Peter reluctantly nodded, "I understand."
But still driven by an insatiable longing, Peter's inhibitions dissolved into thin air as he lunged forward with a primal intensity. His movements were driven by an overwhelming need to taste the sweetness of Carol's lips.
However, Carol, with her quick reflexes and superhuman strength, swiftly intercepted Peter's advance. With a swift flick of her hand, she deftly redirected his trajectory, causing him to stumble backward and fall to the ground in a mix of surprise and embarrassment.
As Peter dusted himself off and regained his footing, his face reddened with a mixture of shame and desire. He realized that his lack of control had led him into an embarrassing situation, a momentary lapse of reason fueled by his overpowering lust.
But little did Peter know, he wasn't the only one who had succumbed to the intoxicating atmosphere. May, overcome by her own carnal desires, seized the opportunity presented before her. Unable to resist the allure of Carol's irresistible allure, she boldly reached out and squeezed Carol's firm buttocks through the fabric of her jeans.
In response to May's sensual touch, Carol's breath hitched, her lips parting slightly as a soft moan escaped.
As May's fingertips pressed against the fabric of Carol's form-fitting jeans, she felt the firmness of Carol's well-toned buttocks beneath her touch. With each squeeze, she could feel the subtle contours and curves of Carol's rear, molding perfectly to her grasp.
The fabric of Carol's jeans added an enticing barrier, teasing May with a hint of what lay beneath.
May's fingers tightened their grip, embracing the firmness beneath the fabric of Carol's jeans.
Peter's mind raced with conflicting thoughts and desires. He couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement, confusion, and a tinge of jealousy as he watched May's bold advances towards Carol. Deep down, he knew that he wanted to be the one experiencing those intimate moments with Carol, but he also couldn't deny the arousing effect it had on him to witness the interaction between the two.
Carol interrupted May, her voice laced with authority and a hint of dominance. "You should know who's in charge," she declared, her gaze locked with May's.
With a flicker of determination in her eyes, Carol's fingers danced across the delicate fabric, tracing the edges of May's bra and panties with precision. In one fluid motion, she exerted just the right amount of force, causing the material to give way to her strength. The sound of ripping fabric filled the air, a symphony of liberation as the remnants of May's undergarments floated to the ground.
As the fabric fell away, it revealed the breathtaking sight that lay beneath. May's voluptuous breasts, held captive by the confines of her bra mere moments ago, now burst free with an unrestrained exuberance. They bounced and swayed with a delightful jiggle, their curves enticingly showcased for all to behold.
May's bare pussy was also on display. It was shaved clean and glistening with her arousal. The pink folds were plump and inviting, and the delicate nub of her clit peeked out from its hood.
May stood there fully exposed and gasped, "Carol."
As Peter's gaze lingered on May's exposed breasts, a wave of memories washed over him. They reminded him of the provocative scenes from the MILF videos he used to indulge in, where mature women with ample assets would captivate his attention. The allure of those forbidden fantasies now manifested in the form of May's own impressive assets.
Unable to resist the rising arousal within him, Peter's hand instinctively found its way to his own growing desire. He began to stroke himself, the pleasure building with each deliberate movement. However, his actions did not go unnoticed by Carol, who was quick to assert her authority.
With a stern but alluring voice, Carol reminded Peter, "No cumming, Peter." Her words carried a command that compelled him to obey, to resist the overwhelming temptation and maintain control.
Carol grabbed May's ass. May could feel the heat building up between her legs, and her nipples hardened in response.
Carol's hands moved expertly, massaging and kneading May's flesh, causing her to moan softly. May closed her eyes, lost in the sensation of Carol's touch, and leaned against her, allowing Carol to take control.
Carol yanked May towards her, squeezing the milf's naked breasts against her own in the white tank top. She leaned in and whispered in May's ear, "I am hungry, May."
Carol turned to Peter, "Peter, come here, Prepare your Aunt May for feast."
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May reclined sensually on the dining table, her naked body glistening in the soft candlelight that danced across her skin. The table was adorned with silk sheets, giving it an inviting and luxurious appearance. She was positioned with her back arched, accentuating the curves of her body, and her legs slightly parted, revealing her desire and anticipation.
The arch of her back enhanced the arch of her slender neck, giving her an elegant and alluring posture. Her shoulders rolled back, revealing the gentle slope of her collarbones, and her chest proudly pushed forward, drawing attention to her voluptuous breasts. It also accentuated the enticing curve of her waist, creating a tantalizing hourglass figure
The room seemed to hold its breath as Carol positioned herself at the head of the table, her gaze locked onto May's alluring figure.
Peter's footsteps echoed through the room as he rushed toward the dining table with a sense of eager anticipation.
As he arrived at the table, Peter's posture reflected his obedience and willingness to serve. His back was straight, his shoulders pulled back, and his chest pushed slightly forward, as if subconsciously seeking approval.
With a quick and steady hand, Peter presented Carol with the chocolate syrup bottle and the vanilla ice cream, symbols of decadence and indulgence. He placed them on the table within Carol's reach, careful not to disrupt the carefully orchestrated setting.
Carol, the mistress of this intimate gathering, responded, acknowledging the role reversal that Peter's service entailed. "Well, I am your guest, Peter. It's only fitting that you serve and please me tonight."
Peter's mind raced with conflicting emotions, his heart pounding within his chest. This dream-like scenario of touching May was becoming a reality, and he could hardly believe that.
May thought to herself that it was a bit wrong being touched by her nephew like that.
With a mix of trepidation and excitement, Peter carefully scooped a portion of vanilla ice cream from the tub. He chose to begin with May's breasts, placing the cool sweetness atop her soft, supple flesh. May shivered at the sensation, a gasp escaping her lips. "Carol, this is very cold," she exclaimed, her body responding to the contrasting temperatures.
The coolness of the ice cream caused May's nipples to instantly harden, becoming taut peaks that begged for attention.
Undeterred by May's reaction, Peter's hands continued their delicious exploration. Another scoop of ice cream found its way to May's vagina, causing her to writhe and moan in both surprise and pleasure. "Oh my god!" she cried out, her voice trembled with pleasure and discomfort.
The contrast of the cold ice cream against the warmth of May's body sent electrifying waves of sensation through her. Her hips instinctively moved, seeking both relief and deeper connection. Peter observed May's reactions, a mix of fascination and awe painting his features.
To further heighten the sensory experience, Peter reached for the chocolate syrup, its dark, velvety consistency teasingly pouring over the creamy vanilla ice cream. The rich aroma filled the air, adding another layer of temptation to the already intoxicating scene.
Carol ordered Peter, "Hey, Peter Parker. Stand in the corner and watch me."
Carol's commanding voice echoed through the room, Peter hesitated for a moment. He glanced at May, who was shivering with anticipation, and then reluctantly moved to stand in the corner, his gaze fixed on the unfolding scene before him.
May pleaded, "Carol, please," she pleaded, her voice quivering. "I can't take it any longer." The sensations coursing through her body, fueled by desire and the coolness of the ice cream, made her tremble with a delicious anticipation.
Carol smirked, her eyes gleaming with mischief and desire. "Patience, my sweet May," she whispered seductively. "The anticipation will make it all the more satisfying."
May's breathing grew heavier as Carol's fingers delicately traced a path from her breast to her dripping core, collecting a generous scoop of ice cream along the way. The cold sweetness sent a jolt of pleasure through her, causing her body to arch in response.
