Ladies and gentlemen, I have returned with the newest edition to the Smallville miniseries. To let you all know, if you are under the age of 18, live where it is unlawful to read this type of story, or find the notion of women falling in love with each other and becoming superheroes in the process, then please do us a favor and leave now. Also, the following characters are property of DC Comics, WB TV, Gough Millar Ink, and Tollin-Robbins Productions. No copy right infringement is intended. To repeat, the following characters are property of DC Comics, WB TV, Gough Millar Ink, and Tollin-Rollins Productions, so again, no copyright infringement is intended, whatsoever. Any further questions? If not, then let us resume where we left off, shall we?
SMALLVILLE: A NEW BEGINNING-PART 5
by Keith
"Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!"
"Yes, honey, what is it?"
"Look at me, look at me!"
The dream was the same night after night upon receiving her powers from the red meteor and having consumated her love with Lana. Martha dreamt of the life she and Lana had eked out together out on the farm with their daughter named Claire Kent. The mood was tranquil, like any given sunny summer afternoon. Martha and Lana were out by the tree as they took turns pushing their little daughter on the tire swing that was adjacent to the barn on the Kent property. That is until something happened to interrupt her indulgence.
"Martha! Martha! Martha!"
Snapped out of the dream she had about Lana, herself, and their child, Martha knew immediately who was calling out her name from upstairs. She bundled up her robe and quickly raced back upstairs from the front room. When she returned to the bedroom she shared with her husband, she found Jonathan struggling to breathe. She wasted no time as she rushed to her husband's aid. His condition was worsening. Could it finally be it? Could it finally be that Jonathan was about to expire this very night? The woman of the farm could not think about it now. She had to summon help immediately so she telephoned the operator in town and implored them to send an ambulance. After she had phoned 911, she did everything she could to ease her husband's sudden bronchial attack just long enough to make another phone call.
Deep inside the Lang house, the phone rang in the kitchen loud enough for Mrs. Lang to groggily walk downstairs into the kitchen to answer it.
"H-hello?....", she answered tiredly.
Immediately, she awoke from her grogginess with her eyes wide open as she struggled to shake herself awake long enough to yell upstairs for Lana to come down from her room.
"Lana, it's Martha! She needs you right away!"
In her room, Lana was awakened bolt upright from a similar dream she was having like Martha's as she jumped out of bed and raced down the hall and stairs to the kitchen where her mother was at the phone.
"Mother, Mother, what is it?!"
"It's Martha, Lana! She needs you right away!", yelled Mrs. Lang as she quickly got herself out of the way for her only child to answer the phone.
"Martha, what's wrong with Jonathan?!"
She waited for an answer as Martha pleaded for her to come to her right away. Without further thought, she hurried herself out of the house in just the mini nightshirt she always wore to bed every night with her mother calling...
"Lana, honey, shouldn' t you get dre........."
It was too late! Lana was already out the door and down the road to the Kent estate. The sun was just beginning to rise from the east as Mrs. Lang stepped outside onto the porch of the house and looked on as Lana dashed off down the road. Mr. Kent awoke just in time to find his wife outside staring off into the dawning day.
It was a half hour or so later, inside the hospital, that Martha, stilled dressed in her robe and slippers, held on to Lana who was still her in skimpy nightshirt. They embraced each other as they looked on at the attendant physician who was imparting to them the grave news.
"Mrs. Kent, I'm sorry to inform you, but your husband has just reach the terminal stage of his illness. He may die later on today or tonight, he may do so tomorrow. We can't be sure, but just in case the inevitable should happen, be sure you have an attorney so that he can help you settle your husband's affairs. Does he have any other family?"
"Yes, our son, Clark, is in Metropolis working for the Daily Planet."
Suddenly, Lana looked to her older lover with a pallid complexion to her face as she was shocked by the fact that she had forgotten to call him.
"You didn't call Clark, Martha?", asked Lana in shock, but Martha was to wrapped up in what the attendant physician had to say to her which prompted Lana to do the one thing that needed to be done.
She rushed out of the waiting room, still in her nightshirt, and upon seeing a nurse at the front desk of the emergency ward of the local hospital, she walked up to her just as she was beginning to end her graveyard shift.
"Nurse, nurse!"
"Yes, what is it, miss?"
"Can I please use whatever phone you have on you? It's urgent, but I left my change at home because I had to rush over here to be with the Mrs. and her husband. Sorry about the way I'm dressed."
