Camilla takes control

"..Like your stupid old mom." Camilla finally finishes with an audible amount of willpower. Before you can continue your **** on her pussy, her thighs squeeze tight around your head, locking you in place. Your hand is awkwardly trapped between your body and the chair, with three fingers stuck inside of the scheming cougar. Soon you feel her hand on the top of your head, as she nimbly intertwines her fingers in your hair.

"Sorry girls.. Just a sudden bout of wistfulness.." For someone who supposedly values honesty, she lies both frequently and proficiently. You try to move your fingers inside of her and she rewards you by gently stroking you hair, while still keeping you firmly in place.

"So what do you think of our new guest?" She asks her daughters and trapped as you are, you can only prick up your ears. Camilla doesn't seem to want you to rest on your laurels though. The pressure of her soft thighs eases somewhat, but you're allowed no respite. With a hard grip on your hair, she all but shoves your face into her sopping twat, barely giving you time to get your hand out of the way. You bury your tongue inside her and her grasp eases up considerably, but she doesn't let go.

"Hes somewhat cute I guess." Charlotte with a feigned nonchalance only a teenage girl could do. You're not alone in noticing this though and both her sister and mom laughs.

"Yeah, Charlotte's already crushing on him big time.." Cathy supplies, more skillfully avoiding answering the question herself.

"Am not.." The younger sister grumbles, but she doesn't bother arguing further.

"Well, try not to completely exhaust him.." Camilla admonish the two girls, while she - as if to demonstrate - gently pulls back your head to allow you to regain your breath, "You don't want to scare him away.."

Five seconds seems all the bossy MILF is willing to give you, before she once again makes you eat her out.
Everything you do is completely at her behest. She pushes your face closer when she wants your tongue deep inside her, pulls you back when she wants you to tease her pussy lips, now and then moving your head up to her clit and back down - every mistep is punished with an abrupt yank on your hair.

"You're just saying that because you want him for yourself..!" Cathy accuses with a laugh, just as Camilla once against has pulled your mouth against her pleasure button.

"No, you girls can have him.." Camilla replies, but the possessive way she is holding you belies it. You hasten the strokes of your tongue and Camilla approvingly massages your scalp. A simple caress that still feels wonderful, "There's nothing I can do if he prefers experience though..""