93: Confronting George

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Laura wasn't sure why she felt so heartbroken by what Peter said, they weren't even that close, he wasn't even her boyfriend, she was just someone who he fucked. She was nothing to him, just like he told her.

And yet her heart broke into pieces.

Why? What did it matter if he didn't be with her?

She hadn't done anything wrong, but still, it hurt her. It bothered her that she cared for him the way she did, just after they fucked for some time. Why did she do it?

Why did she actually want him to stay with her in the house forever, and not go anywhere else?

It was like she had fallen in love with him, or something...

Maybe that's what was happening. Or maybe it wasn't true at all, and Laura just wanted a boyfriend, so she could have sex with him every day.

Was she just a horny slut?

Or did she really fall in love with someone so quickly?

Why did she fall, though, if she did?

Laura felt as if he was someone superior, someone she needed to serve, someone she needed to comply with.

But why did she feel that way?

It was as if he were some superior being, someone she was supposed to serve with her whole being.

Didn't that make sense? She knew she wasn't a submissive person, but she was being oddly submissive, oddly docile.

Didn't that mean she would always obey a superior one?

Someone like Peter?

Laura didn't know.

All she knew was that she loved him.

And that she wished he would never leave her.

How she fell or why she fell, Laura didn't know nor did she care.

Was it just sex she desired? Was she just a slut?

No. Laura knew better than that. It was more than that.

What it came down to, she realized, was that she wanted to please him.

She wanted to serve him.

And she wanted to keep doing those things until the end of her life.

Laura hugged her legs tighter, wondering why she was thinking this way, wondering why her mind was doing this to her, wondering why she was doing this to herself.

What sorcery was this? What did he do to her?

Whatever it was, it felt good. And she wanted to keep feeling it for the rest of her life.

But then again, she also realized that she was in danger.

In danger because she liked it too much.

Why did she like him so much?

Laura chuckled lightly, a dark look in her eyes as she looked at the wall in front of her, a dark look in her heart as she thought about him.

He was beautiful. He was handsome. And he was smart.

Peter was intelligent, charming, and witty.

He was everything.

Peter was making out with his aunt when the doorbell rang, making him curse under his breath and pull away from her, much to her pleading eyes.

"Let them wait," May whispered, pulling him before kissing him on the lips. "They'll understand."

Peter kissed her for a few seconds before pulling away, delivering a hard slap on her butt, making her whimper a little.

"I need to go answer that!"

May groaned as she stood up straight, grabbing a towel off of her dresser before wrapping it around herself. She glared at him playfully before walking inside the bathroom.

Peter, on the other hand, went down to see who it was. He opened the front door to find George standing there, looking at him with an unreadable face.

Peter felt his stomach fall, memories of his breakup with Gwen coming back to his brain. After all, he'd only just gotten over her. Not to mention how upset she had been about their relationship ending...

He looked away, rubbing the back of his head as he sighed.

"Hey George," he said simply, trying not to let his voice crack.

George nodded at him. "Is everything okay?" he asked, stepping inside the house.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Peter assured him.

"I meant between you and Gwen," George replied, taking a seat by the table.

"Well..." Peter paused, unsure if he should tell him or not. "I still want to be with her."

"That's good," George muttered, crossing his arms. "I was hoping you guys would get back together."

"Me too, but-"

"But what is it I hear about cheating and all that?" George cut in, his expression turning stern. "What happened?"

"We were going through some stuff..." Peter admitted.

"And you slept with your aunt?" George asked, letting out a laugh. "And some other women as well? That you intend to keep it that way? What is this Peter?!" George lost his composure a little, it seemed he could only take so much.

Peter winced lightly, but sighed, waiting for George to calm himself. Which the latter did, being very experienced in controlling himself.

After all, decisions made while overwhelmed by emotions led to worst scenarios, more often than not.

George stared at him, asking for answers without asking.

"Well, where do I begin..."

Peter sighed.

He had thought about this, quite a lot. And he'd decided that he'd tell truths with lies.

He needed an excuse for this harem bullshit he got himself into.

After all, being honest wasn't always the right thing to do. And at the moment, being completely honest was anything but beneficial for him.

Peter was a bastard, that was he sure of himself, he wasn't a saint, nor will he ever be one.

So he decided to lie.

Partially.

It was the only option he had.

"You know how the world is becoming a weird place by the day, right George?"

George nodded.

"And you should also know people with powers only thought to be fiction and imagination are popping up everywhere?"

George nodded gravely.

"I happen to be one of these people."

George's eyes widened a little, but he recomposed himself in a jiffy. He would be surprised, of course, Peter was someone he knew for a long time, and George never even considered that Peter could be something like the new people popping up recently.

At least that's how Peter thought how George thought.

"And my power, well," Peter scratched his head. "It happens to overwhelm my mind and take over me if I don't sleep with new women. Or don't sleep with women."

George looked at him incredulously.

"I'm being honest, George." Peter ground his teeth. "The first time I awakened this 'power' so to speak, I forced myself on Gwen. The result you know already. I know what happens if I don't satiate this, let's call it 'hunger'. And I don't want what happened to Gwen to happen to anyone."

George looked at him, still stunned.

"This is why I have to sleep with women, George. It's the only way I can control myself."

George looked at him, still dumbfounded.

