Ladies and gentlemen! May I present to you the spin-off of "Momo For The Weekend."

It was a regular Saturday morning at the Yaoyorozu residence. Normal as it could be after Izuku's acceptance of becoming Momo's boyfriend. It wasn't that bad. He had to report his whereabouts when she wasn't there to see him. Dates were mandatory and week to places of her choosing. Sex was nonnegotiable. If she could, she would make love to her sweet cinnamon roll every waking moment. However, she knew that they have a future. She was going to be president of a company and maybe a Pro Hero. And her darling Izuku has to prepare on becoming the perfect househusband when they have children.

She cuddled Izuku as he took a nibble onto her breast. They weren't big or perky like Mina, Ochako, or Tsuyu, but whatever she could acquire to make her Izuku happy and well-fed, she would do it. "Now, now, Izuku. You have to bite harder to get any milk out." It was breakfast time as they were sitting in the living room. It was important to have breakfast in this household. Being a well-prepared wife, after his spending the night (mandatory) with her, she got a bowl of cereal and prepared for her beloved.

"Open your mouth," she told him as she poured the dry cereal into his mouth. "Mash it nice and good. Hopefully, milk will come out." She said while rubbing his hair and kissing his forehead. "If not, then enjoy the warmth of your lover, my dear, wonderful husband."

Momo had it made. She couldn't have it any other way. Since Ochako was out of the running, Izuku never disobeyed her orders. She relaxed as she knew that Izuku was hers for the taking.

Or so she thinks.

Meanwhile at some random headquarters in town...

Mrs. Yaoyorozu got off the phone with her husband. It was the usual check-in. They spoke of their usual business, said their love for each other, and that was it. She couldn't care less. Knowing for him, he was probably having sex with some board overseas. Last night, he was on a flight to Algeria from Nigeria. She scoffed at the pig of a man. Feasting on some legs and breasts...and Nigeria's finest culinary delights.

Like it mattered as she knew that was a fine baked good being nestled by her daughter's clutches. Sitting in her private office, the CEO of her finance company selling God-knows-what was watching on her television. Sometime God-knows-when she installed security cameras in case of her husband's affairs or whatever rich people need to do to snoop.

She inserted her fountain pen into her pussy, grinding on the edges of wet pussy while watching her daughter having her way with Izuku.

She and Momo were birds of a feather. Momo learned best. She taught her to take anything for what it's worth. Momo got the prize. However, she couldn't help on noticing Izuku that day when she came home from her business trip.

No amounts of boys in the world were worth the passion she knew she was going to get from Izuku. And she had many rendezvous with many teenagers and young adults in almost every continent she visited. Africa and Austrailia twice. Nothing turned her on when it came to big dicks and the boys from down under.

She knew Izuku was blessed and he will definitely be under her.

She hissed as she pulled the pen from her cavern, savoring her juices. She couldn't wait until she would get a taste of that sweet and savory baked good. "Oh, Izuku. You look so sexy right now with my daughter. It's like you are asking me to take you away from her." She held onto her melon-sized breast. "I've milk to give and to serve to you, baby. Inward nipples and all, Izuku." She informed her secretary that she was no longer taking any calls. She opened the drawer and pulled out the parting gift that she molded from one of her boys out in Sudan.

She dimmed the lights and commenced on tilling her garden on the mold she delightfully called now "Deku."

Six days later…

Kayama-sensei concluded class for the evening. Izuku was preparing to put his stuff away when Momo approached her. She purposely came and kissed Izuku for the class to see. She smiled, chagrining a certain brunette and a white-haired boy with his burned eye.

Class, see? See? He belongs to me! HE IS MINE! I WANT YOU TO SEE! Momo giggled, licking her lips as she pecked him on the cheek. "Taste like the chocolate muffin I gave you at lunch."

"It was the muffin you gave me...from your mouth," he replied.

"Mmm, mmm," she said. "A sweet for my sweet." She took his hand as they prepared to leave the classroom. As she was approaching the door, she was called by the Pro Hero 18+ herself.

"Yaoyorozu! You're not dodging cleaning duty two Fridays in a row," exclaimed Kayama-sensei as she held the bucket and sponge with her name on it. "C'mon now or unless we need to report it to our dear Principal Nezu!"

The vice president shuddered. She crossed her arms. "Fine!" She turned to her boyfriend. "Head back to my apartment." She gave him the key. "Be home and ready for me when I come home. It shouldn't take that long but be there."

"No problem," said Izuku. "Anything else before I go?"

"Yeah," she said. She came and kissed him one more time. "That's all!"

Izuku bowed before Kayama-sensei and Momo and departed out of the classroom.

Izuku was walking a few blocks from the school. He was pondering on whether or not to take this opportunity to head home. He was fortunate that his mother has been out of town over the last several weeks visiting his father overseas. At some point, she would be wanting to know his whereabouts on the weekend. He tried to cross that bridge later.

The sound of a car horn interrupted his thoughts. A black limo stopped at the edge of the street. The backseat window lowered and out came a familiar face. An elder version of Momo, with the exception of her hair being darker and longer than his girlfriend.

She parted her lips to see her stunned Izuku. "Evening, Izuku!"

