Hey, Peter Parker Ch. 02

Aunt May's gaze lingered on Carol as she stood in front of her. She was wearing a white tank top with full sleeves and ripped jeans, and her blonde hair cascaded down her back in loose waves.

The fabric of the white tank top hugged Carol's toned arms, accentuating the muscles rippling beneath her skin with every subtle movement. Her shoulders were perfectly defined, giving her a strong and confident look. The top also highlighted her collarbones and the curve of her neck, drawing attention to her elegant posture. It was clear that Carol took care of her body and had put effort into looking good that day.

The ripped jeans that Carol wore had tears in the fabric that exposed hints of skin underneath. They hugged her curves tightly, accentuating her long legs and shapely thighs. The tears in the denim seemed to be carefully placed, showing just enough skin to be alluring without being too revealing.

Aunt May was feeling a bit insecure around Carol. She couldn't help but notice how fashionable and attractive she looked. In an attempt to impress Carol, Aunt May decided to change her clothes.

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Carol and Peter were talking at the dining table.

May entered the room wearing a green blouse and a short floral skirt, Peter couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable. He knew that Aunt May had changed her clothes because she was trying to impress Carol.

The skirt was short enough to show off her toned legs, which Peter had never really paid much attention to before. It reached mid-thigh and swayed gently with each step she took.

Carol, on the other hand, couldn't help but feel a little bit of desire stir within her as she looked at Aunt May's legs. She found herself staring for a moment longer than she intended, feeling a little bit guilty but unable to look away. She wondered if Aunt May had dressed up for her, and the thought made her feel a little bit flattered.

Aunt May sat at the table, she shifted her weight slightly, causing her legs to cross and uncross. It was a subtle movement, but it caught Carol's attention, drawing her eyes down to Aunt May's legs.

May breaking Carol's attention, asked, "What's between you and Peter?"

Carol answered, "More like a mentor to him."

Peter's felt a bit heart broken, as he had started to expect a lot.

May, hesitant, blurted out, "so you're single? But let me tell you Peter is a nice guy --"

Carol smiled at Peter. Then turned to May, "I know he is, but maybe I am looking for..."

Aunt May shifted again, this time crossing her legs in the opposite direction. Carol couldn't help but notice how smooth Aunt May's skin looked, and the way her skirt rode up just a bit, revealing more of her thighs.

Aunt May had no idea that Carol was staring at her legs, "looking for?"

Carol returned to the moment, "I don't know, maybe I'll figure it out."

Three of them stayed silent for a moment. Awkward silence.

Carol stood up abruptly and strolled to a vase, "Wow, such an intricate design." She intentionally pushed it down, but made it look like a mistake.

Carol looked at May with puppy eyes, "Oh I am sorry."

May stood up from the table, walking toward Carol, "Don't worry, I'll clean that up."

Carol knew what she was doing. May bent down to pick up the broken pieces of the vase, her skirt hiked up, revealing the full curves of her juicy buttocks. The black, translucent fabric of her panties clung to her skin, outlining the perfect roundness of her backside. The fabric was so sheer that it almost seemed like May was wearing nothing at all.

Carol couldn't help but feel an overwhelming desire to touch that beautiful ass. She clenched her fists and bit her lip, trying to resist the urge. She knew she couldn't just reach out and grab it, but she had to do something.

Peter noticed her gaze lingering on his aunt's body. However, he tried to shake it off and brushed it aside, thinking that he might be imagining things.

Then after cleaning was done, they sat down back at the table. Again they looked at each other and smiled.

Carol ran down her hand at May's skirt. May gasped and shifted a little. Carol said in a suggestive tone, "I would like to have this skirt one day. Where did you buy it from?"

May tried to play it cool, pretending that Carol's touch didn't affect her, but her voice came out a little shaky as she replied, "Peter usually shops for me."

Carol looked at Peter, "Peter, do you want your may to wear short clothes like these. Wouldn't people be staring at her? Wanting to rip them off and see her toned legs all the way to her panties."

Did Carol say a lot? She didn't care. But Peter and May looked at each other. Well, she described a lot.

Peter, embarassed, didn't know what to say. May came to defend him, "Peter would never give me anything that I feel uncomfortable in."

Carol, blunt like a knife, said, "So if Peter bought you panties, you could wear them around the whole house."

