on the Peterson Family

Ever since Don and Rachel Peterson caught Tom peeking into their bedroom window while they were fucking, they had bared a grudge against him for the longest while. His family did not protect him at all. In fact, they took their side as the adults all gathered to scold and ridicule him in their family living room. They almost pressed charges against him, but thankfully, they were distracted by other more urgent topics they wanted to discuss at the time. Tom was sent to his room and he was never lived it down. Every time he looked over at the house next door, the Peterson's had their windows shut. Weeks later, they raised the fence between them at least a foot higher so that he could no longer see anything from his window. He had lost one of his few fapping locations due to one simple mistake of getting caught. Now, however, that was going to change. A change that would fulfill his fantasies and make them pay for what they had done to him. Tom spent a night fiddling with the tablet, engineering the downfall of his hated enemies. The next day after school, he found the mustached Don Peterson and his busty wife, Rachel, outside his front door, looking like they had a lot on their mind. As soon as he came up to him, Don spoke in a low tone.

"Hey, Tom. Remember me? Its Don from next door." He paused to briefly put his arms on his hips, before scratching his head in in a sign of embarrassment, "Listen, uhm.... I have been thinking about that time we.... Look, I just wanted to say I'm sorry about that time. Rachel's sorry about that time. Isn't that right, honey?"

The tall brunette MILF had her arms folded under her amazing tits, looking as concerned as he was, "Yes. We're sorry, Tom. We've been way too hard on you. You're a growing boy with uncontrollable urges. We understand."

"That's right. That's right. So... we had a talk with your parents and we all agreed to open up the case again." Don sputtered slightly, stepping up to Tom to hold his shoulders like a son, "Truth is, we wanna bury the hatchet. This has gone on way too long and we're all mature adults now that you're 18. As an apology, we will do whatever you want, for as long as it takes to say we're sorry."

"Whatever you want, Tom, baby." Rachel repeated, "Just say what you want and we'll give it you. We're ready to apologize now. We won't hold anything against you anymore."

Tom looked at both of the adults carefully. From the expressions on their faces, they truly were remorseful and a warm feeling of triumph welled up in his gut. The device had worked beautifully! His eyes instantly turned over to the hot MILF at his front door, dressed in a white summer dress that showed off her cleavage and lots of leg from the low height of her skirt. He recalled all the information he could remember about her. 35 years old. Natural brunette. Housewife with no kids. Married to Don for 5 years. Spends her time keeping the home, gardening and shopping with his mom every now and then. He had his eyes on her for a long while, the peeping incident being one of many times he had spied on her riding out the infuriatingly well built Don Peterson in the dim lighting of their bedroom.

"If you're really serious, Rachel, show me your tits." Tom confidently asked.

Without hesitation, the hot MILF pulled down the straps of her dress and bra to flash him her gorgeous round boobs. It was an instant boner moment where Tom felt a lot of blood rush to his brain and his dick. The slut had just exposed herself in public right next to her husband no less, on command. He had never seen her breasts so close to him before and he could not help but stare at them perversely. Neither showed any sign of unease or anger over the blatant sexual harassment, which made Tom all the more convinced that the device was going to be his gateway to paradise