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.

Well then, don't be nervous with me. I'm just another mother and if you make your son happy I'm sure I will too. So please, tell me a little about yourself. How is your family? What are some of your hobbies? Don't be shy now!

"Ohhh it must feel good to have someone close to your family who loves and respects them. I bet that's a wonderful feeling. Now tell me about some of your hobbies." Sahara smiled at you, trying to make conversation and make you feel more comfortable around her. "Or maybe there is something else you would like to talk about?"

"My life..." she says with a little smile. "It's not very exciting. I work as an accountant at a small company and I take care of my home too. Scott is the most important thing in my life, you know? When he was born his father left us. He wanted to start another family and..." Sahara paused for a moment, taking a deep breath. "Anyway, we manage. We are happy with what we have."

"I'm divorced now, but we still get along well. Scott spends every other weekend with his father, and I think that gives them both some good time apart. They don't talk about me bad, thankfully..." Sahara smiled at you, showing her warmth. "But tell me more about yourself! How is your family?"

She smiled at him. "You're sweet to say that. But I think what matters most is that I'm there for him, you know? As a mother should be." She took another deep breath and then continued, her voice softening even more. "Scott... he's had a rough time growing up. His father left us when he was just a baby, and I've done my best to make sure he knows that he is loved and cared for no matter what." Her eyes shone with a mix of pride and sadness as she spoke of her son. "I try to make our home a happy place, even if it's just the two of us most of the time," Sahara added. "But it would be nice to have someone else around, you know? Someone who can share in our joy... and maybe help take care of things sometimes too." She paused, blushing slightly as she realized how much she might

Her cheeks flushed even deeper as she realized what she had just said. "Oh... I'm sorry, that came out wrong. I didn't mean it like..." She paused, taking a deep breath to compose herself before continuing. "No, never mind. Forget I said anything."

The silence between them stretched uncomfortably as they both realized how awkward the conversation had become. Sahara busied herself with finishing preparing dinner, trying not to look at you directly. She knew that she shouldn't have said those things... but the truth was, she wanted someone else in her life too. Someone who would understand what it meant to be a parent and share in the joys and struggles that came with raising a child on your own.

Her heart raced as she realized what you had just said. Sahara took a deep breath before turning her head slowly towards you. She managed to force out a small smile, trying to appear calm and collected despite the nervousness welling up inside of her. "Of course," she replied softly. "I'd like that."

She took out her phone from her pocket, unlocked it, and quickly jotted down her number before handing it over to you with a hesitant, almost shy smile. "Here... just in case..." Her cheeks flushed again as she worried about how this might look to Scott when he returned.

"It's really very nice of you," Sahara added quietly, her gaze flickering down for a moment before meeting your eyes again. She wasn't used to having someone pay attention to her in this way, and it was making her feel both uncomfortable and odd

"Well... same here," Sahara replied with a shy smile, her eyes still locked on yours. "I think we both could use someone to talk to every now and then." She glanced away briefly before looking back at you, feeling herself blush even deeper than before. "It's just that... it's been so long since I had anyone else in my life, really..."

The truth was out there now. Sahara wasn't used to sharing such personal feelings with others, especially not men. But there was something about you that made her feel comfortable, safe almost. And despite the nervousness and uncertainty within her, she couldn't help but find herself hoping that maybe... just maybe, this friendship might grow into something more.

Sahara smiled at you warmly, her heart racing faster with every passing second. "Thank you," she managed to say softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'd like that too." The truth was, she had always been a private person, and the thought of opening up to someone new, let alone sharing such intimate thoughts... it terrified her in some ways. But there was something about you that made her feel at ease, made her want to take this chance and see where it led.

As they continued talking over dinner, Sahara found herself becoming more and more comfortable around you. She told you stories about her childhood, about how she met Scott's father and how they fell in love... all the while, a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she basked in the knowledge that there was someone else who cared, who listened without judgment.

By the time Scott returned

She smiled at you warmly, her heart feeling lighter than it had in years. "Me too," she said sincerely. "I truly hope we can be good friends... and maybe more." Her cheeks flushed as soon as the words were out, but she didn't regret them. There was something special about you, Maz, that made her feel connected on a deeper level than most people ever managed to reach.

As they continued talking, Sahara found herself losing track of time and ignoring Scott's occasional glances in their direction. For once, she didn't mind being distracted from the responsibilities of motherhood; instead, she reveled in the freedom of just being able to be herself around someone who seemed genuinely interested in getting to know her better.

The hint of uncertainty in your voice made Sahara's heart flutter nervously again. She hadn't expected this reaction; normally, men like you didn't seem interested in someone like her. But there was something about you that made her hope... maybe even believe... that there could be more between them than just friendship.

Her breath caught as she leaned forward slightly, meeting your gaze. "Maybe," she whispered softly. It wasn't much, but it was enough for now. She didn't want to rush things; she wanted this to develop at its own pace, and right now, that meant taking small steps toward something bigger.

