Peter's face burned as he replayed the scene in his mind. Had Aunt May really walked in on him "by accident" after his shower? The way her eyes had lingered, taking in every inch of his body as he scrambled to cover himself with a towel...
"Oh! I'm so sorry, Peter," she had exclaimed, not sounding sorry at all. "I didn't realize you were in here."
But she hadn't left right away. Instead, she leaned casually against the doorframe, a playful smile tugging at her lips. "My, my... looks like all that spider-slinging is really paying off. You're getting so... muscular."
Peter felt his cheeks grow even hotter at the memory. The way she'd said "muscular" - drawing out each syllable in a way that made his stomach do somersaults. He'd stammered out some awkward response, willing her to leave so he could get dressed. But she'd continued to chat, asking about his plans for the day in that low, teasing voice.
Now, hours later, Peter still felt flustered and off-balance. Part of him wanted to dismiss it as innocent, motherly affection. But there was no denying the heat in Aunt May's gaze, or the way his own body had responded. He groaned, burying his face in his hands. This was wrong on so many levels.
Peter shook his head vigorously, trying to clear the unwelcome thoughts from his mind. "Get it together, Parker," he muttered to himself. He splashed cold water on his face and resolved to forget the whole awkward incident.
The next day, Peter was hunched over his desk, deeply focused on a challenging chemistry problem set. He didn't hear the soft footsteps approaching his room.
"Hey sweetie, do you have a second?" Aunt May's voice made him jump.
"Sure, what's u-" Peter's words died in his throat as he turned and saw May standing in the doorway. She was wearing jeans, but her top half was clad only in a sheer, lacy bra that left little to the imagination.
"I just got this and wanted a second opinion," May said casually, as if this were a completely normal interaction. "Does it look alright? Be honest."
Peter's mouth opened and closed soundlessly, his brain short-circuiting. "I... uh... what?"
May stepped further into the room, a coy smile playing on her lips. "Come on, you can tell me. Does it make the girls look good?" She struck a pose, arching her back slightly.
"They look fine! Great! I mean... Aunt May, please," Peter choked out, face flaming. To his horror, he felt himself responding despite his best efforts not to.
May's lips curved in a satisfied smirk. "Well, if you say so. Thanks hon." She turned to leave, tossing a wink over her shoulder. "Don't study too hard now."
As the door clicked shut, Peter slumped forward, resting his forehead on the cool surface of his desk. What in the world was happening?
The next morning, Peter woke early, determined to shake off the unsettling events of the past two days. He went for a long run, pushing himself until his lungs burned and sweat poured down his face. The physical exertion helped clear his mind, and he repeated a mantra with each pounding footfall: "It's nothing. You're imagining things. Stop being weird."
Back home, he took an ice-cold shower, willing away any lingering thoughts of Aunt May's curves. He threw himself into his morning routine with gusto, making a healthy smoothie and tidying his room. Anything to keep his mind occupied.
As he sat down to tackle his homework, Peter gave himself a stern talking-to. "Get a grip, Parker. May's just being... friendly. Maybe a little too friendly, but she doesn't mean anything by it. You're reading way too much into this."
He opened his physics textbook, determined to focus on the laws of thermodynamics instead of the way May's jeans had hugged her hips. For a while, it worked. Peter lost himself in equations and diagrams, scribbling notes and working through practice problems.
But as the afternoon wore on, his concentration began to slip. Unbidden, his mind conjured images of May in that lacy bra, her toned stomach, the swell of her breasts. Peter groaned, dropping his head into his hands. "Stop it," he muttered fiercely. "She's your aunt, for crying out loud."
He redoubled his efforts, forcing himself to read the same paragraph about entropy over and over until the words blurred on the page. Just as he was finally making headway again, a soft knock at his door made him jump.
"Hey sweetie," May called, poking her head in. "You ready?"
Peter blinked at her, momentarily confused. May was wearing a form-fitting orange tank top that highlighted her slim waist and ample cleavage. Her hair fell in soft waves around her face, and her lips glistened with a hint of gloss. She was also wearing those new glasses which for some reason made her look even sexier.
