Izuku kept close to his scarf as he was combating the chill. Amazing how the season can change without warning. It wasn't even a week ago when he was sporting shorts and a plain t-shirt. Now, he had to pull out the autumn clothes from storage. Amazing how much things can change. Even in the tides of a relationship. Before leaving the house, he just had a conversation with his father via phone. His father was still overseas in Dubai. Even as he was across the world, the businessman continued to give his son advice.
'I can hear it in your voice that something is going on, Icchan,' his father said.
'What granted that, Pops,' asked Izuku worriedly.
'Son, I am your father. A father knows when there is a girl in your life,' mentioned his father with a light chuckle. His father had mentioned to Izuku that his father did the same when he was about his age. He said that it was his breathing pattern whenever the topics on girls were discussed.
'Well, I can't say I have a girl. I will say I am talking to a girl.' Izuku couldn't say a woman. Honestly, he wouldn't know how to describe Mitsuki. The only interaction they shared was when she performed oral sex in her home. Occasional texts and phone calls. She floated around the subject to avoid suspicion. She wanted to wait for the right time whenever Katsuki had something to do.
'Well, son. You are quite a charmer. Maybe a Casanova,' said his father. 'Be as it may, I won't force anything on you. But, one thing. If you are what I think you might do, just be careful.' His father couldn't speak any further as his lunch break was over. He did leave one more piece of advice. 'Go into the wardrobe and search into my golf bag. In case you need a peace of mind.'
The sound of the bus spurting gas fumes as it crossed the street startled him. For a moment, he had actually forgotten he was outside. Lately, his brain was where he had resided over the last couple of days. Teenage woes, his mother stated. Inattentiveness, Kayama-sensei said. The touch of a woman, he concluded.
Mitsuki texted him following the conversation he had with his father. Prior to today, she contacted before bed. She informed him that Katsuki was going to spend the night over at his grandparents as he needed to go to boxing lessons on that side of town. She stated that her husband was overseas conducting business with a fashion agency in South Africa. So, the entire day was going to be met for them.
Nervousness, pressure, stress. All were built in his young, novice, somewhat feeble mind. What started as trouble turned into a trade to keep one from telling. Who was the responsible one? Her? Or him?
He wouldn't have much time. Her apartment block was just around the corner. Mitsuki said that the complex she used whenever she wanted alone time. Whatever that meant, thought Izuku as he pressed the button to enter the elevator.
It wouldn't surprise Izuku if this wasn't Mitsuki's first time pursuing an unsuspecting boy into her cusp of a bosom.
He shouldn't be jealous. He shouldn't honestly be there. Even as he glided the buttons to find her floor, he had an ample amount of opportunity to stop this. Turn around, go home, end this.
He couldn't. He just didn't have what it takes. It was something about the blonde housewife that kept him from leaving. Her voice, her hands, her touch, her mouth. Sweet, sweet noise that became inescapable. Like chocolate dipped with a hot knife, the sensation of the fiery, sweet passion remained into his thought.
Even to the point that whenever he masturbated, girls like Momo or Ochako or Camie, even Melissa wasn't in the equation. Honestly, they were no longer a faction. Mitsuki was the derivative aching to solve the complexities of this teen.
In other words, he had met the prerequisites to move forward to a more mature challenge.
In case someone where to look, she mentioned to Izuku as he stepped out on her floor, she went under a former maiden name of her mother's.
On the first door to his life. Inoue Mitsuki.
She told him to knock distinctively three times. One on top, one on the bottom, one in the center.
The intercom produced a sound. "That you, kid?"
"Yes, ma'am," said Izuku nervously. He reached into his back pocket. He wanted to be sure that he had a piece of his father's advice handy in which if something was to occur. In which he knew that it was going to happen.
The door opened. Izuku's hands were clammy. A tremor alerted him from the soles of his heart to the center of his chest.
Mitsuki, the mother of Katsuki, the housewife of Mr. Bakugou. She stood unashamedly in the door frame. She sported nothing but a white apron that barely covered her assets. She didn't speak further. She knew that Izuku needed time to digest what was presented to him.
She was the mother of Katsuki. No time. No time for anything. Act now, ask questions never.
Fuck the chef was written on her apron. Apparently, kissing wasn't going to be enough.
Izuku's breath was laboring. He began shaking as he was producing an erection in his pants. The cool chill entered, but the heat within kept the warmth. She pursed her lips, pulling Izuku's scarf in her direction.
"Don't be shy, my cute brat," she told him alluringly. "Let your Auntie keep you warm." She pressed her lips onto his. As if spices were crackling when cooked, he was reintroduced to her lips. It was a welcoming feeling. No further explanations. Mitsuki got what she was looking for and Izuku didn't fail to deliver. Izuku allowed her tongue to enter his mouth. He became entranced. She pulled his hair with one hand and reaching for his pants with another. She didn't hesitate as she dropped his pants.
