It was at the Bakugo residence where Izuku Midoriya could be found. He swallowed the lump in his throat as his classmate Katsuki's mother approached him. She displayed an alluring look, the kind of look that belonged to a lover and not to a child of her son's. She kept her composure, crossing her legs and folding her arms. He knew that Mitsuki Bakugo was many things: brash, aggressive, and ill-tempered. Similar qualities like her son.
In her hands, she carried the copy of the latest edition of Swingout Sisters. A copy that he saved many weeks of pocket money to obtain. This particular edition featured a gravure of a the main character, Chiyo, which Katsuki asked to borrow from Izuku for the time being. The edition also included features of a potential collaboration with the manga artist who made Aki Sora.
Izuku came over to retrieve the special edition from Katsuki. However, what he was afraid of happened. The special edition of Swingout Sisters featured an omake that was suitable for adults. It was through the grace of his mother's naivete to purchase it without analyzing the comic.
Now, the comic was dangling from Mrs. Bakugo's hands. Her expression showed malcontent, but at the same time, the arousal of her curiosity.
"So, this is what naughty boys are doing when they have free time," asked Mitsuki as she folded her arms. "I can expect this coming from my husband or my son, but you, Izuku." She whistled. "This comes at a shock. I thought you were better than that."
Honestly, Mitsuki didn't care about the content of the comic. Actually, she enjoyed seeing Izuku in this position, begging for forgiveness. She was birds of a feather like her son.
"Sorry, Mrs. Bakugo." The worried green-haired child went to his knees. "Please forgive me. I wasn't trying to do anything harmful."
Oh, my God. This kid is too adorable. Let me up the ante. She clicked her tongue. "I don't know, Izuku. This kind of material is detrimental to your mind and your health. To think you promoted this smut to my son?" She tapped her shoes on the floor. "I don't want to do this, but I think I need to call Inko and tell her about this."
Izuku got up and ran to her direction. "Please, please, not my Mom."
She continued walking in the direction where she had left her cell phone. "It's for your own good. Allowing this smut to spread over to my son. You need to be taught a lesson."
Izuku extended his hands, grabbing her bathrobe. "Please, let me explain. I don't want to get in trouble."
She pushed him off of her and proceeded to her cell phone.
Izuku began wailing as he begged to her on his knees. "I will do anything," he said in between sobs. "I will do anything. Please, don't tell my Mom.
Oh, my God, this is too rich. I was only going to tease him a bit, but Izuku is too easy. No wonder my son enjoys bullying him. Yet again, I was suspecting my son was sort of having feelings for the lad.
"Please, don't. I don't want to get in trouble. I don't want you to hate me." He continued as tears and snot were coming in all directions of his face.
Mitsuki stared at her cell phone before realizing a strong, audible sigh. She dropped her cell phone and kneeled toward Izuku.
She sighed away. "Go to the bathroom and wash up. When you are finished, meet me in the living room. We are going to have a talk."
He shook his head as he went to the bathroom. A few minutes later, he returned to the bathroom where she was waiting in the living room. However, she wasn't wearing her bathrobe. She was wearing a plain white t-shirt and blue capris. Her legs were crossed and she appeared disappointed.
An act that Mitsuki produced in her mind on what she really wanted to do with Izuku.
"Sit," she said as she pointed her finger on the couch next to her. Izuku followed her directions. He was quiet as he took a seat.
"So, Izuku. You don't want to reveal this flithy comic to your mother?"
"No, ma'am."
She pursed her lips. "It's a tough thing you are in, Izuku. You know of the dirty road you might go into. Especially if you haven't explore anything like it."
"Yes, ma'am."
She displayed a smile. "Tell you what. I can make a bit of an arrangement. A trade of some sort to keep this quiet."
"A trade?"
"Hmm hmm. I can give you your manga back if you can offer me something."
"Offer you something?"
"Yes, sir. Yet again, it has to be something that is worth valuable. A very powerful commodity. Sort of a porkbelly," she winked to him.
Izuku reached into his pocket. He pulled out 700 yen and some pocket lint. He extended it to her. She swayed her hands. "Nah, need something more valuable," she told him. She closed her eyes to think on what she wanted to do with him. Originally, she just wanted to tease him and hopefully he would wet his pants. She shook her head knowing that he was too old to do something. She didn't want to let the teen go right away. This was exciting. Her husband was in Rome on business and her son was God knows where. It gave her some time to herself...and with Izuku.
Okay, this shouldn't be difficult. You took a Finance class, damn it. What can Izuku give me in exchange? Ok, I need something to relieve myself. My husband isn't going to be here for a few weeks. My son doesn't want to play our little game anymore. The boy I normally mess with is out of town. Now, I need something to relieve this stress. Even if it means something drastic. She looked at Izuku and observed him for a few moments. She withdrew a slight smile. She had made her decision.
