#mitsukatsu

Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia (@Horikoshi Kohei) Character(s): Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Mitsuki, Bakugou Masaru Pairing(s): (Mitsu)KatsuMitsu Rating: E Word count: 1.500 CWs: Incest, Parent/Child Incest, Mother/Child Incest, Consensual Incest, Implied/Referenced Threesome -F/M/M, Femdom, Outdoor Sex, Vaginal Sex, Barebacking, Cunnilingus, Face-Sitting, Mommy Kink, Dirty Talk, Wank and Tell, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

Summary: - It'd been a while since all three of them had had enough free time to hike up the mountain near the city, what with their fashion company and Katsuki's training keeping them too busy to take off even a couple of days for a tiny vacation with family. Mitsuki was happy they managed to plan this trip though. - PART 5 OF Got Me In Chains SERIES

«You good there, dear?» Mitsuki asks her husband, looking back to where Masaru is concentrated on putting together their tents for the weekend outdoors.

It'd been a while since all three of them had had enough free time to hike up the mountain near the city, what with their fashion company and Katsuki's training keeping them too busy to take off even a couple of days for a tiny vacation with family. Mitsuki was happy they managed to plan this trip though.

«Yes, dear,» Masaru answers, turning to smile at her. «I've got it, thank you!»

Mitsuki nods, winking his way. «Alright, then Katsuki and I will go find some wood for the fire!»

«Go alone, hag!» Katsuki pipes up from the edge of the hill they're camping at. He glares and pockets his phone after taking some pictures, a snarl at the ready.

Mitsuki rolls her eyes at her son's antics, striding toward him to snatch him by the collar and drag him away. «Stop being a little bitch, fucker. Come help your mom.»

They disappear under the canopy of trees outlining the clearing to the sound of Masaru's chuckles. It doesn't take long for them to be further enough away from the camp that they no longer hear him. Katsuki stops struggling and keeps up with Mitsuki, silent for the next few minutes as they walk through trees and underbrush.

She figures they're a fair distance now.

She whirls around, snatching Katsuki's shirt in her fist. «C'mere,» she says, pulling her son closer before he can react.

She's crashing her mouth to Katsuki's with a hum, her free hand snagging into his hair and tugging on it. Her son gasps, his lips parting with a low moan; Mitsuki's tongue slips inside, taking her time to thoroughly explore and taste him. She sucks on his tongue, nips at his lip, kiss him deeper.

«Mom,» Katsuki sighs against her neck when they separate, nosing at her jaw as her hands move lower. «Mom…»

«Yeah, baby.» Mitsuki slides her hands under her son's shirt, nails dragging up his back, warm skin exposed centimeter by centimeter as she bunches the fabric at his armpits. «I missed you too.»

Katsuki copies her, his larger palms sneaking under her top to feel her up, to push her sports bra out of the way and grope her tits, sink his blunt nails in the plump flesh. Mitsuki sighs, chest arching to encourage Katsuki to touch to his heart's content. He abandons her earlobe to bow down and latch on a pert nipple, sucking, nipping and flicking at it with familiarity. With yearning.

Mitsuki gets it. Ever since Katsuki moved to the dorms, it'd been difficult to adjust; to make time to see each other.

«So good, baby,» she says, patting blond spikes as he buries his face between her tits. His hands clutch at her sides, pressing her into a tree and she appreciates the support of it. He looks up at her, his red eyes dark with desire, feverish. «Kiss me, Katsuki.»

He's surging forward with a groan, his tongue invading her mouth, trying to rob her of her breath, of control, but they both know who calls the shots here. Still cute though, she thinks. Her hands travel along his flanks to his ass; she squeezes him, pulling his hips to rock into her own. She hooks a leg around his waist, rutting up into the tent she feels poking her. They both moan, panting into each other's mouths.

It's been so long since they had the chance to do this.

«M… Mom… can I…?»

Oh, she likes his pleading tone — even if he didn't outright beg, yet — and his wide eyes; it's like he's young and innocent again, being forced to sit and watch mommy and daddy fuck and have so much fun without him, asking why he's left out. Her pussy's drenched already. She takes his hand in hers, guides it between her thighs.

«Mommy's cunt's so wet for you, Katsuki,» she whispers. Katsuki shudders at the filthy words, his fingers pressing into her. Her damp thong dipping into the valley of her folds, fabric soaking up her slick the more her son put pressure on them. «Yeah, feel that?»

