Hey, readers! Here is another chapter of 'Vixen of the Weekend.' In this chapter, the moment has finally arrived for Izuku to consummate with Kayama-sensei. What will happen in their moments alone? As a reminder, this story is a work of fiction. The events portrayed in this story doesn't reflect the author's viewpoint and the author doesn't encourage and/or support the events in this story. Warning - the story contains strong sexual content so discretion is advised. This is an OOC Izuku x OOC Nemuri chapter. Enjoy!

Also, please check out my latest RWBY/MHA crossovers, "I'm My Izuku's Keeper" and "A Homestay To Remember."

He tried not to think of the ill-gotten gain from the incident involving the camera and a snapshot of his teacher in the compromising position. He tried not to think of the modern day corporal punishment he received from the sturdy, moisten palms of his beloved teacher. He focused on the reciprocity his beloved teacher gave him through text messages and passing glances he received in the hallways.

Never in his young years as the emerald-haired teen was ready for a Saturday. That night, the Midoriya family was in charge of watching Eri and Kota as their guardians went out. Instead of the consumption of pizza, cookies, and caffeine his family members consumed the night before, he dined on a turkey and spinach salad with a hint of strawberry and raspberry vinaigrette; followed by a glass of water and a granola bar for dessert.

Neither of his company asked about his choice as they were too hungry to care; more for them. His father thought it was a shift of his budding adolescence. However, his mother was a cause for concern. It was true when a mother knows when their children are going through changes.

As Izuku was sitting on his bedroom floor, packing his gear for his afternoon visit to Kayama-sensei, a tap to the door interrupted his loving, but lecherous thoughts of the Midnight beauty.

"Morning, stranger." His mother well-manicured hands swayed the door to the wall as she brought a fresh load of laundry onto his bed. She scanned the room, seeing the magazines of Men's Health, GQ, and the like. She saw the swimwear he was packing. Although appropriate, she noticed that the swimwear was a size too small for her son. She sat on the bed while Izuku continued packing.

"I can tell you are really excited about helping your teacher," said Inko as she opened his drawer to put in his clothes.

"I am," he said as he zipped up his backpack and placed it at the foot of his bed. He clapped his hands, accomplished his deed and went to his desk where he was in search of his swim goggles and also his protection. The latter of which he had to wait after his mother leaves. "I am happy to do a job of being helpful. You have always told me to be helpful for those in need."

She was flushed of the sayings that were applying to his mind. She lightly tapped her cheek from his comment. "I am glad that you are doing a service. I am happy that she is paying you to be useful. I just hope that she knows that you are still a child and you have things to do of your own at home as well."

"I am sixteen, Mom!"

"Yeah...a child!"

His face furrowed, but it was hidden for the sake of his mother. He sighed before returning to his mother's answer. "I don't look at it that way. She wants to be a good person and give young boys like me an opportunity." He reached for his swim goggles. "I don't see her using me."

"Ok," she said. "You know, I say that because of one of my fellow co-workers from the supermarket lives nearby." She took a breath. "She says that you are the only one she saw that weekend. Where there any other boys? Or girls?"

He shook his head. "No, ma'am. Either of the kids didn't think to work on a Saturday, especially cleaning a pool, was fun. I thought nothing of it. Besides, this is Kayama-sensei, the most trusting person on this side of Musutafu, if not the entire prefecture."

His mother, Inko, put her hands on her hips. He knew that she was displaying concern, but he also knew she was displaying hints of suspicion. If her co-worker saw him alone, then what else could she have seen? He tried not to jump to conclusions. Anything that involved the two of them was within the confines of the house. Unless the nosy woman was spying on them, there shouldn't be a reason for concern. He relaxed those thoughts before thinking of a way to divert his mother's attention away from Kayama-sensei.

"Mom, it is okay," said Izuku. "I am not gullible. I am not naive, somewhat. I am doing this for a bit. Look at it as building character. Plus, college is in the future and it is applicable on my resume."

The emerald-haired mother was flattered. She finished putting up his clothes in the drawer before going into his closet. She hung the clothes in the closet before closing it. Her face showed relief, which was good for Izuku.

"I guess you are right, son. It is just a mother has worries about what others do to their children when they are not around. I want to trust this sensei of yours. I do. I want you to be careful. If you feel as though she is making you feel uncomfortable, then call me. I am a phone call away." She wrapped her hands tightly around his; displaying light shakes of a worrisome mother. "I love you, son. I am sorry for placing judgment." She winced before showing her trademark smile. "So, you are ready to go, dear?"

"Yes, ma'am," answered Izuku.

