Disclaimer: I don't own Spiderman, MARVEL or any other such organisation.

Summary:- "

All emotions, even those that are suppressed and unexpressed, have physical effects. Unexpressed emotions tend to stay in the body like small ticking time bombs—they are illnesses in incubation". Peter was falling. The stress and various situations in his life didn't help him either. It didn't matter how hard he fell, what mattered was whom he took with him.

Tags:- incest, explicit lemon.

The Vulture was back…

The beastly Overgrown Chicken had returned, and was even more frightening than before, if that was even possible. The wealthy scientist knew exactly who Peter Parker was and had threatened him to cease his double-life as Spider-Man. If not, well… There were few people in Peter's life, and they were the dearest to his heart. If any one of them were harmed on his account, he would not survive the heartache. With that in mind, even standing next to Toomes almost brought him to an anxiety attack. He was forced to rush from his friend's penthouse with bullets of sweat running down his body, and under the guise of the Spider-Man, he returned home, afraid for the future with this painful dilemma pressuring him…

"there's nothing more intimate in life than simply being understood.
And understanding someone else."

He opened the door slowly, his red backpack containing his costume hanging from his left fist. Never had he been so distraught, even when humiliated by Flash and his goons. This wasn't a matter that he could fix by doing some spy work and stealing some security DVDs.

"How was your day, Mr. Junior Avenger?" Peter shouldn't have been surprised that Aunt May was still up; she was acting like a hawk during his time being grounded and would stay up until he was home. Her green eyes didn't move away from the bills she was paying to acknowledge her nephew. In defeat, Peter plopped down next to his aunt on the couch and sighed, "Horrible".

She peered at him from the corner of her eyes with a slight grin. She thought that he was just having another teenage episode; she didn't stop signing checks and playing with her calculator.

"Are You okay?"

"No."

The paperwork was put on hold.

"You didn't have a good time with Liz?"

When Peter didn't answer, May's face was drawn with concern. She turned her head slightly to him. He was a wreck; she hadn't seen him like this since Ben was taken. She pursed her lips slightly and hummed in consideration.

"I shouldn't have made you go if you didn't want to."

As if he hadn't heard what she had said, Peter grumbled, "I'm sorry about Saturday night. I- I didn't mean to lie to you, Aunt May. I didn't mean to."

"Okay, it's alright. She's your first girlfriend," May reasoned while setting a hand on his bicep for comfort. "We'll just chalk it up to experience."

Peter turned to her. There were tears threatening to spill from his worried eyes, and his teeth clenched behind lips drawn downward. In a fit of emotion, he threw his arms around the only family member he had, surprising her. He would hug her for all he was worth if he knew he wouldn't shatter her spine with his herculean strength. But it was enough to show her how much he cared for her and how much she meant to him. For all of her troubled worries, all of those pesky thoughts that made her believe that he cared for her only because he had to, he truly loved her like family.

She returned the embrace with tenderness, breathing in his ear that it was all okay.

"My little man," she whispered, "there you are." This was the boy she loved, not the troublemaker coming in at all hours of the night with a list of excuses and lies.

They pulled away from one another slowly, hands keeping contact with each other's arms. May gingerly touched his cheek. Her soft hands… So warm… So loving…

"it is your blood
in my veins
tell me how i'm
supposed to forget"

Whose lips touched whose first? It wasn't what either of them intended when going in, but passion was running wild.

Both were under so much stress; they could not fight what was transpiring between them.

Peter's sensible side screamed at him to stop this before he did something that he – and no doubt, Aunt May – would regret in just a few moments. That part of him needed to shut up. He needed this, if only to forget his worries and reveal how deeply he felt for his beautiful aunt.

Normally the voice of reason, she now was giving into pure lust. She was Peter's aunt as his mom's sister; the same blood ran through both of their veins, yet she did not attempt to stop this. She had not felt this way about anyone but Ben Parker; now she was probing her nephew's lips for access. Such a shy boy; it took quite a bit of insistence before he allowed her to taste the lingering flavour of his after-lunch chocolate snack.

A smile passes over Peter's face and he kisses May on the lips. She returns the kiss, ramming her tongue into her nephew's throat.

He wondered if she could also detect the slight bit of apple flavoured lip-gloss. Liz had left during a kiss that did not hit its mark. When aunt and nephew broke apart, they were breathless. Peter felt his heart fluttering in a way that was only matched by when he was with his girlfriend. .

Stuttering, he stood up in front of the elder woman, setting his hands on either of her shoulders. His eyes looked pleadingly into hers so that she may be strong enough to take charge and put an end to this impetuous and taboo act. "Aunt May, I think… We shouldn't…"

"He's at war with himself. Why doesn't he surrender to his feelings and stop fighting himself?
He has hang-ups that I must cut him loose from."

She did not give him time to finish. Already, her surprisingly nimble hands were at the crotch of his jeans, yanking down his fly in one, swift tug. He could have stopped her, used his powerful arms to restrain her before bolting up the stairs and locking himself in his room, ready to chalk this whole experience as a freak encounter, never to happen again. That was not what happened, however, jaw hanging and eyes fixed on May's hands, he watched her work though the slits of the layers of clothes. She pushed aside the opening of his blue and orange striped boxers to reach for the rigid prize underneath. With much relief on his part, his straining cock was freed from the confines of his pants, throbbing and thick with blood.

