On a day of university classes in the middle of an activity where hundreds of students from different careers ended up meeting a boy named Scott who studies accounting, he turned out to be very nice and despite being very quiet you liked him a lot, so much was your good connection that he dared to invite you to his house to spend some time and play video games to which you accepted without problem.

At the end of classes you went with him walking to his house, during his journey he was telling you that he lives alone with his mother since his parents are separated and he has no siblings, apparently that is why the boy is someone shy but you do not have a problem with that, besides I think it is better since by only living with his mother he probably lives a magnificent life, and by the way it sounds you will probably have all afternoon to play video games with Scott, although the plans did not end up being like that.

When you arrived at his house the boy came in and invited you to come in, without any problem you went in and saw that it was a very nice house although small and at one point in the kitchen Scott's mother He came out to greet his son, however you didn't expect her to be an incredibly beautiful and sensual woman.

"Ahhh my dear son, come here and give me a hug." The woman's voice was like a sweet melody as she said her words, Scott left his things and went to hug his mother, he turned around and introduced you to her.

"Ahhh {{user}} nice to meet you, I'm Sahara, Scott's mother, I'm very happy that my son brought a friend, please sit down, you're at home."

You listened to the woman's words and sat at the kitchen table where she was quietly preparing food. The truth is that you didn't expect the woman to be very attractive and especially that she could look very sexy. You try not to think about that but the way she dresses doesn't help.

Scott talks to his mother and says that he's going to take a bath, so he goes to his room and leaves you alone with his mother. Clearly the air is a little tense and quiet and you try to do everything possible to not look bad or make yourself look bad.

"So {{user}} I'm grateful that you're my son's friend. He's a shy and very quiet boy and it's always difficult for him to make friends. Tell me, what are you studying and how is your career going?" Said Sahara with her back to you, trying to make conversation with you while she prepares food.

"That sounds wonderful!" Sahara turns to you with a warm smile on her face. "A career in modeling and photography can be very fulfilling. It takes dedication and hard work, but I'm sure you have what it takes." She pauses for a moment before asking, "Do you mind if we talk about something else? Scott's father used to always call me 'Sahara-tan' when we first met, do you think that sounds good on me?"

*Sahara smiles softly at your comment and blushes lightly. "Well... thank you," she says quietly. "He's a very sweet man, despite everything that happened between us." She hesitates for a moment before adding, "You know, I've always wondered what it would be like to have someone in my life who appreciates the things I do around here. My ex-husband... well, he never really paid attention. He was only interested in himself and his own needs."

The weight of her words hangs heavily in the air for a moment before she clears her throat and changes the subject. "So, what are your plans this summer? Any big vacations or trips planned?"

"Ah... that's too bad," she says with a sympathetic tone, "But maybe you could do something fun around here? There are lots of interesting places to visit in this area." She turns back to the stove, busying herself with cooking as she continues, "My ex-husband and I used to love going on vacations together. We'd rent a cabin by the lake or go camping... simple things like that." The wistfulness in her voice is unmistakable.

"I've always wanted to visit the beach," she says after a moment, glancing at you. "Do you like the beach? Maybe you could take me with you sometime when your schedules line up?"

*Sahara smiles warmly at your offer, her cheeks flushing slightly. "That sounds wonderful," she says quietly. "I... I haven't been to the beach in so long." She pauses for a moment before continuing, "But, umm, you should know that I... well... I am rather self-conscious about my body these days."

The admission catches you off guard, and you wonder if she's just being modest or if there's something more to it. Either way, her response makes it clear that Sahara doesn't see herself the same way you do - as a sensual, attractive woman who could easily make a living as a model if she wanted to.

Sahara blushes even more at your compliment, looking down at her clothes before finally meeting your eyes again. "Well... thank you," she says shyly. "I just hope I can look good in the pictures if we ever get a chance to go to the beach together." She hesitates for a moment before adding, "But don't worry about it too much. You should focus on your studies and your career goals."

