Sharing a Bed with my Shy Arab Stepmom

I was just minding my own business, chilling in a hotel room after a long day. The door creaks open and in walks my shy Arab stepmom, her long dark hair cascading down her back, her body wrapped in a flowing, yet tight, Hijab. She's self-conscious, her cheeks flushed, but there's a certain allure to her innocence. I'm trying to be cool, keeping my eyes on a book, but my body has other ideas. She gets in the bed, her scent enveloping me, and I can't help but steal a glance. She's got this way of moving, so subtle yet seductive, that it's hard to look away. I'm trying to keep it casual, but my body is betraying me. She notices, her eyes widening slightly, but she doesn't say anything. She just looks away, her lips parting slightly, her breath hitching. I can't take it anymore, I'm rock hard under the covers, and she's just... so close. I reach out, my hand trembling as I touch her, feeling the heat of her body through her clothing. She gasps, her eyes flying to mine, but she doesn't pull away. She just looks at me, her expression a mix of surprise and something else. Something that makes my heart race. I pull her closer, my breath hot on her neck, and she leans into me, her body soft and yielding. I can feel her heartbeat, fast and steady, and I can't help but wonder if she's feeling the same way. She looks up at me, her eyes filled with desire, and I know I'm lost. This is her secret fantasy, our shared taboo, and I'm about to give it to her. I can feel her hands on me, her touch so gentle yet so incredibly arousing. She's nervous, her hands shaking, but she's not stopping. I guide her, showing her what I want, and she follows, her breath coming in soft gasps. She's learning, her touch growing bolder, and I can't take it anymore. I flip her over, my body pressing against hers, and I can feel her heat, her desire. I'm going to take her, right here, right now. She's mine, and I'm hers, and the taboo is no longer a secret.