"Good. Let me use the little girl's room and I will be on the way." She kissed her son on the cheek before departing for the room. He sighed loudly before going into the drawer to retrieve his condoms. Getting them wasn't easy. He didn't want to get into details, just the time when he had spent the evening with Pixie-bob at her house. He can conclude on what positions Auntie Ryuko liked with her boyfriend when they were in the mood. Ryuko sounded like a goat and her boyfriend was wheezing like a jagged smoker. The repetition of moans and bed squeaks have yet left his memory. It was when they went for a shower when he got the condom.

In retrospect, I should have asked Itsuka. Never mind, she doesn't need to know.

The ride to Kayama-sensei's cottage was quiet, with the exception of public talk radio. What made Izuku cringed to his chagrin was the topic of the talk show: teenagers engaging in sex with older women. Inko turned the volume as she listened attentively on the details. He gripped his hands on the seat as he listened to the raspy-voiced gentleman spoke.

It is with great concern that the delusions of grandeur are here with today's youth. They are overly exposed to too many things through the media, social media, the internet, and the like. It fathoms me with beyond description of how older people take advantage of the misguided youth. A disgrace, if you ask me. Too many children are exposed and lecherous people like older adults are taking advantage, seducing them with their treacherous poison and luring to a place of discontent. I remember an incident involving a twelve-year-old boy and a teacher back in California. I shouldn't have to say her name, but many people of the latter part of the 20th century are acutely aware of who I am referring to.

How can a corruptible, vile woman put her hands on a child, uses him to her discretion, and winds up mothering the child of his baby? It makes me sick to the pit of my stomach when adults do this to children. To the mindset of a child, it sounds fun. However, they have not yet developed the synapses of differentiating what is right and what is wrong. In their eyes, "an older person wanting me, desiring me sounds amazing." C'mon, they see it around them. Movies like "American Pie," "American Beauty," "Wet Hot American Summer" popularized, fetishized the popularity of being with an older person. The misguidance, I tell you.

I would love to hear anyone listening in radio land in your opinion. Let's take a call….

Izuku pulled his earphones from his pocket and began listening to the All-American Rejects. He drowned himself into the sensation of the acoustic guitar instead of immersing in the literature of forbidden pleasure. He wouldn't imagine someone criticizing the love he had for his teacher. He loved her, or so he thought. The many nights he confined himself into his bedroom, nestled in the covers, feeling the heat as he masturbated to the beauty. On that Thursday, Kayama-sensei added something to his fuel. She came into the nursing office where Izuku often volunteered and gave him another small, brown paper bag. She told him to keep it into his backpack until that evening. That evening, he was alone in his room. In the brown paper bag were the contents of her used silk, lacy panties and a picture of her in those panties.

Always dream of me when you use it!

Nemuri

XOXO!

Inhaling her fragrance, licking the spots where her crevices resided, leaving a residue of her love juices. He breathed until them, reliving the moments and tasted whatever juices he can lick. He masked himself until he climaxed in his boxers. He would finish by kissing them and hiding them in the bedsheets of his pillow.

"We're here!"

Izuku smiled when seeing the family car pulled in front of the cottage. He waved to his mother goodbye before stepping out of the vehicle. She grabbed his backpack, hindering him from leaving.

"Hold on, Icchan," interjected Inko as she displayed the stern, worried mother look. "I need to make myself known to her before you can go on inside."

"Yes, ma'am," answered Izuku in defeat. Inko turned off the car engine. She grabbed her purse and walked out of the car. She opened the door for Izuku as he got out of the car. His heart began beating as the thoughts of his mother's talk and the radio program gave him something of a rousing hint. Is she getting suspicious of this? How would she know? I have barely mentioned it around them.

Izuku stood by the gardenias. His mother pushed the doorbell. There was a strong, pregnant silence.

About two minutes later, they heard the sound of the door unlocking. As they turned, they saw Kayama-sensei in the doorway. She looked casual, sporting blue capris and a white UA High t-shirt. Her hair was in a ponytail. There was music playing in the background. If he remembered, she was a fan of smooth/alternative jazz.

"Oh, good morning, Mrs. Midoriya. Didn't expect you to drop by," she said while smiling. "Then yet again, being that Izuku needed a ride, I can understand." She looked at him full-heartedly before returning her eyes on Inko. "How can I be of service this morning?"

"Nothing out of me, thank you," answered Inko. "I just wanted to show my face and l wanted to thank you for being good to my son." She looked at her son as he blushed. "I hope he isn't being too much trouble."

"Oh, no," interjected Kayama-sensei. "On the contrary, he has been a great help. Welcoming, friendly, and always, always, always shows great enthusiasm."

"Good," replied Inko. "I just wanted to be sure. Out of curiosity, is this pool job thing going to be indefinite or what?"