And she was definitely not wearing a bra. Peter quickly moved his eyes back up to her face.
"Uh, ready?" he echoed a bit dumbly.
May cocked an eyebrow. "For dinner? You didn't forget, did you? We're trying out that new steak place tonight, remember?"
Peter's eyes widened. He had completely forgotten. "Oh! Right, yeah, of course," he stammered, scrambling to his feet. "Just, uh, let me change real quick."
May's lips curved into a smile that made Peter's stomach flip. "Take your time, hon. I'll be waiting downstairs." She winked before disappearing from the doorway.
Peter slumped against his desk, heart racing. How was he supposed to get through an entire dinner with May looking like that? "It's just dinner," he muttered. "You can do this. Just act normal."
Peter took one last deep breath before heading downstairs. May was waiting by the door, car keys jingling in her hand. "Ready to go, handsome?"
The drive to the restaurant was mercifully uneventful, with May chatting about her day at work. Peter began to relax, thinking maybe he had blown things out of proportion after all.
The steakhouse was cozy and dimly lit, with soft jazz playing in the background. As they settled into their booth, Peter couldn't help but notice how the candlelight flickered across May's features, accentuating her high cheekbones and full lips. He quickly buried his nose in the menu, willing away such thoughts.
To Peter's relief, dinner progressed normally. They discussed his classes, her work, and the latest neighborhood gossip. May ordered a beer with her meal, then another. Peter sipped water, grateful for the chance to keep a clear head.
As May polished off her third beer and signaled the waiter for another, Peter shifted uncomfortably. "Hey, Aunt May? Maybe we should think about heading home soon. It's getting late, and, uh... that's a lot of beer."
May waved her hand dismissively. "Oh, don't be such a party pooper, Pete. I'm fine!" But as she reached for her glass, her hand trembled slightly, and her eyes looked glassy.
Peter gently laid his hand over hers. "Really, May. I think we should call it a night."
Suddenly, May's lower lip quivered. "You think I'm old, don't you?" she blurted out, her voice thick with emotion.
"What? No!" Peter exclaimed, alarmed by the sudden shift. "Aunt May, you're not-"
"Don't patronize me, Peter," May interrupted, tears welling in her eyes. "I see the way people look at me. Or worse, the way they don't look at me anymore. I'm becoming invisible. Undesirable."
Peter's mind raced, searching for the right words. "Aunt May, that's not true at all," he said awkwardly. "You're still, um, very attractive. Lots of people notice you, trust me."
May looked up at him, her eyes shining. "You really think so?"
Peter nodded vigorously, desperate to reassure her. "Of course! You're beautiful, and smart, and funny. Any guy would be lucky to have you.”
May wiped away a tear, a small smile forming on her lips. "You're sweet, Peter. Maybe you're right. I shouldn't let my insecurities get the best of me."
She sat up straighter, squaring her shoulders. "I mean, I do work hard to stay in shape. My figure's still pretty toned, don't you think?"
"Yeah, totally," Peter agreed, nodding vigorously. "Like, um, your stomach and..." He gestured vaguely, face flushing.
May giggled, the alcohol making her cheeks flush. "And my breasts," she continued, lowering her voice conspiratorially. "I mean, they're still pretty perky, right?"
Before Peter could formulate a response, May suddenly grasped the hem of her tank top. In one swift motion, she pulled it up, fully exposing her chest.
Peter's eyes bulged, his jaw dropping open. For a split second, he couldn't look away from May's perfect, round breasts. Then his brain caught up with what was happening.
"A-Aunt May!" he sputtered, frantically looking around to see if anyone else had noticed. Thankfully, their booth was secluded. "What are you doing?!"
May giggled, clearly enjoying his flustered reaction. "Just proving a point, sweetie. See? Still nice and firm." She jiggled slightly for emphasis before finally lowering her shirt.
Peter slumped back in his seat, heart pounding. He felt dizzy, overwhelmed by conflicting emotions - shock, embarrassment, and to his shame, a powerful surge of arousal. He squeezed his eyes shut, willing the image of May's breasts out of his mind.
"Can we please go home now?" he managed to croak out.
May's laughter tinkled in his ears. "Oh alright, if you insist. But the night's still young, you know."
As they made their way to the car, Peter's mind raced. How was he supposed to deal with this? And more importantly, how was he going to face Aunt May in the morning?
The next week passed in a blur of normalcy, as if the incident at the steakhouse had never happened. May seemed to have no recollection of her drunken antics, and Peter was more than happy to let the memory fade. He threw himself into his studies and Spider-Man duties, grateful for the distraction.
By Friday, Peter had almost convinced himself he'd imagined the whole thing. May acted completely normal - making him breakfast, asking about his day, watching movies together in the evenings. There were no more provocative outfits or suggestive comments. Peter began to relax, thinking perhaps it had all been a strange, stress-induced hallucination.
That night, Peter swung through the city until the early hours of the morning, foiling a string of convenience store robberies. Exhausted but satisfied, he finally made his way home around 3 AM. He crawled through his bedroom window, looking forward to collapsing into bed.
As he turned to close the curtains, movement caught his eye. Peter whirled around, heart leaping into his throat.
Aunt May was perched on the edge of his bed, wearing nothing but a fluffy white towel wrapped around her body. Her skin seemed to glow in the dim light filtering through the window.
"A-Aunt May!" Peter stammered, frozen in place. "What are you doing here?"
May smiled softly. "I was worried about you, sweetie. You were out so late."
Peter swallowed hard, trying to keep his eyes on her face. "Oh, uh, thanks. But you really don't need to wait up for me. I can take care of myself."
"I know," May said, her voice low and husky. "But I can't help it. A girl worries about her man."
Peter's breath caught in his throat at her choice of words. "Right, well... I'm back safe and sound, so..."
"Oh, don't mind me," May interrupted, waving a hand dismissively. "You must be exhausted. Go ahead and change. I won't look." She made a show of covering her eyes with one hand, but Peter could see her peeking through her fingers.
"Uh, that's okay," Peter said quickly. "I can wait until you..."
But May showed no signs of leaving. Instead, she leaned back slightly, causing the towel to ride up her thighs. "Really, Peter. Don't be shy. It's nothing I haven't seen before."
Peter's face burned as he remembered the shower incident from the week before. Feeling trapped and unsure what else to do, he slowly peeled off the top half of his Spider-Man suit, tossing it onto the bed next to May.
He could feel her eyes on him as he stood there shirtless, his muscles taut with tension. When he dared to glance at her, he saw May's gaze roaming appreciatively over his physique.
Peter cleared his throat nervously. "Aunt May, you're definitely peeking."
May's hand fell away from her face, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Well, how can I help it? You've grown into such a handsome young man." Her gaze traveled appreciatively over his toned chest and abs. "All that web-slinging has done wonders for your physique. So strong, so... heroic."
Before Peter could formulate a response, May stood and took a step towards him. Suddenly she was mere inches away, close enough that he could feel the warmth radiating from her body. The scent of her shampoo - floral and intoxicating - filled his senses.
"Peter," May said softly, her eyes searching his. "Do you love me?"
Peter's breath caught in his throat. His mind raced, a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts and emotions. But looking into May's eyes, seeing the vulnerability there, he knew there was only one answer.
"Y-yes," he stammered. "Of course I do."
In an instant, May's lips were on his. Peter froze, shocked by the sudden contact. May's lips were soft and insistent against his own. Despite his brain screaming that this was wrong, Peter felt himself beginning to respond. A warm, tingling sensation spread through his body as May deepened the kiss.
Almost against his will, Peter's eyes fluttered closed. He relaxed into the kiss, savoring the sweet taste of May's lips and the feeling of her body pressed against his. Just as he was losing himself in the moment, a quiet 'plop' broke the spell.
May's towel had fallen to the floor.
Peter's eyes widened in shock as he took in the sight of May's nude form. His breath caught in his throat, torn between averting his gaze and drinking in every detail. May stood before him confidently, a coy smile playing on her lips.
"Oh my," May purred, her eyes trailing down Peter's body to where his arousal was evident. "Looks like someone's excited to see me."
