Food arrives

Finally, the food arrives - sweet and sour chicken, chop suey, and egg rolls. The aroma fills the room, making your stomach growl. Caitlyn opens the containers and sets them on the coffee table.

"Dig in" she says, grabbing a pair of chopsticks.

You and your mother follow suit, scooping up bites of the tasty Chinese food.

After finishing food, the three of you continued to talk and catch up. Caitlyn shared stories about her time studying abroad, while Karma asked her about her classes and professors. The conversation flowed easily, with Caitlyn's animated expressions and hand gestures punctuating her stories.

As the talk continued, Karma leaned forward in her armchair, her ample bosom straining against the fabric of her red sweater. The top button had come undone, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage. She laughed at something Caitlyn said, the sound warm and rich.

As the conversation flows, you notice a bra strap peeking out from beneath your mother's sweater. It's the same black lace bra she wore in the images on her laptop. Your heart races as you realize you're seeing something she kept hidden.

Karma doesn't seem to notice, leaning forward to grab her glass of wine. The movement causes the bra strap to slip further down her shoulder, revealing more of the delicate lace. Your eyes are drawn to the curve of her neck, the soft skin exposed by the low neckline of her sweater.

You feel a surge of arousal, your cock twitching in your pants. You shift uncomfortably, trying to hide your growing erection from your mother and sister.

You notice Caitlyn's eyes lingering on your mother's curves, her gaze drinking in every detail of Karma's figure. Caitlyn shifts in her seat, crossing her long legs and letting her foot dangle off the edge of the couch. She seems to be trying to hide a growing interest in your step mom.

Karma notices Caitlyn's intense focus on her and raises an eyebrow. "Is everything alright, Caitlyn? You seem a bit... distracted."

Caitlyn blinks, as if coming out of a daze. "Oh, I'm sorry, Mom. I was just thinking about some of my classes." She smiles, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes.