Although I had managed to navigate the girl problem for now, there was a much harder problem waiting.
"This seriously can't go on," I muttered, taking deeper breaths.
It wasn't just about my dick staying hard most of the time. It was about my hyper-stimulated mind!
It was fixated on women—on their breasts, their butts, on sex. And the worst part was, I didn't even need to imagine it. With my X-ray vision, I could see their naked bodies, watch them fuck, hear every gasp and moan clearly. And it wasn't limited to one or two women either, but all of Smallville had become a live Porn show for me!
To quiet these thoughts, I had jerked off countless times as a voyeur, treating it like another form of porn. But even after I came, the urges didn't fade. They escalated, spiraling into fantasies of me joining the women—kissing, thrusting my dick deep inside them. It felt like someone had dosed me with an aphrodisiac, turning me into a vessel of raw lust. I almost wondered if I was suffering from some mental or physiological affliction!
From the beginning, I had trained relentlessly to master self-control, whether over my body or my mind. But now, reining in my powers felt easier than this. It didn't help that I had a cute girlfriend like Lana clinging to me constantly, her presence was like a relentless assault on my restraint. And from here on, those attacks would only double up because of Chloe.
Today had been the breaking point. Those intrusive thoughts had overpowered my awareness of my surroundings. In this safe space, it was fine, but in a fight or anywhere else, such a lapse could prove fatal—even for me.
"I've trained my whole life to become the ultimate version of Superman," I said with a sigh, "but if I don't address this issue, I'll devolve into nothing more than a Horny Superman." I clenched my fist. "Looks like it's time for some drastic measures."
My gaze shifted straight to Lana's house.
It was nearly evening, and Lana was due to stay at our place for dinner—a routine we had fallen into over the past month.
Another familiar pattern involved Laura, who, with the house to herself, had gotten drunker than usual. She was sprawled out on her bed watching some steamy flick about a wife cheating on her husband.
I figured she was probably fantasizing about getting revenge on her own late husband that way. In fact when her sister Nell had asked if she would date anyone new, Laura had admitted it was too soon to think about it—but that didn't mean she wasn't craving it. So if I wanted to make a move, I didn't have much time left.
I headed downstairs, grabbed a glass of orange juice, and told Ma that the groceries I was planning to buy tomorrow, I would pick up now instead. I pocketed some money, slung the grocery bag over my shoulder, and waved goodbye to the girls chatting in the kitchen before taking off.
I reached the base of Lana's house in seconds. From there, a swift leap carried me to her window, which—as I had suspected—was unlocked. She had a habit of leaving it open for me. I slipped inside, stashed the bag in her room, and crept quietly toward Laura's door.
My heart pounded in my chest. I had fantasized about this so many times, but now it was real. I had backup plans if things went south, but still I was definitely taking a big risk.
I twisted the knob; the door wasn't locked. Easing it open, I stepped inside, the room reeked of alcohol. Anyone else that wasn't me would have been stunned by the steamy scene happening in the room.
The room's lights were off, the only glow was coming from the boxy television screen, where a young man was pounding an older woman on a bed.
In front of the TV sat a large bed with two 'occupants': a half-empty bottle of whiskey and a naked red-haired woman. Her legs splayed wide, her full breasts exposed with brown nipples stiff and erect, her fiery hair fanned out across multiple pillows.
One hand kneaded her tits, while the other gripped a long cucumber, its tip sliding in and out of her slick pussy.
That woman was the prim and proper Laura Lang, now moaning softly, syncing her sounds with the woman's cries from the screen, who was getting fucked.
Even from my own house, I could see and hear everything happening in this room perfectly with my powers. But now, standing right in front of her, witnessing it in person, I could barely contain myself!
Still, a rational part of my brain recognized how sad this scene was. The woman before me was Laura—Lana's mother, she was connected to my family, and me in ways that made this all too complicated. She was clearly going through a rough emotional time after her husband's death... and here I was, planning to take advantage of her vulnerability.
I nearly stepped back... but her masturbating milf body looked too hot and irresistible to ignore! In the end, my rational side compromised: I wasn't really exploiting her; I was going to help her instead... just in my own way!
"Aunty Laura," I said in an innocent voice as I approached her.
Her eyes, glued to the TV screen, snapped to me. "Eh... Clark... Shit, h-how are you here?" she slurred, dropping the cucumber and fumbling to cover herself with her hands.
"I-I heard Aunty's voice and came into the room... Aunty, why is this so hard?" I asked innocently, moving closer and dropping my pants in one swift motion.
As my pants hit the floor, my raging boner sprang free—an adult-sized cock, thicker and longer than the one on screen. It slapped against her outstretched leg. My abnormal size was another reason I had held back with Lana; she would freak out just seeing it.
But Laura's reaction was the opposite. "Fuck... so big," she muttered under her breath, her drunken gaze locking onto my erect cock in the TV's flickering light.
"Aunty... please help me, it hurts so much," I pleaded, gently pulling her soft hand from her tits and wrapping it around my shaft.
"This... this is even bigger than the cucumber," she breathed heavily, gripping it. "And it's... so hard too!"
"Aunty... please do something fast," I urged, her soft touch already sending waves of pleasure through me.
In the background, the woman on TV moaned louder, begging to be fucked harder before her husband returned.
"A real cock... bigger than even him!" Laura was deep in her drunken haze, her focus shifting entirely to my dick as she began stroking it slowly.
This was the first handjob I had ever received in either of my lives, and it felt worlds apart from jerking myself off. Her grip was looser, her skin silkier, and the sight of her flushed red face, drunk and intent, as she pumped my cock was intoxicating.
"Aunty... faster... do it faster," I hissed, the sensation building intensely.