Peter stammered, face flushed with embarrassment and desire. "A-Aunt May, we shouldn't..."
But his protests died as May pressed against him, capturing his lips in another searing kiss. Her hands roamed his chest before trailing lower. Peter gasped as she gently cupped him through the suit.
"Shh," May whispered. "Just let me take care of you, Peter."
She kissed a path down his neck and chest, dropping to her knees. Looking up at him with hooded eyes, she slowly peeled away the lower half of his suit. Peter trembled as cool air hit his heated skin.
"My, my," May breathed appreciatively. "Looks like that's not the only thing your suit enhances."
She wrapped her hand around him, stroking slowly as Peter let out a strangled moan. "How's your Peter tingle now?" she teased with a wink.
Then she leaned forward, taking him into her warm, wet mouth.
Peter gasped at the exquisite sensation. May's tongue swirled around his tip before she took him deeper. She established a steady rhythm, alternating between long, slow strokes and quick, teasing licks.
Just when Peter thought it couldn't feel any better, May relaxed her throat and took him all the way to the base. The tight, wet heat enveloping him was almost too much to bear.
"Oh god, May," Peter moaned, his hands tangling in her hair. She hummed in response, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through his body.
Peter's mind was a jumbled mess of pleasure and guilt. He couldn't believe what was happening, that his own Aunt May was pleasuring him like this. But with every stroke and swirl of her tongue, he found himself getting lost in the moment.
May pulled away for a moment, teasingly licking her lips as she looked up at Peter. "You taste so good," she purred.
And before Peter could even respond, she had taken him back into her mouth, picking up speed and intensity. Peter's hips bucked uncontrollably as he felt himself getting closer to the edge.
"May," he gasped out, his hands tightening in her hair. "I-I'm gonna..."
But May didn't stop, instead intensifying her movements until Peter finally reached his release with a loud cry. White-hot pleasure shot through him as he came explosively in May's mouth.
She continued to suck until he had ridden out his orgasm, and leaned back with a mischievous grin.
Peter's chest heaved as he came down from his climax, his mind reeling. May looked up at him with a gleam in her eye, her lips curved in a sultry smile. Slowly, deliberately, she opened her mouth. Peter watched, transfixed, as a pearly stream of his cum spilled from her tongue, trickling down onto her breasts. Aunt May feigned a look of surprise.
"Oops," she giggled, running a finger through the sticky trails on her skin. "Looks like you made a mess."
Peter felt his face burning, a mix of embarrassment and renewed arousal coursing through him. "I... uh... sorry," he stammered.
May winked at him. "Don't apologize, sweetie. I love how much you had for me." She swiped up some of the fluid with her finger and brought it to her lips, sucking it clean with a soft moan.
"A-Aunt May," Peter choked out, his eyes wide. "We really shouldn't..."
"Shouldn't what?" May purred, rising to her feet. She pressed her body against his, her breasts still glistening with the evidence of their encounter. "Shouldn't enjoy ourselves? Shouldn't give in to what we both clearly want?"
She reached for the discarded towel, quickly wiping herself clean before tossing it aside. Then she took Peter's hand, tugging him towards the bed.
Peter's eyes widened. "Aunt May, I don't know if we should..."
"Shh," she murmured. "No more overthinking. I want to feel you inside me, Peter. Don't you want that too?"
As she guided him down onto the sheets, Peter found himself nodding despite his lingering doubts. May smiled triumphantly, straddling his hips.
"That's my good boy," she whispered.
May smiled seductively as she positioned herself over Peter, her slick folds brushing against his tip. Peter gasped at the sensation, his body trembling with anticipation despite his mind's feeble protests. Just as May began to sink down, a loud slam echoed through the house.
"Peter? Aunt May?" MJ's voice called from downstairs.
Peter and May froze, eyes wide with panic. In an instant, May leapt off the bed, still nude, and darted into Peter's closet, pulling the door shut behind her with a soft click.
Heart pounding, Peter grabbed the towel and hastily wrapped it around his waist, praying he didn't look as disheveled as he felt. He had barely managed to perch on the edge of the bed when MJ appeared in the doorway.
