Auld Lang Syne 4 (Patreon)

She said she was eighteen, but from the way her luscious breasts heaved softly inside her tight shirt, she could’ve been a sorority girl. And a knockout one at that. Peter felt his cock constrained inside the tightness of his pants, and they weren’t even particularly small.

But then, neither was he.

“My wife just took May shopping,” Peter told her. “But I can probably whip something up for you. You old enough to drink coffee or are you still on pop?”

“I’m old enough to drink a lot of things,” Felicity muttered. She followed him into the kitchen, her ass bouncing behind her with all the plumpness of her chest, encased in jeans that were as painted on as her top.

Peter put on a fresh pot of coffee. Looking at Felicity, he couldn’t help but compare her with her mother… and with his own daughter. Sporty, lanky Mayday certainly didn’t have anything like the soft, ripe curves Felicity so evocatively showed off. But then, it wasn’t like he would notice. To him, Mayday was still a little girl. Felicity certainly wasn’t that.

And Peter could’ve sworn she was making a play for him, unless his half-hard erection was playing tricks on him. Felicity’s smoldering gaze never left his face as she brushed a strand of shiny, platinum blonde hair away from her eyes.

“So, what can I do for the daughter of an old friend?” Peter asked, pouring cups for the two of them.

Felicity sipped her coffee slowly. “Nothing much. My mom says you and her are going to catch up on old times tonight, so she thought I could hang out with your May.”

“Thoughtful of her,” Peter said.

Felicity rolled her eyes a little. “I guess.”

“Anything I can do to make your stay more comfortable? Pick up some popcorn? Rent a movie?”

“There is one thing,” Felicity said. “Can I show you something, Mr. Parker?”

“Sure,” Peter shrugged.

“This way.”

Surprised at her candor, Peter followed Felicity as she sidled around the corners of his house, ending up in the bedroom. She seemed to know the way like she’d been there before. Once she was standing at the foot of his bed, she turned around and calmly stripped off her top. Her supple breasts sprung out, nipples hard. Silent except for a smirk that was almost audible in its sensuality, the blonde wiggled out of her jeans too. Her platinum thatch was darkly moist.

Peter’s throat went dry. He was paralyzed as Felicity calmly walked up to him, unzipped his fly, and hauled his lengthy cock out of his pants. Her eyes widened and her fingers spastically tightened around its girth.

“Wow! No wonder Mommy’s so hung up on you. Take your pants off.”

Peter spoke hoarsely: “Wait, what are you doing?”

“What I want to do,” Felicity offered. Her blue eyes gleamed. “Think of it as a challenge. Mommy wants to make sure you haven’t lost a step since the old days. She’s waiting to be impressed. So now that you’ve done your wife and before you do her, you’re going to do me. If you can still get it up tonight, she’ll know you’re the real deal. She’d hate to be disappointed after all the times she’s thought of you while working out her vibrator. Don’t worry, old man, I’ll go easy on you. How about a quick suck? You know—a little cream to go with my coffee?”

Peter’s jaw dropped. This girl was Mayday’s age and she was talking filthier than Felicia ever had. Her face was soft, unlined—totally innocent. But her naked body was completely lascivious, gorgeous, with lavish cleavage and an eloquently curved ass. They were the same white gold as the rest of her burnished tan.

“And this was your mother’s idea to do this?” Peter asked, not really able to think about this, only able to concentrate on holding back the orgasm that this young siren’s every act and thought and facet of appearance was drawing out of him.

Felicity stroked his manhood easily, making low sighs as she felt it pound and convulse along her fist. “Yeah, but I would’ve come anyway. Are you going to take your clothes off? I bet you’d look good naked.”

Peter thought quickly. Mary Jane wouldn’t care if he took advantage of their open relationship, but it’d be hellfire explaining a naked, rutting eighteen-year-old to Mayday. But his family wasn’t due back for hours. Maybe this chick was crazy or a nympho, but he’d be crazy if he passed this up. Who was he to try and diagnose her anyway? All that he needed to know about her was that her legs were open.

He stripped naked, Felicity giggling happily as she laid down on the bed to wait for him. She stuck one silk-smooth leg up in the air, exposing her velveteen cunt, which twitched in expectation. Her attitude towards sex was a mixture of boldness and casualty, as her mother’s had been. She just didn’t seem to care about fucking, except that it was good.

Peter lay down on top of her, the muscles of his naked body hard and fast on her soft curves. He sucked on her satiny breasts, hands flowing down her voluptuousness to her heart-shaped ass, squeezing his fingers deep into the silken flesh. Felicity sighed lovingly, grabbing onto his burning cock and stroking it hard.

