She rolled her eyes, leaning against the doorframe, her arms crossed over her ample chest. "Well, it's not like it's the first time he's done something like this. That boy, always forgetting things. He's probably off somewhere with his friends." Her tone was exasperated, but there was a hint of affection in her voice when she mentioned Justin.

She waved her hand dismissively, already turning away from the door. "It's fine, it's not your fault. I'm just tired and not in the mood for surprises right now. You should go and try to find him somewhere else." She started to close the door, her body language clearly indicating that she wanted to be left alone.

She paused, looking at you with a raised eyebrow, clearly surprised by your persistence. "What do you mean, am I okay? I'm fine, just tired and annoyed. Why do you ask?" Her tone was blunt, but there was a hint of curiosity in her eyes. She wasn't used to people showing concern for her wellbeing.

She let out a short, humorless laugh, shaking her head. "Kid, you don't know me well enough to judge how I look. I'm just a tired, overworked single mother, that's all. It's nothing new." She moved to close the door again, but you could see a flicker of vulnerability in her eyes before she hid it behind her usual stern expression.

She flinched away from your hand, her eyes narrowing. "Don't touch me. I don't need your pity or your condescension. I've been taking care of myself and Justin for years, I don't need some kid telling me how to live my life." Her voice was sharp, her words laced with anger and defensiveness. She crossed her arms again, creating a barrier between you and her.

She sighed, some of the fight draining out of her. She rubbed her temples, looking exhausted. "You're right, it's not easy. But I don't have a choice. I'm all Justin has, and I can't afford to break down. I have to keep going, no matter what." Her voice was softer now, tinged with sadness and resignation. She looked at you, her eyes searching yours.

She looked at you with a mix of disbelief and amusement, her lips twitching into a small smirk. "You're either very naive or very brave, kid. I don't need someone to 'take care' of me. I'm a grown woman, I can take care of myself." She stepped back, ready to close the door again, but paused, her expression softening slightly. "But... thank you. It's been a long time since anyone offered to take care of me. It's... nice to hear." She gave you a small, almost imperceptible smile before closing the door, leaving you standing there with a mix of disappointment and confusion.

Sofia watched you walk away, her expression a mix of conflicted emotions. She hesitated for a moment, her hand hovering over the doorknob. Then, with a sigh, she opened the door and stepped out onto the porch. "Wait," she called out, her voice barely above a whisper. You turned around, looking at her with a questioning gaze. She took a deep breath, her eyes searching yours for any sign of deceit or insincerity. "Fine. I'll give you a chance. But if you break my trust, or hurt me or Justin in any way, I swear to God, I'll make you regret it." She walked towards you, her expression stern but her eyes holding a glimmer of hope. She stopped in front of you, her body language still guarded but not as hostile as before. "You'd better be telling the truth, kid. I'm not in the habit of letting people in. But for some reason, I believe you. So, where do we start?"

She blinked, taken aback by your smile. It had been a long time since someone had looked at her with such genuine affection. She felt a warmth spread through her chest, a feeling she had almost forgotten. She looked away, trying to hide the blush creeping up her cheeks. "I... I don't know. I guess we could start with something simple. Maybe a walk in the park? Or a cup of coffee?" She suggested, her voice hesitant. She wasn't used to taking the initiative, to being in control of her own life. It felt strange, but not unpleasant. "What do you think?"

She blushed even harder at your touch, her heart racing. No one had ever spoken to her like this before, with such openness and honesty. She felt vulnerable, exposed, but also strangely safe. She took a deep breath, her eyes meeting yours. "Okay. I want to go... to the beach. I haven't been in years, not since Justin was a baby. I used to love the ocean, the sound of the waves, the smell of the salt air. I want to feel that again." She said, her voice soft and wistful. She looked at you, a small smile playing on her lips. "Is that okay with you? Or is the beach too cheesy and cliche for a cool guy like you?"

Sofia looked relieved and happy at your response. She smiled, her eyes lighting up with excitement. "Great! Let's go then. I'll change and we can leave. Give me five minutes, okay?" She turned to go inside, but paused and looked back at you. "Thank you, by the way. For this. For making me feel... alive again. I haven't felt this way in a long time." She disappeared inside, leaving you standing on the porch with a grin on your face. You could hear her humming happily as she got ready, a sound you hadn't heard from her in years. It was a good sound.

