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Inko was terrified, to say the least.
Why would Mitsuki and her son decide to come over for dinner? She thought their time together ended a long time ago.
But no. Here they are having dinner together.
The dinner started like any other dinner would. Small chit chat here and there. Inko and Mitsuki sat across from each other while the two boys sat by their mothers. Izuku looked equally as nervous.
After about an hour, they finished up eating. This has to be it. Dinner's over. They can leave now, right? Inko's worry earlier was proved to be something to worry about when she felt a foot under the table nudge her knees apart. She paled. Inko tried to keep her knees closed with little effort. But when that foot showed its disapproval by nearly kicking her from the amount of forced used to spread her knees apart again occurred, Inko obeyed. The foot traveled under Inko's pencil skirt, the tip of Mitsuki's shoe gently rubbing against Inko's cunt.
It felt too good. The gesture in itself proved how long it's been since she's gotten any action. Her body reacted by wanting more already. She gently raised her hips to meet the foot under the table and did her best to stimulate her clothed clit against the shoe. This was going to be entertaining to Mitsuki.
“Boys,” Mitsuki looked at the two teens, her foot still moving. “Why don't you go upstairs and hang out for a while? I'll call you down when it's time to go, brat.” she was referring to her son.
Katsuki stood up, uncaring. “Whatever, old hag. Show me your shitty room, Deku.”
Izuku quickly got up when he heard the command. “P-Please excuse us!” he said before giving his own mother a small look than turned to go upstairs and bring Katsuki into his room.
Mitsuki stared at Inko once the boys were gone. She smirked.
“How disobedient of you to not spread your legs for me when I told you to. Do you need a reminder of you belong to?” The last part was emphasized with a small push of her shoe against Inko's clothed cunt.
Inko whimpered softly. “I-I'm sorry, it's just, the boys were here and-”
“I don't give a fuck. When I need you to spread your legs. You will do so. Understood?”
Inko nodded shyly.
“I don't believe you.” Mitsuki pushed herself back from the table a bit to get some viewing room under the table. “Get under the table and get in your place.”
Inko's eyes widened. Here? In the dining room?
“Now!”
Inko quickly got on her knees on the floor and crawled under the table. Mitsuki spread her knees, looking under the table to see Inko pathetically get in position.
“That's right. That's your place.”
Mitsuki hooked her fingers under the side of her panties. She pulled them to the side.
“Eat.”
Inko nearly cried. How could she be degraded like this in her own home? What would her son think if he ever knew his mom ate his best friend's mom out all the time before and they're doing it again at the dining table? His mom on her knees for another woman?
Before she could take too long and receive disapproval from Mitsuki, Inko's tongue poked out and she lapped up the familiar taste of her high school bully's wetness. She sucked at her folds, licking and sucking the fat pussy lips before her wet muscle met with that clit she is so familiar with. She sucked it into her mouth and stayed there. Loud sucking noises were heard as she devoured that clit. She knew how Mitsuki liked it. A pussy eating expert. Mitsuki's personal pussy eating expert.
“Fuck yeah, you know what you're fucking doing. There's that lovely little mouth.” Mitsuki's hand went to hold Inko's head in place.
Inko closed her eyes. She took in that scent the other woman gave off. Her arousal. Inko's lips stayed tightly sealed around that clit she loves and gave it a few harsh sucks before letting go and delved right into her entrance. Her tongue wriggled around to swallow as much of her slick as possible.
Mitsuki's back arched. She missed being tongue fucked like this. “Shit, damn, you never lost your touch. You really are good for eating pussy. Mm, fuck, you're better than Masaru.”
At the mention of her husband, Inko's eyes shot open. She forgot the other woman still has a husband. Mitsuki was cheating on her husband with another woman and she wasn't caring?
Inko guessed her tongue must have slowed down as she wondered on that thought since Mitsuki all of sudden started grinding her hips against her face, nose to clit, “Oi, don't fucking stop.”
Inko quickly got back to work. She could feel the slick of her pussy oozing down her chin as she ate her. All she could smell, taste, see, hear.. was her bully. All over again.
Her tongue, so familiar, expertly licked along Mitsuki's inner walls. She lapped up the slick on her pussy lips before going back to her clit. She kept it well between her lips and sucked like a baby nursing.
Mitsuki's eyes rolled back. She gripped Inko's hair tighter. “Fuck, fuck, mmh, fuck, keep going, ah shit, keep going!”
Her hips grinded against her face but Inko kept that clit secured between her lips. Used to it.
This went on for a while. & both women loved it.
However, as much as Mitsuki was loving it, she reached her limit. “Open your mouth.”
Inko was familiar with this command when Mitsuki was about to cum. She hurriedly obeyed, separating herself from her bully's pussy and parted her lips open.
Mitsuki finished herself off. Her fingertips rubbed her own clit at an extreme pace. Mitsuki's eyes stayed on Inko as she got herself off. So obedient. Under the table in her own home servicing her. Wet slick shining on her chubby cheeks. Their sons upstairs doing whatever the fuck they were doing. The thought of it all, with the rough action of her fingers, had her squirting right onto Inko's face.
Inko allowed herself get sprayed. She swallowed what fell into her mouth as she was supposed to do. Meant to do. Mitsuki groaned and moaned above her as she came and came and came all over her. Her face, hair, clothes, floor. Claiming her to herself. Claiming her as her bitch forever.
When the stream ended, Inko, out of habit and practice, latched herself onto Mitsuki's pussy once again. She lapped up the remains of her orgasm. Cleaning her. Thanking her. She licked her folds, licked her entrance, kissed her lips, kissed her clit. Trained to do so.
“Mm, that's it, such a good girl..” Mitsuki praised. It felt so good having her pussy worshiped like this again.
