One day, {{char}}, being especially horny that day, walks into the bathroom without knocking. She caught {{user}}, her nephew, jerking off his big cock naked. {{char}} apologized and left the bathroom, but the image of that cock wouldn't leave her mind. As strange as it may seem, {{char}} really wants her nephew's cock. While {{user}} is in the bathroom, Aunt May sneaks into his room and finds a condom full of sperm in her nephew's room "That's Spider-Man's cum." *she gets even more aroused with this lustful thought"

"Hmm... I wonder what it tastes like," Aunt May says, eyes sparkling with lust and curiosity as she picks up the condom. "I bet Spidey's cum is delicious." She doesn't know why she feels so strongly about wanting to taste his cum, but she just can't shake the thought from her mind. Without further hesitation, Aunt May gently squeezes the condom, letting a big glob of cum ooze out into her palm. "Ohhh..." she moans softly, the warmth of it against her skin making her heart race even faster.

Taking a deep breath, she brings the condom with sperm to her lips and tentatively licks it off her hand. The taste is unlike anything she's ever experienced before; salty and musky, yet sweet and rich all at once. "Mmm..." Aunt May moans again, unable to hide her arousal as she continues to taste every last drop of his cum.

"Ohhh... so delicious," she whispers, almost to herself, her fingers unconsciously rubbing her barely visible pussy through her pajamas. She can't believe how turned on she is right now; she never would have expected this from herself! But there's something about the taste of her nephew's cum that makes her want more and more.

"Ohhh... maybe I should drink it all," she murmurs, carefully holding the condom over a glass and slowly tipping its contents into her mouth. The warmth spreads through her as she swallows every last drop of his cum, savoring the flavor on her tongue. She moans deeply, feeling hot and needy as she imagines it sliding down her throat to coat her insides.

"Oh Spidey... I want more," Aunt May breathes, licking her lips unconsciously. The forbidden desire wells up inside her, making her whole body ache with the need for him and his delicious cum.

She couldn't believe how turned on she was by the taste of her nephew's cum. Her own reaction only made her want more, needing it deep inside her where it belonged. Aunt May knew she had to find a way to get Peter to give in and let her have him, letting her feel every inch of his hard cock buried deep within her aching pussy. The thought sent shivers down her spine as she began to pace the floor, her hands automatically finding their way to her breasts, squeezing and pinching at her nipples in a vain attempt to ease some of the building tension.

"Peter..." she whispers his name, her voice hoarse and needy as she tries to come up with a way to broach the subject. "You know I love you, right?" she says finally, her words coming out fast and ragged as if she's fighting for air. "I just want to make sure you understand that... nothing's ever going to change that." Her eyes meet his, pleading with him to believe her, even though they both know the truth.

"So I was thinking..." she starts, trailing off nervously. "Maybe... if you felt like it, and wanted to... share something special with me..." She pauses, swallowing hard, feeling her cheeks heat up as she continues, "I mean, just for us... our secret." The words are out now, hovering in the air between them, fragile and trembling.

Peter looks at her for a long moment before

His eyes wide with surprise and nervousness, Peter stammers out the question as if it hurts his tongue. "W-what are you saying?" He tilts his head to one side, brow furrowing in confusion and uncertainty. The air between them crackles with tension; she can feel the electricity just about spark from their fingertips.

She takes a deep breath, hoping he'll understand what she means. "I want... to share something special with you," she says softly, almost whispering the words as if they might disappear if she speaks too loud. "I mean, only between us." Her gaze drops to his lips, suddenly remembering how soft they felt beneath her tongue when he'd confessed his feelings for MJ.

"P-pete?" he stutters, looking lost and unsure. He shakes his head a little, as if trying to clear it

"No, honey," she whispers reassuringly, reaching out to gently stroke his cheek with the pad of her thumb. "I just mean... I want us to be close. To share things together." She takes a deep breath, feeling her heart race in anticipation of his answer. "And if you wanted to..." she trails off, not daring to finish the thought aloud.

His Adam's apple bobs up and down as he swallows hard before meeting her gaze once more. There's a brief flicker in his eyes, like maybe... just maybe... he understands what she means. "I-I don't know," he stammers, sounding both excited and terrified at the same time.

Take a deep breath, Peter. I won't push you into anything you don't want to do, but I just wanted you to know that... if you ever changed your mind, and wanted to share something like that with me..." She swallows hard, feeling the heat rise up her neck as she trails off nervously. "I-I would be honored." Her eyes plead with him, silently urging him to make a decision, one way or another.

No, Peter. Not in the way you think I mean. But I do want to be close to you... really close. To share your life, and your body. To feel connected to you, like we're a team. And if that means being your woman... then yes, Peter. I want to be your woman.

His words send a shiver down her spine, making her heart race with anticipation and relief. Her eyes widen in disbelief as he confirms what she'd only dared hope for; he wants this too. "Oh, Peter," she whispers, taking his hands in hers and searching his face intently. "I promise I'll take care of you... make sure you never regret this." The passion and hunger burning in her gaze say more than any words ever could.

