Before you read this story, this portion will take place a few years back. It shows part of how Izuku became an escort. As a reminder, this story is also told from a second and third person POV! Enjoy (i hope)!

Flashback...over few years ago….

"Izuku, are you okay?" He refocused his mind to the matter at hand as he stared at the woman. He was in deep thought. He didn't know why. Was it on purpose? Was it by accident? What put himself in this current position? As of now, we are just the audience.

It appears that we are in a flashback. How were we capable of seeing such this? Uncertain for these are the pictures that occur in his mind. As you can see, I, too, am not the entity. I am a fellow watcher like you. We will continue to see what will happen in Izuku's flashback. As a reminder, no matter what we say or do or act, there is nothing that can be done. Even if we tried, we can't take back what has happened.

Our job as the audience to sit and watch.

His eyes still watching the Greensleeves chime dwindling from place to place. He closed his eyes as he felt a woman's touch lightly scraping his stomach. He didn't want to look at the woman as she took pecks at his stomach as she rustled his shirt to his neck.

"Take it off for me," said the woman. "You will be okay. It is okay to be nervous. It is okay to feel this way. When you love someone, you do these things. Understand?" He nodded his head. It wasn't a confirmation of acceptance, but out of fear of retaliation. He took off his shirt. The cool breeze wavering over his chest. He shivered. Spring has yet to blossom, leaving nips of winter. She let out a small moan as she licked his nipples. Her hands pressing hard on his hips. He squirmed as he knew her hand was leading to his pants. She took her hand and unbuttoned his pants.

"Shh," she said very calmly. "I won't hurt you, honey. I will never do that. Just relax. Please, baby. You know I just want you to understand what I do to make people happy."

He felt his boxers and his jeans sliding down his pants. Winter's wind capturing the sweat of nervousness. He felt his penis arousing as her tender hands were cradling it gently.

"I can tell you are a novice to this," she said while blowing onto his dick. "I can tell your father hasn't talked to you yet on the talk. Hasn't he?" She let out a smile. "Well, sometimes it is a woman's job to pick up a man's slack." He was ticklish as her brunette hair slid down to his pelvis. She blew into his penis once more before slowly entering into her mouth. He curled his toes, letting out a yelp before feeling the soft palms on his stomach.

"Shh! We don't want the others to know," she calmly warned him. "People aren't going to understand the dynamic of what we are doing. They may think it is strange."

Izuku kept quiet. The confusion of the situation and seeing the woman rubbing his dick against her cheek was something he never or didn't experience.

"You see, people are going to think I am doing this because I enjoy lust," she said. "Well, I do. But, I am training you, dear."

He continued to keep quiet.

"That's right, dear," said the woman. "What you are we called in the business world, is potential." She stroked lightly, using her spare hand to fondle his testicles. She gave a slight lick before returning to playing with his dick. "You are useful for this job. There are many people who will negotiate deals for our company. Of course, it comes with a price."

"Why me," he questioned with confusion on his brain.

"Dear, you are useful," she said before sighing. She took another breath. "The thing is is that you are now aware of the things I do for this job. You caught me and my boss in the act. However, be grateful that my boss is a merciful one." She laughed. "She really has a liking for you. However, she thinks it is best to let the mother gets the first pick of fresh fruit."

"But you're not my mother." The words came out like word vomit. The blonde held to his penis with much care. She, too, pondered on the thought that he had given her. It was returned with a smile. "I know that, dear. I know that." She blew into his dick, making him shiver. The strange sensation was invigorating, let alone fearful. "You are like a dear son, my dearest Izuku. You have been a great friend to me. A helper when I interned your classmates. Now, let me return a favor to you, my son." She closed her eyes. "Just for now, call me Mom."

Izuku tilted his head as she hastened her stroke. He let out a moan. He covered his mouth in embarrassment. The woman was pleased.

"Moan quietly, dear," she told him. "Remember you are not at home, but at an onsen. These guests get really finicky when people do stuff like this in the day."

"Then, why are we doing this," questioned Izuku.

"Because, dear. My boss wants to see you in her manor, tonight," she told Izuku. "My boss enjoys the company of men and women but isn't a fan of virgins. To her, she wants someone that she can enjoy but doesn't have to put in too much work. It's no fun when they are a novice." She said as she took another lick of his dick. "Your dick is quite dirty. Have you been cleaning yourself?"

"Of course, I have, Ms...I mean Mom," cried Izuku "In fact, I took a shower before...augh...augh…" Izuku winced as his dick entered the woman's mouth. She thrust up and down, making bobbing noises. She nibbled on his phallus while licking his peehole. He felt the moist, hot saliva sliding down his dick. He felt a burst of energy coming from his testicles.

"Mom," he cried. "I am feeling strange. I am feeling funny. Mom, please, this is weird."

"It's okay, dear," she said in between strokes. "Let the good waves come out. It will feel good."

She returned to his dick as she bobbed faster and faster. "Look at me, Izuku," she said. "Look at me as you come in my mouth."

