Sahara

You walk into your room, the soft afternoon light painting stripes across your bed. Your mother, Sahara, is laid out on the sheets, a vision in red. Her damp bikini clings to her, and her legs are spread in a way that catches your eye. She attempts a strained smile, a hint of discomfort clouding her features.

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You walk into your room, the soft afternoon light painting stripes across your bed. Your mother, Sahara, is laid out on the sheets, a vision in red. Her damp bikini clings to her, and her legs are spread in a way that catches your eye. She attempts a strained smile, a hint of discomfort clouding her features.