“So much to suck,” Felicity cooed, rolling on top of him.

She slid down his supine body, her juicy breasts rolling over his flat stomach, nipples notching across the lines of his abs. Holding his pounding cock still in her fist, she flicked her tongue out across his glans, tasting the precum that seeped from his flaring tip. A deep lust shuddered through her young body as she swept her tongue around in her mouth and tasted the first of his semen like the beginning lick of a lollipop.

Then she started on a feverish blowjob that swept away all the oral sex Peter’d ever had in his life, even with Mary Jane a fellatio queen who knew the ins and outs of his cock from the knob to the balls. There was just something about a barely legal teen, the daughter of a woman whose every hole he’d taken, that gave an obscene verve to the head he was getting.

Felicity used one hand to stroke the lower half of Peter’s erection. Her other hand clenched and unclenched on his scrotum, sending tingles through his cock. Her fiery mouth came down on the upper half of his endowment, saliva dripping down from her bobbing to lubricate her pistoning hand.

Peter groaned and shut his eyes as Felicity whipped her tongue around his knob. Then she sucked needfully on his cockhead, desperate to feel his thick load coating her throat from top to bottom.

Peter quickly saw that Felicity, like her mother, had no notion of being bashful when it came to sex. Moaning as she worked her burning lips up and down his shaft, she shifted her body catlike over his until her knees were folded on either side of his ribs, her neatly shaven pussy hovering over his face.

Her plump ass quivered as she slowly lowered it to his mouth. Peter took her small but juicy hips in each of his hands and began to lick her.

Felicity moaned into the obstruction in her mouth, sucking on it at a furious tempo while her hips bucked and heaved, thrusting down against his mouth. She rubbed her luscious cunt against his tongue in slow, lavish grinds, the taste of her honey filling his mouth, her ass quavering wildly in his kneading hands.

Soon, his cock grew steely in her mouth, quaking with potency and ready to shoot. Felicity slipped her mouth off of him. She ducked her head to his swollen balls, kissing and mouthing the engorged globes to tantalize Peter. Then she simply nuzzled into the warmth of his crotch while she came into his mouth, body undulating with lewd quivers that were electric with her delicious cream.

It was Felicity’s mother who had introduced her to sixty-nining, taught her how to keep her head even while she was receiving it, but the blonde had quickly figured out how to use the position with men. She loved the heated feel of a bestial erection in her mouth while she got off even more. She loved it even more than she’d loved her mother’s cunt coming on her face while Felicia tongued her through a series of wild climaxes.

Felicity gurgled out a scream deep in her throat and pushed her gushing sex harder against Peter’s mouth, coming all over again as she slurped on his thick manhood. She was feverishly excited, wanting his lengthy cock everywhere she could get it. She didn’t know where she wanted him first: in her excited pussy, up her ass, or staying in her eager mouth for more delicious swallows.

Felicia had told her to only let him sample her charms, but she hadn’t warned her daughter about the sample she would be getting of Peter. Now Felicity wanted more and more. Now that she’d started fucking him, she never wanted it to end.

Within her fleet thighs, Peter felt like he was suffocating between the tightness of her grip and how enthusiastically he shoved his face into her cunt. But it was so juicy and delicious, her inner muscles writhing and squirming and thrashing ecstatically all around his tongue, that he hardly cared.

Moaning and shuddering, sitting on his face and working her burning mouth ferociously on his cock, her hot tongue wrapped around his cockhead, Felicity was as big an explosion of sex to come into Peter’s life since he’d first met her mother.

What struck Peter as off, even as he was about to burst right inside of Felicity’s sucking mouth, was the idea that Felicia had actually sent Felicity to him. That was some next-level kink. Weapons grade. And yet…

Peter moaned and pushed Felicity’s hips away from his face. He was coming, coming in great raging torrents with Felicity’s mouth there to accept and relish everything he gave it. She whipped her head back and forth in a frenzy, forcing herself down on his spurting cock as much as swallowing what he delivered to her, her naked ass waging deliciously over his face while she enjoyed his cum.

Peter groaned hoarsely as he plundered her throat with his jism, waves of fierce delight exploding in him with each rope of cum he stopped. Moaning, Felicity licked the last few boiling drops of semen from her lips. She rolled off him, panting for breath, quivering with excitement.

“God, so much cum!” she gasped. “No wonder Mom liked fucking you so much. You wanna cigarette?”

Peter waved her off, still dazed. Felicity went and got one for herself, lighting it up and laying down on the mattress by his limp cock, which she petted lovingly with the hand not holding her smoke. Her face was totally innocent, like she had done nothing wrong. Peter doubted Mayday could look that innocent even after a day of planting trees.

