Susanjillparer Is Spider-Woman #1

SusanJillParker is Spider-Woman, #1

Unbeknownst to many readers, something she's never confessed to anyone, Susan Jill Parker has super, sexual powers.

Not a character in one of Stan Lee's Marvel comic books, fifty-year-old Susan Jill Parker, a professional writer of erotica, is the reality version of Jessica Drew, the fictional version of Spider-Woman. Yet, she doesn't possess enhanced speed, strength, and reflexes. She's unable to stick to any surface as Spider-Woman can do. She cannot produce powerful energy blasts. She doesn't have her marksmanship nor her hand-to-hand combat skills. She doesn't have her private investigator skills.

Instead, Susan has super, sexual powers. She possesses Spider-Woman's pheromone aura. She has the innate ability to stick to any man that she sexually desires and lustfully wants. She has the unique ability to make any man desire her.

She's akin to the redheaded witch, Melisandre of Asshai, the Red Woman, and the adviser to King Stannis Baratheon, in the Games of Thrones. With men, her helpless pawns and carnal victims, Susan is able to have sex with any man that she wants. Whether married or single, young, or old, men do not have the ability to deny her and turn her down for sex. With just one look at her, they want to have sex with her as much as she wants to have sex with them. As much as they try to resist her, no man can say no.

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Instead of fighting crime for justice, in the way that all of Marvel's superheroes do, unable to control her overpowering libido, she started her nymphomaniac tendencies by having sex with her chosen victim, her 25-year-old stepson, Brad. Only, unlike a female spider, she doesn't eat her victim, per se, after having had sex with him. She doesn't devour him for food. Indeed, she does eat him in a sexual way by sucking his cock, allowing him to cum in her mouth, in her long, blonde hair, all over her beautiful face, and across her naked double D cup breasts to give her a cum bath.

Even though she's most men's dream woman, and their sexual fantasy whore, that is, until they have had nonstop, never-ending sex with her, exhausting them, she has sex with them over and again. Always in the mood for sex, she never makes excuses that she can't have sex because she has a headache. She's never too tired for sucking and fucking. She's ready to go all day and all night, anytime, anywhere, and with anyone.

Without embarrassment, shame, and/or regrets, in the way that a spider's focus is eating other bugs, Susan's biggest and only focus is having sex. Sex, sex, and more sex, with her a sexual woman, she wants, needs, and must have sex all of the time. Immorally immodest, indeed, Susan is a cocksucking whore. With her always ready to return the sexual favor, she loves it when a man gives her multiple orgasms with his fingers, his tongue, and his cock.

Alas, something that she'd never do, she may imagine sexually seducing her stepson, she may even masturbate herself while visualizing him naked, and having sex with him, but she'd never go through with it. She'd never have sex with Brad. Even though she needed sex every waking hour of every day, she'd never cross that forbidden line, that is, until that fateful day when she was bitten by a spider.

The spider was responsible for giving her the super sexual power that she has. The spider bite turned her into a nymphomaniac. No longer able to control her forbidden desire for Brad, the spider was the reason why she had hours of forbidden sex with her stepson.

Incredibly, a spider bite changed her until she passed the poisonous serum from her system. It took a month before she returned to her normal self. With her never modestly moral before, energizing her libido, the spider serum did its work to change her into an incestuous whore.

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Peter Parker, no relation to Susan Jill Parker, as Spider-Man, a fictional, Marvel comic book character, was bitten by a genetically engineered, super-spider, Araneus oscorpeus. Jessica Drew, Spider-Woman, was placed in a hibernation chamber for years before emerging decades later as a teenager. She became physically enhanced and derived her superpowers after being given a special spider-derived serum.

Susan Jill Parker became sexually driven and derived her super, sexual powers after being bitten by one of the deadliest spiders in the world, a Brazilian banana spider, also known as a Brazilian wandering spider. Without medical treatment, those who are younger, older, or have weakened immune systems, and have been bitten may die within two-hours. Fortunately, except for her having uncontrollable, side effects of urges and desires, Susan was immune to the spider's deadly bite. Surprisingly, she didn't adversely react to the poison.

