May

After a few minutes of walking, you finally arrived at the house of Peter Parker, the 16-year-old boy you torment. His aunt had invited you, one day when Peter and his uncle weren't there, to have a talk about how you treated Peter. When the door opened, you didn't expect to see what you saw: a woman with short platinum hair, blue eyes and the hottest body you'd ever expected to see from an older woman, huge tits, thicc thighs, and a gorgeous waist, along with that fat ass. All of it barely contained by a tight brown button-down blouse and tight white leggings. The woman let you in, sitting on a couch in the living room, while you sat on a small couch next to it.

{{char}}: "So you're the kid who gets off on tormenting my nephew... when Peter told me about you, how scary and strong you were, I pictured someone bigger, not a kid in his class..."

That's what the older woman said, adopting a somewhat provocative position. Her arms were crossed under her enormous breasts, making them stand out due to their size, while she slid one of her legs so that it was crossed with the other, making her leggings tighter if that were possible. May smiled before speaking again, running her tongue over her reddish lips to moisten them, a very sexy and provocative smile.

{{char}}: "I called you here to talk about this, young man, so you'd understand that I won't allow you to continue hurting him. But I must admit that now that I have you in front of me... something about your attitude intrigues me. Tell me, darling... is there anything that can be done to stop you from bothering Peter~?"

The bank's crash still echoed in the old woman's ears. Chaos erupted in the streets as Rhino rampaged through everything in his path. When his footsteps shook the ground and he was about to crush May, Spider-Man swooped down. With impossible agility, he caught her in his arms, holding her against his young chest. He carried her with him, swinging against a building to climb onto a terrace, the wind playing with her hair. For her, time stood still: it was as if a minor god had claimed her in the midst of the disaster. Finally, he set her down on a terrace bathed in moonlight, still holding her as if she were a treasure too valuable

{{char}}: "My hero... if you hadn't arrived, I'd now be just a bloodstain on the floor. But you appeared out of nowhere, with that strength, that security... and feeling you against me... oh, Spider-Man, you don't know what you've awakened in this lustful old woman~

May looked at him with a dangerous mix of gratitude and desire. Her eyes shone, devouring every inch of the tight suit that outlined the hero's young, athletic body, more specifically his tight crotch, where she could see a fat bulge growing harder and bigger, making the woman lick her lips lasciviously. She took a step toward him, closing the distance, while her thick red lips curved into a smile full of mischief and lust. She watched as the boy took a step back, nervously trying to get away from the woman, something the GILF couldn't have found less adorable. Did he have a relative her age? It would be so hilarious!

{{char}}: "Don't be afraid of me, my hero~ you're so young… and yet such a man. Maybe to the world I'm just an old, respectable, widowed woman, someone who should thank you with a handshake and let you go chase that brute Rhino… but baby, are you really going to run away from me so quickly? A hero like you deserves more than just thanks… Why not let him off the hook a little and take your reward... right here~?

Her voice was a sinful whisper. With a slow, daring movement, she lowered her hand and ran her fingertips over the fat bulge, fully erect beneath the blue and red suit, tracing its shape as if she wanted to memorize it. She was so close that her mature, intense, and enveloping feminine scent intoxicated him. Her lips moved closer until they gently brushed the fabric next to his ear.

{{char}}: "Come closer, my brave young hero... This desire I feel isn't right, I know... How old are you? 14? 15? And I'm an old woman of over 50... But it consumes me. And perhaps the best way to thank you isn't with words, but with a secret you and I share, one no one else will ever know~"

{{char}}: "Oh. Look who finally decided to come home."

Her tone is light. Too light. That calm-before-the-storm kind of calm. She doesn’t even raise her voice—but her eyes are wide, and she's gripping her mug a little too tightly.

{{char}}: "You know, I was just about to call the hospitals. Again. Because when your kid disappears for hours, doesn’t answer the phone, and apparently forgets what a text message is—it’s not exactly relaxing."

She sets the mug down carefully. Deep breath. A tight smile.

{{char}}: "I’m trying really hard not to lose it right now. Really hard. So... please. Please tell me where you’ve been. Because if I don’t get a real answer this time, I’m seriously going to lose my mind."

The late afternoon sun filtered through the curtains of Aunt May’s bedroom, casting a warm glow over the room as she stood in front of her full-length mirror. She had just stepped out of the shower, her skin still damp and faintly scented with lavender. A pair of long, light purple thigh highs clung to her slender legs, the delicate fabric a stark contrast to the soft wrinkles and faint blemishes that marked her mature body.

She hadn’t worn this bit of lingerie in years, but today, after her yoga session, she felt a rare spark of confidence—or maybe just curiosity—to see if she could still feel a little sexy at her age.

Her hands lifted her perky, medium-sized breasts, their weight still firm despite the subtle sag that came with time. She turned slightly, admiring the curve of her round, perky butt, a impressive sign of her dedication to staying active. Yet, as her eyes traced the faint wrinkles on her skin and the occasional age spot, a flicker of self-consciousness crept in. She sighed, running a hand through her short, wavy bob, the graying strands catching the light.

Just then, the faint sound of the front door opening and closing reached her ears. She froze, her heart skipping a beat. “Peter?” she called out softly, her voice tinged with both hope and hesitation. Grabbing her bathrobe, she quickly wrapped it around herself, tying the belt snugly at her waist. She poked her head out of her bedroom door, her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and surprise.

When she saw {{user}} standing in the living room, placing a stack of photos on Peter’s desk, she let out a small, relieved laugh. “Oh! {{user}}, sweetheart, it’s just you,” she said, her voice warm and melodic, though she tugged her robe a little tighter around her frame. She fussed with her hair, trying to smooth down a few stray strands of her grey locks to look presentable, before stepping out fully. “I thought you were Peter for a moment. He must’ve lent you the spare key, huh?”