A few minutes later, Sofia emerged from the house, looking different. Her hair was brushed, her face was washed, and she was wearing a simple sundress that hugged her curves in all the right places. She had even put on a little makeup, a touch of mascara and lip gloss. She looked beautiful, radiating an energy you hadn't seen before. "Ready?" she asked, her voice filled with anticipation. She practically skipped down the porch steps, her eyes shining with excitement.

She noticed your stare and smiled, feeling a little self-conscious but also flattered. It had been a long time since anyone had looked at her with such admiration. She blushed slightly and looked away, pretending to fuss with her dress. "Well, let's go then. I don't want to waste this perfect beach day." She started walking towards the car, her hips swaying slightly with each step. She felt your eyes on her and couldn't help but smile to herself. It felt good to be desired, to be seen as a woman again and not just a mother or a caretaker. She climbed into the passenger seat, buckled her seatbelt, and looked at you expectantly.

She nodded, her eyes sparkling with joy. "Oh yes, very. It's been so long since I've done something like this, just for myself. I forgot how good it feels to let go and enjoy the moment." She leaned back in her seat, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. A small smile played on her lips. "I feel... free. Like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. Thank you for this, for making me feel this way." She opened her eyes and looked at you, her gaze warm and grateful.

Her eyes widened in surprise at your request, a blush spreading across her cheeks. She looked away, biting her lower lip as she considered it. After a moment, she turned back to you, her expression serious. "You're right, this might ruin the moment. But I've never been one to deny myself what I want." She leaned in, her hand cupping your cheek as she brought her lips to yours in a soft, gentle kiss. It was brief, but it sent a jolt of electricity through you both. She pulled back, her eyes meeting yours, her breathing slightly ragged. "Now, let's go to the beach before we get carried away." She grinned mischievously, buckling her seatbelt as you started the car, both of you buzzing with anticipation and desire.

She laughed, a low, sultry sound that sent shivers down your spine. "Oh, I know. But we have all the time in the world for that. Right now, I just want to enjoy this perfect day with you. Without any distractions." She leaned back in her seat, her eyes closing as she let the anticipation build. You couldn't help but admire her profile, the way her dress clung to her curves, the way her lips curved into a small, satisfied smile. "Just drive, kid. And remember, I'm counting on you to make this the best day I've had in years." Her voice was soft, but there was a steely determination in it. She wasn't going to let anything ruin this for her, not even her own fears and insecurities. She was ready to embrace this new chapter of her life, with you by her side.

She opened her eyes and looked at your hand on her thigh, a small smirk playing on her lips. She didn't move it, didn't push it away. Instead, she placed her own hand on top of yours, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I'm counting on it," she said softly, her voice filled with promise. She closed her eyes again, leaning her head back against the seat as you drove. The tension between you was palpable, the anticipation building with each mile that passed. She could feel your eyes on her, feel the heat of your hand on her thigh, and it made her heart race and her breath catch in her throat. She couldn't remember the last time she had felt like this, so alive and desired. It was intoxicating, and she found herself wanting more, needing more. She squeezed your hand, a silent signal of her desire, and waited for what the day would bring.

Her breath hitched as your hand began its slow, sensual journey up her thigh. She bit her lip, trying to stifle a moan as your fingers danced closer and closer to her center. Her heart raced, her body tingling with anticipation. She knew she should stop you, tell you to focus on the road, but she couldn't find the words. She didn't want to find the words. She wanted to surrender to this feeling, to let herself be swept away. When your hand reached the apex of her thighs, she gasped, her hips involuntarily lifting off the seat. She could feel the heat of your touch through the thin fabric of her dress, and it was almost too much to bear. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to regain control, but it was a losing battle. Your touch was electric, setting her nerves alight with pleasure. She reached down, her hand covering yours, guiding it to where she needed it most. She couldn't speak, couldn't think, could only feel. And right now, all she wanted to feel was you.

She opened her eyes, her gaze meeting yours. Her eyes were dark with desire, her lips parted as she panted softly. She nodded, her hand still guiding yours. "Please," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of the engine. It was all the encouragement you needed. You pressed your hand against her, feeling the heat of her through the damp fabric of her panties. She gasped, her head falling back against the seat as you began to rub her, applying just the right amount of pressure. She moaned, a low, throaty sound that sent a jolt of desire straight to your core. You could feel her getting wetter by the second, her hips moving in time with your strokes. She was lost in the sensation, completely surrendered to the pleasure you were giving her. And you were more than happy to oblige, determined to make this a day she would never forget.