Burgundy
Happy face.
Mary Jane was an actor - she could put on a happy face on cue, a perfect smile. The though secret was in the eyes.
She was, of course, actually happy. How could she not be? Peter was coming home. Her husband was alright.
He was gone for a whole work week, five days. After three, he had been lucid enough to talk, whatever was in his system was mostly flushed out, mostly. She was allowed to video call him then, and at the time, it had been easy enough to hold her face, to talk easily and evenly, as if nothing at all was amiss.
Happy face.
But as she rode the elevator in the Baxter Building, her mask was slipping, the weight of what she did increasing as the elevator traversed upward. The flagrant, ineluctable truth of what she had done.
She cheated on Peter.
Cheated on him with his own protégé. Cheated on him with his TEENAGE protégé.
Mary Jane had to lean against the elevator wall, the thought of her actions suddenly making her legs wobble, trapped in the metal box with her inescapable shame and guilt
Happy face.
The inescapable FACT that SHE had seduced 15-year-old Miles Morales.
DING.
The elevator doors slid open, and it was time for Mary Jane to see how good of an actress she really was.
“Welcome!”
Mary Jane was greeted by Roberta, The Fantastic Four’s android receptionist. “I’m-”
“Mary Jane Watson-Parker, yes. Reed is expecting you. Head straight back and to the left, to the biological sub-lab.” The kindly robot instructed.
“Uhm, thanks.” Mary Jane said, nodding her head. She walked past the receptionist desk, eyes peeking to the side to notice that ‘Roberta’ didn’t have legs under the desk. She followed the instructions and went back to the lab, a pair of sliding doors hissing open when she got close to it.
On the other side, two of the Four were in fact waiting for her, Sue and Reed. “Ah, Mary Jane, you got our message.” Reed said, noting her arrival.
“We were just finishing up.” Sue added.
Mary Jane wasn’t really paying attention to either of them, nor the straight of the art equipment beeping and booping in the lab. Her eyes were locked in between the two of them, where her husband sat on a table.
He was looking back, his face glowing with relieved happiness. He hopped off the table, landing several feet away, and bounded over to Mary Jane in two steps. He wrapped his arms around her, in a large embrace.
“Hey Red.” He said. “Hey Tiger.” She replied.
He pulled back and kissed her, deep and lovingly. Mary Jane returned it the best she could. “I’ve missed you so much.” He told her, after breaking the kiss.
“I’ve missed you too.” That wasn’t a lie. Going without him had been strange, but hardly the strangest thing she had done in the last few days.
“Well, I guess this is as official as it can be - I’m relinquishing Peter here over to you. We believe the dangers are behind us, but if ANYTHING should arise, please don’t hesitate to call, or come back.”
“Thank you, Reed. You’re a lifesaver.” Peter said. “No no, I’m just a scientist.”
Reed didn’t think it was a good idea for Peter to swing them home just yet, so he had a car waiting for them when they got back down to the lobby. They get in the back of the car, self-driving of course, and for the first time in a while, Peter un-tenses.
“It’s been a long few days.” He sighs, leaning back in the upholstered seats. Mary Jane leaned over, placing her head on his shoulder.
“We’ve had longer - worse.”
“Hm. I don’t know - this time felt different. All because I was careless, cocky. Lord knows what could’ve happened if Miles hadn’t been there in that building, or at the apartment - He really saved me.”
The fact that Mary Jane kept her face straight was a miracle.
And the award goes to-
x-x-x
Mary Jane didn’t know if Miles was using his sticking powers on her, or if it was just his above natural grip, but he was holding her tight.
She was drawn up to the height of her knees, Miles holding her up to his chest, one hand gripping her hip, while the other moved and groped her tits, pulling and jostling her about, cock ramming into her from behind. She didn’t have anything to hold onto, trying to reach back and grab whatever she could; her hands landed on Miles’ hips, enticing the young man to buck even harder into her, subconsciously pulling and guiding him along
On the bed, they were across from the full sized mirror that Mary Jane kept in the corner - they were quite a sight; a mass of contrast. Brown hands on Mary Jane’s pale skin, gripping, grabbing, pleasuring. Mary Jane was almost getting hypnotized by their own vision, as if she was watching in slow-mo as it happened, her own live sex-tape.
