As I sat on the roof of the barn and meditated in the snowy weather, even with my senses suppressed to a nearly human level, I could still hear screaming in the distance. It was close.
I looked over towards the closest house to us. It was literally our next door neighbors, but they were half a mile away at least.
"Stop! Get off Mommy!" A little girl was screaming. I narrowed my eyes and instantly saw through the distant house.
"Shut the fuck up!" A tall man smacked the kid so hard that she went straight to the carpet.
"You bastard! I'll fucking kill you!" Then the black-haired woman punched the man in the face and kneed him in the balls, but this wasn't a TV Show.
"Cheating bitch!" The dude grabbed her throat with his left hand and slammed her down onto the couch, punching her in the face as he shouted, "You stupid cunt! You thought I wouldn't figure it out?! I got a fucking paternity test! That little whore isn't even my daughter!"
"Ugk-guh-agk~!" The woman didn't really say much on account of being punched in the face repeatedly.
"Mommy!" The poor kid screamed and tried to stop her father, well, apparently her non-biological Dad, but she was elbowed in the face and knocked on her ass.
As I watched, things started slowing down dramatically. I took a deep breath and considered the situation for a moment.
What should I do? Obviously it'd be best to help the mother and daughter. But how exactly?
I felt my eyes burning as his fist approached the woman's bloodied and battered face again.
"Shit!" Was all I could say as I watched the man's head explode. Boiling blood and brains splattered all over the woman and the little girl, while the bones and flesh were already vaporized.
"Aaaaaaah~!" The little girl screamed her lungs out while the woman was also screaming after she regained some consciousness.
I hopped down and darted over there, within a second I was already in the room. I found a clean towel and quickly wiped the blood from their faces before they received serious burns.
Then I grabbed the headless corpse and went back out the door, closing it behind me. Carrying the corpse in my right hand, I kept going until I reached a small lake nearby.
"Shit, shit, fuck." I cursed as I tried to use my eye beams again, but they wouldn't work. Probably because it was the middle of the night? I've already used them twice today and it's my first day.
Didn't think they'd have a goddamn cooldown or trigger randomly!
I calmed my breathing a bit and looked at the twitching corpse I tossed onto the snow. Blood was oozing everywhere. My presence startled the birds and squirrels in the evergreen trees nearby.
"Okay, looks like I'll have to do this the old fashioned way." I grabbed the body again and kicked off the ground! I shot up into the sky at least a few hundred meters!
Then I threw the corpse downward with all of my strength!
*Boom~!* Breaking the speed of sound, the human body didn't really do too well. Especially once it crashed into the icy surface of the lake. Then the pulpy remains went straight down into the water and a lot of icy debris shot up into the air.
It was like a bomb went off and I'm sure bits and pieces of the dude went everywhere. But that didn't matter.
As I was falling faster, I kicked off the air fast enough that it became like a solid. I know, I stole it from One Piece, but it does work pretty well.
Especially if I extend my biological forcefield to make the surface area of my foot larger for a moment. The real physics behind it are similar to how helicopters fly.
Pop-pop-pop-pop~!
The only issue is that it sounded like a fucking machine gun from the perspective of people in normal-time. I only had to do it a few times before I was back at the farmhouse where the mother and daughter were still in shock.
I walked back inside and looked around. There was a lot of blood and brains splattered around. I had to clean it up. I also had to repair the damn holes I burnt through the wall that pointed straight towards the roof of my barn.
Once everything was pretty much done, I ripped the clothes off the brutalized woman first.
She was kinda Asian-ish with small tits and a big black bush of straight pubes, but I quickly suppressed my horny mind to focus on the important task of destroying evidence. I ran back to my house and tossed the clothes in the slowly crackling fireplace, then I ran back and stripped the hazel-eyed girl down as well. She was a few years older than me. Almost a teenager. But she was pretty underdeveloped and relatively small.
I checked their bodies for blood and brains one last time, then shrugged and left the house, closing the door gently behind me. I went back home and burned the girl's clothes in the fireplace as well. But this time I finally calmed down and sat down in front of the crackling flames, just staring at it blankly for a while…
"Can't sleep?" Then I heard my Mom's voice and looked over at the beautiful middle-aged ginger woman. She was wearing a black nightgown, with a thick white robe over top of it.
"I only sleep every few days and usually not for long." I turned back to the fire as she sat down on the floor next to me and cuddled against my left side, "We can move over to the couch."
"I'd rather be close to the fire." She wrapped her arm around my waist and put her head on my shoulder.
"You're not gonna ask why I'm burning clothes in the fireplace in the middle of the night?" I glanced down at my left hand. She was holding it with hers, bringing it over to her bare right thigh.
