"Sorry, Mom." I pouted and she seemed to realize her mistake.
"I'm sorry Sweetie, I just, you know you can't do this kind of stuff in front of your father, right?" She crouched down in front of me and kissed my lips, then whispered in my ear as she grasped my little dick with her right hand, "We need to keep this between just the two of us. Now get in the tub while I clean up this mess."
She knew the scalding hot water wouldn't bother me, but still… She never would have told me to do something like that before. Of course I did it. I didn't think too much and jumped in the tub, hiding my cock with my hands as the water level rose slowly.
Martha used a mop to clean up the mess she made, though I could still taste her juices on my chin and her pubes were still drenched. Not to mention her thighs. I could hear Dad stomping around in the house soon enough. He didn't come to the bathroom though. Just went to the kitchen and got something to drink. Sat down and relaxed a bit. Normally Mom would scream at him not to track mud into the house or not to get the chair dirty, but she was just thankful that he didn't come to investigate her crimes.
I stared at her sexy ass as she wagged it back and forth. She didn't stop me from jerking off like she did before. I used a reverse grip, remembering how her lips felt around my dick. Remembering the taste of her cunt and the way she had an orgasm on my face. Then my jizz sprayed out into the scalding hot, bubbly water. It wasn't too noticeable because it was just clear, like precum.
My head cleared up a lot more after that. I wasn't as horny. Kinda horny, but not to the extent that I would risk my Mom over it. She started adding some cold water and knelt down next to the tub. With her left hand on my chest, she held the back of my neck with the right and then started licking my throat, across my chin and finally pressed her lips against mine. She stuck her tongue in my mouth and I wrestled with hers a little, but I still had a bit of rationality.
Was this really my mother? Was she actually Martha Kent? Or was she some parallel world doppelganger? Could have also gotten possessed by a Kryptonian ghost from the Phantom Zone. Or maybe she was possessed by Lena's Mom? That would make more sense than Martha Kent being a pedophile, right?
I tried to rationalize it in every way I could aside from the simplest answer: She really was my Mom. Maybe this was part of why they never had kids? Did Dad know she was like this? If he did, why would she need to keep it a secret from him? Were they both in on it together?
It felt like I was cucking my father, but at the same time, it felt like I would get cucked if my Mom started fucking him again…
"Mom, do you ever play with Dad like this anymore?" I had to sate my curiosity and ease my rising jealousy a bit.
She pulled back away from my face a bit more and asked, "Would that bother you, Honey?"
"Yeah, kinda." I was honest about it. Though I did feel bad for Dad, but… I mean, I've been spying on them from the moment I arrived and I've never seen them fuck a single time.
"Your Dad has… Issues." My mother sighed dramatically, "He's taking medicine for it, but the medicine makes him not want to play with your Mom like this anymore."
I've seen the pills he takes for some unspecified heart disease. Not sure what kinda disease it actually is, but it is true that in a lot of continuities he dies from a heart attack when Clark is in his teens. I didn't know the medicine keeps him from getting a boner though. Can't exactly mix boner pills with heart medicine willy-nilly, though I've known a lot of horny old bastards that used to do it all the time. Uh, that sounded weird, I'm talking about my uncles… Okay, that also sounded weirder.
"Mom, Dad's coming. You should get in the tub." I warned her and helped her get into the tub in front of me without slipping. I used soapy water to scrub her back. It looked completely normal.
*Creak~!* The floorboards made a lot of noise as he stood outside the door for a few seconds. He didn't enter though. Just stood there, waiting, listening? Mom's heart was beating really fast.
"Sorry Babe, I'll clean up the mess I made. Don't worry, you don't gotta yell at me." Then Dad stomped back to the front door and took off his dirty boots. After that, he really did get a mop and started cleaning the tracks he left across the house. I couldn't see him do it, but I could hear well enough to understand the situation.
"Phew~! Haah~! Clark, I feel really nauseous." She breathed in the steam for a few more seconds before standing up.
"Mom, you've still got a lot of soap on your body though." I was worried about her, she was in her forties after all. Dad could have heart problems, so could she. Though I think it was mostly just an anxiety attack.
"It's okay. I can… I can rinse off in the shower upstairs. You keep taking a bath." As she said that, I watched the soapy water drip from her ass and pussy, feeling horny again.
"Okay, be careful Mom. I love you."
"I love you too Clark." She smiled back at me, but the expression was kinda ugly.
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