A Mother's Work
Chapter Seven
Martha started stroking him, needing two hands just to work him properly. Then started licking up and down his long shaft, nice and slow, Clark’s reaction was predictable. “Ohhhh yeah, Ma.” She took his head in her mouth, swirling her tongue around, tasting him and loving it. Then, it was on. She was going to town on him, paying him back for the job she did on him. Slurping and sucking and licking and jerking. She was surprised at how good he tasted, at how horny she was. She was equally at surprised Clark’s stamina, usually by now the guy would be moaning and groaning, ready to pop, but Clark was just looking down, boyish grin beaming away. Martha took this as a challenge and doubled her efforts. Clark was starting to react now. “Aw, that’s good, Ma. Keep doing that.” But that wasn’t enough, not for her, not for Martha Kent.
She went back to the head, opened her mouth as wide as possible, and crammed as much cock as she could right down her throat. “Oh Goddamn Ma! Oh! Ungh!”. She held it for as long as she could, keeping over half of his huge rod trapped in the tight wet hotness of her throat. She nearly choked, but it was worth it just to see Clark shiver and moan. She took his hand and placed them on the back of her head. “I think you know what to do Clark.” Clark was hesitant. He could hurt her, his mother, and was wary of the risk. “A-are you sure, Ma?” Clark said, his tone changing back to that of a nervous fifteen year old on the couch, instead of the confidant sex god he had been in the bedroom. Martha simply looked up at her wonderful little boy with a smile. “Clark, sweetie, I trust you.”
Assured, Clark began to push on his Ma’s head, probing her lips with his dick, short little thrusts in to her mouth. She moaned. And that was enough. He began to steadily thrust in, hitting the back of her throat before pulling all the way out and doing it again.
Clark Kent could not believe the night he was having. Standing his bedroom, buck naked, with his dick thrusting in and out of the mouth of his own mother. He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. He was going a bit faster now, picking up the pace and loving every second of it. It felt soooo good. The fact that his mother was moaning and groaning, sending the most lovely vibrations through his dick was just the icing on the cake. But he knew it couldn’t last forever. He felt it. His climax, rushing faster and faster. “Oh Ma! Oh Ma, I’m Gonna…! I’m Gonna…! OHHHHH!!” without thinking, he pushed down on Martha’s head, shoving the entirety of his monstrous cock down her throat. Spurting load after load straight in to her stomach. Martha panicked, she was running out of air, Clark was unintentionally choking her. She pushed back on his legs, removing the huge rod from her throat, only to get several strands of seed fired right on her face and breasts. Clark was almost delirious, his first “proper” orgasm sapping away his mental coherence. It was only a few seconds later that Clark even noticed his sticky mother gasping on the floor.