Date: Sun, 30 Jul 2006 14:49:08 -0700
From: "Ronald K. Fortaleza, Jr." <stonefeet@hotmail.com>
Subject: SMALLVILLE: A NEW BEGINNING-PART 5

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.