Hey, readers! Big Diesel and [girlfriendoftheauthor] are here with another chapter for "Izuku's Mothers." I know we have changed the name of this story many times but hopefully, this will stick. As a reminder, this is a work of fiction. All characters portrayed in this modern AU are at the age of consent. Warning- the story will feature strong sexual content that includes footjobs and foot fetish. Discretion is strongly advised. This is an OOC Izuku x OOC Nemuri story. Enjoy!
It was on a Wednesday at the sporting goods store at the mall was where Izuku can be found. He was in the fitting room trying out swimming wear for his next visit with Kayama-sensei. He wasn't alone. Itsuka, Shouto, and Momo were the group to join the emerald child on his venture. On the surface, he told his friends, as they were going to the mall, that he needed to go so he can try out some gear. They didn't mind. They enjoyed the company. Along with Itsuka and a $10 finder's fee, the crew made their adventure to the mall.
Izuku has been trying different outfits for about an hour. Normally, he would never fathom trying out clothes, let alone stepping foot into a clothing store, but he wanted a swimsuit that labeled him as "mature."
He stepped out of the fitting room. Itsuka was on her cell phone reading an online magazine before seeing the next swimsuit Izuku was going to display.
The redheaded tomboy waved her hands with a tilt. "It's so-so, but it doesn't say, I am a grown man. It says I am a target for pedophiles."
"Damn it," replied Izuku, displaying his frustration. "This is the thirteenth pair I've tried." He hit himself in the face. "Where is my direction?"
Itsuka intervened, which was typical for the best friend of many years. "If you want my advice, you are trying too hard." She looked around the other swimsuits he had tried out. "You want something that shows I can do my job. Not like you are starring in a bad, poor-quality porno."
"That was the point," interjected Izuku with strong certainty in his voice. "I wanted something that showed my goods. Giving her a view of my assets."
Itsuka grinned, showing her humor. "For cleaning a pool? Dude, this is Kayama-sensei! I honestly don't think she gives a damn about how you look. We are teens!"
He looked away. He still hasn't had the heart to tell him of his previous encounters with Kayama-sensei. Since his last visit, she has kept their usual relationship with each other. She remained friendly, spoke casually with him, and always present to bid him farewell when he left. Occasionally, she displayed her flirtations through winking, blowing kisses, and mouthing words like, I miss you or Can't wait to see you again.
He saved the image of her bathrobe and put it on his computer. He kept it as fuel whenever he had the urge to release some tension. He did not tell Itsuka because he feared the repercussions of his seeing an older woman. Normally, he didn't keep secrets from Itsuka. But this time, he had to keep this in secrecy.
"I know I am a teen, dudette! But a kid can dream, can I," said Izuku with a fake pout.
"A dreamer you are, my friend," concluded Itsuka as she tried another outfit for him to wear. "Give this one a go." He gave the swimsuit to him. "It is green and it fits you."
"You always pick green!"
"Well, green suits you."
"What about color coordination?"
"And why does it matter? Once again, this is Kayama-sensei, not idols like Ragdoll, Muriko, or Pixie-bob!"
"Alright, I will give it a go," said Izuku as he returned back to the fitting room. "Damn, Itsuka. Remind me not to come to you for clothing advice at our next mixer."
"Love you too, sweetness." She clicked her tongue. "Knowing very well you will follow whatever I tell you anyway, you freaking nerd!"
"You know...you know what?" He snapped his fingers. "Tch! You win this round."
"Don't mention it."
He flipped her off as he closed the door on the dressing room stall. As he trying out his outfit, Itsuka came to the front of his stall. "Hey, Izuku, can I ask you something?"
"I may have your answer, your highness! Ask away!"
Itsuka checked for dirt under her nails before immediately answering the question. Izuku knew the intervals of this particular silence meant that the tomboy had a serious question. He shook his head as he wished she applied it into school and not into sports, shoujo manga, and Korean dramas.
"You know," she paused while rubbing the soles of her feet. "I have been thinking of asking a guy out on a date."
Izuku raised his eyebrow as he had to pause on that question. "Wow," he said in a surprised voice. "That definitely came out of nowhere."
She stamped her feet. "What? Can't think I can get a man?"
"Not that. Whatever happened to your notion of 'forgot boys, get paid?'" He furrowed his eyebrows teasingly. Izuku was grateful to not see across the stall as he can feel the heat of the upcoming embarrassment towards her.
"It gets lonely, Izuku," answered Itsuka. "Plus, we are sixteen and everybody is going out."
"So? Everybody goes out and breaks up every day, girl. No stats necessary."
"You sound like a pessimist!"
