Chapter 6: Brad Grabs for More

Brad should have been thrilled having a daily hand job from a topless 39-year-old woman who was still trim, fit, and attractive (if I do say so myself) while kissing her 16-year-old daughter. Isn’t that every boy’s wet-dream fantasy? I certainly thought we had reached some kind of sustainable equilibrium that satisfied Brad’s sex drive while maintaining Katie’s purity. But Brad had other ideas and other porn-driven fantasies to fulfill and I was the available female to fulfill them with.

After a few days of fondling and suckling on my breasts during my topless hand jobs, Brad moved his hand from my breast to between my legs and tried to touch my pussy. I brusquely removed his hand and squeezed my knees together.

“Brad, I know I am doing a lot right now with you that married women don’t do, but that area is reserved for my husband.”

“I thought you are supposed to be doing what my girlfriend would do without a chastity vow. Doing that should be included.”

“Brad, I have limits and you just pushed beyond one.”

“Please, Mrs. Kennedy, I’ll touch only on top of your slacks, but I want to be able to do that. All my friends do it with their girlfriends.”

Brad started pouting, like he did when Katie first refused his attempt to touch her breast earlier in the Christmas break. I doubted that all of Brad’s friends got to play with their girlfriends’ pussies while getting a hand job. More likely this too was a porn-driven teen-boy fantasy.

Then Katie piped in. “Mom, can’t you let him do that too? You are sort of filling in for me, and I don’t want Brad to miss out what his friends do because of my chastity vow. Please?”

My daughter was pimping me out to her boyfriend.

During my days of libertine sex after ditching my chastity vow my pussy was available for just about everything except vaginal intercourse. My dates finger-fucked me, ate me out, and even stimulated my clit by rubbing their cockhead over it. They brought me off to many bone-shaking orgasms. I couldn’t really be sure that I could resist my own sexual urges if I allowed Brad to fondle my pussy, even through my slacks. What would Katie think of me if she watched me orgasm under her boyfriend’s hand. Could I face Ben again after that?

But, I have to confess that my clit started to tingle at the thought of getting finger fucked while jerking off this teen boy in front of my daughter. It was a weird, perverted idea, but it stuck in my head.

“Okay, Brad. I’ll allow it.”

“Would you also be willing to take off your slacks? I would rather be able to touch you directly, if that is okay?

Well, in for a penny, in for a pound. I figured that we would get there eventually anyway, just as touching my boobs over my top ended up with Brad shooting cum on my bare nipples.

“Yes, if that is what you want. Is that okay with you, Katie?”

“Yes, Mom, I want Brad to be happy and have the whole girlfriend experience his friends have.”

I pulled off my slacks and panties and was nude on the couch next to Katie and Brad. I leaned back and opened my legs, inviting Brad to touch me in the spot that I’d previously believed only a husband should touch.

Brad started touching my pussy lips and tried to push his finger inside. I raised his hand and moved his fingers over my clit, showing him how to do it and what I liked. Without prompting, Brad brought his lips to my clit and kissed and licked it. I shivered with delight. Brad continued playing with my pussy with his fingers as I jerked him off. Katie bent in for a closer look.

I hadn’t been this turned on for a long time. Sex with Ben was good, of course, but a new playmate, and the taboo scene with my daughter watching, all played into a new and heightened sexual experience. My breathing became ragged and I squeezed my legs together, trapping Brad’s fingers in the folds of my pussy as I hit my first orgasm, quickly followed by a second trembler and a smaller third one. Then Brad shot off in my hand.

“Wow, Mom! You both climaxed.”

“Yes, sweetheart, we did. I don’t think Brad has any complaints either.”