Getting Patched Up

“Gwuh! Felici-OWOWOW!”

“Woah, easy there! You’re safe here, honey.”

Peter gasped and wheezed, feeling like he’d just finished a friendly tickle fight with Galactus. Everything ached, everything hurt, but not as bad as he could have been. He was completely bandaged up and had clearly had some painkillers in his unconscious state, currently lying on a regular couch in a regular looking New York apartment.

His saviour wasn’t hiding, looming over his body with a pleasant smile and a warm touch while checking his wounds. She was middle aged, curly dark hair tied into a ponytail hanging down her chest, wearing a somewhat tightly fitting nurse outfit against her soft curves that brushed against Peter’s body. The light blue of her scrubs really accentuated the milk chocolate brown of her skin.

Did he know this woman? She looked… familiar, but not someone he’d met many times…

“Take it easy. You’re safe here. Not every day a superhero crashes through your window…” The woman chuckled, dabbing a sponge on his bare chest, “Pretty common in this city, but not every day.”

“Sorry…” mumbled Peter, subtly checking if his mask was still on his face, “I’ll be sure to crash into you n-neighbour next week…”

“Karen? I knew you had a death wish…” she quipped, earning a slight chuckle from Peter, “...you probably don’t even recognise me, but this isn’t even the first time I’ve patched you up, Spidey…”

Her manner just felt so homely, it was making his tired body feel so relaxed, “I… I did think you looked familiar…”

“Sure~” The nurse sarcastically smiled, “I’m just teasing. It was Carnage back then. Protecting the whole hospital, so many cuts… you had a lot on your mind. Oh god, he’s not back is he?”

“No…” Peter yawned, slowly getting up in his drowsy state, “It was some girl villains wanting me, I think…”

“Ah, bet you have to deal with that a lot,” she hummed, “Nice guapo papi like you? Funny, well built, some girls would do anything to have a guy like you.” Her hands traced his bandaged pecs, definitely for wholesome, toward reasons, and not to just cop a feel. “My husband had the same problems…”

“You can’t tell from the red… but under the mask I’m totally blushing~” he said before stretching out a yawn, “Those girls really would have done anything for my… my erection…” He chuckled, realising how stupid it all sounded.

“...what?”

“Hm? Sorry… it’s a long story of universe swapping bullhonkey, trapped in the bonerless, sexless universe.” Peter stretched, trying to clear the mothballs from the mind he’d crash landed on.

“I… I thought it was just swelling…” the nurse mumbled, staring with a twitch in her eye down at his crotch, “P-Payment! I-uh-I need… oh, dios mio…” Her panic and frantic leaping into his body, smelling his sweat, clawing at his costume, trying to kiss him through his mask, “Tu cuerpo está tan duro que tienes que follarme. Te necesito dentro de mí.”

“Woah! Calm down!” said Peter, easily able to restrain this normal woman as she tried to jump his arachnid bones, “Didn’t you say you were married?”

“Widow.” she said, probably too quickly, “It’s been so long since I even had a man to… hold.”

“I understand that,” he said, peeling her away once more, “but…”

She suddenly stopped pressing.

The nurse turned away quickly, looking incredibly hurt by the rejection but keeping a brave face. “Don’t worry, I get it. Plenty of nubile heroes out there for you to be with, rather than…”

She stood up away from the bed, ready to hide her embarrassment in her room until Spidey left quietly. But just as she went to rush off, a web around her wrist stopped her from advancing. She turned in shock, to see the injured hero defiantly making her stay.

“Don’t think you can flash me that plump rear in the tight scrubs and not expect me to want a piece of that.”

Her eyes went wide, looking back down at her own ass with a sense of confused pride. “You… you like my butt?”

Peter lay back down on the couch, beckoning her over with one hand and rolling his mask with the other, “You wanted payment, right? I’ll gladly eat an ass that big while I recover. Come sit.”

Never had she been asked to sit on a man’s face before. It was a dream to get them to do anything sexual like that, and usually it’s a man sitting on the woman’s face so that she can at least suck his balls for a while. This was like several fetishes all coming true at once.

She rushed back over to him, nearly stumbling as she stripped off her pale green scrubs.

He stopped her just before she sat down. “Just a couple of questions first. One: are the villains still rampaging out there?”

