Hey, guys! BD and GOTA, here with another installment of 'The Joy Wives Club.' The following events in this chapter continue on from the previous chapter. Izuku returns home to gather some things for his trip with the housewives to his father's private cabin. While preparing, his Auntie Mitsuki has some choice words AND actions to express her love for the cinnamon roll.

As a reminder, the Joy Wives Club is a group of housewives and the mothers of our UA heroes - Mitsuki (Kacchan's mother and leader of the group), Rei (Shouto's mother), Mayuko (Momo's mother), Beru (Tsuyu's mother), Mikoto (Ochako's mother), and Mika (Kyoka's mother).

Izuku wanted to call it an early night with Ochako. However, the brunette was still persistent. She was hot and ready for another night of lovemaking on the telephone. Izuku called it as having whiskey dick. To produce a story for his whereabouts, he had told the brunette that he and the guys were at his apartment and decided to have something to drink from his father's cabinet. His excuse for no signs of slurring was because he used mouthwash and drank cups of coffee to gain his composure. He had told her that he wasn't expecting her call but didn't want to disappoint her.

"You don't have to explain yourself, baby. I understand." The smooth-talking voice of an angel was excusing his temporary paralysis of impotence. Izuku quietly listened as Ochako was talking on the other end. He could hear the sound of her vibrator rattling from her pussy. He could hear it in her voice. No matter what, the show was going to go on.

"Just hear my voice," she told Izuku. "Pretend that we are lovemaking once again." She hissed into the receiver. Loud enough that Izuku had to distance himself from the receiver. It has been a few days since the duo hasn't done anything involving phone sex. Actually, they have unable to talk for the last couple of days.

How could he tell Ochako that his reasoning of not returning his calls because he was sleeping with one-half of a person that gave her life? Any opportunity he had attempted to establish contact was for naught as the mothers of his friends wanted each of their time with him.

Izuku grabbed a roll of tissue. He reached for his undercarriage to clean himself off. He continued listening to heavenly moans of his angel on the other end of the receiver. He could imagine her wearing her favorite nightgown. The pink one with multiple images of All Might. Wearing her polka-dotted panties, grabbing both ends to her sopping, wet pussy. Forcing her hands into her narrow cavern, releasing the juices as it settled into the cotton fabric. Ochako may use a free hand to rub her nipples, kneading it like bread, wishing that it was the teeth of Izuku to partake in this affair.

Of course, this was all Izuku's imagination. For all, he would know, she could be grinding on the bodypillow of Rin Matsuoka from Free! That he knew was plausible.

It was Ochako's mother that told him that information when they were lovemaking in Auntie Mitsuki's apartment that day.

Whimpering cries were coming into the receiver. Izuku knew that Ochako was close. He listened attentively, waiting for the final words of the goddess to release the floodgates from her personal heaven.

"Here it comes, Izuku, baby! Fuck me, baby! Fuck me like the whoring slut, I am." She repetitively called herself "whore," "slut," and "bitch." These words weren't true about her personality but the words of wanting pleasure from him were proven and reason-thought. It made him sick to know that he was lying to her about not wanting to perform their weekly ritual. However, tonight he had plans.

The only reason he was only back at the apartment was to gather a few items.

It was a girls' trip to the cabin in the woods.

And he was the host of the weekend.

It was by accident when Izuku happened to stumble upon his father's secret of the cabin. He was twelve years old at the time. His mother wasn't home when he returned from playing with Katsuki. He was in the living room when hearing muffled noises coming from his parents' bedroom. Hearing the deep voice implied that it was his father. Excited to hear his father's return, he ran briskly into the bedroom.

Edging around the corner, he paused, seeing the mirror in the hallway that showed his father. He was having a conversation on the phone with someone. The conversation sounded different. It was not businesslike. Also, it was not the way he talked to friends, or to Izuku. It was not even the way he talked to his mother. His tone was deep. It was raspy and very erotic. It was as if he purposefully put bass in his voice to convince his sexiness to whomever he was on the phone with. He was flirting. He had his hand cupped around his penis.

Whoever it was, he must have been turned on.

I am only here with the wife and kids for a few days until I will be up in the valley later.

I know, baby. I will pick you up at the airport before getting there.

Don't be like that. You know Daddy has been good to you.

Bring those sexy pumps. We are going to need them when we have our fun.

Baby, trust me! Inko doesn't have the slightest idea about this.

I am gone half the time. She is happy with the kid and the bills are being paid.

I give her money and the obligatory lovemaking. The kid is happy. So why not have rewards as well?

Yeah, you like that? Can't wait to stroke that kitty when I come and see you.

