Hot Summer Job/Convince Carrie to let you stay the night
You didn't come over here just to be kicked out. Hell, Carrie was the one who wanted you to come over in the first place, so you know she wanted to hook up. It's hard to know if that will happen now but it's probably worth pursuing. Worst case, if you can stick around, maybe you can see Kylie later tonight. Might as well try.
Carrie is already walking away from you. You leap forward and grab her arm, but let go just as quickly, just to make her stop. “Wait, I know I screwed up. I can't change that, but I can try to make it up to you.” You run one finger down Carrie's bare arm. “Larissa is out of the house, right? Why can't we still do what we were planning?”
She shrugs you away. “Because you chose her inst-” Carrie interrupts herself. “Er... you should know better, that's why. You're older. You ever hear of 'pulling out' before?” You answer with a blank stare. “No, I don't want to fuck you with either of my girls here. That's how Kylie got like this, and that's the line I'm drawing. End of story.”
Sure, that is why Kylie is like this. Well her 'line' sounds all kinds of flexible considering what you just saw. “Well, okay, but... you totally just fucked Kylie right in front of me. So... what?”
Carrie wants to take the high road all of a sudden but is finding difficulty with that. “No, she... That was different. I punished her. Her mom made her cum. That's pretty embarrassing you know.” It's a really weak explanation, but Carrie seems happy with it. “How would you like it if your mom blew you in front of your girlfriend?”
This is silly. You shrug. "I don't have a girlfriend."
"Don't avoid the question. Hypothetically."
“Hypothetically... if you were my mom?”
Carrie rolls her eyes then gives you a frustrated glance. "You're not taking this seriously."
“Yes I am. I just don't understand. If you just fucked your daughter in front of me then who cares if we do it while she's in another room?”
She sighs. “You're right. You don't get it.”
“Okay, but I want to.”.
Weirdly she seems less frustrated all of a sudden, like she's giving up. She was probably trying to do the 'right thing' and turn you away after doing something oh so very wrong, but she wants you here as much as you want to be here. She just needs to settle her conscience now. She hasn't given in though. She's stubborn, like Kylie. Maybe you need to switch gears.
“I was looking forward to at least spending time with you.” Mostly 'in' you, but whatever... “You were all I could think about until she got all handsy with me. But I get it, I hurt you, betrayed you even. But just let me stay the night here. I want to get to know you. And I really don't want to go back to some little girl sleepover. Not when I was ready for a 'grown-up' sleepover.”
“You'd have to finish growing first,” she says, sticking out her tongue with the highest level of maturity. High school or not, you're way taller than she is, so the cheap joke grates on your ego a bit.
“Trust me, I can 'grow' just fine,” you shoot back, stepping toward her.
“Yeah? Can you grow past your curfew? What will Susan think if you don't come home?”
“Who, my mom Susan?" You ask, trying to buy time for your brain. "She thinks I'm at a friend's house. It's totally cool." You're totally full of shit, and Carrie can see right through you. Your mom doesn't have the slightest idea of what's happening. Thankfully it seems Carrie does not want to call you on your obvious bullshit either. But you're even more thankful that Carrie doesn't know your parents are out of town this weekend or else you might be in even hotter water with her for leaving her youngest daughter in a house overnight with no supervision.
Carrie draws closer to you. She picks a piece of lint off of your shirt, then smooths out the front of it by running her hand over your chest. “I hadn't planned on you staying the night you know.”
You're surprised a little by that. “Really? I just thought if we were going to sleep together, that...”
“Was that your plan with Kylie too? To spend the night with her? Until she bailed on you...”
She says it flatly, bitterly. You're probably going to get a lot of this tonight if she does decide to keep you around. "Nothing was planned, I swear. It just happened. She grabbed my hand, shoved it between her legs, and the next thing I knew I was insi- er, we were doing it." It's tough to admit to a girl's mom that you just had sex with her daughter. You're definitely glossing over a lot of details, but it's all true. Carrie even nods a little, accepting this tidbit of truth. But you still want to throw it back at her. "You hadn't 'planned' on punishing Kylie, right?"
Carrie sighs, tugging on her shorts. "It's never planned, no."
"So Kylie is in her room. She'll be there the rest of the night, right? Why does she even have to know I'm still here? We can hang out in the living room, or you can hide me in your room."
"I wanted her room," Carrie mutters to herself, nearly inaudible. "Fine. You can stay. For now. But I reserve the right to kick you out later if I change my mind."
"Alright," you nod with a quick sigh of relief. At least your foot is in the door.
Carrie turns sharply and walks away from you. "Want a drink?" she asks, entering her kitchen. “If you're staying, you're drinking.”
Not much of a choice there. "Uh, sure!"
She returns with two opened flavored vodka coolers, passing one to you as nonchalantly as a cola. You eye it curiously, not used to adults handing you liquor so freely.
"Don't act like you've never drank before because you definitely have. I can tell. If I know anything, it's high school boys."
She takes a seat on the couch - the very spot she just gave her daughter an orgasm - and you join her, angling toward the sassy milf.