Mildly surprised at his girth – he was significantly larger than Ben and few other man she had been with before – Aunt May undauntedly took him into her mouth after slickening the weeping head with a flick of her tongue.

"Oh, May!" Peter threw his head back, his brown locks waving.

He'd never had experienced the wonders of getting head before, though Liz Allen had teasingly offered before when acting frisky while playfully reaching for his groin.

And for being older than him, May was good at it; great, even, though he didn't have any experience to compare it to.

May teases his erection. She feels very naughty around her nephew right now. There's a part of her who admits that this is all wrong, but there's another part of her who gets off on this. Causing some arousal from a young man, that gives her ego a boost. And even at her age, May is confident she has what it takes to please her man. Even if said man happens to be her nephew.

He hissed through his teeth, struggling to peep through his partly opened eyelids to watch the brown-haired woman rhythmically bob her mouth up and down his length. When her beautiful green eyes glanced up at him while his cock was still locked between her lips, he shuddered and feared his load would escape him.

As if sharing his concern for an early ejaculation, May pulled away from him with an audible slurp, running her tongue over her moist lips when he departed from her mouth.

He enjoys his aunt's mature body pressing against his. Her breasts remain fairly perky, not even sagging due to age. She's the model of aging gracefully and Peter cannot help and grab her breasts before causing her to moan.

"the sweet juices of your mouth
are like castles bathed in honey.
i've never had it done so gently before.
you have put a circle of castles
around my penis and you swirl them
like sunlight on the wings of birds."

He pulsed eagerly for more attention, and she would not disappoint or keep him waiting for long. Her gaze never left him, even as she leaned back and began to undo the button and zipper of her tight jeans.

While she began to rid herself of her lower clothes, Peter took a moment to admire her body. She may have been at the age when her hair was losing its colour, but that just gave her a mature attractiveness. There were no lines of worry or stress on her face, her natural beauty, and her physique itself was amazing.

Jeans and panties came down at once, revealing to Peter the first pussy that was not on the Internet. May's vaginal lips were wet and ready to receive.

Now here he was, standing before her with cock exposed and her pussy offered to him. He could not deny her. Under the circumstances, getting hard seemed strange, but he figured it was one of those 'fear boners' that had been joked about before.

Peter grinds his manhood against Aunt May's beautiful pussy. She shaves her hair down to a small strip for him and he appreciates this. Her soft legs wrap around Peter and he guides himself inside of her.

"Please, Peter," May gasped, her bare legs hooking around her nephew's waist. "I need you."

It's not exactly what she ever dreams of, having her teenage nephew driving faster and faster into her. But, May feels that despite society judging what they are doing as wrong, it just feels so good that it has to be right.

Peter was going to give his virginity to his own aunt, several years older than him. Unable to fight these primal urges with morality, Peter held his breath and managed his cock with his fist. When the blunt tip touched her lips, they both shuddered in anticipation, and it took a great deal of restraint for him not to surge into her snug wetness. "Aunt May, I don't know if we should," he wheezed in one last effort to get her to come to her senses.

In response, May locked her feet behind him. She would've preferred him naked rather than just having his penis protruding from the front of his pants. Her legs pulled him forward until he was unbelievably close to puncturing her. "Peter, just… just fuck me." Wow… She cursed. Peter didn't think that his prim, strict Aunt May ever cursed like that before. It was the final straw that snapped his moral restraints. Consequences and virginity be damned…

"They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered."

"Oh God…" Peter could not hold back when the swollen head pushed through her folds, leading the rest of his cock in to spread May's tight and wet snatch. He slid in slowly until he bottomed out, pressing his pelvis against her crotch, though his pants were a bit uncomfortable; May made short work of that by flipping the button open and shrugging his jeans down. The boxers underneath, however, couldn't be moved down while he was embedded in her pussy.

He pulled back a bit, but rushed right back into her, causing her to give a sharp cry. Worried that he didn't check his strength, he asked if she was okay, if he was being too rough. "No," she gasped heavily while shaking her head. "No, keep going!" Her hips gyrated to encourage him, and it helped greatly. Planting his palms on either side of her, he groaned and began to rock his hips in inexperienced thrusts that gradually gained some sort of rhythm.

His thick balls repeatedly slap against her thighs the further and faster he's in her. May closes her eyes and feels her nephew touching her all over, burying his face in her chest. The kiss only increases with Peter holding onto her hips and repeatedly driving inside of her.

"Deeper! I want you deeper! I want you all the way inside me! You don't want to let me down." His thick balls crack up against May's thighs and make her scream in pleasure.

The deeper Peter drives into her, the more May's loins burn with desire. Peter shoves as much of his cock as can go into her and is riding her into the backrest.

