Breathe in...breathe out. A relaxing, hearty session of yoga can truly put the mind at ease. Let go of your stresses, forget about the outside world, and focus on the moment. And on that note, it can be enjoyed by anyone, whether alone or with a group. Lucky for Zeke, the boy scored a private yoga session for himself and a person of his choosing! Naturally, who else would he bring other than his always eager mom? Well, unfortunately, Aunt Li-Li was occupied, so today’s an old-fashioned day with mother and her son. Likewise, the duo were the only ones at the studio, so it was up to them to teach themselves each yoga lesson. Though, that probably worked out for the better in the end. Even more conveniently, Zeke opted to have his mat stationed behind his mom’s. It was to ‘make sure she gets the poses right’, or something. Big talk, but we all know he just wanted a firsthand view of mama in her old yoga wear. But the poor old girl was struggling! The YouTube tutorial said to do the ‘downward dog’ pose, but at the ripe, crisp age of 40, Angie had to take a few *ahem* liberties to make it work. “*HUFF* I'm getting too old for this...” Angie called upon her long-since-past youth to give her the strength she needed to make it through this next yoga lesson. As she bent down, her sloshy, hefty jugs provided her with some makeshift cushioning. Then, for all the world to see, or just Zeke, she raised her fat, foxy rear. Whether intentional or not, she was doing her absolute best to give him the best view. All the while, she struggled to maintain composure.

Her dated yoga wear consisted of a dark blue set of leggings with sleek sky-blue stripes, plus a matching blue top. It’d probably been decades since those last saw any use, so they gave out rather quickly. First a slight *TEAR*, then a larger *RIP*, revealing that she had foregone the use of underwear! Zeke, already long past the point of focus, tried to keep his cool, “Come on Zeke, you can do this. Hold it together, man. It's just your hot mom's fat...juicy...bubblicious ass pointed right at your face...” Being foxes, they have the gift of very sensitive and accurate noses. Likewise, her natural scent mixed with her hints of perfume were driving the boy insane, almost unable to contain his urges. And, well we know how this goes. Barely a moment later, Zeke was already face deep in his mother’s nethers. Surprised, but not exactly complaining, she attempted to snap her boy out of such a state, “Oh! Zeke! Not now! Mama's all sweaty back there...” Still maintaining the now ‘downward fox’ pose, she let out a series of gentle moans and whimpers as her son gave her the treatment she deserved. Zeke squeezed and squished at her rump, letting her know that no amount of yoga would diminish one of her best features. Once again, breathe in...breathe out...he greedily took in her addicting scent. Fresh air is overrated anyway. He ignored his mother’s previous statement, instead wishing to lose himself in the heat of the moment. “Mmmfff, you smell like cinnamon, mom~” Pure euphoria. Bliss, even. Maybe Zeke just has his own ways of showing love to his mom. Okay well, he has quite a few, but such perverse behavior should never be tolerated in such an environment! Ah well, next time surely Aunt Li-Li would love to tag along and participate in a standard, no nonsense yoga session. Yep, and it definitely won’t go in a similar way.