"Hey Pete, sorry it’s so late, but I was in the neighborhood and thought I'd... stop... by..." MJ's voice trailed off as she took in the scene before her.
Peter's hair was mussed, his face flushed. A faint sheen of sweat glistened on his bare chest. He gripped the towel tightly, trying to look casual and failing miserably.
"Oh! Uh, hey MJ," he stammered, voice cracking. "What a, uh, surprise! I was just... going to take a shower."
MJ's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "At 3AM?"
"Y-yeah, you know... long night of... crime-fighting and all," Peter said, wincing at how he could tell he sounded.
MJ stepped further into the room, her gaze sweeping over the rumpled bed sheets and discarded Spider-Man suit on the floor. Her eyes settled on a small white stain on the corner of Peter's towel.
A slow smirk spread across her face. "Crime-fighting, huh? Looks like you were having a pretty good time... all by yourself."
Peter's face burned as he realized what she was implying. "No! I mean, yes! I mean..." he floundered, desperately trying to come up with an explanation that didn't involve his aunt.
MJ chuckled, clearly enjoying his discomfort. "Relax, Tiger. Nothing to be embarrassed about. We all need a little... stress relief now and then."
She plopped down on the bed next to him, either oblivious to or ignoring his panicked expression. "So, what were you thinking about? Or should I say, who?"
Peter squirmed, acutely aware of May's presence just a few feet away in the closet. "N-no one! Nothing! Can we please change the subject?"
MJ's eyebrows shot up at his vehement denial. "Wow, must have been pretty kinky if you're this worked up about it. Come on, spill. I promise I won't judge."
Peter's mind raced, desperately trying to come up with a plausible explanation. "I, uh... it's not what you think! I was just... practicing web fluid formulas! Sometimes the chemicals can be, um, sticky..."
MJ rolled her eyes, cutting him off mid-ramble. "Please. You're a terrible liar, Parker. Look, if you don't want to share, that's fine. But there's no need to be embarrassed." She paused, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Want to hear about my fantasies instead?"
Before Peter could respond, MJ barreled on. "Lately I've been really into girls. There's this barista at the coffee shop near school - tall, red hair, gorgeous green eyes. I keep imagining what it would be like to kiss her, to run my hands through that silky hair..."
Peter's eyes widened, caught off guard by MJ's sudden candor. He tried to school his features into a neutral expression. "Oh, uh, that's cool. Totally cool. Girls are... great."
MJ smirked at his awkward response. "Hey, it's just sex. Everyone's got their thing." She cocked her head, studying him. "So what about you? What are your kinks?"
Peter froze, panic rising in his chest. "I... uh..."
MJ's gaze was piercing as she leaned in closer. "Come on, there must be something. What gets you going?" Her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "What about... fucking your hot aunt?"
Peter felt the blood drain from his face. His heart pounded so loudly he was sure MJ must be able to hear it. For a moment, he was certain May would burst out of the closet, revealing everything.
"W-what?" he choked out, his voice barely above a squeak.
MJ held his gaze for a beat longer before bursting into laughter. She punched his arm playfully. "Dude, I'm just messing with you! You should see your face right now."
Peter let out a shaky laugh, relief washing over him. "Ha ha, very funny," he managed, trying to ignore the guilty knot in his stomach.
MJ yawned, stretching her arms above her head. "Well, this has been fun, but I'm beat. Mind if I crash here tonight? I really don't feel like walking home."
Before Peter could formulate a response, MJ had kicked off her shoes and was making herself comfortable on his bed. "Night, Tiger," she mumbled, already half-asleep.
Peter sat frozen, acutely aware of Aunt May still hidden in the closet and MJ now snoring softly on his bed. He suppressed a groan, wondering how he had gotten himself into this mess.
The minutes ticked by agonizingly slowly as Peter sat rigidly on the edge of the bed, afraid to move. His enhanced hearing picked up MJ's soft, rhythmic breathing - she seemed to be fast asleep. After what felt like an eternity, he heard a faint creak from the closet door.