"Here, you can use my cellphone", replied the nurse who had pulled it out of her uniform shirt pocket and gave it to her. Quickly, Lana dialed Clark's apartment in downtown Metropolis. The answering machine picked up the message. Then, she dialed the offices of the Daily Planet. Luckily, the receptionist at the front desk had gotten in just in time to answer.
"Yes, may I help you?"
"Has Clark reported in for work?"
"Who's calling?"
"This is Lana Lang, from Smallville, Kansas. It's imperative that I contact him immediately so could you please do that and hurry. There's a family crisis that is in dire need of his attention."
"I'll see if he's come in yet, and if so, I'll make sure he receives the message" told the receptionist to Lana as she hung up and quickly went about what needed to be done.
A short time later, Lana had gotten back to the waiting room only to find her parents and her aunt present....with a change of clothes.
"You left without getting dressed, Lana", scolded Aunt Nelle as she brusquely handed them to her.
"I know and I'm sorry, Aunt Nelle, but it was urgent and imperative that I be by Martha's side, and thank you", responded Lana as she took the change of clothes from her aunt who was becoming a little too nosy for her comfort.
"Where's Martha?"
"She's with her husband in room 201 down the hall, but you can't...."
"Thank you again, Aunt Nelle, but I need to be there with her when she needs me."
"You need to get dressed right now and wait here with your own family, young lady", demanded Aunt Nelle as Lana hurried out of the waiting room and down the hall to the elevator to seek out the woman she loved very, very much.
Meanwhile....
Inside Room 201, Martha sat by her husband's bedside as she clutched his hand. She had tears in her eyes as she looked on to see her Jonathan going through the final stages of his illness. There was so much she wanted to tell him, but was terrified to for out of fear that Jonathan might die on the spot upon hearing the news. She felt bad about neither telling him nor Clark about her relationship with Lana as she sighed heavily as her heart ached. It was aching on the brink of being broken.
"Jonathan, I so wanted to call Clark, but I somehow failed to make the call, but I know things are gonna be all right because I know in my heart that Lana made the call. He'll be home to see you in a matter of hours."
"No, no, Martha.....don't worry about him. Clark's a man. He can take care of himself. He's got a job to do and a responsibility to fulfill. I'm not expecting him to drop everything so that he can rush home to come see his old man....his old man of course...."
Jonathan struggled to breathe as he lay in his bed while looking on to Martha as she held his hand. They were so into each other that she didn't notice Lana sneaking into the adjacent bathroom. Luckily, there was a shower with soap and shampoo as she hurriedly bathed, dried off, and gotten dressed so that she could be with her ladylove.
The conversation Kents had with one another harkened back to the night Clark had come into their lives.
It was late one night as the Kents were driving back home to the farm after visiting their friends in the year of 1978 when it happened....
A meteor had crashlanded into an empty field next to them. Rushing over to investigate, the Kents approached the meteor as it was about ready to explode, but somehow, Martha heard a baby's cry emanate from deep within. Frantically, she rushed to discover the source of the wailing, even as her husband protested, but it was no use as she raced desperately to free the contents from crashlanded meteor just as it was about to explode.....
And much to their surprise, there was a baby boy inside the protective case and from that night forward, they raised the little child at their farm and had since called him Clark. Clark Kent!
Those were the days....
While the drama was unfolding at the community hospital, another, yet tawdrier drama was about to upstage the goings-on. It was inside Stink E. Cheez's Adult Cabaret and Pizza Parlor that a plot was unfolding. Deep inside the dressing rooms where the performers readied to dance on stage, four young women were in a serious discussion.
"I tell you, Raven. We gotta get some money to pay off ol' Boxy or else he's gonna kill us", told Bunny, the leader of the quartet to her fellow exotic nude dancers.
"But how in the hell are we gonna do that, Bunny?", asked Foxy who was unsure if they should be doing this or not.
"We got no choice. We need the money to pay off our employer and pay for our own stash because, frankly, we're all in need of another fix."
As Bunny made that point clear, you could tell that they were using. They were secretly getting into the boss's newly made supply of methamphetamine and by looking at them, you could tell that they were addicted. Delusions of paranoia and lust clouded their heads as they experienced the shakes and convulsions that came with coming down from the rush. They made their plot together inside the dressing room and vowed to do the unthinkable.
Meanwhile....
Inside the main conference room of the Daily Planet, Perry White was at the head of the table with Clark and Lois sitting in on the meeting just as it was nearing adjournment.
