Chapter 4: Giving Brad A Hand Job for Katie

The next afternoon, while Ben was at work, I joined Katie and Brad on the living room sofa. Katie had told Brad about my proposal and he had agreed to it. Brad sat between us and leaned over to begin kissing Katie. Without prompting, I placed my left hand on his crotch and felt his stiff cock. Brad moaned a kiss into Katie’s mouth as I squeezed and fondled his hard cock over his pants.

I looked down and saw my wedding and engagement rings resting on the bulge in Brad’s pants. I gulped. This was something I never expected doing as a married woman. At 17 Brad’s cock was the youngest cock I had ever touched. Indeed, I had no experience at all with a teen boy’s cock. I’d kept my chastity vow throughout high school and the first two years of college, so my days of libertine sex started at age 20 with boys my same age or older.

While I was squeezing his hard cock, Brad brought one hand to my left breast and cupped it in his palm, all the while kissing my daughter. I didn’t resist, but instead placed my free hand over his and pressed down, showing Brad that I accepted his touch. My nipple stiffened as I felt the warmth of his hand through my top and bra. I didn’t consider these mild sexual acts to constitute adultery. It was only a minor sacrifice for Katie’s sake.

I had expected that Brad would be satisfied with me squeezing his cock through his pants and letting him feel me up over my top. But after a few minutes he started pushing the boundaries. Without a word, he unzipped his pants and brought out his cock and placed my hand, rings and all, on his bare skin, and then moved it up and down. The boy wanted me to give him a real hand job while he kissed Katie.

It took me only a second to decide that I had to do this as well to keep Brad dating Katie. I had no doubt that what I was about to do was surely a sin in God’s eyes. I thought of Oscar Wilde’s novel The Picture of Dorian Gray in which the man, Dorian Gray, remains young and vigorous but all of his misdeeds are reflected in his portrait hanging on the wall, creating an increasingly hideous picture of the man. Taking this step meant that I really could never go back to my former status as a faithful wife.

I began jerking the boy off. When I began moving my hand earnestly over his incredibly stiff cock (teen boys certainly are stiff), Brad pulled down his pants and shorts to his ankles to give me easier access. He continued kissing Katie and I continued the hand job.

I must say that when I was in college I had become pretty experienced in giving hand jobs and no boy complained about my technique. What I had not considered, however, was that this blatant sexual act of a mature woman jerking off a teen boy would take place right beneath my daughter’s eyes. Katie was watching her mother give a hand job. She said nothing but looked wide-eyed as I stroked Brad’s cock. I was pretty sure that this was the first real cock that Katie had seen, and certainly the first one that she had seen close up and erect.