Raising Peter(Chapter 1

RAISING PETER, Chapter One (Learning about life)
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This is a total work of fiction. The story includes incest bi-sexual, group sex, and water sports, among other things. If you are offended by any of these, this is not the story for you. If you’re reading just to make smart remarks about the errors in the story, save your time, they are there. I just do the best I can and try to improve with each story. To those who have given constructive criticism, thank you for your advice and your votes.
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They always say the best place to start is at the beginning. For me, I guess that would be when I was about five years old. As I grow older and think back that was the first memories I can recall.

From the title you may think this is a story about making a cock rise to full erection. This is true to a certain extent but it is more about my life.

My name is Peter Bishop and I‘m the only child of Horace and Beverley Bishop. My Dad is the senior loan officer at the local branch of a large banking system. Mother is the manager of the woman’s department at the local department store, which is part of a worldwide chain.

We lived in a nice house in a good neighborhood and with their combined income, money was never a problem.

Mom and Dad were always neat, well dressed and made sure I was the also. They were always so polite, with a big hello and a hand shake for everyone. Only problem was, that was as far as it went, it was just a big front they put on. They had no close friends, almost never went our socially and I never saw any signs of love and affection between them or toward me.

Now, don’t get me wrong, they were never mean or abusive to me. It was more as if I wasn’t even there. What made it even tougher, there were no other kids in my neighborhood, so I didn‘t have any close friends either.

Growing up, my closest friend was our fifty-five -year-old neighbor, Mrs. Molly Wheeler. From the time, I was two months old until I was fourteen years old Ms. Molly was my babysitter while my parents worked

In her younger days, Mrs. Molly was a schoolteacher. She went to a substitute after their first child was born and a stay-at-hone mother after the second child. Then there was a third and forth child. Her husband was the general manager of a large manufacturing company and his salary allowed her to stay home with the kids. All four graduated high school and collage, got jobs in other states and eventually all four were married and starting their own families.

After the last child completed collage and all four had landed good jobs Mr. Wheeler retired and they looked forward to growing old together. Nine months after her retired, (four months before I was born), Mr. Wheeler died of a massive heart attack.

After I was born, Mrs. Molly volunteered to baby-sit if Mom wanted to go back to work, I enjoyed my time with Mrs. Molly and I come to love her as if she were family. She was a very open minded, cheerful, loving person that showed me more attention in one day than my own Mom and Dad in fourteen years.

Everything I knew about life I learned from Mrs. Molly. Of course, I have no memory of my infant years with Mrs. Molly. I guess my first memories was when I was about four or five years old.

She would talk to me about things and explain things to me. If I had questions, she would take the time to answer them.

When I was still too small to be left alone in a bathtub , she would draw us a tub of water and we would take our bath together.

For a sixty + year old mother of four grown children she was still a nice looking woman. Even at my young age, I could see the difference between men and women. When I asked her questions about the difference in our bodies, she would explain in terms that I could understand.

She told me, as I grew older, my body would go through many changes and that I should keep an open mind and welcome, not fear the changes. She also told me it wasn’t wrong for us to be naked and take our baths together but most people wouldn’t understand. She thought it would be better if I didn’t tell anyone.

As I grew older, I found a lot of pleasure in rubbing my little wee-wee. Mrs. Molly told me I had reached the age when it would be safe for me to get in the tube alone. I always enjoyed that time, I would take plenty of time rubbing and stroking my little pee-wee.

I had also found it quite exciting to rub my finger around my asshole. One day, when I was about eleven years old, I was in the tub pumping my growing cock and fingering my sensitive ass when I had the strange feeling come over me. My whole body was tingling and my legs were getting week and wobbly.

Just as I though I was going to pass out, liquid come out of my pee hole. It scared the hell out of me and I started screaming. When Mrs. Molly come running into the bathroom I had one hand on my cock and one hand on the rim of the tub to steady myself. Small drops of the liquid were still dripping out of my pee hole.

Mrs. Molly started laughing, “My little baby is on his way to becoming a man, you just ejaculated, you had your first orgasm.

She was still smiling when she walked over to the tub, pulled my hand from my slightly softened cock. She gently washed my hand and then my entire genital area. She helped me out of the tub, dried me off. Then, still naked, she led me to the kitchen, set me down and began to explain what had just happen to me.

After the first time, that became one of my main goals in life, to make my little cock CUM as much and as often as I could.

About a month before my fourteenth birthday Mrs. Molly told Mom and Dad that she was going to sale her house and move to Texas to be near two of her children and three grandchildren. She told them she and I had talked about it and she was sure I was old enough and very capable of taking care of myself.

Mom and Dad didn’t have much to say about it but they didn’t seem to disagree. I knew I would miss my good friend. We spent a lot of time during the last weeks talking about us and how life would be so different for both of us. She had some long talks with me about becoming a man. She was very open about sex, the fun, dangers and cautions I should be aware off. I really didn’t understand all that she was telling me at the time but I listened because I knew she had my best interest at heart.

Her oldest son, John and youngest daughter, Becky was there the last week to help her pack everything and get ready to move. The moving van was loaded and on it’s way. Mrs. Molly was planning for then to spend their last night at a motel. The were going to go out to Rivers Edge, our town’s best restaurant. I was surprised and honored when they ask me to join them.

I was even more surprised when we arrived at the restaurant and found a birthday cake and the staff came over and sang Happy Birthday to me.

Before we left that night Mrs. Molly told me she would always think of me as part of her family and she hoped I would remember our years together. We were all crying by then and I assured her she would always be in my heart and on my mind.

I was up early the next morning to be sure I was there when the three of them come by for a final good-by. I felt like I had lost my only friend in the world as I watched their car pull away from the curb and out of sight.

A For Sale sign was placed in the yard that same day. The house was on the marked for almost a year. A crew would come by about every two weeks and mow the lawn and clean inside.

It was a Friday in the middle of July. Mom and Dad had already left for work. I was in the kitchen cooking up one of my favorite, French toast and bacon when I heard all the commotion next door. I looked out the kitchen window and saw a van, with a trailer filled with mowers and other tools, in front of Mrs. Molly’s house. People were busy cutting grass, cleaning windows and getting everything spick and span. I saw a SOLD sign over the For Sale sign

Next morning I heard the loud rumbling of a big truck. I hurried to the window to see what was happening. There was a large moving van parked at the curb next door and I could see a late model pick-up truck and an SUV parked in the driveway.

I watched several men in coveralls moving furniture and boxes into the house. Then I saw a couple that looked to be about Mom and Dad’s age walk out to the truck and talked to a couple of the workers.

I heart sank, “Another older couple” I thought as I watched them walk back to the house. I was just about to walk away from my window when the couple came back out of the house, followed closely by a boy and girl. My heart jumped for joy when I saw they both looked to be about my age.

The four of them stood and talked to one of the workers for a couple of minutes.