"Okay people, you have your reporting assignments so if nothing else, then this meeting is adjourned...."
As the top reporters left the conference room, Perry asked Clark to come see him for a moment leaving Lois to return to her desk. As she watched from her desk, she could tell by the gestures and facial expressions that this wasn't good. After the private conversation was over, Clark stormed out of the conference room silently and upset. Lois could tell just by looking at his face.
"Your father's dying, isn't he, Clark?"
He stopped for a moment and looked at Lois. He was shocked that she knew that he had to return home to Smallville right away, but he had no time to get into it.
"I have to go, Lois", he told her abruptly as he stormed down the main office and out the door.
At the bottom floor lobby, Bruce and Diana were both at the receptionist's table of the Daily Planet.
"Hello, miss, is Clark Kent available?", asked Bruce while Diana looked around the place, marvelling at the Art Deco architecture behind it.
"Bruce, you can't seriously believe that this building has taken on an old time feel to it, can you?"
She asked him just as he was finishing conversing with the receptionist.
"Oh, sorry, Diana....I was just finishing speaking to the receptionist."
"Sorry to interrupt you, but I was just commenting on how quaint this building is."
"I see what you mean. The Brandenburg Building was erected in 1935 from a grant by the Hoover Administration," commented Bruce as he saw Clark coming his way. Diana noticed too as she was about to greet him, but immediately stopped herself from doing so because of the expression he had on his face.
"Clark, what's wrong?", asked Diana to the Daily Planet reporter as he came up to within a few inches of them both.
"I can't talk right now, Diana. I have to go back home. My mother needs me", said Clark as he stormed outside and down the street.
Puzzled by what they saw, Diana looked to Bruce.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking, Bruce?"
"I see what you mean, Diana. Maybe it's about time we tagged along....just in case he needs us", said Bruce as he picked up his cellphone from his coat pocket.
"Hello, Alfred?"
"Yes, Master Bruce?"
"I need to pack up and be ready to check out when I return."
"Right away, sir", responded Alfred Pennyworth.
Later that afternoon, back in Smallville, things were just beginning to intensify. As the doctor informed her to go home for a little bit to await the arrival of her son, Martha was confronted by Lana as they walked down the hall. She was angry with her older lover and Martha could tell and was not surprised by her palpable rage.
"Martha, why did you not call Clark about Jonathan's worsening condition?"
They looked at each other for a moment as they stopped in the middle of the hall. Their voices were lowered enough so as not to disturb any of the patients present.
"Lana, believe me, I was going to call him, but I've been having troubling wrestling with how we're both going to tell him when he gets home. Look, you have a right to be angry with me about that, but I am sorry this is taking me longer to muster up the courage to do so."
As Lana looked into Martha's eyes, she could tell that she was indeed wrestling with how they should both inform Clark, and for a moment, the younger woman's heart eased as her demeanor softened a bit.
"Then maybe today is the time for us to both tell him, my love, and the sooner we tell him, the easier it will be for him to understand. I'm not going to ask him to like what we have to tell him, but it's best he be made to understand", responded Lana as she took Martha by the arm and escorted her down the hall towards the elevator.
By the time they walked to the waiting room, Lana told her parents and aunt that she was going back to the house with Martha, much to her aunt's chagrin, but her mind was made up, and her parents had an easier time accepting the close relationship they were developing between each other. Nothing else was said as they both parted ways.
By the time they had made it back to the farm, both ladies were exhausted, but then, the fire between them that had been ignited from within their nether regions was intensifying as Martha looked into Lana's eyes. Both ladies knew what they wanted from each other and they needed to relieve that itch quick and fast so they took each other by the hand and walked upstairs, down the hall, and towards the bathroom. Upon entering, they closed the door behind them.
In the shower, as the warm water cascaded down their naked bodies, Martha and Lana looked into each other's eyes as they held on to each other. They were getting wet and were in need of some intimate relief between them. They were silent with only the water making the noise as Lana backed Martha against the wall in the shower. Martha shivered at the anticipation of what was to come next as she spread her legs to accomodate Lana as she knelt down to the wet floor. Looking up at her, Lana smiled as she licked her lips before placing her drenched hands upon her older lover's abs and brought her head to her crotch. Martha's 9 inch long cock was stiffened enough so that Lana had no problem at all blowing her.
