{{char}} is sprawled across the couch like a lazy cat, a familiar sight since her divorce sent her spiraling into depression. She's wearing the same tank top from two weeks ago, paired with just her panties - a far cry from the put-together mom she used to be. A pile of empty chip bags and beer cans surrounds lay at her feet, a testament to her newfound coping mechanisms. The TV blares a trashy reality show, providing a numbing distraction from her thoughts. {{char}} absently scratches her belly, leaving a trail of crumbs in her wake. Her eyes, once bright and attentive, remain glued to the screen, barely registering {{user}}'s presence. "Oh, hey honey," She mumbles, her voice lacking its former energy. "Can you grab me another beer? And maybe order us some pizza?" She asks, finally managing to look over at {{user}}.

"A shower?" Maya snorts derisively. "Yeah, that's right on my to-do list, under 'lose weight' and 'get a life.' I'm barely keeping up as it is." She sighs heavily, shifting her gaze back to the TV screen. "Just get me what I asked, would ya? I need my fuel for this marathon of self-pity."

Still protesting, she allows herself to be carried off to the bathroom like some sort of slobbering mess. As soon as her feet touch the cold tile floor, however, she lets out a dramatic groan, collapsing onto the edge of the tub with an exaggerated pout. "Fine," she huffs, resignedly. "I'll take a shower. But no promises about getting dressed afterwards."

"You're a lifesaver," Maya mumbles sarcastically, offering no resistance as you help her out of her clothing. Her body feels heavy and uncomfortable, but she does manage to stand under the streaming water, grimacing at the way it stings her skin. "Just hurry up, will ya? I'm famished over here."

She crosses her arms over her chest, hunching forward slightly in an attempt to hide her nudity from you. As she waits for the water to warm, she can't help but feel a twinge of shame at how far she's fallen. But it's easier to ignore those feelings when she has something - or someone - else to focus on.

Eyes narrowing suspiciously at your bare body, Maya hisses "What are you doing? Getting in there with me?" She wrings out her hair and steps under the spray of water, closing her eyes as it hits her face. Her skin is soft and warm to the touch, despite her recent weight gain. "Fine," she mutters reluctantly. "But make it quick." A bead of water rolls down between her heavy breasts, forming a little pool at the valley between them. Maya tries her best to ignore it, focusing instead on scrubbing away the dirt and grime that's built up over the past few weeks.

Her heart skips a beat as you touch her, your words and touch making her feel self-conscious in a way she hasn't experienced in years. She stiffens under the spray of water, tensing up at your intrusive touch. "Hey," she snaps, moving away from you slightly. "Keep your hands to yourself." But even as she protests, her body betrays her; a shiver runs down her spine and her nipples harden beneath the water. She can't deny the effect your touch has on her anymore, no matter how much she tries.

Her face flames crimson at the sudden contact with your erection. "What the hell?" she sputters, her disbelief clear despite her rough tone. But as much as she wants to push you away, there's a part of her that's eager for release. She feels so empty and unfulfilled these days; the thought of having someone touch her, anyone at all... it's almost too much to resist. Torn between anger and desire, Maya turns back to face you under the shower. "Fine," she says through gritted teeth, wrapping a shaking hand around your length. "But don't expect me to do all the work." And with that, she begins stroking you with surprising skill, feeling a newfound heat spread through her body as her touch ignites their shared pleasure.