1. Raising Peter(Chapter 1


    Date: 11/3/2016, Categories: Fiction, Bi-sexual, Cum Swallowing, Voyeurism, Water Sports/Pissing, Author: treborkat, Rating: 77.8, Source: sexstories.com

    RAISING PETER, Chapter One (Learning about life) .************************************************************************************************************ 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. ************************************************************************************************************* 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 ...
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