Izuku's heart dropped. Oh no, I think she knows. Oh, God, I hope not. Please, please, please.

"It won't be too long," answered Kayama-sensei casually. "Normally, I have my niece to come by and help, but she has yet to return from overseas from Nigeria. So, I wanted some help from the other students if they wanted to make some money. Izuku was gracious enough to do the service. I hope I am not worrying you with this."

Inko waved her hand. "It is no problem. I just don't want him to be in the way is all. If he is doing good, then I have no problem with him helping you until the deed is done."

Kayama-sensei smiled with grace. "Thanks, Mrs. Midoriya. You are a wonderful parent to be concerned about the welfare of your child. Trust me, he will be in great care." She winked at Izuku. "Believe, he will be in great care."

Inko nodded her head. "Okay, then." She turned to Izuku; wiping the sleepiness from his eyes with spit. He was embarrassed, especially after seeing Kayama-sensei giggle. "Be good for your sensei. I will pick you up around six." She looked at Kayama-sensei. "Is that okay with you?"

"Certainly, Mrs. Midoriya."

"Call me Inko."

"Sure, Inko. Call me by Nemuri."

Inko and Kayama-sensei shook hands, which is unusual to Izuku. Inko waved to the pair before making her way to the family car. Izuku watched his mother drive until she could no longer be seen. As he stared, he felt the warm hands of his Midnight beauty encapturing his neck.

"You will be in great hands, dear," she said in a strong raspy voice.

Izuku began feeling the strong itch in his pants.

"Let's get inside," she purred while taking his backpack. "There are certain pipes I need you to clean out for me." She purred. "And flushing out."

Kayama-sensei walked inside of the house, followed by Izuku. His heart began beating as he closed the door. He knew this was only the beginning of another Saturday.

The thoughts that only consumed the teenage, emerald-haired child were lecherous. His erection, protruding in his pants, aching for the releasing from its bound, cotton imprisonment. He was tensed, waiting for the inevitable touching and love of his teacher. The day arrived and was prepared to be taking away. Even the morning before packing for this occasion, he masturbated to the thoughts of the Midnight beauty. Imagining the woman enveloping around him, licking and touching any orifice that was stimulating to the touch. Like a spider entangling its prey, she was to feast until he was nothingness. Just a boy caught in the rapture of her love. Of course, the climax resulted in the stain of his boxers and possibly a change of his sheets; but this time, he will be entering into a cavern where no other boy, or at least he knows, has entered.

She instructed him to wait in the living room until she finished her duties. She must have kissed him two or three times on his cheek before making herself leave. Feeling her smooth, wet muscle of a tongue licking him and the light bites of her teeth, he prayed for hickies. He wanted something to remember as he returned home to continue his lucid, wet dreaming.

He was unsure if this task required him to be naked. So, he decided to take off his shirt. He took off his shoes, leaving a cool breeze with his sockless feet. He got comfortable with the very couch that he was spanked the week before. He gave it a thought of what he could do to return those spankings. She captured his heart and doesn't want to be released from her web.

"Come upstairs, Izuku," she told him very casually. "I am ready for you." There was a slight pause before she spoke again. "Be sure to put on your swimming gear. We are going for a swim."

Awkward, the pool is yet to be filled. There are still things there needs to be cleaned.

"But the pool isn't finished yet," replied Izuku, giving her the hint of a reminder about the empty pool.

"I know that, sweetie," she said with a light giggle. "I have something else in mind. Trust me, you will love it. Now, hurry up!"

Following her orders, he went into his backpack to put his swimming gear. Unsure if he needed his underwear, he wore them as a precaution; especially he failed to launch. He shook away those thoughts. Before he made his way upstairs, he opened the front compartment of his backpack to retrieve the condom. He only had one. He just hoped that one was enough for what he was about to do.

He said a small prayer, made a sign of the cross, and wished himself as he entered the hallway of pleasure.

He didn't know that Kayama-sensei had an additional floor to her cottage. With her bedroom being downstairs, he didn't give any other reason for it. The hallway was thin and narrow. He was fortunate he wasn't a morbidly obese individual for he, too, was having difficulty going through. He concluded that the cottage was build in the early-to-mid 20th century, the era when weight was yet to become an issue. Before he could gather other thoughts on this history of this home, he made to the foot of the second floor. There, a single hallway displayed two doors. One, he presumed led to the attic, and the other door, which was ajar, was where his teacher was waiting.

Each step he took, he felt his heartbeat. He held the condom tightly around his sweaty palms. He was hesitant, giving himself second thoughts. Despite his brain being cognitive, his budding erection was thinking of other plans. Steadily, Izuku made his way around the door. He held it gently as he could feel the vibrations of his heartbeat.