It was Izuku's sneeze that abruptly interrupted the phone call. His cheating eyes darted at the one half that he gave life. He immediately stood and rushed to the door. Worried and scared, Izuku ran towards his room, locking it shut.

Icchan dear! Open up!

Daddy isn't mad! I just need to talk to you!

Please, dear. There is something I need you to hear!

He put those thoughts aside and back to the matter at hand. It amazed him how the brain can work. His thoughts were of yesteryear and trying to focus on Ochako's needs. While gathering his things for the weekend, he needed a restroom break and then a shower, thus the reason why he was at this current predicament. He didn't realize how late into the night that he let Ochako's calling him to slip his mind.

"There you go, my princess," said Izuku to aid in her pleasure. "Where do you want me to come?"

"Inside of me," panted Ochako as her moans heightened. "Inside of me."

"There we go, baby," said Izuku. "I am coming inside of you! Say my name."

"Izuku! Izuku! Izuku!" The latter of which was screamed into the receiver. Ochako whimpered and moaned as the juices were flying and spraying like fireworks in Golden Week. Another astounding crescendo from the goddess until the ebb and flow ceased. "Izuku, baby! Izuku, you feel so warm. I feel so warm and fuzzy. I can feel your seeds coating my insides."

"Let it settle. Don't let your pussy forget my shape," said Izuku. "But, I have to go! Talk to you, later, princess!"

"I love you, sweetie," cried Ochako. "Until we meet again. Bye-bye!" She pecked the receiver before hanging up on the phone.

Upon placing the phone on the counter, he flushed the toilet. The sound of the flushing coincided with the knock on the door.

"Oi, Sailor Boy." It was his Auntie Mitsuki was calling for him. "Finished playing hanky-panky with your little girlfriend?" One would think the tone was condescending but Izuku knew that was her nature to tease. Where else would Katsuki learn to act in such a way?

"About to take a shower," answered Izuku. He didn't respond to her question. He had learned to separate his personal affairs between Ochako and the housewives. It was enough that he was participating in the debauchery of the housewives. In these few short days, he has slept with Ochako's mother, Kyoka's mother, and Momo's mother. He had engaged in sexual plays with Shouto's mother and Katsuki's mother. The only person he has yet to satisfy was Tsuyu's mother. However, he had felt that Tsuyu's mother was indifferent. He knew at some point the two may engage in sex. He could remember in passing conversations with each other.

Hey, kid, no rush! My mood for sex is like Halley's Comet coming to Earth.

I enjoy the company. It is like watching 'Real Housewives' but in person and without paying for cable.

You're a cute kid, but a bit too skinny. My kind of man must have some meat on his bones. However, don't think I would get a taste of you, kid! I can go vegan. However, for you, the taste of healthy, thick broccoli.

She was definitely the mother of Tsuyu thought Izuku to himself while he was removing his clothes. He was feeling sticky. The dried spunk of his own sperm and the juices of Rei, Mayuko, and Mitsuki were present.

"Oh, changing the subject, eh?" He could feel the grin from the bathroom door. "I can take the hint. Keep affairs about our affairs to yourself. You are a man and I can respect that."

"Thank you!" Izuku placed his shirt into the hamper. He placed his shoes on top of the counter. While removing his pants, he noticed that Mitsuki was still at the door.

"Your aunties, Mika and Mikoto are gathering provisions," said Mitsuki informatively. "The other ladies are gathering their belongings as well."

Izuku pulled down his pants. The seminal stains were smudged around his groin area. He knew that he would have to pre-treat this with detergent without his mother knowing. He placed it in the sink. "That is fine." He was only left in his boxers. He stuck out his hand to see if the water's temperature was just right.

"You're still not choking your chicken, aren't you?"

"Do you hear the showering running? I am getting cleaned up!"

"So, it is true."

"Auntie!"

"I am kidding, Sailor Boy." Her body was pressed to the door. "Do you know how vigor I get when it comes to a man's smell."

Izuku didn't answer. He finally removed his last article of clothing. He put inside of the hamper and stepped into the shower.

"Did you know the scent of a man determines their personality and their work ethic," continued Mitsuki in her amorous manner.

Izuku allowed the warmth of the water to soothe him. He stuck his face into the shower nuzzle, wanting to feel the exuberant feeling of being refreshed.

While getting his loofa, he heard the sound of the doorknob turning. He wasn't fazed. By now, Mitsuki would no longer want to be stalled. That wasn't in her nature. As Izuku continued to bathe, he expected the blonde mother to come inside and do whatever a woman would do a lover.

