My Kryptonian memory is so overpowered. Theoretically, I'll be able to remember everything clearly for the rest of my nearly infinite lifespan. A lot of people would call that a curse, but it's really not as bad as it sounds. I can still store away and compartmentalize unimportant things like every single step I take, every scent I smell, every random microscopic organism I've seen or every moan I've heard.
I remember the way my Mom held me as a baby. The way her breasts smelled, the way her nipples tasted. I remember the way she used to bathe me as a toddler, when she started getting a little more careless. Revealing her true nature bit by bit, in the guise of teaching me modesty and protecting me from others.
After she nearly lost me that night, something inside her finally snapped. She stopped hesitating. She jerked me off on the roof. Then she carried me down the ladder and into the house before her husband could notice anything strange.
Mom closed and locked the bathroom door after sitting me down on the sink. She unbuttoned her flannel shirt and revealed her sexy body to me, "Look at the mess you made." Then she scooped up some of the slimy gunk from her belly button and sucked it off her fingers.
"Sorry, Mom." I started stroking my slimy dick, but she quickly stopped me.
"Let me help you." She looked into my eyes for a moment and quickly looked away. I could see, and hear, how anxious she was. How ashamed.
"Thanks, Mom." I smiled at her but she didn't see it, because she was already staring at my tiny cock. She sucked the whole thing, the dick and balls, straight into her mouth so easily! I could feel her tongue wiggling around on my testicles. It felt kinda funny, but that was about it. The most important thing was her licking and sucking on my penis. I ran my fingers through her sweaty red hair and got it even stickier. But she clearly didn't care about that.
"Mnn-nnm~!" She was breathing heavily as she sucked and slurped. I could hear my own hear pounding in my head, but I could also hear hers pounding as well. The sound of the tractor outside was still going. She was in a bit of a rush because of that.
"Mom, be careful not to make me squirt in your mouth." I didn't say cum, because I wasn't supposed to know that word yet.
"I almost forgot!" Martha pulled her face back and sucked up some saliva into her lips, then looked down into my eyes again. She smiled wryly and kissed me on the forehead, "Thank you, Clark. You're such a good boy."
I definitely wasn't. I was manipulating and abusing her as much as she thought she was abusing me. I saw the darkness in her and drew it out because it would benefit me. Because I was horny. Because I loved her just as much as she loved me, but we were both depraved monsters on the inside.
"I need to get the bath started and get out of these clothes." She took off her shirt while talking to herself. Tossing it in the hamper near the sink, then she unbuttoned and unzipped her pants, pulling them down and tossing them inside as well. After that was her panties. I'd seen her bush and pussy so many times before then, but it felt different after that.
It felt… Kinda normal. I wasn't spying on her, I wasn't taking advantage of her, I was just staring openly at my mother's hairy cunt and she gladly showed it to me just like always. But this time, there was no veil of innocence between us.
I hopped down from the sink and looked straight at her pussy. I moved forward before she could react and buried my face in her ginger muff.
"Clark~! Nmmm~!" She almost fell backwards, but I reached up and grabbed her ass. I could smell my own jizz mixed with her sweat and vaginal juices. The taste of her clit was interesting too, not particularly strange. I didn't know how to describe it back then, because it was literally my first time. The first person I ever had sexual experiences with was my adoptive mother in my second life.
My hands seemed so small compared to her ass cheeks. It was easy to hold her though, she felt so light to me. Those seemingly long legs became weak and she practically collapsed onto me. But I held her upright like that. Licking her clit and spreading her cheeks. Those long pubic hairs stabbing into my nostrils almost made me sneeze, but I was afraid it might hurt her if I actually did that.
Restraint was important. It would become even more important later. Dealing with such squishy and weak creatures like humans was going to be unbearably annoying.
"Clark~!" She called out as her belly spasmed. She actually squirted all down my chin, neck and chest!
"Mom…" I moved my face back as my cock throbbed harder, "Dad is coming."
"What?!" Obviously she panicked. She just did something terrible. She was terrified of getting caught. But kicking me out wouldn't be normal. So she quickly unlocked the door and bent over in front of my face to turn on the faucet for the tub. The hot water poured down as I grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them, "Clark, behave!" She shouted anxiously and swatted my ands away.
"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.
***
My Mom was abusing me, but not as often or as intensely as I wanted. She rarely took baths or showers with me anymore. She didn't pull me onto her lap or hug me as often. She didn't touch me as much as before. It was… Disappointing. But not surprising.
She was also arguing and fighting with Dad a lot more. Usually about little things that didn't matter.
"Martha, what the hell's gotten into you lately?!" Dad's voice was loud. Even if I wasn't superman I'd be able to hear it easily from my room upstairs.
"What's gotten into me?! You're the one who's constantly losing your temper lately!" Mom screamed back at him, "You nearly assaulted that man earlier!"
"I wasn't actually gonna hit the bastard!" Dad retorted, "Drunk prick tried to grab your ass!"
"Oh please, how long were his arms then?! Ten feet?! Jonathan, you need to stop drinking! It's gonna kill you!" She shouted back at him.
"Drinking a beer or two every now and then ain't gonna kill me, but you might! I'm working my ass off every day to provide for this family and every night I have to deal with your bitching!"
"You son of a bitch! You think I don't do anything around here?! You think it's easy cleaning up after two boys?! If I didn't do your taxes, the IRS would be up our asses by now!"
"Damn it Martha, I didn't mean it like that!" Dad's voice sounded hoarse.
"Then how the hell'd you mean it?!" Mom's was even hoarser.
I had to deal with enough of this shit in my last life. I should've ran away so many times back then, but I always stuck around. This life is different though. I don't have to stay here. I don't have to deal with this bullshit.
This was a type of abuse that was socially acceptable. Parents yelling at each other and stressing their children out. Arguing and fighting constantly. It was so damn common too. People can't get along all the time. It was normal to have issues sometimes.
Especially when one of them was secretly molesting her 4 year old son, while the other was on meds for a heart condition and still drinking alcohol regularly. The two of them usually got along pretty well, but this summer has been rough. The house barely had functional air conditioning too, so that was another issue. The temperature was a bit too high for the two of them, but they were both very stubborn and stingy regarding energy bills.
I'll stick around for a while longer and hope that things go back to normal or get better. But if it comes down to it… I'm a Kryptonian. Pretty soon, even gravity won't hold me back.
Maybe Mom and Dad would be better off without me?