Izuku wondered how long this was going to take. His father watched with pride, camera focused and all, as his wife was turning their son into a man.
"Icchan's being coy." Hisashi responded with a cheeky grin. "I get it, son! You're just testing our resolve."
Inko was unresponsive at the moment. The shifting and grinding her ass like a piston against her son's sturdy cock was directing all of her attention. Her squeezing anus, her wet intestinal walls, and above all else, her body temperature was coveting his cock. No matter how much he hated this, his dick failed to comply — being completely entranced as he penetrated his mother.
The focus mount on the camera was in great position — Izuku looked like he was in pain and yet his wife was so caught up in that moment that she couldn't do anything about it. In Hisashi's eyes, their son was heartbroken. He was still entrapped by that wretched cunt's web. Speaking of wretched cunt, it wouldn't be long when social media flooded his son's timeline of that unfortunate incident with that poor, worthless bitch.
If she crossed over to the depths of hell, they would send a benevolence card. Their precious treasure was 16 years old. He and Ochako dated for about two months. Katsuki penetrated and decimated their precious son's precious time within those two months. About 160 yen would help. A penny for their thoughts — wishing that bitch would ever torment a precious soul such as their cinnamon roll ever again.
"Mommy, it's so hot and tight!" Izuku cried out.
"Oh! I am so glad that you could lose your virginity to me, Icchan!" Words of desperation and plead went unheard. He wanted this. In his heart he did. In the biblical textbooks and even Greco-Roman history, incest was a way to prepare their children for battle. It was a way to keep pureness and it reinforces preparation for their future spouses. Icchan needed to be strong. As a mother who was devoted to the philosophy, proper preparation prevents poor performance, she and Hisashi did what they had to do to prepare for his future bride.
Every time Inko thrusted in and out, she could hear his faint moans. The delicacy of his cries masked by her tight squeezing of her ass. God, she couldn't wait until she saw the footage afterwards — keepsakes for themselves and as well as Izuku's arranged bride.
Hisashi waved his hands to his wife. "How he is, sweetness?"
Lost in the hip thrusts, the delayed response finally penetrated her brain. She looked at her husband before lightening her strokes. "Good Dio." She said in between moans. "He makes me feel like a brand new virgin."
She resumed bouncing up and down. Each thrust, his moans heightened. Hisashi saw his son's head tilting back, hearing his son's moaning. It sounded like a skittish kitten. "So cute!"
"That level of skill will do nothing for his bride, I am afraid," she said to her husband.
"I've heard. Their last breeding bull didn't do so well."
"I will provide Icchan with some books to read the next time I make a trip to the bookstore." She tried controlling her moans. Although caught in the pleasure, she still wanted to be respectful to her husband. "It is important as a mother to have periodical checks, so if he and his bride are having troubles, then we will work together."
"Our wayward son." Hisashi touched his cheek.
"I will just have to claim my pleasure for myself this time." Inko grabbed both her knees as she jerked her hips in a rapid succession. The gurgling sounds rattling from their son's throat serenaded with her rhythmic movements as she hissed and grounded his dick like she was crushing pepper.
His pained voice only increased her lust. That alone even made his father have indescribable, confused feelings about the situation. However, he negated those thoughts. As her pleasure reached her peak, she knew that a climax was inevitable.
"M-M-M-M…" The words to cry out his mother's name couldn't come from his dry and chapped lips. His tongue hung from his mouth like a lapping dog begging for bones.
"Give in, Icchan. Cry out to Mommy and Daddy. It's okay to feel this way — we're gonna make sure we investigate all of your most sensitive areas."
"Eat him up, Mama Bear." Hisashi said, couldn't stop smiling.
Izuku's mind was nothing more than a dense fog — lost and trapped in the middle of nowhere. This was wrong. This wasn't right. A mother shouldn't be doing this to their own son. And a father shouldn't be encouraging this, let alone film this.
His wayward, troubled mind had to go into autopilot as the pleasure grew into a crescendo. The tingling sensation from his groin wavered through his body, knowing the inevitable climax was steadily approaching.
The momentum was building — she was moving faster and faster, breathing harder and harder. Then, she leaned back and was shoving herself against his cock in long, determined streaks.
Woes and timidity were subjugated into fear and pleasure as his breath labored. She extended her hands backward and caressed his cheeks.
"My precious baby boy," she whispered before locking lips with her son.
Flashes of light coincided as he swapped spit with his own mother. She thrust her tongue inside his mouth, making their tongues entangle and making him swallow her words, her thoughts, their actions.
His hips were getting sore, rightfully so as this was his first time. Admittedly, Izuku felt Ochako's breasts through her shirt and one time, he used his hands to grab her butt. Just the thought of deflowering his former girlfriend made him shake like a leaf.
Before they could go further, he would often cream his boxers and soil his sheets, further adding to the embarrassment of his failure to launch.