"One thing I like about you, Izuku, is that you are your own person." Mitsuki took her off her shirt. In the mirror, her black flowery bra was exposed, showcasing her perky nipples. Mitsuki didn't have any shame about her body. Despite the tiny hints of grey and stretch marks, she was able to bring any boys to her congregation.

"What gives you that conclusion?" Izuku poured the body wash into his hand. It was oatmeal raisin scented. He spread it like butter on toast onto his chest. Using the sponge, he began scrubbing.

"You have your way of doing things. Compliant, non-compliant," said Mitsuki while unsnapping her bra strap. "You treat us with respect. You're aware of the risks of being with married mothers. Not once have you called us for taking advantage of you." Mitsuki pulled down her pants and her panties, exposing her creamy legs and pussy. There was a prickle of hair, here and there. She has been meaning to shave it but didn't have the time. It mattered not as she kicked her clothes to the side.

"I'm not your typical teen," concluded Izuku while using his hands to clean his naughty bits. "You took me by surprise when you approached me, Auntie." He proceeded cleaning when he heard Mitsuki stepping into the shower. "Your boldness of doing this in front of the others. Then, wanting another round by involving the mothers. I would've never expected a group of mothers involving yourselves with affairs like this."

He felt Mitsuki's hand reaching for his chest. He didn't resist as he felt the mounds of Mitsuki touching his back. He got himself comfortable, leaning back and adjusting his body as he allowed her to do her will. "You could say we have had an eye on you for quite some time," she purred. She tugged his nipple, applying pleasure to emit a moan. She used her other hand to stroke his stomach. She was playing with him, teasing, doing whatever she could to avoid the nether region. She wanted to see if he would resist the temptation.

"Were there others," asked Izuku. It was out of curiosity. Within, he knew there wasn't a romantic connection. However, he couldn't help but be curious.

Izuku felt her fingertips cradling his balls. She used her lips to kick the back of his shoulders. Soft, tender pecks along with the warm water to aid in their pleasure.

"Would you be jealous if there were other boys before you," asked Mitsuki. The moment she cupped his phallus, an erection ensued. She kissed him on his back. She proceeded to stroke his shaft. He covered his mouth, masking the moans.

"It is okay to cry out," informed Mitsuki. "No one is here but us."

Izuku never felt that his dick being pleasured but such soft hands. As if God designed Mitsuki's hands beyond using it to punch him and Katsuki, pulling Katsuki by the ears, or using her energy to chase Katsuki into kingdom come. Why was he thinking of this while getting his dick teased?

"I wouldn't be jealous," retorted Izuku. "Can I ask that question?"

Mitsuki locked her leg around his ankle. She released her hand from his chest, using all she could to tend to his dick. "Were there other boys? Have you asked that question to Ochako?" His eyes were raised. His heart skipped a beat. "Relax, sweetie! I am not trying to destroy your thoughts on your precious Ochako." She mounted her pussy against his ass, bouncing back and forth. "However, I will say you can make us envy her."

"For what?"

"How much we want you. But, deep down, we know where your heart resides," said Mitsuki. She wrapped her hands tightly around his dick like a cannoli. "But does it matter, Izuku? What matters is right now!" Izuku instinctively thrust her makeshift onahole. "We are just two people lost in the moment together. So, don't worry about the past or the future. Think about what is right now." She licked into his ear canal. "Do you know what you do to me, Icchan? Just thinking of your nubile innocence. Thinking of the carnal lust you leave onto us mothers. You drive us mad to the point where it should be against the law for having such beauty in our mist."

Her hands were tighter than any pussy he has indulged in the last few days.

"Think of this hand pussy as mine. It is warm, tight, sopping and hungry for this dick," said Mitsuki as she was squeezing his dick. "Out of all of the girls, you've fucked, I know what you really want, Icchan." She let out a giggle. "Whenever I watch you play, your eyes always linger on me. On me, on me alone. It is like you enjoy the booty of the treasure but what you covet is the pirate behind the treasure."

Izuku felt the prowess of the woman, covering him in her hands. She made strong strides along his shaft. Not enough to stir an orgasm, but to keep him yearning for more.

"Your body is such a wonderland. A canvas to us mothers." She continued bucking her hips to ass. "It wasn't that long when your paintbrush has been dipped, Sailor Boy. Just knowing your novice body is maturing to our liking." She whispered such strong boastful words into his ears. His antennas were transmitting to his dick, prompting him to pump faster. "You say were there others? If there were, they are no comparison to you. Not saying because we love you for your dick." She pressed her lips to his neck. "We love you." She planted her teeth into his neck. She didn't feel him resisting it. She wanted to claim him. She wanted this. This was her man. Nothing else matters except what was in front of her.