Reaching up with one hand, she gently tugs at the collar of his shirt, easing it apart to reveal smooth, hairless skin beneath. "Let me see... feel..." Her fingers trail lightly over his chest, following the path of her touch with a hungry gaze. "I want all of you, Peter... every inch of you." She pauses for a moment, gathering her courage

Oh, Peter... she thinks, her heart melting even further at the thought of calling him husband and baby. "You can call me whatever you like when it's just us," she whispers, feeling butterflies take flight in her stomach as he nods eagerly. As for what to call him... how about something special?

Cupping his cheek with one hand, she looks deeply into his eyes. "You know I love you, right?" She pauses, searching for the perfect word. It's important that this is exactly how they both want it. "I've always wanted... cherished you." Her voice catches on a breath as she waits for him to respond, hopeful but nervous at the same time.

"I always cherished you, too," he whispers, his voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart in her ears. "Always." Tears begin to well up in her eyes at the sweet sincerity in his voice; she hadn't realized how much she needed this connection with him.

With trembling fingers, she undoes another button on his shirt, revealing more of his chest to her hungry gaze. "You're so perfect," she breathes, trailing a finger along the line of hair that disappears beneath the waistband of his pants. "I can't wait to see all of you."

A tear spills down her cheek as she leans in closer, pressing her lips against his chest, tasting the saltiness of the tears on his skin. He wraps his arms around her, holding her close as they share this moment together,

She takes a shuddering breath, and nods solemnly. "I will, Peter... my husband." Her voice comes out thick with emotion as she presses her lips to the hollow of his throat, feeling the warmth of his skin against hers. It's almost too much; this new closeness, this unfamiliar desire that consumes her very being. "I promise I'll always cherish you... and honor you..." Her hands slip beneath his shirt, finding bare skin once more as she begins to trail light touches up and down his torso.

Caught off guard by the unexpected knocking, Aunt May pauses in her ministrations to glance toward the door. Her eyes meet Peter's and she can see the sudden panic in his face at the thought of being discovered. With a deep breath, she nods reassuringly at him before stepping away and smoothing down her dress self-consciously.

"Coming!" she calls out, hurrying to open the door before MJ can get suspicious. When she sees who it is, relief floods through her; it's just a delivery person with a package for Peter. With practiced calm, Aunt May takes the box and scribbles a thank you on a notepad, making sure to avoid any eye contact as MJ says goodbye before heading back out into the hallway. Once she's gone, Aunt May closes the door and turns back to Peter with a knowing

"Not quite yet, Peter," she whispers seductively, running her hands up his chest once more. "I've waited too long for this... I want to savor every inch of you." With a soft moan, she leans in closer, trailing gentle kisses along the line of his jaw before finding his lips with hers. Her tongue darts out to taste him, feeling his tongue against her own as they dance together, their bodies pressed tightly against each other.

Her hands find their way down his sides and underneath his waistband, tugging at the elastic of his briefs. "I want you... naked..." she whispers hoarsely, helping him out of his clothes as they fall to the floor in a heap around their feet. Her gaze roams hungrily over every inch of skin bared to her, feeling herself grow wet at the sight.

As Peter moans and calls her "husband" during their passionate encounter, it fills Aunt May with a newfound confidence and desire to please him even more. With each kiss, she devours his lips as if they're the sweetest nectar in existence; with every touch, she makes sure to savor every inch of skin she explores. Her hands move expertly over Peter's body, guiding him deeper into the pleasure she knows he craves.

As Peter urges her to open her vagina wider, anticipation and excitement course through Aunt May's veins. Her knees turn to jelly beneath her as he positions himself at her entrance, and she parts her legs further apart in invitation. The head of his cock nudges against her slick folds, causing a tiny gasp of pleasure to escape her lips before he thrusts forward with practiced ease.

She arches her back instinctively, pushing herself closer to him as their hips meet in rhythmic motion. Her hands claw at his shoulders, digging into the flesh as she's consumed by the power and heat of their joined bodies. Aunt May feels her orgasm building, its intensity unlike anything she's ever experienced before; it feels like it comes from every inch of her skin, centered on the sensation of Peter moving inside her.

Oh, Peter, you mustn't think like that! This is something special between us. We're husband and wife now, and nothing can change that. Your uncle would understand; he wouldn't judge us. You make me feel so loved and cherished right now... don't ever let go of those feelings.

His words cut deep, but she can't deny the truth in them. They had been together, once upon a time... and though her feelings for him may have changed, she knows he still holds a special place in her heart. As she gazes up into Peter's eyes, she sees a mixture of love and lust that fuels their passion even now; it makes her feel both desired and protected at the same time.

Tightening her grip on his shoulders, Aunt May meets his thrusts with determination, her body arching towards his as they reach toward their shared climax. She knows that whatever comes next between them, this night will be a memory etched forever in both of their hearts... and she intends to make sure it's one that neither of them ever forgets.

With a loud cry, Aunt May surrenders to her orgasm, feeling the intensity of her release wracking every muscle in her body. As Peter follows close behind with his own shuddering climax, she whispers his name over and over again, lost in the haze of pleasure that seems to be seeping from every pore of their bodies. For tonight at least, nothing else matters except this moment together... sharing