Izuku was finishing watching Spy x Family during free time in Study Hall. Their regular teacher wasn't there and Takeyama-senpai wasn't really doing the role of being a substitute teacher very well. It was quite apparent that she came to class hungover and upset about another failed date. Normally, she would tell him or the class about her failed endeavors, but not this time. She was passed out on the desk, still with the coffee cup in her hand.

He knew better than not to tempt her. They all did. Even Kacchan was leaving his childish antics at the door. The last thing he needed was a phone call to his parents. He definitely did not want to face the wrath of his mother. She was still paying the damages for his antics at Aoyama's dinner party. It turned out that he got drunk and in a rant, pissed in the DJ booth, puked in the fish tank before being covered in his own filth telling the girls who wanted a taste of his hot load. Dark lines still appeared above the now-silent teen. Not many of their peers wanted to deal with him, especially the coup de grace he did with Yaoyorozu.

As he was beginning another episode of Spy x Family when he received a text from his mother. He quickly put his phone on silent. He was fortunate that it didn't stir Takeyama-senpai. He wasn't in the mood to spend another ten minutes after class with her one-on-one, heart-to-hearts again. On a side note, he was beginning to speculate that the vain Pro Hero may have a slight crush on him.

Izuku had noticed because today when she presented herself to the class, his name was always on the subject. "If someone like Midoriya were to run off without permission, that would be an infraction. If someone like Midoriya raised his hand without permission to speak, that would be an infraction. If someone like Midoriya wasn't informing the teacher of important information, that would be an infraction.

He sank lower into the seat to cover his embarrassment from the class laughter. It wasn't the first time he had faced the center of attention but not at this caliber with Mount Lady.

"What in the world have I done to warrant that? Today was not your ordinary weekday."

Back to his mother, he could tell that she might be a little frisky. He digressed. No, it couldn't be. His mother was the same mother that made his lunch, sewed his hero outfits, tucked him in at night, and supplied condoms so she wouldn't have another child. So, she was a bit atypical of a mother but a mother nonetheless. She was probably checking on him. Or at least, that was what he was trying to convince himself.

His father has been back home in the last few days. He made it in his mind that he wanted time off from work and he had taken advantage to make up some alone time with his mother. Of course, at the family's expense, the nights when they had sex was louder than a pack of hyenas during supper time. The walls sounded like they were going to bash in at any moment. He could hear his parents' moans. His father was sounding like All Might whenever he fought villains. His mother was harking to the heavens, begging to be filled by his frothy cream.

She was lying.

By now, he knew when his mother was enjoying herself when they had sex. His mother would sound like a bird or scream loud to the point where car alarms would go off and windows would shatter. She was acting. Izuku believed in order to make his father happy and to perform the obligatory sex that a married couple did. He didn't think much of it. He plugged in his phone, listened to Better Than Ezra and watched Aki Sora before going to sleep.

"Am I really jealous? Jealous of my father?"

Honestly, he was not. Even a teen like himself needed a break from his mother dearest. Although Izuku loved his mom, no one should mistake that he was disinterested in her — if anyone were to find out.

"I just want time to myself." He told himself as he was looking at the adorable Anya who reminded him of Eri. "And besides, do I actually think this relationship will forever last? I always pictured myself continuing this until I finished high school. She trains me enough to be the perfect lover for my future girlfriend. Maybe become college sweethearts. Maybe that is what my mother wants, too? I am not sure. Could it be?! Maybe? If I am reading what I have read like in the forbidden relationship between Aki and Sora, then I think I am right around the ballpark."

Izuku didn't read his mother's message right away as Shouto was poking at his back. He wanted to see if they were still going to watch Detective Pikachu after class at the nickel theater.

"Like heck yeah," Izuku mouthed to him. "I got a few dollars from my stipend (that's what my mother called it for the time I give her for our lovemaking). I hope we had time to watch Black Panther: Wakanda Forever and head to the arcade to play catch up on video games."

As they were quietly whispering today's plans, Izuku got another vibrating text. It rattled the desk. He quickly grabbed it. Once again, he wasn't in the mood for Takeyama-senpai. He knew that she had her own version of ideas of punishing schoolboys like himself. Probably go and clean her pool or something.

Maybe not? If he did, it would lead to trouble and trouble he couldn't afford. "Don't need Mom coming through and raising hell. The things about the undying love for her only son."

Anyway, he turned back to Shouto. As they were strategizing their plans, he heard the voice from the intercom.

"Takeyama-san?"

She immediately jerked her head up from her slumber, hitting it against the chalkboard. In a sleeping stupor and dry drool on her face, she answered. "Yes?"

"Please send Izuku Midoriya to the front office with his things. He is checking out!"

It was met with groans. Knowing that freedom was beyond those doors was appealing and met with envy. He told Todoroki that he would call him later about today's plans. As he made his way to the front door, the vain beauty's eyes were upon him.

"I hope to see you again, Midoriya," she told him as she was writing him his hall pass.