Aunt May's head poked out cautiously, her eyes darting to MJ's sleeping form. She held Peter's gaze, raising a finger to her lips in a 'shh' gesture. Slowly, carefully, she eased the door open wider.
Peter watched, heart in his throat, as May tiptoed out of the closet. She was still completely nude, her curves silhouetted in the dim light filtering through the window. May paused by the bed, studying MJ intently. The younger girl didn't stir.
Seemingly satisfied, May crept towards the door. She blew Peter a silent kiss before slipping out into the hallway. A moment later, he heard the soft click of her bedroom door closing.
The next week passed in a blur of activity. Peter threw himself into studying for finals, grateful for the distraction. Between exams and last-minute Christmas preparations, he barely had a moment alone with Aunt May. On the rare occasions they crossed paths at home, May acted completely normal - as if nothing had happened between them. Peter wasn't sure whether to be relieved or disappointed.
Finally, on the last day before winter break, Peter trudged home after his last exam. His brain felt like mush after days of intense studying. All he wanted was to collapse into bed and sleep for about a week.
As he pushed open the front door, the scent of freshly-baked cookies wafted towards him. "I'm home!" he called out, dropping his backpack by the stairs.
"In here, sweetie!" May's voice rang out from the kitchen.
Peter made his way down the hall, his steps slowing as he approached. He wasn't sure how to act around May after everything that had happened. Should he pretend nothing was different? Address it head-on? He still hadn't figured out how he felt about it all.
May stood at the kitchen counter, her back to him as she arranged cookies on a festive platter. She wore a form-fitting sweater and jeans that hugged her curves. Peter swallowed hard, trying not to stare.
"Hey," he said awkwardly, hovering in the doorway.
May turned, her face lighting up with a warm smile. "There's my smart boy! How was your last exam?"
Before Peter could answer, May crossed the room in a few quick strides. She threw her arms around him, pulling him into a kiss on his lips. He stiffened in surprise, his eyes wide.
"A-Aunt May," he stammered as she pulled back. "What are you-"
His words cut off in a strangled gasp as May's hand slid down to cup his cock through his jeans. She smirked, giving him a gentle squeeze.
"I've been thinking about you all week," she purred. "I can't wait to pick up where we left off."
Peter's face burned as he tried to step back, but found himself pressed against the wall. "I, uh... we shouldn't... I mean..."
Just then, a sharp beeping cut through the tension. A spidey alert. He had never been so relieved to hear that sound.
"Oh no," he said, feigning disappointment as he checked his phone. "There's a big fire downtown. I've got to go!"
May pouted, but released her hold on him. "Be careful out there, big guy. I'll be waiting when you get back."
Peter nodded awkwardly before bolting out the door, silently thanking whatever criminal activity had just saved him.
Peter swung through the city, his mind racing faster than his web-slinging. The fire had been quickly contained, leaving him with no excuse to stay away from home. As night fell, he reluctantly made his way back, his stomach in knots.
He slipped in through his bedroom window, peeling off his mask with a weary sigh. "I'm home!" he called out hesitantly.
"In the kitchen, sweetie!" May's voice rang out. "Dinner's almost ready!"
The rich aroma of lasagna filled the air as Peter made his way downstairs. He paused in the kitchen doorway, his breath catching in his throat.
May stood at the counter, wearing nothing but a festive christmas apron.
"There you are!" May turned, beaming. Peter's face burned as he tried to keep his eyes on her face. "I made your favorite. You must be starving after all that heroic firefighting."
She guided him to a chair, her bare hip brushing against his arm. "Let me fix you a plate, hon."
Peter sat rigidly, acutely aware of May's state of undress as she bustled around the kitchen. She placed a heaping plate of lasagna before him, leaning close enough that he could feel the heat radiating from her skin.
"Open up," May cooed, lifting a forkful to his lips. "Let me take care of you."
Awkwardly, Peter allowed her to feed him, his cheeks burning. "Th-thanks, Aunt May," he stammered between bites. "It's delicious."
As Peter finished eating, May perched on the edge of the table, studying him intently. "So, tell me," she said, a mischievous glint in her eye. "How exactly do you pee in that suit?"
