Hot Summer Job/Jump in and admit to Carol what happened

"We had sex," you admit, perhaps more bluntly than you should.

"What? What?!" Now Carrie is using your favourite word. "You went over there to fuck him?!"

"No! It... It just happened! You sent me! God!" Kylie adds, as if her mother were at fault for this.

Carol glances between the two of you over and over again. She is rapidly looking defeated, perhaps even jealous. In some ways it's weird that she's even surprised but all of this could be more about her daughter stealing the cock she had managed to line up for herself than anything else. Carrie furrows her brow, settling into an otherwise flat expression, and grabs Kylie's wrist, dragging her away.

"W-what are you doing?" asks Kylie, trying not to resist lest she feed her mom's rage.

"I'm giving you a spanking," she declares matter-of-factly.

Kylie groans but doesn't complain. Now that the truth is out it seems she knows better. She lets her mom lead her to the couch in the living room. You follow at a distance, willing to risk getting sucked further into Carrie's vortex of vengeance for a decent view of what's about to happen. Kylie starts to climb onto the couch on her hands and knees but Carrie pulls her back.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm... getting a spanking," Kylie announces for the benefit of a nonexistent audience, her shoulders drooping.

"Did he fuck your ass?"

"Wh... N-no."

"Then that's not what's getting spanked. Sit down."

"Huh? Seriously?"

Carrie forces Kylie down, ignoring the comment. The teen quickly complies, but Carrie isn't done manipulating her daughter. Planting both hands on Kylie's hips, Carrie pulls her forward until her butt is on the edge of the couch. Kylie's head sinks down to the bottom of the cushions, too slouched to be comfortable but not entirely out of sorts. Her slender legs are next, lifted up into the air by Carrie before being pushed apart and back.

"Hold them up," Carrie orders, forcing the girl's knees to either side of her head. They are actually split wider than her shoulders, a position that opens up her pelvis for easy access. Kylie locks her hands behind each of her thighs, her face now scrunched up in anger but her eyes filling with worry. She's well and truly spread and basically on her back. The insides of her legs are stretched taut and the smooth lips topping her mound really pop from her crotch. Even her butt cheeks are well split, her asshole proudly displayed.

"How many?" Kylie asks cautiously.

Carrie, already knelt in front of her offspring, gives a quick smack to one ass cheek. "As many as you need to keep your legs closed!"

With the action about to start, you circle around to get a better vantage point. Carrie lays a hand on Kylie's mound, rubbing it up and down contemplatively. Her fingers then part, spreading the girl's labia just a crack for some sort of pre-spanking inspection. Carrie's eyes are locked; she's outright staring at her teenage daughter's recently fucked little pussy. And it's such a pretty pussy; Womanly, but with small and tightly defined features; Hairless but for that rosy fluff north of her slit; Bright pink and glistening, just screaming "I want it but it's my first time."

Carrie is gnawing anxiously on her bottom lip, very likely unsure of all this. But as she continues to gnaw, her hand lifts slowly into the air.

*smack*

"AAH-hmm," shouts Kylie, trying to hold back.

"I did my best, you know. To save you from yourself."

*smack*

Kylie's ready for the second one. It seems Carrie is aiming for Kylie's clit, her fingers landing at the very top edge of the girl's slit.

"You're just so persistent."

*smack*

Carrie's fingers lift off a few inches after each impact which probably lessens the blow, almost playful little hits. After a few more she then lands instead of raising for the next strike. She strokes her daughter's pussy lovingly, soothingly, almost how you might stroke a worried girl's hair. Kylie's puffy pink vulva give to Carrie's digits, moving from side to side but mostly splitting apart which encourages the stroking to continue.

"You just ooze of sex, all day long. You grab at people like it's nothing, constantly refuse to dress yourself, and flirt with anything with a heartbeat. You may as well have been begging to get fucked."

*smack*

"And you wonder why I don't let you out of the house. The wrong guy would think you're a seasoned slut. I guess I should be thankful it was Riley that fucked you."

*smack*

"You really needed this..." Carrie pets her daughter's slowly reddening pussy again then stops herself. "Actually, no, I've needed this, for so long, putting up with your desperation, your hormones."

*smack-smack*

"HA-mm." That one got Kylie's attention again. Carrie offers an even shorter rub this time before aiming for the next one.

*SMACK*

"AH-OW!"

*SMACK*

Carrie is really getting into this now. Her daughter's abs clench and legs jerk as the heavier hits land. Carrie's grinning as she lifts her hand high and readies herself to strike yet again when she unexpectedly stops. You notice it at the same time; A milky white dollop of your cum just freed itself from Kylie's snatch and is now trickling it's way down from her tenderised slit to her asshole. Those hits must've caused Kylie to tense up and force out some of the residuals of the souvenir you left in her.

