Inko Midoriya looked both ways as he and Izuku crossed the street as they approach Mitsuki's house. She thought last week's cooking club was a success. She still licked her fingers after tasting Mitsuki and her group's milk-battered pepperoni pizza. To her, it was one of the best pizzas she has tasted in years. She patted Izuku on his back as they were approaching the residence.

"Thank you, dear, for helping me last week," she said. "A yummy success!" She bumped his shoulder with her elbow. "Consider yourself lucky to be surrounded by lovely, older women." She winked at him. "No boy would resist being surrounded by them."

Izuku didn't answer, confirming by nodding to his mother. He couldn't shake the feeling after getting his first handjob. It felt pleasurable. It was forced but he liked it. Even as he jerked off and had phone sex with Ochako, it didn't feel good enough. Her hands were soft as play-dough. Her grip was perfect, pinching areas that stimulated him. His climax felt like he was a failure to launch. He didn't stay on the phone with Ochako long. He kissed her through the phone before returning to imitate the same feeling.

It wasn't the same.

"I am grateful that Mitsuki invited you to her home," she said to him as they pressed the button to the elevator. "Poor Kacchan is out of town with his father. She liked you so much that she wanted your touch." She giggled. "I must say you were quite a hit."

Yeah, quite a hit...and a handful as well, mother. "Yes, ma'am. Thank you for letting me join you."

She kissed his forehead. "You are sweet to me. Thank you for being a wonderful son."

He returned her kiss. "Thank you."

She blushed. "For what?"

"For thanking me."

The elevator door opened. They walked down the corridor as they approached the Bakugou residence.

Earlier at the Bakugou residence….

The kitchen was quite lively as Mitsuki was putting out the ingredients for today's cooking club. As she mentioned the girls (and personally Izuku) that they were making milk-fed veal. She wasn't alone as her cohorts Mika Jiro, Mrs. Uraraka, and Mrs. Yaoyorozu were at the residence. The other housewives were coming at their respective times.

Mika was sipping tea while looking at a magazine. Mrs. Yaoyorozu was on her phone checking on her stocks. Mrs. Uraraka got off the phone with her daughter.

"Mikoto," she said to Mrs. Uraraka. "Are you ready for your debut?"

The older replica of Ochako began blushing as she tugged onto her apron. "Nervous, but certain to make Izuku mine." At least I get to receive a taste before my daughter. I am so excited!

"Mikoto can do this," said Mika as she flipped through the pages. "She has that motherly instinct that makes anybody melt." She held out her hand. "Plus with Miko's big juggs, Izuku would fall into it like pillows or soft marshmallows."

"My, my, Mika," said Mrs. Yaoyorozu as she put down her phone. "Sounds like somebody is getting a little frisky."

What the others didn't know about them or honestly didn't care, from time to time, the girls ventured out on their own (outside of the cooking club) to further explore their sexual identity. Of course, Mitsuki was the leader. Mika served second-in-command. Mayuko (Mrs. Yaoyorozu (decides to reveal her name)) was the brains and Mikoto (Mrs. Uraraka) was the brawn. However, when it came to seeking pleasures, they all had commonality.

The girls weren't afraid of perusing host clubs, male strip clubs, and calling local boys at nearby love motels for some actions. Even occasionally when there weren't any boys, the girls engaged in lesbian play. Of course, the other housewives like Beru (Mrs. Asui) and Rei (Mrs. Todoroki) were aware of their actions, but rarely got involved, citing various reasons.

"Look, I will tell you that getting a taste of Miko's pussy is like a slice of heaven," said Mitsuki as she rubbed her stomach. "Izuku would appreciate that. Especially if he plans to get your egg," she winks.

Mrs. Uraraka blushed. "Ochako is different. She wouldn't go to those measures."

Mrs. Yaoyorozu seeped her tea. "Look at it as Izuku will get experience before he gets with your daughter."

Mika clapped her hands. "Enough about children. Remember our creed. As of now, we have a plan."

Mitsuki crossed her arms. "Mika is right. We have made our plan of action and will carry it out." She turned to Mrs. Uraraka. "Ready?"

