A maternal interruption

I stood in front of my door, biting my lip nervously. Mom was home. What was I going to do about that? As far as she knew I’d never brought a girl home before. How would she react to MJ’s presence? Would it even matter? I could just wipe away her memories if she reacted in a way I didn’t like. But would I go further, editing my mother’s mind so that she stopped putting her own career over me?

Could I really justify using my powers on my own mother? I’d messed with MJ’s mind, rewriting her memories so she saw me in a completely different light. It’d been so easy to give in to temptation and make her the way I wanted her to be. She loved me now, was obsessed with me and I was pretty sure she would do just about anything I wanted just to get my approval. I’d even gotten her to have sex with me and destroy the relationship she’d had with Peter Parker. She’d really loved him, but now that love belonged to me. It’d been so simple to change something so integral to who she was. Was that what people were; little motes of pliant memories just waiting for someone with the right abilities to set them on a different track? What did it say about free will that a strong, passionate girl like MJ could be changed and manipulated so easily by someone like me?

The door to my room burst open as if buffeted by a **** of nature. I’d managed to get my pants on before Mom entered the room, but that was all. She paused for a moment as she took in my state of undress before schooling her features.

Sarah Marcus stood there wearing a dark brown blazer over a tight black blouse. Her dark brown hair was trimmed short, stopping just above her shoulders. Her eyes were blue. Light glinted off her detective badge, drawing my eyes to her chest. The blouse conformed almost perfectly to her big breasts, the necklace holding her badge was sandwiched between them. She was beautiful and I’d be an idiot to not recognize that. I’d spent a lot of time trying to clear my mind of thoughts of her that were less that appropriate. She was my mother. I shouldn’t be noticing the swell of her breasts, the softness of her perfect skin, or how her juicy bubble butt swayed and jiggled as she walked.

“Adam, what’s wrong? Why aren’t you dressed?”

I looked up.

Mom was pretty popular among her coworkers for obvious reasons, but her beauty was matched only by her singular devotion to her career. There wasn’t a deal of room in there for friends, let alone a son. I’d be surprised if she were with anyone since Dad died.

“I’m changing. I spilled something on my clothes earlier. Um, you’re home early. Everything okay at work?”

Mom perked up at the mention of her job. God, she was so utterly predictable.

“Yes, everything’s alright at work. It just occurred to me that I haven’t been spending a lot of time with you lately. I was hoping we could have dinner today before I go back to the precinct for a late night.”

Figures she’d be going back to work. Then again, this could definitely work for me. An entire night here to myself would afford me many opportunities to do whatever I wanted with my new girlfriend.

I smiled.

“That sounds good. Do you want me to cook something or would you rather order out?”

Mom gave me a rare smile. She shifted slightly, causing her breasts to jiggle.

“Don’t worry about it. Misty’s coming over later. She’ll bring the food.”

My eyes widened. Misty Knight had been Dad’s partner on the **** before he’d died. She’d been pretty friendly to me the few times I’d met her as Dad’s partner. She even let me hold her gun. Unloaded, of course. Dad’s **** had changed her, though. She’d become jaded, hardened, closed off from the rest of the world. She always made time for me, though. Much more than she did before. I think she wanted to look after me in my father’s place and I was pretty sure she blamed herself for Dad’s ****. I tried reassuring her that I didn’t hold her responsible, but she’d hear nothing of it. Instead, she’d take me out to dinner and talk about anything from girls to what I planned to do for college. Anything mundane, really. I think it relaxed her.

The explosion that had killed my father had also left Misty bereft of an arm. She’d gotten a pretty amazing prosthetic fitted in its place, though. Apparently it’d come courtesy of Tony Stark himself. The billionaire had swooped in to provide support to all the police officers and civilians who had been injured in the bombing. The prosthetic arm was amazingly advanced and was far stronger and durable than the arm she’d lost. After a lot of prodding and begging on my part, I’d been treated to a show of Misty using her new arm to crush concrete and bend steel. I complimented her on how cool her arm was, but she’d simply roll her eyes at me and say that it was nothing special.

I wondered what she’d say if she knew I had powers.

After Misty recovered, she quit the **** and became a private detective. I asked her once if she was looking into who or what caused the explosion that took her arm and my father’s life, but she refused to answer me, which only made me suspicious. I worried about her sometimes. She spent a lot of time with us, or rather me since Mom was almost never home. She’d become almost like an older sister or aunt to me and I didn’t want anything to happen to her if she stepped on the wrong toes.

