He picks the daughter

It was a tough choice. Eliza was almost certainly a better fellatiatrix than her daughter. She was hotter than her daughter with her big fake tits and her sexy black dress and her confidence.

On the other hand, Amy had brought him this far and it would kill her if he stopped her in the middle of a blowjob and told her he'd rather be with her mom. Yeah, she would probably eventually forgive him but still, did he want to be that guy?

He remembered what Karen had said about how he couldn't have multiple girls if he was willing to abandon one the second he got a better offer and decided this was an example of what she was talking about.

"Thanks, Eliza," he said. "But Amy is my girlfriend. That gives her certain rights."

"I won't be long, mom." Amy grinned at him. "Gotta take care of my boyfriend."

"Yes, ah, I'll wait out with Karen and your mom, Matt."

"You can stay if you want," Matt said. "If you wanted to make out while--"

"I think it's better that I leave you too it."

He could tell she was torn. Well, if he got the streaming business going, there could be time for him to explore the mother-daughter threesome. In the meantime, Amy was going down again.

He tugged on her pigtails a little harder this time and, sure enough, she **** his dick past her soft palate and into her throat... before tapping out again.

"One more time." Her voice sounded rough. Which made sense considering she'd just had a big dick in her larynx.

"Only if you--"

She glared at him then dove back down.

This time she used her hands on his scrotum and dove deep.

He pushed on her head, again feeling his cock wiggle past her tonsils and into her throat.

When it clamped down on him, he knew he couldn't last.

"I'm about to cum. Do you want it down your throat or--"

She tapped out, started jerking him with her hands and whispered "on my tits and face. I want my mom to see it."

That was all it took. He blasted load after load on her, alternating shots between her tits and her face while she grinned, occasionally darting out her tongue to catch a wad or lick up a rivulet running down her face.

"Damn, Amy. That was great."

"Gotta be great if I'm going to be on the channel. Tell me I am, Matt. Tell me you're doing to make me a star."

"You bet, Amy. We'll go over our schedules and give you a slot."

"Oh, I love you, Matt." She lurched for him as if she were going to kiss him and he backed away.

"Uh, cum all over you, Amy."

"Sorry. Don't want to mess it up before I show my mom."

{if ****=true}"And my mom," Matt said.

Amy giggled. "Yeah, I bet she's wishing she'd said 'yes' when she had the chance."{endif}