Chapter 9

After the police left, Peter waited in Sandra’s bedroom while she and Madison rummaged through Madison’s clothing. They found a pair of cotton pajamas Madison had stopped wearing. Sandra brought them into her bedroom and closed the door.

“Put these on,” Sandra said to Peter, tossing the pajamas with long pants and short sleeves onto the bed next to him.

Peter stood up. He pulled the baby doll over his head and then pushed the bottoms down, leaving him totally naked.

“Oh my,” Sandra said, slapping a hand over her eyes.

“What?”

“I didn’t expect you to undress in front of me.”

“You already saw me like this.”

“Okay, you’re right,” Sandra said without uncovering her eyes. “Let me know when you’re dressed.”

Peter put the pajamas on. They were girl’s pajamas, but not girlie, blue and red checkered, and the most masculine ones he had ever worn. When he told Sandra they were on, she uncovered her eyes. He was holding the pants up.

“They’re too big,” Peter said and let the pants drop to his feet. The pajama top didn’t cover his dick.

With a deep sigh, Sandra said, “We don’t want that happening around Madison. Did you try tightening the drawstring?”

“What’s that?”

“Haven’t you ever worn pajamas before?”

“Not like these. Only baby dolls. Or when it was cold, I wore a nightgown.”

Sandra walked up to Peter and stooped in front of him, avoiding looking at his hanging dick. She was amazed at how indifferent the boy was about exposing himself in front of a woman. A result of the way his wicked mother had raised him. Or rather, trained him. His mother was truly a monster. Sandra lifted the pajama pants back up and pulled the waistband out. She untied the bow and retied the drawstring tighter. When she backed up, the pajama pants stayed up. She dropped to her knees to cuff the legs that were a little too long.

When she stood up, Peter flung his arms around her waist. He hugged her so tight it was as if he never wanted to let her go, and he sobbed into her shoulder.

“What’s the matter?” Sandra asked.

“I’m afraid.”

“Why?”

“Mommy.”

“She won’t be able to get near you. Don’t be afraid. I’m here to protect you.”

“But what if they take me away from you? Then what? What happens to me then?”

That was an excellent question that Sandra didn’t have an answer to. She pried Peter’s arms from around her and went to kiss his cheek to comfort him. Peter had been turning his head to see what she was doing so the kiss landed on the corner of his mouth. Misinterpreting the kiss, he grabbed Sandra’s cheeks and thrust his tongue into her mouth. She automatically returned the kiss before realizing what she was doing and backed away.

Sandra’s breath caught, but not from the kiss.

“Oh no,” Sandra said, “we can’t have that happen around Madison either.”

Peter followed her gaze to the front of the pajama pants being pushed out by his hard cock. Sandra went to her underwear drawer and took out a pair of plain, cotton panties. She handed them to Peter.

“Wear these until I buy you your own,” she said.

Peter shoved the pajama pants down and removed them. Sandra stopped being shocked at his lack of modesty, even with his hard cock pointing at her nose, so she didn’t bother closing her eyes. He stepped into her panties and pulled them up. Seeing the bulge of his cock where the panties had been snug against her pussy gave her a weird feeling. But the panties, although not as tight on Peter as they had been on her, did their job. They stayed up and held his cock in check. Peter put the pajama pants back on over them and Sandra was relieved that his erection was mostly hidden. Changes were going to be necessary with a boy living in the house that had previously been only her and her sixteen-year-old daughter.

“Do I have to take the panties off when I go to sleep?” Peter asked.

“No. I think it would be best if you wore them so that if you get up to use the toilet and bump into Madison, your, um, so nothing shows around her.”

“Good. I like wearing them.”

“Why?”

“Because they’re yours.”

“Well, you need your own. Tomorrow I’m going shopping after work to buy you some boy’s clothing and underwear. From now on, you’ll dress like a boy.”

“Okay, but can I keep these panties?”

“I just told you that you’ll be wearing boy’s clothes. Why do you want my panties?”

Peter hung his head and shrugged. Sandra waited, but he didn’t answer.

“Peter, we have a long road ahead of us to fix what your mother did to you. For it to work, we need to be open with each other. So tell me, why do you want to keep my panties?”

Peter looked up. “I told you, because they’re yours. Just like I liked looking up your skirt, I like having them. I once saw a movie where a woman gave a man a lock of hair to remember her. I don’t want your hair, I want your panties.”

Sandra released a sigh of resignation. “Okay, you can have that pair. Just don’t let Madison, or anyone else for that matter, see them. I don’t know how I would explain it. Hey, it’s late. Time for bed. I have an unopened toothbrush you can have. You’ll have to share the hall bathroom with Madison. Go wash up and I’ll bring the toothbrush to you. Then I’ll get the guest room ready for you.”

The next morning, Madison was finished using the hall bathroom and was dressing for school in her bedroom. Sandra was already dressed for work and about to make breakfast. She went into the guest room to wake up Peter. Seeing him sleeping, thin and bruised, he looked so vulnerable. But it was the first time he looked at peace since his nightmare from the day before. She shook his shoulder.

Peter rolled onto his back and stared up at Sandra through groggy eyes. For a moment, confused eyes. Then his eyes opened wide when he recognized her. That brought back memories of the day before and that he was now living in his next door neighbor’s house.

“Time for breakfast,” Sandra said, trying to sound like everything was normal. “After breakfast, Madison will go to school and I’ll go to work. Will you be okay here alone?”

“I don’t have to go to school?”

“Not today. You don’t have anything to wear.”

“Yeah, and my books are at my house, too.”

“Oh yeah, I forgot about that. I’ll talk to the police about it. You also probably have some personal items there. I’ll ask the cops if we can get them.”

Peter flipped the blanket off and spread his straight legs. He waited.

“Yeah, the pajamas fit okay,” Sandra said. “You can wear them until I get home with some new clothes for you. The bathroom is available. Madison is done with it so you can use it. But don’t dally. I can’t hold breakfast. Madison needs to get to school and I work.”

“Aren’t you going to check?” Peter asked.

“Check what?”

Peter grabbed the pajama pants on both sides of his groin and stretched them out. “That I didn’t have an orgasm last night.”

Sandra slapped a hand over her gaping mouth. “Why would I do that?”

“Mommy did every morning.”

Sandra sat on the side of the bed and cupped Peter’s cheek. “I won’t be doing that. If you have a wet dream, I won’t be mad. And if you have the need to, um, relieve yourself, you can— Well, I’ll just say it. You can jerk off. You can masturbate.”

She stood up and said, “Now come down to breakfast as soon as you can.”

Sandra turned and walked out of the room, trying to hold back her tears.

Later, after lunch, Sandra got a call from the police. Tiffany was still in jail and they agreed to Sandra’s request to get Peter’s personal items from his house. She had to do it without Peter, though. He had been traumatized enough, so the police escorted her into the house without him.