Mika allowed the cool winter air to enter her lungs. She took a puff of her cigarette as she sat outside of the car. She was parked not too far from the highway. A good distance from her residence, but not too far from town. She wanted to be sure if somewhere were to call, she could keep with her story. On the surface, she and Mikoto were grocery shopping with Izuku. Inko was out of town for the weekend to visit her husband who had a thirty-six-hour layover from Kyoto to Istanbul. Mika didn't mind watching the cinnamon roll since her husband and Kyoka were out of town as well.

She paused from her thought as she heard the sound of her car horn. She flicked the cigarette as she walked back to the car. She tapped the window door. "Are you trying to get us in trouble?" Mika opened the car door to see Mikoto and Izuku in the middle of the backseat. Izuku was too concentrated to notice as Mikoto gyrated her hips onto his throbbing member. She was entranced by the pleasure her pussy received from his dick that she bumped her head onto the car horn.

"Sorry, Mika," she managed to say as she positioned herself on top of him. She adjusted herself as they were lying on the back seat. Izuku strained to keep with his strokes. He was feeling sore, knowing that this was his third session with Mikoto as Mika went before her. He had never felt a pussy tight like this. Yet again, she and Mika's pussies have been the only two he had experience. Mika's pussy was smooth, elegant. The ridges went along with his dick. Mikoto's pussy was different. It always tightened, enveloping to ensure that it wasn't leaving unless it received a parting gift.

Speaking of which, he deposited his parting gift inside of her. Fortunately, the parting gift was wrapped. Mikoto smiled and laughed as she gave her Izuku a kiss. She hovered over him. "I bet this beats having phone sex with my daughter."

Izuku's smile faded. Mikoto stroked his hair. "Don't give me that face, baby. I know how meaningful she is to you." She gave him another kiss. "Continue to make me feel good, I will let you have her pussy...on me." I hope by the time you finish the others, you will soon forget my daughter's pussy. Sorry, dear sweetheart, but your pussy isn't worthy of this Adonis. Mikoto lifted herself from Izuku. She pulled the condom from his dick and wrapped it, tossing it outside. She stepped outside as she grabbed her clothes.

"Great," asked Mika.

"Like you have to ask," retorted Mikoto as she reached for the lighter. "Better than last night attempt with my husband, Hirofumi."

"The old bastard tried making sex?"

"And failed. The man climaxed the moment he stuck it in."

"At least he made it that far."

The only downside was hearing how they criticize their husbands. Izuku knew what they were doing were wrong. It was good enough he participated in this rendezvous, it was another when they talked about their husbands negatively.

Izuku wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Mrs. Uraraka, I would like it if we don't discuss hearing about your husband."

Mikoto turned to Izuku. She wasn't upset. Just surprised.

"It's one thing about being unfaithful, it's another being mean," said Izuku. "Mr. Uraraka works hard. He does the best he can. Plus, you made Ochako with him. If you don't like him, then why are you with him?" Mika took a staring at him. "I love this. I love having sex. But I don't feel comfortable knowing that I am being wrong to your husbands."

Mikoto stepped inside of the car. She cradled his cheek. "Sweetness! Understand that we care about our husbands. However, there is more about them than you know." She kissed him on the lips. "They aren't any better. They are much as unfaithful than us. It's systematically normal for them."

Mika closed the door as she sat in the driver's side. "Quite correct, darling. I find plenty phone numbers in my husband's wallet. Lipstick on his collar and condoms that I know we didn't use. Don't think we are doing this because we want to."

"Strip club rewards cards," said Mikoto

"Host club receipts," said Mika

"Whore houses, love hotel receipts."

"Sightings from other mothers."

"Yeah, darling. If my husband was faithful, I wouldn't do this," said Mikoto. "You're cute and all, but I want to be loved." She lowered her eyes to Izuku. "Do you love me?"

Izuku blushed when asked. He tried turning away, but it was Mrs. Uraraka's fingers holding his chin. "Do you love me?"

Izuku nodded, more out of obligation and uncertainty. "Of course, I love you."

Mika turned around. "And do you love me?"

Izuku nodded again blushingly. "Of course! I love you as well."

Mika produced a smile. "I love you, too, Izuku."