Mrs. Uraraka gave her thumbs up. "Ready!"

Returning to the present….

Mitsuki delightfully greeted the Midoriya family into the home. "Inko, welcome," she told her as they exchanged pecks on the cheek. "So glad for you to come to join us this evening."

"A pleasure. Thank you for coming to mine last week," said Inko as she took off her shoes.

"Some of the girls are here," said Mitsuki. "Tea and biscuits in the living room. Wine is in the refrigerator. Enjoy yourself." She turned to Izuku, giving him bedroom eyes. "Hello, sailor boy."

Izuku blushed, which made his mother laughed. "Never dropping it, Mitsuki," she asked.

"What can I say, he was quite adorable," she purred. Enough for not Inko to recognize, but Izuku felt the itch in his pants.

Inko laughed as she walked toward the living room, leaving Mitsuki and Izuku alone. Once she knew Inko was out of the way, she held onto Izuku's dick.

"Shh! Don't need your mother to know, sailor boy," she whispered tenderly. She rubbed through his pants affectionately. "Couldn't get enough of last week, did you?"

He nodded to Mitsuki as he was turning red.

"You love how I made you feel good," she asked him alluringly.

"Yes, ma'am," he whispered.

Mitsuki was tickled on his honesty. She wanted more but knew that she didn't have time. She whispered in his ear. "Hang tight for me for the time being. You are going to the bathroom. I have something for you to try until we can be together."

"We can't now," he asked.

"Not now, sailor boy. I have to host," she said while giggling. She released his dick as he felt he was being neglected. "We will make time, I promise." She slapped his ass. "Izuku is going to use the bathroom in my bedroom," she told Inko. "The main one is on the fritz."

Inko hummed as she was too focused on drinking with Mika and Mayuko (Mrs. Yaoyorozu).

Mitsuki gripped onto his ass for a moment, slapping it as she released him. She licked her lips as she saw his ass. "Honey-glazed cinnamon roll," she said under her breath.

Mitsuki's bathroom….

Izuku didn't know what Mrs. Bakugou meant as a surprise. He tried not to think too hard as he slid the doors opened in the bathroom. Inside, his mouth dropped when seeing the scene. The display reminded him of early 20th century homes in New England. The bathroom was moderately large. The sink stood in the middle of the floor. From his position, he saw water running from the bidet. As he walked forward, he saw the tub was alone. There were no curtains. Everything was white and marbled. The walls, the tub, the sink, everything.

"Izuku."

Standing beside him was the replica of Ochako. She stood in her nakedness. She was unashamed, exposing herself to the nubile, emerald-haired child. She pursed her lips, giving him a smirk as she, too, knew that he was pitching a tent in his pants.

"Evening, Izuku," she said in a calm tone. "Glad you are here! I am here to serve you and to make you feel good." She lowered her eyes, which gave chills as it reminded him of Ochako. "Come to me."

In front of him was an inflated mattress. Accompanying the mattress, the naked beauty awaited him and extended her arms to him.

"Come to me," she purred, pulling him into her bosom. His face was buried in her breast. She kissed his forehead, cradling his hair. She grabbed him by the chin. She blew on his kiss. He winced as he closed his eyes. She slid her finger down his spine, leaving him with a shiver. "Are you happy with your surprise. Auntie Mitsuki did this just for you."

Izuku was hesitant to answer, for he was afraid to speak. His erection was now demanding for its release. She drew his ears to his blushed face. She tilted his chin, forcing to look at her. "Not saying a word doesn't answer my question." She pressed her face to his ear. "Let me ask you again. Look at us talking and hugging like lovers. Are you happy with your surprise, my dear?" She finished the sentence by blowing in his ear. He rattled, coughing as he was trying to speak.

"Room for another?"

Izuku turned around to see another mother. She, too, was standing in her nakedness. It was Kyoka's mother, Mika Jiro.

"Mika, what are you doing here?"

