Queen Takes Knight 3 (Patreon)

Emma smiled down at Peter as he knelt between her legs, his face centimeters from her womanhood, her knees hooked over his shoulders. May was seated beside the pair, her hands caressing her breasts, her eyes locked on the young man.

“You may begin whenever you are ready,” Emma informed him, her voice soft and gentle, a far cry from the authoritarian tone she usually used.

“Yes, Miss Frost,” Peter replied, his gaze turning to her pussy.

She could see his hesitation, but also a hint of determination in his eyes, and when his tongue darted out, tasting her juices, she sighed contentedly.

“There's a good boy,” she cooed, reaching down and running her fingers through his hair, giving his scalp a gentle massage.

Peter's tongue ran up and down the length of her slit, gathering her juices, and Emma sighed. He wasn't a natural, by any stretch of the imagination, and would require a great deal of instruction to become skilled at this. Reaching out with her telepathy, Emma reduced the instinctive distaste Peter was feeling at tasting his own cum.

“Just relax,” she murmured, her free hand caressing her breast, gently pinching and teasing her nipple. “Take your time, there is no rush.”

“Miss Frost,” Peter said, pausing, his face covered in her juices, and his cock beginning to stir.

“What is it, Peter?” she asked, her fingers carding through his hair.

“Why am I...I mean, why is this making me…”

“Because you are pleasing me,” Emma replied, her voice low and soothing. “And you are enjoying pleasing me, because it makes me happy, and that pleases you. Is that not right?”

“I...I guess so,” he replied, his voice trailing off, his gaze returning to her pussy.

“There's a good boy,” she purred.

He began to lick and probe at her folds again, his tongue occasionally probing at her entrance, gathering up their mixed fluids, and causing Emma to moan and sigh in pleasure.

“Very good, Peter,” she murmured, her fingers digging into his scalp. “A little to the left.”

He followed her instructions, and she continued to provide them, guiding him in eating her out. Eventually, his tongue made contact with her clit, and she gasped, her back arching, her legs squeezing around his head.

“Oooh, there,” she gasped. “Right there. Focus on that spot, and do not stop until I say otherwise.”

“Yes, Miss Frost,” he mumbled, his mouth partially muffled by her womanhood.

He lapped at her clit, his tongue sliding up and down, left and right, circling, and Emma moaned, her body shivering. She reached out and grabbed the back of his head, her grip tight, holding him in place.

“Ooh, right there, Peter,” she gasped. “Keep going.”

She squeezed her eyes shut, her body tensing, and then it happened. Her orgasm hit, and her body shook, her hips bucking and thrusting, his head sandwiched between her thighs, her pussy flooding his face. He held her through it, his tongue never stopping, and Emma gasped and cried out, her back arching.

“Ooooh, such a good boy,” she cried, her voice cracking, her breathing ragged.

After what seemed like an eternity, her orgasm subsided, her breathing returning to normal. Peter pulled away, gasping for air, his face covered in her fluids, and she looked at him with a warm smile on her face.

“I think we can call that a successful lesson,” she purred, her fingers carding through his hair, her other hand caressing her breast. Which was when a delightfully deviant idea occurred to her. “Now then, I do believe that your aunt has gone long enough without being touched.”

“What?” May gasped, her face flushed. The earlier work that Emma had done on May’s mind had the desired effect. The older woman was eager, but still nervous.

“Don't be shy, Mrs. Parker,” Emma said, reaching out and taking May's hand. “You want to feel him, don't you?”

“Well...yes,” May admitted. “But...but I couldn't...I mean, he's my…”

“Relax, Mrs. Parker,” Emma replied, pulling her close. “There is no harm in this. In fact, you are doing a service to both him and I. You are making sure that he is a proper lover.”

“Well, I guess that is true,” May said, her gaze turning to Peter, who was still kneeling, his gaze flicking between the two women, his cock now fully erect.

“Then relax, and enjoy yourself,” Emma said, taking her by the hand, and gently guiding her to Peter.

“Go on,” she murmured, her breath hot against May's ear.

May swallowed, before taking a deep breath and giving Peter a smile.

