Hey, guys! GOTA, here, with our latest installment of 'Precious Treasure.' It has been over two years. Forgive us! Anyway, here is the story. Enjoy!
It was going to be a quiet Saturday evening for Inko. Izuku was invited to a dinner party hosted by his classmate, Yuga. According to the stories her precious treasure commented about the French Prince, it was going to be a long evening. Inko believed she could coast it. A tad bit upset about her husband's cancellation once again after picking up another colleague's account. It didn't make sense that he could make time for a colleague without benefits than his own wife. She often figured that was the reason for her lecherous, incestuous thoughts. The lack of attention, being deprived that a woman desires. She even tried convincing herself that her feelings towards her son were a substitute for her absentee husband.
She could pitch a fit, but it would be all for naught. Alone in an empty house. With a plate of carrot sticks and pickled beets, she had her entree for The Big Bang Theory marathon on television. In the last couple of weeks, the emerald-haired housewife has been watching her figure. Every morning, checking the mirror, questioning when she decided to let herself go.
She had a figure that made men stop in their tracks. The type of sex appeal that made the blind attentive, the priests making their penance, making gay males reconsidering their options, and made women question themselves. Inko loved it. Even after having her son, she had such a curvaceous figure. She remembered the days when Hisashi couldn't let go. With her body against the wall as her husband dug in for what people called natural instincts. The many nights she harked into the heavens when feeling his pestle digging into her mortar.
What in the hell happened?
She sighed heavily. The last thing she wanted to do was to make herself sad. No longer in the mood to eat healthy, she knew that there was a double scoop of thin mint ice cream in the freezer with her name on it.
She stood as she made her way to the kitchen. Despite what she was feeling about her self-image, there must be some appeal from her son.
In the last few weeks, the same cat-and-mouse game continued with their undergarments. Inko watched precariously within the confines of Izuku's room as he inhaled the musky woman fragrance of her panties. Since that day in the living room, Izuku decided to sleep back in his own room. However, it was in the night where their true selves were known.
Inko would dig her hand into her dress - rubbing, gripping, fondling her pussy that long for a dick. The dusty mortar that was in need of a pestle. Juices seeping onto her legs, watching as her son inhaled the forbidden scent. Jerking his dick like a piston and the sounds of his moans muffling through her panties before releasing his seeds into the tissue. Unlike typical teenage boys, he didn't toss it in the trash can. The thought of a mother or a friend discovering it embarrassed him. So instead, he placed it in a plastic bag to hide his shame before placing it into the trash can.
And when Izuku went to school, it was there where Inko inhaled the fumes of a hormonally challenged teenage boy.
Each day, the mother and son became more risque. Just like Inko, some nights Izuku would go and peep into his mother's room. Just like her, the room was cracked. Vibrators, rotors, and back massagers were the tools that aroused the sexually deprived mother. Using her panties as aid, he would watch as Inko lied naked on the futon, exposing her sex.
Juices spurted like a busted water spricket from the vibrator as Inko craved for the very thing that was watching her. She knew and wasn't trying anything to hide it. Just the idea that she knew that he didn't think she knew appealed to her. She kept telling him in the dark that she was doing this show for him.
By daybreak, the remnants of dry semen were evident on her door. He wouldn't have time to clean as her eyes darted in his direction, making the emerald-haired teen scamper like a deer caught in headlights.
Inko became bolder. No longer sporting dollar store panties, she wore undergarments reserved for her husband on those special nights. Finally wearing the outfits that she wanted to show Hisashi was being put into use.
Although Hisashi's loss, it was definitely the son of Hisashi's gain.
Nevertheless, on the surface, things appeared usually normal. They shared dinner together, watched television, went out on walks, typical mother and son routines.
But, at night, their mother and son show would commence, each relieving their tension as they both wanted a taste of their forbidden nectar. It was a secret that belonged to the both of them. Something that they find cherishable. Amazing how neither party was aware of their feelings. Inko believed that it should be that way. She wasn't hurting anyone and wasn't committing a sin. In her mind, as long as she didn't make a move on him, then all is well.
She hoped to God that was probably what Izuku had on his mind as well.
No matter how much they hide from each other, secrets could only last for so long!
It wasn't even a few seconds after Inko returned to the couch when she heard the door unlocking. Lowering the volume on the television, her emerald eyes darted at the entryway. "Icchan?"
"Yeah, it's me, Mom," informed Izuku. She could hear him sitting at the entrance as he was removing his shoes. She was surprised by his arrival. It had only been two hours and it was barely nine in the evening. As she pondered on his premature arrival, she saw her son. Although it was dark, it was the television that illuminated his appearance.
Hint of facial hair was showing. Was he getting taller? This manly musk, she was sure she should have recognized it.
