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A Mother's Work
By : DaVinciOfCrime
Category: DC Verse Comics > Superman
Views: 13014 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0Disclaimer: I do not own Superman or any associated acharacters. They belong to DC comics. I make no profit from this story. - Chapter List
Martha was back in the barn, still holding the projector. She stood still, frozen. She stayed that way for quite a while. Trying to process all this information. She eventually realized that she better go back inside, the boys would be back soon and they’d be looking for dinner.
A few days later, there was bad news. Jonathan’s older brother Matthew Kent, had a stroke. Jonathan, while somewhat distant from the rest of his family, felt that he had to go and see him in the hospital. But Matt Kent lived in Florida, which was a fair while from Smallville. He’d be gone a week, maybe two, with Martha left to look after Clark, even if Clark insisted he could look after the farm on his own. The two of them we’re going to be left alone. Together. “Now or never.” Martha thought. “Now or never.”
Two days after Jonathan left, Martha found herself in the bedroom. Clark had finally gone to the movies with Pete and Lana, and Martha had to get ready. Sitting on the bed, deep in thought. “Today is the day.” She opened her wardrobe and began going through her clothes. She’d never realized just how modest her outfits wear, not until she found the trunk. The “pre-Clark” trunk. All the clothes she used to wear before Clark came in to her life. Nothing really skanky or anything. But low cut tank tops and too tight jeans were a far cry from the wholesome farmwife look she had now. That’s when she found it, the outfit, THAT outfit. Martha could barely suppress a chuckle. A lacy black bra and thong panties, complete with matching robe and high heels. “Jeez, I can’t BELIEVE I ever wore this!” she thought. She’d bought it for Jonathan’s birthday, but had stopped wearing it around, well around the time Clark showed up. Which was a damn shame, Jon’s reaction was always priceless, eyes bulging and mouth agape, he’d literally drool, just a little. She really loved having that kind of… control. Screw it, she just had to try it on again.
Even at forty, Martha Kent was damn fine woman. Reddish-brown hair, just above her shoulders and sparkling blue eyes, even her glasses couldn’t effect how gorgeous they were, in fact, they seemed to enhance them. Jonathan had called them “sexy”, and he wasn’t one to throw that word around lightly, or often for that matter. But enough about hair and eyes. Let’s talk about figure.
Martha Kent was in great shape. Long, toned legs. A flat tummy. Magnificent breasts, not too small, not too big, and perfectly shaped, with the prettiest little nipples God ever gave a woman. But that wasn’t the best part, not by a long shot. The best part was her behind. Martha turned around in the mirror, and took a look at what many consider her best (ahem) asset. A big, round, firm ass. Even now, even with her modest, almost frumpy clothes, she still had guys gawking at her derriere every time she went in to town. She’d even overheard Clark’s friend, Pete Ross talking about her “booty” and just how great he thought it was. She knew she should have been disgusted, but she couldn’t help but be proud. She looked at herself in the mirror some more and decided. “This is it, this is what I’m gonna wear.” Martha Kent had aged like fine wine. Even at forty, she still had it, what ever “it” is. Clark was going to be back soon, and boy, was in he for the surprise of a lifetime!
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