Chapter Four: May I Have Another?

Peter must've walked around for at least two hours looking for the bag of money that fell from eighty stories high while he was having intercourse with Black Cat. He assumed the bag probably fell off the giant web due to the fact that he was bouncing up and down on it so hard, screwing the brains out of the Sydney Sweeney look-alike.

Once it started getting dark outside, Peter gave up looking for the money and decided to head home. He figured Uncle Ben and Aunt May were probably worried sick, especially after all the police cars showed up at the wrestling event.

When Peter walked through the front door of his house, he immediately knew something was wrong because Aunt May was sitting on the couch crying.

"What's wrong, Aunt May?" Peter asked, hoping her and Ben didn't have another argument about him staying out so late.

"I'm afraid it's your Uncle Ben, Peter. He's gone," May sobbed.

"What!?" Peter shockingly responded. "What happened?"

"I guess it all started when your uncle went to pick you up from the wrestling event," May started explaining. "I guess there was a robbery after the event. The police found the thief's partner knocked out in the elevator, apparently he was double-crossed. Then, your uncle spotted the thief leaving the venue, and he thought that the thief must've also stolen your bookbag, so he decided to give chase. Though, he must've been mistaken because I see that you have your bookbag with you now," she paused. "Then, after giving chase, he said the thief managed to swing away on a strange looking white rope. He also said he could swear the thief was wearing a red hardhat that looked just like the one he used to wear when he worked in construction."

Peter could only hold his breath, hoping she wouldn't be able to put two and two together. But more than anything else, he was eager to find out about what happened to his uncle.

"Anyways…" May continued. "After the thief got away, your uncle waited for you to come out of the arena, but you never did. He then went looking for you, thinking that you might have left out another exit or something. While he was walking around the block, he happened across the bag of money that had been stolen from the wrestling event. He said there must've been over ten-thousand dollars in the bag. And… you know your uncle, he was always one to return something that belonged to someone else. However, as he made his way back towards the venue, a limousine pulled up in front of a large penthouse building, and then, out walked a woman that looked just like a young Marisa Tomei. She was accompanied by a pimp, who apparently offers his clients the 'Hollywood girlfriend experience."

"Hammerhead!?" Peter thought aloud.

"Yes. That was his pimp name. How do you know him?" May asked, staring at Peter with a confused look on her face.

"I-I've heard people talk about him… because of his anvil-shaped head," Peter fibbed. "Anyway… What did Hammerhead do to Uncle Ben?"

"Hammerhead didn't do anything to him. It was that floozy, Marisa Tomei look-alike that did something to him."

"What are you talking about?" Peter was confused.

Your Uncle Ben left us for her, Peter. He's gone," May sighed.

"Wait! You mean to tell me, Uncle Ben is still alive? I thought, when you said he was gone, that he had somehow died," Peter remarked, relieved his uncle was all right. "And what do you mean, he left us for her?" he asked. "Uncle Ben always told me, the reason he fell in love with you was because you looked just like Marisa Tomei."

"Apparently, he said she looks like a younger version of me when I was in my twenties; the same way Marisa Tomei looked in that movie, My Cousin Vinny."

"If the Marisa Tomei look-alike is a prostitute, how could Uncle Ben be with her?" Peter asked. "I'm pretty sure Hammerhead wouldn't allow that to happen."

"He gave Hammerhead the entire bag of money that he found. Apparently, that amount of money will let your uncle have sex with her at least ten times," May replied. "Ben said he wouldn't need to do anything physical with me ever again, and that he could be with her once a month and be happy for the rest of his life."

Peter was in shock. "Who will I live with? Since he is my blood-uncle, does that mean I will have to live with him?"

"He said you could decide that for yourself," May replied. "I honestly think he doesn't want anything to do with us anymore," she sighed, reaching out for Peter's hand. "I know I married into your family, but you are more than welcome to live here with me for as long as you want."

She then stood up and put her arms around Peter's waist, giving him a rather tight hug.

Peter wasn't sure of what to say. He just simply put his arms around her, returning the hug in kind.

They stood there with their arms around each other for what seemed to be an eternity. May was gripping him tightly, and her cheek was firmly placed on his newly chiseled chest.

