Her job, cleaning your cock

Carrie scoots out from under her mother, a little more of the thin liquid covering her face dripping onto the couch as she does. Her legs are a little shaky as she keeps one hand against the chair arm for balance. You look up at her, still dazed from the load of cum you left dripping out of her mother's ass. Her eyes are closed, still flecked with the off brown muck that pooled there just a moment ago. As she takes her full height her hand comes away from the couch and wipes at her eye. Peeking out from behind it she sees you looking at her and her smile is quickly covered by her fingers as she gives them a long lascivious lick. She repeats the process with her other eye, rolling her hips slightly as her free hand hovers next to her crotch.

With a last playful lick of her finger she looks down at you, her smile half breaking into a giggle upon her face. She steps forwards and slides down to kneel at your feet before looking at you with a cheeky grin. Her eyes dart downwards to rest upon your limp cock. The thin coating of egg it had picked up from her mother's ass has thickened as it deflated and Carrie's eyes quickly come back to yours.

"Your cock is so dirty. Here, let me clean it for you."

She leans forwards but you reach up your hand to stop her.

"One sec, I gotta use the toilet."

As you begin to shift she presses her hand against your hips.

"Don't be silly, you have a toilet right here."

You look down at her and settle back into the couch. She leans forwards and takes your cockhead between her thumb and forefinger. Softly she presses her lips against the tip and then opens them around your cock as she moves down until just the head rests in her mouth. She gently wraps the rest of her hand around your dick and holds it steady as she looks up at you with a questioning almost pleading look in her eyes. There's a pause for a moment before you close your eyes, relax and let go. Your cock jerks slightly in her hand and her mouth begins to fill for a moment before she starts swallowing rapidly.

You feel a shift in the couch and notice Phoebe turning to face you. She sits down next to you, her thigh pressing softly against yours as she leans into you and reaches out to lightly rest her hand on the back of her daughter's head. You turn your head towards her and see her just an inch away with a curious look on her face. Her eyes glance away as they meet yours and come to rest on her daughter, still dutifully swallowing your now diminishing stream. She looks back at you and a conspiratorial smirk spreads across her face.

"Is she drinking your piss?" She whispers.

"Aha," You nod and push your head forwards, lightly pressing your lips against hers. Her eyes close for just a moment before she pulls back and tilts her head down with an embarrassed grin.

"Carrie?" She begins, but is cut off by Carrie raising her finger. Phoebe waits and begins to fidget just a little with Carrie's hair before catching herself and pulling her hand back an inch then forwards again resting it softly back on Carrie's head. Your bladder now nearly, Carrie begins to move and Phoebe darts her hand back to rest near her mouth. Carrie raises up on her haunches letting go of your cock and each of her cheeks bulges briefly as she swishes your piss around like mouthwash. Leaning her head back she begins to gargle, then after a second she closes her mouth and takes one big swallow followed by another before looking at you both and biting her lip.

"Sorry mom, I just needed to wash out the eggs you shit in my mouth so I can clean my boyfriend's cock of your ass juice," Carrie says with just a hint of whimsy in her voice. "What was it you wanted?"

"Well," Phoebe says and pauses for a moment a blush spreading across her cheeks, "I- I was gonna ask if you think I got a bit too carried away but now I don't know what to say."

Carrie giggles, "It's fine mom." With that she leans forwards and takes her first quick lick at your cock. She glances up at you for a moment before closing her eyes, inhaling deeply and pressing her face into your balls. Phoebe nestles her head into your shoulder as she lets her hand drift back down to gently stroke her daughter's hair. Carrie begins to softly lick and suck, still cradling your dick in her hand as you rest your head on top of Phoebe's and close your eyes.

Time passes with the quiet sounds of Phoebe's deep breathing and her daughter's slow licks and occasional low moans. You barely notice as Carrie diligently works her way around your still limp cock manipulating it gently with her hand as she goes. It does register when she moves her hand away and shifts her weight down slightly. She inhales deeply before opening her mouth and engulfing both your balls. This draws a moan from you as you open your eyes to see her just closing hers a look of contented bliss on her face. You let your eyes drift closed again as she begins to softly suck and lap.

A moment later they dart open again at a sensation from your cock. You see Phoebe's hand has drifted down, her finger tips lightly playing over it as it rapidly stiffens. You give an indistinct grunt of approval as you let your eyes rest closed again. Before long Phoebe grasps your now stiff cock and begins to slowly stroke it. You bask in the sensation of Phoebe pressed up against your side. Her hair rubs your cheek as her strokes pick up speed and your breathing begins to come in fits and starts. Carrie gives a quiet grunt as she pulls back for a second.

