I woke up late, panicked and then realized it was Saturday. It took me a minute to realize that yesterday was real and not a dream. I was afraid to speak or even think because I didn't want to hear his voice in my head. I was hoping he was gone. No such luck.
"Good morning! It's a glorious day for some pussy!" he said.
I decided I had to get out of the house before he took control and my nightmare continued. I dressed and snuck downstairs but found the house empty.
Mom had left a note: Gone shopping for food, didn't want to wake you. Tiffany is at work, I hope, be back soon.
"Good, you can't fuck what's not here!" I said to my new personality.
Just then the doorbell rang. First thing I thought was, "shit, who could that be?"
I went to the door, opened it and Becca was standing there.
"Oh, shit yes! Let's fuck her, big boy!" the voice blurted. "Look at the size of those tities! And that ass! So much to hold. We could pound that for days!"
I could scarcely say hi to her he was ranting so much. I finally managed.
"Hi, Peter... I came over to see how you're doing. I brought you some soup."
It was then I realized it was almost noon and she had brought me some lunch and to inquire about my head after the accident.
"Thank you, Becca..."
"Ask her to come in dumb fuck, don't make me!" the new Peter said.
"Do you want to come in?"
"Sure," she said.
"My mother's shopping, I'm home alone."
"Oh... okay... is it okay if I come in then?"
"You stupid idiot, why'd you have to say that?" he yelled at me in my head.
"Yes, its fine," I covered.
"Good boy. Now tell her how nice she looks," he said. "Or do you want me to do it?"
"You look very nice today, Becca," I said, nervously, but not wanting dick head to tell her how hot she was and that he loved her big tits and wanted to play motor boat with them.
"Thank you, Peter," she said walking inside and setting the soup on the entry table.
"I'll put this in the fridge. Have a seat," I said, picking up the soup and heading to the kitchen while she sat on my couch.
"Go sit next to her, like close!" new Peter said as I returned to the living room.
I was so nervous for two reason. The first because I'd never had a girl at my house without my mother being home. The second because I didn't know if and when new Peter was going to take over my body. I figured I'd appease him and hope he left me in control. So, taking my own advice, I sat down next to Becca as close as I could without seeming odd.
"So how are you feeling," she asked.
"Better. I'm a little sore where the car hit me and the ground but my head doesn't hurt much now," I answered.
"That's good... I was so worried about you and also wanted to thank you for what you did in the girl's locker room. I'm so ashamed you had to see that."
"Those jerks shouldn't have done that and shouldn't have even been in the girl's locker room. I'm sure they will not even get in trouble because the basketball team can't lose all five starters, not this year when they are doing so well."
"I know, it's terrible what they get away with, I'm just glad you stood up to them."
"Yeah, sort of and almost died running." I said.
"You did great," she said reaching for my hand.
She held my hand and I held hers and we kind of paused in our conversation.
"Now's your chance! She totally wants you... lean in for a kiss!" Evil Peter said in my head.
Becca was looking right at me, our eyes were locked and I knew if I didn't do it, he'd take over so I inched closer to her face and she inched closer to mine and slowly we kissed for the first time holding hands. It was just a quick little kiss ending way too fast for evil Peter.
"Kiss her again and move your hand to her leg, then up to her huge tits," he was telling me.
"That's not going to work, not with Becca," I screamed back.
"We'll see," he said and I lost my control.
I was helpless as he moved toward her again, kissing her and this kiss lasted much longer and he even pushed his tongue past her lips. He was going too far, he was pressing her, moving our body closer and now his hand was on her leg, slowly moving up. She was still kissing us which kind of shocked me even as his hand went up toward her breast. Right before he made contact with her boob, voices outside, loud voices, made Becca pull away and end the kiss.
"What's going on out there?" she asked.
"Who cares... now where were we?" Evil Peter answered.
"Peter, I think it's your mother," Becca said, hearing the shouting again.
She got up and went toward the door. We followed her as she opened it.
Outside my mother was yelling at no other than Cobi. He was walking his dog and apparently had let it shit on my mother's flowers. She had a broom in her hand and had apparently hit him with it.
"What the fuck, lady!" Cobi yelled.
"You're the one, letting your dog crap on my flowers... you are a horrible dog owner," she said trying to hit him with the broom again.
"Damn, lady I'm just giving you free fertilizer, no need to hate," he returned, dogging her broom and laughing.
"You miscreant... get off my property and take your dog with you," my mother screamed.
"Everyone shits lady, not my fault my dog likes to do it on your yard," he laughed.
That's when Becca went outside and headed toward Cobi. We followed. Evil Peter still in control.
"Mom, do you need my help," new Peter asked.
Cobi looked at me, giving me an "I'll kill you" look, but new Peter wasn't afraid.
"No, thank you, sweetie. He was just leaving," Mom said.
"Oh, so this is your house, dork... how's the head?" Cobi asked.
"What? Do you know each other?" Mom asked.
"Yeah, we go to school together... Cobi's on the basketball team," new Peter said.
"Damn, man... you never told me your mom was so hot and juicy," Cobi said, eyeballing my mother.
"I beg your pardon, young man?" Mom turned on him again.
"Oh don't act so surprised, not with tits and an ass like that," Cobi said.
"Young man you have terrible manners... I have a mind to call your mother," my mother yelled.
"Oh don't act so proper, lady... I've seen you... seen how you look at me and the boys playing basketball in the park with our shirts off. You take twenty minutes to walk a block, gawking at all of us."
Mom's face went bright red... what Cobi had said must be true.
"Don't blame you... single lady like you, not getting your needs met... maybe if you ask nice I'll do you a solid and tap that ass," Cobi said.
"How dare you... get, get, get," Mom screamed swinging her broom.
