Hot Summer Job/Do as you're told
You stare back at Carrie for a moment, just to make sure she's serious. She holds her glare, as if she can control you with her eyes. That's closer to reality than you'd like to admit. You lean back, lift your butt off the cushion, and carefully remove your clothing from the bottom half of your body, slipping each of your ankles free in turn. The corners of your mouth are upturned just a hair, part smug and part excited by where this is going.
"I guess this answers my question?" You ask rhetorically, glancing down at your soft dick twitching and lengthening ever so slightly between your legs.
"Shut up and jerk off," she commands followed by a sip of her now 3rd drink.
You happily follow orders. With very little effort you pump up your eager twitching dick into a towering erection. It still feels so wrong to just beat it in front of someone in their living room even though you did far worse in your own living room a short while ago. But your cock isn't bothered in the least as you work it speedily. It's tight and tingly, your foreskin extra sensitive, like your dick is an overfilled balloon just straining to pop. Carrie's eyes are locked to it, examining you with intense focus. Nearly a minute goes by, Carrie taking sip after sip while she observes the masturbating teenager she's sitting beside.
"Did you want me to... keep going?" you ask, uncertainty creeping in, erection raging.
"I'm still thinking," she replies. "So yes."
You slow your hand, not wanting to get 'too' excited. You slow to a steady, teasing, and somewhat maddening pace. Your pace gradually and unintentionally quickens as your cock demands more pleasure, but you force yourself to slow to a crawl again each time, trying your best to hold back.
"You have a very nice cock, Riley," she says approvingly. But it comes across like how any mother might compliment her child, so it makes you a little uncomfortable.
"Umm, thanks."
Another moment of silent masturbation goes by before Carrie offers you a reprieve.
"You know what I want?" she starts, placing her drink aside. "I want... want to know what my daughter felt... what you did." She leans over and tugs on your shirt. You follow her lead and bend forward, raising your arms to let her remove it. She giggles a little, enjoying the view of a high school boy stripped completely bare. She places your shirt on the back of her couch then leans over to run her hand across your abs. "I want you... but I mostly want your insatiable, young, teenage lust. I want to feel what Kylie felt when you were inside her. I want to take the cock that stole my baby girl's virginity from me."
Stole it from her? Like, in a protective parenting sense? Or had she wanted, or even planned, to fuck Kylie at some point? You don't dare ask.
Carrie slips off her own shorts in a similar fashion revealing a tight, clean, completely waxed pussy. There's not a follicle in sight with only a pair of slightly puffy lips and a thin slit visible between her legs. Despite being a mother of two in her twenties, her pussy would pass for a highschooler. In fact she almost looks younger than Kylie right now, although her ponytail and minimal makeup help with that.
"How should I..." you start, shifting toward her.
"I told you," she interrupts, grabbing you by the cock. "Fuck me how you fucked my daughter. Give it to me exactly the same. Do it all over again just as if I was her."
She's pulled you halfway off the couch as she spoke, leading you by your erection. You finish standing then she pumps you a few times before letting go. She stares up at you expectantly, waiting for you to take her, but you still feel like she's more in control than you are.
"Umm... can you lay down, Carrie?"
"Ew, that's my mom's name," she's says, her voice raised an octave. "What's my name?"
You blink a few times then nod. "Sorry... Kylie."
Carrie grins a little then twists on the couch, throwing her legs up and shuffling down so her head isn't on the armrest. You lean down and roll her onto her side, almost off of the couch. Carrie helps center her body and you immediately lift her leg into the air. She's not quite as flexible as Kylie, but since you're pantsless this time you can help make up the difference pretty easily.
"Seriously?" she asks as you straddle her lowered leg. You just nod. "Jesus, how rou-ffffuck!"
Much like Kylie, you laid into her as soon as you were ready. You didn't even try to nestle your head between her lips before you plunged into the mother of the daughter you just defiled. Your entry is indeed a little rough, but other than that outcry Carrie isn't complaining as you thrust inside her. Quite the contrary.
"Oh FUCK!" she yells, much louder than she should. You buck into her with a steady pace. Unlike Kylie, you're able to fully bury your cock between Carrie's folds, your balls smacking against her lips. The sound gets juicier as your pistoning rod drills Carrie's wetness out of her, squirting out against your crotch. She's so wet your cock is already drowning in sexual fluid. No wonder Kylie was gushing before; like mother like daughter.
You take a moment to feel up her well toned ass, then, just like Kylie, move your other hand in front to squeeze Carrie's pelvis and drive her g-spot down against the side of your cock.
"Awww sh-shit," Carrie moans. The ridge of your cock head passing back and forth over her g-spot makes her writhe on the couch . "Yes. Yes! OOOH you feel so FUCKING good! Kylie, y-you ungrateful s- slu... f-FASTer!"
Carrie's cries of pleasure are making your balls twitch, but you'd rather she not try to get her daughter's attention which is the only explanation you can think of. So you lean in and wrap your hand around her throat, just like with Kylie. Carrie's mouth opens, moaning loudly into the air. So you clench tighter and tighter until you choke out her voice, only squeaky gasps getting through. Eventually even those stop. She looks at you with the hint of a panicked expression, but she doesn't try to pry your hand away. Her eyelids droop lower and lower. You start to get worried, so you pause and relax your grip.
"You okay?" you ask, panting a little.
"...no, no," she gasps and coughs catching her breath. "Don't stop. Not until you cum. Don't hold back. Give me everything."
Damn, she is a freak. With her permission, you lean into her again and buck even harder. She slips one of her hands under her shirt, grabbing her tits while you close off her airway again. Nearly a minute passes with you pounding away full force before you feel the crescendo building. A guttural yell escapes you just before you explode inside Carrie's sopping snatch. You slam your body into her leg, forcing your seed as deep as it can go, giving it your all.
Again, like Kylie, it's not until your orgasm subsides that you realize that you're still choking Carrie. But this time it looks like your partner is unconscious. You literally choked her out. And she just took it, like a silent obedient fuck toy. That's crazy. You slip your stiff dick out of the limp milf and watch your seed trickle out of her glistening cunt. You definitely gave her what she asked for. But... is she...
Concerned, you hover your hand over her mouth, then feel her chest. Her heart is still beating and she's breathing okay, but she's definitely out. Maybe the alcohol helped with that, you're not sure. But you're also not sure what to do. She could wake up at any moment, or she might be out for some time.