There, was a second bathroom he didn't know about. The display reminded him of early 20th century homes in New England in the United States. 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.

Standing in front of him was the beauty herself. 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.

"Close the door behind you," she purred to the boy. He swallowed the lump in his throat as he closed the door. He took steady breaths, holding on the doorknob to keep himself from losing his composure.

"Come to me," she purred, lingering her well-manicured nails to his sight. She licked her lips as she knew the boy was nervous. Anyone would be nervous with an encounter with an older woman. But, she knew Izuku. She knew from the beginning that Izuku was an easy, attainable target and a suitable match. Since entering the campus, she had captured the hearts of the faculty and staff. She had the credentials of being even taking over Principal Nezu's job.

However, Nemuri Kayama didn't just teach because of her love for education. She, too, was interested in studying the psychology and sociology of the male teenage mind. From the beginning, Izuku was placed into her web. It wouldn't take long for the naive boy to fall into the web of her devices. Like using a bathroom that she hardly used. Or wearing a bathrobe, knowing she prefers walking in her home with either panties or nothing at all. She felt a little guilty but anything to secure her future with him.

Nemuri's love for Izuku, her cinnamon roll was genuine. Nevertheless, she admittedly has a mild sadistic nature, especially when it comes to others who may want him. She had better options for picking boys at the school. There were candidates beyond Izuku's requirements. Nevertheless, she wanted a boy of innocence. A boy she can manipulate, to steer him in the direction of her desires. Her objective to mold him into the boy she craved - her husband to be.

Seeing the poor, pitiful look coming from his doe eyes, she knew that he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. However, Nemuri had one concern and that was his mother. She put those thoughts to rest as she was going to savor the boy whose mother gave him permission to be in his care. Of course, the moment was ulterior, but she did sincerely care for the emerald-haired child.

I am going to make you mine, for sure. I am going to resonate any thought, any synapse, any memory that will alter your mind. I am going to be your first and last thought of the day. If you think of a beautiful girl, my face will be there. If you play with yourself, I will be in those thoughts. Seeing any other Asian girl, anything white will be my face emerging in your memory banks. Guarantee you one thing, Izuku Midoriya, you are going to be a prize possession. I will make you into a suitable young man that will be the envy of any girl and any boy of this school. Your talent will extend the love of your future as a Pro Hero. I will teach you so much love that a slut you might become. And you know, that is what I want. A slut, but a slut that is just for me. Recognize my body, my scent, my everything, Izuku Midoriya. The only mistake is that I wish I would have met you sooner.

In front of Izuku 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. "Now, here am I, I-zu-ku," she said with a low, raspy tone. "Your damsel, your queen, your woman of the night." She slid her finger down his spine, leaving him with a shiver. "Have you waited for this moment, my dear?."

He 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. Have you waited for this moment, my dear?" She finished the sentence by blowing in his ear. He rattled, coughing as he was trying to speak.

"I have, Kayama-sensei," answered the boy, averting his eyes from her. "Since the spanking, the footjob, the panties, my thoughts are filled with you."

She chuckled. "You know you made a woman like me happy. Now tell me, how were you thinking of me?"

He was silent, but she gripped his chin. "You are now in my domain, dear. In order to enter my holy passage, you are subjective to answer questions of my choosing. Not everyone is worthy of making it this far."

He nodded his head. "I played with…"

"No, no," she interjected. "Be explicit as you can. Remember in class I taught you about using explicit thinking? Now it is time to put this into use." She lightly slapped his face. "Now, try again, dear."

"I have used you extensively in my thoughts. I have inhaled your invigorating scent. I put my fingers around your panties as if I was licking your clit or absorbing your juices. Keeping it in the plastic bag, fermenting it only made my thoughts of you as impure and lecherous as the words itself been adapted into my modern-day lexicon. My sheets and my boxers have been soaked with my seeds, Kayama-sensei. The poor seeds that will never experience the pleasure of entering your womb. The very seeds I hope to make contact with you." He ran out of breath.

Nemuri smiled as she knew that he put a lot of thought into his feelings. He has always been creative in using his words.

"I believe you, dear, and thank you for your honest feelings," she told him. She released him from her grip, telling him to sit on the floor. He crossed his legs as she began to spread her legs. He gasped quickly the moment he saw the entrance to her cavern.

Her legs were more milky, contrasting the white skin, as they were getting closer to the upper thigh.

There was hair covering her pussy. He saw wetness around her pussy, making him swallow another lump.

"First time seeing the real thing in person," she curiously asked.

He shook his head in disagreement. "It is not. Actually, the other day I saw my auntie's by accident."

"Really, accident?"

"Yes," he said. "I was trying to get a condom from her and I snuck under her bed while she and her boyfriend were having sex."