Eventually Miles pushed her forward, burning her face into the sheets with a strong hand, putting an end to her picture.
x-x-x
The elevator ride up was silent - Peter was antsy, Mary Jane could tell. Despite being good enough of an actor to keep his secret hidden for years, he couldn’t keep his face straight here to save his life.
“How bad is it?” He finally asks as they almost reach the top.
“Not so bad.” Mary Jane told him. Wasn’t exactly a lie, she had gotten used to it over the last few days. Her answer didn’t seem to offer Peter any comfort, as he was still fidgeting around. “Seriously, it isn’t so bad.”
Peter just nodded his head.
When they finally get to the apartment, Peter’s face fell. While the apartment was mostly fixed, there were still clear signs of the repair in progress. Probably not of issue to someone with a less analytic mind than Peter’s, or for someone who wasn’t directly responsible.
“I’m so sorry.” Peter apologized, voice heavy. A pang of guilt shot through Mary Jane, adding to the already large stockpile she had. She wheeled around to cup his face, looking him in the eye.
“Come on, none of that.” She urged. “It could’ve been worse. We’re OKAY. Everything can be replaced.”
As she finished her encouragement, Mary Jane realized that Peter wasn’t even looking at her, but past her. She turned her head to see what had his attention.
Lying on the floor, next to the wall, was Peter and Mary Jane’s wedding photo. The glass shattered and cracked, and the frame broken and crooked.
Mary Jane looked back at Peter to see his completely dread stricken face.
“I’m so sorry.” He said again, voice thick with emotion, looking down at his feet. Mary Jane hated seeing him like this, when his guilt ate away at him. She pulled him into a tight hug, letting him bury his face into the crook of her neck.
“It’s okay, Peter.” she said softly. “It’s okay. Everything can be replaced, even a frame. It’ll be as good as new, as if nothing happened.”
Peter made a noise into her neck, and wrapped her arms around her tightly. It was a nice moment, so nice that Mary Jane almost forgot how the frame actually got broken.
x-x-x
Enhanced stamina was a trademark of Spider-people, but Miles was something else.
It had been HOURS of fucking, seemingly without any need for a break. Mary Jane and Peter had marathon sex over the years, but even the original Spider-Man had an upper limit on his stamina in relation to the bedroom. Perhaps it was just teenage youth and exuberance, perhaps it was something deeper, but Miles was truly pushing Mary Jane to her human limits.
Miles had no problems carrying her through it. Quite literally. When Mary Jane would get too exhausted, go limp in ecstasy, Miles would keep on fucking, lifting and working her body, mostly for his own pleasure, using her like a fuckdoll on his cock, but Mary Jane certainly wasn’t dulled to the sensations, even if her limbs were.
He didn’t seem to be interested in keeping things localized to the bedroom, either.
Miles scooped up Mary Jane, holding her by his grip on her plump ass while she tried to keep upright with her arms around his neck and legs hooked around his waist. He walked them back into the living room, hips pumping and fucking into her cunt with each step, making Mary Jane bounce around deliciously.
He fucked her all over the apartment, throwing her over the cold granite of the Kitchen counters and railing into her from behind, fucking her with her ankles pressed over her head against the couch, tits first and standing against the remaining glass of their balcony - if he was any rougher, they might’ve needed to do more repairs. He even fucked her up against the wall, the same wall that had photos of Mary Jane’s sister, Aunt May, her and Peter’s wedding portrait.
Miles slapped upwards between Mary Jane’s spread legs, each thrust making her go to her tip-toes as she clawed behind her, trying to hang on. Each thrust shook the wall, threatening to push Mary Jane clear through it. With each slam, the pictures hanging on the wall bounced on and shook on their supports, until-
There was a crash. The sound of shattering glass.