"Mom, everything okay?"
She was beginning to look at a man.
She produced a warm, friendly smile. "Yeah, just getting a good look at you is all."
Immediately, he rubbed the back of his head. He was chuckling. She knew it was a nervous chuckle. Was he feeling the subtle hints of her flirting?
"Thanks, Mom! I can't be that dashing. I can barely catch any fish in a barrel."
Inko knew those immature girls wouldn't know how to handle such a porcelain doll like her precious treasure. Izuku should be treated like a classic Cadillac or Chevy and not one of those fast muscle cars that would eventually fade due to misuse. Someone like her son needed tender, love, and care. He was tender, he was loved, and he was caring.
She felt the tremors coming from her special place. As if the floodgates of heaven wanted to pour down and cast its blessings onto her nubile son. She shook away those thoughts, deciding to change the subject. It was time to question her son of his premature departure from the party. "What happened with Aoyama, honey?"
Izuku lowered his head. "I didn't feel comfortable at the party. I felt out of place." He pursed his lip while trying to take the time to collect his thoughts. "Kacchan didn't tell me that it was a formal dinner party. Apparently I didn't get the message that it was also a couple's night." He rubbed the sole of his shoe. "So, you can say that I was feeling a bit off-centered."
Inko mentally detested how his childhood friend would make him feel out of place. It was typical Katsuki to not get him the full message. She decided to contact his mother and give her some strongly-worded advice of her child rearing.
She patted the couch. "Aw, honey! Come and sit with me, dear." Izuku obeyed his mother's request. He excused himself as he passed his mother and sat on the couch.
"Hungry," asked his mother as she handed him the bowl of ice cream. He nodded as he took a bite from the spoon. Inko watched as her son was consuming ice cream with the very spoon she was going to have a taste.
An indirect kiss.
"It was an odd number since I didn't bring anybody," said Izuku. "Plus, wearing a plain hoodie and jeans while evening gowns and tuxedos were on the agenda, it felt strange."
Inko nodded, leaning to every single word her son was telling her. She was given the bowl back. She saw the remnants of the parts that he didn't eat and slowly licked it. She was fortunate that he was looking at his pant leg to notice.
"Did they treat you any different," asked Inko.
"Not really. But since Yuga had everything planned for couples, it felt odd. So, I decided to leave."
"I'm sorry, baby," said Inko coyly. Apologetic about her son's disappointment, but unapologetic about a woman taking her baby away. "Would a lap pillow help you?"
His nose twitched. His face immediately turned beet red when hearing those words. Izuku didn't want to refuse. He didn't want to be rude. Slowly, he positioned his body to have his head placed on his mother's lap.
"Comfy," asked his mother curiously.
"Yeah," replied her son. He took a deep breath. She could tell that there was nervousness within those labored breaths. The feelings were mutual as the itchiness in her dress was returning. "Reminds me of those days when I was sick or when you clean my ears."
She lightly patted her cheek. "You remember?"
"Of course, Mom! Maybe I was a bit smaller and you would cuff me like a baby."
"A long time ago, dear."
"Not too long, Mom." He nuzzled his face onto her stomach. "Great, precious times." His hands reached for the ice cream bowl as he wanted another taste. "Help yourself, Icchan," she told him as she placed the bowl onto his sturdy chest.
"Thanks," replied Izuku. "It is helping a lot."
"Careful, dear," interjected Inko. "It isn't good to eat your emotions." She patted her stomach. "See where it landed me?"
Izuku couldn't produce a response. He recalled the days of his mother's skinny appearance. The days where she was regularly active. Taking morning jogs to the park, performing daily calisthenics on television, eating diet bars, and going to weekly volleyball practice with the mothers.
The days when his father was actively present in their life.
Izuku could never say that he was envious of his father. He would say that he would have loved to be in his position. Especially on how he treated a woman.
He really didn't know what or why his mother changed into where she was presently. Walking became as much as a chore as going to the grocery store. Cooking shows and syndicated Korean dramas filled his mother's time. The only time she was involved with the mothers was when they were going to a luncheon or serving tea at one of their houses.
Izuku used his hand to touch his mother's stomach. "This may sound cheesy, but you're my mom. Skinny or not, I love you for who you are."
Inko's heart skipped a beat. She bit into her lip when hearing those thoughtful words.
She flicked his nose. "Being quite the cheeky son, are you? Amazing that you didn't use that one-liner at the party."
"It wouldn't do any good. Plus, couples, Mom!"
"Should not have stopped you. If you're like your father, then you are a chick magnet."
"You're giving me too much compliment," said Izuku as he was scratching his stomach. "According to Kacchan, I couldn't attract a woman even if I was dressed in dollar bills."
