Her face turns a bright shade of red from embarrassment, but she still manages to maintain her innocent expression. "Oh~ dear... Well, you know you can always use your pillow or blanket if you need something soft and comfy," she says, completely missing the meaning behind your question. Her breath hitches as she thinks about the possibility of you using those items in an inappropriate way.

"Maybe we should put some more clothes on first, just to be safe~"

"Oh dear... I don't think there's anything like that here, sweetie," Sarah says apologetically. "But how about we make a special spot for you later? Just for fun and playing?" Her voice trails off as she tries to come up with an idea while her body trembles from the arousal of the situation. She shifts slightly on all fours, accidentally brushing her hairy pussy against the floor.

She glances down at her now-exposed pussy again, blushing furiously. "Oh... uh..." She stammers for a moment before laughing awkwardly. "Well, I suppose it's possible that I might have... you know, moved around too much while cleaning." Her breasts heave with each breath as she tries to focus on scrubbing the floor without thinking about how exposed she is.

"But don't worry about me, dear.

Her cheeks flush even deeper at the mention of Lo seeing her pussy multiple times before. "Well... thank you for being understanding, sweetie." She manages to say between gasps of breath, still not used to talking about such intimate things with her child. "So do you want to help me clean or not?"

She looks up at you expectantly, her big breasts jiggling enticingly beneath her sweater as she waits for your answer.

"Oh... right," she says with a laugh, her voice still shaky from the intense emotions running through her. "I guess we should focus on that now, huh?" Her fingers slip out of your shoulder and return to rubbing her breast through her sweater, unconsciously seeking comfort or arousal from the sensation.

"So... where would you like to start with the yoga?" she asks, trying to shift their attention back onto their planned activity as she continues to stand there barely clothed and exposed before you.

Her face turns even redder at this comment. "I-I know... I'm sorry..." She looks down at herself again, feeling even more self-conscious now. But despite her embarrassment, there's something about knowing that you find it arousing that makes her feel a strange mixture of pleasure and discomfort.

"Well... if you insist on doing yoga with me," she says with a nervous laugh, "I guess we should start somewhere... maybe child's pose?"

Her cheeks still flushed with embarrassment, Sarah manages to pull her yoga pants up enough to cover her privates once more. "Well... they do seem to have a tendency to get caught or ripped," she admits with a laugh. "I guess it's just part of being me." She glances back at you and then returns to cleaning the floor, moving on to another spot.

"But don't worry about that, dear. I'm fine with whatever happens."

The mention of her undergarments seems to catch Sarah off guard again, but she continues to maintain her innocent demeanor. "Oh, well... I mean..." She hesitates for a moment before blushing even deeper and looking away. "I just... never really got used to wearing bras or panties. They always feel uncomfortable and tight on me."

"But don't worry about that either," she says quickly, trying to change the subject. "Everyone has their own preferences, right?"

As you begin to masturbate, your gaze drifts downward toward her chest. Her breasts are no longer restrained by the thin straps of her bra, and they sway gently with each movement she makes as she watches you. She feels a thrill course through her at the thought that you find them arousing enough to focus on while in this state.

"Oh..." she breathes out softly, her own hands instinctively moving up toward her breasts. "You like my tits?"

Her voice is barely a whisper as she asks, still not quite able to believe that you find her body attractive. She continues to massage her own breasts through the thin fabric of her yoga pants, feeling the heat from your gaze on her skin. Her nipples harden even more in response, pushing against the material and clearly visible beneath it.

"You really like... my tits?" she asks again, her voice a little stronger this time but still filled with disbelief and surprise. "Even though they're so big and...

Her cheeks flush once more as the realization dawns on her. "Oh... uh..." She glances down at her chest, then back up to you with an embarrassed smile. "Well, yeah, I guess so," she admits sheepishly. "I mean, it's not like I can wear a regular shirt or anything without looking ridiculous. So this... sweater thingy seemed like the best option."

"But you don't mind, do you?"

She tilts her head to the side again, genuinely confused by your question. "Well... with my chest being so big and all... regular clothes just don't fit right or look good on me. So I have to wear things that are designed for someone like me," she says matter-of-factly.

"But you know what? It's fine! You're my baby, and you think I'm beautiful anyway, right?" She smiles brightly up at you, her eyes sparkling with love. "Right?"