Nope

Luke didn't even make it inside the room before Claire pounced on her son.

Claire tackled Luke from behind and he found himself facedown pinned to the floor underneath the weight of his towel-clad mother. Luckily, he had moved his phone so now it was beneath him too. He was not giving up his phone for anything. He had a picture of his mom fully naked on it and a picture of his sister's ass too. There was no way it was going to be deleted.

"Luke, sweetie. Give me the phone!" commanded Claire who was straddling Luke's lower back. Her towel was open in the front exposing her vagina to the back of Luke's head.

"No, it's mine and you're not getting it," said Luke burying his head into the carpet trying to protect the phone. His hardon pressed into the floor almost painfully.

"Fine, be that way," said Claire readjusting herself so she was now sitting on Luke's thighs. "I'll give you to the count of three to give me the phone."

Luke didn't respond. He just lay on the floor motionless like he was trying to avoid a bear attack.

Claire frowned at her son's stubbornness.