Katsuki nods, cheeks blushing a beautiful pink. His hand slips under her yoga pants and underwear, pointer finger wasting no time to trace her pussy and settle at her clit. Mitsuki parts her legs a bit, leaning on the tree, giving her son better access. She hums, rocking her hips up to meet his languid touch, grabbing his collar to crash their lips together once again. One stronger thrust of her lower half makes Katsuki's finger slide inside her and she fucks herself on it, enjoying the feeling but decidedly wanting something more substantial to pound her.

«Baby, fuck me,» she moans into his ear. «Now. Fast and hard.»

«Shit, shitshit—» he cruses. He's pushing his pants down past his ass in a hurry, his flushed cock swollen and dripping precum.

Mituski barely has time to turn and face the tree, her own yoga pants bunched down her thighs, when Katsuki grips her hips and shoves his cock inside her, her thong pushed to the side with a thumb. She sighs in satisfaction, arching her back for a better angle. They both thrust back into each other at a frantic pace, more focused on getting off together after months of distance then on drawing it out.

«M-Mom…! Ngh — tight…! F-fuck, so good!»

Mitsuki laughs, breathless. «Ya like... Mommy's— ah!— tight cunt... mh baby?»

Katsuki's moans of «Yeah! Good!» make her smirk through her pleasure. She rolls her hips on his cock, clenches around it to hear him curse and stutter on his next thrust. He's close, she can tell; his length throbbing as it spears her pussy over and over. His breath is humid on her nape as he licks her sweat from her neck, loud and interrupted by grunts and groans.

«I-I'm— Mom…! I—» he tries to say, hands gripping her tighter, thrusts erratic.

«Good boy Katsuki— aahn!— cum for Mommy,» she tells him, one hand blindly reaching backward to curl into his hair, her head turning to the side for an open-mouthed kiss. «Fill me up.»

«FUCK! Fu-fuck…! Mom…!!» he whines, cock shoved in deep one last time, before stilling and releasing spurt after spurt of thick cum in Mitsuki's pussy almost violently.

«Nnnh, yes, baby! Like that!» she praises. She ruts back onto him, smirking at his keen when she languidly fucks herself on his overstimulated cock. The squelch of their fluids lewd and dripping down her thighs. «Oooh, you were so pent up, mmh?»

Mitsuki lets her son pull out, tuck himself in his pants, then she's pushing him on the forest floor while he's still slightly off kilter. She ignores his squawk of surprise, crawling on top of him; she places her hands on his muscled, heaving chest for leverage and sits on his still-flushed face.

«Ya had your fun Katsuki, now be a good boy and make Mommy cum,» she tells him.

She cuts his answer off — it'd be a "yes please Mom" anyway, 'cause she's trained him well over the years — and smothers him with her sloppy cunt. He's there waiting, his tongue plunging inside her immediately, licking his spend from her stretched hole and puffy folds. She rides him, spine arched as she ruts her sensitive clit over his lower lip and chin, rocking back and forth, his lips sucking at it. He groans, pushing his face further up, his tongue fucking in and out. He eats her out like a champ, coaxing her orgasm closer and closer.

«Yes!! Keep going, baby! Ah! Fuck, yeah! You're doing so well…! Ah— shit…!!»

Mitsuki grinds her pussy down on Katsuki, tensing and digging her nails in his pecs, convulsing and cumming with a loud moan.

[-]

They walk back to camp after cooling down, rearranging their clothes and picking up few sticks of wood.

Masaru greets them with a smile. His brown eyes take in their disheveled hair, the leaves stuck in Katsuki's spikes; they notice the hickeys blooming on both their necks and Mitsuki's upper body. They zero in on the wet patch at Mituski's yoga pants' crotch as well as on the bulge in Katsuki's own.

«Had fun out there?» he asks, amusement in his tone and mischief in his gaze.

Mitsuki feels a bit guilty for leaving Masaru out this time, but it's all right — they have the all weekend to enjoy themselves anyway, all three of them; to renew their bond as a family, as a unit.

«Yeah,» she says, matching her husband's impish aura with her own. «Right baby?»

Katsuki stares between them, rolls his eyes. The blush staining his cheeks fools neither of his parents. «Yeah,» he agrees, a smirk stretching his swollen lips. «We did.»

