Hot Summer Job/Ask Larissa how it feels to be as naked as you are
You eye up Larissa more critically. You find it hard to believe that some part of her didn't want to get stripped, especially after inserting herself into your activities with her mom. The goofy smile she's sporting doesn't hurt either.
"Tell us Larissa, what's it feel like to be just as naked as i am in front of your mom?" You emphasize naked to half mock her exaggerated use of it from a moment ago and further downplay your own state of undress. But Larissa isn't phased at all.
"But I'm not as naked as you are," she states with certainty.
"Not from what I can see!" you shoot back.
"How's that?" asks Carrie.
"Well his underwear is a lot... tighter... than mine are," she notes, briefly rubbing her panties in the process as if she needed confirmation.
Self conscious, you twist your waistband. "Yeah, but I can see that your nipples are just as pink as mine. There's no doubt we both have just as little left to lose."
"But you already lost yours."
You stop, entirely confused by Larissa's reasoning. Carrie doesn't seem to have any insight either.
"It was only a minute ago," continues Larissa. "Mom said that you were still overdressed... didn't you?"
Carrie looks down at her daughter. The underwear-clad mother and daughter begin to sport the same giddy expression.
"I suppose I did, didn't I? And this is my house after all..."
Is Carrie really willing to continue this in front of her youngest daughter? As if Larissa is somehow innocent in all this. She is the one who convinced you to follow Carrie upstairs. And here she is helping her mother strip you. She's practically Carrie's accomplice. Although you wonder who is really playing who here.
Carrie sashays her way up to you not-so-subtly squeezing her tits through her bandeau tube top. "Heat stroke is such a terrible thing." She plays with the hem of your shorts before shoving a hand down the front of them. You gasp at the plain shock of it, and again at the astounding sensation of her delicate fingers as she begins to pump your cock.
"But stroking... that's different..."
Carrie doesn't play for very long though. Just enough to stiffen you up. Then she releases you from the confines of your shorts, yanking them down your thighs and forcing you to step out of them. She backs away from you then tosses them on top of her daughter's discarded nightgown.
"There! Just as nature intended!" Carrie stands next to her daughter, the two of them examining you from a short distance. You lean awkwardly against the counter, not entirely sure what to do with your hands. If Larissa wasn't here you know exactly what you'd do. But her presence - next to her mom at least - is making you second guess every little thing. You would be blushing much more if most of your blood wasn't being used by your hard on. This is simultaneously the most amazing and most embarrassing thing you've ever done.
Carrie moves her gaze downward and strokes her daughter's hair with the same hand that just stroked your cock. "Have I told you just how much I love your attention to detail?"
"Yup! Lots!" Rissa cheerfully replies but she remains entirely focused on your erection, which is now lightly bobbing in the air in tune with your elevated heart rate.
"Hmm. You are a bit of a perv though." Carrie throws her hands in front of her little girl's eyes with a giggle. Rissa is not as amused.
"Moooom! Doooon't!" She ducks away from her mom's obstruction and steps closer to you." I've never seen one before! It's so... weird."
"Not the word I would use," Carrie replies, tweaking her nipple through her top. "But you better get a good look now because you're not getting one for a long time."
"Awww..." whines Rissa.
When exactly did you become the main attraction at the zoo?