The steam continued to swirl, blurring the lines between them as Emily's gaze remained fixed on Josh's exposed form. Her eyes, a deep green, were unblinking, drawn to the sight of his thick, firm cock, still semi-hard in the warm, damp air. Josh could see the spark of something new in her eyes, a hint of desire that he hadn't seen before. Feeling a rush of boldness, he spoke with a confidence he barely felt. "Why don't you join me, Mom?" The invitation hung in the air, the weight of the words pressing down on them both. Emily's breath quickened, her fingers trembling slightly as she reached for the buttons of her blouse. Slowly, deliberately, she undressed, her gaze never leaving his. By the time she stepped into the shower, her breaths were shallow, her skin flushed with the heat of the water and something else—desire. The touching began as innocent as washing each other's backs, but soon, their hands explored more, rubbing and stroking in a way that was undeniably intimate. Emily's hands, soft and warm, curled around his cock, and Josh gasped, his body tensing. He mirrored her movements, his fingers slipping between her legs, drawing out her own muffled moans. The water cascaded over them, but it was the heat between them that made the room feel alive. The act was quick and fierce, Emily pressing against him, their bodies merging in a dance as old as time. Josh thrust into her, his grip tight on her hips, her name a whispered prayer against her ear. They moved as one, their moans echoing in the small room, lost in the intensity of the unexpected intimacy.