Izuku didn't say anything. He just nodded quietly as she handed him his pass to freedom.

"Cutie!"

He immediately turned. Mount Lady was adding creamer to her coffee. "What's the matter, dear?"

He shook his head in disagreement. "Nothing, I thought I heard something."

She shrugged her shoulders. "I was saying, 'hurry.'" She took a sip of her now lukewarm coffee, licking her lips alluringly. "Have a nice day, dear."

"Yeah, I was beginning to think that Takeyama-senpai may possibly like me."

After a few minutes, he made it to the front office, holding his backpack in toll. He saw the secretary filing her paperwork before casting her feeble eyes on him. "Oi! Mr. Midoriya. Your mother is here to check you out."

Mother Dearest!

The loving, adoring, emerald beauty that was his mother was sitting prim and proper at the seat. She was sporting a business suit, holding her purse onto her lap. By the way, she appeared, it looked as though she was heading to a job interview rather than taking him back home.

"Icchan," she said excitedly as she knelt down and surrounded him with her warm, wet kisses. "I am so glad to see you." She smothered him into her bosom.

"Didn't we see each other before school this morning," Izuku asked her.

"Mmm, mmm," she said. She grabbed his back tightly, pressing her lips to his ear. She made a strong whisper. "Of a mother. This is of a woman."

"My God, her whispers were like a siren's. Thank God my pants were big enough to hold the erection I was currently having at this particular juncture." He thought to himself.

"Mrs. Midoriya, aren't you looking gorgeous," said the secretary. "Where are you going?"

"This old thing," she said modestly. "I did come from a meeting with a publishing company and I thought about taking Izuku out to lunch as a celebratory thank you for his input."

The secretary smiled. "Aren't you sweet, Mrs. Midoriya. What about your husband?"

"We will be having our own celebration since he has gone back overseas on business," she winked at him. "I wanted this to be for my precious son."

The secretary nodded as she told his mother to sign him out.

"You two enjoy your day out," she told them as his mother took his hand. "And be good for your mother, Icchan."

He blushed when someone other than his family called him by his nickname. His mother took his backpack and she led him out of the office. Upon leaving the office, she had a firm grip with his hand, rubbing it affectionately.

"We have quite a lot of making up to do, Icchan," she said alluringly as she pushed the metal doors into the outside world. "Much, much making up to do."

A few minutes later….

They were a few blocks from the school when she welcomed him with a wet kiss. The kind of kiss that belonged to a lover and not to a son. She inserted her tongue, tasting him, craving him. She grabbed his dick, rubbing it harshly as he, too, reached for her endowed titties.

This was long expected as they were shedding the inhibitions of being mother and son.

And becoming Inko and Izuku.

She broke the kiss. "God, I miss you, baby. This is a real kiss."

Izuku felt deprived, surprised that he, too, was missing his mother's kisses.

She came in for another kiss. She had to put the car into the park, eager to have more of what she was missing over the last few days. She pulled his tongue from his mouth, welcoming it into hers. He felt the warmth her rosy cheeks gave him, the smell of honeydew in her hair.

The little moans she emitted from her mouth.

That was the affection of a lover and it wasn't obligatory as well.

She broke the kiss, leaving a bridge between each other.

She put the car back into gear. "I miss you, baby."

"And you as well, Mom," Izuku returned her affection by giving her another peck on the cheek.

"These days of waiting makes it all the sweeter," she told him.

It later turned out that she wasn't lying about her meeting with the publishing company. Izuku's mother was a struggling writer, working menial jobs to help with the bills, along with being a full-time mother. His mother told him that lately, she wanted to dive back into the works of realistic fiction.

She thanked him as he was the source of her inspiration.

She said that the rest of the day was going to be spent at a hotel in neighboring Saitama. There was a pool and spa she wanted to explore. Of course, a luxurious bedroom suite for the two of them. She even said it had exclusive services catering to them and them alone.

"Don't worry about Dad," she told him. "Dad is playing golf. And he won't be back for a few days."

Izuku raised his eyebrow, quite concerned about the sudden announcement. "Where do I come in?"

She grinned gingerly as she changed lanes. She used her free hand to wave through his hair. "Let's say I did a little white lie. So, don't expect to be back at school for a while either."

"Mom?"

"Don't worry your silly head, sweetheart," she tried calming down. "I've explained to them that we haven't spent much time together and I wanted to reacquaint it all."

"Where does the lie come in?"

"I am not reacquainting with my son, but with my lover!"

He felt the boner protruding in his pants. Just hearing those words made him awe in wonder. He couldn't fathom how much his mother loved him. It was obvious that he knew, but how much effort she would go to show that love.

A couple of hours later….

The hotel was more like a guest suite in an Italian palace. The bed was king-sized with pure white, Egyptian cotton sheets. They had their own desk, a thirty-six-inch TV with video and DVD, a sprawling leather sofa, and, on the other side of the floor-to-ceiling windows was our own private terrace. And the bathroom! As well as the power shower, there was a bath big enough for a football team, and a Jacuzzi. Everything was in marble and handcrafted tiles. The millionaire suite Izuku would like to call it.