She, in any case, was overwhelmed with pleasure from having this youth pounding into her. One hand gripped at the cushiony backrest, her fingernails digging into the couch to the point of nearly tearing the fabric; the other hand went to her chest to grope the generous mounds. The hot breathing from May only encourages Peter to touch her all over. He squeezes May's nipples and releases them. May drips on his cock head and down to the base of said cock as well. May repeats her rising and descent to push as much of Peter inside of her as possible.

She rides her nephew like there's no tomorrow. Peter's balls throb underneath the clenching of May's tight walls. May moans and rides him some more, making sure his balls repeatedly slap her on the thighs.

May Parker drips at the reminder this young man she rides is her nephew. Their relationship must be behind closed doors given the circumstances of it. Feeling his hard cock push deeper and faster into her makes May realise just how great it is to be with her handsome nephew.

She shifts so he lies back on the couch and she lies on top of him. The two make out when May works her pussy down onto him. Peter's hands move all over her back and rub it to release some of the tension. May cannot believe just how long Peter can go and he does a good job fulfilling her sexual appetite.

Gathering up some courage, as well as being sexually curious, Peter pushed up the hem of his aunt's purple shirt, marveling at how fit she was considering her age. With her help, her top was pulled over the hills of her breast; the cup supporting her right tit was pulled down by her admission, and Peter, frenzied and incredibly aroused while plunging in and out of her, dipped his face down to catch her hardened, pink tip in his mouth. Her left hand came up to tangle in his hair as he sloppily clenched her nipple.

He gasped and moaned her name when he doubled over, clenching his teeth and struggling to keep his testicles from bursting. He set a hand at the back of her thigh, just beneath her buttocks as he started to drive harder and harder into her.

"Oh, God, Peter! It's been so long!" All sense of time and worry faded from her mind as she was plowed into the couch. "Fuck me! Harder! Harder!"

Of course, Peter could easily fulfill her request and pounded her so hard that the sofa they were on would probably break underneath the force, which would also hurt her, no doubt. Sometimes, he feared that he really was losing control of his strength, but May never gave any complaints; her body just kept squeezing his shaft more and more until she finally came around him. Curling up and latching her fingers to the small of his back, her pink-painted nails digging into his skin, she wept his name and shuddered violently.

"Please! Please, cum in me!" she cried out in a haze of orgasmic delight. "Cum in me, Peter Parker!"

She flexed her inner muscles as best as she could in the aftermath of her orgasm, awaiting the rush of his seed. Peter breaks and comes inside of May. Feeling his juices just blast the inside of his Aunt's pussy feels so right. She's so warm and wet, and He cannot help and keep touching her as he fucks her. Peter holds onto May and squeezes her breasts moaning in pleasure. The clear blast of juices goes down to his cock.

She felt the familiar, liquid warmth of semen spreading throughout her lower belly to trigger another, less-significant orgasm. It flooded her womb, and his incestuous seed was unnaturally hot, almost as if radioactive?

Sighing heavily, spent and satisfied, Peter considered whether or not he should ask to remove himself; he didn't know how encounters – especially ones as awkward as this – were properly ended. Was he supposed to snuggle next to her, or just go to his room and go to sleep and act like everything was normal the next day? Honestly, he would rather go to his lab in the basement and try to sort things out. Well, the initial plan had worked; he had forgotten what he was stressing over, for the moment anyway. Now a good deal of that stress was swimming around in his aunt's womb.

"With callused hands

i tasted the softness of the moon

in the coldest winds

i discovered my soul's warmest fireplace

in the roughness of his stubble the tenderest love."

Wordlessly, he fell down next to her, and they both took a moment to collect themselves and reflect on the taboo they had just committed.

Next to him, Aunt May cleared her throat and reset her clothing, making herself proper; she would clean up appropriately when she took a shower before bed. Fixing her somewhat mussed hair while Peter awkwardly pulled his pants back up and tucked his wet cock away, she looked at him. She did a fairly decent job at acting like nothing terrible had just transpired between them; that naughty-mouthed woman was gone all too soon.

"Are you okay, sweetie?" she asked finally, placing a hand on Peter's back; he didn't flinch, which was a good sign.

Deciding to do his best to follow her example, he tried to act casual. "Uh, it was a long day," he managed to squeak out, his voice cracking as though he was still going through puberty.

"Sure" Aunt May put her arms around him and cradled his head to her bosom. A time passed before she asked, "Did you eat?"

He politely declined and said that he was ready for bed. "Alright," she consented without much of a hassle. She, too, was ready to turn in for a well-deserved slumber. But as her nephew dazedly began to drag himself upstairs, feet lazy and head drooping from tiredness, she scolded him with a stern finger, "And don't think you're off the hook, young man. You're still grounded. Nothing's changed my mind!"

Peter had to roll his eyes. A genius student, superhero, and now an aunt-fucker; and he still has to obey the laws of family discipline! Well, he would go down to the basement and tinker around a bit, maybe make a new batch of web solution. Hopefully he wouldn't be disturbed down there…..

Author's Note:- Well, that was something...
How was it? It's my first time writing Fanfiction.
Please provide constructive criticism and reviews.
Shall I keep it as a One-shot or add more chapters?