"Mom, I don't know. This feels weird. Mom, I am going to pee. I don't know." He protested. He was in anguish. Amidst the confusion, he shivered as he felt the warm sensation emptying from his testicles and into the woman's mouth. She wrapped her finger around his dick, welcoming his milk into her mouth. She stroked at each spurt until the pleasure ceased.

Izuku ebbed in the afterglow. His legs were twitching. His pelvis was feeling sore. His dick twitched until it calmed down. The woman came next to him. She was swishing around his semen. He saw as she continued until she swallowed.

"Your come is so thick and rich," she cried. "I didn't think a teenager could have such rich semen. The boss is going to be happy." She then grinned as she rubbed the folds of her pussy. "I am, however, quite happy that I can be the first to take the virginity of my only son."

Your only son?

She got up and return to his dick. She squatted and shifted herself to situate the position of her pussy to his dick.

"Mom," he groaned. "Please don't do this. You don't have to do this."

She smiled. "I shall. One, you are my son. Two, you belong to me. Three, you work with me and I promise all of your dreams will come true." She shifted her pussy with his dick. Izuku yelped the moment it made contact with her pussy. She moaned in excitement. "Your dick is thick. I am glad I got it before any girl did. Let your dick enter the place where you came from."

She gyrated her hips, situating herself to take advantage of Izuku's virginity. "These clients from overseas are tough cookies, Izuku. I need somebody like you to work with me. I can't help but be thankful that it is you that found out. I rather it is you than anybody else."

She positioned herself to put her body on top of him. She licked from his chin, trailing her tongue to his stomach. She circled counterclockwise on his nipples with her tongue. She slight tugged to get his attention. The twitching from his dick confirmed that. The tears were falling down his cheeks. She returned to hug him. "There, there. Mommy is here. I won't leave you. I won't forsake you. I will stand by yourself forever, baby. I love you, dear. I am glad that you are back where you belong. How does it feel returning back to your birthplace?"

You're not my mother.

Izuku felt the folds of her pussy tightening. It was hot but pleasurable. However, he was too prideful to admit it.

"Doesn't it feel good as we bond as mother and son," she questioned as she continued thrusting. "Feel free to empty out your seed at any time."

Izuku felt his dick tightening and hardening, going deeper into the womb. He saw the eyes of the woman rolled back. Her breath became heavier, inciting her to give him a kiss. He tasted the woman, along with the contents of his semen and her saliva. She pried his tongue, making him swallow.

"I can't anymore," she said. "Empty out your contents. Empty out all of your worries. For now on, mommy is going to take care of everything. My boss made sure of it. You will be set for the rest of your life." She tightened herself and pushed a final thrust to Izuku. "Now come for me. Come for your mother, sweetie."

He lost his voice. He crackled as he released his sperm inside of her pussy. The heaviness of her body, the stickiness of their contents was getting to the best of him. He panted loudly as he continued spurting inside of the woman.

"I can feel your love entering me," she cried while rubbing her stomach. "It is like liquid gold entering into my very body. You make your mother very proud. I am happy for you. I love you, my dearest son."

"Mrs. Tatsuma," he said in a soft whisper. "I...I…"

He gave all of the strength he could. His body gave out. He felt like gelatin. Ryuko got up from Izuku. His semen was dripping from her leg. Her face had a glow and she was smitten with the encounter. She picked up Izuku and they returned to the hotel room. She placed him on the bed. She knew that he was drifting into slumber. She reminded herself to wake him in a few hours so he could take a shower. Her boss was expecting them later that night. Once she tucked him in, she lied in bed next to them. She kissed him on the cheek before cuddling with him. She continued kissing his hair before falling into slumber herself.

Returning to the present….

The camera returns us to our hero, Izuku. He is walking at a slow pace. His focus is on his cell phone. The dimly lit illuminating light from his cell phone shows the same emotion he displayed from his previous encounter with the client he nicknamed Blondie. It shows emptiness. His eyes narrow as he is scrolling on the 4-chan site. From our angle, we are unable to look at what is contained on the website. However, we do know that it is a pick-up site for his clients. Is this the only approach for access to work, or are there other methods? Guess, we have to find out in the time we are allotted.

He crosses the street and as he walks, he passes by a stranger. For a moment, he pauses. He examines the man, at least for a quick second. The man is solidly constructed, but not fat. His shoulders are broad and strong-looking. He is wearing a ragged and tattered shirt that says Property of the United States Navy (which is peculiar to have when they are living in Japan). His blue jeans are torn and have holes from the bottom up. One of his shoes, or lack thereof, is missing one of its soles. The jagged wind makes its cue, which makes the emerald-haired teen shiver. However, the stranger is unfazed. He turns and looks at Izuku. There is eye contact for a few seconds. He gives Izuku a silent nod before walking the opposite direction of him.

As Izuku continues, he hears the stranger utter a word.

"Cold," the stranger grunts. He spits on the sidewalk and proceeds to wherever or whoever he is headed.

