Hot Summer Job/Thank Carol and try to back away
"Yeah, um, thank you, too," you mumble.
Unsure of what’s happening, and with a tinge of guilt over what you've been doing with her daughters, you try to slink away from the tight embrace of Carrie. But Carrie has other ideas. Her fingers slip into the top edge of your/Larissa’s shorts and trace their way from the back to the front as you pull away. She keeps a firm grip on the edge as you inch further backward until, barely a foot of space between you, your cock finds enough room to escape its tight confines and pop up into the open air. Of course with Carrie’s fingers where they are, your dick comes to rest along the back of Carrie’s hand.
“Is that for me?” asks Carrie, her voice dropping low and sultry. But she isn’t looking for an answer. As you both stare down at your cock she lets go of the lycra shorts and flips her grip onto the underside of your exposed member. With a gentle squeeze and a single pump she leans into your ear to whisper, “I'm fun to play with too.”
“Mom?”
Carrie forcefully and frantically shoves your dick into the tiny shorts. You glance to the stairs to see Kylie descending. She’s dressed for once, wearing an open-neck crop top and a thin pair of multicolored leggings. She's even wearing a bra based on the clearly visible strap. You're a tad surprised she even owns any underwear. But not as surprised as Carrie.
“Sweetie!” she exclaims, turning away from you sharply. And a minute ago it was you worried about getting caught.
Kylie glances between the two of you curiously, smiling when she sees what you’re wearing. You’re pretty positive she saw what was happening here but glides down to the main floor nonchalantly.
“Rissa told me to come downstairs.”
You can feel your dick moving upwards again. Carrie sloppily crammed your erection sideways into your shorts to make it fit. Having it squished to the side running just under the stretchy top edge of the shorts creates a pronounced outline of your veiny cock pointing straight out to your hip, and almost past it. Once Carrie freed it there was no getting it back down the front, but now the shorts aren’t doing much to keep it in place. Your heartbeat pulsing down the length of your shaft is enough to start pulling it out of the mere inch of vertical coverage that is hiding it from view.
It’s not subtle, but you have to do it. You shove your hand into the shorts and push your member further down, trying to trap the head against the top of your thigh and keep it from popping up in front of a mother and her daughter. Even if they've both seen it separately.
Carrie and Kylie are both looking at you after you sort yourself out. Carrie’s face is awash with shame. Kylie is smiling even more openly. It’s almost as if mother and daughter have switched roles, especially since the daughter is dressed more conservatively than her mother.
“So… what’s going on?” Kylie asks, coming to a stop a few feet away.
Carrie adjusts her tube top. “Nothing! Riley was... just about to get dressed.”
“Oh yeah?” the teen replies tauntingly. “Where are your clothes, Ry?”
Furrowing your brow at the spicy redhead, you tug at your member which she has not shied away from staring at. "I thought you had... put them away."
"Away where? I haven't seen them since you came..." Kylie draws out the word, slowly bringing her lips together, "up with an excuse to take them off."
"Larrisa said that was your idea," notes Carrie.
"No, Kylie was the shirt swap," you add quickly. "The pants was Larissa's idea."
Kylie shakes her head and rolls her eyes as you do your best to cover your ass. You have no doubt that she's still angry at you for eating (and wearing) your cum, but even if she's giving you a hard time at least she's not ratting you out.
Confused, Carrie cocks her head. "Then why would Kylie have them?"
"I don't! That's what I'm saying! I have no idea where they went." Kylie insists, placing one hand on her chest demurely.
"Did someone lose something?"
Your discussion is interrupted as Larissa returns from getting changed. She's slipped into a small pink dress and you faintly see the legs of a pair of shorts just barely visible under the flowy edging. The dress seems a little small, and based on the faded colors she's probbaly been wearing it since she was six, but it looks surprisingly good on her dainty figure.
Carrie nods her head and gestures at her youngest. "Good, we can straighten this out now. Larissa, where are Riley's pants?"
"I thought Kylie took them," she answers plainly. Her older sister glares at her fiercely. But Carrie glares at Kylie in return.
"Okaaay," Carrie sighs. "Then can you please bring his shirt back? I at least know you have that."
Larissa rubs her stomach with her hand and grinds one heel into the carpet. "...nooo."
"And why not?"
"He can't wear it. It's dirty."
Carrie places her hands on her hips, just above her jean shorts. She really does look amazing right now. Going by percentages, at least 90% of her skin is exposed to you, her low-rise cut off jean shorts and narrow tube top doing very little to cover her.
"Girls, honestly. The two of you have apparently done everything in your power to get poor Riley as naked as possible."
She pauses to glance down at the sharp outline of your cock. Subconsciously or otherwise, having her check out your package in this moment makes you both embarrassed and proud, a strange combination to be sure.
"Just look at what you've made him deal with! You've taken full advantage of how nice he is. Well I'm back and I'm not feeling so nice right now. I think you two deserve a fitting punishment."