Chapter 8

The incessant ringing of the doorbell caused every fiber in Madison’s body to want to scream as she rushed to answer the door. Whoever was ringing the doorbell nonstop was going to get a piece of her mind. She swung the door open, ready to curse at the person, but her jaw dropped. She couldn’t speak when she saw Peter from next door still thumbing the doorbell. He looked terrified, bleeding from the nose and mouth with bruises and scratches on his face and neck. On top of everything else, he was wearing a see-through baby doll. What the hell was going on? Madison yanked his arm down to pull his thumb off the doorbell.

“What happened?” Madison asked.

Trembling in shock, Peter didn’t answer. With a quick glance over his shoulder toward his house, he rushed past her into the safety of his neighbor’s house and collapsed on the floor, lying on his side with his knees bent and his arms covering his head. Madison closed the door and knelt next to him. She placed a soothing hand on his shoulder not understanding any of it. She noticed his dick through the thin chiffon baby doll bottoms. No underwear. And it looked like he had come. There were also bruises on his back. His rump, clearly showing through the thin chiffon, was fiery red. None of it made sense.

“Peter, what happened?”

He peeked at her from underneath his arms for a brief second and then his eyes became vacant. He stuck his thump into his mouth.

“Who hit you? Kids from school? Why are you dressed like that?” Madison waited, but Peter didn’t move, except for his lips and cheeks as he sucked his thumb. “Tell me what happened. I want to help you. I helped you with the bullies at school, didn’t I? Let me help you now.”

A comatose Peter lay there as if not hearing a word Madison said. She shook his shoulder. No response. She wanted to slap his face like they did in movies to get someone to “snap out of it,” but he was already bruised. Anyway, she didn’t know if that even worked in real life. She put her hands under Peter’s armpits and lifted him to a sitting position. Without him cooperating, he wasn’t really sitting, and when she let go he collapsed back onto his side and pulled up his knees. The thumb never left his sucking mouth.

“My mother is at some kind of after work dinner,” Madison said with an exasperated sigh. “She’ll be home soon. Why don’t you wait in the living room?”

Peter didn’t move. Didn’t acknowledge that he even heard her. Madison was at a loss, so she simply sat on the floor next to Peter and waited for her mother to come home. It seemed like hours, but it was only ten or fifteen minutes when she heard the rumble of the garage door. Madison ran to the door leading to the garage and flung it open. Her mother was getting out of the car.

“Mom, Peter from next door is here!” Madison shouted. “He got beat up and won’t talk to me. He’s lying on the floor. I don’t know what to do.”

Sandra rushed past her daughter. She was heading to the living room when she spotted the fourteen-year-old boy curled up on the floor sucking his thumb. At first she thought it was a girl, but then realized it was Peter. She got down on one knee with both forearms resting on her raised knee as she looked him over. She was as confused and aghast as Madison.

“Peter, what happened?” When he didn’t answer, Sandra asked, “Who did this to you?” Still no answer.

Sandra was bewildered. But something caught her eye. Peter had stopped sucking his thumb. And his eyes seemed more alert. Maybe he was snapping out of the shocked state he was in. But then something else got her attention. Movement in his baby doll bottoms. She saw his dick expand through the transparent chiffon. That’s when she realized it. With one knee on the floor and her other one raised, he was looking underneath her skirt. She dropped her raised knee to the floor so that she was now kneeling on both knees with the hem of her skirt folded on the floor.

“Madison, get my robe,” Sandra shouted as Peter’s dick was now obviously fully erect. “It’s hanging on the back of my bathroom door. Hurry!”

When her daughter sprinted out of the room, Sandra said, “Peter, if you do what I say I’ll let you look up my skirt. But you have to do what I say. Stand up.”

Sandra stood and held her hand out. Peter looked at her legs, then her outstretched hand, and then took it, standing up when she tugged. His hard cock pushed out the front of the baby doll. Sandra quickly pulled him against her so that his erection was pressed against her thigh, hiding it from her daughter who came flying into the room with the bathrobe.

Sandra took the long bathrobe from her daughter and draped it over Peter’s shoulders and pulled it around him as she backed up. She looked down to make sure his hard cock was hidden.

“Madison, I’m going to talk to Peter. Leave us alone.”

Sandra led Peter up the stairs to her bedroom where she closed and locked the door. She sat him on the side of the bed and stood in front of him. Peter shrugged the bulky bathrobe off. It fell onto the mattress behind him.