Mary Jane was only able to spare it a glance, as Miles was still fucking away. Her wedding photo, in a heap of broken glass on the floor. She remembered Peter insisted it be taken with
his own camera, something about it captured the true color of the world. Mary Jane had no idea if that were true or not, but it sounded romantic.
Now it was on the floor, in a cracked frame, while Mary Jane stood beside it, cunt gushing and staining the floor. It should’ve mattered, it SHOULD have given her pause, but it didn’t - it COULDN’T. Right now, all that was important was the cock driving into her cunt, making sure to tighten and clench her pussy so to grip Miles’ length - he saved her, he deserved a heroes’ reward, right? Making sure her lips were against his own, against his neck, his chest, anywhere they’d reach.
The picture wasn’t going anywhere.
x-x-x
In all good consciousness, Mary Jane couldn’t say things went back to normal, but her and Peter fell back into their usual pattern quickly - back into the swing of things, so to say. Peter got right back to work, both his day job and the hero kind.
It was as if nothing had happened, as far as Peter was concerned. He spent the initial evening since his return fixating on getting the apartment back in shape, insisting they get whatever furnishings met Mary Jane’s eyes, regardless of cost.
Because of the unspecified reason Mary Jane gave her agency, most of her shoots were re-scheduled two or so weeks out. That meant she had more free time than she had in a long time. Perhaps if she HAD been busy, bogged down with her schedule, shoots and traveling, she'd be able to distract herself, to avoid thinking about what she had done. But the idleness was a curse, giving her too much time to think, to regret, to contemplate.
She, of course, continued to put on an award-winning performance in front of Peter - she was lucky that his Spidey-sense didn't pick up on inner turmoil. Peter was none the wiser, but over the next few days Mary Jane, every time Peter returned home, she thought “is this the day?”
Is this the day he finds out? The day that Miles had a sudden urge to confess, to come clean about what he and Mary Jane did. Was this the day that her life with Peter would come to an end?
But the day never came.
Everyday Peter would return home, as cheery as ever, bringing takeout, kissing her on the cheek, and continue on in his ignorance. If anything, he was still feeling guilty about his feral episode, waiting on Mary Jane hand and foot. Mary Jane tried to assure him that he had done nothing wrong, that he had no reason to feel guilty, unlike her, but if there was one thing you couldn't take away from Peter was his guilt.
So things were normal.
Normal routine, normal husband, normal sex. Peter was almost hesitant to touch her again, as if he was afraid to hurt her - it had inadvertently been a blessing for Mary Jane, giving her time to
heal from the bruises Miles had left upon her. When they finally did couple again, things were as normal as ever. Simply good.
Normal.
When Mary Jane awoke the next morning - after tossing and turning as she had done for days now, Peter was already hurriedly getting dressed.
“Hey, didn’t mean to wake you.” He said apologetically, pulling up his pants while trying to button his shirt at the same time.
“It’s okay.” She replied groggily. “I needed to get up anyway. What’s the rush?”
“Reed got some important samples into the lab today - some real wild DNA sequences that-”
When Peter talked deep science, Mary Jane knew to tune him out, letting the niche terminology and descriptions just wash over her.
“-and the applications could be endless.” Peter finally finished some minutes later, now dressed in everything except his shoes. “I'll probably be there all day, so no need to wait up for dinner.“
He slipped into his shoes, and went to the bedside, leaning down to give his wife a quick kiss.
”Bye, love you.“ He said as quickly as he left, walking out the bedroom, and then out the front door, the door slamming behind him.
”Love you too.“ Mary Jane replied to no one.
Mary Jane stayed in bed a while longer, feeling sorry for herself. When she finally moved, all she did was move to the living room, and lie on the new couch, staring at the ceiling, the plaster being a screen that her memory projected her illicit sex tape on, over and over. There was no explaining this, no escaping her own mind. She had to confront this, confront herself.