At that moment, he was feeling like a loser. No wonder Ochako broke up with him.
She broke the kiss, creating a trail of saliva between the two.
Izuku was making his own noises, panting and strained moans. Then the tightening came, and his thrusts lost their rhythm. "I feel... funny... Mom..."
"Just don't stop," she panted.
"Feel from it, son. Let us hear your cries." Hisashi insisted in an encouraging manner.
"Ah, Mooommmmmyyyyy!" Izuku screamed as his cock unwillingly released multiple loads of cum straight into her asspussy, coating the insides of her ass with his semen. Inko smirked triumphantly.
"Hyaa! S…so hot!" she said through her gasps for breath.
It was an overwhelming, almost blinding sensation. Like he was being condensed and then expanded in rapid succession— at the same time, he felt he was being dipped in used cooking oil.
Inko pulled his dick with her hand from her asspussy. He unwillingly watched his spunk spilling out. His weak voice, whimpering like a puppy weaned too soon from an angry mother. The cries reminded her of their first encounter when he entered the world.
He sat there exhausted. Rivulets of sweat cascaded down his body. His dick continued throbbing and profusely letting out cum.
Inko staggered to Hisashi as if she was drunk. She was welcomed in open arms by the love of her life. He pressed himself against the sweaty, naked flesh. She buried herself into his bosom and clutched onto him.
He grabbed her chin, rubbing it affectionately. "Was it to your liking?"
Inko smiled. She felt his hand rubbing through her hair. "Baby…please from now on, show me you." She turned to their son. "And for our son. Thank you for helping him."
"Only for the best. For his happiness!"
The sound of the doorbell rang, announcing to Hisashi and Inko that Izuku's guest had arrived.
"They are early," said Hisashi.
"I'll get the door," said Inko.
Hisashi and Inko left the room and made their way to the living room. As a precaution, Inko pressed the button on the intercom. "Yes?"
"It's BK and BG."
"You guys are early."
"We took an earlier flight."
"Is BB with you?"
"Well, of course. Is Icchan ready?"
"He's primed and prepped if you care to have a demonstration."
The man behind the intercom chuckled. "No need. We trust you. After all, he is our future son-in-law."
A few moments later….
Izuku's breath was ragged. He had committed an unforgivable sin — having sex with his mother. No matter the circumstances prevented the fact that he was recently drugged, gagged, and raped by his mother. His father served no help as he, too, recorded and encouraged this act.
'Every generation is a Midoriya that has a tendency of being obsessive and possessive, actively seeking a loved one until they don't have any choice to submit.'
'When I was your age, my love for women was a bit obsessive. Following them, chasing them, showing my love through gifts and then some. Others accepted, others, well, didn't have any choice unless they wanted to be buried under my garden.'
'Typically, it carries from parent-to-child. Unfortunately, there was a cancellation of that trait.'
'Well, your mother and I are what you called yanderes.'
"Y-y-y-yanderes?" Inside his head, dullied from the revelation and ordeal, felt nothing but frightening premonition. 'A shame that our nature cancelled out his future as an "S." However, as an "M," he would perform famously.'
"Wakey, wakey, wakey!"
Izuku jerked his head towards the door and saw his parents — along with two figures that he didn't recognize. A tall, muscular man with black hair, a beard and yellow eyes appeared in Hisashi's line of sight. Trailing beside the muscular man was a woman shorter than the man. She had short black hair and yellow eyes.
The muscular man cracked a smile. "Good evening, Izuku. Well…actually, good evening, son."
He was bewildered, shocked to see what was happening before him.
"Excuse our son," said Hisashi. "Izuku is quite shy with strangers."
The shorter brunette giggled, nodding in understanding. "Same with our daughter." She bowed to Izuku. "Good evening. You can now look at me as your mother." She grabbed the man, presumably her husband. "And he is now your father. I hope we can get along."
What in the hell was this dilemma he got himself into. Was this serious? Was this a cruel and twisted joke sent by God? Was he going to wake up in the morning and realize this was an elongated wet dream?
Then, behind the group, he heard a rattling sound.
"Izuku, we have our present for you. Your bride!" Inko gleefully stated to her pride and joy as she rushed to the door. "Before you say anything, don't judge. You can say our upbringing in child-rearing is quite pragmatic in different ways."
Inko returned and was pushing a large cage. His eyes were widened as saucers upon seeing what was in front of him.
It was a girl lying on the floor of the cage. She was naked. She was also bound and gagged, mouth, feet, and arms. Izuku saw a vibrator sticking out from her butt.
Around her neck was a black diamond-studded collar with a badge that gave her her name.
"Oh, joy," sprouted the short-haired brunette. "This is a wondrous moment." She turned to her husband and the couple hosting this. "Our witnessing our first moments between son and daughter — husband and wife."
Izuku was confused. This was too much to handle and to take. A strong sensation clogged his mind as he dropped his head — and passed out.
To be continued….