"We all have secrets, Clark." She whispered in my ear as I slid my fingers down between her spread thighs. She was drenched. I haven't felt her this wet in a long time.
"You finally got off those anti-anxiety meds?" I guessed.
"I've made peace with my demons." Martha breathed heavily in my ear as I touched her clit and played with her labia a bit, "I'm sorry."
"You know I've never blamed you for this, Mom." I felt her left hand reaching inside the fly of my boxers, "Do you remember when I was a baby?"
"Of course I do… It feels like just yesterday." I reached inside her robe and nightgown with my right hand, rubbing her sensitive left nipple.
"I remember it too. I remember it perfectly." I smirked and whispered in her ear, "I remember sucking on your nipple… How hard my cock would get, but you always acted like you didn't notice."
"How could I not notice?" She stroked my cock with a reverse grip due to the angle, tugging it upwards and pushing downwards, "I used to feel so guilty about it. How wet you'd make me. You never really needed diapers, but I still made you wear them. Otherwise I don't think I would have been able to resist helping you calm down."
"I remember your giant hands on my tiny cock as you washed it off extra thoroughly every day, several times a day sometimes. I wasn't even dirty." I looked through the wall and saw that my father was still sleeping, then turned my attention back to fingering and groping my Mom.
"You loved it though." She breathed even heavier, trying not to moan as my fingers slipped inside.
"Of course I did." I chuckled softly and thought about the way she would kiss my tiny dick after drying it off with a towel. Telling me it was for good luck.
"I was like you." Then she looked into my eyes and smiled wryly, "I wasn't as smart or as mature as you were back then, but I still… I craved it. I swore I'd never become like my father, but I still did. I wonder if it's genetic?"
"Mom, we're not genetically related." I rubbed her pussy a little rougher and pinched her nipple slightly, "Tell me what happened with your Daddy."
"Daddy was… Always so loving and caring." She stroked my cock slower as her gaze drifted off, "I loved the way he used to touch me down there. I didn't know it was wrong. The way he'd kiss my lips or… Eventually he started kissing my kitty. But then he stopped once I started school. I thought he didn't love me anymore, but later I realized that he was just afraid of going to jail."
"I love you, Mom." I kissed her lips and stuck my tongue inside her mouth as I fingered for a few seconds, before pushing her down onto her back and spreading her legs. I picked up her ass and lifted her hairy cunt to my mouth.
"I love you too Clark, nnm…" She couldn't help moaning as my tongue gently glided across her clit and down her labia, then back to her clit again. My cock got harder as I remembered the times I came in her mouth or on her hairy muff, or the times I rubbed my cock against her ass as a baby and toddler, all those naughty touches she gave me and I gave her in return.
A moment later, I was thinking about the way my dick felt inside of Lena's mouth again. The sensation when I rubbed the tip across her clit and lips.
Then I saw Mercy Grave's bending over to pick up a pen she dropped on the floor. The way her vulva looked, she waxed, her asshole was a little disappointing though.
Probably hurt herself lifting weights and exercising. Lois had a much better-looking pussy and asshole combo. She didn't shave either.
My neighbors, Lana Lang and her mother Laura. They just moved in recently. And I just killed that piece of shit Lewis Lang… It felt so fucking good, too.
Not necessarily the killing part, but the eye beams. Holy hell, it's seriously like cumming out your eyeballs!
"Mmnn~! Clark, mmnnfff~!" Mom took in a shark breath as her body trembled, she humped upwards against my face a few times, as I looked inside her flesh and saw her vaginal muscles contracting repeatedly.
*Thump~!* Then I heard Dad getting out of bed. Mom was about to get up, but I picked her up and carried her up the stairs, then deposited her on my bed.
"You can't escape that easily." I snickered and buried my face between her legs again as she stifled a moan.
"Clark, stop, it's too sensitive-nnmm~!" She tried to push my head away, but it was impossible. She just twisted and writhed in agony, until she started feeling good again. Revenge for all the times she did the same thing to me. I kept licking for a while, until she was about to cum again.
"Mmn~!" Then I moaned as I crawled up quickly, rubbing my cock against her vulva.
"Clark, don't!" She thought I was going to stick it inside.
"Mom, don't worry. I know your boundaries." I said that as I rubbed my cock against her slimy clit, back and forth at first, then I started humping as gently as I possibly could. But from her perspective it was probably really rough. The bed was creaking a lot for sure.
"Oh my God, Clark, nnmm~!" She accidentally shouted as she had another orgasm! She grabbed my cock with both hands and started jerking it furiously as she did some twitchy crunches. I could feel it building up. One of the most intense orgasms I've ever had!
*Pop!* The noise was loud as fuck! Like a gunshot! I saw the creamy white goop moving in slow motion, but I quickly protected my mother with my biological forcefield! Even so, the flesh on her thighs and belly rippled violently.
