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By Paul
A hand job story in two parts. This is Chapter 1
Shortly
after my divorce I had a relationship with a lady I'd been friendly with
for some years. She's a bit older than me; she was 38 at the time our
relationship began, also divorced. The story I want to tell centers
around her daughter, but it's important to understand a few things about
the mother.
She, let's call her Girlfriend, has a problem with
boundaries. One of the first things I noticed and found a bit odd was
that she shared a bed with her daughter. Daughter, about 19 at the time,
had her own room, but shared her mother's bed. When I stayed over we'd
be in the TV lounge, Daughter would come in and ask, "Are you staying
over" I'd look questioningly at Girlfriend and when she kinda indicated,
yes-I'd-like-you-to, Daughter would go to her mother's room, gather her
pillow and some other stuff and then go to her own room for the night.
Girlfriend's
ex-husband would visit from time to time, not when I was there. Even
though he was in a relationship he'd sometimes stay over! I found this
out only later.
Something else I discovered later was that
Girlfriend and Daughter had no secrets from one another, not any.
Girlfriend one day told me she was concerned about Daughter's
relationship with a young man - it was getting very serious, Daughter
had at that time not been sexual with a man - hard to believe because
she was outgoing and really very attractive.
Anyway, Girlfriend
wanted that Daughter did not sleep with a man until after they were
married. She explained that she was certain the young couple, left to
their own devices, would get to having intercourse sooner rather than
later, but that she had a plan to counter that; she would educate
Daughter about giving Boyfriend a hand job before petting reached the
point of no return. Her theory being that after orgasm Boyfriend's
sexual urges would be drained, he would kinda lose interest in having
intercourse.
I said I had reservations, but it certainly could
not do harm. In my opinion Daughter would have already seen some pretty
explicit information on hand jobs on the internet. And if not,
Girlfriend could suggest it to Daughter. No, she wanted Daughter to get
practical experience, to coach her so to speak. I said LOL, you can't be
serious! You cannot want to muscle in on their relationship, to
actually be there! That would be a groupie.
No, she wants Daughter to practice on me!
I
was alarmed! No. Definitely no. You and I are in a relationship and you
want your daughter to practice her hand job skills on me? And on top of
it you are there to choreograph the whole scene! No, no, no that's like
incest. Why does she want to play coach anyway? Just talk to the girl
and let her look at stuff on a porn site.
No, she wants Daughter
to actually Experience it, to actually be touching a real penis in
orgasm. That way her first time with Boyfriend will go well.
No. I won’t do it. Why me anyway, find someone else?
Well,
she says, because I trust you (whatever that means) I'd really
appreciate it. Please think about it. And that's where we left it. She
did raise the subject again twice, but I basically ignored it.
A
while later Girlfriend, Daughter and I were sitting on the TV room couch
watching something boring. It was cold and Girlfriend threw a knee
blanket over our legs. She giggled and, under the blanket, touched me.
We just sat like that but I did get an erection. After a while she put
her hand in my pants and fondled me a little. We know that as arousal
increases sound judgment diminishes. Soon she had my cock out of my
pants. It was still okay, I convinced myself, because it was under the
blanket.
In my mind, my aroused state of mind, it was even okay
after noticing that Daughter was doing an unconvincing imitation of
someone who's not noticing. Things progressed to where my cock and
Girlfriend's hand on my cock were first poorly covered by the blanket
and later not covered at all by the blanket. By this stage I was so
horny it no longer mattered that daughter was voyeuring the now obvious
hand job going on. By now nobody was even aware of the TV let alone
pretending to be watching it.
At this point Girlfriend calmly
took Daughter's hand and placed it on my cock. Her fingers immediately
closed around it and she started gently stroking me. Very expertly I
might add slowly and softly.
Girlfriend announced she was going
to get the box of Kleenex and said to Daughter, you're doing great,
carry on. She left the room. I was beyond being embarrassed. I was ready
to cum. It seemed she was out of the room for a very, very long time. I
tried distracting myself, but I was at the stage in my arousal that in
seconds holding back would no longer be an option. I think Girlfriend
deliberately took her time getting the Kleenex.
She came back,
box in one hand and a clutch of tissues in the other. She sat down next
to me and held the handful of Kleenex in front of my cock. Now at this
stage she did something which in the moment seemed weird but later
proved to be deliberate and carefully worked out; although Daughter was
doing great, she put her other hand over Daughter's. The next instant my
orgasm exploded. Several things happened together; my orgasm had been
delayed so long the first contraction shot cum right over the Kleenex,
Daughter yelped in surprise and let go my cock, Having obviously
anticipated a let-go reaction, Girlfriend's hand was right there,
stopped my cock from jerking straight up with each contraction and
firmly guided subsequent spurts into the tissue paper.
They both giggled. I was embarrassed, but only briefly, then joined the laughter.
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