"The first thing I want you to do is to take off your clothes." She was very firm in her voice. It was sharp, like a hot knife on butter. It was absolute and didn't go any further. After a few moments of awkwardness, she responded. "Well, do you want your manga back or not?"
He shook his head. "I do. It is just. I have never. I have never."
"Never what, kid," she questioned while raising her eyebrows.
"I have never disrobed in front of a girl before," he said without looking at her in the eye.
"Is that all, kid," she replied. "It is like being in gym class. And I like your teacher." She pressed her nails on the desk. "And this teacher wants you to disrobe. So, off with your clothes."
Izuku was hesitant but obeyed her orders. He first took off his shirt, followed by his pants. He was blushing red like a tomato when he was just in his briefs. She observed and gave the hand motion that he wasn't finished. "When I mean your clothes, I mean all of it."
He was deeply flushed. He closed his eyes as he slowly took off his brief. The cool air of the office didn't help his embarrassment. He felt exposed as he covered his penis, shielding it from the cold and shielding it from Mitsuki.
She crackled. "C'mon, kid. A trade means to display all transaction before giving your dues. It means showing all. Understand?" She leaned forward. "Unless you want some help?"
Not that I don't mind, she thought to herself. Seeing Izuku in his glory made her blush herself, but she grateful of having a poker face. Detailing his body was causing her to get a little arouse herself. She felt the moistness coming from her groin along with the tightness. In a way, she was gaining interest.
"Ok, Mrs. Bakugo," replied Izuku as he was shaking and trembling as he exposed himself to her. She admitted that he wasn't the biggest she had seen, but his girth wasn't bad. She knew with the right girl, he could make a girl want more. However, she wasn't going to admit that or encourage him. She wanted control.
"Not bad, seen better," she said nonchalantly. "You are a thousand miles if you can any girl want that. I couldn't imagine the girls who have gone off with that."
"I haven't," he said quietly.
"What did you say," she questioned.
Izuku looked away, but Mitsuki walked to him and put her hand on his chin. She had direct eye contact with him. "Repeat what you had said."
"I have never been with a girl before."
She burst out laughing. "Are you serious? You are such a child. You are telling me at your age, no girl has shag you with that. The next thing you are going to tell me you haven't masturbated."
Izuku shied away like a turtle hiding in its shell. Mitsuki once more forced his chin into her direction. "Really? Rubbing it out? Choking the chicken? Going number three?" She released his chin from her grip and turned around.
I am going to be his first. In a way, this kind of exciting. I am going to responsible for popping his top?
She maintained her composure, not exposing her excitement on the matter. She coughed before turning back to Izuku. "Ok, kid. This is what we are going to do." She sat at the foot of the kotatsu. "I can't make a trade if you haven't used the product." She sighed. "So, I guess it is up to me to test the product to see how it works."
"It isn't going to cost me my book?"
"Nah, but you are still going to pay for it, kid. Look at it as equity or some sort."
Mitsuki moved Izuku's hand to see his penis. Mitsuki looked closer as she was familiar with being around the area. This wasn't her first rodeo. Many boys she had dated or had relations in high school credited her for being good at oral sex. She practiced with tools such as fruits, vegetables, and toys to get a good performance. She often practiced it with her son as a teaser. Of course, she kept it a secret and bribed him with video games and pocket money. She pressed over it, recognizing the sweat. She could tell from its scent that Izuku was nervous.
Meanwhile, Izuku has never had a girl this close to his penis before. Once, he let Tsuyu Asui look at his penis. She stared before blushing away from it; especially when he became aroused of seeing her. He watched the mother of Katsuki breathe over it before making a touch on the tip, which automatically aroused him.
"It doesn't take much for you to get hard, kid," she said before putting her hands on the shaft. She felt his trembling, but it didn't deter her to continue. "Stand still, kid. I am going to show you how it feels to get your dick wet." She looked at him. "Right now, I think you can't handle getting your dick sucked by me, but a handjob would suffice. Once we have that, the trade is complete. Sound good?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Easy kid, I am still a teen like you. Call me Auntie Mitsuki."
"Yes, ma-, I mean Auntie Mitsuki."
She placed her hand around the shaft and began rubbing it. She was rough, wanting to ensure that he was good affection from the region. She watched as he continued shaking, looking away from the scene. She pressed her other hand on his stomach, rubbing it with soft force.
"Relax, I want to make you feel good," she told Izuku. "This is no way of wanting to hurt you."
"I know, but this feels funny."
"It is your first. But trust me, it feels good. You will enjoy it. Promise."
