How Aunt May Got Got

Written in collaboration with Namichwan (Seriously like 95 percent is pure Grade-A: Namichwan)

May Parker had learned what was really going on in the world.

It was a strange feeling to have, walking among those she wished to save, but she was at least thankful for the opportunity to be real. And like most men with more testosterone then sense, May had learned these facts at the gym, the Empire 24 Hours Fitness on Queens Boulevard to be precise. She'd been doing her level best to battle the bulge when the King, himself, had laid his glorious hands upon her butt.

She'd been shocked and had reacted outrageously before her King's finger-tips had trailed upon her bare midriff and all had become clear. She'd relaxed and tensed at the exact same time in that moment as her King ran both hands over her tight ass, then down her long, muscular legs, enjoying the feel of her body as was his natural due.

May had been so excited, she'd barely been able to speak a clear word, babbling and stuttering like an idiot. There had been gym goers that had jumped to her defence, worrying the mature hottie was being molested, but her reaction gave them pause. Backing away after it was clear the two probably knew each other.

They'd sneaked into the men's sauna then and she'd done her duty, pleasuring the King to the best of her ability while the lesser men he’d touched in there could only stroke their cocks like teenagers. The size of his royal tool was immense. May felt that, for the majority of women, he would have been too much, but she imagined that there was still a great number of ladies with the same fetishistic fascination with grossly outsized penises that she had.

It was a rapturous blessing, a real baptism by hot jism, gulping down the King’s sperm with gratitude as if she’d forgotten her protein shake that day.

The aunt of a hero had trouble stopping the worship, kissing up and down his cock to ‘clean’ every white splotch and sweat drop that was covering it. Which was pretty hard to permanently do while they were in a sauna. Not helped by how hot it had gotten with the three random men jerking themselves off into stupors, covering their towels with cum while panting like dogs.

“You’ll all need to visit this location by the end of the week,” her King had instructed, getting all four of them to memorise it perfectly before sending the men away. “You especially, as I need you to give me regular updates on your very special quest I’m about to give you.”

Her heart fluttered, both because she was going to be useful, and also knowing she’d be seeing him regularly. “Anything I can do to serve you, My King.”

“Good girl.” He smiled, moving some of her matted hair away from her face was making her as giddy as a school girl. May couldn’t help but lick Mark’s cock even harder while he gave her his quest, “Now, we both know your nephew is rather… special.”

She gulped, pausing her licking briefly while staring at his cocky eyes, “I… yeah. Of course you’d know.” A sigh of relief passed through her lips, “He’s a good kid, and deserves to be real as well. May I please arrange a time for you two to meet?”

“I wish it was that simple…” Mark frowned. His mild inconvenience was like a knife in her soul, and she desperately hoped to help him no matter the cost. “Thanos changed so much in this reality with that one snap of his fingers. This new reality is his world, and his rules, and as such people will fight tooth and nail to defend it… setting off any defences that may be in place?”

A dawning spread over May’s eyes, “His Peter tingle!”

“...” Mark blinked, “...I’m sorry, what?”

“It’s the, um, the tingle he gets about danger. We call it his Peter tingle, since he’s Peter and he-”

Mark put his hands up, “You don’t have to spell it out, I get the logic. He can’t exactly say that during battle though, can he? Why not call it something to do with his powers? Like a spider…” He tried leading her on to finish the thought.

“...his spider tingle?”

“You know what? Nevermind. Peter tingle is funnier.” He shrugged, “Yes, that sense of his is what’s stopping me from walking over and touching him. If I go now, Spider-Man will fight me, discover my powers to free souls, then lock me up forever.”

The aunt felt distraught, “No! He’d never… not you!”

“Yes. He would, and you know it.” His words held real weight to them, “But this is what you are here for. You are the only one who can seduce him back to our side. You are the only one he won’t suspect, because you only want the best for him with all the love in your heart.”

“I do… I so want the best for him.” She smiled, almost teary eyed after feeling the extra pump of love that Mark pushed into her, “but… when you say ‘seduce’...”

Mark nodded, “Yeah. I mean it literally. Not that I really need to push you into this, now that you remember your and Peter’s relationship that Thanos took from you.” May’s eyes went wide, “That’s it. You and him, every night, every position under the sun, filling you up until you were satisfied with his spider-y sperm. Fucking you with the strength of a spider, and even greater: youth. You two loved each other so much in a world that didn’t shy away from love making from two perfectly compatible fucklings like you two.”

Tears fell from her face and fizzled away into the sauna’s heat before they could reach the ground. Rage, sadness, and loss all bubbled into May at once and it was overwhelming. “Th-that BASTARD!” She slammed her hand against the wooden floor, “He… he took my Peter from me! We were so happy! I-I-I can’t-!”

“Shhh, I know. I’m sorry I couldn’t find you and fix you sooner.” Mark calmed her, but she was still very frustrated, “And I’m sorry we can’t fix your Peter right now, but there’s something you need to do before I can get close to him.”

“Anything. Literally anything.”

“Drown that Peter tingle,” Mark smirked, “Give him tingles only the real Peter would feel, May tingles. Seduce the fuck out of that hero, but make sure he doesn’t cum even once. If we can get him so horny and twitchy he may mistake a danger sense tingle for a cold breeze, and at that point my hand and his will be shaking you back to your incestuous passionate lovemaking.”