“So she really just shoved your hand down there?" She asks, sipping her drink, an action you mirror.
“Um, yeah.” You try not to clam up now, especially now that you have stuck around, but you find it hard to openly admit that you did anything with Kylie. You'd rather pretend she just fell onto your dick. But after what you just saw here and considering you might be on the cusp of getting tossed out either way, you cautiously offer some more detail. “She was touching herself, secretly, at least until I caught her. Maybe once she knew that I knew she figured I should help? I dunno, we didn't talk much once we got started...” And she definitely couldn't once you were choking her.
“God, she's so bad. I swear that girl's insatiable.”
“Yeah. Wait, have you had to... punish her like that before?”
“Of course not! I mean..." Carrie takes a slow sip, looking away. "Never that bad. But she's never had sex before either. That I know of I suppose. The worst one before today was when I caught her with a vibrator. I went a little overboard then too, but she had my favorite toy!” Carrie straightens up a little and continues. “Every other time it was just a normal spanking for mouthing off, staying out late, normal teenager stuff. You would know, right?"
You can't recall your mom ever spanking you, period, especially as a teenager, but you nod your head anyway.
"I'm still mad at you by the way.” She sidekicks your calf as added proof. “I just can't exactly blame you. She is a handful, and I know how hard it can be to stop yourself when she gets you going.” Carrie slumps her shoulders and looks up at the ceiling. "Fuck. I guess I'm going to the pharmacy in the morning to grab Plan B. No way I'm letting this happen again."
You hang on those words, your imagination quickly running away with itself. Carrie just gazes upward. You clear the nervous lump in your throat. "Oh, again? What do you mean?"
“Like mother, like daughter.” She slowly pulls her eyes away from the mysterious distraction located on the ceiling above her. You can see pain and sadness bubbling inside Carrie. The source of both seems to be loneliness. It looks like she wants to open up to you but she's hesitant to do so. It takes her a long moment of consideration, and another swig of alcohol, before her walls come down.
"I had Kylie pretty young. And before you ask, by 'pretty young' I mean I was basically her age when I got knocked up. We're a lot alike really... No, that's not fair to her. I was way worse. She pretends to be a slut, but I'd already swallowed buckets of cum by her age. That's definitely how to not get pregnant by the way!” Carrie half shouts that bit of advice to her daughter upstairs. “I mean, yeah, I didn't exactly have a 'typical' childhood, but that wasn't my fault, and it wasn't really that bad considering. It's not like I was a whore or anything,” she quickly clarifies, trying to make all this sound better.
“I never did anything for money. And I was a normal kid most of the time, but... I just really like cum. The taste of it. The warmth. I think it tastes like happiness, especially younger cum,” She trails off a little. You're not one to judge and so just wait for her to keep going. Carrie then chuckles and smiles. “Tom always gave me my 'after school snack'. Yeah... Anyway, once I finally knew what a blowjob was, like the meaning, the intent, that just how I said thank you. And if a boy was really nice to me, and he had a nice cock, I'd make extra sure to help keep his balls empty for as long as I could. That was rare though. I guess you could call those guys boyfriends because that was a pretty exclusive thing, but I mostly just used them for what I wanted. And so I still don't know why I let that kid fuck me. I totally knew better.”
"Who? Tom?”
“No, not Tom,” she quickly answers. You catch a hint of regret. “I don't know who he was. He told me his name but I forgot it instantly. I couldn't stop staring at his eyes. He had rich gorgeous eyes. But really he was just some ginger high school kid. I don't know what school he went to but it wasn't mine. I mean the one I ended up in. I wasn't in highschool yet.”
“I'd just turned fourteen. We met at a pep rally before a big game near the end of the school year. I'd never blown a ginger before and he was really sweet and weirdly exotic so I was enamoured with him right away. I wanted to suck all the freckles off his face through his dick,” she notes with a girlish giggle.
“We walked around for a while flirting with each other then started making out in the parking lot. But it probably wouldn't have gone any further than that if it hadn't been for some old cow who interrupted us. She yelled at us, told us to 'smarten up'. So we did. We checked doors until we found an unlocked car. I crawled in the back and laid down, really just to stay out of sight. So he climbed on top of me and we were fucking within minutes. Took him even less time to cum. I should've stopped him. It was disappointing because I didn't want to have sex. I mean, I'd done it before, so it wasn't that, I just preferred blowjobs. But I didn't even get to lick him clean before we got caught. Someone noticed us in there, him on top of me. My first ginger got pulled away and I never saw him again. It wasn't long after that my baby bump seemingly popped out of nowhere. Took me a while to even remember that I'd slept with anyone.”
Carrie takes another casual sip while you stare at her in amazement. It's no wonder she's sex crazed and she's just prattling away about it voluntarily. It's like she's relieved that she gets to share it with someone. Maybe that's why she agreed to let you stay, you're part of her crazy little world now. But what she probably needs is therapy.