And the couple was barely into the home.
Izuku managed to break the kiss, realization that the door was opened and someone could have seen. He pushed the door shut with his foot. By this time, Mitsuki removed her apron, showcasing her tits to Izuku.
"Let's make another trade," she said seductively. She sat at the stoop. She spread her legs wide enough to see her pussy. "I left it wet for you, rearing for action, I-zu-ku."
He had always knew she was abrasive. He just thought she was something of the romantic kind. She snapped her fingers. "Do you want this or not, Izuku?"
Izuku nodded in approval.
"Good! Now, come to me, darling. Now!"
Izuku followed suit. He had nervously positioned himself to his knees. As if his dick was a compass, his cardinal rose directed North. Izuku couldn't believe that he was on the verge of losing his virginity.
The condom.
He tried reaching for his back pocket to retrieve. However, Mitsuki grabbed hold to his hard cock. "Don't fret on me now, sugar."
"I have protection," he said hesitantly.
A haughty laugh was produced. "Silly Izuku. Understand that is why I am on the pill." She clicked her tongue. "Plus, why waste your first time on a shield when there is a sopping wet piece of gibblet pie that needs some milk." She licked her lips. "You owe me, you sexy brat."
She lied down against the floor. Izuku positioned himself to where she assisted in guiding his dick. Upon contact, his phallus entered her pussy. It felt hot as if someone pour hot tea on his dick. She shushed him. "Relax, relax. Auntie isn't going anywhere. Now, let it slide right on in." Gradually, he pushed his dick further and further into her pussy. Once again, he had never thought he would be doing this with Katsuki's mom.
He felt his dick could go as far as he could. "There you go, Izuku," she said. "Now push in back and forth to create motion." Following suit, he did. He made the first thurst.
"Hmm," she moaned.
"Oh, no. I am sorry," he said worriedly.
"No, sweetie. That was good. You did good. Keep going. I will let you know when to stop."
Izuku understood. He tried thinking that he was doing push-ups. So much so, his stance was in that position. He continued grinding into her pussy in order to get the motion. He must be doing well as she continued to hiss and lick her lips. From time to time, she would grab her tits and knead it like bread.
Izuku continued to do what he can in order to feel good and to make her feel good. "Rougher, baby," she told him. She grabbed his neck and pushed him forward onto her body. Izuku gasped as he felt her pussy tightening inside of his dick. He felt like a prey caught into a web. A pleasure web, if he could add.
"There you go, baby," she said. "Make me feel good. There you go." Mitsuki honestly admitted that this wasn't her best lay. However, she gave good effort. She knew that he has plenty of practice to do before achieving her an orgasm. Nevertheless, she wasn't going to kill his spirit. In some way, she really did care for Izuku. However, enough feelings as she wanted to fill his milk entering her womb.
"Oh, I am...feeling…like...I am going to...shoot!" Izuku released his sperm inside of her pussy. His eyes rolled back as he felt the first pleasures of an orgasm inside of a woman. Mitsuki stroked his hair as he continued spurting inside of her. He, then, collapsed onto her. She kissed his cheek. "Good boy! You have done well. Another transaction completed."
The warm water of the bathtub was soothing to Mitsuki and Izuku as they sat quietly. Izuku lied his head against her bosom. Mitsuki wrapped her arm around his neck as she took a smoke of a cigarette.
She inhaled slowly, her system responding to the smoke, and she felt her lungs being wrapped by a warm blanket. Taking small, slow draws of the cigarette, she felt delighted, like she had never felt before. "Smoke," she asked.
"No, thank you."
"You're welcome," she said. "Don't need other vices controlling you anyway."
"In fact, I am going to take your offer on that cigarette."
She crossed her legs, displaying a sense of pleasure. "Smart choice."
Izuku closed his eyes as the cigarette was inserted into his mouth. She flickered the light to began his first smoke. He sucked the smoke deep into his lungs. He knew of the warnings of tobacco smoke, but didn't care. He held it there trapped, thinking how his lungs must hate him now having so little regard for them they must be screaming at his at the top of their lungs-he refused to smile- those poor dying little cells that only wanted his well; how could he do this to them? He craved oxygen now but not until his entire body got the message that he was crazy and not to be trifled with.
He wasn't sure but he felt he could have done better with his first time. He felt that Mitsuki was being nice.
"For the record, Izuku. It's your first time. Don't beat yourself up," she told him as she took his cigarette from him. "In time, you will do better. Now, just relax with me." She kissed the back of his neck as she passed the cigarette back to him.
He tried not to think about. He just leaned his head onto Mitsuki as he tried to enjoy the moment. Unsure how long it would last. But, until then, he wasn't going to complain.
To be continued….