Aunt May couldn't help but think about the time she spent with Peter in nothing but a tiny towel. She blushed at the memory and quickly pushed it aside, not wanting to reveal such intimate details to Carol.

May replied, trying to sound confident, "Peter and I share a very healthy relationship."

Carol smirked, "Oh really? Can both of you stand up for a moment?"

May and Peter looked at each other puzzled, then they stood up.

Carol took May's arm and led her to stand in front of Peter.

Carol grabbed May's arm tight. The older woman tensed up, not knowing what the younger woman was up to. Before she could even ask, Carol's hands moved quickly, and in a blur of motion, May's skirt had been pulled down to her ankles.

May gasped, her hands shooting down to try and cover herself, but it was too late. She was standing there in just her green blouse and black lacy panties, feeling vulnerable and exposed in front of her nephew and his friend.

The panties were made of a sheer fabric that was delicate to the touch, almost like a whisper against the skin. The material was so fine that it appeared almost translucent, revealing the curves and contours of May's shaved pussy with stunning clarity. The edges of the panties were trimmed with intricate black lace, adding a touch of elegance and femininity to the design. The lace had a floral pattern, delicate and intricate, with small scalloped edges that framed May's hips and thighs perfectly

Peter's eyes widened in shock as he took in the sight before him. He had never seen his aunt like this before, and he felt a mix of embarrassment and arousal wash over him.

May's face flushed with embarrassment as she tried to cover herself with her hands. She couldn't believe that Carol had done something like this, and she wondered what the younger woman was thinking. She felt exposed and vulnerable, and she wished that she could just disappear.

Carol commanded Peter, "Take off your pants, Peter."

Peter felt a surge of embarrassment and discomfort as he realized he had a visible erection. He tried to discreetly adjust himself, hoping no one would notice. He felt a mixture of arousal and shame, unsure of how to react to the situation. He considered making an excuse to leave, "Maybe, I should leave."

But before he could make a move, Carol turned her attention to May, cupping her face in her hands and teasingly flicking her lips with her fingers.

"If you ever wish to kiss me like this, maybe you should do what I am asking," Carol said, leaning in closer to May and giving her a soft kiss on the lips.

Did Carol just kiss May? Peter was shocked. But Carol was Peter's crush. He would do anything to kiss her cherry lips.

Peter murmured, "Okay."

Peter hesitated at first, but eventually complied with Carol's request to take off his pants. As he slid them down, his bulging erection became apparent. May's eyes went wide as she took in the sight.

"Peter, you have that for me?" May asked, surprised.

Peter fidgeted nervously, "May, it's not what you think."

Carol interjected, "It is exactly what we see." She turned to May, "See what kind of kid you are raising. The one who wanted to spill himself in your milf pussy."

Peter blushed, feeling embarrassed and exposed.

May's mind raced back to the earlier moments when she had been exploring Peter's body with her hands. She had felt the hardness in his pants and the way he had responded to her touch. But seeing his erection now, in all its glory, was a different experience altogether. She couldn't help but feel a little bit proud of herself for arousing him in this way.

Carol asked May, "Why did you even wear your panties if we can see through everything."

May began to speak --

Carol interrupted by plunging her finger inside May's mouth, "I don't think you have a logical answer."

Carol's finger was slim and agile, and she knew just how to move it to stimulate May's senses. She kept her finger deep inside May's mouth, pressing it against the roof of her mouth, and then withdrawing it slowly, dragging it across her tongue. As she repeated the movement, she could feel May's body reacting, her breathing quickening and her chest rising and falling faster.

Meanwhile, Peter was still trying to conceal his growing arousal, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. The sight of Carol's finger moving in and out of May's mouth was too much for him to bear, and he couldn't resist the urge to touch himself. He began to stroke himself discreetly, but his movements became more frantic as the tension built up inside him.

May seemed to enjoy being dominated. May didn't know what came over her, but she clenched on to Carol's waist tightly.

Carol laughed, "Someone's enjoying--" Then wheeled abruptly to Peter, catching him off guard with his dick in his hands, "Your little Nephew is jerking off..."

Peter let go off her dick, "Sorry, May."

May scolded in a teasing tone, "Hey, Peter, don't forget I'm your cool aunt, not some random chick."

Carol teasingly said, "May, today we'll find out just how much your dear nephew Peter really feels for his aunt."