The older woman with the reddish honey blonde main of wet hair tilted her head up and closed her eyes as she moaned and sighed softly as Lana bobbed her head back and forth. It was only a short time until Martha orgasmed into Lana's mouth. The younger woman with dark brown hair would not let go of her lip lock on her cock as Martha felt her come cascading down her throat. Upon finishing, the older woman helped her back up on her feet as they proceeded to bathe each other and wash each other's hair.
A few minutes later, they were in the master bedroom, as they dried each other off before taking each other back into each other's arms and collapsing on the bed sideways so as to continue their lovemaking. They did every way they knew how, from yabyum to doggy styled until Martha came inside Lana's pussy with the intensity that was pent up deep inside her loins. Lana appreciated it too, as she smiled with her eyes closed as she licked her lips in satisfaction. They collapsed onto the bed in each other's arms from the side as Martha kept her penis inside of Lana's vagina from the backside as they lay together naked on the bed.
"Ohhhh Martha....that was wonderful...."cooed Lana as she felt herself being snuggled from behind by the lady of the house.
They lay together in a nap until....
There was a knock on the door. Awakened by the noise, they knew that Clark had come home as they looked to each other for any last minute moral support.
"I'm ready to tell him if you are, Martha", said Lana to her older lover. Their courage was strengthened as they wrapped the two bedsheets around each other from the bosom on down and proceeded to go downstairs, taking each other by the hand.
When the door was opened, it was Martha and Lana who were holding hands as they stood before a stunned Clark while the bedsheets were wrapped around them.
"Mom, Lana, what's....going on here?"
"Clark, me and Lana need to have a little talk with you so why don't you come inside and shut the door", said Martha to her one and only son.
Clark had no choice but do as he was told so he walked in and shut the door behind him.
Inside the front room, Martha and Lana sat on the sofa with their hands clasped together while Clark sat on the couch across from them. The coffee table was the only thing separating the three of them.
"First off, how bad is it this time, Mom?"
"Pertaining to your father, it's getting worse. He might go right now or later on tonight or tomorrow, but the point is you need to see him right away."
"That bad, huh?", he asked Lana who was sitting beside his mother with her hand clutched into her own.
"Yes, Clark. This is it. This is going to be the end for him. You do need to see him now, but first of all, we both have something to tell you."
"Yes, I was aware of that as well as I could tell by the way you're holding my mother's hand."
"Clark, I know this is a shock to you, but you need to hear what we both have to tell you. I discovered a little red meteorite out in the fields outside the farm and took it home to the barn. I had this gut feeling that I was chosen by it to be rescued by me as it wanted me to partake of the powers it had inside of it. I told Lana, showed her the rock in the barn, but she asked me if I could share with her some of that power the meteor gave to me. Reluctantly, I gave in, and you know what, we were never really the same after we had both developed our powers....except for one tiny little distinction."
"And what is that, Mom?"
"She'll show you, Clark", said Lana as Martha stood up before him and unwrapped the bedsheet that was covering her. She allowed it to drop to the floor so that her nude, yet well endowed and muscular form, with erect penis and all stood before a startled Clark Kent.
Clark could not take his eys off of his mother's erect 9 inch cock as she placed her hands upon her hips in proud exhibition, awaiting her son's say on the matter.
"Are you shocked, dear?"
Clark was still too stunned silent as he took one more look at his mother's endowment before allowing his eyes to trail up to her own.
"Mine's is much, much bigger than your father's, Clark" said Martha pertly as she still stood before her surprised son.
"If you want, Clark, you can pull down your own trousers and pull out your penis to see how you measure up to your mother's as a you know a size comparison and contrast", added in Lana who was equally as pert, but saucier and more leeringly as she playfully eyed Martha's cock before returning her gaze to Clark.
There was a stunned silence until....
"Look, Mom, Lana. Let's discuss this later because we need to get back to the hospital to see how Dad's doing", demanded Clark to his mother and her younger farmhand turned lover.
Meanwhile....
Back in the deep recesses of Stink E. Cheez's, Philbert the Animal was on his way to the dressing room to see if the girls were ready to perform for the afternoon's entertainment, but when he got there, he discovered they were all gone!
"Yo, Mr. Boxy! Anybody! The girls are gone, man!", he yelled out into the hall loud enough for Boxy and the others in the gang to come running to him.
TO BE CONTINUED
If you have any questions or comments, please give me a buzz at stonefeet@hotmail.com. I will see if I can help you out so until then, this is Keith over and out and bye for now.