Hot Summer Job/Remain seated and keep staring
Carrie hangs from the door frame, eyeing you up from across the room. She sticks one foot out past the door and into the room, brushing her toes lightly over the carpet and giving you a decent view of one leg up to her mid-thigh. "Maybe we could arrange a sleepover, hmm? I'm sure all the girls would enjoy that. And maybe we would too..."
You shift in your seat uncomfortably. You've never come across this sort of question on a job application before: "Your new employer has you in her bedroom where she has stripped herself naked and has begun exhibiting sexually suggestive and inappropriate behavior. How should you respond?" Apparently your answer is "don't" since all you can do is sit there gawking at how weird this is.
"Don't worry, you're allowed to look," assures Carrie, lifting her leg into the air. "I don't think there's any harm in that is there?"
"Why are you talking to yourself?"
You and Carrie look toward the bedroom door in unison. Kylie has casually walked in through the open door with her eyes glued to her phone just like yesterday. And, just like yesterday, she's completely naked from her neck to her ankles. Curiously however she is wearing socks; rainbow striped toe socks to be exact.
"Kylie, out!" Carrie exclaims, pointing to the door. Her daughter scoffs in response, walking right past you.
"You're the one who leaves the door op..."
Kylie finally looks up from her screen, doing a double take behind her to spot you on the edge of the bed. She then twirls around to see her naked mother hiding just inside the closet. The teen looks back in your direction and tries her very best to suppress a grin.
"A boy?! Moooom! Why didn't you tell me!" whines Kylie, stomping her feet.
"Would you get out already?!" repeats Carrie. But her daughter isn't particular obedient. She instead lunges toward the closet.
"Hide me! I'm only wearing socks!"
"And who's fault is that? AH! Kylie! Let go!"
Kylie grabs onto her mother's leg, still sticking out from the closet, and yanks back hard causing Carrie to stumble forward a full step out of the closet. Carrie reaches out to grab onto her offspring but Kylie is faster, pawing at her mom's incoming hands and deflecting any retaliation as if desperately fending off an attacker. But as soon as Carrie moves to step back into the closet, Kylie shoots forward and latches onto her wrist. This girl cares more about exposing and embarrassing her mother than she does her own modesty. And with the two of them struggling with one another in front of you, there is not a stitch of modesty to be had between them. Unless you get turned on by ankles.
Among the flurry of flailing limbs and insults you seem to have won a front row seat to a nude mother-daughter wrestling competition. You're struck by how Carrie looks so much like her daughter. Or is it Kylie that looks like her mother? It doesn't matter, they're both insanely hot. Carrie looks more like an older sibling with her well toned curves, her teenage 'sister' Kylie in the midst of developing her own.
Carrie apparently waxes every inch of her body, her impeccable form completely hairless from the neck down. Her daughter meanwhile has carpet that matches the drapes. It's not particularly well carpeted though, with nothing but a small red patch of pubes resting above her slit. You doubt she shaves yet, the rest of her being utterly smooth, but the tiny patch looks a bit like an inverted exclamation point with the pink of her slit peeking out between her milky white vulva.
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