Mikoto kissed him on the cheek. "I love you as well. Us mothers all do." Mika carefully and delicately entered the back seat. "Let us demonstrate how much we love you, I-zu-ku!" Mikoto stepped out of the car. Izuku lied down on his back. Mika tore the condom, she got from her purse, with her teeth and placed it on his dick. She pulled down her panties and put it inside of Izuku's mouth. "Let me shut that pretty mouth of yours for talking too much. Just relax and enjoy my pussy." She quickly opened her folds to enter Izuku's dick inside. He quickly moaned by the contact. "Let this pussy make you forget about our pesky, dirty husbands."

She was rough with her thrust. She groaned loudly as she was making herself feel good. "God, you have a great dick. You have a gift. You should make this a living. You know how to be a great lover to us girls." She was tickled. She rubbed her breast, squeezing her nipples to further arouse herself. "If I wasn't married, I would have you all to myself." She was purring. She squeezed his face to open his mouth. She pulled her panties from his mouth and replaced it with her saliva. She closed his mouth and made him swallow it. She grabbed her tits, kneading it as if she was kneading bread. Izuku moaned, releasing heavenly noises to the former musician. "Moan for Mama. Moan for Mama, baby."

Meanwhile, Mikoto was smoking a cigarette and looking at her phone while she heard Izuku returning to becoming lost in the essence of a mature woman. Mika had the kind of pussy that put men to their knees or even woman who sported strap-ons. She took a puff of the cigarette as she received a text from Mitsuki. How are things with lover boy?

She turned around. Izuku had his eyes shut, gasping each time Mika went in for a kiss.

Mikoto: Indispose at the moment. Enjoying our rocking Mika.

Mitsuki: Good. I was worried that he might change his mind.

Mikoto: Far from it. He is the best ride I ever have.

Mitsuki: So, is he ready for his exclusive?

Mikoto: Are you sure about this, Mitsuki?

Mitsuki: Trust me, after tasting more of this honey, he will begging for more.

Mikoto: All right. Talk to you soon.

Mikoto returned the phone into her pocket. She returned to the car as Mika was now hovering over Izuku. She sounded like a beast as she began grunting, angrily thrusting her hips as if she was fucking him. Knowing that Mitsuki probably needed another couple of hours, it gave her time to have a little more fun with their cinnamon roll.

Mikoto closed the door and entered the back seat. She licked her lips as she strutted her hips as she began bucking Mika. Mika leaned back, allowing Mikoto to fondle her tits as she allowed Izuku to tenderize her pussy.

Sometime later….

Izuku waited at the arcade where Mika and Mikoto dropped him off. As he staggered out of the car, they mentioned that Mitsuki had a surprise for him. She would pick him up within a few minutes of their departure.

Not too long later, a black Audi pulled alongside of the curve where Izuku stood. The occupant stared at him. The passenger side window of the Audi went down and Izuku made his way to the window.

"Trick or treat, my dear Izuku," his childhood friend's mother said with the emphasis of his name. "Lovely evening, isn't it?" She swirled her tongue around the sucker leaving a trail of her saliva, which made Izuku swallowed the lump in his throat. Mitsuki fixed her lips. "Too bad that I've missed Halloween. But looking at you." She put the sucker in her mouth and began to chew it. The crunching sound was loud, then she stuck her tongue out. "Delectable. But that isn't the only thing sweet I want."

He opened the door and stepped inside of the vehicle. The car smelled of fresh scented lemon. Before he had the chance to put on his seatbelt, Mitsuki surprised him with a kiss. She grabbed both of her hands and pressed hard on his lips. She placed her tongue inside of his mouth, forcing his tongue to do a dance with hers. He remained still while she did all of the work. After she finished, a trail of saliva bridged the pair.

"So, what are we going to do," asked Izuku nervously.

"Unlike last time in the kitchen or with the other girls, I want it wet, slick, and raw." There was enthusiasm in her voice. It sounded like almost a thrill to do this kind of thing.

She pulled his chin to meet her lips. He closed his eyes as she pressed her lips again. His face was tense, in contrast to Mitsuki as she enveloped her mouth with his. While she had his chin with one hand, she stroked his hair with another. He trembled. She stopped.

"Why do you flinch when I touch you? Are you cold, dear," asked Mitsuki.

"Kinda," responded Izuku.

She rested her hands on his lap, rubbing his upper thigh. "Don't worry. I will warm you up."

