Hot Summer Job/Ask Carrie about her jerking you off into Rissa's panties

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You roll over and sit on the carpet, staring dreamily toward Carrie. "You... jerked me off..." you stammer, still not all there following your post-orgasmic haze.

"Jesus. You're welcome," scoffs Carrie, practically offended. She gingerly picks Larissa's panties up off the carpet.

"Sorry. Yeah, thanks," you offer, then shake your head. Expressing appreciation over what just happened feels so wrong given how fucked up that clearly was. "Wait... what was all that?"

"Oh, shut up," shoots Carrie. But she's hardly even paying attention to you. Instead she playfully pokes at the streaks of semen still seeping into Rissa's underwear.

"What?"

"I don't know what you were up to today, but you sure as shit aren't innocent." Carrie sucks your spunk off her fingertip then sets the cum-drenched panties onto the coffee table. "But I'm gonna believe that it was my girls that stripped you down. And I would believe it, knowing them. So you're getting off easy. And even easier, since I helped," she adds with a naughty smile.

""Umm... I just meant about the panties," you clarify, trying to evade her accusations.

"What about it?" Carrie asks, not waiting for you. "I know what I like. I like cum. And so what if I fantasize about my girls? I like them too. You're one to talk, eating out your sister. You're way worse than me."

In her somewhat inebriated state Carrie's thoughts are a bit disconnected, inferring things you never said and jumping around faster than she can articulate. It doesn't at all help that she's getting both defensive and belligerent as she continues her ranting. This is no doubt a sensitive topic for her, and one she probably has a lot of guilt over. But it seems her suppressed inhibitions are allowing her to speak more freely than she may ever have about this stuff.

"I didn't say anything, really, I ju-"

"Don't even pretend you wouldn't stick it in them given the chance. You want them just as bad, I can tell. And your sister! Poor girl has no idea, does she? Her big brother's big dick... and you haven't done shit with it. Gawd, I just wish I had a cock. I would fucking drench both my little angels..." Carrie closes her eyes and claws at the front of her jean shorts with one hand, then slowly clamping her other hand around her throat. Her eyes then pop open again. "I wouldn't though. Because I know better. I know when to stop. When they've had enough. Even though they push and push..." she adds, through gritted teeth.

Based on this one encounter, Carrie definitely thinks she's more "careful" than she is. Maybe she only gets this way when she drinks, but seeing that she's a day drinker that doesn't bode well for her daughters. Kylie sure is a rambunctious little nymph already, although Larissa is still fairly innocent. You can only imagine what their mom has and hasn't done with them. But what you can't imagine is that this is the only time Kylie has been forced to eat pussy.

"Uh, yeah," you start, trying to find an safe angle. "They really make it hard, huh?"

"Fuuuck!" Carrie drops to the floor beside you in a sudden bout of exasperation. "You don't even know! Half the time she's my adorable Kylie-bear. The other half she's just a pent up ball of raw sex. She doesn't even know what she's doing. Get this. She got in the shower with me and begged to soap me up. And yeah I let it happen. But she wanted to! She soaped me so goddamn good, too. She rubbed my tits for soooo long. Her hands... incredible. She's got no idea how close to cumming I was, but I... I put a stop to that."

"Yeah, that sounds... challenging."

Having bobbed her head around listlessly until now, Carrie unexpectedly locks eyes with you. She's deathly still, really stares you down, even creeping you out a little. Finally, she asks, "Am I a bad mom?"

Her intensity and sincerity behind this throws you off. And although you know the answer, given what you both just did in this very room she might as well be a kettle asking if she's black. "Whaaat? Pffsh. No way."

With guilt welling up in her eyes, she looks away. She also knows the answer. But there's so much more to the guilty expression on her face.

"I was 6," Carol chokes out, "when the boy next door started feeding me his cum. At least I think I was 6, when it started anyway... It went on for years, off and on. I don't remember how old Tom was. But he would sit me down in the thicket behind our house and jerk off into my mouth after school. Almost daily. I hated it.

"Then one summer, I was 8, his family left on vacation. That was the summer that dad left. I had no one. I... I felt so empty. Mom was too distraught to keep me at home, so I got passed between relatives. And that's how I started fooling around with my cousins.

"Kerri was so lucky," Carol chuckles to herself. "Only 12 and she had everything a girl could dream of. Her basement bedroom was huge, and so was her bed, which was why I was supposed to sleep with her. Of course I wasn't supposed to 'sleep' with her. But she had one sleepover that got out of hand and from then on I was her plaything. I did anything she told me to. We would finger each other for hours, back and forth, no one checking on us. Fuck was I raw. I didn't care either. I just loved the attention.

"I started school late that year. Mom couldn't get her shit together until October. I was happy to see Tom again, but he wouldn't take me to the woods anymore. His parents said he shouldn't be playing with a girl half his age. Managed to make it to November but then I snapped and started sucking off boys under the slide at recess. Somehow that went on for months before I got caught. And not even an ounce of cum the whole time.

"Counselling didn't really help. I mean, I told myself it didn't, but I made it through the next couple years like a 'normal' kid. Until Tom left for college. I got depressed then. He didn't even say goodbye. Just like dad. I was sent away for the summer thanks to mom's new boytoy who thought I was a 'buzzkill'. It didn't take long for Kerri to ruin me again. She convinced me to suck off her highschool boyfriend. Sorta. As in she sorta held me down while he sorta face fucked me. I cried so hard after. I cried because all I could think of when his load splashed into my mouth was Tom."

Carrie's hand wandered its way onto your leg at some point. She draws tight little circles up and down the inside of your thigh as she continues.

"I blew so many boys that first month. It would always start with Kerri eating me out, and would end with me agreeing to all sorts of shit just so I could 'earn' my orgasm from her. She was really terrible, but she made me feel so good. Most of the time. She let her boyfriend fuck me on the last day of the summer. She let him take my cherry. That's what he said anyway, that it was her idea. He said this as he tore my clothes off and fucked me on a mattress in the woods. And as fucked up as that was, a preteen getting raped by some high schooler, I didn't even mind. It wasn't a good fuck, but I got something better. I've been a cum whore since I was 6, but the first and only taste of my little deflowered preteen pussy mixed with his thick salty cum is something I will never forget."

You're practically holding your breath as Carrie teases your recently re-stiffened shaft. You wonder if you're the first person she has ever told this to.

"That really is the worst part," she continues. "I loved it. All of it. I loved the attention. I loved the orgasms. I loved sucking, and swallowing, and showing off. Nothing has ever come close to as good as grade school was for me."

"Yep. You're pretty fucked up." That's what you want to say. Instead, your dick leads the charge, wanting more. "What happened next?"

"I dunno," mutters Carrie with a sigh. "I took an afterschool babysitting gig. Cassandra. She was 7. The cutest thing. Ended up eating her out religiously for two years. Somehow that girl smelled like cucumber and honeydew every single time."

"Huh..." She's lightly squeezing your cock now, playing with your foreskin.

"I know my life hasn't been normal. But I don't really regret any of it. But my girls... they're just so cute, I want to squeeze them all day then fuck them all night. Ugh. It's so hard. And Kylie really is asking for it a lot of the time."

"Uh huh," you nod, increasingly focused on her hand rather than her words. And that's probably why she pulls her hand away, forcing you to look up.

"I'm not crazy. I'm not. I just... I can't control myself. You know what I mean, don't you?"


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