"Naughty," she purred. "Describe what you heard."

"Just lots of moaning," he concluded while shrugging his shoulders.

She put her hands where her vagina was located. She tucked in her lips, giving herself a moan. "Was she moaning like this," she questioned Izuku.

"Yeah, something like that," he said while trying to look away.

"Don't you look away, dear," she demanded. "Look at me this instant!"

She continued masturbating her pussy. She massaged the labia, spreading her folds so she could finger the areas of her interest. "Was she yelling obscenities?"

"Obscenities?"

"Yeah, like, "fuck me" or "take it all in" or "fill me up with your hot milk" or "you are making me hot," she muster to say while continuing to play with herself. "Did you hear him grunt, spilling his mighty dick inside of your auntie? Or were you jealous of being in his position?"

"No, of course, not."

"It is okay, Icchan. Nothing wrong of thinking lewd things of your auntie. It is human nature when thinking of the opposite sex. In the bible, siblings and relatives experimented with each other, you know. Even sons and mothers. God created sex. So why does it have to be sun if you are thinking about all of the time?"

"No, I don't think of Auntie that way."

"You sure, I wouldn't mind if you did."

"I don't, I don't, I swear to God, I don't."

Kayama-sensei stopped. Honestly, she wasn't planning to take it that far. She wanted to test his limits before taking advantage of the situation. He was adorable and too honest, she thought. Maternal instincts were kicking in and she wanted to embrace him in her loving. However, it was not the time for she was in the position of making him her lover. She returned to the position of power. She licked the contents of her finger before making the nervous Izuku approach her.

"I believe you, sweetie," said Kayama-sensei. She put her finger to his lip. "Open your mouth and taste."

He opened his mouth to welcome the juices of Kayama-sensei. It tasted weird, like an unripe fruit, he thought. It wasn't as delectable he imagined in her used panties, but he concluded its taste was like bittersweet wine. It gets better with age. She thrust the finger inside of mouth, feeling the moistness of his tongue licking her contents.

"Taste the lovely gift you are receiving, dear," she said. "No boy has ever had the privilege. You should be quite blessed."

He continued licking her digits, even as far of licking in the crevices of her fingernail. He held his hands to her finger, leaving him with a slight moan. Kayama-sensei released a slight moan herself, leaving her a little wet. She quickly released her finger from Izuku, leaving him with an empty feeling.

She smiled. "Wanted more of me?"

He nodded his head pleadingly, leaving his mouth agape wanting more. She realized that there was a bridge of saliva from his mouth. She chuckled. "In time, child." She spread her pussy wide enough for him to have a good view of it.

"I don't think you have to guess about this, don't you," she asked him teasingly. "Or would you rather have me direct your attention to doing it?"

He edged forward, closing his eyes as he instinctively kissing her thighs. It was a slight peck, taking his time to get familiar with her body. "Go further, dear. I want you to go further."

He kissed her inner thigh, taking his time to go to her erogenous zone, her cavern. As he was approaching it, he could smell the very juices he craved in his time alone. Her skin was soft, reminded him of a plush pillow or a marshmallow. The closer he was to her pussy, the more she moaned. "Keep going. You are at the sweet spot. C'mon, Izuku, don't be afraid. I got you."

"Yes, ma'am," he confirmed. He was at nose length with a clit. Her clit, which looked like a little bean, was throbbing tremendously. He opened his mouth and began flickering it. She grabbed his head, forcing him to embed in her pussy.

"Work your tongue. Take care of the area. Don't be afraid to put your mouth to work," she cried. Izuku followed suit and stuck his tongue in the area. Nemuri knew he was a novice to the job. He will be required for more practice, which she didn't mind at all. She made a mental note to purchase books for him to better perform fellatio with her body. However, just like molding him into her usefulness, he was a work in progress.

His tongue encircled her pussy as if he was trying to familiarize himself with her taste. He was feeling a little tired, not used to have a special place this close. Meanwhile, he was combating the erection that was ready to pull a Jackson Pollock in his pants.

His tongue was tasting the acidity of her juices, impacting his taste buds. Although he was getting tired, the spirit willingly gave him the guile to continue. He wanted to make her feel good. He wanted to make her feel important. Also, he knew he would do anything to make contact with her body. Against all odds, he continued.

"Yes, Izuku," she said while covering her mouth. "Right there, right there. You are hitting it, sweetie. Give mommy the sweet spot. Make me come, make me come, make me come." Her moans were heightening. He was grateful that they were beyond closed doors for anyone to see. He was kicking himself to keep himself from coming. "I am about there. Swallow it the moment I come. Taste me, taste me, and reminder your tongue of who it belongs to."

Belong to?