@mitsukatsu:  I made a little fanart of athela , hope you will like it ^^

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Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia (@Horikoshi Kohei) Character(s): Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Mitsuki, Bakugou Masaru Pairing(s): MitsuKatsuMasa Rating: E Word count: 2715 CWs: Pre-Canon, Shota, Mildly Dubious Consent, Consensual Incest, Incest, Parent/Child Incest, Dom/sub, Femdom, Pet Play, Handcuffs, Punishment, Spanking, Begging, Anal Fingering, Oral Sex, Piss Drinking, Aftercare, Rare Pairings, Threesome - F/M/M, Mommy Kink, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

Summary: - He hadn't meant to break the window! He knew he couldn't use his quirk inside, and he hadn't; he'd bragged to his friends and Deku about his new move, promising to show them outside in the yard during lunch break. He'd just miscalculated the distance. He didn't explode the glass pane on purpose. -

PART 3 OF Got Me In Chains SERIES

The grip on the back of Katsuki's neck tightens a little when he and his mom step out of the school grounds.

He doesn't try to defend himself or even to catch her attention, but he does glance sideways up at her as they approach the car, trying to gouge how bad he messed up. Mitsuki doesn't meet his eyes, only staring straight ahead with the clacking of her high heels on the pavement being the background noise. She doesn't say anything either, not even when she opens the passenger door and points at him to get in.

The whole ride home is silent. The heavy kind, the one which makes his skin feel tight around his knuckles, makes him chew on his lip in anxiousness. That would be a dead give away of how angry she is, because the only times his mom is so quiet are when she's seriously pissed — and it's Katsuki's fault now.

He hadn't meant to break the window! He knew he couldn't use his quirk inside, and he hadn't; he'd bragged to his friends and Deku about his new move, promising to show them outside in the yard during lunch break. He'd just miscalculated the distance. He didn't explode the glass pane on purpose.

He'd already explained it to the principal and his teachers, Deku backing him up even, and they'd told his mom, so there's nothing more he can do.

Katsuki sits in the car, hands clutching his knees and a frown wrinkling his brows, sweat gathering at his nape.

[*]

Once at home, he gets out without prompting, following his mom to the front door. Inside he sets down his backpack, takes off both his shoes and his jacket alongside her, then they walk into the living room.

Katsuki stops when he sees his dad curled up on the couch, wearing nothing but a familiar collar, fake paws, knee pads and a tail — he remembers the first time he'd seen the set, Mitsuki calling it 'Daddy's doggie costume' —. Oh, he thinks, understanding and dismay dawning on him. His mom isn't angry just because of the broken window, but also because the call had interrupted their play time.

He watches his mom approach Masaru.

She pets his hair, scratches him behind the ears; she lets him nuzzle her face, press his nose into her neck as she coos and kisses him on the lips. She whispers an apology for leaving so suddenly. She sits next to his dad, reaching forward to gently trace the lines of his ribs, his stomach. She tells him «Good doggie, patiently waiting for me», her fingers caressing Masaru's stiff, red cock from base to leaking tip. He whines, hips pushing upward, searching for more friction.

«Ah, ah, not yet Masa,» his mom says, chiding. «I've got something to take care of first.» She turns to stare daggers right at Katsuki. Her red eyes burn a hole through his forehead.

Oh. Oh shit. He'd hoped she might have forgotten about him, but of course she hasn't.

«Come here, Katsuki.» Her voice is cold and commanding, in a way he only hears when she gets really upset with him, or her clients.

He has no choice but to obey.

He swallows down the lump in his throat, walking forward on slightly shaky legs. He looks over at his dad — calmly sitting on his haunches, his paws on his thighs while he ignores his neglected erection thanks to years of practice —, wordlessly asking for help yet knowing he won't get any. Not while he's playing dog.

His heart beats fast in his chest. He knows what's coming. He's been in this situation a lot, especially after his mom had given him the custom-made crimson leather bands he wears around his wrists; a gift for pulling off his first future, special hero move.

He fiddles with the wristbands, nervously thumbing the metal ring jutting out even as he halts in front of his mom. «Mo—»

«Shut up.»

Katsuki's teeth clack shut. She grabs him by the arm, yanking him onto her lap in a quick movement; he yelps, sprawled across her legs with his head near his dad's knees.

«Hands,» Mitsuki says and again, he can do nothing but follow the command.

