Disclaimer: This story includes many sexual interactions, encounters, and variations. Some of the content that is will be, or has been written is rated X. The content which some audiences will find disturbing or discomforting. Please read at your own desire...
Taking a sip out of the morning drew coffee, she glances outside the window. It was an odd sensation, to have feelings for your child that surpassed familial love. She didn't know how long as this sensation been around but for as long as she remembered, she always pushed it down whenever she was around her boy.
That day...she feared her for her son, who recklessly saved his best friend. She tried to scold him but she never was really good at it. Seeing his intentions mixed with that kind smile. Inko was never truly a good parent in that regard. Maybe she should have pushed harder, be more stricter with Izuku, or at the very least scold him more during his childhood but alas, she could never find anything wrong with her sweet son.
It was afternoon when she took his virginity, oh how she took it. It makes her mind fuzzy and heart hot just remembering that afternoon in the park.
The kiss was hot, her hands planted on his chest. He had been working out a lot and was an active kid throughout the years. With a slippery taste of some school bread and juice on his tongue. Mother she was, a woman she is, a lover she will.
Inko felt her sons arms on her waist. Accepting and loving. It was endearing and enticing at the same time. She hasn't felt touched like so in many years. Oh, how she regretted putting her desires aside for the sake of maintaining the family. If Izuku was gonna be this open to it, she would never have bothered repressing the cardinal desire to lay with her baby-boy.
Love was in their hearts but overshadowed by the lust in their tongues, wanting to see more of each other. Izuku broke the kiss before planting love bites on her neck. His hands stroking her back sensually wanting to make her feel harmonious with his being.
"Ah...Izuku." Her soft moans escaped her breathless mouth. She then leaned back taking off her light-yellow sweater revealing a plain white bra, not those lacy or even the sexy ones. Undoing her clip, she held her loose bra as Izuku trails kisses down from her pretty neck to her stunning breast.
"Mom..." Izuku felt his urge rising. He wanted to ravage her, but even with the warmth she was blending into his, he still needed to be considerate. Glancing an eye at hers. The mother nodded. She let go of the undone bra onto the bench beside them. Her breasts were big, enough to fill his hands completely. Perky and round, it was beautiful. Cupping one breast and rubbing his thumb on her nipple, she breathes slowly in pleasure as Izuku plants short kisses on both breasts.
Inko leaned forward and wrapped her arms around her son's head, bringing her chest closer to his face.
The breastfeeding was almost going strong for another minute. With each passing few seconds, Inko's pleasure-filled gasps turn into ecstasy screams. Izuku wondered if anyone heard her but didn't have the right frame of mind to care. The siren song was just above his head, and each passing moment made him entrance towards it, giving in to what his body told him: Be One With Her.
Breaking away, Izuku was breathless now. Seeing the chance to be the one to please him. Getting off of his lap, she went down on her knees and unbuckled his school uniform pants. Revealing green boxers, he loved green as did she, so when taking those off and being met with green pubic hairs around his manhood made her soaked her own panties.
Izuku witnessed as his partner-in-crime getting sucked off by a pair of sweet lips. The motion of her bobbing her head up and down made him feel the honey-sweet sensation of her mouth and the tongue was only adding to the amazement.
"Mom! I am close..." He couldn't finish his sentence as he pressed his hands on her hair and pushes her down on him. A warm sensation erupted.
"Ah!" Izuku moaned loudly before leaning back against the bench, his mind was experiencing Post-Nut Syndrome. The clouds parted, the mind was starting to clear once again, and regaining his senses.
Looking down at the beautiful, sexy, and very stunning woman that is his mother. Izuku moved a strand of hair blocking her face. The white pale face with a rod in her mouth as drool and semen trail down. She looked up at him, giving one last slurp of his member before swallowing his essence before his eyes. Izuku was aroused, in-love, and ready to give this woman the world if she so wanted it. But he knew her, his own mother, while she had to be alive longer than he was, it doesn't take that long to get to know a person in and out.
He was her world and she was his galaxy. At that moment, it didn't matter if she was his mother or someone older than him. She was the woman of his dreams. Someone that stood by him and vice versa. Through the worst and through the best of the years. Izuku leaned forward and picked up his mother in an embrace before giving a kiss that was not only a second kiss as a lover but one to remember.
Inko felt her face flush at the thoughts of that day. It's been months now since then and their relationship has evolved into something more meaningful.
Looking back on it, their days consisted of Izuku going to school, him going to the beach to workout, then coming home to eat dinner and be welcomed by a woman in love, and after school work or having him work out with her, they spend the night in their room as lovers.
Just the other night, two weeks back, she showed him her pink rose and how to pluck it right!
Izuku stared with such a loving gaze at his mother's embarrassed face as she spread her legs for him. Her mouth was covered by one hand while the other used two fingers to open her love cave.