A burst of jizz shot up at an angle, piercing through the wall and heading out into the ice and snow outside.
Then another glob spurted out much more slowly than the first, smacking her in the forehead and splattering everywhere.
The final blast was aimed downward by her hands, it hit her blooming flower and some actually went deep inside, while the rest sprayed across her red bush and down to her gaping asshole.
"Holy shit… Are you okay?!" I was seriously afraid that I killed my Mom with a cumshot, but thankfully she was just a little startled. I reacted quickly enough.
"I'm… I'm fine Clark, but what the hell was that?!" She couldn't help shouting.
"What the hell was that?!" Then we both heard Dad yelling from downstairs!
"Sorry Dad! I was trying to exercise and lost control of my powers!" I explained as fast as I could.
"Damn it, Clark, it's the middle of the night! If you wanna test your powers, go over to your girlfriend's house!" He didn't come upstairs to check. He was too tired. Just went straight back to bed, didn't even bother looking for his wife.
"Looks like my baby boy is already a man…" Mom sighed dramatically as she continued stroking my slimy cock, fubbing it against her cum-drenched coochie.
"I'm gonna be ten years old soon." I arrived on Earth on February 29th, 1992. But we usually just celebrate the 28th or the 1st of March.
"Have you started fooling around with that Luthor girl yet?" She smirked as the thick creamy jizz dripped down across her eyebrows and onto her cheeks, "There's no need to feel ashamed, Clark. It's perfectly normal and healthy."
"She's always been really close to me." I thought back to all the kissing and cuddling in the past, "And she's never been afraid to show me her body." I remember as far back as when she first came over my house after I rescued her the second time. We took a bath together. She was always holding my hand… When she had to go to the bathroom, she would tell me to leave and get embarrassed, but she started asking me to wipe her pussy off a few years ago.
"She asked me for sperm the other day." I snickered and my Mom giggled, "She said she wanted to keep my sperm in a fish tank like sea monkeys."
"That's a good idea." Mom smirked and wiped the cum off her forehead and cheeks, slurping it up and swallowing.
"I don't know. I think Dad might get suspicious if you're keeping jars of your son's sperm." I rubbed my cock down across her vulva as she twitched and trembled again, her creampie was inviting me in, but I still resisted going that far. At the very least, there's probably some ritual use for Kryptonian Virginity.
"Then I'll have to keep it in a jar he never opens anymore." I licked her lips and then reached down, scooping up the cum on her asshole and shoving it deep inside her pussy. My cock started getting harder again and throbbing violently.
"I really need to do some research on my sperm cells though." I looked at a glob of cum on Mom's clit and zoomed in until I could see the individual sperm cells clearly, "I know it might seem crazy, but I'm actually afraid they might try to impregnate you."
"Don't worry, Clark. I haven't been fertile since my twenties." Mom sighed dramatically, "I wish I could have a baby, but you're the only child I need."
"No, Mom, you don't understand. I'm worried my sperm cells will try to penetrate and impregnate your regular cells." I saw the little sperm wriggling around, looking for an egg. But obviously couldn't find one, so they eventually went dormant and stopped swimming.
I looked down inside of Mom's vagina, noticing that the sperm in there were also dormant.
I think they already knew that she didn't have any eggs to fertilize. But the issue is that why normal human cells would eventually die, Kryptonian cells are immortal so long as they're under the effects of a Yellow Sun.
"You look worried anymore, so I'm guessing it's fine." Mom chuckled and spread her pussy lips apart for me to look inside her creamy cunt. I lifted her ass up easily and started licking her clit, "God~! You're so good at this…"
I knew that my semen without the sperm could be metabolized by her body eventually, but I had no idea whether sperm cells would be the same. I'll have to keep an eye on it. Even in the worst case scenario, it would take an insane amount of sperm building up within her body to cause a problem.
The size of a Kryptonian sperm cell was only about the same as a normal sperm cell.
As I ate Martha's pussy, I watched my little swimmers congregating inside her womb after a long journey. Hibernating there. Preparing for the day when hopefully, an egg would arrive. Then they'd need to have a battle-royale to decide who actually got to reincarnate.
Okay, maybe I'm being ridiculous, but it is true that my sperm was clumping together and gathering within her uterus and even heading up the fallopian tubes to her ovaries. On the other hand, I could also see the sperm swimming around inside her stomach acid and intestines pretty casually.
I'll have to keep checking periodically, but hopefully it'll be fine. I'll also need to fix the hole in the wall and maybe find those sperm cells that went flying out into the frozen fields. Not that I think anything bad will happen, since Superman must have jerked off plenty of times without any issues.
But still… Just to be on the safe side, I'll need to hunt down those sperm and either collect or eliminate them.