Peter choked slightly. "Oh, uh... there's actually a special flap," he explained, gesturing vaguely. "For, you know... emergencies."
"Fascinating," May purred. Before Peter could react, her hand darted out, deftly finding and opening the concealed flap. In one swift motion, she reached inside and gently grasped his manhood.
Peter gasped, his hips jerking involuntarily. "A-Aunt May!"
"Shh," she soothed, slowly stroking him. "Just relax, sweetie. Let me take care of you."
Peter stared at the ceiling, overwhelmed by conflicting emotions as May continued her ministrations. This was wrong on so many levels, but his body was responding eagerly to her expert touch. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to regain control.
"That's it, sweetie," May murmured encouragingly. "Just let go."
She slid off the table and onto her knees before him. Peter's eyes flew open as he felt the warm wetness of her mouth engulf him. He let out a strangled moan, his hips bucking involuntarily.
May's tongue swirled around his shaft as she took him deeper. One hand gently massaged his balls while the other stroked what didn't fit in her mouth. The dual sensations were overwhelming.
"Oh god," Peter gasped, his hands gripping the edge of the chair. Every lick and suck sent waves of pleasure coursing through him.
May hummed appreciatively, the vibrations intensifying the sensation. She established a steady rhythm, alternating between long, slow strokes and quick, teasing licks. Just when Peter thought it couldn't feel any better, she relaxed her throat and took him all the way to the base.
Peter's mind went blank with ecstasy. All thoughts of right and wrong evaporated, leaving only white-hot pleasure. He was teetering on the edge of release when suddenly-
CRASH!
Peter's eyes flew open at the sound. His gaze locked with MJ's shocked expression. She stood frozen in the doorway, a shattered plate of cookies scattered at her feet.
For a long moment, nobody moved. Peter felt like his heart had stopped beating. May slowly pulled away, a thin strand of saliva still connecting her lips to Peter's cock.
"I... uh..." MJ stammered, her eyes darting between Peter's flushed face and his still-erect penis glistening with May's saliva. "I was just bringing over some Christmas cookies, but... I can come back later."
Peter's face burned with mortification. He frantically tried to tuck himself back into his suit, fumbling with trembling hands.
For a long moment, nobody moved.
Then MJ's lips slowly curved into a wicked grin.
"Well, well," she said. "Looks like I was right about your kinks after all."
Peter's face turned an even deeper shade of red as he scrambled to cover himself. May pulled away, wiping her mouth.
"This isn't- we weren't-" Peter stammered, but MJ cut him off with a laugh.
"Oh please," she smirked. "I think it's pretty clear what you were doing." Her eyes raked appreciatively over May's barely-covered form. "Can't say I blame you though. Aunt May you hot aunt you."
To Peter's shock, MJ sauntered over and dropped to her knees beside May. Without hesitation, she leaned in and licked a long stripe up Peter's still-hard shaft.
"Mmm," she hummed. "Tasty. Want to share?" She quirked an eyebrow at May.
May's eyes gleamed as she nodded. "The more the merrier," she said.
As the two women began to take turns pleasuring him, Peter could only stare in disbelief, wondering if he had somehow stumbled into an alternate universe.
As Peter watched in amazement, MJ leaned in close to May, her lips brushing the older woman's ear. "You've got a little something..." she murmured, before slowly licking a stray drop of Peter's cum from the corner of May's mouth. May let out a soft gasp, her eyes fluttering closed at the sensation.
Emboldened, MJ captured May's lips in a deep, sensual kiss. Peter stared, transfixed, as their tongues danced together, sharing the taste of him between them. His cock twitched, somehow hardening even further at the erotic display before him.
The kiss grew more heated, hands roaming and exploring. MJ's fingers found the tie of May's apron, deftly undoing the bow. The festive garment fell away, leaving May gloriously nude. Not to be outdone, May tugged at the hem of MJ's sweater, breaking their kiss only long enough to pull it over her head.
Soon both women stood bare before Peter, their bodies gleaming in the soft glow of the Christmas lights. May's curves were lush and inviting, while MJ's lithe form was taut with youthful energy. They were a study in contrasts, yet equally beautiful in Peter's eyes.