"Yeah, a big cock like this deserves... special treatment, heehee," she giggled, sitting up. One hand massaged her own heavy tits while the other guided my cock to her lips. She dragged her wet tongue along its length in a long, slow lick.
A jolt shot from my cock up my spine straight to my brain! My sensitive shaft was being licked by this hot milf's tongue! The visual hit as hard as the physical rush.
I ached to grab Laura's soft tits myself, but I kept my hands clasped behind my back. In this supercharged state, I didn't trust my strength not to hurt her. So I stayed still, letting her take the lead—and she seemed thrilled to, her drunken mind lost in licking my cock and fingering her own pussy.
"Aunty... please take it in your mouth!" I gasped, feeling my climax approaching fast.
She shifted from licking my glans to enveloping the tip with her pretty lips, opening wide to slide it inside. She was awkward at first—probably hadn't done this much with her late husband—but those thoughts vanished as the reality sank in: I was finally getting a real blowjob!
I felt my cock sink into her warm, wet mouth, the suction was incredible. Watching this sexy milf bob on my shaft was seriously overwhelming!
"I'm coming, Aunty!" I warned, my toes curling, spine arching. All my pent-up tension exploded as I let loose!
A fleeting, horrifying image flashed in my mind—my dick blasting Laura's head off—but I dismissed it. I had tested this numerous times before; I just shot cum like any other regular guy.
"Gulp! Gulp!" Thick ropes of white cum fired straight into Laura's mouth, and she swallowed them down with half-lidded eyes.
The sight was so hot! I kept my eyes open, locked on her, until every last spurt filled her throat.
"Haa… so sticky… so much, heehee," she murmured, her green eyes gazing up at me in a drunken haze. "Did you like the blowjob from your dear Aunty, Clark? Heehee." She giggled, tracing a dribble of white cum from her lips back into her mouth with her finger.
Even though I had just cum, her teasing gesture, sultry voice, and her hot body felt too much! My head felt hotter, my lust hardly subsiding.
"That felt so good, Aunty!" I rasped huskily. "But it's still hard and painful… Can you do something else to help me, Aunty?" I asked, feigning innocence.
In the background, the woman on TV moaned louder, praising how much better her lover fucked her than her husband.
"Ah, fuck… I really need something hard down here," Laura slurred, her flushed face turning redder as her fingers rubbed her slick pussy.
"I can help you, Aunty," I said, stepping closer and angling my rigid cock towards her face again.
"Yes, th-this would work perfectly," she muttered, grasping my shaft and tugging me down with it as she lay back. "Put it in here… fast… I want it inside." She spread her pussy lips wide, eyes fluttering shut.
My mind reeled with heat, her body was even hotter beneath me. In the next instant, I was on top of her, my cock aligned with her dripping pussy entrance.
"Aunty… these are so big and soft," I whispered, finally groping her heavy tits with both hands. I kneaded their plush warmth to anchor myself, all the while constantly reminding myself to rein in my strength and to be as gentle as possible.
"Inside… fast… I want it!" she demanded, still with her eyes closed.
"Alright, Aunty!" I replied, settling into missionary position—my extensive research on sex positions finally paying off. I thrust my hips forward carefully, regulating my breath and power.
The tip of my cock sank into her wet pussy, enveloped in tight warmth. I kept going and only when I was halfway in did I hit a subtle resistance, but it felt insignificant against the bliss surging through me. I didn't want to stop, so I pressed deeper.
It might have felt slow for me, but it wasn't slow by any means. Laura's green eyes flew open wide. "Ahhhh! Fuckkkk! It's so biggg!" Her loud moan startled me, but I realized I needed to ease up even more, dialing back my force.
I pulled it outside and then pushed it inside, her breasts kept jiggling, her body kept quivering, as my dick kept fucking her in a rhythm. All those stories about sex being the ultimate pleasure weren't exaggerated—my cock had never felt this snug, this comfortable. The sensation defied words; I almost regretted waiting this long.
"Ah! Ah… Coming… Jesus… I'm coming… I'm in heaven! AHH! Yesss!" Laura abandoned all restraint, her pussy clenching and gushing as waves of orgasm rocked her. Her drunken eyes were wide, body shuddering nonstop while I fucked her steadily.
Witnessing Laura's raw, depraved face and feeling her incredible pussy grip me, pushed my virgin cock to the edge!
"I'm gonna cum inside you, Aunty Laura," I groaned, pumping a touch harder and deeper. I relaxed my muscles, and thick streams of cum blasted straight into her.
"Ahhh, so hot… It's insideee… AH! Ah!" Laura wailed, her body arching beneath me as I kept my thrusts steady and deep, my cock throbbing with each spurt that filled her tight pussy to the brim.
The actress on the TV screen was climaxing too, her cries echoing through the room, turning the moment into a wild duet of ecstasy between Laura and the stranger on film.
When I finished, I eased my still-hard dick out, a thick trail of cum leaking from her pussy in its wake. Why didn't I use any protection? Well I knew Laura didn't want more kids—so she'd had a sterilization years ago, and hence pregnancy wasn't a risk. This was another reason she had topped my list of targets.
Glancing at her, I saw she was already drifting off to sleep, perhaps from the intense orgasms or the booze. In fact I was relieved that she hadn't thrown up while we were doing it; that would have ruined everything.
"Thank you, Aunty Laura…" I whispered, scooping her up and carrying her to the bathroom.
I wasn't about to dine and dash—this woman was my first in both lives, that had stirred a rush of emotions in me, that I just couldn't ignore.
I planned to wash her body properly, wake her up and then confront her about what had occurred… because now that I had tasted the real thing, there was no going back to using my hand! Which meant she will have to take responsibility and become my long time meal ticket!
Still, I couldn't help but chuckle, realizing that after two lifetimes… it was my girlfriend's mom who made me lose my virginity!