Chapter 7

Peter sulked through dinner and, when they finished, Tiffany asked, “Why so moody?”

“I hate school.”

“Were the kids mean to you?”

“Yes.”

“Did it have something to do with yesterday when you used the girls’ restroom?”

Peter hung his head. “Yes.”

“Good!”

Peter’s head shot up.

“Then maybe you learned your lesson,” Tiffany said. “Do you want to tell me what happened in school today?”

“No.”

“Do you want to call your father and tell him?”

“No!”

“Sure?”

“Please, Mommy, I don’t wanna.”

“So you’ll never touch yourself again, right?”

“I promise. Never ever.”

“And you won’t embarrass me in front of my friends?”

“No, Mommy.”

“Good, because Miss Strong is coming over. You’re going to apologize to her, right?”

“Yes, Mommy. I’m so sorry.”

“Save it for her. And beg her for forgiveness.”

“Okay, Mommy.”

“Now go get ready for bed. What color panties are you wearing?”

“Green.”

“Oh yeah, the dark green ones. Then wear your light green baby doll. That’ll be perfect. The chiffon on that one is the sheerest. I think Miss Strong will like it.”

“Okay, Mommy, whatever you want.”

When Peter ran from the room to change, a huge smile spread over Tiffany’s face. She had turned Baby-boy into everything her husband hated. When she had given birth to a boy, Jock had been ecstatic. His son was going to be like him, an athlete, a lady’s man, macho. She loved shattering her husband’s dream. Payback for him shattering hers.

When Tiffany had called Lori Strong to invite her over, it was Lori who asked if she should wear a skirt. Tiffany was pleased with her new friend. Lori was crueler than Carol Munsk when it came to her Baby-boy. Carol had always been a willing partner, but Lori seemed to enjoy tormenting him. There was an evil streak in her that Tiffany liked.

Lori arrived and was seated on the den couch in the same place where Peter had spurted her with semen. The two chatted before Tiffany called Peter down. He came running into the den and stopped halfway into the room.

“Oh my!” Lori said with her hand pressed to her cheek. “He’s a darling.”

“You mean Baby-boy,” Tiffany said.

“Of course. Baby-boy, you look luscious in that baby doll. So cute.”

Peter walked up to Lori and dropped to his knees in front of her.

“Miss Strong, I’m so sorry for what happened the other day. Please forgive me. I’m begging you. Will you forgive me for being bad?”

Lori rubbed her chin as she stared down at Peter. “I don’t know, you shouldn’t have touched yourself. And you made a mess on me. On my clothes and my panties and on me.”

“I made a mistake. I shouldn’t have done that and I will never do it again. I’m so sorry. Please forgive me.”

Lori lifted both legs straight out so that her feet were nearly touching Peter’s face. That allowed him to see up her skirt and his cock responded immediately.

“Baby-boy, take my sandals off.”

Peter slipped the sandals off Miss Strong’s feet, but his eyes were focused underneath her skirt.

“Now, if you’re really sorry for what you did, kiss my feet.”

Lori wiggled her toes.

Peter held both feet up and kissed the bottoms of them. In doing so, he inadvertently closed her legs and could no longer see between them. With the weight of her feet in his palms, he parted her legs.

“You nasty boy, um, Baby-boy,” Lori said. “You spread my legs. Who said you could do that? Since when can a Baby-boy spread a woman’s legs?”

Tiffany held back her giggle seeing Peter’s bottom lip quiver as he cowered at the woman staring down at him.

“If you’re truly sorry and want me to forgive you,” Lori said, “kiss my feet all over. And suck my toes. Lick the bottoms, too.”

Lori slammed her hand down on the top of her skirt, pressing the material to the couch cushion between her thighs. That blocked her panties from Peter even with her legs apart. He stopped trying to see underneath her skirt and planted kisses all over both feet. Then he sucked one big toe and then the other and licked the soles with long swipes of his tongue. Lori finally pulled her feet from him and planted them on the floor.

“Okay, I forgive you,” Lori said. “Now that you’re forgiven, I guess you want to see under my skirt.”

“Can I? Please?”

“Only if you take your pretty green panties off.”