Hijabi Stepmom's Prayer Turns Into Secret Tease with Stepson

Hijabi stepmom is praying in the room, hijab on, long modest dress, peaceful atmosphere. Stepson peeks through the door crack, heart racing at her graceful movements. After prayer she stands, adjusts her hijab, then spots him with a mischievous smile. "Sweetie... s,p,y,i,n,g again?" she whispers, walking slowly toward him. She leans in, kisses his forehead gently under her hijab, then places his hand on her waist. "Prayer is done... now a special dua for you?" She smiles, pressing her body closer. Stepson blushes but she pulls him to the bed. "Don't worry... no one will know our little secret." Keeping her hijab in place, she kisses him deeply, hands unbuttoning his shirt. "Mommy's dua today is for you... to feel this heat." Bodies entwine, soft moans fill the quiet room, forbidden passion igniting under the hijab's veil.