Which meant confronting Miles.
She got out her phone. She had Miles’ number, Peter had given it to her for emergencies. This probably didn’t constitute as one by Peter’s standards, but it damn sure was one for the tormented Mary Jane. She went to his contact, and opened a new message, ready to type. She ended up looking at the blank conversation for several long minutes, trying to think of what in the world she could even say.
‘Hey, I know you’re probably in your HIGH SCHOOL class, but we need to talk about the sex we had.’
Probably wasn’t a good idea to admit to sex crimes over telecommunications, so Mary Jane landed on We need to talk. Come when you can.
There. Firm, and not too desperate, unlike how she was actually feeling.
Unfortunately for her, there was now the waiting for him to respond, which the already, anxiety riddled Mary Jane could do without. She tried to keep busy and not look at her phone every 30 seconds, cleaning, watching daytime television, even going out and jogging around the block, but nothing worked, as she was constantly glancing at her phone, waiting for a response.
She got one sometime around one, when three ellipses popped up on the message. They blinked there for several seconds, before disappearing. Then a moment later, they came back.
K
‘K?” Mary Jane frowned. Was that all he had to say? ‘K?” What was she supposed to do with that?
She was about to write back, when Miles added another message.
Can meet at 9:00, after patrol… Peter? Out. Mary Jane responded.
- Miles typed again.
‘Teenagers’ Mary Jane thought, before realizing what a wrong thought that was.
She put her phone away, not wanting to be tempted into sending Miles another message. Peter sent her a voice note halfway through the day saying that work was going well, and reaffirming that’d he be home late. Mary Jane asked if he’d be home around nine, and Peter replied closer to midnight. Mary Jane breathed a sigh of relief, then immediately felt guilty about it. Meeting a young lover while the husband was away - what a cliché. Still, it NEEDED to happen - they couldn’t just leave what happened between them unspoken.
Unfortunately for Mary Jane, that conversation was eight hours away, and the young wife didn’t know what to do with herself. She showered to kill some time, then went to the gym to use the treadmill for an hour, then showered again - that still left her with six hours to go.
x-x-x
Painstakingly, the hours ticked away as 9 o’clock rolled around. Mary Jane spent most of it, laying in bed, counting the grooves in her ceiling, letting her imagination and guilt get the best of her. Around 8, she realized she was wearing her ratty sweats, and felt the unconscious urge to dress up for Miles again - she didn’t want to seem TOO desperate, like she was trying to seduce him again, that would give off the wrong message.
Just something casual, comfortable. Something that doesn’t make it obvious you’ve been rotting in bed all day.
She upturned her drawers, trying to find something to wear, something modest, but nice. However, Mary Jane’s unconscious mind had other ideas, as she managed to end up in a very loose fitting tank top that showed off a generous amount of side boob, and a pair of shorts that disappeared halfway up her ass when she walked three steps.
At 9 o'clock on the dot, Miles swung onto her balcony. She tried to make it seem like she hadn’t been waiting on him, that she was busy in the kitchen with something. Miles saw her, and gave her a small wave through the glass. Mary Jane motioned for him to come in. He slid the door open, and walked inside, taking off his mask and shaking out his hair before regarding her again.
“Hi.” He said, sounding a bit awkward.
“Miles.” Mary Jane replied, sounding just as awkward but TRYING to be the adult in the room. “How was school?”
She mentally kicked herself for asking that. Miles just shrugged. “Same old, same old.” He responded vaguely, but smiling at her
They could make awkward small talk at each other all night - Mary Jane needed to get to the point.
“We need to talk…about that night.” She said, trying to keep her voice even. Miles regarded her for a moment, before nodding his head, simply saying. “Alright
He walked deeper into the room, moving and sitting on the couch, getting comfortable. Mary Jane sat down beside him, purposely leaving some space. She cleared her throat, trying to remember what she rehearsed, but Miles cut in.
