Caitlyn is having problems

Caitlyn notices the damp spot on her satin shorts, her eyes widening in surprise. She quickly adjusts her robe, trying to hide the evidence of her arousal. Her cheeks flush a deep red as she realizes she can't hide it completely, the dampness visible even through the thin fabric.

She sits down at the table, making sure to cover her crotch from view until it's obscured by the table top. Her fingers tremble slightly as she reaches for her coffee mug, taking a sip to calm her nerves.

Your mother turns to Caitlyn, smiling warmly. "Thank you for making breakfast, sweetie."

Caitlyn smiles back, her voice slightly shaky.

Caitlyn thinks she wasn't spotted, but you saw the damp spot, you are aware of her crime.

Caitlyn smiles back, her voice slightly shaky. "Thank you, Mom. I hope you enjoy them."

She reaches for her coffee mug again, taking another sip to calm her nerves. The damp spot on her shorts grows even more noticeable as she shifts in her seat, trying to hide it from your mother.

Your mother notices Caitlyn's nervousness, her brow furrowing slightly in concern. She reaches out to touch Caitlyn's arm gently, her fingers brushing against the soft, smooth skin exposed by the slip of Caitlyn's robe off her shoulder.

"Are you feeling alright, sweetie?" Karma asks, her voice tinged with concern as her fingers lightly graze Caitlyn's exposed shoulder. The silky fabric of Caitlyn's robe slips further, revealing more of her creamy skin.

Caitlyn jumps slightly at the unexpected touch, her cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of red. "I-I'm fine, Mom," she stammers, averting her gaze. "Just a little tired from the trip, I guess."

She shifts in her seat again, causing her damp satin shorts to rub against her thighs. The friction sends a shiver through her body, and she bites her lower lip to stifle a soft gasp.

Caitlyn squirms in her seat, her thighs rubbing together as she tries to hide her growing arousal. Her cheeks are flushed, and she keeps glancing at you and your mother with a mix of desire and fear in her eyes. She takes another sip of coffee, trying to calm herself, but you notice that her hand is shaking slightly.

Your mother's fingers trail down Caitlyn's arm, her touch feather-light. "You've grown into such a beautiful young woman, sweetie," she says, without realising what affect it has on Cait.