"Izuku...do mommy a favor okay? Can you eat me?" As smooth as she said this, it didn't rid her of the hot disheveled sensation in her chest. She had concerns, was Izuku the type of guy to not go down on a woman? She went down on him many times to be rid of this question, but now the moment of truth arises.
"Sure mom...just keep talking to me, tell me what makes you feel good and what doesn't." Izuku smiled, naked as was she. Both hadn't showered to the smell of their scents was strong on a surprisingly hot weather's day. Izuku got on all fours and leaned to those pink folds. A single whiff of that made him borderline mad, he was about pounce on her like a wolf on a rabbit. But her request was keeping him in check, telling him that he needs to return the great gestures she has given him.
"Oh! Izuku!" Inko didn't expect to stick his tongue in so suddenly. He was usually sensual but now her walls were captivating him, trapping him in a dark place full of desires. Izuku grabs her thighs to hold her as he sticks and licks his tongue in a fast and rough motion. He was inexperienced.
"Ah...yes honey. Eat me, Eat this pussy. It's for you only you!" She screamed the last two words as Izuku slowed down his motions considerably but maintain the rough passion. Izuku tasted it, it was sweet, no...sweeter than her mouth. The wetness that she was willing to give him. He needed to appreciate his meal, it was basic table manners. Swirling slowly around her walls. She howled in desperation.
Inko removed her hands and held her son's head, stroking the curly locks that were soaked in sweat. Sitting up, she hunches over to look at her boy eating her with a hunger that she longed for a long time. His eyes glinted up at her. She smiled a lewd smile, nodding as Izuku kept repeating the steps to pleasure his mother.
Clenching his hair, the climax was coming. She couldn't hold it in, her walls contracting as well. Izuku felt it coming, literally.
"AH! Oh...my god." Inko clenched his hair so hard that Izuku thought his scalp would bleed by her nails. Retracting his tongue and meeting her level, the two shared a kiss, one with the everlasting taste of her own essence in his mouth. The two fall down with Izuku on top, stroking her breast while tongue-dominating his pleasured mother. Mission Accomplish he would think to himself.
Inko put the used mug in the sink, rinsing and washing it before drying it off. Setting the mug aside, Inko went to her bedroom and changed into her day clothes. With a standing mirror angled next to the small closet in her room. She took off her with nightgown to see her self-naked. Looking at her reflection, she thought back to her figure when she and Izuku's relationship blossomed. She had traces of fat on her, mostly around her stomach but some developing into her hips. Truthfully, she was bothered by it, not sure how to go about removing the unattractive add-ons on her body. That is until her son told her that she was beautiful as she is. It tugs her heart a bit, knowing she was seen beneath the physical aspects. Even if it was her son, the only one to see her for her.
Stroking her body, starting from her high-thighs to her butt, she remembered how Izuku came to her, asking her to workout with him if she didn't like her features. While she hadn't worked out since middle-school and high-school, being part of the Muay-Thai boxing team. She definitely accepted the gesture.
It wasn't unknown to her that Izuku was an active kid. Ever since she found out he was diagnosed with no quirk, endless worry swallowed her. Every day for a month, Izuku would come home from the ferocious beatings, some of which she thought would leave long-lasting scars.
It was during that time, she picked up her old ways and taught Izuku some moves, at least the defense portion of it. But suddenly, his quirk manifested out of nowhere, one day at home. Whilst waiting for his food to cool down son, she had to make it hot that day, Izuku attracted the rice form the rice cooker to him, burning his skin but not badly. While it was a mess to clean up that day, she was happy her son wouldn't feel so defenseless.
Moving her hands up to her stomach, once fat would be prominent in that area, now a toned adnominal. She remembered the nine months of carrying Izuku within her. While she didn't remember the father, what he looked like or his name, she didn't regret carrying a child within her. As now she wouldn't be so lonely anymore.
After her parent's death in a car accident some years before the conception. She felt hallow but as the birth drew closer, her whole was starting to be filled by someone new in her life. That day, as Izuku gave out his first cry, it was joy, happiness, and pride in one moment to forever remember.
Finally, her hands cup both breasts before she crosses her arms underneath them. She had such a nostalgic feeling. Remembering how the once infant son had been breastfed by her over a decade an half ago. Narrowing her eyes at her self, she remembered how Izuku would come back to her breast, biting, sucking, and kissing.
Her vision came back, looking at her overall figure, she remembered the scars on her body from her days on the team in high-school and middle-school. Being on a combative team does that. Yet, looking at her figure, the scars that were prominent months before were gone. Vanished with no trace of ever existing in the first place, was she hallucinating? Tired? Or just not looking hard enough.