Now that I thought about it, maybe I could get the information out of her by scanning her memories. It’s not like she would know what I did, and if she was in any danger I wasn’t about to let her go through that alone.

“Adam, are you okay?”

I blinked.

“Huh. Sorry Mom, I kind of spaced out. Yeah, that sounds awesome. I always like it when Misty stops by. I wish she’d do it more often. It kind of gets lonely here sometimes.”

Mom smiled thinly. It was a brittle thing.

“Well she should be by in a couple of hours. Is-” Mom’s eyes flicked into my room.

A pit opened in my stomach. Fuck, what did she see?

“Is that…?” she brushed past me into my room. She bend down, treating me to a sign of her big round ass stretching the material of her pants.

She turned to face me, holding Mary Jane’s bra with two fingers. I reflexively glanced over at my bed, where MJ had hid under the covers.

“Where did you get this?” Mom said firmly.

I bit my lip.

“Adam, I’m not going to ask you again. Where did you get this bra? Did you steal it from one of your classmates?”

My eyes widened.

“What? No! Mom-”

“It’s mine, Mrs. Marcus,” a feminine voice answered.

MJ dug herself from under the mess of sheets on my bed like an animal rousing itself from its subterranean hibernation. Her crimson hair was messy. She kept the comforter above her breasts, so I doubted she’d had the chance to put any of her clothes back on.

Mom’s eyes widened. Her mouth opened in the shape of an “o”. Wow. I’ve never seen her at a loss for words before. She stared at Mary Jane for a few seconds which seemed like an eternity. Then she looked at me. Then at MJ again. Then back at me.

“Oh.” She finally said.

I sighed.

“Mom, this is my girlfriend Mary Jane Watson. Do you mind giving us a few minutes to get dressed?”

My mother nodded numbly.

“Sure. It’s uh...” the hardened police detective probably saw **** more times than she could count, but this was what stumped her. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Mary Jane.”

She turned and made an abrupt exit, closing the door behind her. I heard her footfalls thumping further in the apartment.

I glanced at MJ. The emerald-eyed redhead sent me an amused smirk.

“Well, that was a little awkward.”

I sighed.

“Yeah, that’s Mom in a nutshell. Give her a hardened criminal and she’ll be right in her element, but introduce her to her son’s girlfriend and suddenly she has no idea what to do. It'd be funny if I didn't have to live through this every day.”

MJ raised her eyebrows. She let the comforter fall on the bed, revealing her big breasts.

“Can’t say I blame her for being a little weirded out by this. I know my father wouldn’t take it nearly as well if he found you in my bed. He'd probably try to castrate you. Damn, I'm really not looking forward to when he finds out about you.”

I wiggled my eyebrows.

"Well, whatever your dad tries, you're worth dealing with it."

MJ beamed at me. She chewed her lower lip and blushed. Fuck, why did it turn me on so much to watch her get flustered?

“Adam?”

“God, you’re beautiful,” I muttered.

MJ blushed.

“Stop it,” she waved my compliments away, but I wasn’t having it.

“I mean it,” I crawled into bed with her. She opened the comforter more to allow me to slip in next to her.

She looked away for a moment and then back at me.

“Did you also mean it when you introduced me as your girlfriend?”

Her green eyes were wide and ****.

“Mhm.” I put an arm around her back and drew her towards me. She allowed herself to be maneuvered so her body was wrapped around me side. Her bare breasts were pressed up against my chest and her face was mere inches from mine.

“Good.”

She kissed me. It was soft, gentle, and brief, but no less passionate than the makeout session we’d had earlier. She nuzzled her nose against mine, making me chuckle. She giggled, too. All the while, warmth pulsed in my chest. It felt like I’d swallowed a teaspoon of the sun.

Was this what love was like?

“We should probably get dressed,” I said reluctantly. “Mom will start wondering if we take too long.”

MJ nodded. She kissed me again.

“I really don’t want to.”

I cupped the side of her face, brushing and errant lock of red hair behind her ear. She nuzzled herself into my hand.

“Me neither. Good thing Mom’s going back to work later. We’ll have the rest of the night to ourselves.”

I lowered my hand to give her left tit a squeeze.

MJ’s grin became absolutely devilish.

“And I can show you all the things I’d never think of doing with Peter,” she chewed her lower lip and slid a hand down my chest before wrapping her soft fingers around my cock. She gave it a quick squeeze before disengaging, rolling out of bed, treating me to the sight of her naked voluptuous body. Her eyes flicked over to me as she dressed, and she smiled, seemingly pleased that I was watching her.

Damn, I'd really hit the jackpot.