Truth or Dare With Ebony Step Mom – Amari Anne – Family Therapy – Alex Adams
Title: The “Family Therapy” Edition: Ebony Step Mom’s Taboo Desires
The sun hung low in the sky as Alex, a strapping young man, returned home from college for the weekend. His step mom Amari Anne greeted him at the door, her voluptuous ebony curves spilling out from a tight fitting dress. “Welcome home, baby,” she cooed, pulling him close. Alex could feel her ample bosom pressing against his chest. Something felt…different this time.
Over dinner, the air felt charged with unspoken tension. Amari’s eyes lingered on Alex as she sipped her wine, her juicy lips wrapped around the glass. “I thought we could have a little ‘family therapy’ session tonight, just you and me,” she purred, refilling her glass. Alex gulped, his throat suddenly dry. “Uh, sure mom, sounds good,” he stammered, trying to hide his nervous excitement.
Later that evening, the two sat face to face on the couch. “I thought we could play a game to break the ice,” Amari suggested, eyeing Alex with a sly smile. “How about Truth or Dare?” Alex’s heart began to race. “Okay, that sounds like fun,” he replied, trying to play it cool. Amari crossed her long, lean legs, her silky skin glistening in the low light. “Alright, I’ll go first,” she said. “Truth or Dare, baby?”
Alex hesitated, suddenly feeling very warm. “Um, truth,” he finally said. Amari leaned in closer, her breath hot against his ear. “What’s one thing you’ve always wanted to do with me, Alex? One sexy thing,” she whispered. Alex felt his manhood stir as the dazzling vixen taunted him with her sultry voice. “I-I don’t know what you mean, mom,” he lied, his cheeks flushing. Amari gave him a knowing look and chuckled. “Oh, I think you do, baby. But it’s okay – you’re so shy! Dare time. I dare you to give your step mom a nice, long hug. A really sweet, sensual hug. For therapy purposes, of course!” She winked at him, her devious intentions clear.
Alexael.med tentatively wrapped his arms around Amari’s lithe body, marveling at the feel of her soft skin. She pressed her ample bosom against his chest, her intoxicating scent enveloping him. “Mmm, that’s it baby…just hold me close,” she sighed, her breathy voice causing him to shiver with delight. Alex could feel his member growing harder as Amari mouthed at his ear, her plush lips grazing his skin. He drank in the sensation of her hourglass figure, hands gliding over her sides. Amari suddenly pulled back, hunger in her eyes. “Now that’s what I call therapeutic!” she purred, squeezing his bulging erection through his jeans. “My turn for a dare. I dare you to take off your shirt – mommy wants to see your big, strong chest.”
Alex complied, peeling his shirt off to reveal his toned physique. Amari drank him in, eyes roaming over his muscular body. “Delicious,” she murmured, tracing her fingers along his abs. “For your dare, baby – I want you to unzip my dress. Slowly. And you’re not allowed to touch my body. Just focus on the zipper.” Alex shakily reached behind Amari, grasping the hidden zipper of her backless dress. He pulled it down with a flourish, watching as the garment fell away to reveal Amari’s magnificentassets. She wore nothing underneath, her toffee-hued skin seeming to glisten in the candlelight.
Amari burlesqued a stripping routine, running her hands along her curvy body as her dress pooled on the floor. “You like what you see, baby?” she asked, turning to give Alex an eyeful of her hefty booty and Kewpie doll curves. He nodded mutely, gaze transfixed on her delicious form. “I can practically see you drooling, Alex,” Amari giggled, her voice dripping with sex appeal. “Enough wasting time – give me a nice, long spanking for my dare,” she demanded, bending over the arm of the couch. Her plump, shapely ass was positioned inches from Alex’s face, the intoxicating scent of her arousal wafting towards him.