Instead of becoming life threatening ill or dying, no doubt, perhaps, because where she was bitten, in all places, in her vagina, she had unusual, sexual side effects after being bitten by the spider. Interesting and devastating enough, if they survive, when men are bitten by a Brazilian banana spider, no matter where they are bitten, unless they're immediately given an antidote, they have painful and uncontrollable erections before they die. After being bitten by the spider, Susan's biggest side effect was having an overpowering libido.

With her horny and sexually frustrated before, she became even hornier and sexually frustrated now. Needing to continually suck and fuck, with the spider's serum releasing the beast within her, she became a predator and a sexual animal. The spider bite turned her into an insatiable nymphomaniac.

She wanted sex. She needed sex. She had to have sex. She wanted sex now. She wanted sex all the time, day, and night.

Fortunately for her and unfortunately for him, the only man in her immediate proximity was her stepson, Brad. Had there been another man, any man, or other men who were close by, no longer particular who she'd had sex with, she'd have sex with one or with all of them. As long as he had a cock, no matter if he wasn't able to get an erection, with her pheromonal aura, she's turned his limp prick into a steel rod.

Poor Brad, he had no idea what was about to happen. Lucky, for him, sexually attracted to his stepmother since he turned 18-years-old, at first, he welcomed her sexual advances. Then, with her continually wanting sex, and seemingly never sexually satisfied long enough to even enjoy the afterglow of sex, he had no idea that his stepmother was bitten in her pussy by a spider. He had no idea that his stepmother was a sexual version of Spider-Woman.

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Today is Brad, my stepson's birthday. He's 25-years-old. After his father passed away several months ago from COVID, he's been so sad. I wanted to surprise him with my special, birthday gift in hopes of brightening his mood.

Having raised him since he was a child, we live together as stepmother and stepson. Other than having sex, which we'd never have with one another, he'd do anything for me and, returning the favor, I'd do anything for him. With people still being infected from the COVID pandemic, our blessing in disguise, I'm glad that we both work from home.

Not having to get up early every morning, rushing to get ready, and being stuck in traffic, we love working from home. Now, breaking it up throughout the day, we're able to make our own work schedules. Most times, lazing around in my king-sized bed until midmorning, I don't bother getting dressed. Having so many sexy nightgowns that my late husband bought me, I hang around the house in one of my short, sheer, sexy, and low-cut nightgowns.

I hate wearing robes as much as I don't like wearing long nightgowns, or flannel nightgowns, unless it's really cold. Robes and flannel nightgowns are too uncomfortably hot. I don't think I even own a robe, and I only have one, long, flannel nightgown. I gave all of my robes and flannel nightgowns away to charity, clothing drives.

Besides, flashing Brad what he should never see of his stepmother gives me something to masturbate over later with Honey, my pink, bunny vibrator and Bruno, my big, black dildo. So easy to do, I love teasing my stepson by deliberately flashing him. Not wanting him to think of me as the cocksucking whore that I am, I make all of my deliberate flashes appear accidental and unintentional. Long before the spider bite, he has no idea that I'm a whore. He has no idea that his stepmother sexually wanted him as much as he, seemingly, sexually wanted me.

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In the way that Brad looks at me and sometimes stares at me, making me feel sexy, wanted, and desired, I know that he enjoys seeing me in my revealing nightgowns. Returning the favor of my voyeurism with his voyeurism, he hangs around the house wearing his pajama bottoms without underwear in the way that I wear my nightgowns without wearing panties. I know that he's not wearing underwear because, in the way that he's young, dumb, and full of cum, he's always walking around the house with an erection tenting his pajama bottoms.

In the way that he sexually stares at me, I've stared at him. I've seen the side of his big dick peeking through the stretched opening in his pajama pee hole. Because of COVID, not going out, having fun, dating, and having sex, we have all that we need, food, water, and all other purchases delivered. With us both at that age when we need sex the most, I'm as sexually frustrated as he's horny. Men are the horniest when they are younger, 18-years-old to 35-years-old, while women are the horniest from the ages of 40-years-old to 60-years-old.

Suffice to write, even though we both need sex, frustratingly, because of the pandemic virus, we don't have sex with anyone anymore. Unable to cross that forbidden line, we'd never have sex with one another. Even though we're not blood related but, because we live in the same house, sex between us would be wrong. Sex between a stepmother and her stepson would be deemed incestuous. If my friends and/or family knew that I had sex with Brad, I'd be mortified.