“It’s good to see you, by the way.” He told her, rubbing the back of his neck.
Oh…thank you.” Mary Jane replied, a blush forming on her cheeks; she didn’t really know what to say to that. “But…we’re not here for small talk. This…is serious.”
“Right.” Miles replied, nodding his head lazily. His brow knitted for a moment. “Do you think Peter-”
“No.” Mary Jane cut off. “He doesn’t suspect anything - why would he? That night was… it was-” “Spontaneous?” Miles tried.
“Out of nowhere.” Mary Jane clarified. “I’ve never… I’ve never acted like that, never done
anything like that before.”
Mary Jane looked at Miles, and she swore he had a slight look of PRIDE on his face.
“Well, it was a first for me too, ya know?” Miles replied with a shrug. “I was just doing what felt natural.”
“There was nothing NATURAL about what we did.” Mary Jane bit back. “I… you should be talking to girls your age, dating.”
Miles regarded her with a raised eyebrow for a second. Mary Jane realized for all her rehearsal, none of it meant anything when he was sitting right there, reacting to her. Practicing in the mirror was easy. Her reflection always agreed with her. She really had no real way of guessing how Miles would be on the other side of this - his nerdy awkwardness was still there, how he fidgeted, how he was trying to put on the air of aloofness - Peter used to do much of the same, but there was something else with Miles now, something solid, self-possessed, traits that a hero should have, but somehow emanating as he just sat there.
“Not really interested in any of the girls my age.” Miles finally said, trying to look unconcerned. “Don’t have time for them anyway.”
“That isn't the point” Mary Jane said, scrubbing her hand over her face. “What is the point, then?” Miles wondered, genuinely asking.
“I...well- UGH!” Mary Jane groaned in frustration, burying her face in her hands. She had held it together all week with Peter, but now she was there in front of Miles again, and she could barely get a coherent sentence out.
She felt the couch shift a bit, then, a hand rubbing circles on her back - she flinched at Miles’ touch, turning her head to give him a disapproving frown.
“Hey, come on.” He said soothingly. “Everything’s fine.”
He sounded so sure, so care free, and that set Mary Jane off. She jumped to her feet and wheeled around to stand in front of the teen, surprising him
“Everything is NOT fine!” She said, getting loud now. “We had sex! I had sex with YOU - the teenage protégé of my HUSBAND! Do you get what that means? Can you even fathom how this changes things?”
Miles’ eyes were wide, and his eyebrows in the middle of his forehead, clearly unsure of what to say. That was okay, since Mary Jane’s tirade wasn’t quite finished.
“We had sex. We fucked. You’re FIFTEEN for god’s sake! Christ, I’m some kind of criminal now. A teenager my husband trusts with his life, with MY life - Fuck, we did in our bed! Peter’s bed!”
“Mary Jane, what do you want me to say?” Miles pressed. Mary Jane could only shake her head. He really didn’t get it.
She stared him down, her heart pounding furiously. Her body tingled, cheeks hot. It was nerves. It was anxiety. She told herself such. It wasn’t anything else. It wasn’t excitement.
But Mary Jane knew that wasn’t true. The truth was… it was more… it was darker. And as the week had gone on, it grew and grew and grew in the back of her head. Until she couldn’t escape it. Or ignore it.
Miles needed to understand.
The redhead swallowed. Her heart was racing. She felt light, like she was starting to float.
“Miles… that night… what we did… I’ve never… I’ve never felt anything like that.” Mary Jane felt a lump in her throat. The truth was there, waiting at the tip of her tongue. She had to force it out. Mary Jane felt a tremble roll through her body.
“Miles… it was the best fuck I’ve ever had.”
She had blurted the words. She gasped the moment they left her lips. The room fell silent. Mary Jane stared forward almost in a trance, blindside by her own admission.
The best fuck I’ve ever had.