“Would you like to feel me, Peter?” she asked, her voice soft, almost demure.

“Yes, Aunt May,” he replied, his gaze roaming over her, taking in her naked form.

“Come on, Peter,” Emma said, her voice low, seductive. “Don't you want to please her?”

“Yes, Miss Frost,” he whispered, moving closer, his hands reaching out, and caressing May's body, sliding down her back and resting on her hips. His hands slid back, cupping her ass, and he gave it a squeeze.

“Mmmm,” May hummed, closing her eyes and savoring the sensation.

“I believe, Peter, that your aunt was not quite as clear with her request,” Emma said, her tone firm, but not harsh. “If you want something, ask.”

“Aunt May, can I touch you?” he asked, his gaze darting between her face and her breasts.

“Go ahead,” May replied, her hands going to his shoulders, her gaze roaming over his naked form, her eyes settling on his cock.

“That's it,” Emma said, watching the pair closely, a satisfied smile on her face.

He didn't need any further invitation. His fingers sunk into her ass, squeezing and kneading the warm flesh. She gasped, her grip tightening on his shoulders, and he leaned forward, burying his face between her breasts.

“Peter,” she gasped, her cheeks coloring.

“Go ahead, May,” Emma said, her hands resting on the older woman's hips, her breasts pressing against Peter's back. May hesitated, and Emma gave her a gentle nudge.

“Do it,” she whispered. “He wants you.”

“Oh,” May gasped, her gaze locked on Peter's face, her hands resting on his shoulders.

He was squeezing and groping her ass, his fingers digging into the supple flesh, his cock pressing against her stomach, his breath hot against her breasts. She bit her lip, her gaze meeting Emma's, and she nodded.

May's hands slowly slid from his shoulders, caressing his neck, before they went to her breasts, cupping them, offering them up to him. His lips immediately found her nipple, and May gasped, her grip tightening on his shoulder.

“That's it,” Emma said, a predatory smile on her face.

“Oh, Peter,” May moaned, her voice breathy and soft.

“Doesn't it feel good, May?” Emma asked, her fingers tracing along the underside of the older woman's breast, causing her to shudder and gasp.

May could only nod, her hands caressing the back of Peter's head, holding him against her. His mouth was on her breast, his tongue swirling around her nipple, teasing and lashing the sensitive nub, while his fingers were groping and squeezing her ass, pulling her closer.

As entertaining as watching this was, Emma wanted more, and she knew just how to proceed. With a touch to May's mind, the woman pulled back ever so slightly, her nephew's mouth leaving her breast with a quiet pop. Leaning down, her hand stroking Peter's cock, her mouth opened and she took the head into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip, gathering up the precum that had accumulated there.

“Oh, Aunt May,” Peter moaned, his grip tightening, his nails digging into the flesh of her ass.

“Doesn't she look beautiful, Peter?” Emma asked, her grip on the base of his cock firm, but not painfully so.

“She does, Miss Frost,” he replied, his hands sliding up her body, his fingers sinking into her breasts, squeezing and groping the supple flesh.

“Good,” she purred, her hands coming to rest on May's shoulders.

The older woman had a look of absolute concentration on her face as she took Peter's cock inch by inch, her lips stretching, her jaw slowly relaxing as his cock filled her mouth. May hummed and moaned, her mouth stuffed with Peter's cock, his hands on her breasts, squeezing and massaging the supple flesh.

“You're such a good girl, aren't you, May?” Emma whispered, leaning down and placing a gentle kiss on her temple.

May simply nodded, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked harder, her eyes rolling back in her head.

“Do you like it when your nephew plays with your tits?” Emma asked, her breath hot against her ear.

“Yesh,” May replied, her voice barely above a whisper, her words muffled by the cock in her mouth.

"Good girl,” Emma cooed, her hand stroking the woman's hair. “But I think it is time we move to the main event, don’t you agree?”

May sent a confused look Emma's way, but didn't resist as the blonde mutant gently pulled her off her nephew's cock.

“Don’t worry, Mrs. Parker,” Emma said with a sultry smile on her face. “Peter will take good care of you.”

