SusanJillParker is Spider-Woman, #2
Susan Jill Parker gets bitten in her pussy by a Brazilian banana spider also known as a Brazilian wandering spider. The spider's venom changes her into a sexual version of Spider-Woman.
SusanJillParker is Spider-Woman, rewritten and continued from #1
Today was Brad's birthday, his special day. I had a case of his favorite beer and a birthday cake delivered that I decorated with twenty-six candles, an extra candle for good luck. I left his birthday card on the dining room table and inside the card was my big, birthday surprise.
"Happy birthday, Brad," I said as soon as he walked in the living room.
I stood and wrapped my arms around his neck. When I pressed my nightgown clad, nearly naked body against him, immediately, I felt his growing erection against my tummy. Then, daring myself to do so, as if I was his wife, his lover or his girlfriend instead of stepmother, I kissed on the lips.
Something that I've never done before but always wanted to do, I couldn't believe that I kissed my stepson on his lips. Later tonight, when alone in my bedroom later, I couldn't wait to rub my clit with my vibrator, fondle my breasts, finger my nipples, and fuck myself with my dildo. I'll be masturbating over imagining him touching and feeling me through my nightgown while we made out with one another.
Again, daring myself to do so but not wanting to make a fool of myself, I wanted to part his lips with my tongue and French kiss him. I wondered what his reaction would be if I stuck my tongue in his mouth and French kissed him. If I dared to part his lips with my tongue, I wondered if he'd return my deep, wet kiss with his French kiss or step back from me in shame, disgust, and disdain for me.
Not stopping with just a kiss, no longer satisfied with the hope of him sticking his tongue in my mouth, I wondered if he'd feel my nearly naked ass through my sheer nightgown while kissing me longer and deeper. I wondered if he'd reach around me to feel my naked breasts and finger my erect nipples through my low-cut nightgown top while continuing to make out with me. I wished he'd pick me up in his arms, take me to my bed, strip me naked, and fuck me.
Instead of doing all that I imagined him doing, surprising me, he put his arm around my waist just above my ass and pulled me to him. When he pulled me to him, I envisioned him returning my kiss with his kiss. I visualized him making out with me while touching me and feeling me everywhere through my nightgown before stripping me naked and having forbidden sex with me.
With me in my nightie without panties and him in his pajama bottoms without underwear, I felt his cock swell and harden against my tummy again. Tempted to reach my hand down and touch his prick, I wanted to finger the head of his cock before slowly stroking his dick. Being the cocksucking whore that I am, I wanted to move to my knees and blow him for his blowjob. I wondered how he'd feel about me stroking his cock, sucking his cock, and allowing him to cum in my mouth.
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Interrupting my sexual fantasy, as soon as we parted, he opened his birthday card.
"What's this," he asked while looking up at me and holding up two airline tickets?
Already sexually aroused from kissing him and him returning my kiss, my pussy was as wet as my nipples were hard and erect from imagining having sex with him. He stared down at my long, line of cleavage and the impressions of my nipples that they made in my nightgown. Clearly, he could see the shape and the size of my breasts through my sheer nightie.
I returned the favor of his voyeurism with my voyeurism. I stared down at his erection that tented his pajama bottoms. Unapologetic and unashamed to have an erection in front of me, seemingly proud of his big dick, brazenly, he always walked around the house with an erection.
"That's your birthday surprise. I bought us two tickets to Alaska and rented a cabin in the rainforest," I said with an excited smile. "Happy Birthday, Brad," I said again.
Returning my smile with his big smile, his smile lip up his face.
"Oh, mom," he said with excitement. "I've always wanted to go to Alaska."
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Then, surprising me, in the way that I had just imagined, he wrapped his arm around my waist and hugged me again. This time, not expecting him to pull me to him, with my arm stuck in between us and his erection pressed against the palm of my hand; while daring myself to wrap my fingers around it, I felt his cock throb through his pajama bottoms. I felt his prick pulsate against my palm.
Clearly, he sexually wanted me as much as I sexually wanted him. Daring myself to do so but I'm only able to do that in my sexual fantasies. Again, I wanted to move to my knees, remove his big dick from his pajama pee hole, and stroke his cock while sucking his cock. I needed him to put a gentle hand behind my red-haired head, hump my mouth, fuck my face, and cum in my mouth.
'Happy Birthday, Brad,' I imagined saying again.
Again, something that I so wanted to do, if only he was any man other than my stepson, I would have moved to my knees in front of him. I imagined pulling down his pajama bottoms and taking his erect prick in my hand. I pictured myself stroking him while staring up at him before taking him in my mouth to suck his cock.
'This is your birthday blowjob,' I visualized myself daring to say.
Then, surprising me again, something unexpected happened. After I kissed him on the lips, he kissed me on the lips. This time, while kissing me, his hand slid down to rest on the top of my nightgown clad ass. He continued to slowly slide his hand lower to fondle my ass while touching, feeling, and squeezing my nightgown clad ass.
Again, daring myself, I wanted to strip off my nightgown. If he made a move to have sex with me, I'd allow him to have sex with me, but I didn't dare to do that. In the way that he felt my ass with his hand, I wanted to feel his erect cock through his pajama bottoms.
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SusanJillParker is Spider-Woman, #2
Unbeknownst to many readers, something she's never confessed to anyone, Susan Jill Parker has super, sexual powers.
With us both due a vacation from work, we left for Tongass National Forest in Ketchikan, Alaska the next day. A thirty-mile trip from the airport, we rented a four-wheel drive utility vehicle at a car rental agency. With a map and directions in hand, we drove from the airport to our cabin along a dirt road path in the middle of the scenic, Alaskan rainforest.
Ideally suited for one person or a couple, a boyfriend and girlfriend, lovers, or a married couple, the cabin was nicely appointed albeit very small. It had all that we needed, a kitchen with appliances, electricity, running water, one small bathroom with a shower, a fireplace, and a big screen TV. The only problem was that there was only one room with one queen-sized bed.
With not even a cot, only a small sofa wide enough for two people sitting while watching TV, unless Brad slept on the floor, we'd be sleeping together for the week. With my short nightie bunching around my waist when I slept, something that I had always wanted to do, I'd love to sleep in the same bed with my stepson. Only, I wondered if he felt the same way about us sleeping together. Would he want to sleep with me in the way that I couldn't wait to sleep with him?
If we slept together, would he hold me? Would he cuddle me? Would he spoon me? Would he touch and feel me in my sleep?
I imagined his erect cock escaping from his pajama pee hole. I envisioned him resting his engorge prick against my ass crack and the back of my pussy. I visualized him resting his arm around my waist and the bottom of my big breast resting on his forearm.
The only problem was that other than only having one bathroom, which we're used to only having one bathroom, there was no privacy. Not counting the bathroom as a room which had a door, the cabin had only one room. The cabin had a small table with two chairs. I guess whoever owned the cabin figured that they'd only need the cabin to sleep and keep them out of the elements. The rest of the time, they'd be out exploring the rainforest.
A bit claustrophobic, a week living together in such a small space could be daunting at best. Then, again, living together in such close quarters could be just what we both needed. Sleeping in the same bed may give us the opportunity to have sex. Living together in such a confined area may allow us to continue to flash one another.
Unashamed and unembarrassed to admit it, I imagined all of the flashing that I could do with us only having one room. I imagined the fun that I could have sleeping with my stepson in one queen-sized bed. If I wasn't horny before, I was sexually aroused now with the thoughts of playing touchy feely and, possibly, having forbidden sex with Brad.
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