Chapter 6

Peter took a shower after Sandra left. She had cleaned him with a washcloth, but he wanted to make sure there were no signs of what they had done remaining anywhere on his body. He feared getting punished more now than ever, now that his mother had ramped up the way she punished him by humiliating him in the girls’ restroom in school. At least when she beat him the pain eventually went away. But how was he ever going to show his face in school again?

While showering, images of Miss Huxley undressing flashed through Peter’s mind. He had thought peeking up a woman’s dress was exciting, but to see a woman removing her clothes was more so. And when he recalled her lying on his bed in only bra and panties, allowing him to look at her body, his dick stiffened. He grabbed his erection and pumped it while remembering how it had felt rubbing against her bare belly and panties. He exploded, blasting semen into the stream of water raining from the showerhead.

As he forced the semen down the drain with his foot, Peter’s hatred for his mother seethed. Why had she denied him this pleasure? Miss Huxley was right. It was like her teasing him with chocolate ice cream and then not allowing him to eat it. Why was she so mean? Why didn’t she love him?

Peter dropped to his hands and knees, meticulously inspecting the tile for any semen he may have missed. Then he washed his dick again and finished his shower. He redressed into the same clothes his mother had chosen that morning, even the panties that had embarrassed him so much in the girls’ restroom. This time he had to be better at lying so that his mother didn’t find out what had happened with Miss Huxley or just now in the shower. Miss Huxley had made him feel bold, more in charge, but would that bravado crumble when he was under his mother’s scrutiny?

Peter went downstairs to the living room and turned on the television. He automatically chose Nickelodeon, the channel his mother preferred him to watch. But his mind wasn’t on the show. It kept going back to Miss Huxley. He kissed a girl for the first time. A grown woman. And not only had he seen her practically naked, he had touched her breast. He thought back to how afraid he had been to slide his hand underneath the bra, but she had given him the courage to try. And she had allowed it. He had touched a breast. And the nipple too. The problem with those thoughts was that his dick kept getting hard and his mother would soon be home. How could he explain an erection?

The sound of the garage door opening solved the problem. His hard dick instantly shrank from fear of his mother learning the truth.

“Why are you watching TV?” his mother asked when she marched into the room. “Did you finish your homework?”

“I didn’t have any.”

“No homework? You know I’ll call the school tomorrow to see if you’re lying.”

Peter panicked. “I don’t have homework because I didn’t go to school.”

“What are you talking about? I took you there myself.”

“I, uh, got sick so I came home. I didn’t feel good.”

Tiffany eyed her son with one eyebrow raised. She smiled.

“Good,” she said with a smirk. “That means my little punishment worked. So, Baby-boy, have you learned your lesson? Are you going to touch yourself anymore?”

“No, Mommy, never!”

Peter held his breath as his mother studied him. Could she tell he was lying?

“The next time Miss Strong is here I want you to apologize to her. On your knees. Beg her for forgiveness. Understand?”

“Yes, Mommy.”

“Are you still wearing the panties from this morning?”

“Yes, Mommy.”

“Let me see.”

Peter jumped off the couch and shoved his shorts down in one motion. A huge smile spread across Tiffany’s face. She took her iPhone from her purse, aimed it at Peter, and snapped a photo.

Laughing while staring at the photo on the iPhone screen, she said, “I’m going to save this one for when your father is being a real asshole.” She cackled like a witch. “Maybe I’ll send it to him on his birthday.”

All through dinner, Peter worried that his mother would figure out that he was lying, but he handled himself well. Probably for the first time in his life. That felt good. He went to bed feeling like he had more control of his life. Maybe Miss Huxley could help him. But how? No matter how much he wanted it to be otherwise, his mother was his mother. She controlled his life. That, and fear of what would be waiting for him in school the next day kept him awake long after his bedtime.

“Wake up!” Tiffany said while shaking Peter’s shoulder. “Wake up already, damn it!”

Peter groggily opened his eyes. When his mother saw that he was awake, she flung the blanket off him and rolled him onto his back. Her eyes darted to the front of his baby doll bottoms and the sheet. She checked every morning for signs of a wet dream.

“I’m not feeling good,” Peter said.

“Too bad. Get washed up and dressed. Breakfast will be waiting. And if you go back to sleep, I’ll take you to school dressed the way you are now.”

Tiffany stormed out of the bedroom. Peter automatically looked at the chiffon baby doll he was wearing and jumped out of bed. The feeling he had last night of being in control evaporated. Nothing had changed.

After breakfast, Peter walked to school like always. At least his clothes weren’t too girlie. The shorts were black and the green tee-shirt could have been worn by either a boy or girl. He was wearing girl’s green panties, but no one would see them. So he felt a little better than he had last night when he couldn’t fall asleep. That is, until he reached the school. As soon as the other kids spotted him, the whispering, pointing, catcalls, and laughing began.

In the halls and in every class, the other students laughed at Peter and whispered among themselves. And often their comments weren’t whispers, but directed at Peter. All he could do was make believe they didn’t bother him, but he was aching inside. He couldn’t wait for the school day to end. But what good would that do? It would start over again the next day.