Susanjillparker Is Spider Woman 2

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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With Alaska not having any deadly spiders, unfortunately, somehow, a Brazilian banana spider, also known as a Brazilian wandering spider, Phoneutria nigriventer had, somehow, gotten in my luggage at the airport. Something that I didn't know until I read about it later on the internet, one of the world's deadliest spiders, the eight-legged predator is infamous for its potent venom. When I unpacked my bag in the bathroom after showering and while naked, with it moving too fast for me to react, the spider quickly crawled up my leg.

Spotting the spider too late, when I tried to slap it away, it bit me in my vagina and on my clit. Fortunately, I was wearing slippers instead of bare feet, so I stepped on it and squashed it. Glad that we had wi-fi, it wasn't until I picked the dead body up with a paper towel and looked it up on the internet that I discovered the type of spider that had bitten me.

Not knowing what kind of spider that it was until I researched it, having never heard of such a spider, the arachnid was a Brazilian banana spider also known as a Brazilian wandering spider. Strangely enough with the females one to three inches long, the males are only half an inch long. Yet, the male spiders pack a much more potently powerful and poisonous bite. Indeed, judging the sex by the small size of it, indeed, it was a male spider that bit me.

'Oh, my God,' I thought. 'I'm going to die. Never thinking that I'd need a doctor in the Alaskan rainforest, I wondered how far the nearest hospital was.'

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Later, when I continued researching the spider and read about it on the internet, thank God, I didn't have any of the symptoms, no redness, soreness, or swelling. I didn't have any of the reactions that it said that I may have after being bitten. Oddly enough, other than suddenly feeling horny, I didn't even feel pain where the spider bit me. With me not having any reaction to the spider bite, other than having the need for sex, I suspected that I was immune to the spider's poisonous bite.

Conversely, if this spider had bitten Brad, aside from causing him intense pain, the venom from this specific type of spider could have led to a condition known as Priapism in men. If the man survived the bite, deadlier than taking a triple dose of Viagra, Priapism refers to prolonged and painful erections that last for many hours. As soon as the spider bit me, perhaps because the spider bit me in my pussy and, perhaps, different for a woman than it is for a man, instead of feeling intense pain, I felt an overwhelming sensation of sexual arousal.

A story that only a science fiction writer could imagine and write, instead of falling ill, I felt immensely horny. I not only wanted sex but also, I needed sex now. Alone in this small cabin in the middle of the Alaskan rainforest, it wasn't as if I could drive to a bar and pick up a man. The only available man who could give me what I needed, wanted, and had to have sex with was my stepson, God help him. Unable to control myself, no longer having to dare myself to do so, I was ready to have sex with him.

I stared at my naked self in the bathroom mirror. I fondled my big breasts while imagining Brad not only seeing my naked breasts but also feeling and fondling my big tits while sucking my erect nipples. I fingered my nipples to bigger erections while visualizing him pinching, pulling, turning, and twisting my erect nipples and sucking my nipples.

Then, I reached my hand down and rubbed my clit where the spider bit me while envisioning Brad masturbating me. I imagined him licking my pussy while fingering my cunt. I imagined him sucking on my clit while finger fucking me. I pictured him eating me before making love to me and fucking me. I parted my vagina lips to look where the spider bit me and there wasn't even a mark.

Already so very wet, I was drenched with sexual anticipation of having forbidden sex with my stepson. Dripping wet, I've never been as ready for sex as I was now. Something that I've always wanted to do but something that I'd never do before, I wanted to do now. I wanted to have sex with Brad. I wanted to have forbidden sex with my stepson.

Fanning myself with my hand, suddenly, I was hot. Yet, I wasn't hot from the weather; I was hot from my wanton, carnal yearning for my stepson. I was hot with lust and sexual desire for Brad. I was hot with what I had dared myself to do and what I was about to do.

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Something that I've never done before, instead of putting on my nightgown, not even having to dare myself to do so, I remained naked. I felt so free being naked. I wondered what his reaction would be to seeing me without my clothes. I dared myself to walk out of the bathroom naked. I double dared myself to show him what I looked like without my nightgown. Ready to expose my naked body to him, something that I had always wanted to do but had never done until that spider bit me, I've never been as sexually aroused as I was now.

While wearing nothing but my sexy smile and my slippers, as if my stepson was my husband, my boyfriend, or my lover, I walked from the bathroom to the bed naked. Unembarrassed and unashamed, showing him the cocksucking whore that I am, I was immodestly immoral, but I no longer cared. Curious for his reaction, while hoping that he'd touch me, feel me, fondle me, and have sex with me, I wanted him to see me without my nightgown.

Again, after daring myself to do so and going through with it, I wondered what his reaction would be to seeing me without my nightgown? Would he look at me? Would he stare at me? Or would he look away in embarrassment and shame?