"And I wish you quit listening to Kacchan, dear," retorted Inko. "He wouldn't know beauty if it bit him on his ass." She whistled through her nose. "That is an arrow that even Cupid would spare."
"Wow, Mom! Language!"
"Seriously! Kacchan does these things to hurt. If anything, you are twice as better than him."
"Mom, you are just saying that because I am your son."
"No! I am saying this because you are my son," she said adamantly. "If you weren't my son…" She became flustered. It was already enough that they were within arm's reach. "Sorry, baby! I just don't like it when people think ugly about my child."
He placed his hand gently around his mother's arm. "I thank you, Mom. That made me feel a little better." He crossed his legs. He took another spoonful of ice cream before giving it back to his mother. "Besides, if there was a girl there, none of which were my caliber."
"You don't say," questioned Inko.
"Yeah," he answered.
The million dollar question.
"Icchan? Is there a girl that you like at school?"
His lips quivered. Inko watched his toes curled and his body became tense. She could already sense that he was trying to produce a lie. It was evident when seeing his legs crossed. A budding bump appeared from his groin.
He took a mouthful of breaths as he was pondering on his answer. "Well. I can say that I've found girls at my school cute. Girls like Hatsume, Yaoyorozu, Uraraka, or Kendou. However, there hasn't been an appeal to ask them out."
She blew a raspberry. "C'mon, Icchan! You can't say that there hasn't been one girl that left you a letter in your locker or in your desk. I am surprised that there isn't a plaque on a wall next to the cherry blossom tree saying, 'confess your love here!'"
He chuckled, which made Inko feel the vibrations of his body. "Sure! And posters that have hearts, X's and O's, and share it on social media." He had his hand on his chest, feeling the irregular heartbeats, especially when smelling the faint scent of honeydew from his mother. The lingering ice cream from her breath, a milky scent, making him recall the tales of tasting his mother's milk during his infancy.
Inko flicked his nose. "So, my little Pinocchio. Not one damsel tried to take my son's hand?"
"What if I say that the reason why I don't pursue girls there is because I don't like girls my age?"
The million dollar answer.
Izuku turned his head toward his mother. Inko felt his breath hitting her stomach. "Really, Icchan?"
"Mmm, mmm," retorted Izuku. "Mom, can I tell you something."
"Sure, baby!"
Inko could see his face tightening, cause a bit of discoloration onto his soft skin. He had beautiful skin, thought Inko. He turned away as he balled his fist. "Before I say this, would you promise me that you won't feel weird about it?"
Inko had to play coy. The thoughts of their forbidden show were lingering in her mind. Her watching him and him watching her. She produced her warm, motherly smile. She used her hand to rub through his hair. "Izuku. No matter what you might say, it doesn't change anything about us. You're my precious treasure. Believe that, baby!"
His eyes squinted. Inko was only waiting for the words. She was leaning forward with anticipation. The excitement was apparent as she could feel her vagina quivering, it too was recognizing the desire of the forbidden kind.
"Are you sure," questioned the nervous Izuku.
She gripped his hair tightly, sending shocks toward his groin. "Cross my heart, sweetheart."
Izuku tucked his eyes. He was murmuring something that Inko thought was incomprehensible. Nevertheless, the inevitable was nigh.
"Mom, a few weeks ago, I came home from school and I…" He paused. His nervousness was growing.
"Baby, it's okay. This area is a judgement-free area."
"Okay!" Izuku decided to try again. "I saw you play with yourself."
He watched me?! She could now pinpoint the origin of Izuku's curiosity of his forbidden desire.
"It was weird. I couldn't think anything of it at first," said Izuku. "But, your face appeared naughty. As if you enjoyed pleasuring yourself." He put his hand on her stomach. "Mom, I saw you using my boxers as aid."
Inko was flustered, having to recall the events that have changed the course of their relationship.
"Since that day, Mom, my thoughts have been filled with you." His face was showing guilt. "It feels wrong. It is wrong. But, I have watched you play with yourself. I have used your panties to relieve myself." It looked as though he wanted to cry. It looked similar to times when he got in trouble for misbehaving or breaking an irreplaceable item.
Inko took her son's hand, rubbing it gently. She held him tightly, wanting to provide him with much comfort as possible.
"I've felt bad about this. You are the reason why I can't see girls the same way," said Izuku. "Your scent, your aura, that maternal feeling. I can't see that in girls at my school. I don't like girls. I prefer a woman." He pursed his lip. "But, that is something that is wrong and forbidden. But, I need to get this off my chest, Mom. It has been eating me up inside and that was part of the reason why I really didn't want to stay at the party."
Inko's breath was laboring. Was this a confession, thought Inko. She always knew Izuku could be disorganized with his thoughts. However, she couldn't be so sure. She needed to press on.
