Next morning

You close your eyes, the soft darkness of sleep quickly enveloping your senses. Your mind, however, is far from rest. Images of Cait's lingerie flash through your mind, the black lace and delicate fabric a stark contrast to the cool darkness of your bedroom.

The scent of her perfume lingers in your nostrils, the sweet and intoxicating aroma a reminder of her presence. I couldn't sleep" you respond, while observing her. Your mother is wearing a loose-fitting tank top and shorts, her hair tousled from sleep. She smiles at you, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "I know the feeling, sweetie. Why don't you come over here and sit with me while I get ready for the day? I'd love the company."

You walk over to her, as you reach her, she wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. The scent of her perfume, a light floral fragrance, fills your senses. Her skin is warm against yours, and you can feel the softness of her chest against your arm. You slowly move your hand down her back, your fingers tracing the curve of her waist. The tank top she's wearing is thin and delicate, the fabric clinging to her curves. You can feel the warmth of her skin under your fingertips.

You glance over your mother's shoulder and spot Caitlyn's black lace lingerie sticking out of the laundry basket. The thought of slipping into those lacy garments makes your heart race. Sweetie, are you okay? You seem a bit distracted," your mother asks, her voice soft and caring. She cups your cheek with her free hand, her touch gentle against your flushed skin. "I'm fine" you respond.

"Alright, if you're sure" your mother says, her hand lingering on your cheek briefly before she pulls away. She turns and walks towards the closet, the soft swish of her tank top against her skin filling the quiet room. "I'm going to go get changed. I won't be long."

Your mother disappears into the closet, the door closing with a soft click. You take a deep breath, the scent of her perfume still lingering in the air. While waiting for your mom to come back, your mind starts to wonder about how your step mom would look in Cait's lingerie.

As you stand there, lost in thought about the image of your mother in Caitlyn's lingerie, the closet door suddenly swings open again. Your mother steps back out, now dressed in a casual but sexy outfit - a tight-fitting white tank top that accentuates her curves, and a pair of high-waisted black shorts that hug her hips.

"Oh, I forgot my phone," she says, reaching back into the closet. As she does so, you catch a glimpse of her toned midriff, the skin there smooth and sun-kissed. She turns back to you with a smile, phone in hand, and freezes when she sees your expression. "Baby, are you okay? You seem a bit tense?" your mother asks, her brow furrowing with concern. She steps closer to you, the scent of her perfume wafting through the air. Her eyes search your face, looking for any signs of distress.

You quickly avert your gaze, feeling your cheeks flush with heat. "Yeah, I didn't sleep well, and I'm hungry," you say, hoping to deflect her attention. It's not entirely a lie - the events of the night before have left you feeling restless and on edge. Your mother nods, a look of understanding crossing her face. "Why don't you go and help Cait with breakfast?".

"Okay" you respond getting ready to go downstairs.