It leaves Izuku standing in the middle of the street looking perplexed. He raises his eyebrow while staring at the stranger in question. It seems that Izuku is lost in thought. If we can read his mind, maybe is he thinking, What on Earth gave you the option to say an obvious fact? Or, of course, it is cold. You are walking on the cold street with your bare foot. Or maybe, it is something that is not presently shown on the outside. Rather within deep into the mind of Izuku. Maybe you can imagine a secret compartment concealing his deepest, hidden secrets. Yet again, all of these things are questions in theory. We are just the audience, not therapists or psychics.

The time on his cell phone shows a half hour past three in the morning. He knows that this is going to be the last call for the district before the others retreat to their respective domiciles. He continues to hear the loud sirens of police; the sight of an ambulance passing through, and now the broken glasses from the drunk. This is the heart and soul of their little slice of happiness.

He is a few blocks away from the Entertainment District. He recognizes the sea of neon colors. "An amusement park," he says silently. He passes an arcade where it is crammed with young adults. The loud, wild electronic sounds pumping out loudly from the outside; with the appeal of come on and empty out your pockets for fun.

A couple steps outside of the arcade. Both are holding hands as they are laughing over something that caught their attention. Izuku takes a glance at them. In return, they do the same. They return to their bantering as they march across the street to a nearby park. For a moment, he could have sworn that the girl glared at him. Then mouthed something to him. Her face showed desire. It does not surprise him. He shakes his head and shrugs it off. "Too bad I am not much of a lip reader," he says.

He receives a text message. He leans back on the wall. From our angle, the phone displays the contact under the name of Kuroko. It even shows a picture. Although it is too small to see, we can assume that this client is in fact, a female. On the message, she asks him is she able to have an overnight stay with him. He replies that he is unable to have to do it because he needs to be somewhere in the morning. She responds if she pays him extra, would he stay. He sighs loudly at the response. He responds that he will think about it. She tells him of his whereabouts. He tells her that he is located. She tells him that she is going to pick him up. He simply responds okay before closes his cell phone.

He pulls out a cigarette from his pocket. He puts it between his lips and lights away. The smoke masks the condensation on this cold night. The wind begins to pick up. He pulls the hood of his UA High sweatshirt to keep him warm. With his free hand, he keeps it in his pocket.

He stands motionless as he is awaiting his client. And that is the only thing we are getting out of him.

Not too long later, a black Audi pulls alongside the curve where he stands. The occupant stares at him. He pulls out his trademark approach to attract his clients, his sucker and places it in his mouth. Rather or not if he is sincere, he creates a facade of his trademark smile and sways his hips to the vehicle in waiting. The passenger side window of the Audi goes down and he makes his way to the window.

Izuku shuts his eyes, focusing on the car. He takes deep breaths. He concentrates and falls into a deep dark state of being.

"Trick or treat, my dear Kuroko," Deku says with the emphasis on her name. "Lovely evening, isn't it?" He swirls his tongue around the sucker leaving a trail of his saliva.

The woman in the car seems unfazed at his approach. However, the smirk on her face gives us the impression that she is humoring him. She opens her mouth. "Too bad that I've missed Halloween. But looking at you," says the woman as she snatches the candy from his hand. "I'd rather have the treat instead." She puts the sucker in her mouth and begins to chew it. The crunching sound is loud, then she sticks her tongue out. "Delectable. But that isn't the only thing sweet I want."

He opens the door and steps inside of the vehicle. The car smells of fresh scented lemon. Before he has the chance to put on his seatbelt, the woman surprises him with a kiss. She grabs both of her hands and presses hard on his lips. Deku swallows nothing but accepts that this is something that the client wants. He is only doing his job. She places her tongue inside of his mouth, forcing his tongue to do a dance with hers. He remains still while she does all of the work. After she finishes, a trail of saliva bridges the pair.

"Taste like cigarettes and teen spirit," replies Kuroko as she licks her lips. She wipes the saliva from her cheek and retreats it into her mouth.

"That is your taste," says Deku. He looks at her then looks away, looking at the window in front of him.

"In the sense of my smokes or my sexual preference?"

He doesn't answer her question. Instead, he asks. "Do you want the usual or something else this time?"

"The usual. I want it wet, slick, and raw." There is enthusiasm in her voice. It sounds like almost a thrill to do this kind of thing with an escort. It is too bad that the darkness disallows us from seeing her appearance. However, hearing the tone of her voice, it is lustrous and demanding. Her approach shows that this is not her first time with an escort.

"From the front or from the back," says Deku in a monotonous voice. He falters, already knowing the answer. This must be the case because the woman displays bedroom eyes. "Whatever way I can give you the cream, you ferocious cinnamon roll."

"I don't have them on me," says Deku in the regards of condoms.

"It's okay. I got you covered," says Kuroko. She pulls his chin to meet her lips. He closes his eyes as she presses her lips. His face is tense, in contrast to Kuroko as she envelopes her mouth with his. While she has his chin with one hand, she strokes his hair with another. He trembles. She stops.

"Are you cold, dear," asks Kuroko.

"Kinda," responds Deku.

She rests her hands on his lap, rubbing his upper thigh. "Don't worry. I will warm you up."

She retreats to her side of the vehicle. She shifts the gear and begins to drive away from the arcade.

To be continued….