Hey, guys! This is GOTA, here, with our latest installment of 'Precious Treasure.'! It has been a while since we have written anything from this series. You can say that this chapter is an attempt to return to the series.

It wasn't even a second when they entered Inko's bedroom, she grabbed her son into a loving embrace. She clung to her neck with both arms, coiling her body onto him like a wife does to a husband. Her instincts were overriding. This wasn't her son, but a man. She wasn't his mother, but a woman.

"Icchan, baby?"

"Yes, Mom?"

She heard it in his voice - hesitation. Could she blame him? Not less than an hour ago, they were sitting in the living room enjoying a pleasant evening watching television. Only the Lord could have predicted the events unfolding the moment they enveloped their lips around each other.

"Don't be afraid, Icchan." She replied in assuring voice. "Mom will take care of this."

Lover's remorse wasn't an option. She wanted this. No, she deserved this! Was it wrong to have her needs met? If twenty years of marriage didn't demonstrate the undying loyalty that she had for this man, then she needed a better definition of the word itself. Inko had needs, needs that she lacked from her husband since he was overseas a lot. Patiently waiting neck and foot, beck and call as a dutiful wife to serve her husband. She cooked, clothed, provided, sated him in every way. Always putting herself second for him. Where was her reward? Where was her reprieve? Cooking and cleaning and fucking and taking care of Izuku shouldn't be the only thing in her job description as a wife.

Inko was a woman. A woman with needs. And tonight, she wasn't to demonstrate that by using her son as an example.

The rotund mother inserted her tongue into his mouth. She took hold of his chin, lightly squeezing it to allow further entry. He was a natural. He wasn't fighting it. His hands were on her hip, clinging to her hips. Natural instinct, like a child should whenever they needed something out of their mother.

Keeping their lips glued and their tongues wrapped, she then proceeded to take off his pants. Already unbuckled from giving him his first handjob, she dropped them to the floor along with his boxer shorts. She broke the kiss, leaving a trail of saliva between the two.

"Shall I take it off or do you?" Inko asked, in a half-attempt of being serious and seductive. She wasn't this flirty with his mentor whenever she made her visits to campus. It was without a doubt she was drawing him her attention. Why not? It was innocent. There is no harm in window shopping. It wouldn't surprise her if Hisashi had received a phone number or two from salarywomen at work or a handwritten number on a napkin at one of those pachinko parlors. She was playing the game. So, why feel guilty if everyone else could it without reprimanding?

Izuku didn't answer. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he pulled over his shirt, dropping it to the ground. He felt the warm air hitting him, contrasting with the sweat he produced over the last few minutes. Inko smiled at him. He was cut. A six-pack figure with a perfect v-cut. It was a contrast on her husband with his four-month pregnancy stomach. A contradiction with her weight gain. A personal choice.

A seductive gaze was drawn on the mother's face. She extended her hand to his chest and gently touched it. An involuntary moan came from his lips. He is sensitive there. Good to know! That prompt her to continue massaging it. His hot breath hit her cheeks while she continued massaging and mending his chest. Only this time, she used her other hand for his other chest. His moans were heavenly to her ears. His back was against the door, offering no resistance. One can say it was futility. Another can say he just didn't know what to do. The boy was inexperienced. What could he do?

Upping the ante, she kissed his left nipple. Using her tongue, she drew circular strokes around it. He jerked his head back, hitting the door. She tried not to laugh at the boy's misfortune. Honestly, it had only further her excitement. By instinct, his hips slowly thrusted. Inko felt his hard and sturdy cock waking up from his slumber. A good stroke with her delicate hands can make any dick request a reprieve.

She made a popping noise when came from his nipple. The bite marks and erection from his nipples indicated that he was liking it. She then grabbed his cock, cupping it underhand and began to massage it.

"Precum is oozing. Your son is being quite honest."

"..."

She was tickled pink. Using precum as lube, she slowly glided his dick to the shaft. Slow and tenderizing, making sure that every single moment counted. There was no rush. Hisashi wasn't going to be home anytime soon. No pesky, noisy neighbor. The mother-and-son had all night. Her reclaiming of her womanhood was now.

She pressed her lips on the nape of his neck, claiming what was rightfully hers! The emerald-haired teen dropped his head to the touch of his mouth biting into his neck. He was bombarded on both ends - top and bottom.

"Ooo…" He moaned out of his lips.

"No shame, baby! Let it out! Let me hear those lovely cries of yours!" Just to tiltilate him, she let out seductive moans. "Hmm~! Moan more for mommy! Ah, my baby boy. My sweet, sweet Icchan!"

Izuku felt his balls boiling to release another spunk of hot, piping cum onto his mother. This wasn't right. A mother and child shouldn't be doing this. He could stop this, walk away, and pretend this night never happened. Her tongue trailed from behind his ear to his shoulder blade. Bites and kisses! Her soft hands caressing and polishing his mighty sword like a maiden-servant preparing it for battle.

He bit into his lip. "Mom…" He managed to say. "Mom…Mom!" His body was jolting, spasing as he felt his balls making another withdrawal and depositing all over his mother's hand.

She didn't stop jerking him nor kissing his neck. He let out a tiny cry, whimpering as he soiled his mother's hand once again. Feeling heavy, he dropped to the floor. As he sat helplessly motionless, his dick continued spurting jet-like streams on the floor.

"Oh, baby! Look at the mess you made." Inko clicked her tongue, wagging her finger. "Didn't Mommy teach you better than that?"

His face was redder than a sweet potato on skillet. Shocked, mortified, and seeing that his cock remained sturdy, unsatisfied.