Yet, nothing more than innocent flashing fun, again, giving me something to masturbate over later, I enjoy teasing him. Giving him more to masturbate over when he's alone in his room, I enjoy seeing his reaction when showing him what sexually excites him to see of me. When wearing my short skirt, pretending that I'm unaware that I'm exposed, while slowly and seductively crossing and uncrossing my long, shapely legs, I sit with my knees parted open just enough to flash him my panties.

In the way that I have a lot of nightgowns, I have a lot of sexy panties and low-cut bras, too. My deceased husband, God rest his soul, he loved spoiling me with sexy lingerie as much as he loved buying me revealing nightgowns. I feel sexy when wearing my revealing lingerie. Sadly, not having anyone to wear them for, I wear them for myself to make me feel like the desirable woman that I am. Then, daring myself to do so, I wear them for my stepson, too.

While relaxing with a glass of wine, something that gets me in the mood to flash him, with that always getting his attention, I continually cross and uncross my legs slowly and sexily. Every time I do that, my short skirt moves higher up my thighs to expose more of my panties. While talking or watching television, the more that I relax with him sitting across from me, I repeatedly part my knees open a little more to show him what he clearly wanted and loved seeing.

With him not removing his eyes from me, I slowly and deliberately spread my legs wider to give him more than an upskirt peek of my panties. Something that makes me wet to show him, I allow him to see my pussy mound, my camel toe, my pussy slit, and my blonde patch of pubic hair through my sheer, white panties. Then, while leaning over him lower and longer than necessary when pouring him a beer, I give him a deliberately down blouse view of my long line of sexy cleavage and my low-cut bra.

Again, giving him something more to masturbate over later, when wearing my short nightgown, being the whore that I am, I part my knees enough to flash him peeks of my blonde, trimmed naked pussy. Giving him even more to masturbate over, again, when leaning over him longer and lower to serve him food or something to drink, I give him down nightgown views of my double D cup breasts. I enjoy showing him my naked pussy as much as I enjoy flashing him my naked breasts.

Returning my exhibitionism with his exhibitionism, he's dick flashed me several times while making his exhibitionism appear accidental. In the way that he stares at my panties, my bra, my naked pussy, and my naked breasts, whenever he flashes me his erect prick, I stare at his big, naked dick. As much as he loves seeing my naked pussy and breasts, I love seeing his naked cock.

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One time, after getting out of the shower, when I was in the living room sitting on the couch, as if he had something important to tell me, he stood in front of me while only wearing his towel. While wondering what the rest of him looked like, I stared at his muscular chest, shoulders, and arms. In the way that his erect cock tented his pajama bottoms, his big dick tented his towel. Deliberately teasing me, I wondered if he stroked himself to a big and hard erection before coming into the living room from the bathroom.

Then, while talking to me, as soon as he took a big breath, I watched his towel untie itself and fall from his waist to his ankles. With his erect prick at my eye level, instead of looking away, in the way that he stares at my naked pussy, I stared at his erect, naked prick, his pubic hair, and his dangling testicles. Tempted to reach out my hand and wrap my manicured fingers around it, I didn't dare. As if he didn't know that he was exposed, it took him a long moment for him to cover his cock with his towel.

"Oops. Sorry, mom," he said, reaching down to grab his towel and wrap it around his waist again. "That's embarrassing," he said with a little laugh while looking down at me for my reaction to seeing his naked prick.

I laughed.

"Don't be embarrassed. I didn't see anything. I looked away," I said lying.

I'll be masturbating myself over seeing his big dick later. I'll be rubbing my clit with my vibrator and fucking my pussy with my dildo while imagining having sex with my stepson. Only, playing with myself was a distant second to actually having sex with him.

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Another time, with him holding a tray in front of him with my food and coffee, I watched him walk from the kitchen to the dining room with his erect dick sticking out of his pajama pee hole beneath the tray. I pretended that I didn't notice his errant dick. While I sat at the dining room table mindlessly staring at my laptop, he poured me coffee and served me breakfast while staring down my open nightgown top at my naked breasts.

