Part Seven

Waking up that next morning with Daisy and Ariel fast asleep in bed on either side of him, Peter slowly looked at the time before climbing out of bed and realising it was still pretty early, the teenager decided to go for a morning run so that he didn't disturb everyone else.

After what seemed to be an hour, Peter finally returned to the house where he found Danielle descended the stairs, dressed in a nightgown that hugged her body and Peter couldn't help but admire how beautiful the older woman even when she had just woken up.

"Stop looking at me like that." Danielle said, snapping Peter from his admiration of the blonde-haired beauty.

"I'm sorry. You're just so bea..." Peter began to say.

"Don't finish that," Danielle said as she made her way over to the teenager. "Last night, I got swept up in the moment. It shouldn't have happened and I definitely shouldn't have encouraged it. I'm married and you're the same age as my children..." Danielle told Peter. "It was a mistake and it shouldn't happen again. You're my guest."

"Alright." Peter responded.

"Alright?" Danielle said in surprise at how easy the teenager agreed to her words.

"You're right. You're married and I'm your guest. I shouldn't make things complicated for you," Peter told Danielle. "So, how about we start over?"

"With proper boundaries this time," Danielle said with a smile. "That sounds fine to me."

"I should go take a shower," Peter said. "I'm feeling a bit sweaty after that run and all."

"Yeah, go ahead," Danielle softly spoke. "I'll make breakfast. Do you want anything special?"

"I'm not fussed. I'll eat anything." Peter shrugged before leaving Danielle to go upstairs and have a shower.

Danielle made her way to the kitchen shortly after her conversation with Peter to make breakfast however upon entering the room, the mother leaned against the island and taking a sigh of relief yet one of disappointment. Closing her eyes, the mother berated herself in her head for illicit thoughts about the teenager and the far more maturity that he was showing at the situation than she was while she found herself debating her feelings and actions with herself.

He's eighteen years old and you're the one acting like a teenager.

He's accepted that nothing can happen. Why can't you?

Because he's mature and nice and he cares and makes me feel good. Far better than Jeremiah has lately.

And what?

You're married. Don't forget that Dani! All this with Peter is fantasy! It can't happen. You really think he wants to be with someone twice his age? Especially when he got girls like Daisy and Ariel jumping in bed with him!

Don't bring that up!

Why not? Embarrassed? Embarrassed you got yourself off last night to your daughter and her best friend fucking the handsome man in your house? Embarrassed that you imagined it was you he was fucking instead? That you were tempted to go over and watch them. That you were tempted to push them aside and show them and Peter how a real woman takes care of their man...

Stop it.

Why? You liked it...

Stop it.

You wanted it to be you. You're just jealous Daisy got there first. Got to his rock-hard cock first. Had him inside her dripping wet pussy. Had his hard cock make her cum..

"Stop it!" Danielle found herself saying out loud as she felt her panties had gotten wet from her thoughts. "It's just fantasy... Just fantasy... Nothing can happen between us..."

Shaking his head and thinking about what Danielle had said to him, Peter knew that the older womanwas correct in saying that nothing could happen between them and he once again found himself berating for taking advantage of a lonely woman.

It was as he made his way to the hallway, Peter's thoughts soon disappeared from his mind as his eyes caught sight of a blonde-haired, blue-green-eyed teenager with large breasts and a perky ass wrapped up in towel as she made her way towards the bedroom door and Peter couldn't help but feel his cock harden at the sight.

"My eyes are up here!" Dana's voice pulled Peter away from eyeing the blonde and stare at her stunning blue-green eyes.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to..." Peter shook his head. "I was distracted."

"I bet you were," Dana sarcastically spoke. "Getting a good look, were we? Wasn't enough to seduce my Mom and fuck my sister? You trying to bag another Holland? Complete the set?"

"It wasn't like that..." Peter defended himself. "I didn't mean to look at you like that."

"Yeah right." Dana scoffed.

"I wasn't and I wasn't trying to seduce your mother..." Peter sighed. "I can't help it you Holland women are incredibly beautiful to look at."

"Doesn't that line ever work?" Dana laughed at Peter.

"It wasn't a line." Peter said with a small smile at the way the blonde's face lit up as she laughed only for Dana's laughter to slowly die down as she realised the way in which Peter was looking at her.

"Don't look at me like that," Dana told Peter. "I'm not my mother. I'm not Daisy. I don't get seduced by the first hot guy I see..."

"So, you're think I'm hot?" Peter pointed out.

"I... I didn't say... Mean that..." Dana shook her head. "Look just stay away from my Mom. She doesn't need you to confuse her," Dana said before opening her room door. "And stay out of my business."