Make a move on Karma

You can feel the heat of her body radiating against your palm as you slowly push her tiny shorts down her thick thighs. They flutter to her knees, leaving her bare except for the lacy thong that barely contains her most intimate area.

Your mother shivers, her skin flushed with arousal. "Oh, honey," she breathes, her voice barely above a whisper.

You glance over at Caitlyn, making sure she's still asleep. Her chest rises and falls slowly with each breath, her face peaceful and relaxed. You turn your attention back to your mother, who's watching you with a mix of anticipation and desire.

You slowly run your fingers over the lacy edge of her thong, feeling the delicate fabric against your skin. "You look so sexy, Mom," you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper. "I can't believe you're really here, like this."

Your hand trembles slightly as you trace the curves of her hips, the dip of her waist, the swell of her breasts. "These panties are devine" you mumble.

"Oh honey," she whispers back, her fingers curling into your hair. "You'd look so cute in them."

Your mother's words send a thrill through you. The idea of wearing her panties, of feeling the silky fabric against your skin, makes your heart race. You imagine how they would look, riding low on your hips, the lacy edges peeking out from beneath a short skirt.

Your mother notices your wandering thoughts and chuckles softly. "What's got you so distracted, sweetie?" she asks, her hand sliding up your thigh, her touch light but electric against your skin.

Your mother's eyes widen as your fingers brush against the waistband of her thong. She gasps softly, her hips twitching involuntarily under your touch.

"Oh, sweetie," she breathes, her voice trembling with desire. "Are you... are you sure you want to do this?"

Her hand comes to rest over yours, not pushing your fingers away, but not encouraging you either. She seems to be waiting for you to make the next move, to decide whether you really want to cross this line.