"Not a pessimist. A realist!" He observed the mirror. He was still contemplating, if not having reservations about showing his goods. He didn't want to come off as lecherous. "And besides, Suka." He can now feel the heat since he used her nickname in public. "I try my best to not live the norms of when society thinks it is time to get a girlfriend or in your case, a boyfriend. And last time I've checked, society doesn't pay my bills."
"Of course, Izzy. Our parents do!"
"Still not getting my point."
"I know," replied Itsuka as she strained her voice. "Don't you want to date, have fun, and get your willy wet? By now, you probably get tired of beating your meat."
"Unapologetically unashamed either," interjected Izuku with a tone of pride. "The best primal tool on God's earth next to the onahole! Doesn't talk back, no pillow-talking, and no chances of cheating."
"Wow, Izuku. Your retorts!"
"What about them?"
"Nothing. Just...surprised!"
"You know you love me for it. Plus, if my hands ever get cramped, you have the privilege of substituting my hand with yours."
"Fuck off, Deku! By then, I should be with a man."
"A man who enjoys their woman playing roller derby, contact sports, and prefers fast cars and action movies?" He smirked. "I am looking forward to meeting her."
"Fuck you, Izuku," she said teasingly as she hit the stall.
"I thought we had already established that it will be your hand that does the fucking."
"You...you...you know what, you win this," she clapped gently. "Well done, Izuku."
"Don't mention it."
A few minutes later….
"I like this outfit," said Izuku as he opened the door to show it to Itsuka.
"Looks nice," answered Itsuka as she gave him a thumbs up. "It says LFO and 98 Degrees of 1998!"
"Baka, stop. If anything I am looking like Steph with that 30 for 30."
Itsuka burst out in laughter. "Deku, please. If anything, you are Shaq at the free throw line."
"Ha! Ha! Ha!" Izuku returned to the stall to take off his swim shorts. "But, back at the point. Don't feel pressure about being single. If your time aligns with your season, Itsuka, then it will happen.
"Jesus, Deku, have you been seeing my mother?"
"Not since I accidentally walked in on her and her boyfriend on the kitchen table."
"Oh, yeah. She still turns pink whenever she sees you." She leaned against the stall. "Still, don't think I enjoy masturbating as much as the next girl. You should know. We used to do it together when we were younger."
"On Pyrrha's soul, please don't bring that up again." He grabbed his cheeks as he didn't want to remember the experimentation the duo did together when they were back in their middle school years.
"Having someone care about doesn't hurt," cried Itsuka. "Reiko has a man. Toru is dating. Katsuki made some poor, wretched girl his. Hell, even Yui has a boyfriend."
"Wait a minute? Silent beauty has been taken?! The silent beauty?"
"Yeah! Tenya asked her out!"
"Whoa! Why didn't I hear this?"
"It was the talk of the school. They even announced it at the committee meeting after school two days ago." She knocked on the stall. "Where in the hell have you been, Deku? As a matter of fact, where were you by the way? You were in charge of spreading the flyers."
Two days earlier….
It was the end of the school day as Izuku was one of the last to leave for the day. He had a full night ahead of him - homework he wasn't going to do, catching up on reading Assassination Classroom, eating his mother's world-famous fish corn dogs, and end it with a nightcap of relieving his boyish pleasures to Kayama-sensei. He was grateful to God that tomorrow was laundry day and he delightfully volunteered to perform that duty for his mother.
He had prepared an excuse to miss the committee meeting. After last week's incident, there was no way he would surround himself with the very classmates that were teasing him all week. The bribe, the ill-attempt of obtaining pictures, and sex ed.
It was a knock at the door that interrupted Izuku's lecherous thoughts. It was his classmate, Mina Ashido
"Hey, Midoriya, Kayama-sensei needs you at her office immediately," she said casually as she leaned next to the door.
"Oh...okay," he said surprisingly as he grabbed his backpack. Mina waited on him as they left the class together.
It was silence between the pair as they walked down the hallway. He and Mina didn't talk often but only in passing. She was beautiful, intelligent (somewhat), studious (somewhat), and overall, a leader.
"For a second, I thought you were able to head home, Midoriya," she said alluringly as she bumped his shoulder. "Good thing sensei gave you a good excuse."
He turned beet red. "I have no idea what you are talking about."
"Aww, don't act like you don't know. We do know."
"Whatever Bakugo or Kirishima has told you, they are lying."
She covered her mouth to contain her laughter. "So it was true."
Because of Izuku's failure to send pictures to Kayama-sensei, the boys spread the story about Izuku's boner to the girls.
"Yeah, yeah! A naturally bodily function."
"Right, Midoriya!"
"..."
"Don't be defensive," she smirked. "If anything, Bakugo was quite descriptive about your...in his words, Polish sausage."
She and Izuku stopped in front of Kayama-sensei's office.
