Hot Summer Job/Keep stripping Larissa
"No, I can keep going."
You hand Larissa's dress to her mom before moving back to the topless tween. Her eyes are open again and they are darting around the room; to her mom, to you, the floor, your dick, her sister, everywhere and nowhere all at once.
Their mother's interest in and approval of this punishment has your mind racing on ways to exploit it. You don't have to get very creative. Kneeling down in front of Larissa brings your eyes to nipple height, rosy pink and shrinking as they stiffen. Cupping your hands together as if begging for food, you push them both inside the front of Rissa's shorts. Your fingertips dive downward over her panties and push against her vulva. Larissa's eyes bulge and her mouth drops. Her nervous hands fly upwards to cover her face. You move one hand around the outside of her thigh to inch the shorts lower while continuing to grope and prod at her pantie covered sex. Her skinny legs clamp together for a moment before they surprisingly open wider, a move accompanied by a labored sigh.
Her lips are so soft and puffy offering your fingers tantalizing detail through her plain cotton underwear. You stroke her lengthwise repeatedly while pretending to struggle with the back half of her shorts. One spot near the top of her lips makes her inhale sharply, her stomach sucking inward for a second before she relaxes again. That is unquestionably your favorite spot.
You keep this up for 20-30 seconds before you decide you've pushed this pretty far. Gripping her inner thigh and pushing the side of your hand up into her crotch, you use your other hand to grab the back of her shorts and pull them down her slender legs, giving them a few good twists along the way to emphasize just how much trouble they were. You get in one final grope as you stand, dragging your digits up the front of her crotch. As you pull away she exhales slowly into her hands, one of her knees shuddering.
It's not worth trying to hide the grin on your face before you hand the pink shorts over to Carrie.
"I hope you don't think you're done," warns Carrie.
You do a double take to the girl you've already reduced to a pair of simple white panties. Larissa drops her hands from her face clearly ready to protest but she stops herself. Instead she shoves her hands into the front of her underwear, covering up what you're about to expose.
Not needing to be asked twice you swiftly move up to Larissa and strip her of her last shred of decency, practically pulling her legs out from under her before she can even step out of her underpants. With an even stupider grin than before you pass the girl's small panties to her mother leaving her standing nude and embarrassed, rubbing her bare crotch with her hands.
"Kylie. I meant Kylie."
You stop, doing another double take. Your eagerness apparently got the better of you.
Carrie raises an eyebrow, looking you over. "Well, since we're taking all of Larissa's clothing..."
She reaches down and tugs on either side of your shorts. Your erection rolls out of the waistband instantly, already a mere sneeze away from popping up of its own volition. But Carol is even more forceful in stripping you than you were of Larissa. Despite how hard they were to get on, she makes short work of taking them off. You actually stumble backward as she tears them away from you. You've only just regained your balance when she reaches out and grabs you by the cock, pulling you close.
"There, that's better. I'm sure you were sick of wearing those anyway."
As you're held in place by your dick you finally notice the smell of alcohol on Carrie's breath. That definitely helps explain why she's acting so weird but it's also really early to be drinking. It also explains why she wanted to go out without her kids so bad.
Your heart is racing. Your stomach is rising up your throat. She gives another tug on your dick pulling you even closer to whisper to you. "Don't push... gawd you have a nice cock." Carrie drops her head to one side to glance down to her firm grip. "Fuck I miss highschool boys. Listen, we're having some fun with them, but you're not sticking this thing anywhere I don't want you to, 'kay?"
"Uh-huh," you nod quickly.
"Just like I said," Carries announces, releasing your erection to bob in front of you, "...tit for tat! Er, I guess puss for penis? Whatever, now you're both naked!"
Larissa manages to giggle at her mom's silliness, not to mention your bouncing boner. But she's still covering her privates protectively. If rubbing counts as covering. Does she even know she's doing it? And is she trying to sooth it or is it absentminded masturbation?
You're slapped out of your meandering thoughts when Carrie playfully smacks your hard-on.
"Go on then! Like I said, you're not done yet!"