She thought it was 'cute'

"Ohmigod, isn't that the cutest thing?"

Matt wasn't completely happy to have his pride and joy called 'cute' but Eliza got down on her knees, popped it in her mouth and started head-bobbing so he wasn't going to complain out loud.

"Look at her go," Amy whispered.

Matt had almost forgotten that Amy was still there. This should have been embarrassing for her, seeing her mom on her knees sucking off a fellow high school student. Still, she seemed to have managed to cope.

"That feels nice," he whispered to Eliza before grabbing her head and pushing it deeper on his cock.

Eliza pulled away and for a moment he worried he'd blown it with his enthusiasm but then she grinned up at him. It's hard enough and wet enough. Put it in me and let's see what you're made of. Come on, lie on the bed and let me handle it."

Matt wasn't going to argue. He shucked off his shoes, socks, jeans, boxers and t-shirt and lay on the bed.

Eliza looked like a predatory animal as she slunk toward the bed, then went on all fours as she climbed aboard, before coming up on her knees as she straddled him.

"I'm going to put you in me. Many men find it easier to control themselves if the woman is on top."

"Condom," he said.

"Right. I doubt Amy's dad would be amused if I let you knock me up. Amy, do you have any condoms?"

"Why would I. It's not like I--"

"Buy some. It's important to be prepared if a sudden mood hits you."

"There's a box in the nightstand," Matt said.

"I'll get them." Amy walked to the nightstand, took out a box, then tore open a rubber package.

"Roll it over his dick," Eliza said. "It'll be good practice. And it'll be good to see if Matt can manage it without cumming. Now that would be embarrassing."

Yeah, yeah. It would be embarrassing... and was something he wouldn't even have worried about if Eliza hadn't pointed it out. Now he had to control himself while a cute high school girl rolled a condom down his dick under her mother's tutelage... and with her mom caressing his balls and shaft while Amy did it.

He groaned and thought about needing nine thousand dollars in a couple of weeks.

"Good Amy," her mother praised. "Now wet it down. Dry rubbers have a tendency to tear pussies apart."

"Yes, mother." Amy put her mouth over his dick, slobbering on it while her mother continued to stroke the shaft and Matt continued trying to think about anything other than having two attractive women working his dick at the same time.

"That should do it." Eliza probably hadn't intended the note of annoyance in her voice but both Matt and Amy heard it.

"Sorry, mom."

"It's okay, honey. It's easy to get carried away. Now Matt, are you ready."

Was he?