A Mother's Work
Chapter Nine
She was amazed at how good it felt, this night was supposed to be about helping Clark, but Martha would be lying if she said she wasn’t having the time of her life. “Oh! That’s it baby! F-fuck me!” she whispered. “What?” said a flabbergasted Clark. “FUCK ME!” screamed Martha. That did it.
Clark had grabbed her hips and was know really going for it, pounding her furiously. Savagely. The sight of his mother’s perfect ass jiggling like crazy, combined with the sound of her outright DEMANDING that he give it to her hard had driven him in to a frenzy, as Martha rode in to yet another climax.
“Hey Ma, let’s try this.” said Clark, as he moved them in to the doggy style position. Clark’s thrusts became harder and harder, and Martha was loving it. She loved the soft, gentle lovemaking, but hot damn if the total opposite didn’t have it’s perks! He slammed in to her, like an animal, like a savage beast out in the jungle.
Martha Kent was getting FUCKED.
But in between the mind blowing orgasms, Martha began to worry. What if she was too late? Lara had warned her that Clark my turn in to an insatiable beast. What if he already had, and Martha was going to be his first…. victim? She had no time to think though, as Clark had apparently tired of doing her from behind and was flipping her over. She almost expected to look up and see the face of a maniac, a sex fiend, a monster. She saw none of these things. She looked up and saw her son, her Clark, baby blue eyes shining. She kissed him, deeply, passionately as she felt the big one, THE orgasm rushing upon her, and felt Clark about to climax as well. She kissed him and wouldn’t let go.
She saw stars, she saw the whole damn solar system. Martha Kent had left the building. She was in a another dimension, another plane of existence. Words could not describe. Pleasure, ecstasy etc. were just not enough to describe what Martha Kent felt at that moment in time. As she left that wonderful, magnificent place. She could hear herself screaming with joy, Clark finally pulling out and firing load after load all over her body. Her face, her breasts, her hair, even her feet somehow. She saw him in utter bliss, similar to her own, and smiled. Her baby boy collapsed beside her. Exhausted, as was she. “Ma?” “Yes, honey?” “I love you, Ma.” “I love you too, Clark.”
They slept.