Hot Summer Job/Carrie's not done yet.
Carrie rises from the floor, some of your cum dripping from between her legs. She grabs the closest thing to her, Larissa's princess sheets, and wipes herself to sop up the one part of your orgasm that made it inside her, but not before licking her slick fingers, openly savoring your seed.
"Mmmm... Fuck you! Even more than the first time! Hmmm... So much... That was all for my baby, wasn't it? You'd just glaze her in cum if you had the chance, wouldn't you? God what I wouldn't give to be nine again..."
Jesus. She's even more fucked up than you thought. You lay still, catching your breath, gag still in, as Carrie cleans herself and looks you over hungrily. She then smiles again. "You know what... I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere."
You are careful to heed her order as Carrie leaves the room, but she isn't gone long. The cum spackling your stomach hasn't even begun to cool when she returns holding a vibrator.
"It's mommy's turn."
The horny milf stretches a leg past your chest and straddles your head, pressing both a hand and her forehead against the wall as she looks down at you, positioning her pussy over your face.
"It's okay Rissa. Mommy's gonna help you cum baby girl. You just relax, let Riley enjoy this."
She lowers her pussy over your gagged mouth, her moist lips pushing against the outmost pair of Rissa's panties. Clearly excited, Carrie nearly gives your face a lap dance, grinding herself on your features, her clit finding your nose. Rissa's panties slide and shift across your features and try to pop off of your ears but Carrie takes care to adjust them and keep them in place.
Taking her hand off the wall, balancing herself with just her head and neck, Carrie plants one hand on your head while the other brings her vibrator to her clit. She both holds your head still and the tiny undergarment in place so she can pleasure herself the way she wants to, with gusto.
"Mmm, that's it baby. You feel it don't you? You're so close. Mmm, don't be shy. He loves it. He wants it. You show Riley how good you can cum. You cum right in his mouth. Do it, Rissy... Do it for mommy..."
Carrie works herself up with banter until she moans and shudders, a weak squirt dribbling out of her. But it's only weak compared to your cum fountain a couple minutes ago. Carrie's raw milf cum, her true mother's milk, splashes your cheeks, soaks into her daughter's panties, and runs down your neck onto Larissa's pillow. Even through two pairs of panties you can easily taste Carrie's fresh orgasm, her juices penetrating their way to your palate.
"You're not... the only one who can cum around here."
Carrie pulls off of you with shaky legs and slumps down next to you on the floor. She pries the thoroughly soiled panties off your face, flinging them across the room. You push the other pair out of your mouth and draw in a breath of fresh air that only seems to heighten the flavor of the mother-daughter pussy blend on your tastebuds.
"Can I, uh, get a towel or something?"
Carrie turns her head and leers down the length of your naked body and the carnage the two of you have wrought over her littlest daughter's bed.
"No. That'd be such a waste."
Moving to her knees, she works her way down and starts licking around your pelvis and up your side, jerking your semi-limp dick back to life while cleaning you with her tongue. You can hardly believe you're hard again, but watching Carrie cum directly onto your face sure helped restart your engine.
Frustratingly, Carrie doesn't do much more than lick you clean, even though she takes her time doing so. She definitely works your meat the entire time but as if merely out of habit once she was close enough to your dick. Once you're covered by more spit than cum, Carrie brings you downstairs.
Still very much naked, you stand nervously with your dick pointing away from you as Carrie hands you a vodka cooler. Then she leads you to the living room to put on some music where she starts grinding up against you. She grabs your erection playfully, rubbing her body against it and groping your ass like she owns it. You follow her example, getting your hands up under her tight shirt and sloppily palming her pussy while she swings her hips.
It strikes you as odd that Carrie is in the mood to dance all of a sudden, but things have been more than a little weird since you got here, so dancing isn't so bad. But it turns out Carrie is more interested in getting drunk than dancing per say. After a few minutes she pours the two of you a shot and you pound one back with her easily enough, even though you've only ever been to one party where someone managed to sneak in one bottle of alcohol. But when Carrie goes straight in for a second you feel obligated to do that one as well, and things quickly spiral out of control.
The rest of the night becomes a blur. Your cock goes in and out of Carrie all evening during repeated moments of unchecked lust, but Carrie pulls away giggling each time, your host teasing you endlessly and relishing your persistent state of arousal. The drunker you get the more you think about holding her down and making her take it. But despite those thoughts you can't even be sure you cum again that night, and you wake up the next morning with a heavy head and an aching pair of balls.
You're in Kylie's bed again, and you're certain the only reason you awoke through your hungover haze is because Carrie is already blowing you.
"Hwuh...?"
"Mmm... Morning stranger," purrs Carrie, stroking you speedily after she lifts her head. She doesn't seem as fazed as you are from last night's activities, although she does look on the tired side. She also looks horny, fucking you with her eyes as well as her hand. She cups your tight ballsack, lifting it gently as she jerks you. "You still have some cum in here for me?"
You glance around the room, still getting your bearings, and check the time. It's well after 10AM. A pang of guilt hits you for leaving your sister at home, as if defiling the bedrooms of these girls wasn't enough.
"I should go," you blurt out, merely voicing a thought. But your comment offends Carrie.
"What do you mean you should go?" she asks.
"Oh, it's just... Well, I was gone all night."
"Yeah," Carrie agrees. Then she smirks, dropping her mouth closer to your cock. "Will your mom be mad?" she teases, flicking her tongue under the ridge of your glans.
"She's not... home."
Carrie's hand slows. "Excuse me?"
You take a moment to clear your throat, trying to sit up a little. "Yeah... I was supposed to babysit my sister this weekend. So I should go check on her. I mean, your girls are there, but... yeah."
Carrie looks a bit mad, but more about your missing mom than about you wanting to leave.
"You were supposed to be looking after them?" asks Carrie. Her hand has stopped.
"Yeah, but... y'know. What's there to do? I'd just be stuck in my room anyway."
Carrie glares at you, slowly running her hand over your shaft. Her hesitation to do so makes it clear that she still wants your dick even though she's mad at you. It's like she's trying to decide exactly how mad she is. But after a minute of light stroking she gets up and walks out of the room.
That's disappointing, but you're too tired to convince Carrie to keep going. After rubbing the sleep out of your eyes and swallowing the weird taste in your mouth, you retrieve your clothes from beside Kylie's bed. The trouble now is that you're hard as a rock, your dick fully dissatisfied with your brain's decision making so far this morning, and it refuses to soften as you uncomfortably shove your meat into your pants.
You don't blame him. It has never woken up to a blowjob before. Never had sex either, before yesterday. And somehow you managed to lose your virginity to the freakiest woman you've ever met, and did so in spades, so it's understandable that your cock is unhappy that you'd let a sex-crazed milf walk away from you like that.
Your dick may be upset but you're as sore as it is stiff and you do want to make some attempt at being responsible. You zip up your pants and pull on your socks but you still haven't gotten your shirt on when Carrie returns donning sweatpants, a clean top, and a robe, but with her now very messy pigtails still in.
"Are we leaving or not?" Carrie asks you impatiently.