Perhaps she was being hyperbolic, exaggerating. It couldn’t POSSIBLY be true. But as her brain raced, pulling forward memories of her love life, with Peter, before Peter, during their numerous splits, it kept landing on the same truth.
Miles was her peak, her pinnacle. The best she ever had.
Her eyes refocused, and she saw Miles again, his face a mix of pure surprise and sheer wonderment at her words.
“The best I’ve ever had.” She repeated. “The BEST I’ve ever had.” This time almost sounding delirious.
Suddenly, it was all so clear, so obvious. The haze that had fogged her mind for days was clear, and her path forward unobstructed.
She thought she had called Miles there to find some understanding, to try and make sense of what they had done, to make some sort of concession or denial, to try and explain herself and mitigate her guilt. But now, she realized, she had only called him over for one thing.
She reached for the bottom of her shirt, and lifted, pulling her top off in one swift motion. “What… what are you doing?” Miles wheezed, eyes locking onto Mary Jane’s bouncing tits.
“I have to know.” She replied frantically. She shimmied out of her shorts and underwear next. “I have to know if this is real. That it wasn’t a fluke. I need to know.”
Naked, Mary Jane stepped forward boldly, sitting herself down into Miles’ lap without invitation. It wasn’t as if the teen was complaining, as he immediately took two handfuls of her plump ass and received a face full of tits. She shivered at how his eyes widened, and his hands gripped her, already feeling him trying to buck up into her, youthful exuberance. She felt his lips seek out her nipple, unable to keep from licking.
“I need to know.” Mary Jane repeated breathily. “So we’re going to fuck. A repeat performance. Just to be sure.”
“Now?” Miles asked a bit too stupidly for his IQ, and the fact that he had Mary Jane naked in his lap.
“Now.” She affirmed. She let out a dizzy laugh. “I’ve spent all week feeling like shit, guilty, not knowing when the hammer would come down. Worse, I was CONFUSED. I didn’t know why we did what we did, how it could happen. But the truth was right in front of me. So yes. Now.”
x-x-x
There was no time like the present, and presently Mary Jane was getting fucked into her new couch.
Her arms thrown over the back, clutching at the upholstery for dear life. Her legs were spread wide, feet facing east and west, her body given no space as Miles was pressed against her, inside her, cock pumping and drilling. They were both sweaty, both breathing ragged - Mary Jane’s voice was hoarse from screaming, but she still managed to howl.
Her head twisted and turned and bobbed, unable to stand still from all the stimulation, but when she DID lock eyes with Miles, she saw something, a raw energy in his eyes, different from their previous coupling. They were the eyes of a man with something to prove. And he was making his argument with every harsh thrust that threatened to upturn the sofa.
It was safe to say the experiment had a clear conclusion - this was Miles. Seemingly with each thrust of his hips he graduated from Spider-Man’s protégé, his sidekick. No, Miles was his own beast, one that could make Mary Jane cum and shake in ways she didn’t even know were possible. As pleasure continued to overtake Mary Jane suddenly so many possibilities were in front of her, so many new paths to explore, ones she once never would have even dreamed to consider.
And they all included Miles Morales.
The truth was… Mary Jane didn’t want to stop.
Miles had something to prove. Against Peter. Against the world. And Mary Jane wanted him to win.
x-x-x
Mary Jane shouldn’t have been surprised about what an amazing, spectacular Spider-Man could do. She had seen Peter lift 18-wheelers. Yet the fact that Miles was still hard and full of energy after NINE hours - Mary Jane would have to find a new and unique adjective for him.
They were in the shower again, this time, at least for Mary Jane, to actually get clean. Miles, of course, had other ideas.
“Miles.” Mary Jane warned without any real bite.
Miles ignored her, more focused on his task at hand: he had her pressed against the fogged glass, the sheer firmness of his body able to keep her there, as his hands groped the sides of her tits while his cock sawed between her thighs, shockingly hard as ever. He had offered to wash her back, but had long since abandoned that promise.