Izuku trusted her advice and closed his eyes. Mitsuki took advantage and put her tongue around his stomach. He let out a moan instantly, enticing her to continue. She caressed her tongue around his bellybutton before kissing it. She thrust her tongue there while gripping his dick. She kissed his stomach a few times with light pecks. She dwindled her hand to his nipple where she rubbed and pinched it. He covered his mouth to stop himself from moaning.
"It's okay to moan," cried Mitsuki. "That is sure sign that you are feeling good. No one should have to hold back."
"Auntie Mitsuki, I feel like I am drifting."
"Drift away, kid. I am here to guide you. The good waves are coming soon."
Mitsuki was feeling aroused. Her nipples protruded from her shirt. Her labia was exposed and fluids were seeping, but she ignored her own feelings. A flaw she admitted. She never cared about the quality of herself when seeking pleasure. It was her partners where she cared the most. Also, it was very hard for her to achieve an orgasm. She has yet to meet a person who could live by her standards, including her husband. She continued kissing his stomach before returning back to his dick.
Precum was leaking from his dick, which helped her with lubrication. She was gaining strength, knowing he was closing to coming.
"Does it feel good, kid," she asked while smiling. "Is Auntie making you feel good?"
"Yes, Auntie."
"I think I like that better. For now on, call me your Auntie for now on. Okay?"
He shook his head while moaning. She continued getting faster as she knew he was closing.
"I am feeling strange. I feel like peeing."
"There you go, kid. You are getting there. Come for me. Come for me. Let it out. Let it out for your Auntie"
Izuku gripped his teeth. He let out a loud cry before releasing his fluids to Mitsuki. She was welcomed with semen in front of her. It landed on her nose and her mouth. Some of it landed on her shirt. He strained before dropping it to the ground.
Mitsuki stood in shock, but shouldn't have been surprised by the result. She watched him pant and blushed at the sight he gave her.
"I am sorry," he cried. "I did that?" He scanned around the room. "Let me get a tissue."
She waved her hand. She pulled the semen from her nose and her mouth. She rubbed the texture on her fingers before placing them in her mouth. Izuku watched as she cleaned her fingers of his milk. She wiped her hands on her shirt and stood up.
"Transaction completed."
A few minutes later, Mitsuki and Izuku were standing at the front door. She gave the manga back to Izuku and he bowed to her in thanks. She returned to opening the blinds and unlocking the door. She looked at her watch and saw that it was close to six in the evening. Katsuki should be home at any moment.
"Thank you for the manga, Auntie," said Izuku.
"Don't mention it, kid," answered Mitsuki.
"Auntie?"
"Yeah?"
"When you made me put stuff out, did it suppose to feel good?"
"I don't know. I am not a boy."
"Did it taste good? My stuff?"
God, you are young. Asking me too many questions. "It isn't bad. Just very salty."
He blushed. "Okay. Well, thanks a lot. I promise to not do that again."
"Sure, sure. Be a good boy. Now go home, kid. I don't want to get you into any trouble."
Izuku waved bye to Mitsuki before departing for home. She locked the door behind him and closed the blinds. She sat on the floor and covered her face. She was still bewildered on what she did.
Holy shit! What in the hell did I do? I hope he doesn't tell his mother. I should have told him to keep it to himself.
She looked down and saw some semen residue on her shirt. With her finger, she scooped the semen and placed it in her mouth. Honestly, she didn't know that a person's first time tasted differently than anyone else. She swallowed it before getting up to prepare dinner.
Her phone rang. She saw it was Katsuki. She answered it on the third ring. "Hello?"
"Hey. Just letting you know that I am hanging with Shouto and Tenya at the arcade. I won't be back until later."
She was reaching for her cigarette as she approved her son's request. "No problem. Dinner should be done by the time you get back."
"Cool!"
"Listen for a sec."
"What is it?"
"You wouldn't happen to have Izuku's number, don't you?"
That night, Izuku was lying in his bed reading a manga. He tried focusing on the manga but couldn't help but to think about earlier with Katsuki's mother. He was getting ready for bed until he received a text from his phone.
He got out of his bed and reached for his cell phone. It came from Mrs. Bakugo.
Hey, brat! I think you can make a wild guess on who this is. I don't take any wisecracks on why I am texting you. I must say. You were fun to tease.
Auntie Bakugo
He put the phone down and returned to his bed. Then, he had heard another text.
It was a picture of Mrs. Bakugo exposing her red bra and panties. Her arms were in an upward position while her legs were spread, puckering her lips to the camera
For your eyes only, said the text. Now, you have some dirt on me.
As he was looking, he received another text. It was an image of his manga with his name on it. Also, a picture of him crying.
For my eyes only, unless you back out on me, then it will be for your Mommy and the student body. Now, I have dirt on you. If you want more of me, you know how to reach me.
To be continued...
