Raising Peter, Chapter 12 - Sex Stories

Raising Peter, Chapter 12

... to get my mind around everything. James and Kamea left with Ales, Susan, Evan and Maylea. Kay and I walked out to the front office to find out what we needed to work on. Margie told me to work with Jenna on some of the weekly and bi-weekly accounts and Kay was going to help her with some filing. I started going over some of the accounts, getting them in order and I noticed that Jenna would snicker from time to time. Finally, I asked her, “Jenna, what the hell are you snickering about?” “Because I’m so happy my sweet Peter, because I’m just so fucking happy.” This time I just snickered right along with her. That night Kay and I made love, oh yes, I fucked her pussy, her asshole and her mouth. She sucked my cock finger fucked my asshole, swapped spit cum and piss but it was all much more than just sex. Things were very busy for the next couple of weeks. I talked on the phone with Hazel, Chuck and all of the families several times and made a very special call to my old friend Mrs. Molly. We both cried a lot as I brought her up to date, then she talked with Alex and the rest of the family. It was a Friday night, about three weeks before Kay’s sixteenth birthday. James had left from school to go with Kamea and her Mom and Dad to the lake for the weekend. Susan, Kay and I had left the office at regular closing time but Alex stayed to finish up on some files. When Susan pulled in the drive, I noticed Mom’s car was in the drive but not Dads. Susan told me I should be sure to go see ...

... Mom tomorrow and I agreed that I would. Alex comes home about an hour later and as soon as he entered the house, he asked me if everything was all right next door. I told him as far as I knew it was. He said as he started pasted the house when Dad backed out of the drive right in front of him and he had to jam on brakes to keep from hitting him. Then he took off down the street like a wild man. Susan told me we should go check on Mom. I told them to stay there and I would go check on her, if I needed them I would call. I walked across the front yards and as I approached the front door, I noticed that it was slightly ajar. I pushed it open and stepped into the foyer. The house was silent; all kinds of thoughts ran through my mind. Then I heard Mom’s voice from the den so I started walking in the direction. I couldn’t make out what she was saying and didn’t know whom she could be talking too. As I got closer, I could see the back of her head in the middle of the couch. I waked on in and around in front of her. She was setting there with her head laid back on the couch with a half-empty bottle of wine in her hand. She was wearing a dark blue dress that button down the front. The first three buttons were undone and I could see the top of her bra. The length of the dress would reach well below her knees if she was standing but the way she was setting, slumped down and her legs spread wide apart the hem of the dress was well up on her thigh. I knew she was drunk and didn’t even know ...