Stressing Peter

Written in collaboration with Cross C

Peter Parker entered his apartment with a sigh. It still hadn’t been long since his mentor had given his life to saving the universe, and Peter couldn’t help but feel the ol’ Parker guilt because of it.

There was no school until the new year. MJ and Ned had gone with their families to ‘reconnect after Thanos’, as the chaos of the world **** everyone to regroup. So he was stuck here in NYC alone… Luckily Spider-Manning was keeping him too busy to think about it much, he could just swing about and clear his head as much as possible while helping every cat in tree or new-homeless person find a safe space. It felt like the sort of thing Tony would want him to do. Even if one of Tony’s little rules of ‘Not being Spider-Man for more than 8 hours at a time’ meant that Karen **** him to come home after a while and rest.

So as Peter entered his home, he was feeling alright, even if sadness was still present.

The distraction meter was about to rise exponentially though.

“Hey! I’m home, May!”

“Peter~!” His aunt called from the other room, a rummaging sound occurring as she began heading over to greet him properly, “Did you have a fun time being Spider-Man?”

“Yeah, I-Woah!” He quickly covered his eyes, “I-is Happy here or something?! Put some pants on!”

What he was referring to was the yellow tank top and black panties combo his aunt had walked over to him in. The woman may have been older than him, but she had the body of a woman half her age. Tightly packaged now in a top that showed her cleavage, and a pair of unmentionables that seemed to be painted onto her skin. It was more skin on his aunt that he’d ever seen before, and all the men hitting on her throughout her life suddenly made sense to his eighteen year old brain.

“Happy? Oh! Right, him. I don’t know if that’s still going on, he hasn’t called me for a couple weeks… or is that five years?”

“That’s great, put some pants on?”

She cocked her hips with a big smile on her face, “And after today I think I’m going to decline another date anyway.”

“Oh really? Did a fire burn all your pants and that’s why you’re not wearing any?”

“No, I met a wonderful man today, at the gym…” She remembered back, but shook herself out of it, “Nevermind that. How was my favourite nephew’s day? Save any pretty girls out there? Mm!” Her expletive came from a tight hug she wrapped Peter up in, pressing his blushing face into her deep tank-top cleavage until he was as red as a tomato.

“I-I’m your o-only… nephew…” He mumbled, trying to compose himself after feeling such soft breasts against his face. Kicking himself for not breaking the hug quicker… and kicking himself for the natural reaction in his pants. “G-gotta go, May!”

Rushing past her, Spider-Man slammed his door shut behind him. Only opening it briefly to yell, “And by the way, put some pants on!” before slamming it again.

May shook her head with a smile. “Ah, such a good boy with such good morals.”

She calmly paced herself to her room and grabbed the tight pair of black yoga pants she’d worn when she’d met Mark. The new love of her life that had helped her realise who she really was.

“Those morals are going to take a while to break… sigh, I love you so much Peter. I promise I’ll help you be the Aunt Breeder that you really are, no matter how long it takes.”