It's a weekend getaway for Mitsuki and her daughter, Katsuki. What adventures ensue and what does Izuku have to do with it. Find out in "Izuku For The Weekend" on Izuku's Mothers.

Mitsuki Bakugou took a taste of her white wine. It was bitter but forced herself to swallow it. As it hit the pit of her stomach, she felt herself becoming dazed. As she didn't care for that particular taste of wine, she knew that distilled spirit would aid her with any inhibitions left onto her supple body. She hissed tenderly as she felt her bathrobe hit her supple breast. Something about the feeling of cotton hitting her nipple was invigorating to the mother. She was tickled as she consumed another swallow of the white wine. She walked a few paces to the patio. It was a beautiful afternoon at the villa where she was residing. It was made to be like a hotel. Only the elite belonged there. She found it a blessing that her husband, Masaru, belonged to an important fashion elite. An organization could allocate, better yet, allow the decadence of living in such luxury when they were away from home.

It was tucked away in a crescent-shaped cove with miniature villas spread out along the beach and a low-rise reception area almost lost in a miniature jungle of exotic shrubs and flowers. There was a doughnut-shaped swimming pool with a bar in the inner ring and stools poking up just above the level of the water. The whole place seemed to be asleep. This was certainly true of the few guests Mitsuki could see, lying motionless on sun beds. Away from their troubles and discretions of the outside world. The thoughts of paying bills, taking care of children, and worrying about their problems were dead. This villa allowed the family here to express their true desires, something that Mitsuki didn't have any trouble displaying when coming to this villa on holiday.

She was on her third sip of wine when the phone rang. It wasn't her cell phone. Mitsuki wasn't letting outside woes or interruptions disturb her holiday. It was coming from the hotel phone. Such a reminder of yesterday. The arch phone waiting for its buttons to be dialed and answered, wanting affection as it watched the people pounding on their cellular devices and laptops. It, too, wanted communication. Such an overactive imagination she declared as she used her light fingertips to pick up the phone.

In a hasten voice, she talked to the receiver. "Good afternoon, baby." No one else would have answered her call unless it came from her husband, Masaru. He was tickled, chuckling on the other hand of the receiver. "Something tells me that you have gotten the wine that was sent to you earlier."

"That I did and drank. I am grateful," she purred to him. "How did you know I was in the mood for it?"

"Just like the taste, you were uneasy until you felt its wonder," he replied. "Like castor oil."

"Mmm," she giggled as she rubbed her stomach. "So, what reason you are calling for? Work keeping you down?"

"Work is doing well, thank you," he said firmly, yet calmly. "I wanted to check on my babies as I am quite busy right now to come and see you on this holiday."

It was no surprise to Mitsuki as she ventured on holiday without her husband. His business was gaining and was finding its feet. Taking his wife Mitsuki and his daughter, Katsuki, there was an offering and a forbearance on the behalf of his absence. She was an understandable woman, knowing the priorities of a fashion designer/businessman and the wife of a businessman.

"I clearly understand, honey," she answered calmly as she lit a cigarette. "In order to have this lifestyle, sacrifices must be made."

"Thank you. Forgive me, baby," said Masaru. "How is Kacchan right now?"

"Busy right now, dear," she responded. "Quite consumed with the present you have sent here. She is must grateful right now."

She heard a grin on the other end of the receiver. "Only for the best for my darling." He paused for a moment. A pregnant silence ensued that the husband was thinking. "You know I don't have any objections on you sharing with Kacchan. I don't mind as I made for both of you all to enjoy."

Mitsuki's breath labored. It wasn't often that Masaru acquired gifts for both she and Katsuki could enjoy, but she wasn't going to turn down that offering. "You don't mind my sharing that gift with Kacchan, baby?"

"Of course not, baby. I make sure to take care of my girls in my absence," said Masaru adamantly. "The least I can do."

"I don't know what to say," said Mitsuki.

"Enjoy it, dear," said Masaru. "I won't be back until the end of the week. Have fun and enjoy yourself! I will speak to you soon. I love you."

"I love you more, baby," said Mitsuki. Mitsuki hung up the phone. Something about given the permission to have this gift was driving the blonde wild.

Granted that she loved her husband faithfully and loyally, but it was something about a younger boy that was invigorating to her. They couldn't be any boy. She wanted a boy she could control. A boy she could master. The boy was the servant and she was his master. This mindset was embedded in Mitsuki's mind since that day when she stumbled upon her daughter in a compromising position with a boy.