"I got daddy's cock all nice and clean of your ass filth so that you could suck it mommy. Don't you want to?"

Phoebe glances at you with a blush on her face but quickly looks back at your cock and begins to lean forwards as both you and Carrie reach out to her head. Seeing that your hand is faster Carrie settles back down to sucking your balls while her mother begins to lick and kiss the head. You run your fingers through Phoebe's hair and take a soft grip on the back of her neck. Her mouth opens without resistance as you begin to push her down, your cock sliding smoothly in. A moment later, with your cock only half in her mouth she begins to push against your hand and cranes her neck backwards.

Almost instinctively you reach upwards with your free hand and place it square on the back of her head. Her movement stops and you slowly push her back down. Almost involuntarily your hips thrust upwards into her mouth earning a distressed moan from Phoebe and a small whine from Carrie as your balls are ripped from her mouth. You let your hips sink back down into the couch but before Carrie can retake her position you push them up again. Almost mindlessly holding Phoebe in place as you **** your cock into her mouth and begin slowly pumping in and out.

Carrie stands up and gives you a big smile as she bites her bottom lip. A cheeky expression crosses her face and then she reaches out and places both hands on top of yours on the back of her mother's head.

"This is for **** me with your ass slime mom," she says as she leans forwards and forces her mother's head down. Phoebe immediately begins to cough and struggle but Carrie presses with her full weight pushing both of you down into the couch. She looks at you intently her expression a mask of lust beneath the sticky off-white filth that covers her face. Without taking her eyes off yours she grips tightly on her mother's hair and harshly pulls her upwards by an inch or so before slamming downwards again, seemingly unaware of Phoebe's gurgles and struggles.

"Fuck this little slut's throat. Just ram that fucking cock down there until she chokes." Carrie pauses for a moment as her teeth come out to bite her bottom lip her arms still pistoning her mother now resigned to the rough treatment. "Are you gonna cum down her dirty whore throat? Are you gonna make sure my worthless slut of a mommy has both ends of her guts covered in your cum?" She looks at you with wild fire in her eyes and as you see her face still covered in a mask of egg and vomit you realize you have a better idea.

You shake your head and Carrie looks at you in alarm seeming almost hurt and her arms slow in their mechanical thrusting of her mother's face onto your cock. Phoebe, sensing her moment, tries to push herself upwards but Carrie slams down again and holds her in place before cocking her head towards you in a question.

"I'm wanna cum all over you face. I gonna see how much filth I can smear on it." Cassie gasps at your words as her tongue licks out across her upper lip.

"Yeah. I'm gonna be so fucking dirty for you, just cover my face in your fuck slime. Here..." She leans forwards over her mother's head until her still clothed tits are pressed against your stomach. She looks up at you with puppy dog eyes surrounded by yellowish muck. "Please spit in my disgusting whore face. I think I'll look great with a big gob of your spit on my cheek don't you?"

You hock and she closes her eyes as you let loose. It lands on the side of her nose and splashes onto her cheek. "Thanks babe, I love you." Carrie intones as if you'd just made her breakfast in bed. She has a twinkle in her eye as she straightens up and finally takes one hand from her mother's head to blow you a kiss. With her other hand she roughly pulls Phoebe upwards, forcing her head backwards and putting her own face just inches from her mother's as Phoebe gasps for breath.

"Sorry mommy but you heard the man. He wants to cum all over my disgusting slut face." With that she lets go of Phoebe's hair leaving her to fall backwards onto the floor coughing. You're not sure Phoebe did hear you or even Carrie for that matter given the state she's in. Without even a glance towards her mother Carrie gets down on her knees and buries her face back into your balls as she quickly strokes your shaft. She pulls back for a moment to look up at you with wild eyes.

"Are you close? I really want you to cum all over my little whore face. I just want to show you how much of a dirty slut I can be."

She raises herself up a little before engulfing your cock in her mouth and slamming her face down into your crotch as her eyes roll back in her head. She slowly draws herself up halfway before slamming back down again and quickly bouncing her head up and down. After just a few seconds she pulls back her hand returning to stroke you frantically as you feel yourself draw near.

