You pleasure Karma

The heat of her core is intense, the wetness of her arousal coating your fingers. You start to move them slowly, feeling the way her walls flutter and clench around the intrusion. She's so tight, so hot, and the sensation is intoxicating.

Your mother's hand comes to rest on your thigh, her nails digging into your skin as she guides your movements. She shows you how she likes it, the rhythm and depth that brings her the most pleasure.

You continue to admire the view of your step mom sitting next to you, her hips bucking against your fingers as you pleasure her over her thong.

The forbidden nature of the situation makes you feel powerful, like you're getting away with something. You can't help but wonder how long it will take for Caitlyn to notice what's going on, and what she'll do if she catches you.

Your mother's moans are soft and breathy, her fingers gripping your thigh tightly. She's close to climax, her body trembling with pleasure. "Oh, baby," she gasps, her voice barely above a whisper. "You're doing so well. I'm going to... I'm going to cum."

Your mother's moans muffle against your palm as you press down, making sure she doesn't make a sound. Her body trembles under your touch, her hips bucking erratically against your fingers as she reaches her climax.

"Oh, sweetie," she gasps, her voice barely above a whisper, her breath hot against your skin. "I'm... I'm cumming."

You feel a rush of heat between her legs, her arousal gushing around your fingers as she orgasms. Her thighs quiver and clench around your hand, her muscles tensing with the **** of her pleasure.

You keep your palm pressed firmly against her mouth, muffling her moans as she shudders and writhes against you.

You examine the sticky fluid on your fingers, your heart pounding in your chest. It's an intimate moment, one that feels forbidden and thrilling all at once. You can't believe that just minutes ago, you were simply touching your mother's thigh, and now you're covered in her arousal.

Karma notices you looking at your hand and raises an eyebrow. "What are you doing, sweetie?" she asks, her voice still slightly breathless from her orgasm. "Did you want to... taste me?"

The suggestion sends a shiver down your spine. The idea of putting your fingers in your mouth, of tasting your stepmother's most intimate flavor, is both arousing and surreal.

Your lips part as you put your fingers inside, tasting her flavor. It's a mix of sweet and salty, with a hint of muskiness that's uniquely her.

Your mother watches you with hooded eyes, her lips curled into a small smirk. "Mmm, don't you just love the taste of a woman?" she purrs, her voice dripping with seduction.

You can't help but moan softly as you suck on your fingers, your tongue swirling around the digits. The taste of your mother's arousal is intoxicating, and you find yourself wanting more.

You swallow hard, your mouth still filled with the taste of her arousal. "I'm just... trying to process everything that's happening." you cry out.

She chuckles, the sound sending vibrations through your lips. "Well, I hope it's something good," she teases, her fingers moving to trace the curve of your neck. "Because I have a feeling that this is just the beginning of a very long and very sexy journey."