"Icchan! Thank you for your honesty. And don't feel ashamed to feel this way," said Inko.
"Then, why do I feel ashamed," questioned Izuku. "I feel like a pervert."
"No, you're not a pervert," retorted Inko. "In some cultures, it's natural for a son's first crush to be with their mother." She gripped him tightly, using her hand to rub his arm and her free hand to stroke his hair. "After all, a mother's bond with their son is special and always comes first."
She continued stroking his hair gently. Wrapping it around her hair and rubbing his arm in a sensual matter. It began stirring his erection in his pants. "Mom?"
"Shh!" She placed her finger to his lip, rubbing it affectionately. "It's my turn to talk, baby." She was feeling the arousal, the hunger that yearned for her son. "I am happy that you admit your feelings to me. And don't worry! The feelings are mutual."
"Mom?" She cut him off again.
"Didn't I always tell you to listen to my orders, Icchan?" Izuku was so focused on his mother's face that he didn't notice that her hand moved away from his arm to his groin. "Mom," he yelped.
"Shh!" She said once again. It was more so out of fear if he were to have buyer's remorse. "It's okay to have these feelings. After all, I, too, was aware of you peeping, you little mouse!" She rubbed gently. The idea of his cock throbbing against his pants excited her. It made her feel like a woman again. "I am so happy that you could look at me as a woman. It's only natural for two people to feel like this."
She loved his flustered face, wanting to resist, but couldn't. She continued stroking his cock until she decided to undo his zipper.
He gasped when feeling his dick being released into the air. Inko wanted to gasp. How thick did it grow up without her noticing. Of course she had seen it, but not this up close. She was tickled. "Did you get this hard for Mommy, Icchan?" She blew onto his face. "My sweet, precious treasure. Would you like Mommy to go further?"
Her mannerisms, her demeanor, changed in a blink of an eye. Izuku was staring at a mother that lowered her inhibitions. Feeling her stroking his cheek and feeling his dick yearning for a mother's touch, he nodded his approval.
"Just relax and let Mommy do her job." Inko stroked his shaft, gripping and rotating her hands to create sensitivity. She knew how quickly he spurts, but wanted to take her time. The longer the wait, the thicker the seed.
"Don't resist, baby! The pleasure is among us. Don't fight it," she said to him as he was squirming. As if he reverted back to his childlike state, he covered his eyes as he was allowing his mother to play with his throbbing cock.
Fluids of precum leaked from his dick. She used it as lubricant to stroke his shaft. Fluid continuously flowed from his dick that it was covering the mother's hand. "You don't have to say a word. Your Small Might is definitely speaking for himself."
"Mom," he cried. However, she used her hand to cover his mouth.
"Shh! Hush! Silence! Just let the feelings rise up! Just allow the good tingling sensation ride through your body," she said as she continued stroking him. "Want me, baby! Allowing my hand to serve you as the pussy that you will be returning soon."
Izuku was stunned. This was the woman that made his bento box lunches. The woman that designed his costume for school. The woman that watched him grow up and the same woman that was giving him his first handjob.
A groan was rattling from his throat as he felt his balls becoming heavier. He knew it wasn't long before he released. As if she could read his mind, she sped up the process.
"You're cumming? Cum for me, Icchan! Cum for your mother, baby," said Inko seductively. "Let it out! Let out the pent up stress! Don't resist, baby! Cum for me! Cum! Cum! Cum!"
Izuku's eyes rolled back as he spurted out his semen. Streams of milky fluid sprayed throughout his mother's hand and on his clothing.
"Yes, my dear Icchan! Let out your precious seed!" Inko was in a state of bliss. Finally to release the forbidden feelings and to learn that her precious Icchan felt the same. In the ebb and flow, Izuku's body became heavier. Inko didn't care about the weight. It made her think of the day of his birth, cradling, doting, and loving on her beloved.
"You did good, Icchan," she said. "Mommy is happy about this! Did you feel good?"
"I did," he answered meekly.
"I'm glad," she said. She looked at her semen-covered hand. Izuku watched as she ingested his spunk. She was thorough, wanting nothing more than the taste of a young's seed.
"Let's get you out of these clothes and get ready for bed," she said to Izuku. "And tonight, you will be sleeping with me."
To be continued….
BD: Inko let out a lot of her inhibitions. Felt she was more into it than Izuku.
GOTA: A bit of gentle femdom, but the feelings are mutual. At least there is a part three to this. Here comes on concluding old stories that have been on hiatus.
BD: True, true! We have been focusing on the team Greenshade movement. We are still looking for artists that can draw Izuku (MHA) x Blake (RWBY).
GOTA: We will soon, babe! Stay tuned for more works from 'Izuku's Mothers' soon!
