Here is the second installment of 'The Queen's Game (Origins).' In this chapter, Inko catches Nemuri engaging in a forbidden play with her son. What will Inko do? What will Nemuri do to Izuku? Read and see! Enjoy!

Tears were escaping Inko's eyes. She covered her mouth to keep herself from screaming. Why was she watching her son's teacher doing things to her very loving Icchan?

"Your come is so thick and rich," she cried. "I didn't think a teenager could have such rich semen." She then grinned at she rubbed the folds of her pussy. "I am, however, quite happy that I can be the first to take the virginity of my Icchan!"

"No, no," thought Inko. She was frozen, fearful to move. She felt heavy. She was like encaged in a glass, watching the outside world unfolding as she had front row seats to Nemuri taking advantage of her son.

"Kayama-sensei," he groaned. "Please don't do this. You don't have to do this."

She smiled. "I shall. One, you are like a son I always wanted. Two, you belong to me." She shifted her pussy with his dick. Izuku yelped the moment it made contact with her pussy. She moaned in excitement. "Your dick is thick. I am glad I got it before any girl did."

She gyrated her hips, situating herself to take advantage of Izuku's virginity. She positioned herself to put her body on top of Izuku's. "There, there. Sensei is here. I won't leave you. I won't forsake you. I will stand by yourself forever, baby. I love you, dear. I am glad that you are back where you belong. How does it feel returning back to your birthplace?"

"Birthplace," questioned Izuku while straining.

"Birthplace," thought Inko.

"Yes, my dear," said Kayama-sensei while stroking his cheek. "For the time being, call me Mother."

Izuku felt the folds of her pussy tightening. It was hot but pleasurable. However, he was too prideful to admit it.

"Doesn't it feel good as we bond as mother and son," she questioned as she continued thrusting. "Feel free to empty out your seed at any time."

Izuku felt his dick tightening and hardening, going deeper into the womb. He saw the eyes of his teacher rolled back. Her breath became heavier, inciting her to give Izuku a kiss. He tasted Kayama-sensei, along with the contents of his semen and her saliva. She pried his tongue, making him swallow.

"I can't anymore," she said. "Empty out your contents. Empty out all of your worries. For now on, mommy is going to take care of everything." She tightened herself and pushed a final thrust to Izuku. "Now come for me. Come for your mother, sweetie."

"Mommy!" He lost his voice. He crackled as he released his sperm inside of her pussy. The heaviness of her body, the stickiness of their contents was getting to the best of him. He panted loudly as he continued spurting inside of Kayama-sensei.

"I can feel your love entering me," she cried while rubbing her stomach. "It is like liquid gold entering into my very body. You make your mother very proud. I am happy for you. I love you, Izuku."

"Sensei," he cried. He gave all of the strength he could. His body gave out. He felt like gelatin. Kayama-sensei got from Izuku. His semen was dripping from her leg. Her face had a glow and she was smitten with the encounter.

She kissed Izuku on the forehead. She continued giving him many pecks before stopping. "Now, Izuku, what we are doing is different," she told him. "Not many people is going to understand what are doing is nothing but love."

The emerald-haired teen exhaustedly nodded his head.

"We have to keep this a secret, okay," questioned Kayama-sensei as she was reaching for her clothes. "Please, dear. I promise to make it up to you okay?"

Izuku shook his head.

"Get some rest and we will talk about in the morning," she told him. "I have to go. Your mother should be here any minute."

Inko quickly returned to reality. She quickly got up and ran to the door. She was panting. She was frustrated. Many things were going through her mind. However, she wasn't ready to admit what she had seen.

I had a few drinks. I have been drinking. This was some weird dream. I know she wouldn't do anything like that to my son child, my Icchan, my son. He is, he is, my everything.

She maintained her composure. She opened the door before slamming it.

"I am home," she said loudly with a hint of agitation in her voice. She had every right for witnessing the teacher she considered as a little sister having sex with her son. When approaching the living room, Nemuri walked out of the hallway wearing her nightgown. She was flushed. Her cheeks were red. Her eyes weren't facing Inko. She made an awkward turn.

"Evening, onee-chan" said Nemuri as she returned to the couch. "How was your outing?"

"A bit rough on his end than mine," explained Inko while folding her arms.

"Onii-chan?"

"His flight was delayed," said Inko as she lied through her teeth. "Went to grab a few drinks at the airport bar. We managed to make it work until he left. If I would've known it was going to take that long, then I should have came home first."

