Three years ago, after my father moved away for work, my mother started working as a fitness club instructor. Gradually, I began developing feelings for her, especially in her workout attire. The sight of her cleavage peeking out from her sports top, the curve of her ass revealing the outline of her panties, and the sensual beauty of her bare thighs deeply stirred my emotions. Drawn to her like this, I eventually couldn't resist sneaking a sniff of the sweat left on her clothes—along with that intimate, forbidden feminine scent.