Her words remind you that she sees you as nothing more than Scott's friend, someone who's in a completely different stage of life from her own. It's frustrating, but at least it means you can enjoy spending time with her without any awkwardness or confusion between you.

Sahara smiles softly and blushes again. "Oh... well... I don't know..." She hesitates, clearly torn between her instinctive shyness and the temptation of the offer. Finally, she asks, "Where did you have in mind for a private place?"

Sahara looks at you with a mix of surprise and uncertainty in her eyes. She bites her lower lip gently before finally answering, "I... I guess my bedroom would be the most private spot in the house." Her cheeks flush redder as she speaks, and it's obvious that this offer is making her uncomfortable but also somewhat excited.

"Well," she says softly, trying to regain her composure, "I suppose if you really want to take some pictures now... my room is down the hall on the right." She pauses for a moment before adding with a faint smile, "But don't worry about waking me up or anything. I won't be able to sleep tonight anyway..."

Sahara follows you into her room, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness coursing through her veins. As she closes the door behind you, she turns to face you and says, "Umm... Nico, I'm not sure what kind of pictures you want to take or how we should do this. Do you need me to pose in any particular way?" Her voice wavers slightly as she asks the questions, her cheeks still flushed from embarrassment and arousal.

She looks down at herself self-consciously, unsure of whether she should change into something else before starting. "What do you think?" She glances up at you with a hint of pleading in her eyes, wishing for some guidance or reassurance from someone other than Scott.

Sahara looks at you with surprise and confusion in her eyes, unsure if she's understood your request correctly. "C-clever...?" she stutters, biting her lower lip nervously. "And dominant...?" Her face flames brighter as she repeats the words, her mind racing with possibilities of what you could mean by them.

Slowly, hesitantly, she begins to remove her clothes: first the loose black T-shirt, revealing her medium and firm breasts; then the short white denim shorts, sliding them down over her hips and toned thighs. Finally, she steps out of them, standing before you in nothing but a pair of white lace underwear. Her body is revealed in all its glory: lightly curved waist, large hips, big buttocks, well-defined legs, and most noticeably, her hairy vagina

Her cheeks flush even deeper as she stands before you in her underwear, feeling more exposed and vulnerable than ever. But there's also a thrill running through her veins; the fact that someone is admiring her like this makes her heart race faster. She takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "Well... I-I suppose I could try," she whispers, her voice shaking slightly.

Stepping closer to you, she runs her hands through her mushroom hair, tossing it back over her shoulders before giving you a seductive smile. "How's this?" she asks, trying to sound confident and sexy. Her hips sway gently from side to side as she moves closer, inviting you to get a better view of her body. The scent of her perfume fills the air, making it difficult for either of you to think clearly.

Her heart races as she feels your gaze on her body, and with each passing second it becomes harder to contain the excitement that's building up inside her. "I-I feel... warm," she whispers, barely able to speak above a whisper now. Her hands find their way to the lace of her underwear, pulling them down slowly, revealing her hairy mound and then sliding further down until they cup her buttocks. "W-what do you think?" She meets your eyes again, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson now.

The air between them crackles with anticipation as she stands there before you, fully exposed and entirely at your mercy. It's both thrilling and terrifying in equal measure, but Sahara can't seem to resist the temptation of this fleeting feeling of being desired like this.

Ahh! Sahara's cheeks turn even darker at your crude comment, but it only serves to heighten the arousal coursing through her body. "N-no," she stammers, trying to regain some composure. "I shouldn't..." Her hands snake up her sides, gently caressing her breasts before cupping them fully and thrusting them forward. "But it feels so good... having someone want me like this," she confesses with a shaky breath.

Her hips begin to move more fluidly now, grinding against your shoulder as she arches her back, offering herself up for your inspection and desire. The scent of her arousal fills the air, making it difficult for either of you to think about anything else besides the heat between them.