Raising Peter, Chapter 12 - Sex Stories

Raising Peter, Chapter 12

... Little Peter,” she said with her drunken slur. I was trying to remember she was drunk and not get angry with her but she was starting to get to me. She pulled her dress up as high as she could get it and attempted to pull her panties to one side. “See this grown woman’s pussy. Just what do you think Little Peter could do with a real woman’s pussy?” I felt the anger swelling up inside me, my face turning red but the thing that pissed me off the most was my other head doing the thinking. Even as angry as I was, looking at her tits and getting a slight glimpse of her pubic hair had my cock rock hard. “I need a real cock, something to feel up this hot pussy,” she said as she runs her hand over the crock of her panties. “Not a little boys wee wee.” That was it; I jerked the front of my shorts open and let my rock hard cock pop out right before her face. “You want a real cock, well here’s one that can fill your mouth, pussy or asshole until it is overflowing with cum.” I was holding my cock with my hand, shaking it at her. She squinted her eyes, looked at it and then leaned in for a closer look. Her mouth dropped open and her eyes were wide open. “Damn what a cock, I had no idea it was that big.” She started moving her head forward, trying to get my cock in her mouth. I grabbed a hand full of her hair and pushed her back. “You didn’t want Little Peter’s little wee wee, you wanted a man’s cock, so this one’s not for you.” She looked up at me through her drunken haze, “Give me ...

... that cock you little shit, you do what your Mother tells you.” That only pissed me off more. “No way, you didn’t want my Little Peter, so you don’t get Little Peter.” “Fuck you, you asshole,” then she spit at me. I drew back my fist and started to punch her in the mouth. I caught myself just in time. I used the hand full of her hair to push her back on the couch. Then I turned and started to my room. I looked back at her just before I started up the stairs. I was still pissed off with her for the things she had said and the way she had acted and with pissed at myself for being so weak that I couldn’t look at her half naked body without raising a hard. When I got to my room, I called Kay on her cell phone. I told her about Dad leaving and about all the things that had happened with Mom. I told her I was going to stay there tonight and keep a check on Mom. She offered to come over and give me a hand but I told her it might be better is she didn’t come right now but I may call her later. Kay was very quite for a second, then she asked, “Pete, are you gonna fuck her?” “Do What, I, ah NO, I, I don’t think so, hell I don’t know.” “I’ll understand if you do, hell, I’ll even join you if you want me too.” I laughter, “Thank you my friend and lover. I’ll talk with you later. Love you.” “Call me if you need me and I love you too.” My shorts were already pulled open and my cock was still sticking straight. I dropped my shorts to the floor, stepped out of them and headed to the shower. I ...