A Mother's Work

Now, this wasn’t the first Clark had… noticed his mother. No, the first time had been a year or so ago. When Pete had talked about her “booty” and called her a “MILF”. Of course, at the time, Clark told him to shut up and stop being gross, but it put certain thoughts in his head. He started looking at her differently after that. Not all the time! He wasn’t some sort of perv or anything. Or at least, that’s what he told himself. But he… noticed her. How pretty she was, her perfect smile and such. But most importantly, he noticed the same thing every other male in Smallville noticed, her butt.

But that was then, this is now. Her mother’s lips were only an inch away from his, and he wasn’t fighting back. He wasn’t saying no. He was just breathing harder than he ever had before. They kissed.

Lips crashing against each other, everything else seemed to melt away. The T.V, the farm, Pa, all their fears and hesitation were gone. They were lovers now, no turning back. They stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity, until Martha broke away needing to catch her breath. “Wow.” they said in unison. They looked each other right in the eyes, smiles across each face, before crashing back in to each other. Clark was lying back now, with Martha on top of him. Their tongues slipping in and out of each other’s mouths, wrestling. She began kissing and licking his neck, as he explored her with his hands as she did the same to him. She felt his muscles, especially interested in the makings of a future set of six pack abs. “Touch me, Clark honey.” He brushed past her breast, now pushing their way out of her bra, running his hand across her back and sides, sending electricity though her. His hand went lower, grabbing at her ass. He squeezed with each hand, a little too hard. “Oh!” Martha said in surprise. “Sorry, Ma.” “Don’t be sorry, do it again!” she replied, a naughtiness in her voice that she hadn’t used in years. Clark was happy to oblige, squeeze and kneading and even given her a slap on the ass. “Oh yeah, honey!” That was it, Clark was going to take this to the next level. He stood up and slung her over his shoulder like it was nothing. “Come on, Ma.” Clark whispered. “Let’s take this somewhere more appropriate.”

Clark casually carried his mother to his bedroom.