She retreated to her side of the vehicle. She shifted the gear and began to drive away from the arcade.

At the hotel...

They were in a foyer of the hotel. The hotel floor was tiled in fine marble, which made every step echoed. A chandelier hung from the ceiling, displaying its rainbow colors. It bounced in different directions.

They bypassed the counter before entering the elevator.

"Don't we need to check in," asked Izuku.

"I have already checked us in. No need to worry," responded Mitsuki.

The elevator stopped on the fifth floor. She took Izuku by the hand and walked the few steps to their room. Mitsuki pulled a keycard from her purse and slid it in. "I wanted somewhere for us to have some alone time. Kacchan is home and didn't want any disturbance."

After hearing the click, she opened the outward door.

She fiddled around the wall searching for a light. Their room was antique. The decor appeared to be presented in 18th-century fashion. The wall moldings were decorated from a sense of colonial England. However, the furniture and the equipment was in contrast. It was modernized. The king-sized bed was there. It looks soft and firm. The lamps above their bedpost were old-fashioned, but it complimented the color in the room, which was a shade of teal.

Izuku was amazed, never been in this exquisite kind of hotel before. The emerald-haired child was lost for words.

"Seems like our guest of honor is here." Izuku turned to the opened doors to another room. His friend, Shouto's mother, Rei was walking out into the opening. The white-haired woman looked alluring, quite attractive. She was sporting a red dress with red gloves. Her earrings were diamond encrusted. The type where an ordinary jewelry store would not sell. Her creamy white skin could be compared to milk. Her red dress clung tightly around her breast. They were well-rounded.

Mitsuki closed the door and walk toward Izuku to the bed.

"I hope you didn't mind having company, Izuku," said Mitsuki as she came behind Izuku. Izuku flinched when feeling her body pressed against his. His breath became ragged when her fingers entered his mouth.

Rei was tickled, giggling as she walked toward Izuku. "Even if he didn't speak," she purred, pressing forward and reaching for his erect dick. "His body was saying otherwise."

Mitsuki joined Rei as they began massaging his dick. Izuku was grateful that Mitsuki supported his balance. Izuku hissed from being double-teamed by their soft hands.

"Rei's a bit different than us," purred Mitsuki as she bit into his ear. "Especially with this particular fetish."

"Right you are, Mitsuki," replied Rei alluringly as she continued massaging his hard cock. "I love it when men come in their pants." She let out a heavy, hoarse whisper. She kissed his neck, pressing her breast on his body. Izuku felt compelled to kiss her breast. He felt Mitsuki kissing the back of his neck. He moaned harshly as the mothers caressed his dick. She unzipped his pants, continuing to rub into his boxer shorts. He felt the sensation of her Rei's gloves creating friction with his boxers. She pressed her lips to cover his voice.

"Shh," she whispered to him, biting and licking his ear. "Don't resist. Follow those directions. Come for me, baby. Let Auntie Rei take you away." She rubbed swiftly on the phallus with her palms, slowly gripping her fingers on the shaft.

"Don't fight it, baby. Just let it out," she commanded him. She used her free hand to cover Izuku's cries with her breast. Rei felt the pulsation of his dick as he released his sperm through his boxers. Contents were released and absorbed around her gloves. "Yes, yes, let it out. Let out your love for me out." She continued stroking his shaft until his orgasm ceased. Once she felt he couldn't release any more, she released her grip. She saw his sperm and licked it with great intent. She sucked each digit until her gloves were cleared of any contents on it.

"Yummy," Rei purred. Mitsuki grinned as Izuku leaned onto her for support. "Seems like a satisfied customer," she said as she began sucking on Rei's gloves for seminal residue. "But the fun is far from over. So, so, far from over."

The bathroom opened and out came another friend of a mother. Tsuyu's mother walked out with a video camera in hand. Izuku turned to Mistuki, which she produced a smile.

"What's going on," asked Izuku.

"Let's say we are making precious memories," said Mitsuki as she pecked him on the lips.

"Precious, precious memories. Ribbit," exclaimed Tsuyu's mother.

Rei licked her lips. "Beru, is everything set?"

"Set as it can be, ribbit!"

Rei stroked Izuku's cheek. "I hope you have plenty of rest because you are definitely won't be getting any sleep."

To be continued….