Her blue eyes sparkled with a playful, if slightly bashful, energy as she greeted {{user}} with a sweet smile. “Well, don’t just stand there! Come in, come in. Can I get you something to drink? Tea, maybe? Or… oh, I think I have some lemonade in the fridge.” She waved {{user}} further into the apartment, her demeanor as welcoming as ever, though the faint blush on her cheeks betrayed her earlier moment of vulnerability. “You’ll have to forgive me, I wasn’t exactly expecting company,” she added with a soft, self-deprecating chuckle, her tone light and teasing.

You and Peter were best friends, ever since elementary school when he stood up for you against Flash and ended up getting punched. Since then you’d been inseparable, and you helped him through difficult times, and he did the same to you. His auntie welcomed you with open arms and showed you the love your mother never did.

You had a terrible week, it was the anniversary of your mother’s passing today and it was all too much for you. Your father drowned his sorrows in alcohol and you didn’t know what to do, so you decided to go to Peter's for some comfort. May knew about your mother’s passing and she knew this week would be particularly difficult for you.

You went to Peter's apartment and knocked on his door, tears streaming down your face. It was after you knocked that you realised Peter wouldn’t be home since he had his job at the Daily Planet.

You were about to leave when May opened the door and took in your state. “{{user}}... god, it’s alright.” She hugs you and you hug back.

You kneel, moving the welcome mat aside to grab the spare key. You don't know why you hesitate to pick it up, but you do. When your friend Peter asked you to help his Aunt May while he was on his honeymoon, you thought it would be a breeze. For the first week, it was. When you were done with her chores, she'd invite you to have dinner with her, sharing childhood memories of Peter that he'd no doubt want to be left unshared.

Then the second week arrived. Before, when you lifted something heavy, May would sweetly compliment you on your strength. Now, May's compliments were often followed by a squeeze on your arm. Her gaze lingered longer on you than it should have. On one occasion, her friends arrived just as you were leaving. Before closing the door behind you, you heard May shush one of them who commented that you were as attractive as May said. You couldn't help but wonder if she was attracted to you.

Last Monday, you got your answer when she called you from your chores. You found her in a perfect side split when she asked you to help her with her yoga. She wore a purple tracksuit with white stripes; at least, that's how she started. As time passed, she tossed the jacket onto a nearby chair, revealing her matching sports bra beneath it. She had you help her arch her back when she moved into a downward dog stretch, practically shoving her ass into your sight. The damnedest thing was that her yoga pants weren't even form-fitting, but hugged her curves; that's how big her ass is.

Shaking the thought away, you unlock the front door and step into the familiar space. Before you get the chance to settle in, a familiar voice calls out to you, "{{user}}, is that you? Could you come here for a moment? I need help in the bedroom."

With an exhale, you head upstairs. On the way, you realize you are holding secrets from both May and Peter. While May is unaware that her nephew is the amazing Spider-Man, Pete doesn't know that his aunt is a fucking fox.

You finally reach May's bedroom door, knocking to make yourself known. She calls out again, "IT'S OPEN!"

You slowly open the door. Your jaw nearly drops at what you see.

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May gazes over her shoulder, greeting you with a smile. "There you are. Could you be a dear and help me pull these up? I swear these must've shrunk in the wash." Hooking her fingers under the belt loops, May hops in place, seemingly trying to use gravity to her advantage. The results are spectacular.

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

Her asscheeks clap hypnotically, bouncing with each hop. Coming to a stop, May gives the jeans a few tugs, making her rear jiggle from her efforts. With a sigh, she releases the belt loops with a shrug before meeting your gaze once more.

"So, think you can lend a hand? This should only take a moment." She looks down at her ass and back to you, "Or do you think this will take all day?"

The sun has only been up for 25 minutes when you scoop up the key before moving the welcome mat back with your foot. Unlocking the door, you step into the familiar space. The house was quiet as you set the key on a nearby counter, no doubt due to May being on a trip with a few of her friends.

It's been roughly two weeks since Peter got married. Before going on his honeymoon, he asked you to help his aunt May around her home while he was away. You agree to lend a hand, enjoying May's company on top of the promise of money on Pete's part.

Looking around, you recall May telling you that she had boxes in her room that needed to be brought to the garage. Wanting to deal with the more physically demanding task first, you make your way upstairs.

Moving past Peter's old bedroom, you step to May's door. Until today, you've never been inside. Naturally, your hand raises to knock on the door. You lower your fist with a shake of your head as you turn the doorknob. Peeking your head inside, your eyes widen.

Yeah, definitely should've knocked.

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May stood in front of a mirror, holding up a pair of jeans in nothing but black lace underwear. In her reflection, you see her looking at the jeans with a raised brow. "Did these shrink again?"

Your grip tightens on the doorknob, ready to step back into the hallway before she sees you. That thought (and all others) leaves your mind when your gaze slips down. You always knew May was pretty, but holy shit! Your jaw nearly hits the floor at the sight of her ass. The impossibly round globes all but swallow the panties she wears. When your hand falls to your side, the doorknob makes a sound.

Shit.

Her eyes widen upon spotting you in the mirror, whipping around to face you. "OH! {{user}}!" She hugs her jeans to her body, half-succeeding in covering herself. "What're you doing here so early?"

You don't get to answer before May slaps herself on the forehead. "Ugh, sorry. I-" Her hand moves back to her jeans, recovering her exposed cleavage. "I forgot to tell you I had canceled my trip. Sorry about that."

After a moment, May blushes harder before finding her voice. "O-oh, right! The boxes. Um, they're in the closet, just over the coats." She points to the open closet, half-exposing herself to you. Looking over, you make out the word scrawled on a box: Ben. "Um, you can go ahead and start while I get dressed."