Hot Summer Job/Make a suggestion on how they should be punished
"I have an idea," you offer as casually as possible.
Carrie looks you up and down, smirking a little. A little odd to be sure, but it appears to be a playful smirk which is encouraging. "By all means, speak up, Riley. Clearly you should have some say in this."
"Well," you start, trying to phrase it correctly. "It's only fair that they get a taste of their own medicine. If you want a fitting punishment of course."
Carol smirks even harder, then brings her hand up to her face to cover her mouth in contemplation. She walks slowly between you and the girls, moving to the opposite side of you where she leans against your shoulder. "Now that's interesting. A little tit-for-tat, hmm?"
As she says this you feel a finger glide its way up your clothed butt crack, the tiny shorts wedgied as deeply into your ass as they are capable of going.
"Um, yeah. I mean, they don't have to get naked or anything..."
Your left butt cheek is squeezed firmly after the word 'naked' escapes your lips. Carrie leans further into you, resting her non-groping hand against your chest while she pushes her own against your arm. The thin tube top gives to your arm which then sinks in between her modest tits. You look up at her, but she isn't looking at you. She's staring at her daughters, giving them the same curious assessment that she gave your body just a moment ago.
"No, no, of course not! But fair is fair. Don't you agree girls?"
"But I don't want to get naked now..." Rissa mutters to the floor. The 'now' is a bit confessional, but no one addresses it.
"Do we haaaave to?" whines Kylie, exuding as thick a bratty tone as she can muster. Something tells you this punishment isn't going to bother her.
"You can't expect to take all of Riley's clothing from him without getting punished. Now, Riley..." Carrie's hand drifts from your chest down to your abs and then even further to your pelvis. She pokes at the waist of your shorts with her pinky, subtly rubbing the tip of the small digit a mere inch or two from the base of your cock. "Who should we start with?"
You ask yourself whether it matters who you pick. The fact that a hot and horny mother is going to strip her daughters in front of you has your dick pulsing again.
"Sho- that is, I... Larissa?" you mumble, trying to restrain your anticipation.
"Well go on tiger!" she purrs at you, slapping your ass for encouragement. The slap catches everyone off guard, even Carrie.
"Wait, me?" Confusion and excitement lifts your voice.
"They stripped you, didn't they? Now you strip them. Tit for tat!"
Larissa begins to protest. "But he-"
"None of that missy!" Carol quickly retorts. "You don't get to complain. Do it again and we can make this much worse!"
Tugging at her dress, Larissa looks down and clamps her lips together tightly. You've already closed the short gap between you by the time she raises her head.
"Sorry," you whisper, reaching down for the frilly edge of the pink dress. You pull it up, exposing her equally pink shorts. They are very similar to the pair you're currently wearing, although they fit Larissa a lot better.
As you continue to lift the dress it doesn't move much. It's definitely too small for her, and despite her slim frame it hugs her body tightly. You wiggle it front to back pulling upwards. Slowly you expose her flat tummy as you peel the garment off her torso. She closes her eyes and raises her arms - albeit weakly - without being asked. Her head popping free a moment later, you step back with her dress in hand and your cock rising out of your shorts again. You take a minute to bask in the moment and stare at the bumps on her chest that are on the cusp of filling out into actual tits. You already drank in her utterly bare form while you played Pokemon for hours, but that isn't going to dissuade you from having another good look.
"Is that it?" questions Carrie after your inaction. "You're not stopping there, are you?"