Clark and Martha Collection
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Category:
Smallville › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
11,996
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Disclaimer: I do not own Smallville, and I do not make any money from these writings.
Clark and Martha Collection
“Clark, you need a shower” Martha said having found Clark moping on the sofa. He walked forward and wrapped his arms around her.
“I miss her, mom,” he all but sobbed into her shoulder.
“I know, I know,” Martha said, his large frame crushing her smaller one as she tried to pull him into the kitchen.
“I couldn't save her this time,” Clark said.
His weight was too much for her to support and she ended up pinned beneath him on the floor. Clark let out another choked sob and pressed his face into Martha’s sweet smelling red hair.
“I can't go to Jor-El this time,” Clark whimpered.
“So why don’t you?” Martha asked softly, her fingers lightly trailing down his shoulder blade.
“Because I can’t. he'd just punish me.”
“Oh, Clark.”
His lips found the crook of her warm neck and he couldn’t help but place a light kiss on it.
“Clark,” Martha warned.
“Shut up,” he replied with a slightly angry tone in his voice.
Martha was right there beneath him. Warm, alive, soft and touchable. She was his adoptive mother but she wasn't his real mother.
“Take your clothes off,” he whispered into her ear.
Clark, like everyone, had a dark side. He was angry with himself for letting Lana die and he couldn't do anything about it. Clark sat up and removed his jacket, shirt revealing his toned body to Martha and his pants with his underwear making Martha gasped at the sight of her son's cock.
She got up hesitantly and he grabbed her red sweater lifting it over her head revealing a white bra, her large breasts held together by them. He unzipped her pants while looking into her eyes revealing white panties. She was toned and shapely even in her forties. Clark ripped her bra from her chest her bare breasts spilling for him to see. She tries to cover herself but he brushes her arms gently. "I want to see, all of you" he growled. Clark slid her panties down then throwing them to the sofa soon they were both naked in front of each other. She was beautiful, a trimmed red bush between her legs.
Clark leaned in and kissed her roughly sticking his tongue into her mouth making her moan. "Clark...this is wrong" she moaned.
"No it isn't, you aren't my real mother" he growled his lips traveling down her neck. Clark grabs her breasts giving them a good squeeze. She moaned loudly. Clark took her pink nipple into his mouth and sucked hard licking at them making her moan giving the other breast attention. Clark grunted and took hold of her bending her over the sofa
She shivered, feeling the moisture between her thighs. His large hands took hold of her hips again as he pressed his hard cock inside of her. Martha bit down on her lip, tasting blood, to keep herself from screaming out his name. He was silent as well, the only sound that filled the room was the sound of flesh smacking against flesh.
“Oh god!” Clark cried out as he gripped Martha’s hips hard and came inside of her.
“I miss her, mom,” he all but sobbed into her shoulder.
“I know, I know,” Martha said, his large frame crushing her smaller one as she tried to pull him into the kitchen.
“I couldn't save her this time,” Clark said.
His weight was too much for her to support and she ended up pinned beneath him on the floor. Clark let out another choked sob and pressed his face into Martha’s sweet smelling red hair.
“I can't go to Jor-El this time,” Clark whimpered.
“So why don’t you?” Martha asked softly, her fingers lightly trailing down his shoulder blade.
“Because I can’t. he'd just punish me.”
“Oh, Clark.”
His lips found the crook of her warm neck and he couldn’t help but place a light kiss on it.
“Clark,” Martha warned.
“Shut up,” he replied with a slightly angry tone in his voice.
Martha was right there beneath him. Warm, alive, soft and touchable. She was his adoptive mother but she wasn't his real mother.
“Take your clothes off,” he whispered into her ear.
Clark, like everyone, had a dark side. He was angry with himself for letting Lana die and he couldn't do anything about it. Clark sat up and removed his jacket, shirt revealing his toned body to Martha and his pants with his underwear making Martha gasped at the sight of her son's cock.
She got up hesitantly and he grabbed her red sweater lifting it over her head revealing a white bra, her large breasts held together by them. He unzipped her pants while looking into her eyes revealing white panties. She was toned and shapely even in her forties. Clark ripped her bra from her chest her bare breasts spilling for him to see. She tries to cover herself but he brushes her arms gently. "I want to see, all of you" he growled. Clark slid her panties down then throwing them to the sofa soon they were both naked in front of each other. She was beautiful, a trimmed red bush between her legs.
Clark leaned in and kissed her roughly sticking his tongue into her mouth making her moan. "Clark...this is wrong" she moaned.
"No it isn't, you aren't my real mother" he growled his lips traveling down her neck. Clark grabs her breasts giving them a good squeeze. She moaned loudly. Clark took her pink nipple into his mouth and sucked hard licking at them making her moan giving the other breast attention. Clark grunted and took hold of her bending her over the sofa
She shivered, feeling the moisture between her thighs. His large hands took hold of her hips again as he pressed his hard cock inside of her. Martha bit down on her lip, tasting blood, to keep herself from screaming out his name. He was silent as well, the only sound that filled the room was the sound of flesh smacking against flesh.
“Oh god!” Clark cried out as he gripped Martha’s hips hard and came inside of her.