Inko wanted her son to see the mess he made. She raised her hand to let his cum trail to her wrist. It looked like sticky cobwebs. She emitted a smile and withdrew her tongue to clean up her son's mess. She had a seductive glare as she slurped and cleaned her fingers - one by one! She moaned at every digit, every nail, letting him know that she was blessed by his offering.

She concluded by making another popping noise. "Gochisosama deshita!"

She turned away from her son. She gave him a little dance, a striptease. She took off her clothing, exposing her body. Saved for her bra and panties, she swayed her hips, rocking it side to side, back-and-forth. Inko couldn't recall how long it has been since she did this for Hitoshi. Whenever the absentee husband returned home, it was straight to the point. Same routine: spread her legs, jams his dick into her, screams loud obscienties before creaming her pussy or face, and falls asleep. Nothing to demonstrate that he was even happy to be home or he was happy to be around his sex-starved wife.

"Icchan, honey~!" By this time, Inko was lying on the futon. She unsnapped her bra, playfully tossing it to him. Legs spread eagle, she stared at him while removing her panties. Upon removal, she twirled it around her finger. That, too, was tossed at him, landing on his lap. "Come to me!" She cooed, wagging her finger.

Those savory, sweet nothings penetrated his ears. The synapses of his brain ignited motion in his heart, in his soul, and in his now-hardened cock. On his hands and knees, he crawled from the door and into the futon where his mother awaiting his arrival. Raising the covers, she welcomed her son back into her bosom.

She lied on her back while he kept his stance being on top. He lowered his head when feeling the soft, cradling touch of his mother once more. "Do you know what you do to me, Icchan?" She whispered, blowing into his face. She eagerly wanted more of his cock. It throbbed with shear force, asking if not begging for a request of his hearty seed. He mounted his mother and sucked her nape. His right hand is pressed against her left breast and fondled it over and over again.

She panted but wanted, no desired more of her son's loving. As he kept kissing her neck and caressing her titties, she had her hand back on his mighty rod. Like a piston, he thrust his hand in a back and forth motion around her tight handpussy. Tiny cries came from his lips. Foreplay was over. No more handjobs, no more teasing. The finale was here and now.

Inko could have easily took his rod and penetrated her sheath. However, she knew the more denied, the more furiously ferocious he would become.

"Okay, sweetheart. That's enough." She urged him, trying her best not to climax. He pulled away, showcasing his doe eyes.

"Sorry, Mom!"

She stroked her cheek. "It's okay, sweetie!" She reached upward, kissing him on the lips. A tiny peck, enough to give him a feeling that he would not be ignored.

She raised her hips slightly. While not knowing what to say, he grabbed her knees, parting them away. Unsure if this was based out of instinct or things he had heard or collected, Inko could tell that Izuku was ready to consummate - the final deed!

"Mom? What about a condom?"

"It's a safe day. Don't worry!"

"Are you sure?"

"You don't trust your mother?"

"I didn't mean anything by it. I just wanted…."

The portly mother was touched. Always considerate, always gentle her little boy was. No, her man.

She held his cock in her hand, ascertaining his position carefully, she guided him while allocated his rod to waiting pussy. He advanced his waist slightly, and plunged half of his dick inside of her.

He squirmed. "Mom!"

"Don't fret! You're doing an excellent job. Keep going for me."

His mother's pussy was so warm, wet, and tight, and he tried to hold back a throaty moan, but was unable to. "Look at me. Look into my eyes," she told him. "I am here. Mama's got you!" Izuku pushed his waist a little more, feeling like he could go all the way inside smoothly and easily. Not carelessly putting it in, he carefully covered his mother.

"Tell me, baby, how does it feel to be inside a woman for the first time?" Inko asked. She held his head in her hands to make him to look up into her eyes as she gently rocked her hips. "How does it feel to give yourself to your mommy? Your first and your only?"

"It feels good," he answered her. She beamed down at him and stroked his cheeks tenderly. She surprised him by lowering her head to claim his lips in a demanding, possessive kiss. Her tongue invaded his mouth to dominate his own tongue, and she gave his bottom lip a not-to-gentle nip with her teeth.

Izuku lightly pushed his waist. The newfound sensation he was feeling was overwhelming to him that he was on the brink of cumming inside of his mother.

"There you go! Ooh~! Fuck your mommy! Fuck your mommy! Jam the womb where you're born from," she told her son. His mother clung to him with both arms, and kissed him intensely. They tongued each other's mouths passionately, exchanging saliva. Before he was even aware, his hips shook instinctively in a piston motion once again.

Then he felt the signs, signals from his body making him tense up. He gripped hard into her sweaty flesh and shoved as hard as he could, as he prepare to spurt his seed into her, groaning loudly.

"Mom," he said in a warning manner. "I'm…I'm gonna cum!"

"Come in me, baby! Come into your mommy!"

It turned into pleasure as he spurted all that he had as he made a deposit inside of her sacred bank. Wrapped like a spider, he was her prey as she didn't let him go. He spurted until the throbbing stopped. When they were finished, she released him. She had a smile of delight.

She took him by his cheek and they kissed before lying beside each other.

About an hour later…

It was a quarter after midnight as Inko turned off the water from the faucet after filling a glass. Holding onto her morning-after pills, she ingested the tablet followed by a drink of water. Silence resumed in this still home.

She turned out the light and returned to her bedroom where her precious treasure was sleeping. It wasn't that long after he climaxed where he fell into a slumber, clinging onto the very person that gave him life.

Still in her nakedness, she climbed into the futon and lied beside him. She positioned herself in front, grabbing onto his arms as she, too, wanted to join him in a slumber.

From this point on, the normalcy of mother and son was no more. Could they return back to being their normal selves? Would they? Should they?

That was something that she would have to ponder for another time. Tomorrow was Sunday and she wanted to prepare a special brunch for her precious treasure.

To be continued….