Katya stepped out of the shower, the water droplets glistening on her sun-kissed skin. She reached for a towel, wrapping it around her body before turning to leave the bathroom. But she stopped in her tracks as she saw a figure standing in the doorway.
"Mom, you're glowing like the sun," Misha exclaimed, his eyes wide with wonder.
Katya couldn't help but laugh at her son's innocent remark. "Oh, you're just jealous that you don't have a crystal of your own."
Misha's eyes flicked down to Katya's hips, where a diamond-shaped crystal hung from a chain between her legs. "What's that diamond doing in your...down there?"
Katya playfully rolled her eyes. "It's not a diamond, Misha. It's a crystal, and it's very special."
Misha, feeling bold, dropped to his knees and gently touched the crystal. Katya's eyes widened in surprise, but she didn't stop him. "Well, aren't you a brave one. But why are you doing that?"
Misha looked up at Katya, his eyes full of curiosity. "I want to see what it looks like up close."
Katya couldn't help but be amused by her son's innocent curiosity. She let him continue to touch the crystal, watching as his fingers traced its edges.
Misha became more confident, his touches becoming more passionate. Katya felt a warmth spread through her body, her breath hitching in her throat.
"If you're going to do it, then do it right," Katya said, her voice husky with desire.
Misha took her advice, his fingers moving with more intention. Katya moaned with pleasure, her body moving with the rhythm of his touches.
"Oh, Misha, you're a natural," Katya said, her voice filled with praise.
Misha felt proud of himself, his cheeks flushed with excitement. He continued to pleasure Katya, his fingers moving with a newfound confidence.
Katya wanted to take things to the next level. She took Misha's hand and guided it to her breast. "This is where the real treasure is."
Misha looked up at Katya, his eyes filled with wonder. He began to touch her breast, his fingers tracing circles around her nipple.
Katya smiled seductively, her body moving with the rhythm of Misha's touches. She knew that this was a moment that they would both never forget.
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