“N-no, they got in a fight with each other but scattered when the Beetle got angry.”

“Good. There’s a chance they’re still looking for me, so I do ask you’re quiet,” he sighed, happy to know he wasn’t endangering anyone by indulging this nurse, “And second: what’s your name?”

The latina woman straddled her fat chocolate ass over the hero’s face she’d just finished bandaging up.

“Rio. Rio Morales.”

“MORAL-MPH!?”

Welp, safe to say where he recognised her from.

Miles Morales was the other Spider-Man. Peter and Miles were close, but as they were both from secret identity families, Peter had never really had the chance to bond with him at his home. The only times he’d seen Rio was through happenstance, like when he would swing Miles home and see her through a window, or when she bandaged him up.

He was now licking the ass of his coworker’s mother. When Miles gets home he’s going to be so pissed…

But then Peter realised, was that even going to happen?

There had been no mention or sighting of Miles in the time he’d been in this world. His mother was a widow in fact… was there just no other Spider-Man here? It would make some sense, Miles himself got injected into Peter’s universe after some multiversal collapse shenanigans surrounding Doom. Pete only remembered them partially, but maybe this version of this universe just never experienced that secret war? Maybe this was just some lonely housewife, and this universe was doomed to only have one Spider-Man…?

As his tongue lapped at her gushing slit, he couldn’t help but wonder… in all the ways heroes are made… in this world, did he have to MAKE Miles?!

“D-dios mio…” Rio groaned, “you’re incredible, Spidey…”

He pushed the thoughts of his protege out of his mind and focused on the MILF he was licking instead.

Rio twitched and chirped as she leant gently into Peter’s face. His tongue had been fairly lazily licking as he thought through his revelation, but quickly picked up its pace, especially when his hands reached up to cup at her ample cheeks. A male superhero was using his thick tongue to lap at her slit and asshole, all while supporting her effortlessly by groping her butt. This kind of fun had felt illegal for her for years, but she was revelling in it as much as she could while she could.

Which is when she fell forward and bumped into something hard.

“S-pider… penis…” she gulped, quickly taking a hold of that aching arachnid and giving it a hearty squeeze through his costume.

Peter groaned at Rio's touch, his hips instinctively bucking upward as she wrapped her fingers around his shaft. The sudden stimulation sent jolts of pleasure through his injured body, momentarily making him forget the various aches and pains from his actual shocks.

“Easy there, nurse,” he managed to mumble against her flesh, his words muffled by her ample backside. “Your patient is still recovering here.”

Rio giggled, a throaty, hungry sound that vibrated through her body and directly onto Peter's tongue. “Poor baby,” she cooed, giving his length another squeeze while unpeeling it from its confines. “Let me make it all better… please.”

With hungry efficiency, Rio shifted her position lower while still straddling Peter's face. His dick only out in the air for seconds before she took his erection into her mouth as deep as she could, all while giving Peter continued access to her most intimate areas. The sixty-nine position was awkward given his injuries, but the sheer intensity of their mutual pleasure made Peter forget about the discomfort.

Her mouth was hot and wet, her technique surprisingly expert for someone from this world, and one who claimed to have been widowed for so long. Though Peter had surmised a while back that the inhabitants of this universe with husbands probably attempted fellatio more than vaginal, just to have some give and take. Rio's tongue swirled around his tip while her hands worked his shaft in tandem with her oral ministrations. Peter responded by redoubling his efforts, his tongue alternating between probing her depths and teasing her sensitive clit.

The small apartment filled with the sounds of their increasingly frantic activities. Rio's muffled moans around his cock, Peter's groans against her flesh, the wet sounds of their mutual oral exploration. It was raw, primal, and completely unexpected.

“Spidey…” Rio gasped, briefly pulling away from his erection. “You taste so damn good, baby. My husband... he never wanted to do anything remotely like this…”

Peter chuckled, the vibration making Rio shudder. “Can’t see why he’d ever leave an ass this fine alone,” he said, giving her clit a gentle nibble that made her cry out.

“Is it really this hard… cause of me?”

“Mmhmm,” he happily hummed, “Your mouth feels amazing, Rio.”

“So weird…” she quietly beamed in pride. Just being able to treat a nubile muscular hero like this would have been enough, but to be praised by him was beyond her wildest dreams. “Anytime you need to be patched up, you come see me, k papi?”