"Shall we take this somewhere more comfortable?" May suggested, her voice husky with desire.
MJ nodded eagerly, already pulling Peter to his feet. They led him to the living room, where a massive Christmas tree twinkled merrily in the corner. Garlands and stockings adorned the mantle, lending a festive air to the decidedly unfestive activities about to take place.
The women guided him to lie down on the plush rug in front of the fireplace. May straddled his hips, slowly sinking down onto his length with a contented sigh. MJ positioned herself over his face, lowering her wet folds to his eager mouth.
As Peter pleasured MJ with his tongue, he felt May begin to ride him in long, slow strokes. The two women leaned forward to kiss deeply, their breasts pressed together. Peter was overwhelmed by the dual sensations of May's tight heat enveloping him and MJ's intoxicating taste on his lips.
Gradually, their movements became more urgent. May bounced faster on Peter's cock as MJ ground against his face. Their moans of pleasure mingled with the crackling of the fire. Peter felt his own climax building as the women's cries grew louder.
With a final cry of ecstasy, May and MJ reached their peaks together. Peter followed a moment later, his hips jerking upwards as he spilled himself deep inside his aunt. For several long moments, they remained entangled, basking in the afterglow.
Peter sat in stunned silence, his mind reeling. MJ and Aunt May were cuddled together on the couch, their nude forms illuminated by the soft glow of the Christmas tree lights. They looked so natural, so comfortable with each other. Peter blinked, wondering again what alternate reality he’d somehow entered.
"I... I can't believe this is happening," he said softly. "MJ, you're not… mad?"
MJ laughed, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Why would I be mad, Tiger? That was amazing." She stretched languidly, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. "Plus, I have to say, your oral skills have definitely improved."
Aunt May pretended to pout, her lower lip jutting out adorably. "Better than mine?" she asked, batting her eyelashes at MJ.
"Psh, no way," MJ replied with a grin. "Nobody's better than you, May."
To Peter's continued amazement, the two women leaned in for a deep, passionate kiss. His eyes widened as he watched their tongues dance together, their hands roaming over each other's curves.
"Wait, what?!" Peter exclaimed as they finally broke apart. "You guys have... before?"
MJ smirked, raising an eyebrow at him. "I told you she was hot, didn't I?"
Peter's jaw dropped as the implications sank in. His mind raced, recalling all the times MJ had complimented Aunt May, all the lingering glances and casual touches he'd dismissed as friendly. How long had this been going on?
As if reading his thoughts, Aunt May chuckled softly. "Oh sweetie, close your mouth. You'll catch flies." She reached out, gently stroking his cheek. "MJ and I have been... exploring things for a few months now. We were just waiting for the right moment to bring you into the fun."
"That said, I was legitimately shocked," MJ said, "May totally didn't tell me she'd started banging you yet. But what a nice surprise," she added, her eyes raking appreciatively May's naked body and Peter's exposed cock. "Now I get to have both of you."
Peter felt his face flush at the compliment, a mix of embarrassment and pride swelling in his chest. He couldn't believe this was real, that he was sitting here with the two most beautiful women in his life, both of whom apparently wanted him and each other.
"So... what happens now?" he asked hesitantly, almost afraid to hear the answer.
Aunt May and MJ exchanged a heated look before turning back to him with matching mischievous grins.
"Now," May said, "we have some more fun. After all, it’s Christmas break. We have plenty of time to explore..."
As if to emphasize her point, she rose gracefully from the couch and sauntered over to Peter. She straddled his lap, her warm pussy lips slick against his cock as she gently rocked her hips. He was instantly rock hard again.
Aunt May let out a soft laugh and said, “I see those spidey powers aren’t just for webslinging,” before she slid her hips forward, lining up the head of Peter’s cock with her tight little asshole.
Peter’s eyes widened.
BEST. CHRISTMAS. EVER!
The End
Bonus Scene in the Vault
Peter and Aunt May share a tender kiss after a mission...
This scene isn't set in the story, but is a fun experimentation with recent AI video.
It's short but came out surprisingly good!
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