Arab Step Mom's Forbidden Anal Therapy: POV Missionary & Cowgirl Riding

The air in the 'therapy' room was thick with unspoken tension. Sasha Pearl, a vision in tight jeans and a silk blouse, sat across from her stepson, Alex Adams. She shifted uncomfortably, her eyes darting around the room, avoiding his gaze. "So," she began, her voice a nervous tremor, "I haven't been feeling like myself lately. We thought some...family therapy...might help."

Alex leaned forward, his dark eyes intense. "And you thought I could help you get relaxed, Mom?" he asked gently. "What kind of therapy did you have in mind?" he reached for her hand.

Sasha shivered as his fingers intertwined with hers, a forbidden spark igniting within her. "I...I don't know," she stammered, her cheeks flushed. "Maybe just...talking?"

Alex raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk playing on his lips. He slowly rose and began to unbutton her shirt. "I think, Mom," he whispered, his voice husky, "that we have a more...hands-on approach to this therapy. Let's go for anal therapy first."

Before she could protest, he stood and she realized she was being undressed. He gently turned her and brought her to the edge of the bed where she laid facedown. As he massaged her neck she moaned and he asked if he should continue. She nodded.

He began to knead her back, his strong fingers working out the knots of tension that had been plaguing her. Soon, she felt her body relax as he began to spread open her big ass. He pushed her face into the pillows as he slowly eased his throbbing member into her inviting hole. Sasha whimpered as the sensation started to become pleasurable.

She gasped as he found her g-spot, her all holes filled by his expert touch. The session continued, a mix of moans and sighs filling the room as Alex explored the depths of her desire, transforming their session into a missionary POV fantasy. After what seemed like an eternity, she urged him to let her sit on top.

He gave her a chance and she sat up, the cowgirl riding her steed. Every pump and thrust brought them closer to ecstasy. Soon they were both screaming with lust. She fell back onto the bed and the real therapy began!

Afterwards, exhausted but satisfied, Sasha lay back in his arms. He reached for a condom and tossed it in the trash. He then grabbed her and resumed. "I think," she whispered, her voice laced with desire, "we have a long way to go..."