A rocking battle between mother and daughter. Who will be the victor? Who will get their man? Find out! Enjoy!
Kyoka Jirou was bobbing her head to some Smashing Pumpkins as she gave Izuku a glass of barley tea as they sat in the living room of her residence. It was Saturday evening and the duo was preparing to go to their first Smashing Pumpkins concert. This was Izuku's first and Kyoka's indeterminate amount. Last time she checked, maybe her thousandth. Be as it may, this was their first time going with a member of the opposite sex.
"Your mother makes great iced tea," said Izuku as he nervously drank the tea. "I hope I am not overdressed." Izuku was wearing khaki slacks and a buttoned-down. Despite his efforts to remind his mother that it was a rock concert, Inko wouldn't take any chances. He kept telling her that it wasn't a date.
Kyoka thoughtfully gander at Izuku's assets. She could see the linings of his body. She tried thinking of ways of seeing his dick pop a bulge. She was grateful of Mrs. Midoriya on making the right choice. In her mind, this was a date. A date to make Izuku hers and only hers.
Kyoka sat on the couch next to Izuku. She removed her buds to join him in his drinking. "Allow me to have some," said Kyoka as she shared Izuku's drink. She purposely didn't get herself one. This was the closest of a kiss she was going to get until she made him comfortable at the concert. She had connects and she was very hopeful to get her fill of her Deku tonight.
"Care for more," she asked as she poured more tea into his cup. Not wanting to be a rude guest, he partook the cup. Her eyes widened as he didn't even change the position. His lips were on hers. An indirect kiss.
"I have never been to a rock concert before," said Izuku nervously. "I hope I am not a spaz."
"Nah," interjected Kyoka. "This is an all-out event. People are reckless in anyway possible. So, just relax and calm down."
"Ok, I will try," said Izuku.
An hour later….
Kyoka's mother dropped off the teenagers at the stadium. Kyoka was the first to jump out of the van. She shouted while she was wearing her white face paint and tight black shirt and shorts with spandex.
Izuku was going to step out of the van until her mother pulled him back. "Listen, Izuku. I don't want you to be nervous around my daughter," said Mrs. Jirou.
Izuku nodded in agreement. "Yes, ma'am."
She gripped his hand. "Yet, you should nervous around me." The bulge from her forehead was apparent. She had an angry overly protective mother kind of smile. "Bring my daughter back in one piece. I mean altogether mentally, physically…" She put her grip on his neck. "...sexually!" She continued to smile. "I do laundry and I see something other than white, then I might have to break you to break even. Understood?"
Izuku nodded nervously and quickly. Mrs. Jirou let him go. "Have fun, Icchan! Stop staring at me with those gorgeous eyes."
Izuku jumped from the van and onto the ground. Kyoka picked him up. "Damn, boy. You are quite excited!" He turned to her mother. She winked while connected her thumb and index finger together and using her other hand to insert her index finger into it.
The van sped off.
Behind him, Kyoka displayed a grave look. "Well played, mother. Going behind my back to mess with my Deku. You have a husband. Stick with your Goddamn man."
It wasn't easy for Kyoka to manage her yandere tendencies. She tried her best to hide it from Izuku. Her feelings for Izuku were beyond description. If she were asked if Izuku would leave the school or leave the city or the country, she would say that she would scour the Earth for her precious Izuku.
However, it wasn't easy when her mother has yandere tendencies as well. Admittedly, her mother plays coy, but she knew that her mother was after Izuku as much as she was.
They were birds of a feather. She wasn't sure what she said, but she was certain to get to Izuku before her mother does.
"Kyoka? Are you okay?" Izuku stood as he watched Kyoka getting lost in her thoughts. Kyoka turned and smile. "Sorry, Izuku. Got lost in thought. Let's go before the line gets crazy." She grabbed Izuku's hand and ran toward the entrance.
Meanwhile in the back of the stadium….
Mika Jirou looked to the skies and asked the gods for forgiveness for the threat of her Izuku. She loved her Izuku and only used that threat as a ploy to get him away from Kyoka. She loved her daughter but was in competition with her as well.
Forgive me, Izuku sweetheart. I wasn't trying to hurt you. Yet again, I do want you to submit to me. The former musician licked her lips. She didn't know how she fell in love with her daughter's friend. But it was a feeling she couldn't shake...and wouldn't let go.
Mika straightened herself out as she changed from her motherly attire to her professional attire. Wearing a purple pantsuit, tight enough to display her luscious assets. She made her way backstage where she saw a familiar friend from her past.
The mature redhead woman was smoking a cigarette and guarding the area smiled when seeing her old friend. "Mika, love. Good to see you."
The girls exchanged pecks on the cheek. "Good to see you, Miki!"
"What brings you here tonight? Still managing?"
Using this opportunity, the mother replied. "Yes, I am. Just getting here because of traffic. You know how it was back in the day."