As soon as he removed the tray from in front of him and I saw his naked, erect prick, my nipples immediately erected. Whenever I lean forward as I was doing while staring at my laptop, my nightgown top falls open with me. In the way that he stared at my naked breasts, tit for cock, I stared at his naked prick out of the corner of my eyes.

I wondered if he stroked himself to a big and hard erection in the kitchen before walking in the dining room. In the way that I sometimes deliberately expose myself to him, I wondered if he deliberately exposed himself to me. A game that we played every day, flashing one another is a great way to make our home alone, sequestered days more excitingly tolerable.

The first time that I saw his erect, naked prick, I couldn't believe my eyes. He has a much bigger dick than his father's puny prick. I pretended that I didn't notice his errant, erect cock. Then, with him stepping closer while leaning forward to pour me coffee, his naked cock was mere inches from my mouth. With me so sexually frustrated, I was tempted to take his big dick in my hand, open my mouth, and take him inside.

I wondered what he'd say if I wrapped my fingers around his erect prick and slowly stroked him. I wondered what he'd do if I took him in my mouth and sucked him while staring up at him with my blue eyes. Again, something that I've rubbed my clit and fingered my nipples visualizing doing, I'd love to blow my stepson.

I've lost count over how many times that I masturbated while imagining being naked and him having sex with me. I'd love to suck his cock. I'd even allow him to cum in my mouth. With me not a spitter, I'd definitely swallow his cum. Then, I hoped he'd cum again all over my face and give me a cum bath.

Only, he's my stepson and I'm his stepmother, I can't do that. I'd never do that. Again, even though we're not blood related, we live together under the same roof. Sex between us would not only be forbidden but also it would be deemed incestuous. Yet, we have fun exposing ourselves to one another.

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Returning the favor of his exhibitionism, sometimes, I leave the bathroom door open to let out the steam. When I do, he stands in the bathroom doorway talking to me. In the way that he deliberately dropped his towel in front of me, I dropped my towel in front of him. With my arms raised over my head while holding my hair dryer, I deliberately allowed my towel to slowly fall to my waist to show him my naked breasts in the reflection of the bathroom mirror. In the way that I stared at his big dick, he stared at my huge tits.

"Brad! Don't look at mommy. I'm so embarrassed," I said lying while sexually aroused instead of being embarrassed.

In the way that he took his time to wrap his fallen towel around his waist, I took my time to turn off the hair dryer, put it down on the counter, and retie my towel around my naked breasts. Again, I'll be masturbating over him seeing my naked breasts. Only, I wish he had touched them, felt them, and fondled them while sucking my erect nipples instead of only staring at them.

With us having only one bathroom, while I'm in the shower, he's come into the bathroom on the pretense that he has to pee. The shower curtain is clear vinyl, and he can see as much of my naked body as I can see of his big prick. Again, it aroused me as much as it excited him to see me naked. Just once, I'd love to stand naked in front of my stepson to see his reaction to seeing me without my clothes.

"Mom, I have to pee," he said.

Careful not to get water on the floor, without being distorted through the shower curtain, before he enters the bathroom, I pushed it open just enough for him to see all that he shouldn't see of my naked body.

"Okay, but don't flush," I said.

Instead of standing in front of the toilet to pee with his back to me, he stands facing the shower, slowly pushes down his pajama bottoms, and sits while peeing. He enjoys the naked view of me while I enjoy seeing his big dick before he sits on the toilet. In the way that he stared at all that he could see of my naked breasts, my naked pussy, and my naked ass, I stared at his naked cock out of the corner of my eye.

If we continued down this forbidden road of flashing one another, it would only be a matter of time before we'd be having sex. No turning back, if we were to have sex, I wondered if that would ruin the close relationship that we have. Perhaps, having sex would make our stepmother and stepson bond even stronger. Something that I hoped not to regret, I wouldn't know how we'd feel until we did the dirty deed and had intimate relations with one another.

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With us both adults and not related by blood, I thought about having sex with him more than once. I've thought about leaving my bedroom wide door open when I undress or dress. While waiting for him to stand in my bedroom doorway and talk to me, I thought about sitting at my dressing table and brushing my long, blonde hair while topless. In the way that he stared at my naked breasts when I deliberately dropped my towel, I'd love to show him my naked breasts again.