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.
"Is it my fault that you always leave 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 and barely covering herself.
"Would you get out already?!" repeats Carrie. But her daughter isn't particularly obedient. Instead, she lunges toward the closet.
"Hide me! I'm only wearing socks!"
"And who's fault is that? AH! Kylie! Let go! I'm naked!"
Kylie grabs onto her mother's leg, still sticking out from the closet, and yanks back hard a few times causing Carrie to stumble forward a full two steps out of the closet. Carrie reaches out menacingly to grab onto her offspring but Kylie is faster, pawing at her mom's incoming hands and deflecting the impulsive retaliation as if desperately fending off a bear. 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.
Carrie tries to shake her daughter loose but Kylie jumps forward hugging her midsection. Prying the girl's hands off of her body it's now Carrie who is working to restrain and expose her daughter, knowingly or not. Among the flurry of flailing limbs and insults you seem to have won a front row seat to a mother-daughter nude wrestling competition.
The two of them grappling with each other a few feet away gives you an amazingly detailed view of every inch of their bodies. 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, especially with how animated and passionate they are in this moment. Boobs bounce and asses jiggle as they struggle stubbornly and senselessly against each other. Carrie looks more like an older sibling with her well toned curves, her teenage 'sister' Kylie just in the midst of developing her own.
Apparently Carrie waxes every inch of her body since you can't find a since follicle anywhere on her impeccable form. She's completely hairless from the neck down. Her daughter meanwhile has carpet that matches the drapes. Although not especially well carpeted. There's only that small red patch of pubes resting above her slit that you spotted yesterday. You doubt she even shaves yet, the rest of her vulva looking utterly smooth. But with her wide wrestling stance and the thin strip of pink peeking out from the slit in her milky white pubic mound, Kylie's tiny red patch looks the dot of an inverted exclamation point.
Despite their similar body size and shape, one place Carrie is "winning" is in the chest area, but even then only by comparison. Carrie looks like a healthy B cup, and could probably fit into a few C cups. Kylie comes across far less endowed when compared so openly against more womanly tits, barely offering up an A cup against her mom. But mother and daughter are similarly perky and both have tiny rosy nipples that are standing at attention.
"Why is everyone y- EEP!"
"Rissa!" shouts Carrie. "Stay out of this!"
Little Larissa is standing just outside the bedroom with her hands covering her mouth, drawn upstairs by all the commotion.
"Mom! Just hide me so I can go without Riley seeing me!" offers Kylie, while still fighting for positioning with her mom.
"You're such a brat," Carrie states with a smile, finally giving in. She stands motionless for a few seconds, Kylie manipulating her mom's arms haphazardly. The redhead then darts behind her mom, pointing Carrie directly at you in the process. Kylie holds Carrie in place, forcing the two of you to stare at each other. Of course you can't help it that your eyes won't stay locked with hers. You notice that Carrie's pussy is blushing as hard as her cheeks. Is she that turned on right now.
Finally Kylie darts for her phone, having dropped it during their struggle, then runs to the door dramatically, shouting, "Larissa, save me!"
Larissa takes a step back to give her sibling room. Kylie runs right into her though, grabbing Rissa and dragging her away down the hall.
Carrie sighs and leans up against the wall. She slowly runs her hands through her hair taking long slow breaths. "Honestly... that girl drives me wild."
You're not sure how to take that. But your penis is in agreement. You try to subtly pull at your crotch, struggling for more room, but it's hard to do that subtly when someone is staring at you.
"Trust me," starts Carrie, slowly running her hands down her neck, groping her tits, rubbing her faint abs, and finally cupping her sex. "I know exactly how you feel."
The two of you share a lustful look that could alone sustain you for a lifetime, but unexpectedly Carrie shakes the cobwebs away then heads back to the closet. You hear her rummaging around, presumably finding clothes for her to wear. To have witnessed all of that just for common sense to kick in at the last moment...
After a moment of disappointment, Carrie storms out of the closet again having only found a pair of panties and a tube top. Only two words escape her lips as she charges toward you.
"Fuck it."
Carrie pulls you up off of the bed then drops to her knees and opens your jeans. She's not playing games. And she's not asking either. She's taking.
Ripping your pants and shorts down to your ankles Carrie plunges her mouth onto your cock, the force and shock of it sending you stumbling back onto the bed. Carrie follows you every inch of the way, her mouth never leaving your shaft. As you stabilize on the bed, Carrie grips you firmly at the base and twists your member aggressively. Her lips move up to your head, popping you in and out of her mouth with a voracious appetite. All of twenty seconds later you can feel your orgasm building. You let out a long loud moan, thankful for the impeding release. And then just as suddenly as it all started, Carrie pulls back. She slowly tugs at your cock lubed with her spit while staring up into your eyes contemplatively.
"You would just love to rail her, wouldn't you?"
"Wuh?" you reply, dazed and frustrated that sweet release has yet to be found.
"You want to fuck her." She punctuates the word with a tight squeeze of your shaft. Then she sighs and gestures at the position the two of you share. "I'm this close to fucking her myself. And it takes everything I have not to. The girl has no boundaries. She's constantly crawling in bed with me, spooning my side in the nude. More than once I've woken up with my hand nestled between her thighs. And just last week she hopped into the shower with me and literally begged me..." a few rapid pumps of your dick bring you to moan again "...to let her wash my body. Can you believe that? Is that playful innocence or calculated perversion?"
"I... I dunno..." you blankly respond.
"And I let her! That's probably the worst part. To think that I would actually be willing to fuck my teenage daughter..."
Carrie trails off while eyeing up the wet teenage cock, your cock, she still holds in her hand. She plays with it a little bit, tilting it to the side, brushing her fingers underneath your tight ballsack. Eventually she looks up at you again, this time with a warm smile. A warmth that is matched by the warmth of her mouth as she descends onto your meat once more. A moment ago she was blowing you angrily. Now she wants this.
Carrie's tongue glides and swirls along the underside of your length. Her skillful lips manage to tease additional excitement from you as they dive up and down your cock, stiffening you to levels scientists previously thought to be impossible. You reach down and slide your fingers into Carrie's hair. Your digits massage her scalp, half thanking her and half wanting to keep her on your dick for the rest of time.
Your head bobs about as you start to moan again. Looking left and right you barely register a form standing in the doorway. Focusing on the figure proves difficult, but you soon spy both Larissa and Kylie staring incredulously at their mother blowing their babysitter. Larissa's jaw has truly dropped open, either astounded or disgusted by what she's witnessing. Kylie stands next to her gobsmacked sister, her own mouth hung open as well. But the shape of her mouth doesn't imply amazement, just as the fingers holding her pussy do not imply embarrassment.
With you staring at them so blatantly it was only a matter of time before Carrie noticed as well. She followed your distracted eyes to the doorway and promptly abandoned the lustful attention she had been giving your cock.
"Girls!!!"
"Your door is still open!" quips Kylie before she scurries away.
Carrie runs her wet hands through her hair in frustration before deciding that was a bad idea. She stands and walks back to the closet, leaving you sitting there with your raging cock pulsating in the air and a tinkerbell pre-tween still gawking at you from the entryway. Part of you wants, needs, demands that you finish yourself off and blow your load all over the carpet. But Larissa's unwavering glare convinces you otherwise. You sheepishly reach down to the floor and pull your jeans back up over the hardest erection you've ever had in your life.
Carrie walks out a minute later with jean shorts and a tied-off blouse completing her ensemble.
"Show's over. Go get dressed," orders Carrie, shooing Rissa back from the door as she leaves the bedroom. She doesn't even glance in your direction.
Huh.