SUPER SPIDER-MAN

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School started, classes began and ended, and soon it was time to go home. Throughout the day, Gwen, Mary Jane, and Liz kept glancing at Peter with interest.

Whenever they got the chance, they approached him, surrounded him, and started chatting. This made Peter feel quite satisfied, as his relationship with them was growing, and the girls were starting to see him in a new light.

When school ended, Gwen and Liz went their separate ways, albeit with reluctant looks; they wanted to go with Peter just like Mary Jane. But since their houses were in different directions, they could only part ways after catching Mary Jane's teasing smile.

Both Gwen and Liz decided that they would teach Mary Jane a lesson for teasing them and for getting Peter all to herself.

"So, MJ, what do you wanna be? What's your goal?" Peter asked as they walked together.

"Well, I'm still figuring it out, but I know I just want a job that'll let me support my mom and sister." Mary Jane's expression turned somber, "You know about my family problems and about my dad, right?" She continued.

Peter nodded, already aware of her situation. Her father's loud drunken episodes were no secret, and almost everyone in the neighborhood knew about her family's struggles.

'Why did I bring that up?' Mary Jane thought, regretting her words, fearing Peter might start seeing her differently.

"I know." Peter said gently, taking her hand in his, "And don't worry—I'll always be here for you. You can count on me."

Mary Jane looked surprised for a moment, then smiled and tightened her grip on his hand.

"Thank you, Peter."

They continued walking toward their homes, chatting and laughing, their hands still entwined.

Once they reached her house, Mary Jane said goodbye and, after a glance back at Peter, went inside. When she was gone, Peter returned to his own house and headed straight to his room.

Creak!

As soon as he entered, Velora, his spider companion, leapt from her web and landed on his head, jumping with excitement.

"Looks like you're happy to see me." Peter chuckled, gently placing her in his hand and rubbing her slowly, "I'm glad to see you too."

In response, Velora's face lit up with an animated smile.

After a quick bath and change of clothes, Peter let Velora drink a bit of his blood and started planning his next moves. Now that he had powers, he could begin taking on criminals, whether by day or night. But first, he needed one critical thing—a suit.

Noticing there was still some time before May would return from work, he grabbed his savings, which the previous Peter had stashed away, and left the house with Velora hidden in the pocket of his shirt.

His plan was to buy materials to make his own suit. He wanted something advanced but, lacking funds, he decided to settle for a simpler version for now, until his body fully merged with his new bloodlines and he could find ways to become wealthy.

And he already knew how to make that happen. Since it was still early in the Marvel timeline, Peter recalled from news reports that Tony Stark—aka Iron Man—would soon be heading to Afghanistan.

Peter planned to save him, earn his favor, and negotiate for company shares as a reward for saving his life. It was a perfect plan to lift himself out of poverty and give May the better life she deserved.

After Uncle Ben's death, May had dedicated her life to raising Peter, and now that he had the means to become rich, he was determined to make it happen.

After buying the materials he needed for the suit, Peter returned home to find that May had already arrived from work.

"Peter, where did you go?" May asked, noticing the bag in his hand.

"I went out to get some things." Peter replied, placing the bag on the table and hugging her gently, "I missed you, May." He added, inhaling her intoxicating scent.

"Oh~ Look at you—" May began, intending to tease him, but stopped mid-sentence as she felt his hands lightly resting on her ass, gripping it gently.

A hug would've been fine, but the subtle touch sent a strange sensation through her. She knew Peter was her blood nephew and had always thought of him as a son, but an unfamiliar feeling stirred within her.

'What am I thinking? Peter is like my son!' She thought, trying to break the hug, wanting to dispel the guilty pleasure she felt. But Peter held her gently, not letting go.

'If Peter makes another move, I'm not sure if I'll be able to hold back.' She thought, though the feeling vanished as Peter finally released her.

"I have some work to do, so I'm going to my room." Peter said, picking up the bag and heading upstairs.

After Peter was gone, May touched her panty under her clothes. It was slightly wet. Feeling her wet fingers, she felt a mix of disbelief and guilt.

"I must be going crazy." She murmured, still shocked that her nephew's touch had stirred her so. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't ignore the feelings. She resolved that she would masturbate tonight—a decision she hadn't made in a long time.

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Meanwhile, in his room, Peter smiled, satisfied with his progress. He knew May's reaction indicated she had felt something from his touch. No matter who the woman was, he believed everyone craved intimacy and pleasure.

Now, he just needed to tease her gently over time and wait for her to come to him.

"Let's make the suit." He said, turning his attention to the materials he'd laid out.

On his table were blue cloth, red cloth, a pair of black goggles, and a few other tools. With everything he needed to create his suit in front of him, Peter felt his excitement build.

From under his bed, he pulled out a sewing machine, placed it on the table, and began the process of creating his first Spider-Man suit.

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Inside his cramped bedroom, Peter sat at his desk, his eyes scanning the red and blue cloth sprawled in front of him. On one side of the table, a pair of goggles glinted under the small lamp's light, waiting for their turn to be transformed. The hum of an old sewing machine filled the room as Peter's fingers threaded the needle carefully, determined to make his vision a reality.

"Alright, Peter… just focus." He muttered to himself, adjusting the blue fabric under the sewing machine's needle. The material was thick, sturdy.

He pressed the pedal, guiding the fabric steadily, and watched the stitches form neatly along the edge. His mind wandered to the details he'd sketched out the night before—a suit that could handle his wall-crawling, stretching, and high-speed swings through the city.

After a while, he paused to inspect his work. He held up the sewn blue fabric against his torso and took a moment to imagine himself in action, "Well… it's coming together." He murmured, a small smile breaking through.

Next, he reached for the red cloth, cutting out strips for the arms and chest with care. He planned to add his own emblem, the iconic spider he had drawn so many times on paper now finally about to be brought to life. Piece by piece, the suit was taking form, and with each stitch, his excitement grew.

Peter turned his attention to the goggles. They'd give him the sharper vision he needed, and they looked intimidating enough to keep criminals at bay.

After what felt like hours of stitching, adjusting, and even the occasional sigh of frustration, Peter held up the nearly completed suit with pride. It wasn't perfect, but it was his—designed for the new, unknown future that awaited him.

Standing in front of the mirror, he imagined the streets of New York beneath him, the wind rushing past as he swung from building to building. This suit was more than fabric; it was the first step toward becoming something greater.

Satisfied, Peter folded it carefully, sat it aside and came down to eat dinner as it was already very late.