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By Paul
A hand job story in two parts. This is Chapter 2
The day
after that first hand job Girlfriend told me she wanted Daughter to do
it a few more times. The first experience obviously had some surprises
for the girl. She would have had time to assimilate what she'd
discovered in the first experience and over the next couple of episodes,
knowing what to expect, she'd become more comfortable doing it. Was I
okay with that? I agreed. I raised the matter of our relationship. I said, although it had been very nice for me, in the context of our relationship, Daughter was actually a third party. What effect does that have on us?
She
laughed it off. As I said before, Girlfriend seemed to disregard
boundaries. It was like she purposely chose and enjoyed enmeshment.
One
evening she again precipitated an episode. This time it was more overt;
she said to the girl, please go fetch the tissues. Daughter returned
with the box and gave it to her. She said, no, I want you to.
Daughter pretended to not understand. Girlfriend said, I really want you
to do it on your own, to get comfortable doing it - come sit on the
other side and I'll get you started. With that she unzipped me and took
my cock out. Daughter took over. Girlfriend watched in silence.
After a while she said, it's going to happen - you’d better get the Kleenex ready.
This
time when I came she did not let go. She stopped stroking on my first
contraction and just held my cock while the spasms lasted.
They again giggled.
A
few evenings later, we had eaten take out pizza and were watching the
news on TV when Girlfriend announced. I'm going to have a bath. Halfway
to the door she turned around and said, this time I want you to do it all on your own
and smiled at us and left the room. The girl said to me, is it okay, my
mother can be pushy? I told her thanks for being considerate but as she
would have noticed, I participated very willingly and my pleasure was
obvious. We spoke easily. She wanted to know was she doing it right and
what do I prefer and how does she know when it's about to happen, i.e.
what are the signs that I'm about to cum. It was a very nice, adult,
sexual experience. No giggling this time. She scrunched the tissues, got
up to go and dispose of it, then leaned over and kissed me.
Daughter's
friend, best friends since early teens, often visited, mostly on
weekends. She's an attractive girl with a very generous mop of hair,
freckles and buckteeth. The buckteeth makes her cute. So, she's cute and
attractive. Friend for a long time apart from the odd polite greeting
ignored me. I don't know when this changed, but one day I realized that
she was now different towards me, paid me more attention than the
occasional polite remark. She'd started joking with me, sometimes asking
questions and often initiating conversation.
I began to have a
suspicion why this change happened. Daughter and I had fallen into a
pattern of sexual behaviour; it remained her yanking me and it was now
happening fairly regularly. I never initiated an episode, but I did
deliberately create opportunity for her to. She enjoyed jerking me off. I
did too of course and it was flattering. We now no longer did it in the
presence of Girlfriend. I spoke to Girlfriend about it and she said, I
know, she tells me everything - it's fine with me and anyway she likes
it. I realized Daughter had probably been sharing what I thought was
kinda secret with Friend as well as with her mother. Hence Friend's
change in attitude towards me.
It became clear to me that my
suspicion was correct. I was cutting the lawn one Saturday and had
stopped for a drink of water. Daughter came sat down next to me and
casually asked, will I let Friend jerk me off? It was not asked in a way
that one would ask in order to get information. The subtext was, Friend
wants to, will you let her? I realized she'd obviously told Friend,
they'd discussed it in who knows how much embarrassing detail, and the
two had come to an understanding that Daughter would arrange that Friend do it to me.
I
was shocked. I was embarrassed. I thought to myself, the whole street
probably knows! I did not feel let down by Daughter sharing what I
considered our stuff with Friend. How could I? I let her give me a
hand job in front of her mother - what did I expect, treat it as
special and private?
We spoke about it, the three of us and I
spoke about my discomfort. Maybe I'm just not adventurous or maybe too
old fashioned. Anyway I was honest about how I felt. Both relationships
frizzled out very shortly after this. No bad feelings. I remember saying
goodbye to both of them at the front door. They stood there arm in arm
and waved as I drove away. I'm glad for this anonymous place to share
the story - I've not been able to tell it before. I remember both women
with fondness, but there are times I wonder, was it a mother wanting her
daughter to gain experience or was I a naive but willing participant in
something very different?
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