Tidy up before Cait wakes up

Your mother notices that Caitlyn is starting to stir, and she quickly removes her hand from your thigh.

"Shh, baby," she whispers, placing a finger on your lips. "We don't want to wake up Caitlyn.

You nod, your heart pounding in your chest. The intimacy of the moment, the taste of your mother's arousal still on your tongue, the feeling of her fingers on your skin—it's all so overwhelming that you feel lightheaded.

You realise that Caitlyn could wake up any second and the fact that your step mom is sitting right next to you with her exposed pussy sends fear through your spine. "Maybe it's time to cover yourself" you suggest.

"Oh" Karma whispers, glancing down at her soaked panties. She bites her lip, considering your words. "You're right, we don't want Caitlyn to see me like this."

Karma slowly stands up, her hips swaying as she pulls on her mini shorts, the fabric hugging her curves and hiding her arousal from view. She turns back to you, a mischievous glint in her eye.

"But don't think this is over," she purrs, her fingers playing with the hem of her shorts. "We have so much more to explore, you and I."

Karma leans down, her lips brushing against your ear. "And who knows?

Maybe I'll even let you explore me again, in more ways than one."

She gives your thigh a squeeze before making her way back to the kitchen.

You watch her go, your eyes fixated on the sway of her hips and the way her shorts hug her curves. It's hard to believe that just minutes ago, you were simply touching her thigh, and now you're both engaged in a game of sexual cat and mouse.