Shaking her head, she looked again. Her eyes didn't have the bags of the stressful workdays. Her fingers don't cramp at all when working on the computer. Inko realized that she did look younger, youthful. Like she was back in the body of her early twenties prior to Izuku coming in.
*pang*
Snapping out her thoughts, she turns to face the phone glowing with a notification. Walking over to it, she saw a text...
Izuku: mom, imma be a little late, almost done cleaning the beach.
Inko: sure hon, just be safe out there. Do you want me to wait for you? Or do you want me to set it on the table for you?
Izuku: Shouldn't be too long. Can you wait for me?
Inko: yes I can wait. You don't have to ask baby. Just be careful on the way home. Villain incidents have been showing up more lately.
Izuku: will do. Thx and love you
Inko: love you more, see you when you get here.
Inko put down her phone. She sighed at how sweet her son was with her. He is the best son anyone could ask for.
But never mind that...she went to get dressed and carry on with her day. Sporting a blue long sleeve shirt and her usual length skirt. Not caring to put on a bra or some panties.
As a designer assistant, she would often get emails from the company to send the clothes design to the tailor. Her boss, Masura Bakugo, was an understanding man. He didn't mind having Inko work at home to take care of the home life while earning money. It's friends like that you oughta keep so when the going gets tough, you have allies to back you up.
For the rest of the day, until the late afternoon, she did her business. A couple of emails there, looking over designs and sending size inputs and suggesting possible price ranges. But by the time dinner came around.
She waited for Izuku, looking out the kitchen window. Waiting for his figure to walk past and to the front door. Turning away for a bit, checking the time, it was ten minutes later than usual which wasn't surprising due to his earlier notice. Inko sat down and calmly read the news articles online about how Takoba Municipal Beach Park is cleaned up and ready for visitors.
She was really proud of her son...
*Thud*
A low rumble followed the loud thug outside the door. Inko hesitantly got up, expecting a villain to have picked this place to ransack. She cautiously got up to meet the front door. Ready to fight back and dash away from whoever tried to break in. That is until...
*click*
The lock was unlocked by a key. Sunset light breached into the room as the person entering was someone she knows very well.
"I'm home!"
"Welcome back Izuku...what happened?" Her welcomed gesture was stopped short by the sight of his attire. It was torn in many places. His pant legs were stretched and ripped which was barely holding on to his waist while his shirt was torn, only clinging onto his shoulders and back.
Izuku gave a reassuring smile. "It's just my quirk, I discovered something new today."
"Oh...just your quirk?" Inko walked forward checking him if he had any injuries he wasn't aware or not telling her about. Meeting his eyes again, she smiled, happy her Izuku wasn't in any harm.
"So...what's for dinner?"
"Your favorite."
"Katsudon."
Inko smiles, grasping Izuku's hand and leading him to the dining table. The pair ate in some silence but they enjoyed the company. After a few hours of Izuku doing some homework and helping his mother exercise. The pair got between the sheets. Still in their night attire.
"Hey, Izuku?" Inko turns to the teen, who had his eyes looking at the ceiling.
"Yea mom?"
"Do you love me?" Inko turns her body to face Izuku.
"Of course I love you. I don't say it for nothing." Izuku turned to face her.
"That's not what I mean. Do you love me as a woman? Not as a mother or caretaker."
"Mom, I love you. You are everything I could ever dream of having. I didn't have to look far and long to meet my dream girl."
Izuku meant it. Every word of it. The world seemed to be fading away, it was just them together in bed. Her white nightgown and him with his tank top and sweat pants. They couldn't say any more words, both finally ready to cross that line.
Sharing a kiss, not the tongue battle kind or love bite edition. Just a simple kiss between two lovers, a man, and a woman. Izuku brought Inko close to him. Having her snuggling against his chest. He stroked her hip before giving her ass a firm grasp. Inko breaths happily as she trails her hands down on Izuku's member. Tugging so lightly on his sweat pants so the message was sent.
Removing his pants while Inko removed her nightgown. Izuku was on top of her. Positioning himself right in front of her womanhood. Inko reaches out to grab the shirt to which Izuku immediately threw off.
Grabbing hold of his member, Izuku rubbed it against her folds. The wet sensation was already there. One last look at the lovers before they crossed the line lasted forever. Eternity was broken when Inko felt her walls separated by his manhood.
Izuku was given full permission to do however he wishes, although due this being his first time, unfortunately, he was not that experienced yet. Going with the motions and trying to please his mother like always. Izuku moves both hands on her breast, taking turns to suck and kiss. Inko moaned, not saying a word, there was no need. He was understanding her more and more as he kept thrusting inside of her.
Even with the lack of foreplay beforehand and no words to get each other more into the love-making. Man and women were merely content with the fact that they were together.
