Hot Summer Job/Leave the girls here and go see Carrie as planned

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You decide that it doesn't matter what the girls end up doing here with your sis because, unbeknownst to them, their mom is waiting for you back at their house. They don't really need your supervision anyway. Kylie isn't exactly a kid. And besides, what trouble could they possibly get into inside your house?

You make your way to the front door and let yourself out as quietly as possible, not bothering to let them know where you're going or even that you're leaving. You doubt that they'd care.

The light is beginning to fade as you walk through the neighborhood. But the sun isn't down yet and the heat of the day hasn't gone anywhere. Your head cleared when you walked away from the Callahan's earlier, but walking back is making it fuzzy again. It's hard to imagine what you're heading into but you're sure it will be a million times better than what you just left.

You walk up to the increasingly familiar front door and ring the bell once again. The seconds tick by, your heart thumping incessantly. You're at least thankful that their front step is now well covered by shade.

The door opens quite suddenly and you're pulled inside without a word. It's Carrie that pulls you inside, but you don't get a good look at her until you can turn around, watching her lock the door behind you. The first thing you notice is her bouncing pigtails, an unexpected sight. But what you notice next is very welcome. Everything she's wearing is skin tight. Her undersized blue tank top shows off a lot of midriff. The rainbow striped thigh-high socks she's wearing struggle to make it to her knees. And the girly panties she has on, pink with purple trim and very well worn, are also on the petite side.

"Wow, what're yo-"

"Shhh!" Carrie rushes up to you, placing a finger against your lips. "My mom is in her room!"

You raise an eyebrow, unsure of what is happening. Carrie takes your hand and ushers you swiftly through the house. Staring at the tiny clothing hugging her body as she tugs you along, you realize that they aren't hers. She's wearing her daughter's clothes. That helps explain why they look a few sizes too small.

"We have to be quiet," she explains, looking back at you, "because I don't know if she's asleep yet."

You simply nod as she leads you further. Carrie ignores her bedroom and instead pulls you into Kylie's. Flinging you into the room she closes that door as well, secluding the two of you in her eldest daughter's bedroom.

She leans back against the door and stares at you hungrily. The tight top beautifully showcases her compact tits, both nipples well defined through the stretched material. The panties she's wearing are quite small, so much so that you think they might be little Larissa's. The cute purple bow above a cartoon kitty on the crotch seems to support that theory.

"Mom doesn't know that I do this... bring in neighborhood boys to fuck while she's asleep. I haven't been caught yet, so she probably doesn't suspect anything."

This is wild. You're not sure if Carrie is acting out a fantasy of her own or acting out her daughter's activities. Part of you doesn't care.

"Well, Ca-Kylie-" you correct yourself, "Then... I'll try not to make you scream too loud."

Carrie grins, walking toward you.

"Ditto."

She plants her hands against your hips and backs you up against Kylie's desk. The teenie-milf presses her chest into yours, kissing you tenderly - as if you were her first - while her hands fiddle with your pants. Her fingers make short work of your button and zipper and in moments she's sliding your jeans along with your underwear all the way down to your ankles. You're already sporting an eager erection which Carrie takes hold of with no hesitation, crouched down in front of you.

"I've heard my mom used to give great head. I hope I'm as good as her one day."

With that, Carrie slams your dick into her mouth, her lips bumping into the fist she has clamped around the base of your shaft. Holding you in place by your cock, she bobs her head fluidly and furiously. You have the apparent all time champion of cock-sucking servicing your member with prime finesse and form. With constant suction she draws you all the way in, then pulls back until its just the tip, her tongue flitting at your frenulum. All the while her fist is pushing down against your pelvis and ballsack, making sure your dick skin is as tight and sensitive as possible. The first few strokes are slow and deliberate, but once those are out of the way she ramps up quickly. In no time she's bobbing from base to tip several times a second.

Your breathing falters. Your hands grip the edge of Kylie's desk while you look down awestruck. Carrie is amazing to watch but the sensations she's inducing are just as incredible. The pigtails swing wildly, brushing against your bare thighs with every bob of her head. Gazing further down her body you spy her other hand occupied with a different task, stroking the front of her girly panties to the same rhythm as her head-bobbing and no doubt inspiring her to go faster.

"Kylie... fuck...."

She moans hearing her daughter's name again and somehow takes you even deeper. With her insatiable pace, you can easily imagine her sucking off an entire football team within a half hour. But this is too much too fast. You can already feel your eyes rolling back into your head, your taint aching, your balls churning and waning. Your glans kisses the back of Carrie's throat every time her lips bottom out on your shaft. You're already so close to exploding and pumping your baby batter straight down her slutty throat and you only just got here.