She giggled. "Inko's a bit drunk." She looked at Izuku. "Your mother is such a light drinker. Doesn't take much." She came from behind him. She grabbed him by his ass. "Now, let's get rid of these pesky clothes."

"Where is she," asked Mrs. Uraraka.

"Drunk calling her husband. And knowing for her, she will be a while," she purred as she reached for Izuku's belt.

Meanwhile in Mitsuki's kitchen….

Being a woman of her word, she was cooking milk-fed veal. As she put it in the stove, she saw Inko pacing back and forth talking strongly at her husband.

You son-of-a-bitch! You call yourself a father? Can never be home for anything!

Work, work, work. As if you want to die from karoshi.

What happened to our passion? All you want to do is sleep.

Mitsuki was tickled of the drunken Inko. However, she felt her pain. All of the housewives were neglected pleasure from their husbands. They wouldn't be in this predicament if they were. Mitsuki looked at her cell phone to view the scene. She licked her lips as she watched her friends making a homemade glaze for each other.

She heard a knock at the door.

"It's open," she said.

The door opened and in came Rei Todoroki and Beru Asui.

Beru laughed the moment she saw Inko. "Had some of that old moonshine? Ribbit!?

Mitsuki nodded. "Inko always had a weak constitution."

"Yeah, but we are here now. What's the stance on Izuku," asked Rei.

"Easy." Mitsuki showed her phone.

Back in the bathroom….

Izuku lied on Mika like a pillow as Mikoto looked at his pecker. "So, this is the pecker that Ochako imagined tasting and fucking. Allow me to have a taste to see if I approve." She was slow, laying her tongue on the head. She wanted more pressure on the phallus until she tasted the precum from his dick. She moaned as she licked around the area. With her free hand, she caressed his balls. Izuku grabbed hold to Mika's breasts to muffle his moans. This was the first time to experience the pleasure of his liking.

Mikoto pushed forward. His dick was entering into her throat. She thrust at a moderate pace. Not enough to make him climax, but for assurance that he was feeling pleasurable. She looked at Izuku as he reveled in the pleasure. She was happy. She was enjoying every moment of Izuku and was making sure he was feeling good.

Mika licked his ear while pinching his nipples. "Enjoying the show, Izuku? Let your aunties make you feel good."

Back in the kitchen….

Rei and Beru covered their mouths when seeing Izuku's blessed girth. "My God! He is built," said Beru. "No way he could fit my pussy, ribbit!"

"Enji is rough on his own. But with Izuku," she said as she shivered. "I wouldn't walk for a week."

Mitsuki slapped her thigh. "That works for me. Getting tired of random strangers. We need someone is who trustworthy and reliable."

"Agreed, ribbit," said Beru.

"Quite true," confirmed Rei. She turned around to see the drunken Inko now passed out on the couch. "Think we might have time after them?"

Mitsuki looked at her watch. "Not enough time. Maybe. But be patient." She put the phone in the center. "Still let's enjoy and watch."

"Can't wait for his dick to enter me," purred Beru. "Tsuyu wouldn't know how to handle it, ribbit!"

"Feeling my insides and soothing my soul at the same time," said Rei.

Back in the bathroom….

"Mrs. Uraraka, this is feeling good," he said. "I am getting close. I am getting close." Those words were enough to make Mikoto go faster. Izuku gripped Mrs. Jiro's breast as he knew he was going to come in her mouth. The mouth of his friend's mother. She gave it the final push before he released his seed. She backed away as the seed shot harshly into her mouth like a piston. The rest of his seed spilled all over his stomach. Some got on Mika's hands and face. They both felt the hotness of his sperm.

Mikoto 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, he guessed she was approved.

"Delectable." Mikoto continued licking his contents until her fingers were wiped clean. Seeing the mess on his stomach, Mika rubbed her fingers to taste his semen. "It's delectable," concurred Mika. "No way in hell does this boy contains that kind of spunk."

Mika turned to Mikoto. "No way are we finished," she purred.

"Agreed," concurred Mikoto as they turned to Izuku.

Izuku was speechless. He felt strange, funny, and overall...unsatisfied.

To be continued….