"This is..." Carrie turns to you with a look of shock. "You came inside...?" The evidence is right there but there's no way you're answering that. You can only imagine what your face looks like. She turns back to Kylie, who looks nearly on the verge of tears, mostly from the spanking. But Carrie doesn't freak out with rage. Instead she leans into her daughter and hungrily laps up your leaking cum as if this teenage pussy was a melting ice cream. Kylie can only gasp, eyes bulging. The frustrated, horny milf works her way up, flirting around her daughter's vulva, delicately dancing over those lips to find more cum. Once Carrie realizes that she's licked every inch of the clean little mound before her, she plants her thumbs between her offspring's juicy slit, spreads that pussy wide, then plunges her probing muscle into the recently virgin entrance.

"M-mmo-mom!" Kylie exclaims. She curls her toes, wincing hard, but dutifully continues to hold her legs back. Carrie tongue fucks her daughter with a voracious appetite. Poor Kylie looks so conflicted, squeaky moans finding their way out of her as her mom works her pussy like a pro.

"Ooooo-AH!"

One of Kylie's legs kick out as she loses grip of her thigh. She takes the freed hand and throws it at her mom's head, clenching a fistful of her hair. You can see the corners of Carrie's mouth upturn in an evil grin. Then you notice the cause of all this; Carrie slipped two fingers into Kylie's pussy and one more into her ass.

The tonguing still ongoing, Carrie takes it upon herself to steady her shocked girl. She holds back Kylie's leg for her, all while eating her out and fingering her holes. Carrie looks so comfortable down there munching on her daughter's clit. This is like second nature to her.

"MMmmommmy!" cries Kylie. The young teen is already shuddering, although you have to suspect she was previously 'busy' when her mom called her down from her room. You can't help yourself. You whip out your meat and start beating it in their living room. Standing in front of this raunchy incestuous lesbian sex punishment would be torturous if you couldn't masturbate and they're both too busy to stop you anyway.

"MMMmmom!! I-I'm gonna cu- c-cuumm!"

Carrie sucks hard on her girl's clit to send her over the edge. Kylie nearly loses all control from that. She brings her other hand to her mom's head and pulls her mom by the hair even harder. The little redhead squeals and shakes in sexual bliss, her mom's fast fingers carrying her through her (at least) second orgasm of the day.

"Put that thing away," Carrie directs at you as Kylie settles down. "I don't need another stain on my carpet. You've done enough damage today."

Sheepishly you tuck your erection back into your shorts without comment. You'd rather stay on Carrie's good side if at all possible, even if that hardly seems likely right now.

"Riley, please apologize to my daughter for cumming inside her."

"Uh, yeah, I'm sorry," you quickly mutter.

"Good enough. Kylie? You too," nods Carrie right before unsheathing her fingers from her daughter and licking each digit methodically. You're not entirely sure what Kylie needs to apologize for, at least when you consider why you just did. It doesn't seem like she should be at fault for your orgasm, but her mom must see it differently.

"I'm s-sor-rry." Kylie barely gets it out, her ravaged little body still shuddering and panting. Amazingly she still has her legs up in the air even though they are no longer pulled back to the couch.

Carrie takes her time cleaning off her fingers with her tongue, savoring every flavor. You and Kylie share a few awkward glances while you both watch obediently. Eventually she pulls her daughter forward allowing Kylie to sit, her legs forced to stay open with her mom still knelt between them.

"I want you to go up to your room and think long and hard about your punishment, about what you just made your mother do to you. And I definitely want you to think about this the next time you plan on having sex. Think you can do that?" asks Carrie, tucking a strand of her daughter's hair away while she stares deeply into her eyes. Kylie nods furiously, her face bright red. "Good. Go on then."

Kylie slinks off the couch and scurries away with her head down, covering her face instead of her privates. The lithe teen only makes it halfway up the stairs before turning around and affording you one last look at her immaculate form.

"You're not... taking my phone away, are you?"

"Jesus, I will if you don't go to your room!" And with that, Kylie vanishes.

Adjusting and smoothing out her shirt, Carrie stands then saunters over to you. Carol then grips your erection through your shorts, leans in close and says "Do not cum inside my daughters. Definitely not without permission. The last thing I need is them getting pregnant."

You nod, cautiously and curiously. You'd love to know how you get permission for that.

"Now get out of here," she orders, pushing you away by your cock. "You deserve to be blue-balled tonight."

She might be right about that, but you did come all the way over here. This doesn't need to be a wasted trip.

• Ask Carrie if you can speak to Kylie before leaving
• Convince Carrie to let you stay the night Request --Notsooldpervert (talk) 06:33, 25 January 2018 (CET)