Izuku didn't know what to say as he saw Mika Jirou is this position. To the stunned, surprised, and aroused cinnamon roll, this was something out of the movies that his father kept in his golf bag when that he thought was hidden well. Mika had a clever smirk on her face. The kind of smirk that reminded him of Katsuki. She has him in her trap.

"I can tell that my looks and charm got your attention," said the elder Jirou gingerly. "Good! I like it when you boys become shy and flabbergasted when seeing this beauty upon you. You should be honored." She slowly took off her shirt, displaying her perky, yet gorgeous breasts. Inward nipples and weren't sagging. Unfortunately for Izuku, this would be his strike zone when it came to sex appeal.

"Your microphone is being tested, my dear," she purred in her heavy voice. "Seems to me you are eager to let this musician rock your world." She became tickled, slowly making her way to the bed. "You know I have such pipes back in the day." She said to him as she shifted herself to the bed. Izuku began panting loudly. She silenced him. "Shh! Shh! Relax! I don't want to hurt you, dear."

"What do you want to do," asked Izuku, knowing that the obviosity of her response.

"You, of course, baby!" She got on her knees, parting his legs. Using her one hand, she tore the gap in his boxers, allowing the rocker free and easy access to his microphone.

Ladies and gentleman! May we present to you tonight! The Smashing Pumpkins! Perfect timing as Mika used the background noises as an aid to cover any lovely music they were planning to make. Izuku felt her tongue under his phallus, warm, wet, and moist. She guided his balls, massaging them as she parked his dick inside of her throat.

Izuku jerked back, knowing he couldn't move. His first blowjob and it was going to be with Kyoka's mother. He strained heavily as he tried negating the obvious pleasure he was receiving.

"Don't resist, Izuku! You know you want this," she hummed which didn't make it better as the vibrations rattled onto his swollen cock. Resultingly, it made him harder. She closed her lips on his dick, cleaning the shaft and the phallus with her tongue. It reminded Izuku of a sea anemone or an octopus swirling around there. She kept cleaning around his shaft, even thrusting into his peehole.

Suddenly, Izuku felt the tingling sensation that he had most feared, climaxing inside of Mother Jirou. It was no use. Her lips fastened around his dick, securing her right to get access to his milk. "Mrs. Jirou, I am coming. I am coming."

"Come, baby. Let me take it all," she hummed which stimulate his rattling. Izuku gasped as he spurted his spunk inside of Mika. At each spurt, she tightened his dick like a vacuum cleaner. He jerked each time he came. Once the climax subsided, she pulled back, creating a trail of her saliva and his semen. She opened her mouth, showing the contents of his semen.

"This is delicious," she said with her mouth full. She swished the semen around her mouth. "I want to taste the texture. This is the finest I have had in years. Great like wine." That was more information that Izuku didn't want to know or hear.

After a few moments of enjoying the pleasure, she swallowed his contents. She hummed happily, rubbing her stomach as if she had a full and satisfying meal. "Thanks for your milkshake. I wouldn't expect anything less."

Izuku knew she wasn't finished. It was confirmed as she pulled down her boxers. Even from this angle, he saw the juices trailing down from her pussy. I didn't think a woman can get that wet, thought Izuku. Admittedly, he had seen videos of women arousal. If it were under a different circumstance, he wouldn't have opposed this. However, this is his best friend's mother and he was feeling bad for the fact that he felt like he kind of betrayed her.

"That was the audition," she told Izuku. "Now is the time for the main event." She tossed the panties aside. Her pussy was moist, throbbing, and dripping with vigor. A prickle of purple hair was present, but her pussy was bare. "I kept it shaved and wet for you...just as you like it." She smirked, sticking out her tongue. Izuku turned red. "Don't be modest, Izuku. I know that you and Kyoka looked at pro mags sometimes when you think no one is looking. I remember the one time when she helped you with a certain problem."

Sometime back in the past when Izuku thought no one was looking…

'Dude, this girl has so nice tits. Do you like that Izuku?'

'Do you think it's strange to be looking at porn together, Kyoka?'

'It's strange if you make it out to be. Why? Getting hot? Mom keeps lotion in the bathroom drawer.'

'Kyoka, gross!'

'What? You're a guy. It's only natural to masturbate. You do masturbate, don't you?'

'I won't say.'

'We are friends, right. I promise I won't say a word.'

'Cross your heart, hope to die?'

'Stick a thousand dirty disease-infected needles in my eye.'

'Okay! It hurts when I masturbate because of my foreskin.'

'Foreskin? That's it?!'

'C'mon! I just told you something intimate and you laugh?'

'Sorry, Deku. If you want. I can help you.'

'Help me with what?'

'I can help you shift your foreskin.'

'Kyoka, no way!'

'No, no. Nothing sexual. Plus, we are practically bros.'

'Promise you won't be weird.'

'A thousand dirty needles.'

'Alright! I am pulling out.'

Back to the present….

She glided her juices against his swollen dick. The veins looked angry as she became hungry by his girth. His dick was thicker than a PVC pipe and his girth was about the size of a foot-long hot dog. Curse Kyoka for having the opportunity of witnessing this immaculate, succulent work of God.