"Now, clear your mind and just shaft inside of my hand, baby," said Mitsuki. "Imagine it being my walls, my pussy. Does it feel good fucking me? Knowing my womb wants to be compacted by your hot seeds." She reached over to his cheek, licking the contents on his face. Izuku turned his face over. She enveloped her lips with his. Izuku's mind focused on thrusting his hips into her hand and tasting his auntie.

She broke the kiss. Not before licking his lips. "There you go, Icchan! Fuck your auntie! Fuck her womb! Crave her like you wanting life. I can't wait until I get to finally taste that dick of yours." She let out a tiny cackle from her stomach. She bit into his neck once more. "God, your patience is worth the wait. It will be well rewarded. I can't wait until I have you."

"Why can't we do it?"

Those were the very words she wanted to hear from his lips.

"Spring chickens can't tend to the mother hen until it is matured," she replied boastfully. "But, don't worry! Your time to fuck me will come. There are many chickadees that still need to be tilled before touching this mother hen."

The hot water was getting to Izuku. Mitsuki could feel his body was becoming soft like puddy. She knew that his balls were heavy like cans of milk. She knew that the pot was almost at its boiling point.

"God, Icchan! I remember you playing in the sandbox with my Kacchan. Like there wasn't any care in the world," she said gingerly. "To think I've watched you grow up and become this exuberant boy that I am hand-fucking. Now, on my mark, I want you to come into my hand. Let your spunk rush into my hands like waves on the beach. Surging into my skin like a reservoir." She reverted back to whispering. "Five, oh boy I can't wait for you to cum," she boasted happily. "Four, oh impregnate my pussy, Sailor Boy. Three, coat this womb of your auntie. Two, let it be known who rules over this wonderland. One, cum for me, sweetie! Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Izuku spurt mightily into the hands of Mitsuki. Izuku let out a tiny cry as he released his seeds into her hands. She used her hands like an onahole, stroking until the pleasure ceased.

"There you go, let it out," cried Mitsuki. "Let out your seeds into my womb!" She giggled. "With this much vigor and might, I can't wait until it is my turn to feel you inside me." She released her hands from his cock. In doing so, he dropped to the floor. "Young seed is the best seed." Her hands were coated with his man-made frosting. She watched the thick texture of his sperm sticking to her hand. She didn't mind partaking his seeds. She ingested it, tasting and savoring it for quite a spell until she was finished.

Izuku lifted his head to the smiling Mitsuki. Her hands were wiped clean. "Icchan's seeds! I ate it all!"

Sometime later...

It was late into the evening as the housewives were congregating under an overpass outside of town. Beru was sitting in the front passenger seat of Mayuko's Audi as she served as the guide to lead them to Izuku's father's private cabin. According to Izuku, his father's cabin was situated at the foot of a valley in the next prefecture. The cabin has been in father's name and his father's father's name for several years.

"What's the word on the ETA, Beru," asked Mayuko.

"According to the GPS, we can be there by morning if we leave tonight. Ribbit!" Beru scratched under her chin as she alerting the girls of their pending departure. Beru told her husband and the kids that she was tending to her sick mother and won't be back for a few days. She felt bad for lying to her family but nevertheless enjoyed the camaraderie with the housewives and getting a taste of her cinnamon roll.

"Mikoto and Mika are at the grocery store gathering things for the trip." Mayuko was sitting on the hood of her Audi as she was smoking a cigarette to pass the time. She inhaled her cancer stick before releasing it into the night sky. She was rubbing her stomach, still feeling the surge of Izuku's sperm after ejaculating inside of her. She was feeling fifteen years younger. Never in her forty-something years of living did she ever felt happy. Free to make her decision without the approval of others or keeping appearance because of pride. She told Momo that she was heading to meet a client. She didn't tell her husband anything. Just thinking about that brute man made her want to crush the cigarette, flame and all. "With our clothes packed, we just have to wait for them and we can go."

"Seems like the gist of it," said Mitsuki. She kept a calm demeanor, scanning the gangway in case of lurkers or unwelcomed visitors. She, too, was smoking a cigarette as she waited on Mikoto and Mika to gather rations before heading out of town. She was leaning against her Range Rover. She had a lot going on in her mind, mostly about Izuku. She turned to the black-haired housewife. "Hey, Mayuko. How long Inko will be gone?"

"According to the Mikoto, she won't be back until Tuesday," said Mayuko as she grabbed another cigarette. "That gives us a couple of days to ourselves with Izuku."