He bowed. "Evening, Mrs. Yaoyorozu."

She pouted a little. "Oh, sweetness. Remember what you should call me?"

He blushed. "Auntie Mayuko."

"Thank you, dear. So, what brings you here alone. Where's Momo?"

"Cleaning duty. In fact, she gave me the keys to head back to your place."

She grinned, tickled how obedient he was to her daughter. "Spending the weekend with us again? I don't mind. It's nice to have a man in the house. Brings a different aura."

Izuku was blushing. He looked like a child as if he was caught doing something wrong. Mrs. Yaoyorozu wanted to hug and squeeze him. She maintained her composure. "Actually, sweetie, I am making a run to the house right now. Like a ride?"

"Sure," said Izuku as she opened the door for him to enter.

As he seated, she helped him put on his seatbelt. Purposely and intently pressing her breasts onto his chest. "Fastly and safely secured," she said.

"I could have done it myself," he said while being a little defensive. "I am not that young of a child."

She was tickled. "Forgive me, dear. That's how I used to do Momo." She wiped a fake tear. "Hard to see you guys grow up."

The limo went into motion as they were heading to the house.

About thirty minutes later….

Mayuko Yaoyorozu decided to head to the drink bar instead for some drinks and karaoke. Mrs. Yaoyorozu phoned again and gave her a private booth for the next couple of hours.

Izuku sat alone in the booth as Mrs. Yaoyorozu made a phone call outside of the booth. The booth was quite roomy and spacious. It even contained a bed. The television was a widescreen and it was accompanied by a couple of mics. He didn't think a drink bar like this existed. He concluded that it pays to be rich.

Mrs. Yaoyorozu returned back to the booth. She removed her blazer, which realized her assets from her blouse. "Just got off the phone with Momo," she said as she took a seat. "Kayama-sensei has her filling out some paperwork for the evening. She should be joining us for a late dinner later on."

MUCH, MUCH LATER...or not!

"That's fine," said Izuku as he was drinking his soda. "I think Momo is being noble of doing good deeds."

Mayuko scooted closer to Izuku on the bed. "You like my daughter, don't you?"

"I don't dislike her," he said as he touched his necklace. "I care about her."

"You're sweet. Takes a lot to manage my daughter," she told him. "Yet again, managing you."

Izuku was a bit stunned with hearing. He took another sip of his drink. Mayuko pursed her lips. "Don't be upset, dear. Momo is a handful. You have stuck it through. And I commend her." She crossed her legs, scooting closer. "However, to be a part of this family, you must have the entire blessing."

She placed her hands on his thigh. Izuku gasped at the touch. "Why do you flinch when I touch you?"

"Bad reflexes," he answered nervously.

"You don't find me repulsive, don't you?"

"No, ma'am."

"Good! I wouldn't know what to do if you would've said no." She touched his chest. "You have strong pecs. You must work out. Better yet, my daughter works you." She licked under his chin, which made Izuku flushed.

"Mrs. Yaoyorozu?"

"Call me Mayuko, Izuku. Remember?" She pushed Izuku to the bed. She took no time on getting on top of him. She removed her ribbon from her ponytail, displaying her long hair. She gave a Cheshire Cat grin to the nervous Izuku. "Sweet angel! Momo is my daughter. She goes by my rules. And since Momo lives under my roof, I am entitled to whatever she has...including you."

Izuku swallowed the lump in his throat. It must have transferred to his groin.

"Pitching a tent, I see," she told him. "Excited by my beauty, aren't you? Or the fact that you like being dominated? It's okay if you do. You aren't the first."

Izuku didn't answer.

"Don't worry! You still belong to Momo." She began unbuttoning her blouse. "However, since whatever Momo gets in my property. Let's consider me and her being shareholders...of you, I-zu-ku!" She blew into his ear.

Meanwhile, he blew a wad into his pants.

Meanwhile back in Kayama-sensei's classroom….

Momo wrapped the leash tightly as she positioned Kayama-sensei on her desk. Sporting the strap-on, Momo thrust her dick into the Pro Hero's ass. "Trying to subdue and dominate me, eh?"

"Sorry, mistress," she cried as she felt the pleasure of Momo's strap-on.

"Damn right, I am your mistress," she said while spanking her ass. "Who made you do this?" She slapped her ass again. "Who set me up?"

"Your mother, mistress," cried Kayama-sensei as she felt Momo playing with her pussy.

"My mother?"

"YES," she exclaimed as she was drooling and developing her aheago face.

Momo continued thrusting until Midnight climaxed. Her juices sprayed to the floor. She panted hard as Momo removed the strap-on from her ass. "Suck my dick, you dog!"

"Yes, mistress," purred Kayama-sensei as she licked her dick.

Son of a bitch! A bitch move, Mom! A cold bitch move. Just wait, Mom. Be patient, my darling Izuku. Your wife will be here soon.

"Do you submit," asked Momo while clinging on the leash.

"Yes, mistress!"

"Who is the head bitch in charge?"

"You are."

"Say it again!"

"You are."

Momo began to chuckle. "There might be plans for you yet." I always wanted a pet for me and my Izuku to love and cuddle with.

To be continued….