"God I bet I'm gonna look like such a worthless cunt with your thick cum covering my slut face. I can feel how hard it makes you. I just wanna look pretty for you baby. Do you think I'll look pretty with some cum to go with the spit and vom and the disgusting fucking ass eggs my mother shit all over my fucking face?"

Carrie gives a gasp as a wave of pleasure washes over you and your cock begins to jerk and spurt in her hand. She quickly points it downwards and closes her eyes but not before the first spurt arcs upwards to land on her forehead. By the second she has a better aim and it hits the bridge of her nose splattering across her eye. The third splashes again the corner of her mouth to stain her cheek and by the fourth she's started to rub her face against your cock smearing the cum across her nose, mouth and cheeks.

"Thank you baby," comes Carrie's voice, sounding as if from a long distance away due to the haze left in your mind. Through lidded eyes you look down to see Carrie sucking the last drops of cum from the tip of your cock before she gently lays it down upon your stomach. It barely reaches your consciousness that Carrie's other hand is frantically rubbing away at her crotch, but you're too tired to care, so you lean back and close your eyes.

Time rolls on, with only Carrie's progressively heavier breathing to mark its passing. Slowly her breaths begin to turn to moans, rising in volume before becoming a squeal followed by ragged pants that quickly fade to soft contented breaths. The three of you lie like that for a short time until you hear a shift to your left and look over to see Phoebe slowly pulling herself up into a sitting position.

You scan her face but all you see is exhaustion and the realization provokes a long deep yawn, echoed from near your feet by Carrie a moment later.

"It's getting late, we should probably get going," you say giving a slight jerk of your foot to nudge Carrie.

"Sure," she replies and with what's clearly an effort pulls herself up to her feet. The tiniest hint of a sly grin flashes across her face as she folds her arms across her chest.

"Well, since I am such a pure, innocent little cherubim of a girl I still have all my clothes on. So if my perverted boyfriend just puts away his admittedly quite nice cock we'll be ready to go."

Phoebe gives an almost imperceptible snort and says with a slight titter behind a tone of concern "Carrie, dear, I think you should look in the mirror... and then probably take a shower."

Carrie's face is a mess. The majority of it is covered with a thin layer of dried cum and you can see a few small globs of browned eggs scattered across her forehead and chin. Her lipstick is smeared up across one cheek and even on her lips it's stained with a slight off yellow where it isn't covered in crusty white. Looking more closely you can still make out the thicker sheen where she rubbed your spit across her upper cheek with your cock.

Her look of concern distorts her face for a second before she darts a step to the right. Your eyes instinctively follow her gaze and you crane your head around to see Carrie's ruined face again looking back at you from within the frame of a full length mirror mounted upon the wall about a foot behind the couch. She smiles and hesitates for a moment before saying "Oh" and putting her hand up to her mouth. She spins around and scans the room before darting towards the door and rummaging through her handbag beginning to hum as she does.

You exchange a quick look of bemusement with Phoebe and as you look back towards Carrie you see she's approaching the mirror again with something small clasped in each hand. She puckers her lips, brings both hands together and pulls off the lid of what you realize is lipstick. Still humming a little louder now she begins to apply it quickly and liberally with seemingly little concern for staying within the lines. After a moment she smiles wide and replaces the lid before quickly flipping open the small black box held in her other hand.

Adding a little renew vigor to her humming she grabs the brush and dabs it a few times against the pad before bringing it to her face. As she begins to apply it it becomes clear that it does little to hide the dried cum. With the change in color it's harder to identify, but it's still clear she has something smeared across her face. Worse it seems it wasn't fully dry and as she pulls the brush back towards the pad a thin trail comes with it. If Carrie notices she doesn't seem to care, still humming away happily as she dabs the brush and brings it back to her face.

She goes quickly, humming a happy little tune as she does. Out of the corner of your eye you see Phoebe shake her head and as you look towards her she rolls her eyes. You can't help but give a snort of laughter as you slowly shake your head back. You look back over at Carrie just as she snaps shut her makeup case and turns to look at you, the mess covering her face perhaps a little smother, but no less prominent and now caked in a fine brown powder.

"I'm ready to go if you are. Though you still might want to put your cock away first, unless you want me to hold it for you while we walk to the car." Carrie offers with a smile.

You laugh and reach down to pull your boxers up. You swiftly get your pants together and just as you're zipping the fly Phoebe pipes up.

"You shouldn't go just yet."

"Oh mom, it's only a short walk to the car and you won't be able to see it in the dark. It'll be exci-"

"That's not what I meant," Phoebe interrupts.