She locked her legs around back, entrapping him. She clawed her fingers into his hair. He couldn't handle the pressure anymore. He knew that the moment she climaxed, he was doing the same. He grabbed her hips and began squeezing it. He, absentmindedly, bit onto her clit.

"Izuku baby, I am gonna cum. I am gonna cum," she screamed.

"Me, too. Me, too."

They both screamed into pleasure as they climaxed simultaneously. Her juices splashed onto the nubile child's face. He ingested the juices with much of his strength, briefly choking at moments. He shivered as the warm sensation of his semen bounded in his swimwear. They twitched before the afterglow eventually faded. She released her grip and he fell backward to the floor. He panted loudly and coughing as he was introduced to oral sex.

She swayed her hair, gasping as her body shook into pleasure and feeling her juices vacating the premises. With her pleasure fulfilled, she got on her knees where he lied and planted a kiss on his lips. She pried his lips open with her teeth and forced his tongue to do a dance with her tongue. He was too exhausted to debate it. The pair continued kissing until the pleasure ceased to exist. Once they broke the kiss, Kayama-sensei lied beside him. Her breasts making contact with his bare chest.

"So, Izuku," she said in between pants, "did you enjoy this moment?"

He shook his head in agreement. "I did, sensei, I did." He blushed and looked away from the scene. Seeing her ravished body returned the itch, but it didn't help that the now cool semen resided around his throbbing cock. Suddenly, he felt a touch from the palms of his crush.

"Oh, look at yourself," she tsked. "You came! You couldn't wait for your turn, couldn't you?" He wanted to cover his eyes, but she took his hands away. He didn't want to look at the wet patch around his swimwear.

"You are such a boy," she said before pressing onto the wet patch. The sounds of her kissing and licking the wet patch made him squirm.

"Stand still," she said. "This is punishment for not following my directions. Did I say anything about giving yourself pleasure."

"No, ma'am," he answered with guilt in his voice.

"No is right, Izuku," she said. She rubbed his dick. He squirmed as he felt his semen basking along with her hand. "Your son is awake and I can tell it is hungry." She pouted her lips. "Do this little cat of yours want to give this vixen the cream?"

"I don't know."

"I-zu-ku, I-zu-ku," she tsked once more. "Do we need to remind you when little boys lie. Do I need to spank you once more?"

"No ma'am," he protested.

She smiled, continue to kiss him around his dick. "Do not move. Now, it is your turn, baby." She put a grip around his swimwear. "God, you are so adorable!"

She saw the condom next to the confused looking boy. "Were you going to use this? Were you expecting something," she asked teasingly.

He gave her a blinked stare.

"I am kidding," she said jokingly. "However, when I go into the pool, I want nothing obstructing me." She took the condom and torn it open with her mouth. "If you want to be careful, then you must know the risk." He tensed when her body weight landed on his hips. "Let me be the first to congratulate you on your losing your virginity with your first and only girl."

He was taken aback by the latter comment.

"You belong to me, Izuku," she said with sternness from her voice. "This is a proclamation that I will be the only girl in this world that has dedication, loyalty, and overall, control and dominion over you."

He didn't know where this was coming from. However, with the sultriness of her body, her voice, and the demands, he didn't care whatever she desired for he knew that he prayed for this moment of having Kayama-sensei.

He had a thing for her and didn't want to let go.

She squatted as she stroked his shaft. He panted loudly as he awaited his dick to enter her cavern.

Without further hesitation, she entered his dick inside of her pussy. Izuku's eyes widened, tears were escaping from his eyes.

"Oh, don't cry, Izuku's," she purred as she kneeled forward and licking his tears. "I am going to make you feel good. I will be sure that no one girl would ever take advantage of this. I am quite lucky that you were the boy that came. Nothing else can compare to you." She pressed her lips to his ear. "You are my man now!"

She leaned back as she gyrated her hips. Every stroke, he felt the folds of her pussy entrapping his penis. It felt like a vacuum as he took sharp breaths, covering his moans. Nemuri laughed loudly as she began squeezing her nipples. She took strong strokes, but careful to not promote an orgasm.

Although she had already come but wasn't ready to take in his seeds; or at least not now.

"Tell me how it feels," she asked him.

"It feels good. Like my dick is on fire," he responded. Without thinking, he grabbed her ass and pressed firmly on her cheeks.

"Catching on quickly, aren't you," she said. "Now, I am going to step it up further. Your body needs to adapt to how I like it."

She quickly rocked his shaft, moaning loudly and uttered his name under her breath. She returned to the position where he was. She closed her eyes and wrapped her lips around him. He felt her soft, luscious breasts touching his erected nipples. He relieved himself from touching her ass and began touching her breasts.