She alleviated those thoughts, for now, focusing on the matter at hand-her husband's present.

Katsuki nuzzled her nose in the pillow, gripping it tightly as she relished in the afterglow of her entranced pleasure. She was rubbing her hair, feeling relaxed in the warm confines of her bed. She licked her lips, tucking it tightly with her teeth as she let out a small moan. Her breath became labored. She was feeling good by the feeling of the silk sheet she requested to be put on the night before. She had prepared for this night as she knew her mother would enjoy the sheets better with their gift.

She was still moaning, the touch of the silk was arousing her in such a way. Or at least, she was telling herself that was the sole reason. The blanket was moving, bobbing up and down in the region where her groin was located. She let out a small laugh as she felt the pleasure of what was occurring down there.

"That's it," she hissed. "Keep playing with my kitty. Make it purr. Make it wet and hungry for your tongue."

"Yes, ma'am," replied the voice that belonged to Izuku.

"Stick your tongue further, baka," Katsuki said. "I want you to give it to me like last time." She hissed. "You almost got me there."

"Yes, Kacchan," he replied as he continued licking her pussy.

Mitsuki approached the bed as she saw her daughter musked in the pleasure. "Sorry to interrupt, sweethearts." Katsuki looked at her mother, still in a daze. By this time, Mitsuki was slowly disrobing. "I just got off of the phone with your father, Kacchan. He won't be back until the end of the week."

The blonde clapped for joy. "Yes! It means that we have the adorable baka, Icchan, to ourselves all week."

Katsuki lifted Izuku's head as Mitsuki grabbed him. He squirmed as Mitsuki commenced to rub his nipples. Mitsuki licked her lips as he didn't flinch. Izuku was their present and their present had to do whatever the girls desire.

"I love it when they are so nubile," said Mitsuki alluringly. "Kacchan, care to join me?"

"Of course, mother," said Katsuki as she proceeded in licking his nipples.

Izuku flinched as Katsuki gripped his nipple with her teeth and with her free hand pinching the other one. Mitsuki then glided her hand down his chest, past his stomach, and onto his throbbing member. His eyes tightened as her hand gripped his below and she bit down on his ear, causing a rush of strained breath to escape his mouth.

Katsuki broke away. "I can tell you are doing great," she told her mother. "Baka is beginning to leak cloudy fluids."

"Then, I suggest to make him leak more," the mother purred.

Mitsuki moved her fingers in a steady and rhythmic pattern along the underside of his shaft, further exciting his member. She commenced to stroking his hard, leaking dick. Izuku leaned back, tilting his head on her, gripping to her neck in response. Katsuki didn't hesitate to lower herself to his dick. "Allow me to accommodate," she said as she assisted the stroking motion while her mother continued to stimulate his dick.

Izuku started breathing heavily as the women went on, quicker and harder, his mind flooded like a swimming pool. He could feel the back of his head against hers, kisses and nibbles moving from his earlobe to his tender neck. The pressure was building and he started to thrust his hips, hearing bobbing and sloppy, slobbering noises from Katsuki as she wanted a taste of his milk.

"Girls, this is feeling good," he said. "This isn't right, but I am getting close. I am getting close." Those words were enough to make them go faster. Izuku gripped tightly to Mitsuki as he knew he was going to come in her daughter's mouth.

"I am coming," he said to the girls. Katsuki pulled out in time as she welcomed the sperm on her face. She felt the hotness of his sperm. She pulled some semen from her face. It reminded her of cobbed webs. She licked her fingertip with his sperm. She cooed and judging the expression she was making, Mitsuki guessed she was approved.

"Delectable." She continued licking his contents until her fingers were wiped clean. She gathered some semen that dripped onto her stomach. She showed it to her mother. "Care to taste?"

"Sure," replied Mitsuki. "Since you always enjoy giving me leftovers." Mitsuki licked the seminal remnants from her daughter's fingertip. The taste of a young, nubile boy always aroused the temptress, she thought to herself. She swallowed the contents, hoping for more.

"So, baka. Enjoyable?" Katsuki was smiling as she looked at the stunned Izuku.

"I...I don't know what to say," said Izuku honestly.

"It won't matter. You are our gift, therefore, your goal is to serve us," said Katsuki while grinning. "Oh, God, mother. I can't wait for us to do more."

Mitsuki nodded in agreement. "Believe, darling. By the end of the holiday, Izuku will be begging us to give him this."

To be continued….