"Not every time there is gonna be a good one." Nemuri made a nervous laugh. She reached for the bottle of vodka but kept fidgeting. Inko knew she was nervous. She had still yet to look at her in the eye. "How was work?"

Inko sat on the other side from Nemuri. She grabbed a spare glass and poured an unopened bottle of white wine into the glass. "As usual. Tiresome."

"No doubt." Nemuri emptied the bottle with haste. She slammed it down loudly, sighing loudly as she reached for another bottle.

"Anything eventful this evening," questioned Inko.

"Nothing," answered Nemuri. "Uneventful. On the couch watching television, drinking, and reflecting on my life of spinsterhood."

"What about with Izuku?"

Nemuri darted her eyes to Inko. A pregnant silence stirred among the women. Inko was still sipping on her glass before Nemuri blurted out an answer.

"Uneventful as well," she said nervously. "He had done his responsibilities and his assignments and then, he went to bed. I did sneak him a midnight snack. Aside from that, nothing!"

Inko hummed to that response. "You don't say. So, nothing for you either?"

"Nope! Nothing. At. All." Nemuri straightened herself out. She reached for the remote to change the television.

"Alright." Inko knew she wasn't going to get an honest answer from Nemuri. Honestly, she wanted nothing than to use the wine glass to break it and aim it for her neck. She sighed deeply, thinking about how to handle this situation. She was still surprised, shocked to see the revelation before her. "I am going to head for bed. Good night, Nemuri."

"Good night, onee-chan."

Inko left the living room with more questions than anything for Nemuri. She walked to the hallway. She bit her lip as she passed by her Icchan's room. A strong surge of energy wanted to return to the living room to attack the temptress who had robbed her Icchan's virginity. Instead, she opened the door to his room.

The lava lamp glowed brightly into his room. She saw him turned over. To think that less than fifteen minutes ago, the sleeping emerald-haired child was having his encounter. She took pleasant steps, not wanting to disturb her son. She stood over her son, watching him lightly snore in his slumber. Her lips quivered, thinking that those sheets were filled with another scent. She made a reminder to change the sheets the next morning.

It felt like yesterday when she was sitting in this very room reading stories to her Icchan about superheroes, ninjas, fairy tales, and hopes and dreams of their future.

When I grow up, I want to marry Mommy.

You're just saying that, Icchan. There will be somebody better than Mommy!

No, that is not true. You are a great mother! I love you this much!

Well, Mommy loves you, too, Icchan!

"Okaa-san." Inko widened her eyes as she saw Izuku stirring from his slumber. The teen smiled as he extended his hand to his mother's face.

"Hey, baby," she whispered to her son. "Sorry, if I disturbed you."

"Of course, not," replied Izuku. "I will always make time for you." He sat up to the bedpost. He rubbed the sleepiness from his eyes. "How was work?"

She sat at the foot of the bed, cautious to avoid any spots where Nemuri left herself. "As usual, a pain in the rear end. But what else is new?"

"That is true. I can't wait to finish school so you don't have to do that anymore, okaa-san."

She kissed his cheek. "You have always been a sweet boy, Icchan."

He blushed. "So, are you able to spend the day tomorrow with me?"

"Not too long, sweetheart. But, we do have the evening together."

"Awesome," he yelped. "Because I want to make a big, big dinner for you."

He is still the same Izuku.

"You? You can cook?"

"Yes, duh," interjected Inko. "I am doing as much as I can to take care of the fort while you are gone. Kayama-sensei has been a great help to me. She is showing me how to become a man." He turned away. "Of course, there is always Oji-san, but Kayama-sensei is teaching me in his absence. And she wants to be a great man, too!"

Yeah, Nemuri, right.

"I don't want to disturb you any longer," she said. She tucked him in the bed. "Get some rest, Icchan." She pecked him on the forehead.

"Good night, okaa-san."

"Night, sweetie."

She gave him another kiss to the forehead before leaving his room. She was fortunate that Izuku didn't see the tears escape from her eyes as she closed the door.

She returned to her bedroom. She washed her face, brushed her teeth, and brushed her hair before heading to bed. She decided not to wear any nightwear with the exception of her panties. She climbed into bed. She looked at the picture that she also kept at the office. Her lips quivered for the incident. She told herself that she hoped that it was a one-time thing. She told herself that maybe it was alcohol.

Despite closing her eyes, the images flickered in her brain. She made a prayer before going into a slumber.

Don't worry, Icchan. You will always be my number one! I will find a way to fix this!

To be continued….