“Of course my mom thought it would be a fitting punishment for me to keep her instead of having an abortion. I was livid. I was a fucking kid. I never asked to be a teen mom and then suddenly I didn't have a choice. You know how much ridicule I had to put up with? I'm sure any rumors that went around about me before I got pregnant were nothing compared to after. If you didn't know, pregnant freshman don't get a lot of respect in high school. But I did get a lot more cock," she adds with a grin. "In my head, that was my big fuck you to my mom. Can't get knocked up if I already am! So why not fuck like a bunny?"
"Jesus. How'd you manage it?"
"Oh, it was easy really. There was a big private handicapped washroom at the school, had a shower and everything. It was kept locked, so teachers never checked it, but locks can be picked. I'd skip a different class each day to get fucking ravaged for an hour, hour and a half. It wasn't really my idea though.
“It started with a small group of sophomore boys who wouldn't leave me alone. So I told them I'd jerk them off - that felt mean - if they'd agree to back off. It worked for a while until they pushed me to do more. They wanted weird shit at first, but harmless. Like inserting or stealing my panties, writing things on my body, making me pee. Actually, that really was a lot of fun looking back on it,” she ponders, a finger on her chin as 'the good ol' days' come back to her. “But eventually one of their brothers joined in, a senior, and he quickly invited his friends. They weren't playing games. They worked me hard, relentlessly, just abused the shit out of my pregnant little body for weeks. Sometimes I'd just lay there after, naked and crying and covered in cum... but I still showed up the next day. I always showed up. Almost got me expelled though. I know they all were.”
Aaand your erection is back. "Uh... Wow. I... I just meant the pregnancy..."
"Oh!” She brightens up, even blushes a little. “I mean being pregnant wasn't that hard really. Labor sucks. But trying to care for a baby is basically impossible while you're in school. My mom did help a bit although my grandparents did more, until they moved to Florida."
"I think I was a pretty good mom, considering I was a teenager. After my extreme freshman 'froshing' I'd had enough of boys for a while. At least people gave me their pity after being gang raped, which was a lot better than before. I even managed decent grades. But after a few years, when I was getting close to graduating, I couldn't take it anymore, being 'normal' again. Well... I couldn't accept that I was going to have to join the real world and actually take care of Kylie. Turning into an adult was scary. So for the last few months of highschool I partied like crazy. Blackout drunk, constantly. I woke up all sorts of places, and usually at least half naked; backyards, bathrooms... one time I was inside the trunk of a car. I hardly even remember most of it. But at the same time I can't ever forget it because that's how I got pregnant with Larissa.
Carrie finishes with her drink, flicking her tongue inside the bottle. You've hardly touched yours. “Anyway, I just don't want that to happen to Kylie.”
“Yeah,” you nod, dumbfounded. “Umm... is that why you homeschool her?”
“Basically, yeah. She went to school once, but she couldn't handle it.”
“Couldn't handle school?” you echo.
“Listen, I did what I had to do,” she snaps, getting defensive out of nowhere. “I got kicked out by my mom with two girls to take care of. I had to support us somehow. I found a guy who let us stay with him, and yeah, Kylie saw some shit when we needed extra money and started copying me. I'm just glad Larissa can't remember that stuff.”
That went dark again real fast. There's a bit of an awkward silence that you feel obligated to break. “Sooo... What is it you do?”
“I'm not a whore,” she replies coldly.
“No! I just don't know what you do is all, like, for work. My mom's a consultant,” you quickly add, worried you're about to hit the street.
“I do lots of things.” She pauses, expecting another comment. You're not going there again. “I own a few rental properties. But I also clean houses, do some tutoring, sell sex toys...” she says that more quietly, a bit self conscious now. “Whatever I need to do for some extra cash. What do you do?”
“Not much. Babysitting I guess.”
“Oh, is that what you call it?”
“Ha ha!” You force a laugh. “Well I mostly jerk off really. That's the closest thing I have to a real job, at least in terms of hours worked.”
Carrie smirks at that. “Well if I need someone jerked off I'll be sure to call you.”
You stick to safer topics for a while, allowing the tension to dissipate. But you still try to be the funny and flirty high school boy you assume she still lusts for. In your mind it's the only reason you're here. But then another thought crosses your mind that you can't shake.
“Hey, why did you hire me?”
She scoffs. “What? You showed up on my doorstep. I happened to need a sitter. Pretty simple.”
“You could have turned me away though. Leaving Kylie alone might've been better than leaving her with a high schooler, especially if she's 'insatiable' like you say. And weren't you just about to leave yesterday when I showed up?”
“Are you complaining or something? You already fucked her.” Carrie scrunches up her face, at least annoyed.
“No, I'm just wondering... Did you hire me for you more than the girls? I'm okay with that, just saying, if that's true,” you add.
Your employer looks uncomfortable. “I don't need to pay for sex,” she asserts.
“I know that. But you're also a responsible mom now, right? You're worried about your girls. And even if you weren't, I doubt it's easy for you to scratch your itch for young cock.” You rub your shorts a little for emphasis. “So are you mad that Kylie got to me first?”
Carrie stares at you, glaring. “Take off your pants.”