He shuddered at the thought of how much it cost a night.

As he was lying naked in bed, she stepped out from the bathroom.

She was bedeviling, sporting her birthday suit, exposing the body of a woman. He didn't think stretch marks could look this attractive on her. It didn't matter that her tits were showing them as well. Her hair was growing. Izuku could tell she was feeling a bit uncomfortable as she saw him staring.

"Mom, don't feel that way."

"What way?"

"That I am ashamed of your body." Izuku opened the covers, showing her his girth — his manhood. It stood firm, hard, and proud. "Sorry to think I am being a pervert but my love for you shows here. I love you, Mom."

She was tickled pink, showing her rosy red cheeks. "You know how to make an old woman feel good."

Izuku invited her to join him in bed.

"You're not old. You are the beauty of my love, Mom."

"Oh, Icchan."

She positioned her body on top of his. It didn't take long to begin their kisses. She took control as he always let her. She wasn't in the mood for any foreplay.

He reached over to the nightstand to grab a condom. I wanted to be sure that they were being safe.

She swiped it from him, throwing it to the side.

"I want your warmth inside me," she said in a hasten breath.

She guided her hand to his dick, stroking it firmly. She looked at him with alluring eyes. Eyes that should belong to his father. He made a small apology to the one-half that gave him life as he felt his throbbing member into the place where he was born from.

She took it down to the base. Grabbing her titties to stir her arousal. She proceeded to ride him. Izuku put his hands over her ass, grabbing it to aid him as they pleasure themselves into this forbidden love.

A forbidden love between mother and son.

"I've craved this," she told him.

"Me, too," he replied.

She lowered her body onto him. Pecks all through his neck, biting it and sinking further and further. She was making her marks, claiming him. Letting all other women and classmates that Izuku Midoriya belong to Inko Midoriya.

She hastened the pace, allowing his dick to enter her nest. The holiest of holies. He felt the tension of her walls, wanting me to quickly release his seed.

"There you go, baby. Milk the walls of where you came from," she said as she began moaning. "Izuku," she hissed. "Izuku!"

Those were the moans he remembered. He immediately stopped. Surprised by his sudden movements, he positioned her to the bed. He grabbed her by the legs, jamming his dick into her womb. With each force, she began yelping.

"Icchan, where is this coming from," she asked surprisingly.

I didn't answer. I came forward, giving her another kiss. "I love you, Mom."

She grabbed his hands, entangled them.

"When you come, call me by my name."

The emerald-haired teen understood her request as he proceeded in making love to her.

Her eyes were closed, still holding on to his hand. The bed was creaking. Sweat was produced. His thrusts were getting faster. His body was going into overdrive as if he was trying to get her pregnant.

"Izuku, Izuku," she cried in happiness.

He picked up the pace. He slightly positioned her to her side as he lifted one of her legs and ground his dick with her pussy.

Her walls were getting tighter, feeling her hot juices searing his nimble dick. He knew he was close.

"Izuku, I am there. I am almost there. Release that fat, white seed into me," she cried.

The slapping noises were getting louder and faster. Her moans were getting beyond these four walls.

"I'm coming," she told him. "I am coming, Izuku! Say my name."

"I am close," Izuku told her. "Inko, Inko!"

They both screamed to God above as her juices and his semen collided with each other. She spurted, feeling her hot juices splashing out onto his stomach. Izuku was leaving a deposit of his semen into her bank.

"I feel your warmth," she cried. "I feel your tiny babies in me! They are telling me to get pregnant."

He didn't listen. He fell back as he was surprised by the strength of what he had done with his own mother.

A woman that he loved very much.

Sometime later….

Later that evening, we ordered room service. She ordered Thai and he wanted pizza. They didn't talk much. But the love was there. They were sitting on the balcony as they ate their dinner. They were still naked as he was lying on her lap.

"Try this," she told him as he got a taste of her glazed beef special. It was delicious. In return, he gave her a piece of his pepperoni and red onion pizza.

"After this, shall we go swimming," she asked him. "The pool here is twenty-four hours long. They even have a woman's only adult swim at the jacuzzi tonight. I can bring my son. What do you say? A little bit of exhibition play tonight?"

"Nah! Not tonight," Izuku said to her, letting her know he was tired and just wanted to sleep. "I just want to cuddle with you."

She smiled, nodding her head to agree. "Sure, baby. Another time."

As they were laying together, enjoying each other's company and seeing the sunset, it got him thinking. At some point, will this end? He knew that he loved his mom and he loved the things that they do. But he did question the longevity of this.

"If you're in the mood, Icchan, shall we do it again?"

Izuku nodded. "Let's kiss on it, Inko!"

He casted away those thoughts. It was far in the future. At least he could live in the moment now.

To be concluded….