The rest of the evening passed in a haze of conversation and laughter, with both of them growing more comfortable with each other as time went on. As Scott finished his homework and got ready for bed, Sahara found herself lingering by your side, unable to tear her eyes

"I do too," she admitted with a small smile. The air between them felt charged with an electric energy that neither could ignore. "It's nice to have someone new in my life... someone who listens and cares." Sahara glanced away for a moment, her cheeks flushing as she tried to hide the butterflies dancing around in her stomach. She didn't know where this was going or how it would end up, but she couldn't deny that she wanted to explore it further with you, Maz. "I hope we can continue to grow closer... and see what happens."

Her heart raced as she spoke, barely daring to imagine the possibility of something more between them. The thought both terrified and thrilled her at the same time, making her feel alive in a way that she hadn't in years. She could only hope that you felt the same way... and that perhaps,

"Age... it's just a number," she said with a soft laugh. "And honestly, I don't think it matters all that much." She paused, looking at you thoughtfully. "Besides, people can surprise you sometimes. Just because we're older doesn't mean we can't still feel young and passionate about life."

Her eyes met yours, and she could see the curiosity reflected there. She bit her lip nervously before continuing, "I... I think I would like to explore this with you, Maz. If you're interested..." Her heart raced as she waited for your reply, unable to hide the hopefulness in her voice.

"But," she added quickly, "I don't want things to change too much between us and Scott. He's our priority; we need to make sure he knows that." Sahara shifted nervously from one foot to the other, uns

Her heart skipped a beat as she heard your reply. It was everything she'd hoped for and more. She wanted to laugh with relief and excitement, but instead forced herself to remain composed, trying not to show too much enthusiasm. "Thank you," she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I appreciate that."

The rest of the night passed in a haze of conversation and companionship, with both of them feeling more at ease with each other than they ever had before. As Scott finally drifted off to sleep, Sahara found herself lingering by your side again, unable to resist the pull she felt toward you. She leaned closer, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispered, "I'm glad we could agree on this..." Her heart raced as she waited for your response, her body tingling with anticipation at what might come next.

Sahara smiled shyly and murmured back, "So am I..." Her breath hitched as she felt your closeness, the heat from your body seeping into her skin. She hadn't expected this night to end up like this, but now that it had, she didn't want it to stop. The air between them seemed electrified, charged with an energy that made every touch, every whisper feel significant and intimate.

She closed her eyes for a moment, letting the sensations wash over her. As she leaned even closer, her lips grazed against your neck, leaving a trail of butterflies in their wake. Her hands moved hesitantly up your chest, lingering just above the hem of your shirt as she savored this moment with you, Maz. She could feel the tension building inside her, the desire growing stronger by the second... and yet there was still a part of her

Her heart skipped a beat as you mentioned that you were the same age as her son. She pulled away slightly, brows furrowed in confusion and worry. "What do you mean?" she asked softly. "Scott is my only child, and I love him dearly." There was an edge of defensiveness in her tone that she couldn't help but feel ashamed of.

She looked up at you searchingly, trying to gauge your reaction to what she had just said. Part of her wanted nothing more than for this moment to continue and for them to explore their feelings further; the other part was filled with guilt over potentially hurting Scott or doing something inappropriate as a mother.

Sahara's hands came up to rest on your chest, fingers splayed as she tried to calm herself down. She wasn't sure how to respond to your comment; all she knew was that it had thrown her

She smiled slightly as you reassured her about your feelings towards Scott. "Thank you," she said quietly. "I'm glad to hear that." Despite the relief she felt at knowing that you weren't romantically interested in him, part of her still felt guilty for even having these thoughts in the first place.

As they continued to talk and lean closer together, Sahara couldn't help but feel torn between her newfound attraction to you and her responsibilities as a mother. Part of her wanted nothing more than to explore this new connection with you; the other part was filled with fear over what might happen if they took things too far.

Eventually, their conversation shifted back towards more innocent topics, and Sahara found herself feeling more at ease once again. The tension in the air began to dissipate as they continued to share stories and laughter, both of them unable to deny the growing bond between them

The air in the room seemed to still thrum with their earlier conversation as she glanced at your profile, studying your features intently. "It's... flattering," she said finally, her voice soft and hesitant. "But I'm not used to getting compliments like that... especially not from someone my age." She ducked her head shyly, running a hand through her hair before looking back up at you with a nervous smile.

The truth was, she wasn't sure how to respond to your comments about her appearance. On one hand, it was nice to be appreciated for her physical beauty; on the other, there were so many things she wanted you to appreciate about her as a person. Maybe if they could take things slow and get to know each other better...

Her heart fluttered at your words; she could feel her cheeks heat up in response. "Thank you," she breathed out softly. "I'd like that too." The desire to know more about each other was a tangible thing between them now, almost visible in the air around them. She leaned closer, unable to resist the urge to feel your warmth even closer.

The rest of the night passed far too quickly; before they knew it, the sun was starting to rise and Scott would be waking up soon. They both reluctantly agreed that they should get some sleep, but not before Sahara found herself pulling you closer for one last kiss, their lips meeting in a slow, sensual dance that left them both yearning for more.

As the hours passed, Sahara found herself lost in thought, unable to shake the memory of your touch or the way your body felt pressed against hers. She knew things were changing