In the steamy confines of their shared shower, Lucas and Maya found themselves lost in a situation that blurred the lines of mother and son again. Maya, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, playfully stripped Lucas of his clothes, revealing his body beneath. The water cascaded down their naked forms, creating an intimate atmosphere that was both liberating and arousing.
Maya knelt before Lucas, her hands tracing the length of his thighs. She looked up at him through her wet lashes, a seductive smile playing on her lips. "You're being a naughty boy, Lucas," she cooed, her voice dripping with innuendo. "I think you need a good washing."
Lucas chuckled, the sound deep and throaty. He ran a hand through Maya's wet hair, tugging gently. "And who's going to do the washing, hmm?" he asked, his voice a low rumble.