But it was Felicia that worried him. “Felicity, let me get this right. Your mom sent you here to fuck me?”

“I would have come anyway, Mr. Parker,” Felicity reasoned with a long exhale of smoke.

“Call me Peter, now that we’ve gotten to know each other,” Peter said dryly. “How come your mother wants you to fuck me?”

“Because she wants to fuck you,” Felicity said smoothly. “And so do I. When we find a good thing, we share it.”

“So why didn’t she come here herself?”

Felicity’s fingers played his cock into stolid hardness, teasing, jerking, stroking away any tiredness. “Isn’t it obvious?” she laughed. “I’m the frosting. She’s the cake. You taste me first.”

“And then I taste her?” Peter asked, giving her ass a squeeze. Would she let him ram himself inside those juicy buttocks? He had a wild feeling she’d let him do anything that gave her gorgeous little body pleasure.

Felicity was panting now, ready for round two with his rock-hard erection. “Or else you don’t get me anymore. I do what my mother says, Mr. Peter. I’ve got to live with her. You don’t.”

“So if I satisfy her, I get to fuck you too?”

The slender blonde came up to straddle his waist, facing him as he lowered himself down to the mattress. She gripped his throbbing manhood and rubbed it against her juicy labia, shuddering with delight as they thrummed together with mutually energetic arousal.

“Call it a two-for-one deal,” Felicity moaned.

She slid her ready cunt down onto his cockhead, fierce pulsations radiating out from the contact and into both of them. Peter’s breath caught. He had a sudden feeling that this young girl was going to be on an entirely different level than Mary Jane and Felicia both.

Peter groaned, then offered Felicity a ready smile: “Don’t worry about your mother. I’ll have plenty left over for her.”

In reward, Felicity thrust out her firm breasts, arching her back, clenching and rolling her tight groin on his shaft. Otherwise, she was barely listening, lost in the delicious sensations of having her tight cunt full and throbbing with the powerful masculinity inside it.

It was hard for Peter not to see the cat in her—a wanton, sensuous animal in heat. And Felicia would be the same way. It was enough to make Peter worry he wouldn’t have enough in the tank after to handle Mary Jane. Then again, once upon a time, he’d managed MJ and Felicia in their prime. And that was with being Spider-Man eating away at his stamina, not to mention a new child.

She rode his hard cock, ululating, moaning as deep satisfaction set in with her lunges over his erection. Felicity had learned sex from her mother, from a dildo fucking her feverish little sex just like Felicia knew she herself loved.

Felicity had come to prefer the real thing, but when she’d straddled her nude mother, a double-headed dildo between them, she’d already known that her life would soon be revolving around this act. When she’d seduced and fucked a neighbor across the street, she’d driven him almost insane with her silken pussy.

“Oh hell, kitten, that’s tight!” Peter sighed. “God, you’ve got such a hot little cunt…”

Felicity clenched her inner muscles, undulated her lean belly, so that her folds sucked lasciviously on Peter’s manhood. It throbbed in turn, fucking back, bringing her pleasure at a slow, dreamy roll. She took his hands and drew them to her fiercely heaving breasts, then reared back her head. Lost in the lust she wholeheartedly gave herself over to.

Felicia had told her daughter to hold back the truth about their little game. Until Peter was hooked on both Felicity’s luscious pussy and the arrangements he could make with his wife and mistress, she didn’t want Felicity to even hint at all they wanted out of him.

But Felicity could tell Peter wasn’t shy. He might look clean-cut and buttoned down, but he was an adventurer. He wouldn’t be satisfied until he had all of them: the young daughter, the experienced mother, and his own lovely wife for good measure.

Up to now, the mother-daughter duo had had lousy luck finding someone to run their game on. The neighborhood where they lived was exclusive, a gated community of actors, singers, idle rich with yoga muscles and plastic surgery smiles. But they were just too damn boring to be really voluptuous. Caring more about their social media profiles than getting into some really good sin.

There’d been a boy down the street who’d come close to satisfying them both before he’d decided he might really be a girl and a frustrated housewife who was good for being spanked and whipped and slapped around, but otherwise gave them little to work with. Peter, Felicity could tell, was the answer to Felicia’s dreams. She didn’t just want to seduce him. She wanted him totally ensnared.

Felicity didn’t mind that. After all, she wanted his daughter. Much as she liked bonding with her mom, what would really be nice was forming the next generation of the Spider-Cat partnership. And this time no redhead would come between them… except maybe Mary Jane. She looked like even more of a MILF than Felicia, and her Felicity had actually fucked.