That's when Peter felt something strange happening. He was starting to get a semi in his pants. He always thought May was pretty, but now, with his Uncle Ben out of the picture, she suddenly looked even sexier to him.

Embarrassed, he quickly pulled himself away from her. "I've got a lot to think about, Aunt May," he said awkwardly, placing his bookbag in front of his lower mid-section. "Would it be okay if I excused myself? Maybe, after a good night's rest, I will be able to wrap my head around this whole ordeal."

"Sure, Peter," May replied. "We'll talk more about it during breakfast tomorrow morning.

Peter felt guilty as he laid in his bed. He couldn't help but blame himself for Uncle Ben walking out on Aunt May. If only he would have simply retrieved the money from Black Cat when he caught up to her, instead of allowing his hormones to take over, his Uncle Ben would've never found the money or ran into the younger Marisa Tomei look-alike. He wasn't even sure how he could make things right again. If his Uncle Ben did run into a younger Marisa Tomei look-alike, it would have nearly been impossible to not want to hump her brains out; especially if she looked like the Marisa Tomei from the movie, My Cousin Vinny. Peter was starting to salivate from just thinking about her; especially when he thought about the way she looked in the movie, The Wrestler.

Finally, Peter was able to get comfortable enough to fall asleep. Ever since the spider bite, he had to strip down to being naked when he slept because his body heat was higher than most other human's body heat would be. He had been averaging a body temperature of about one-hundred and three degrees lately, but it didn't affect him in a negative way.

While Peter was sleeping, May was doing the exact opposite. All she could do was wonder how, after all these years, Ben could just up and leave her like he did. He was even willing to leave Peter, and for what, some bitch-bimbo prostitute that looked cute? She thought she had always done enough to keep him happy; cooked; cleaned; made love to him whenever he was in need.

Then she started thinking about what Ben had told her about the robbery at the wrestling event. He said he swore he saw Peter's bookbag in the robber's hand. Plus, he said he thought the robber was wearing a construction hat which resembled the one he wore at one point. That's when she got up to go look in the closet. She remembered the red hard hat sitting on the top shelf. However, when she looked, the hard hat was no longer there.

"That's strange," May thought to herself. "I know I saw it here yesterday."

That's when a revelation entered her mind. "Could Peter have actually been involved with the robbery somehow?"

She immediately began marching towards Peter's room. She was about to knock, but then decided against it. "No. I can't ask him something like that. Peter would never do such a thing," she said, lowering her hand away from the door.

She turned around and began walking away, but something in her desperately wanted to know what was going on, so she turned back around, approached the door, and instead of knocking, she slowly turned the doorknob. It was unlocked.

The room was dark as she entered, but the light from the hallway allowed for her to see enough of the floor to try and look for Peter's bookbag. After gazing around a bit, she finally noticed the bookbag propped up in a corner, just on the other side of his bed. She tiptoed over to it, and picked it up. She then slowly unzipped it.

When she reached inside, she couldn't believe the items she found. Not only did she discover the red hard hat, but she also found four pairs of women's panties and a red and blue jogging suit, the same one Ben described.

Suddenly, May heard Peter begin to move around in his bed. She couldn't quite see him because the light from the hallway was mostly shining down on the floor. She took out her phone and turned on the flashlight. She then pointed it in Peter's direction.

Luckily, Peter's head was turned away, so the light didn't wake him. Though she did notice the sweat on the back of his neck.

She reached over to feel his forehead. He was burning up. "Poor Peter," she thought to herself.

She noticed he wasn't wearing a shirt. That's when she began shining the flashlight further down his body. "Oh my," she muttered embarrassingly, seeing his large erection.

At first she turned away, not wanting him to wake up and seeing her staring at him. But then she shined the flashlight towards the side of his face. "You look so much like your Uncle Ben when he was your age," she whispered.

Peter was dreaming about spending time with Mary Jane on a beach somewhere. MJ was wearing a tiny, hot-pink, two-piece string-bikini. Peter was laying on a beach towel when MJ emerged from the ocean, gazing directly at Peter. She then began walking towards him in a flirtatious manner.

MJ laid next to him. "Looking good, Tiger," she whispered in his ear.