He gave her ass a few approving kisses, “Will do, boss…”

It was a very strange position to be in. Miles Morales was one of the best heroes that Peter had ever met, but there was a chance he was never conceived due to the nature of this world’s men. Should he ask her if she has a son? Or would that be a rude question in this universe? Would Miles still be Miles if Peter was his dad? There were multiverse variants out there with much crazier origins… was this part of his grand responsibility to this universe? Was this why he’d crash landed in this apartment?

Awkwardly he shuffled around to get his voice out from under her ass, “Um, you know, I’d be up for some… more?”

“H-huh?”

“You know… I’m hard, you’re wet… I’m assuming you want something fleshier than rubber in you…? Man, my flirting has gone to hell after being in this easy mode world for so long,” he sighed about himself, hearing the confused silence that follows to add on, “Sex. I’m offering sex if you want-”

“YES!”

Rio's enthusiastic acceptance echoed through the apartment as she quickly scrambled off Peter's face. Her eyes were wide with a mixture of lust and disbelief, as if she couldn't quite believe this was happening. Peter watched her, a smirk playing on his lips despite his injuries. Despite it all, he did still like making girls happy with this stuff.

As he sat up from his lying down position, Rio stood beside the couch, giving Peter an unobstructed view as she reached for the hem of her pale green scrub top. The fabric was already slightly damp from their exertions, clinging to her curves in a way that made his cock twitch with intrigued interest.

“Like what you see, papi?” Rio teased, noticing his dick’s reaction. She slowly pulled the top upward, revealing inch by inch of her soft, milk chocolate skin. Her stomach was soft and rounded, a testament to her maturity and motherhood that Peter found unexpectedly alluring. As the top cleared her breasts Rio’s pure white bra spilled free, a beautiful contrast in colour to the large natural tatas they contained as her already hardened nipples poked through, seemingly begging for attention.

She wasted no time in getting the last of her garments off for the hero. Practically tearing off her bra and panties before standing naked in her own apartment, watching his hardness twitch at the sight of her.

If he’d asked her to dance, or pay money, or request nearly anything she probably would have succumbed to the lust and acquiesced.

But he was not that kind of man, only beckoning his prey towards him to let her mount her prize herself.

“Very nice,” he said, leaning back against the couch. “But given my current state of being the human bruise, you're going to have to take the lead here, nurse.”

“No problem at all,” Rio grinned, her cheeks flushed darker as she approached enthusiastically. “Let me take care of you.”

Her soft feminine form loomed over his muscular body as she positioned herself above him, straddling his hips to guide his aching erection toward her sopping entrance. The anticipation was palpable. Her boiling hot breath hitched in her throat, and Peter could hear her heartbeat thumping in her chest as she slowly lowered herself onto him.

The two of them groaned in unison as he filled her completely.

“Joder…” Rio breathed out, her head falling back as she adjusted to his size. “This… you feel... incredible.”

Peter's hands found her hips, gripping them gently as he began to move beneath her. The initial thrusts were slow and deliberate, allowing them both to savor the sensation. The way his meat filled her, spread her, twitched inside her. It was beyond anything she could comprehend.

“Fuck… right back at you, wooww…” he groaned back at her.

A male moaning was so rare that Rio felt close to cumming right there. Placing her hands on his face to crash her lips down on his own, capturing the full breadth of his mouth noises within her skull.

Rio's movements became more confident as she found her rhythm, rolling her hips in a way that made Peter's toes curl despite his injuries. He was a much more interactive lover than her dildos, as none of them had ever reached up to cup her bouncing bosoms.

The apartment was filled with their symphonic sounds. Rio's breathy moans, Peter's groans of pleasure mixed with occasional winces of pain, the rhythmic slap of flesh against flesh. It was raw and passionate, a desperate coupling between a lonely soul finding acceptance, and the man that had crashed through her window.

In the back of Peter's mind he thought of Miles and the implications of what they were doing. Was this betrayal? Or was it somehow spider related destiny? The question lingered at the edge of his consciousness, but the overwhelming pleasure of the sexy milf’s body smushing against his pushed those thoughts aside for now. Hopefully this was either a nice gift to a friend’s mom, or the chance for an amazing future.

“How do you feel…” Peter asked, his voice strained. “...about me cumming inside?”