May simply nodded, her hands idly tracing shapes on Peter’s chest, her gaze locked on his, her breasts heaving as her breathing grew ragged.

“Now, Peter,” Emma said, taking him by the hand, and leading him to stand behind his aunt as she turned around and laid her front flat on the bed. “I want you to get behind her.”

Peter did as he was told, stepping up behind his aunt, his hands resting on her hips.

“Do you know what to do next, Peter?” she asked, her hands moving to his aunt's shoulders, gently caressing her, her fingers tracing lines down her arms.

“Yes, Miss Frost,” he replied, his voice confident.

“Then do it,” she commanded.

With one swift motion, Peter pushed into his aunt, and she gasped, her eyes widening. Her hands came to rest on the bed, her back arching, her breasts hanging heavy. Emma smiled, a small, sultry thing.

"You don't need to hold back," Emma said, her tone encouraging. "Let go, and just feel him."

May simply nodded, a shudder running through her body, and Peter pulled back, before thrusting into her again.

"Good boy,” Emma cooed, her hands sliding from the woman's shoulders, down her back, and cupping her ass.

Peter picked up his pace, thrusting into the woman who was his mother in all but name, his hands gripping her hips, and May cried out, her voice awash in pleasure.

“Is she tight?” Emma asked, her hand squeezing May’s ass.

"Yes," he groaned, his grip tightening.

"Do you like fucking her?" Emma asked, her fingers digging into the woman's ass, eliciting a groan from her.

"Yes," he gasped, his pace picking up, his balls slapping against her clit, causing her to cry out.

Emma knew he was telling the truth, not only because it was sex, so of course the fifteen year old boy was enjoying it, but she was also utilizing a trick she rarely did and using her telepathy to enjoy everything he was feeling. Beyond the physical sensations, the warmth, the pleasure, the satisfaction of feeling a woman wrapped around him, were his emotions. There was guilt, there was shame, but those feelings were buried beneath arousal and all the myriad of thoughts and emotions caused by the taboo nature of the act. And Emma loved it.

"Fuck her," Emma said, her fingers sliding into the crease between May's cheeks, her fingertip brushing against her asshole. "Fuck her like the little slut she is."

"What?" May gasped, her head jerking around, looking over her shoulder.

"Don't stop, Peter," Emma ordered.

"I...I...yes, Miss Frost," he gasped.

"Oh," May groaned, her grip tightening on the sheets.

"Aunt May...Miss Frost...I...I..." Peter stammered, and it was obvious to both women what he was trying to say.

“Do it,” Emma ordered. “Cum in her. Give her everything you have. Fill her womb with your seed, and make her the slut she is born to be. Cum, Peter! Cum inside your auntie's pussy and make her cum, too!"

"Oh, yes," May cried out, her back arching, her grip on the sheets tightening, her nails digging into the flesh of her palm. "Do it, Peter! Cum in me! Please, cum inside me!"

Her cries of encouragement were more than Peter could handle, and his orgasm hit, his grip on her hips tightening, and his hips jerking, burying his cock to the hilt inside of her, his balls pressing against her clit.

"Ahhh," he groaned, his orgasm hitting, his balls twitching and jumping as he unloaded inside of his aunt.

"Peter," she gasped, her hips bucking, her pussy milking his cock, her own orgasm washing over her.

Emma smirked, even as she read May’s mind. The brunette hadn’t been on birth control for years, and it very much was not a safe day for her. Before the thought could sink in, Emma made sure to tweak her response to it. She didn’t remove the guilt and shame completely, that was a rookie mistake that leads to even civilians realizing their minds have been altered. She instead made sure that it instead tied to a desire to have a child, and the enforced regret that she and her husband hadn’t had any.

Eventually, May and Peter finished their mutual orgasms, and the pair collapsed onto the bed, gasping for air.

"Very good, Peter," Emma purred, her hand stroking his hair. "You've done well."

"Thank you, Miss Frost," he mumbled.

"Come, let's get cleaned up," she said, grabbing a towel, and leading him to the bathroom, her fingers wrapped around his wrist. The future was going to be...interesting.