Meanwhile, May couldn't help but think about how much Peter resembled Ben. Plus, Peter's perspiration had the usual uncontrollable pheromones lofting about the room.

May picked up Ben's hard hat and slowly placed it on Peter's head. "I remember those days," May started thinking. "I remember making sweet love to you after you came home from a long day of work."

Peter could feel MJ playing with his hair. She then softly started kissing his cheek. In real life, May was doing the same. MJ then started kissing her way down his neck. She continued moving down towards his chest, and then his stomach. Peter was rock hard. MJ then placed her hand on his cock and started stroking it up and down. May was doing the same thing. In her mind, she was somehow there with Ben.

MJ began licking the head of his penis like a lollipop. Peter was in ecstasy as MJ continued stroking the shaft with her fingertips, until finally placing her mouth on the head of his penis, slowly bobbing her head up and down.

"Oh, yes," Peter moaned.

MJ then sat up, pulled off her bikini bottoms, and straddled Peter's waist, rubbing her clit back and forth on his penis, allowing all her juices to lubricate the shaft.

She then took off her top, revealing her perky breasts, her nipples hard and perfectly placed nice and high.

Peter grabbed her breasts and began caressing them softly, causing her nipples to pop out that much further. May couldn't help but let out a moan herself, causing Peter to jerk a little in his sleep. She put her hand over her mouth and tried to muffle her pleasure.

May then lifted her bottom up for a moment, took hold of Peter's dick, and placed it inside her pussy.

His penis was huge, so she slowly lowered herself down onto it, moving herself up and down just a couple inches at a time, until it was completely inside of her.

Peter couldn't believe how tight MJ's pussy felt as she rocked her hips back and forth, her clit rubbing against his pubic hairs.

MJ then turned around and began riding him reverse cowgirl, her perfect ass bouncing up and down, her spine bending inward.

MJ moaned with pleasure. The moaning caused Peter to feel overly excited, causing the tingling feeling in his loins.

"I'm going to come!"

"Me too! Let's come together!

"Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!" Peter exclaimed.

"Oh, yes! Oh, yes! MJ screamed.

And then, at the last second, just before Peter came, he threw MJ off of him because he didn't want to explode inside of her.

In real life, it was actually May he threw off of him, causing a loud thud to hit the bedroom floor, also causing Peter to wake from his wet dream.

When he looked down at the floor, May was nowhere to be found, and all he could see was his bookbag and four pairs of panties lying next to it.

He then reached up and felt the hard hat on his head. "What the hell?" He muttered.

He looked down at his penis and realized he must have had another wet dream because his web-like semen had managed to get on the ceiling again.

The funny thing was, when he touched his penis, it was all slippery, as if he had actually just had sex.

"That's strange," he said, sniffing his fingers. "That dream felt so real. My hormones are really starting to play tricks on me."

Trying not to think much about it, he decided to roll back over and get a couple more hours of shuteye.

After waking up in the morning, he could smell something delicious cooking down in the kitchen. After getting dressed and going downstairs, he found a rather happy Aunt May preparing him some eggs, bacon, and pancakes, which surprised him because he wasn't expecting May to be in such a good mood.

"Good morning, Peter!" May announced jubilantly. "I hope you are hungry. I made you your favorite breakfast."

"Aunt May. You didn't have to." Peter said.

"Don't be silly, Petey. I figured it was the least I could do," she retorted. "And… you should just call me May from now on. Aunt May just makes me feel old."

"Sure thing, Aun- I mean, May."

After Peter ate, he made his way off to school. He couldn't wait to see what Miss Basinger might be wearing that day.

However, when he entered his first period science class, there was a substitute standing there.

Peter walked up to the teacher, "Where is Miss Basinger?" He asked.

"She called off today," they replied. "Apparently, she thinks she might be-"

Before the substitute teacher could say another word, someone came banging through the door. It was the pimp, Hammerhead.

"There you are, you little bastard!" He exclaimed as he quickly approached Peter.

Peter was in complete shock. "I know I owe you money… And I swear I'm gonna pay ya!" Peter proclaimed.

"I'm not here for the money!" Hammerhead retorted. "I'm here because you got three of my best girls PREGNANT!"

(Gulp)