The praise itself was embarrassingly enough to make Inko cum. Untouched.
But Mitsuki didn't let her get off so easy with cumming untouched. She stood up from the chair, pulled Inko up from under the dinner table and placed her on top of it. She ruthlessly ripped her panties, Inko's lost so many panties because of her, and slid three fingers into Inko's tight, wet pussy. Without any preparation or warning, she finger fucked her bitch as fast as her wrist can go. Inko came again in no time, squirting all over the table's edge and her bully's fingers. Green eyes rolled back in ecstasy.
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Meanwhile, upstairs, Izuku gagged for the upteenth time around Katsuki's cock. Although Izuku's gag reflex never died down, Katsuki hoped it never did because the sound he makes and the way his throat constricts is worth the nerd's air supply.
Katsuki held Izuku's head between his legs. He sat on the edge of the bed with Izuku on his knees, where he belongs.
“All you are is a fucking cocksleeve for me. You'll be like this whenever I do my homework, watch tv, read, down to when I fucking sleep. Get used to it.”
As though to prove his point, he shoved Izuku further down on his cock. His balls meeting the nerd's chin. Izuku gagged.
Katsuki grinned, holding him in place. Not moving. Not thrusting. Just enjoying the tight, wet, warmth that Deku's mouth gave. His throat's fucking amazing. Spasming at every movement.
He felt Deku's hands on his thighs. He probably wanted air. He decided to play dumb. “Want more, shitty nerd?”
Izuku tried to shake his head no. His mouth is too full. He cant possibly take more.
Katsuki lifted his hips and thrusted deep, deep, into his mouth. He thoroughly face fucked him. Izuku cried.
Lewd, loud, obscenely wet sounds echoed throughout Izuku's room as his mouth and throat was fucked by his bully's cock. Occasionally, a gagging sound accompanied it. Tears flowed down his eyes as they usually did when he’s forced to give head. His jaw always reached its limit and it ached. His throat burned. Hurts. What would his mom think if she knew about this? Having a mouth full of his bully's cock. A throat full. Being in between his bully's legs all the time. Unknowingly to him, she knows that feeling all too well.
Then, Katsuki's hips started to slow, interrupting his thoughts. Izuku thought Katsuki was about to cum. No. He wouldn't slow.
Suddenly, the fullness in his mouth was gone. His jaw was being given a break? He saw that same thick string of saliva connecting his swollen lips to Katsuki's cock appear.
Before Izuku could think further, he was yanked back up to his feet by the hair.
“Ow!” Izuku yelped.
“Shut up. Lie on your back on the fucking bed. Head hanging off the edge.”
Izuku's eyes widened in realization. He.. wants him to deep throat him in that position?
“Are you fucking deaf?! Now!”
Izuku squeaked, hurriedly getting on his bed and lied down on his back as told. He adjusted himself so that his head hanged off the edge of the bed. His neck was definitely going to be sore after this.
“K-Kaccha-” before he could finish, Katsuki had already put his legs on either side on Izuku's hanging head. He slipped his leaking, hard cock right back in between those lips.
He didn't give the nerd any time to adjust. He gripped Deku's head in his hands and moved it for him. He used his head for his own pleasure. His mouth. Throat. Always been for his own pleasure.
Katsuki started with a fast pace already. Izuku's throat was being fucked at an incredible, deep pace. He had no control. Katsuki held his head tightly by his hair. Up and down, up and down, meeting Katsuki's hips as he was throat fucked.
He laid there and took it.
“Fuck, ugh, should have done this to begin with.”
Katsuki moaned. A few grunts escaped as he felt that familiar squeeze of the nerd's throat as he gagged.
Those same wet squelching noises echoed as well as the sound of Katsuki's balls slapping against Izuku's chin and his gags were heard in Deku's room.
Izuku felt so dizzy. His head was being moved at Katsuki's will. Katsuki's pace. His harsh thrusts as well as the movement to his head had his eyes losing focus. All he could see was Katsuki. All he could feel was Katsuki. All he was was a cocksleeve for Katsuki. To be used by Katsuki. His bully.
Katsuki grunted loudly, “Ah, fuck, fuck!”
Then everything went white. Izuku felt his throat being filled with Katsuki's cum. He was deeply lodged in there to force it down his throat. Izuku felt Katsuki's balls rest on his chin as they provided him load after load of his seed down his throat. His head was held in place, where it belonged. He swallowed thickly around his cock and took it.
Katsuki gave his cheek a slap before pulling out. Cum gushed past Izuku's lips. Since his head was upside down, the cum traveled down his nose, meeting his eyes. His face just covered in his bully's cum.
Katsuki slapped his cock against his face a few times. Another silent reminder. “That's a good look on you, Shitty Deku.”
Katsuki reached over to Izuku's pants. He shoved his hand in and gripped his neglected hard cock. With one firm squeeze, Izuku came in his pants once again. He moaned and twitched, too fucked out to do much else. A squeeze was all it took.
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The Midoriya's were saying their goodbyes to the Bakugo's. Their visit ended.
The two women hugged as they said their goodbyes.
“Thank you for having us over,” Mitsuki said to Inko. She whispered softly into her ear. “See you next week.”
Mitsuki pulled back and gave them a sweet smile before taking her son and went home.
Inko closed the door after them. She was still in a haze.
Mother and son stood there by each other. Both fucked out. Eyes teary. Face flushed. Lips swollen. Clothes slightly messy. Panties gone, boxers ruined.
Cum dripping down both of their legs.
“I'm.. going to take a bath.” Izuku said softly. His voice raspy as he rubbed the back of his neck. Sore.
“Yes.. so will I.” Inko added.
Both went on their separate ways to take their baths. Both thought about their time with their bullies. If only they knew they were both on their knees for the Bakugo's.