"I watched her every day shifting your foreskin until you became comfortable doing it yourself," she lifted her head in pleasure as juices were pouring out of her sloppy wet pussy. By this time, their organs were making slushing noises. "I love my daughter, but what a fucking amateur," she told firmly. Her eyes shifted to Izuku. His face was flushed. He was moaning. He was becoming lost. "I got off to you every time you can there. Seeing your face, seeing your moans. Your accidental orgasms she gave you. I didn't forget that time when she helped you masturbate. That was my greatest and worst pleasure." She sat on top of his dick.

"Seeing the love of your life being toiled with by someone else. I love my daughter, but what a fucking bitch." She produced a strong grin. Her eyes were turning heart-shaped. "I can show you how to make you feel good. What do you say, Izuku?"

"Please. Please make me cum." Izuku admittedly was in mid-orgasm hell. He felt denied as he wanted to climax. He didn't care anymore. He didn't care who was stroking him and it could be Himiko of all people. He just wanted a release.

"What was that?" She smiled at him. "Don't fight it, baby. Just let it out," she commanded him.

"Please make me cum, mistress."

"Mistress what?"

"Mistress Mika."

"Try again."

"Mika-sama."

"Close but not quite."

"Then what?"

She pressed her nose to his ear and he felt the hot breath lingering to his ears. "Please make me cum, Mommy."

Mika welcomed Izuku's dick into her cavern. Upon entry, he yelped like a puppy. He had never thought his first time was going to be this pleasurable. By this time, he began crying in pleasure. "I give Mrs. Jirou, Mom, Mommy, I give. Do what you want with me. I surrender. I just want to cum. Please."

She smiled as she came down and cradled onto him. She kissed his forehead. "That's my sweet boy, Icchan. Now, let's make a concert that going to create the best of both worlds."

She untied his hands. He closed his eyes as he thrust his dick roughly into her pussy. Izuku felt the contractions and knew that he was entering her special place. She looked with pleading eyes, allowing him the permission to enter it. He grunted as he knew he was close to coming.

"Make my pussy never forget your shape, Icchan," she cried. "Empty your load inside of me."

At that time, he threw one of Mika's legs over his shoulder to get a better angle. As he thrust in again, he heard Mika scream out in pleasure. He was surprised as she was pleased that he had hit her weak spot. He pulled out before thrusting back in, hitting that spot, again and again, as she was basking in the joy of hearing the screams and moans of pleasure that came from her beloved.

"Mrs. Jirou, I'm coming," he screamed loudly as if to the heavens.

"Come for me, baby," she screamed at him.

Izuku felt the gush of her juices escaping out of her pussy onto his dick and the sheets. Izuku kept thrusting until he finally released his load inside of her pussy. He continued to spurt with each thrust until the climax subsided.

They rode out their orgasm before Izuku collapsed onto her. As he tried to pull out, she stopped him. "Let it stay," she whispered to him. "I want to feel your warmth a little longer."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Izuku," she whispered to him.

"Yes, ma,am?"

"I love you!"

"I know you do," he replied.

"It's okay for you to not answer yet. In time, you will. In time, you will."

An hour later at The Smashing Pumpkins concert….

Mika's old friend was able to provide Mika a private booth at box seats at the stadium. Mika cheered for the band as she mentioned to Izuku that she toured with them back in the mid-1990's.

"Back in their prime, they were excellent. James Iha was my personal favorite," she purred to Izuku.

"Yes, ma'am," groaned Izuku.

Mika had Izuku sitting on her lap. Her hands were in his pants as she was massaging his dick. Izuku cringed as the tingling sensation came through and into his jeans. He leaned back onto Mika's shoulder as he felt the pleasure.

"Feeling good, baby," she asked while biting onto his ear.

"Yes, ma'am," replied Izuku. At this time, he was love drunk (or fell victim to Stockholm Syndrome) as his eyes became heart-shaped. "Can we do it again?"

"As much time as you can," she whispered to him. "We have to keep testing your microphone anyway." She kissed him on the cheek as she proceeded to do another round of playing with his dick.

Meanwhile at the security office….

As Kyoka finished craving "Death to Pigs" on the wall, the security guard opened the door.

"Okay, Ms. Jirou, your story checks out," said Miki. "You are free to go."

Kyoka cracked her phone. "Do you realize that I have missed one of the most ultimate concerts I could have witnessed? And you're telling me I am free to go."

Miki shrugged her shoulders. "Tough break, kid. Hey, you will get compensated for your time including the tickets." She pursed her lips. "Don't make this harder on yourself."

"Can you at least tell me where is Izuku?"

"Actually, Izuku left about twenty minutes ago with the Smashing Pumpkins," informed the security guard. "He did state that he will see you at the Denny's." She tossed a backstage ID. "This will let you in."

The enraged teen rocker gave the security guard the middle finger as she snatched the ID and exited the security office. As she was joining the crowd that was exiting the stadium, she saw her mother waiting on her at the exit.

She was waving at Kyoka...while wearing Izuku's shirt. "Wel-cum back, dear," she told her daughter while licking in-between her fingers.

YOOUUUU FFFUUUCCCKKKIIINNGGGG BBBBBIIIIIIITTTTTCCCCCHHHHHHH!

To be continued….

Izuku, this is Kyoka. Where are you?

At Denny's off of the Aoyama freeway with the SP! The actual group!

Stay there! I am on my way.

Are you okay, Kyoka

Just be there when I get there. Ok?

To be continued...for real this time.