The Kents Do Christmas

*****

“This is why I don’t cook.”

Clark Kent rolled up his sleeves and walked into the kitchen where his wife was doing battle against a 25lb turkey. The sun wouldn’t be up for hours and the guests wouldn’t arrive until afternoon.

“Shhh…” he said, coming into the kitchen and wrapping his arms around her. “You’ll wake the baby.”

Chloe’s face softened. She washed her hands and turned away from the turkey to face her husband.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t have anything to make stuffing and the stores are all closed. Of all the things I could forget! I’m going to ruin our first Christmas as a family with Connor and Martha.”

“All you had to do was say something. I can get a box of stuffing in no time.”

Chloe shook her head. “I don’t want the instant stuff. I want to use my mother’s recipe.”

“Give me a list. I’ll be back in half an hour guaranteed, and I’ll help with everything else.”

She smiled and nodded. “Have I told you lately how awesome you are, Clark Kent?”

“Have I told you lately how much I love you, Chloe Kent?”

“Mmm…I’d rather you showed me.”

Clark looked upstairs at the crib. The baby was asleep. “If we’re quiet--”

Chloe laughed. “Oh, no, mister. We don’t have time for those kinds of distractions. I’ll get the list and then you get to flying.”

He kissed her goodbye once the list was made. He opened the door to reveal two surprises. One was a complete white-out. Snow blew so hard you couldn’t see more than a few feet ahead. Second was snow-crusted visage of Martha Kent.

“Mom!” Clark said, pulling her inside to hug her.

“How are my kids?” Martha asked, hugging and kissing both of them.

“We’re doing well,” Chloe said.

“More importantly where’s Connor?  I want to hug my grandbaby.”

“I knew she didn’t care about us,” Clark joked, looking over his mother’s head to Chloe. “She came for the munchkin.”

“Darn right I did.”

“He’s upstairs, asleep,” Chloe said.

Martha looked disappointed. “Oh. I won’t wake him.”

Chloe rolled her eyes. “Go on. You can wake him but you have to change his diaper.”

Martha shrugged off her coat an all but threw it at Clark. “My pleasure.”

“I’ll take the coat. You get to shopping. Be careful not to run into any airplanes while you’re out there,” Chloe said, kissing him again.

Clark walked outside and seconds later he was gone, flying straight up into the air.

*****

Chloe and Clark didn’t have to worry about caring for Connor with Martha around. She held him, sang to him, changed his diapers, fed, burped, and played with him while she and Clark tackled the feast in the kitchen. They listened to their son squeal with laughter as his grandmother blew raspberries on his belly.

Chloe stacked the dirty utensils into the dishwasher and ran it since it was full. The turkey was roasting in the oven. The pies that had been baked the night before had were still wrapped and sitting on the cooling rack. With Clark’s help not only had the stuffing turned out perfectly but so had the rest of the trimmings.

“Cranberry relish,” Chloe said, spooning some up for Clark to taste.

“Tastes great,” he said, and blinked. “Though…”

“Though what?” Chloe prompted.

“Well, Mom and the others might think it’s a little tart.”

Chloe took a bite and almost gagged. “Oh, God…you’d have to be Superman not to choke on that. A little tart, Clark?”

“I think you forgot the sugar.”

Chloe nodded and added sugar -- after she downed a glass of water. He tapped her on the shoulder.

“Hey, look.”

Chloe looked into the living room. Martha was asleep in the lounger with Connor resting on her chest. Chloe grabbed her camera, turned off the flash, and snapped a few pictures.

“We’ve got a few spare minutes before the guests arrive,” Clark said, pulling her into the kitchen so Martha couldn’t hear, just in case she wasn’t all the way asleep.

Chloe knew what he had in mind and she shook her head. “The barn is too cold.”

“The bathroom isn’t.”

“What if your mother -- ”

“She won’t. I just want to taste you. I need a fix.”

“Clark, you dirty devil,” Chloe whispered.

He had a thing for going down on her. It was almost like he was addicted to her taste and scent. He’d pull her from her desk at the Daily Planet to sneak her into the copy room just to run his fingers across her so he could hold his fingers to his nose.

She decided to give him what he wanted. Not only did it feel good, but it would keep him from getting irritable if he had to go too long without a ‘fix’ as he liked to call it.

“Okay, but just a quick taste,” she agreed.

They walked past Martha, who snored lightly, telling them she was definitely asleep. Chloe checked the clock on the wall. They had 20 minutes before the guests were due to arrive and they had to start setting the table.

*****

Clark closed the bathroom door behind them hoisted Chloe onto the sink. He made quick work of pulling down her panties and hiking up her skirt. He kissed her quickly, almost perfunctorily, before kissing the part of her body he really wanted.

Chloe tried not to let herself get too excited. If they had sex now she’d have to shower and change clothes and there just wasn’t time for that. Still, the sight of Clark’s mop of black hair, mussed from his earlier flight, between her legs was enough to make her wet. He breathed deep and moaned.

“Oh, God, Chloe…” he whispered.

He began to lick her in long, slow strokes that only made her wetter. Not get excited? Who was she kidding? She gripped the edge of the sink as Clark’s tongue moved with unnatural speed against her clit. He tongue fucked her before going back to her clit. He slid his fingers deep inside, hooking them at just the right angle to put pressure on her g-spot.

“Oh, Clark…fuck yeah…”

Her juices didn’t have time to run over Clark’s fingers -- he lapped them up like a man dying of thirst in the desert would lap at water from a spring. She came hard, doing her best to bite down on the cries of pleasure that wanted to escape her.

Clark licked his lips and helped Chloe onto her feet. He was hard and that moistened her again. She sank to her knees and ran her hand over his long, thick erection.

“You’re not the only one who needs a fix,” she said throatily. He bit his lip and watched her unzip his pants to free him.

Chloe ran her tongue up the length of his shaft before taking the head of Clark’s cock in her mouth. She toyed with it and enjoyed the smoky desire that clouded his eyes as he watched her take him in as far as she could. His cock touched the back of her throat and she tasted the sweet pre-come that trickled from him. She took time to enjoy licking his cum laden balls, making him moan as she did.

She wasn’t completely unaware of the time. She wanted to enjoy him but guests would arrive soon. She began to pump him with one small hand while sucking the head of his cock in rhythm. His gasps became low moans as she worked him hard and fast.

His entire body clenched as he came. She looked up at him, into his eyes as he spilled himself over her face. She knew he loved cumming on her face and she liked it almost as he did.

“I hear someone in the driveway,” Clark said. He smiled. “It’s Oliver and Lois. They’re arguing about the merits of pumpkin verses sweet potato pie.”

Chloe quickly cleaned her face while Clark zipped up. “You go let them in,” she said, toweling the water from her face. “I’ll finish cleaning up and getting my makeup on.”

Clark kissed her slowly, deeply. “I love you, Mrs. Kent.”

“I love you too, Mr. Kent,” she said. She swatted at his behind as he left the bathroom. “Get the turkey out of the oven.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Chloe put her lipstick back on smiled at her reflection. She had the man of her dreams, a child of her own, friends and family were coming to celebrate and open gifts. This was going to be the best Christmas she’d had in a long time.