"She is expecting you...and please don't try to get a boner in front of her," said Mina teasingly before patting him on his back. "See you at the meeting, I-zu-ku."
He didn't turn, looking forward at the door that led to Kayama-sensei's office. What reason would she have him to visit?
"Come in, Midoriya-san. I have been expecting you." The words of a vixen. He shuddered as the sound of her voice lingered, leaving a shiver in his spine. He took steady breaths as he tried to maintain his composure.
He grabbed his sweatshirt and wrapped it around his hip.
Mina must have been a prophet.
Back to the present….
"Kayama-sensei had me conduct a special assignment for her...for extra credit." He grabbed his shorts he planned to purchased and closed the stall. His breath was labored as he exited to the storefront.
"Teacher's pet," said Itsuka teasingly as she reached for her credit card. "I will buy them for you. My treat."
"You don't have to do that."
"No, I want to. You can get me for ice cream," said Itsuka. "Momo texted me. That is what they want." She turned as she noticed Shouto and Momo. "Speaking of the devil."
Shouto and Momo arrived at the fitting room where they saw Izuku and Itsuka. Shouto came and saw the gear that Izuku was carrying.
"I like it, Deku" answered Momo with strong affirmation. "Just the right shade of green."
"Well, it seems I got the approval of it," said Izuku. "I will definitely take it."
Itsuka purchased the swimsuit for Izuku for his upcoming visit with Kayama-sensei. It wasn't going to be for another three days, but he was already looking forward to what things he was going to experience next. He was already feeling the itch.
The group was at the food court. Izuku purchased ice cream for all of them. The group partook on their dairy treat as they were crowd watching. Normally this favorite pastime between friends was a joy, but Izuku was too consumed with his upcoming Saturday.
What is she going to show me next?
Will she wear a bikini for next time?
Will she go naked?
Is she good at teaching me new tricks?
Is she a good kisser?
Will she spank me again?
Two days earlier…in Kayama-sensei's office…
Kayama-sensei's office is very lavish and well-furnished. Everything in the office is updated and state-of-the-art. There are whiteboards on every corner of the office. An old fashioned executive desk is there. It has a few laptops and two business phones. It also includes a leather couch; a water cooler; a small bar; and a refrigerator. Everything in the office is neat.
Benefits of being the Department Head of the high school.
"Evening, Midoriya-san," said Kayama-sensei formally. "Please close the door behind you if you please."
"Yes, ma'am," answered Izuku as he closed the door.
As he closed the door, Kayama-sensei directed him to his seat.
She went to the refrigerator where she had a can of Fresca. She got two cups filled with ice and poured the Fresca in. Izuku thanked her as he took the drink. She took a swallow before putting it on her desk. She pursed her lips.
It appeared that she was in thinking mode. She did that when something serious has been on her mind. Izuku allowed her time to let her head clear as he downed the Fresca.
She went to the radio and turned it on. The soundtrack to Carole and Tuesday was playing. She turned it at a volume where the sound was suitable to not disturb her neighbors and to not let prying ears hearing what she was speaking.
She took her position to sit on the desk across from Izuku. Her face softened when seeing him.
"I can't be too long without rousing suspicion in case Old Man Nezu were to pop by." She crossed her legs. Izuku can see that she was wearing her black stockings. He had noticed that she wasn't wearing her shoes, so he can see her toes.
"I am looking forward to this Saturday," she said as she took a couple more swallows of her Frescas. "I have many plans for us." She coughed. "To make sure that that is pool is cleaned out." She pressed her face close to him. "Among other things that requires cleaning out." She whispered, blowing her breath into his face.
He silently nodded, focusing on the lining of her stockings. It didn't go without notice from the vixen teacher. She decided to give him a little preview.
"Izuku, my eyes are up here," she said as she crossed her legs, giving him a few seconds to see her panties. They were blue, satin maybe.
"..."
"Tongue-tied, I see." She was tickled, raising her leg to him. He was inches away from her foot. "These legs weren't just made for walking, Izuku. I had a long day. I needed my barking dogs to breath."
He smelled the moisture of her foot. It was a bittersweet sweaty scent. It lingered, entrancing his nose.
He was feeling the itch again.
"I see that you are hypnotized by these feet," she said as she pouted. "Over little old me?"
He shook his head in disagreement. He didn't pay attention but Kayama-sensei slowly used her other foot towards his groin.
"Kayama-sensei?"
She smirked. She propped her foot over his groin, pressing it gently and drawing in his circles. "Oh, my little Izuku. I didn't think you were such a pervert. Yet again, you did try to take my picture."
"I am not a pervert!"
"That's okay if you are!" She bit her lip. Izuku saw the rosy red lipstick. Red was an attractive color to Izuku, especially on his sensei.