Mitsuki nodded in agreement. "Fetching." Mitsuki was the type that waited patiently for things. Prior to the encounter at Inko's house, she had always had her eye on Izuku. Since Izuku and Katsuki's sandbox days, she had always looked to Izuku as a surrogate son. The kind of son that Katsuki wouldn't aspire to be. She didn't plan on being a parent. Honestly, she and Masuru weren't playing safe during their younger days. When she found out she was pregnant, it was a joyous occasion. Something that she wouldn't regret. However, she couldn't say she was the best parent. All of her bad points from her childhood stemmed to her son. She was quite aware of the treatment her son gave Izuku. As always, she was there to support him. In a way, she was probably appealed to being the doting mother, correcting the wrongs of her upbringing with Katsuki.

Maybe I allowed Katsuki to do what he does to Izuku as a misguided attempt of toughening him up. I can't say it was parent-approved and it certainly won't be found in any parenting books. Maybe, I enjoyed seeing him come to me like a son when they fall. Something Kacchan refused to do or wouldn't do so. I am fucked up for being a slut and doing this to my best friend's son. As he has gotten older, I am seeing how much of a young man he is becoming. He is going to be a great man. He is going to be a wonderful leader. Overall, he is going to make an adoring, devoted father.

Mitsuki was caught off-guard when she felt the side mirror hitting her back. She bit her lip, trying her best not to get upset. She walked forward, turning to observe her rocking SUV.

Beru whistled. "I guess Rei is making up for what she couldn't get at the hotel. Ribbit!" She smirked as she returned to her cell phone, looking for the best route to get to the cabin.

Mitsuki smiled. "I guess so. I mean I would be upset if Mayuko took over." She glared at the devil in question. "As she always does."

Mayuko pouted her lips. "I told Rei that I was sorry."

The sound of Rei's moaning silenced the women. After a brief pregnant silence, Mitsuki relaxed her shoulders. Flicking the ashes from her cancer stick, she replied, "I wouldn't worry! Rei is definitely making for her interrupted time back there."

"Give it to me," cried Rei. "Give it to mama. Take it! Take it! Take it!"

The girls laughed at Rei's revelry. Mayuko flicked the lighter as she partook in another smoke. "She is definitely making up for lost time. She acts like she had never tasted a dick before."

"With a dick of a husband, anyone would become numb, ribbit," replied Beru while she was grabbing a bottle of water.

Yes, Izuku! Yes, Izuku Don't hold back!

God, Auntie! God, Auntie!

Oh, you feel good! Coat my womb! Make me forget about that cold bastard!

Auntie?

Make me forget, baby! You're my man now!

"A lot of lost time," said Beru. "Enji what? Enji who?"

"What excuse did she give Enji the bastard," asked Mayuko.

Mitsuki shrugged her shoulders. "That is if he isn't busy being a stiff up his own ass." She took another puff of the cancer stick. "Seriously! Rei told her daughter that she was going to see some old friends at the hospital for the weekend."

"Do you think Fuyumi believes that," asked Beru.

"I don't even think she cares," replied Mitsuki. "If it keeps Rei and Enji from fighting, then it's fine with Fuyumi. Poor girl." Mitsuki turned to the vehicle in question. She tapped on the window. "Oi! Sailor Boy and Todoroki, wrap it up, literally and metaphorically." She looked at her watch. She knew it wouldn't be long before Mikoto and Mika were to return.

"That's it. Take that pussy. Take that pussy. I am coming. I am coming." Mitsuki heard Rei ebbed in the afterglow of her orgasm.

Mayuko looked at her cell phone. She whistled at the sight. "Thirty-five minutes! His agility is improving." She clicked her tongue. "Can't wait for this girls' trip! We are going to have a blast!"

Mitsuki nodded in compliance. "We will, Mayuko! It is certainly a weekend to remember!"

To be continued….

GOTA: About time you return to this gem! Or at least it is my favorite!

BD: 2020 is the year we tie up loose ends with these stories.

GOTA: Are you planning to end this series?

BD: Of course, not! But, I need to complete other parts so I can produce new stories.

GOTA: Like 'A Wild, Wild Weekend,' 'Vixen of the Weekend,' 'Faces of A Woman,' 'Izuku For The Weekend.' Speaking of which, why do you incorporate weekend in your works?

BD: Remember YNW Melly's "Butter Pecan" and his line, 'California for the weekend?' It sounded well and flowed well. So, like Juice Wrld (RIP) served as inspiration in my works, so did that song.

GOTA: Hmm? It does!

BD: Stay tuned for more works, ladies and gentlemen!