“Miles, we need-” Mary Jane began, only to be cut off as Miles slid his length into her hot cunt once again. Her moan was smothered as Miles reached for her chin, and turned her face to steal a kiss from behind.
All protests died in her throat. Miles’s tongue invaded her mouth and she probed his in return. Their kiss deepened. Just like their first kiss, it made her head spin. She moaned into the teenager’s mouth.
Mary Jane was lucky they had a good boiler, because it was going to be a long shower.
x-x-x
“You need to go to school.”
Mary Jane had sent Miles away so that she could ACTUALLY shower. He left after much chagrin and much more groping. When Mary Jane got out of the shower 15 minutes later, Miles was in the bedroom waiting for her, stroking his still hard cock.
“I can skip.” Miles replied quickly and hopefully. Mary Jane shook her head, wet hair swinging.
“No, you can’t.” She told him. He opened his mouth to argue, but she cut him off… by planting a kiss on his lips and taking his cock in her hand. She shouldn’t have done that. It went against the point she was trying to make. But still she stroked him as she spoke. “Skipping means truancy, truancy means they might check your room. If you’re not there, that means calls to your parents and then that brings up the question of where you’ve been all night.”
“I can say I was with a friend.” Miles offered a bit lamely. He let out a groan, lifting his hips to try and fuck his long cock into her hand.
Mary Jane sighed, moving to sit on the bed beside the teen. Immediately, Miles reached between her legs, but Mary Jane covered herself, pushing his wandering hand to her thigh while he peppered kisses on her neck. They were nice enough for her to ALMOST relent, but she stayed firm. As did the fat prick in her hand. She kept pumping him, feeling the young man throb against her fingers.
“You have to go, and you know it.” She said simply.
She felt her hand become slick. Miles had started leaking precum. That finally made her stop. She let his manhood drop back against his thigh. They had just gotten out of the shower. It wasn’t right to make a mess all over again.
Miles groaned and frowned in a childish way, one that said, ‘I know you’re right, but I don’t want to admit it.’ Mary Jane watched his dark shaft twitch sadly between his legs.
Poor thing, she thought.
“Okay, yeah.” He said after a moment. “I got a quiz first period anyway.”
Mary Jane gave him a gentle smile as he got up from the bed and went to put his clothes on; she did the same. Both of them got dressed together. - it almost felt domestic.
And before he left for school, Mary Jane gave the teenager one last kiss. She didn’t know why she did that. But she knew it felt nice.
x-x-x
They had made the most of their time, once again fucking all over the apartment - they had about two more hours before Peter got home, which was more than enough time for several more intense rounds of coupling. More than enough time for Mary Jane to empty Miles’ full, potent balls.
They’d fucked in the couch. Fucked in the kitchen. He’d put her up against the wall, taking her from behind.
She put her mouth to work on his rod again, bathing him with her tongue. Took him in her throat, trying to last longer with her gullet stuffed with his meat. What a sight they must have made. Mary Jane shivered thinking about it.
Now they were back in the bedroom. The bedroom she shared with Peter. Flat on her belly in the place where her husband slept, Mary Jane Watson-Parker moaned and squealed as the teenager stud drilled into her from above. Snapping his hips down, stabbing his fat cock between her cheeks. Deep into her soaking wet pussy.
“Ha- harder! Miles- Fuck… Harder!” She could hardly get the words out. Every deep punch of Miles’ cock left her breathless.
Just like before, he was splitting her apart. Just like before, it was more intense than anything she’d ever felt. More than what she felt with Peter. With anyone.
She craved more. She needed more.
Deep in her heart, deep in her soul, Mary Jane Watson-Parker knew this was only the beginning.
Miles kissed along the back of her neck, driving himself even faster, ever harder. Mary Jane whined, clutching at the sheets, nearly ripping them with her nails. Ahead of her, she saw something that made her heart flutter.
On the nightstand laid the still broken picture of Mary Jane’s and Peter’s wedding. She never bothered to get it fixed.