"Not using that look-at-me-I-am-famous shtick?"
"When you are a mom, you have to make an example."
Crossing her arms, the security guard replied. "Hear, hear."
"Listen," said Mika calmly as she was producing a lie. "I needed to see if there are some backstage passes available."
"For you, sure! How many you need?"
"One! Just one!" Mika peered closer to her friend. "Listen, there is something that I need for you to do."
Meanwhile at the arena….
Kyoka was playing with her buds as they were waiting in line. She turned to see Izuku as she can feel that he was out of place. "Izuku, are you okay?"
He nodded. "I still feel a bit out odd."
She sighed. "Come here." She approached him. She untucked his buttoned-down. She tried not to breathe hard as she unbuttoned it. Quite unfortunate that he was wearing an undershirt. She told him to sag his pants a little to make it a bit baggy. After observing him, she nodded for approval. "There. You look grunge!"
"Thanks," he said while blushing. "I feel a lot better."
Izuku Midoriya! Kyoka and Izuku could hear his name being announced from the intercom. Izuku Midoriya. If you are Izuku Midoriya, please report to the ticket counter at once! Please report to the ticket counter at once! Yes, the Izuku Midoriya with green eyes and green hair who attends UA High. Who goes by the nickname, Deku. Please report to the ticket counter. That is all!
Izuku pointed at himself. "Why would they call my name," he asked Kyoka.
Kyoka scratched her chin. "I'm not sure. Go and check it out. I save your spot."
Izuku left Kyoka as he traveled through the sea of concert goers to go to the front of the counter. When he was there, he saw an older redhead security guard. She pointed at him. "You, Izuku!"
"Yes, ma'am."
She opened the door of the ticket counter and came around to him. She handed him a backstage pass. "I was assigned to give this to you. And also, you are to report to the dressing room backstage immediately."
"Any reason?"
"Not sure, but there is someone who wants to see you," said the security guard. "Follow me."
Izuku felt the woman pushing him as they were heading away. Knowing that Kyoka might need to know his whereabouts, he reached for his cell phone. "Hold up!" The security guard took his phone. "Because of security reasons of our musicians, we advise to not use your phone. You will get it back upon completion."
"But I have a friend with me."
"It won't be long. I will make sure that let your friend know your whereabouts."
Izuku didn't resist. He did give her a description of Kyoka. He just hoped that Kyoka would be fine in his absence.
Backstage….
It was the footsteps of Izuku and the security guard Miki that filled the hallway as they were going to their destination. Izuku was still thinking of Kyoka.
"Am I able to contact my friend to make sure she is okay?"
"Like I've said, she will be okay," replied the security guard. "The entrance is here."
She opened the door and led Izuku in first. Izuku saw darkness inside. "Hey, why is it dark. What's-" Before he could turn around, he felt the security guard placed a cloth around his mouth.
"Shh! Don't fight it! Don't fight it! Don't...fight...it," replied the security guard as he tried to resist. "It's just chloroform. Sorry, darling. I am doing a job for a dear old friend. Her habits haven't changed. Just go to sleep. Go to sleep."
Izuku fell limp onto her bosom and drifted into unconsciousness.
About an hour later….
Izuku was awakening from his forced slumber. He felt exhausted. He tried to wipe his face but felt that he was tied to something. As he snapped his eyes open, he saw that he was tied to a bed. And not only that, he was only wearing his boxer shorts.
"Seems that my little Izuku is awake." Izuku saw a woman coming out of the shadows. He saw that it was Kyoka's mother, Mika.
"Mrs. Jirou?"
She pursed her lips. "Hello, my dear Izuku. Or better yet, the father of my children." She was wearing a tight cotton t-shirt and white panties. The cotton on her shirt was so thin that he could see her inverted nipples. "Don't be alarmed, baby. I just didn't want you to get near Kyoka...because it's me that you are going to become near."
"Mrs. Jirou," he said while he was straining. "I don't think this is a good idea."
"Relax, dear. I think it's a fine idea. While Kyoka is enjoying the concert." She slid her underwear off. "Let's make a concert our of own."
Meanwhile at the security office….
"Why in the hell are you detaining me for," she barked. "Have you no shame for not getting me an explanation, you fucking cunt?"
"Scalping tickets are against the law," replied Miki. "These tickets are obviously a fake."
"My mother is a former musician. Mika Jirou! My father is famous. His name is Kyotoku Jirou."
"He can be Malcolm X or Prince or Takeshi Kitano or hide. I still don't give a damn. Illegal tickets are illegal tickets." She scoffed. "Just be glad I don't call the police. Now, wait here so I can call your parents."
Miki closed the door while Kyoka was cursing her out. She wiped the sweat from her forehead. In one hand, she had Izuku's cell phone. In the other, she had over 500,000 yen ($4700). "Mika, old girl, that boy of yours better be worth it."
To be continued….