There was only one way for me to know what he'd do. As if I was a model on a runway of a naked fashion show in New York or at an AVN adult entertainment convention in Las Vegas, I held my head high, and stuck out my chest. I walked out of the bathroom without my clothes. I was naked. I was naked in front of my stepson.

The first time seeing me without my clothes, as soon as he saw me, he stared at me with his eyes bulging out of his head and his mouth hanging open. He stared at me in the way that I hoped he'd stare at me. Giving him a good, long look of my naked body, I stood before him with my arms by my side.

As if he was dreaming or having a sexual fantasy, Brad stared at my enormous, naked breasts and my erect, pink nipples. He stared at my blonde, trimmed pussy. Then, when I walked to the bed and leaned forward to lower the blanket and sheet, I felt him staring at my shapely, naked ass. I climbed in the bed and pulled the sheet and blanket over me.

I looked over at him. I gave him a sexy smile. I gave him a naughty look.

"I'm tired from the long flight and the drive from the airport. I'm going to take a nap," I said. "You must be tired, too. Will you join me," I asked, patting the bed?

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I looked over at him to give him another sexy smile and another naughty look. Hoping that he wouldn't reject me, he didn't. He surprised me as much as he sexually aroused me, as if his clothes were on fire, he stripped himself naked. He stood by the bed to show me his swollen, naked prick that stuck out at full attention while pointing at me. Then, he climbed in bed next to me. He put his muscular arm around my naked shoulders and pulled me to him.

"With your birthday yesterday," I said with a sexy laugh. "Consider me your belated birthday present," I said with another laugh while staring up at him with a big smile. "Feel free to do whatever you'd like to me."

As if I was Marilyn Monroe and he was President Kennedy, I looked up at him with lustful and inappropriate, sexual desire.

"Happy birthday, Brad," I said leaning up to him to give him a kiss on his lips.

This time, I parted his lips with my tongue and French kissed him. He returned my deep, wet kiss with his French kiss. Something that I've always wanted to do, I reached down for him and wrapped my fingers around his erect prick.

I squeezed his cock and fingered the head of his big dick while holding him in my hand. Then, I slowly stroked him. Impossible for him to believe, and hard for me to wrap my head around, I couldn't believe that I was giving my stepson a slow, hand job. I stroked him a little faster. I stroked him a little harder. Yet, not wanting him to cum just yet, I continued to slowly stroke him again.

Returning the sexual favor of me surrendering my naked body to him, surprising me when he did, he pushed the blanket and the sheet off of me so that he could stare at my naked body. Obviously a breast man, and with him always wanting to touch my naked breasts in the way that I always wanted to wrap my fingers around his big dick, he felt my tits. He felt one before feeling the other.

Then, he fondled and squeezed my naked breasts with his hand. Finally, he cupped them in his big hand, first one and then the other. He pinched, pulled, turned, and twisted my hard and erect nipples. Finally, he leaned down and took my nipples in his mouth, first one, and then the other. Something that I had always wanted him to do, he sucked my nipples.

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While glad that he wasn't the one bitten by the spider, I was intensely aroused to do all that I had yearned to do to Brad's naked body. Not taking no for an answer, I asked him the question that he, no doubt, hoped that I'd ask him. While continuing to stroke his big dick, I stared up at him to see his reaction to what I was about to ask him. With me, his stepmother, and him my stepson, would he say yes or no to my question?

I looked up at him and smiled. I gave him another sexy look and a naughty smile. If it wasn't enough that I was naked and in bed with him naked, too, I dared myself to ask him my question.

"Would you like me to blow you, Brad," I asked?

As if he had lost his ability to speak, with his eyes bugging out of his head, he stared at me in shocked surprise. Clearly, not having to guess his answer, he wanted me to blow him. Yet, needing him to answer me, I asked him my question again.

"Would you like mommy to suck your cock," I asked while fingering the head of his engorged prick and continuing to stare up at him.

Again, when he didn't answer me, I reached down to cup his testicles in my hand before I held his big dick my hand again. I continued slowly stroking his prick to an even bigger and harder erection. As if I owned and controlled him with my hand, I loved masturbating him.

"As my birthday gift to you, Brad, I'd love to give you oral sex. I'd love to suck your cock. I'd love to blow you," I said. "I'd love you to cum in mommy's mouth. Would you like to cum in your stepmother's mouth and watch me swallow your cum," I asked?

Again, having lost his ability to speak, he nodded his head.

I made my way halfway down the bed. I took him in my hand again to slowly stroke him before taking him in my mouth to blow him. With his big dick stretching my mouth, I stared up at him with my blue eyes while stroking his prick and sucking his dick. I stroked him faster. I stroked him harder. I sucked him deeper. Having given too many blowjobs to count, I gave him the best blowjob that I have given anyone.