She gave him a brief baffled look, like he’d just asked if she’d accept a million dollars cash from him, “D-do it! Yes! Please, papi!”

“Alright,” he nodded, wrapping his arms around her body and quickly rotating their positions. Having her sit on the couch, legs still around him, while he loomed over her excited form. “Then let’s do this right.”

Rio didn’t even get a chance to respond before her only noises were moans. The guttural sounds of a woman whose cervix was being slammed so suddenly echoed out around them, as the muscular hero thrust deeply into her boiling pussy.

Peter held her tight as the pleasure waves crashed into her over and over again. He didn’t understand the Spanish words pouring out of her but he could recognise her praising tone all the same. His hands roamed her body as the vigorous rutting caused the couch to creak beneath them, ever pushing them both towards their glorious climax together.

Her face was contorted, eyes rolling back, spine curving from trapped pleasure, and Rio had never been happier.

As their passion reached its peak, Rio leaned upwards to capture his lips in a hungry kiss. It was clumsy and desperate, their teeth clashing slightly in their urgency, but neither seemed to care. Peter’s hip just continued to thrust faster and faster into the woman’s aching slit. With a final, powerful thrust, Peter emptied himself inside her, her body arching off the couch as waves of pleasure washed over her. Rio cried out his name instantly, feeling each burning rope of jizz fill up her womb and cause another wave of pleasure over her body. It was unlike anything she’d ever experienced, and she fell back against the couch in genuine shock.

Peter stayed looming over her, his softening cock escaping her pussy to let the river of cum bubble out of her, stroking her hair as she struggled to keep her eyes open. He felt bad in leaving this mostly cock drunk woman like this, but he had to go make sure that no one was in trouble from the Sinister Six. Besides, he’d probably just given her the gift of life, so he’d definitely be seeing her-

Click

“Mami! I’m home!”

“Miles!”

Suddenly rushing around the corner, Miles Morales got the sight of his friend and buddy post coitus with his mother. It was a very concerning thing for the eighteen year old to see, but obviously not for the reasons Peter thought it was.

“Hey! Leave Spider-Man alone!” Miles chided, rushing over to separate the two thinking he understood the whole story, “I’m sorry, Spidey. Mom’s been extra lonely since dad died, I can’t believe that she would force herself-”

“Woah, Miles. It’s okay,” said Peter. Though it was clear that Miles had no qualms seeing either of them naked like this, Peter still grabbed his costume pants to pull up and hide his messy cock, “I kinda… wanted it.”

“Huh?” he tilted his head, looking between his mom’s messy body and Peter’s half hard crotch. “Wait… is that like, a spider thing?! Do spiders get hard down there?” he whispered, suddenly very concerned about his own genitals. Peter quickly realised he had no need to worry about this world missing their Ultimate Spider-Man.

Peter grabbed his shirt, getting as dressed as he could despite the injuries, “No, just an alternate universe traveller thing…” he explained curtly. He wanted to explain more, but it was hard to tell how much Rio was listening with her flickering eyes like this. Instead he just grabbed a blanket to cover her up, and raided her fridge to grab her a Lucozade and a sandwich. Once he was done, he realised that Miles had done the same thing for him, and took the can of Pepsi he was offering. “Thanks. And sorry about, you know… me and your mom…”

“It’s cool,” Miles shrugged casually, “She looked like she liked whatever you did. So… thanks I guess?”

“Sure,” said Peter. An awkward silence filling the room mostly for him, as he quickly munched down the sandwich, “Anyway… I should go.”

As he raced to jump out the window, Miles called out, “Wait! Beetle is running about throwing bolts and yelling about someone bringing her Spider-Man. Then Black Cat showed up and they’re battling near Bushwick right now. I came here to change but…?”

Peter sighed. He really shouldn’t have taken Rio up on the offer and kept it in his spider pants, but what’s done is done. It at least gave him a bit of breathing room to think about the issues he was facing, “Yeah, this is about me. Sorry, Miles. I should probably handle this one myself.”

“You sure? You look pretty beat up.”

He nodded back at Miles, “This whole thing will end one of two ways, and you probably don’t want to see either of them.”

As Peter swung away to the noises of fighting, Miles just frowned at his mentor’s disappearing body.

“Gross, dude.”