved with a mix of confidence and flirting, and I couldn't help but smile thinking about what had just happened. She stopped halfway down the path, turned slightly and threw a glance over her shoulder. 
Don't forget what you promised - he said with a mischievous smile - there will be more opportunities to enjoy these moments.
 I laughed, nodding with a smile. I'll remember it said I, while she continued on her way to the shower.