Izuku's breath was labored. Kayama-sensei spread her legs to see her panties in full view.
"Is this what you desire, Izuku?"
"..."
Kayama-sensei knew that she didn't have to answer. It was written on Izuku's face. "Tell me what is distracting you? My scent, my foot, or these lovely panties?" Izuku couldn't answer. She used her other foot to press at his lip. The moisture entranced his nose once again, triggering the response in his brain.
The itch was alive and well. And Kayama-sensei didn't mind scratching it.
"Oh, Izuku. Coming to my office and wanted to do perverted things," she said. He was too focused on Kayama-sensei continuing to play with his dick.
She, too, felt the wetness escaping from her folds.
Izuku opened his mouth, proceeding to suck on Kayama-sensei's feet. His eyes were closed as he tasted her feet, collecting any moisture. His felt his brain was going white from the pleasure.
"Tell me, Izuku. Is this what you want?" She pulled her foot away from him to answer.
"I...I...what do I want?"
Just to tease him some more, she unbuttoned her blouse and exposed her bra to him. It matched her panties. She was getting excited to see him more breathless and enamored by her prowess.
"Can you answer me...or, are you too focused on my feet, I-zu-ku?"
"Kayama-sensei!" He continued gasping as his moans were getting louder.
"Don't get too loud, Izuku! Don't need us to get caught." She used her finger to pop a titty from the bra. The areola of a woman, the first to ever seen one in a while. "Or, do you want us to get in trouble." She feigned trouble. "Oh, no, I am clearly being taken advantaged of. What should I do?"
She pressed harder. It wasn't long until Izuku covered her mouth. He shivered. Tears streamed from her eyes. Kayama-sensei pulled her foot away. She saw the moistness. Izuku had an orgasm. "Oh, darling. You are coming." She pursed her luscious lips. "That is so sweet of you! To think I got you off. I am happy, you pervert!"
Izuku didn't answer, still reveled in his orgasm. He felt his semen crammed in his boxers. Kayama-sensei stepped from the desk and positioned herself from his lap. "Don't cry, Izuku. I am here." She pecked him on the forehead. "Sorry for teasing you. Just wanted to see if you really like me."
"Yes, ma'am."
"I have something for you." Kayama-sensei pulled off her stockings and placed them on the desk. "I have a present to give you." Izuku's eyes widened when she pulled down her panties. The panties dangled before she reached for a small brown paper bag.
"A keepsake until we meet again on Saturday." She reached for a notepad and wrote something on it before making her lip mark on it. "Keep your pants dry but keep your dreams wet." She pecked him on the cheek once more. "Until we meet again, my sweet!"
Back to the present….
Izuku's thoughts were interrupted when seeing Itsuka biting on his thin mint chocolate chip ice cream.
"Hey," he interjected.
"Saw an opening and went for it," said Itsuka as she winked.
"Well, take this!" He bit into her Neopolitan ice cream.
"Hey!"
"I would say the same thing. Neo sucks!"
"Easy, Jaune!"
"No, you take it easy, Yang!"
Momo and Shouto were giggling at the sight as Izuku and Itsuka were pulling each other's cheeks.
"Jesus, Izuku and Itsuka. To be best friends, one would think you were a couple," said Shouto.
"A couple," retorted Izuku. "Licking Katsuki's socks for three days in a fermented baggie sounds pleasurable than Itsuka. And trust me, I have done it."
"Me and Izzy," interjected Itsuka. "I rather kiss Minoru Mineta's hand the day after No-nut November concludes."
Momo and Shouto looked at each other before turning to the duo. "Denial," said both of them.
"Just saying," said Momo in a cutesy tone as she took a bite of Shouto's ice cream. "Red and Green go together."
His banter was interrupted when he got a text on the phone.
"Hey, guys, I will be back," said Izuku.
"Where are you heading, Izuku," asked Itsuka.
"Bathroom."
"Want me to come with?"
"I think I am strong enough to hold my own hand, Mom." He winked. "Thanks anyway."
He rushed to the bathroom with haste. He found a stall to open the message.
Hey, beautiful, I am looking forward to this weekend. These last few days have been aching me. I am excited to spend the day with you. I hope you had learned your lesson from last time. Or unless you want a repeat ;)
Kayama-sensei.
P.S.: Remember to delete this message after you read this. The same for the next message as well.
He received another text. He opened the image and saw it was a one-piece blue swimsuit. The material look slicked. He imagined that tightening around the right areas for Kayama-sensei. He was feeling the itch again.
See your Saturday, Izuku.
Kayama-sensei.
He burned that image of the swimsuit into his memory. He kissed the phone before deleting the images. He hummed as he exited the restroom and returned to the food court.
Three more days to go, Izuku. Three more days!
To be continued….