As Izuku kept thrusting in, he felt himself outta sync. It wasn't like eating the pussy or getting a blow job. All of those nights prior to now didn't help him prepare for this. So while his hands and lips were giving a slow pleasure towards his girl, his thrust was doing the opposite, something that he didn't like.
Inko felt his ever-growing frustration at his performance and cupped his cheek, caressing it. Izuku stopped his kisses to look at the woman below him.
"It's okay." Such soft words, understanding words. She sympathized with Izuku, she was an inexperienced partner at some point in her life. So seeing her son desperately tries to please her was more than enough to let him go this one time.
Izuku nodded at her, accepting himself at the moment before he started picking up the pace. His gasp breaths and her low moans were now becoming something amazing.
It was like a sensual song of ecstasy-driven howls. Like two animals mating without a care for the world. Speaking off...
Inko was probably the first one to see/feel/hear it between the two of them. How their sweat landed on the bedsheets giving soaked feeling. It was like grass. Looking away for a breath sec, she saw it, in her thoughts she thought it was her mind playing tricks on her. The bed was gone, the two of them making love on wet grass. It confused her but she didn't have time to really think. Turning to her son, he was different.
Not different bad but different good. His eyes glowed a bright green, a dark green hue or aura was forming around him and soon mixing with her aura as well. Wait she had one too? Reaching up to grasp Izuku's sweaty and tense shoulders, a light green aura formed around her arms. Looking down at his member, she saw her hips in her peripheral vision had the same symptoms.
Inko, felt herself let go as her climax was coming. The last few strong thrusts with Izuku were slow and purposeful, he finally got used to it, but he was climaxing as well.
"Ah!" Both moaned together. Inko's eyes widen at the climax with her walls tightening around Izuku and his member thickened before exploding inside her. Eternal warmth, lukewarm bliss, and sensual heat.
In that split moment, she saw the illusion that she wishes it wasn't. Her laying on the wet grass with Izuku on top, the lush forest surrounding them in a small clearing, clouds parting to have the morning sunshine down upon them, and finally Izuku, half-lid vision and his sweat glistening off of the sun with hers as well.
Both in their very own Eden. Were no one to bother them. Stop them. Separate them...
Izuku however, saw the aura around his mother's body at this point. Her eyes glowed a bright green. While he felt the initial bliss, and it was amazing, something else hit him...
A wave of emotions suppressed insecurities, trauma, and loneliness. These were Inko's old wounds before he came into the picture. But even when he was around, while her world was brighter, there was still a looming shadow.
But now, he felt something, within that second, he felt her finally opening. Her world was brighter than ever the shadow was gone. A shadow that held the scars of her past and pains of the present and anxiety for the future. It was eradicated by something or more so someone.
Izuku.
It was himself at that moment. He felt that he brighten her world everlastingly. She had no longer held pain. Only pleasure.
As the Eden around them was blinked away. Inko closes her eyes to catch her breath and savor this moment. That is until she felt something wet drop on her cheek. Blinking and adjusting to the darkness, Izuku's eyes glowed as tears flowed down his face and onto her's.
Before Inko could ask what's wrong? Izuku leaned down and kissed her passionately.
"I love you so fucking much Inko." He said it, a bit vulgar, but it was there. While Izuku knew it was the influence of his quirk, that had to be it, his feelings were real and genuine. Inko felt her chest tightened, hearing her man talked to her as if she was know being seeing on the same level. It truly touched her.
The two shared a final kiss before Izuku removed himself and laid next to her. Inko turned over and rested on his chest. Being emotionally drained from the experience, Izuku was knocked out immediately as Inko giggled, thinking it was just because of the first-time. Pulling the sheets to cover them both. Inko whispered to Izuku.
"Goodnight Izuku."
Sometime later on...
A teen waited on edge of a fountain. Wearing some jeans and a blue t-shirt with a black vest. Around his shoulder was a camera bag. Earlier he was taking photos of the fountain the birds doing their thing.
Looking over the photos in the album for today. It was a long day ahead.
"Sorry for the wait!" He heard a voice that was heaven in his ears. Looking towards a woman jogging to him.
"I wasn't waiting long, I just got here." He said, getting up and putting away the camera in its bag.
"C'mon don't lie Izuku, I know I was running half-an-hour late, I even texted you but you didn't respond."
"Heh...sorry about that Inko, but what matters is that we are here right?"
Inko's facial expressions soften. Nodding in agreement.
Izuku and Inko walked towards each other. Wrapping their arms around each other, Inko around Izuku's neck and Izuku around Inko's waist. Both staring each other's eyes lovingly before pressing lips innocently. They stayed like that for a while before breaking apart but not their hands.
"Let's go." Izuku led, still holding onto Inko's hand.
"Yea!" Inko agreed happily.
The pair left the fountain, visiting the countryside. It was the beginning of summer. With time off for both individuals, they intend to enjoy it to the fullest.