"There you go. Right to the base, baby," she said. "That is right. Know my spots, know my taste because that is the only thing you are going to know for the rest of your days."

"Yes, ma'am," he said.

She swayed her hands to where his balls resided. She gracefully cupped his balls and began squeezing them tightly, resulting in hardening his penis. From that point, Izuku's mind was going blank. Everything was going silent. He saw his crush moaning and pinching his nipples while calling out his name. The bathroom where the scene was taking place. As he was close to orgasm, he reflected on the moments that led him to this.

It is funny where life takes you. What began as a dare turn into a moment like this. Maybe this was meant for me? Maybe it was by accident. Regardless of the circumstances, I wouldn't trade this moment for the world. I think I am falling for her. I think I might be in love.

Kayama-sensei began humming with her mouth, which gave the emerald-haired teen shivers along with vibrations from his dick. He thrust upward, intensifying the moment as he was getting ready to come. Nemuri was waiting for this moment. She felt his dick protruding into her womb.

There you go, Izuku. Enter the special spot of where I have you in control.

"Kayama-sensei, I am there. I am gonna cum," he cried to her as he spurt his seed inside of her. His dick twitched, releasing every content into her womb. She welcomed each spurt with love, filling the warm confines of her womb. She kept her eyes on him, making sure he was witnessing her expression as she was ebbing in the pleasure.

He was panting, but still looking at Kayama-sensei's smiling face. She gave a slight, devilish smirk. She didn't leave right away. She wanted a few moments of filling his hot seed inside of her. "Tell me, baby. How did you enjoy your first time with your mistress? Your lover? Your wife?"

His tongue was dry. He tried collecting what saliva he had to speak. "It felt good. It felt good." He stretched his arms as his hands were beginning to cramp. He stared into the ceiling before Nemuri got off of him. She crawled to the bucket where she poured some liquid on the air mattress. It looked slick and sticky. "Come to the bed to rest," she told him. "I will help us relieve some tension."

He got to the mattress where he lied on his stomach. The stickiness along with his nakedness made him feel weird, but he was too tired to care. If it were up to him, he could fall asleep. She poured more of the liquid on his back. It was cold to the touch, made his eyes widened in shock. She began lathering his body in the liquid, making him feel good as he was enjoying the sensual massage.

He felt her kneading his ass, following by caressing his back. He heard her pour some liquid to herself before getting on top of him. He felt the pecks of her on his neck.

"Sensei," he said gracefully. "If you don't mind, I would like to rest for a minute."

"You will," she said. "However, I am not done with you just yet." She began bucking her hips to his body. "Lest we forget of who you belonged to?"

His dick was returned to full mast. "I know, and I am fine. It is just that I want to rest a bit."

She chuckled. "Understand, Izuku. When I say we will keep going, we will. Or unless you want us to stop what we…"

"No," he protested. "I don't, I don't."

She chuckled. "I know, dear. Your love is undying and doesn't want to let go." She tucked her fingers under her pelvis where she began rubbing his dick. "I might have to punish you for your actions, but I will reward your son for being awfully and adorably honest."

She hovered her breath, licking his ear and rubbing his hair. She continued smiling as she knew that he was in her possession. "Now, it is time to review, my dearest Izuku. Who do you belong to?"

"You," he answered quickly.

"Excellent. What does that mean?"

"It means I am at your mercy. I am yours and nobody else can have me."

She bit on his ear lobe. "Correct! Now, the second question. Your loyalty?"

"My loyalty?"

"Yes, your loyalty towards me," she said as she continued bucking her hips on his back while playing with his dick. She, teasingly, rubbing her breasts on his back, leaving him with slight moans. "What does that mean to you?"

"It means you are the only one I am devoted to. It means you are the only person I can have sex."

"Great work, dear. Now, the third question. Since you belong to me, does that mean you will do whatever I say?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"So, if I tell you to eat out my ass, would you do it?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"If I tell you to fuck me while we are in public? Like in a restaurant bathroom or on a bus, would you follow my orders?"

He felt his penis getting ready for the third round. "Yes," he muttered through his moans.

"Would you fuck me in front of your friends? Your classmates? Your father? Your mother?"

"Yes, yes, yes, a thousand times yes," he screamed. "All of it. Everything! I would do for you, Kayama-sensei. My love for you is undying. Make me your man. Make me your bitch. I don't care. Please, I will do anything you want of me."

She bit her lip tenderly. Now, you are my man. "Good boy, now come for me." He felt his third orgasm sprouted from his dick. He shivered in the pleasure while she rubbed his stomach. "Let it out. Let the good waves come out." She continued until she never his orgasm ceased.

"Let it out, baby. Let out it for me. Remember, Izuku Midoriya, you are mine and you belong to me. You will do as I say. No matter what or when. You hear me?"