"It's like I have something inside of me, a caged beast, eager to let loose, eager to wreak havoc. I don't want that, George. I don't want to hurt a woman I know. I hurt Gwen once, and I regretted it. That's why I tried extra hard to make up with her. And that's exactly why I have multiple women. Not because I can't have one-night stands to satiate my hunger, but because I want to be with multiple women whom I can rely on to control the beast within me if need be."

Wow.

Peter was surprised at how much bullshit he could spout to George.

"If it makes you feel any better, I won't force myself on you, George," Peter joked to lighten the mood a little, seeing the look of disbelief on the man's face. "I'm not a monster. I am straight, thank you very much."

George chuckled lightly, and fell into contemplation, leaning back on the sofa and rubbing his neck tiredly.

"Well," he muttered. "This explains a lot. But I still don't want to believe it, it's absurd. Why should I believe it? It could very well be bullshit, how can I believe it. I so much want to punch you, too, do you know how sad Gwen is? She's heartbroken."

"This is why I didn't want to tell her this... This is why I avoided it all this time. I can't just say 'Oh, by the way, I have powers and I have to go sleep with other women so I don't lose control of myself. Can you still be with someone like me?' now, can I?"

George looked at him, a frown on his face.

"And as for the proof... Well," Peter sighed.

He was so not looking forward to this. But, he could tell his future father-in-law this much, no?

"I'm Spider-Man," Peter revealed, summoning his suit for a few seconds before going back to his previous attire. "This should explain some of my powers."

George blinked, staring at him.

"Spider-Man?" he repeated, and slowly, realization dawned on him, making his eyes widen.

'Well, it went better than I expected.' Peter thought, seeing George's retreating back.

The man had left just now, after making sure of some things and making Peter promise a lot of things.

George didn't want Peter and Gwen to be apart, it seemed.

Which was understandable.

Now all that was left to do was to make up with Gwen, which George wasn't going to help with.

So, Peter would have to do it himself.

Peter had some plans about it, of course.

First of which was making her extremely jealous and taking advantage of it.

Felicia Hardy was a part of that plan as well.

Of course, he was seriously thinking of dating Felicia, not just taking advantage of her to make Gwen jealous. The jealousy part was just a plus of all this, he liked Felicia a little.

He really wished they could go out on a date or something.

She'd asked him out, kind of, so Peter wanted to go on with it sooner than later. Jessica knew the harem shit, so there wouldn't be a problem with her.

Jessica had said that she would consider it, and that she would tell him when she would eventually ask him out for a dinner, but he knew that he had to wait a bit for that to happen.

So, he would date Felicia now, at least that was his plan for now. He hoped that Gwen would forgive him by then, if not, he would have to make her jealous again.

He smiled slightly, that sounded like a fun game to play.

Peter went back into aunt May's room, and found her sitting on the bed, fully dressed again.

He frowned; how dare this woman dress up.

He had yet to fuck her.

Heh...

Peter got to the bed and, much to May's little fake protests, he kissed her neck, pulling on her dress. Aunt May let him do so without resisting. Peter smiled at that. Then, he started groping her tits from behind as she panted. He tried to lift her top off, but it was too tight for him to get his hand inside of it.

So, he tore it without hesitation.

When the fabric separated, Peter saw a very sexy red bra underneath with thin straps, showing that these were real breasts, not silicon. Peter couldn't resist squeezing them in his hands. They felt nice and firm.

He kept that going for several seconds before Aunt May grabbed his head and pulled it down to hers.

She then kissed him passionately, pushing his tongue into his mouth. Her lips were soft and sweet, and they tasted like bubblegum, which made Peter smile.

As he kissed her, his hands worked wonders to remove her pants, shorts, socks, shoes, and any other article of clothing she wore. After that, he moved down before he licked her inner thighs, making her squirm in pleasure.

Peter then went ahead and gave her pussy lips a lick.

When he did that, he heard a moan escape her lips, and he knew she enjoyed it. However, he didn't stop there, because he wanted to do more.

Peter slid his tongue into her slit, tasting her sweet juices. When he did that, she moaned louder, and her legs pushed back against him.

This time around, he had no trouble reaching her clit with his tongue, and he sucked and nibbled it gently. That made Aunt May moan even louder, which only encouraged him to do more.

But he forced himself to stop, just when she was about to reach her orgasm, so he could see that frustrated look on her face. It always was a turn-on for him.

"Don't...stop," May said, panting and moaning. "Please don't."

Peter smirked, bit her clit, and moved up, kissing her abdomen while he did that. As he did that, he removed his shirt, revealing his chest.

May smiled and put her arms around him, squeezing him tightly. She loved feeling him.

Then, Peter moved down and licked her navel.

Before long, he moved up to kiss he lips, sucking on her tongue for a while. Then, he pushed her into the bed, sitting on top of her stomach, already fully naked.

As she stared at him in confusion, Peter grabbed her big boobs and put his cock amidst them, using her pussy juices as a lubricant. He rubbed it between her boobs, making her gasp.

That turned him on, so made her hands grab her boobs together as he grabbed her head, forcing his cock head inside her mouth. Aunt May moaned at that, wanting more.

So, Peter fucked her mouth, slowly but surely. He liked doing that.

Just as he was getting ready to cum, Aunt May stopped him by putting both of her hands on his hips, stopping him from moving.

Peter groaned; she made sure to take revenge eh?

Peter looked down at her.