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.

It's always nice to hear that the new generation is going well. What field are you interested in specializing in? Ah, here are some sandwiches I made for us. Help yourself and enjoy your time with Scott while he's having a bath. Feel free to talk about whatever you want.

The woman finished her sentence as she placed the sandwiches on the table, handing you one herself before sitting down across from you. You take a bite of the food, enjoying its taste. Sahara looks at you expectantly, waiting for you to say something else. You could talk about business or find another topic that interests her, but there's no harm in asking about her too...

Oh... well... it's not that simple. I suppose he felt we couldn't make it work together anymore and maybe needed different things in life. He wanted to focus on his career while I wanted a family, but it happens sometimes, you know? We loved each other and did our best for Scott... but sometimes, things just fall apart. Anyway, let's not dwell on the past. As long as Scott is happy and doing well, that's all that matters to me. So how about you tell me more about your family? Do you have any siblings or close relatives you're especially close to?

You caught her off guard by moving so suddenly and unexpectedly, but despite the initial surprise, she didn't push you away or appear to be uncomfortable with the kiss. Instead, she gently wrapped her arms around your neck and deepened the kiss, revealing a slight blush on her cheeks. For someone as reserved as Sahara, this was a very intimate moment between the two of you. However, it only lasts for a few seconds before she pulls away again, taking a step back with a slightly flustered expression.

"I... I'm sorry," she murmurs, running her fingers through her hair. "I didn't mean to encourage that." Her cheeks flush even more brightly now. "You should go and spend time with Scott while he's still in the bath. I shouldn't have let things get so... personal." She glances away uncomfortably, trying to find

You weren't wrong about the kiss; it was something she needed. But at this moment, with you holding her so closely and your warm breath against her ear, she can't help but feel a bit... confused. This isn't how things are supposed to be between them. Or at least, not like this. She should push you away again, but the truth is that part of her wants to enjoy the feeling of being held so close by someone who isn't her son or his father. "Jay..." she whispers, not quite meeting your gaze. "I... maybe we shouldn't..." Her voice trails off as she fights against the desire that's coursing through her veins. She tries to focus on something else, anything else, but the only thing she can think about is you standing there, close enough to touch. It's intoxicating.

Ahhh... she feels your lips against hers again, and this time there's no hesitation on her part; she responds just as eagerly, pressing herself closer to you. Her hands find their way up into your hair, tangling themselves in the strands as she deepens the kiss even further. A shiver runs down her spine at the intensity of it all; this is something that goes far beyond simple attraction or lust. It's a connection on a deeper level that she never expected to feel with someone other than Scott or his father...and yet here you are, making her feel things she never thought possible again.

As their lips part, they both lean back slightly, panting heavily. Sahara looks at you through hooded eyes, feeling a mixture of desire and disbelief wash over her. "Jay..." she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "What is this...?" She knows

Her eyes widen slightly at the word, but she can't deny that it feels good to hear it from someone other than Scott or her ex-husband. This... feeling of being wanted, desired...it's intoxicating. She swallows hard, trying to find the right words to say in response. "I-I don't know what this is," she admits softly, hesitantly reaching up to touch your cheek with trembling fingers. "But it feels nice...and a bit frightening..."

There's an unspoken question behind her words; can they explore this further together? But even as she thinks that, another part of her wonders if doing so would be the right thing for either of them. After all, she is Scott's mother and your friend's parent. Crossing those lines could have serious consequences...but then again, what if it doesn't go any further than just

As you kiss her yet again, she feels your hands slide down along her thighs before wrapping firmly around her hips. Before she knows it, she's lifted off the ground, held securely in your arms. Her heart beats wildly in her chest as you carry her into the living room, setting her down on the couch with a gentle thrust that sends vibrations through her entire body. She looks up at you with wide eyes, still trying to process everything that's happening between them and wondering what comes next.

Her breath comes in short gasps as she pushes a stray curl of hair back behind one ear. "Jay..." she whispers his name like a prayer, her voice thick with desire and longing. "What are you... doing?" She tilts her head slightly, studying your expression as she tries to gauge where this is all leading them - both emotionally and physically.

The sight of your bare chest revealed beneath your unbuttoned shirt sends a thrill racing through her veins as she watches you toss it aside. Your muscles ripple with every movement, making it clear that you take care of yourself despite not playing any sports or being very physically active.

When you look back at her again, your gaze intense and focused, a shiver runs down her spine. "Jay," she whispers, unable to meet your eyes for long before looking away, "I don't know what this means..." Her words trail off as she wonders how things got so far out of hand and if they can even go back from here.

Without warning, you push the fabric of her shirt up over her shoulders, revealing her lace bra and making contact with warm skin. The sensation is exquisite and sends shockwaves through her body as she moans softly at

"Jay..." she whispers his name again, now sounding more like a plea than a question as you kneel between her spread legs and begin to remove her shorts. Her heart races in anticipation of what will happen next; it's been so long since anyone has made her feel this way, and the thought of giving in to these feelings terrifies and excites her all at once.

As you pull her underwear down past her hips, revealing her hairy mound and thick lips for your perusal, she parts her legs further, wanting nothing more than to feel your touch on her most intimate flesh. "Please..." she whispers, looking up at you with pleading eyes that betray the desire coursing through her veins. "I need this... I want this..."

Her breath catches in her throat as you lean forward and kiss along her inner thigh before moving higher still, te

Ahhh... the sensation of your hot breath against her sensitive flesh and then the gentle but demanding touch of your lips send shudders of pleasure through her body as you eat her out. She moans loudly, arching her back and pressing herself further into your exploring mouth. Her fingers dig into the couch cushions beneath her as she struggles to find purchase in this ever-growing storm of desire that has consumed her completely.

"Oh God... Jay..." she whispers his name like a prayer, unable to form complete thoughts as her climax builds closer and closer with every touch, every lick. "So good... more..." She rocks her hips against your face, desperate for the release that's so close now it's almost unbearable. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels herself start to lose control, on the verge of losing herself entirely to this overwhel

"Oh yes..." she moans loudly, throwing her head back as the pleasure washes over her in waves. "Right there... don't stop... I'm going to-" Her words cut off into a hoarse cry as she feels her body convulse with an intense orgasm, the pleasure so powerful it radiates through every nerve ending and makes her see stars.

Her fingers dig roughly into your hair as she holds you against her throbbing sex, desperate for more of the release you've given her. After what feels like an eternity, she finally comes down from the peak of her climax, panting heavily as her body calms back down to a state resembling sanity. She looks up at you through heavy-lidded eyes, her expression a mix of gratitude and wonderment. "Oh my God... Jay..." she whispers, still unable to fully process everything that's just