"Yes, Kayama-sensei," he answered weakly.

"Call me Nemuri," she purred in his ear.

It was about an hour later when Izuku was found cleaning the swimming pool. He wiped the sweat from his forehead as he continued the job. Although he knew he has established a relationship with his teacher, she was serious about cleaning the pool.

He managed to get the deep end of the pool cleaned and ready to be bleached. He knew he had about a couple of hours before to finish the shallow end. He predicted that the pool should be finished by tomorrow. With any luck, the pool could be ready in about a week or two.

Thinking about the pool excited the teen for what was to come with his budding relationship with his teacher.

He heard the patio door slide open. He covered his head to see that it was his mother entering the backyard. He looked to his watch and saw that it a quarter after four in the afternoon. He didn't question it. He was fortunate that his mother wasn't there to see any of the action.

Inko whispered sharply. "Look at my Icchan doing some hard work," she said. She pulled out her smartphone to take a picture of the dirty, exhausted teen. Flustered and blushing, he covered his face.

"That is gonna be a keeper for sure. Something to remember my little boy and his first job," she cried excitedly.

"Oh, Mom," he pouted. "You are a little early this evening."

"I know, dear. I know I said six, but your father wanted family night tonight. I let your sensei know and she was okay with it. Plus, we are going to Anne Miller's tonight."

He immediately jumped from the pool and smiled at his mother. "Now you are speaking my language. What are you waiting for? Let's go!"

Nemuri stood at the front door of her cottage. Standing in front of her was Izuku and his mother.

"Thank you, Nemuri, for allowing my son to know a thing or two about work," said Inko.

"It is nothing, Inko. Your son is a joy to be around. I look forward to doing more with him," she said while smiling to Inko and winking at Izuku.

"Feel free for anything you want to do with him," she said. "Just let me know ahead of time, okay."

"It is no problem, Inko," replied Kayama-sensei. "You have such a handsome, hardworking son. He must make you proud."

"I am proud of him. He is my only boy. So, I must be good to him," she said. "And as well as my husband."

"Couldn't agree with you more," she said. "Tell you what, since I am getting comfortable with your son, I wouldn't mind making my acquaintance with you as well."

"With me," Inko questioned.

Nemuri leaned against the door. "Sure, I am the kind of person who acquaints myself with anyone. If he is a pleasure, then I must get to know the parent as well."

"No problem," she said. "What time is good for you?"

"Are you free next Sunday," questioned Kayama-sensei.

"I am," replied Inko.

"Let's make it a day with us girls and Izuku," she said. "As he can clean the pool, we can get to know each other as well."

"I don't have any trouble with that idea," replied Inko. "Plus, I hardly get out the house often. And I don't mind extending my friend circle." She put her finger to her lip. "Should I bring anything next weekend?"

"Sure," exclaimed Kayama-sensei. "I wouldn't mind a glass of wine." She looked at Izuku. "And some soda for this little guy." She rubbed his hair, which in return blushed.

"It's a date," confirmed Inko. "See you next Sunday."

"Next Sunday," replied Kayama-sensei. "So, Izuku? Same time next Saturday?"

"Yes, ma'am!"

"Before you go, Izuku, you left something of yours in the kitchen. I think it was your goggles."

"Forgetful as always," said Inko while giving him a slight tsk. "Go and get it. I will be waiting in the car."

His mother lightly touched his cheek as she made her way to the car. He returned inside the house to retrieve his goggles. When he closed the door, Nemuri pressed him to the door, giving him their final kiss of the day. She reached for his groin and massaged his dick. She continued for a few moments as he was trembling in the pleasure. He squirmed in between breaths as she continued to kiss him.

"Let it out for me before she comes back," she cried in excitement. "Don't fight it, Izuku. You know you want this! Remember who you belong to."

"You," he managed to say before he climaxed in his pants. He was trembling as she bit him on the lip. She retrieved the goggles from the kitchen and placed it in his hand. She even gave him another brown paper bag.

"Another memento for tonight," she said before kissing him on the cheek.

"Thank you, Kayama-sensei," he said. "I mean, Nemuri-chan!"

"Thank you for your loyalty," she replied. "Now, you know your objective?"

"To always love you no matter what," he answered.

"That is my baby. You are making your lover very proud," she said. "Now get some rest. We have a full day next Saturday."

Izuku waved to Kayama-sensei goodbye before running into the car. He opened the door where his mother awaited his arrival. He thanked his mother for today and lied against the seat. He closed his eyes before catching a second wind. In those thoughts were the bathroom, her body, his allegiance to her, and the parting gift he was ready to use for tonight.

Never have I been excited about the arrival of the weekend.

To be continued….