She found the button on the vibrator she always kept in the corner of the closet. She used it on days whenever Shouto wasn't home or she was in the mood. Why not? Her husband hasn't been home in quite some time. An agreement was made between the parties to take a break for the time being. It didn't matter to her. Before they made their vows, there wasn't any love. It was just a simple arrangement following an omiai. She wanted children. He wanted power over his children.
The shock and intensity of the vibrator as she felt its power, dancing in her hand. She opened her mouth to ingest the much-needed desire she wanted, she craved. There haven't been any other men besides her husband. Even if she wanted another, she couldn't find one that could satisfy her. She removed the guard of a mother as she transitioned into a woman. Wearing nothing, basking in her nakedness, the beast returned as she jumped on the couch. Another afternoon with her familiar friend. The vibrating plastic acquainted itself once again around her clit. She let it vibrate on her bean so she could feel its rumbling. She wanted her kitty to purr, letting out the cream so the vibrator can partake.
Her hips pressed forward as she welcomed her vibrator back to its sacred place. She gritted her teeth, mindnumbing anything that identified her as a mother. No, she wanted to return to the days before she met the Endeavor, the pitiful man she called her husband, the father of their children. Back when she was free and had a peace of mind. Back when she was liberal with her decision before sacrificing it for a man who wouldn't now give her a passing glance.
He sent money regularly, ensuring that his children were to be fed. She forbade further thoughts. Her kitten now needed feeding.
Her knees spread slowly, her heart pounded. The sensation, the pleasure, the relief, the tension all rolled into one as she delved into her vibrator. This vibrator gave her more pleasure in the last few years then her poor excuse of a husband. She gave it a nickname, but she could never say it out loud. Just the thought made her nipples erect, grinning as she placed it further into her moisten cavern.
Images of the person in question flooded her mind. The boy she doesn't speak of, the boy who cares for others. Whatever phrase she gave him was put into the vibrator, the unspoken nickname. The very thing she was concentrating on obtaining a climax.
The boy she doesn't speak of. The boy she shouldn't speak of. The boy who cares for others.
As for now, she moaned to herself the name that he was called by her son and his classmates.
"Oh, Mother of God" she moaned. She was breathless. She could almost feel his face between her thighs; the gloriously coarse sensations of his face nuzzling into her sweet cavern; the way his tongue would dive into her as he sucked her clit and brought her just out of reach of climax time and time again. "Mmm, baby, I need you so badly! Oooh God, please Deku, fuck me, Deku!"
She pushed the vibrator further inside of her cavern. She licked her lips, letting her saliva slide from her mouth. She closed her eyes thinking of the things that Izuku could do to her.
Is he a good kisser? Is he nimble when touching a girl's body? His tempo, is it fast or is it slow? Would he be a gentle lover to his woman? Will he be gentle to me?
The pulsing walls of her pussy gripped the vibrator tightly. Her moans and groans of pleasure filled the air, and her hips rocked as she worked the plastic member inside her fervently. Just a few more twists of the wrist and thrusts deep into her burning womb and a cascade of pleasure overwhelmed her.
"I am coming, my Deku," she screamed, "I am coming." She climaxed as her juices sprayed onto her pants and onto the couch. Pleasure spilled throughout her body as she continued to jerk her vibrator until all of her juices would come out. It was over. Her pleasure ebbed as she dropped on the floor in exhaustion.
"Mom, are you home?"
She was still dazed when she heard the sound of her son calling her name from the hallway. She quickly pulled reach for her clothes so her son wouldn't catch her in her act. Searching for a quick spot to hide her vibrator, she rolled it under the couch. The living room was hardly used, so she wasn't as concerned. Once she was dressed, she straightened her dress out, regained her composure and walked into the hallway.
Her son, Shouto, was taking off his shoes. Her eye spotted a visitor. Her heart became fluttered when seeing that Shouto brought Izuku with him. She was glad that Shouto and Izuku have been getting along. He needed a friend to come over and visit. It also gave her an excuse to observe this Izuku Midoriya.
"Welcome home, son," she told Shouto. She winked at Izuku. "Glad that you are here too as well, Izuku." She saw how nervous he was as he rubbed the back of his head. "Thank you, Aunt Todo." He bowed before her.
To Izuku, Mrs. Todoroki was Aunt Todo. She didn't mind the name that Izuku gave her. She looked at it as a term of endearment. She was tickled as he stumbled over the slippers as he was attempting to put on. It didn't go without notice from Shouto, causing the child to laugh.
"Jesus, Deku, you can be a klutz," said the white-haired child as he stuck out his tongue. "I am going to change clothes. While I get the video game set up, go and get some snacks for us." He looked at his mother. "You wouldn't mind, Deku, waiting down here?"
She shook her head in disagreement. "As always, none at all. Izuku always enjoyed my company." She stared at the green-haired child. "Right, Izuku?"
His face became flushed. He felt the alluring tone the mother gave him. He bowed before her once more. "Certainly, Aunt Todo. I don't mind waiting."
Shouto patted the railing on the stairs. "Cool! I am going to get set up. See you in a bit, Deku." Mother Todoroki watched her son head upstairs before having her alone time with her Deku. there was a pregnant silence between the pair. Izuku looked down as he put on his slippers.
"You don't mind spending time with me. Don't you, I-zu-ku?"
Izuku's breath began to labor but kept his composure for the sake of himself and his beating heart. "No, ma'am. I always love spending time with y...spending time with this family. You are near and dear to me."
"Aren't you, sweet," said Mother Todoroki. "Let's go inside of the kitchen and I will get you guys set up. Okay?"
She allowed him to enter the kitchen first. She inhaled the scent that was looming from the teen. It was the scent of perspiration. The scent of a teen that was budding into her man. She kept her composure, trying her hardest not to become wet. She realized in her haste that she forgot to put on her bra and her tights. She told herself that she wasn't going to do anything to the child.
However, the more he came over, the hardest it was to resist temptation.
To be continued….