You go downstairs

Taking a deep breath, you open the door, a **** smile plastered on your face. "Hey, Caitlyn," you say, trying to keep your voice steady. "Mom told me to hurry you up or I'd miss the best pancakes of my life!"

Caitlyn grabs your arm, her fingers digging into your skin as she pulls you down the stairs. "Come on, lazy bones!" she says, her voice dripping with mock annoyance. "Mom's been cooking for hours, and I don't want you to miss out on her special pancakes!"

You stumble behind Caitlyn, your heart pounding in your chest.

As you reach the bottom of the stairs, you see your mother standing in the kitchen, her back turned to you. She is wearing a tight-fitting white tank top that shows off her toned arms and back, and a pair of high-waisted jean shorts that hug her curves. The fabric clings to her body, accentuating every curve and dip of her figure.

You feel your breath catch in your throat as you take in the sight of her.

Mom notices that you are checking her out, and tries to hide her excitement so Caitlyn won't get suspicious. She casually leans against the counter, crossing one leg over the other.

"Breakfast is almost ready!" your mother says, her voice a little breathless as she turns back to the stove. She bends over to check the pancakes cooking on the griddle, the movement giving you a tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage. ,

Caitlyn rolls her eyes and pulls out a chair for you. "Sit," she commands, her voice a little harsher than usual. "Or you'll be sitting on the floor, that's for sure!"

You glance at your mother, who's still focused on the stove, her back turned to you. Her shorts are so tight that you can see the curves of her ass through the fabric. You swallow hard, trying to push away the thoughts of what might happen if you were to touch her, to feel her soft skin against yours.