He bites his lips but folds his arms behind his back, shaking fists resting at his waist. He knows better than to try to climb off, so he waits.

He sees his mom fish out a small lock from her pants' pockets; she hooks it into the hoops of his cuffs before closing it, sealing his hands in that position. Already, the tenseness in his muscles doubles and he has to make a conscious effort to try to relax. It's a pointless attempt, though, because his body goes rigid and his breath catches in his throat when his shorts are pulled down and off along with his underwear.

Katsuki feels his mom's hand settle on his bare ass. Her fingers lightly dig into his soft skin, squeezing his right butt cheek and massaging it, inching downward. She wriggles in-between, her palm now a bit damp, she probes along the cleft until she's tickling his balls with a manicured nail.

He sighs, can't help the way he melts under her ministrations — it's warm, tender, almost comforting in how it reminds him of all the times she touches him when he's been good, when she rewards him.

Mitsuki groans, shifting on her seat so she can bend down to lick and bite at his ass. «Count, Katsuki. To thirty,» she says. He doesn't need to look over to know she's licking her lips in anticipation.

It's the only warning he gets.

His mom's hand raises and descends on his ass with a resounding smack!, the stinging breaks out from the point of impact immediately. He cries out, jolting forward while his spine arches.

«O-one,» he says, voice quivering.

Mitsuki starts punishing him in earnest, rhythmically and repeatedly, the swishing of her hand cutting through the air as loud as the slap descending on Katsuki's soft cheeks. She's unrelenting. He can feel her anger radiate from her piercing stare; if he hesitates too long before calling the number, she grabs his hair and lifts his head up at an uncomfortable angle until he wheezes it out.

«How— many times— did I tell you,» Mitsuki snarls, uttering words that aren't orders for the first time since showing up at school earlier. «To be careful— how you use— your quirk— you fuckin' runt!»

Each short pause is accompanied by a sharp hit, each targeting one cheek, then the other.

Katsuki's body recoils, but he can't move; he doesn't even dare to think to do it—he doesn't want to think what the consequences would be. So he lays there on her lap and takes it, trembling and trying to keep his noises down and counting. His voice is nasal, strained; his face feels hot just like his ass and the pressure of tears on the verge of spilling prickle his eyes.

At the twelfth spank he can't hold back the sobs anymore. «P-pleaseee! N-no more...!»

Smack! «Count, ya ungrateful brat!»

Katsuki wails. «T-t-twen'-on-one…!»

His fists clench tighter, his shoulders are cramping up. Sweat gathers on his palms, between his shoulder-blades, behind his knees, between his thighs. «Mo… Mommy, pleeease!» His breath hitches on a wheeze.

Mitsuki doesn't stop or slow down. She expertly moves her legs just so, prompting Katsuki's own to part; she starts hitting his upper thighs, dangerously close to his balls and he can swear she lingers there for a second before bringing her hand up and down again.

«God,» Katsuki hears her moan through the furious pounding of his heart. «You make— such a— beautiful sight…! Fuck, I'm all wet!»

«Ple-please Mommy— AH! AH! T-t-t-wen'-four!» he pleads, hiding his face into the couch cushions.

He feels something brush his hair and finds his dad nosing at his flushed face in silence, Masaru looking at him with understanding. He lowers himself to Katsuki's level, licks up the tears streaming down his eyes, bumps their foreheads together. «D… Daddy…»

«Tch! Didn't say you could— comfort him Masa,» his mom grunts as she keeps smacking his ass. «This mutt— deserves a good— spanking!»

«Won't...  do— do it a-a-again…! P-pr-promise!» Katsuki sobs. His hair is yanked on forcefully in warning and he inhales. «T-twenty… s-s-s-seven!»

«Damn— right— you won't!» Mitsuki growls, delivering the last three strikes in rapid succession, harsh and aimed right at the center of his ass.

The living room goes quiet for the next several minutes.

Katsuki's whimpers and hiccups the only sounds loud enough to be heard.

He squirms on his mom's lap. His ass and thighs burn but are also numb, his face is no better; his body feels feverish and cold and kind of agitated, but in a good way. His dick is embarrassedly hard and tingly where it's trapped between his stomach and Mitsuki's pants. His mom slowly pulls him up and helps him straddle her legs, when he's regained control of his breathing, careful not to agitate his smarting ass.

She stares at him, her eyes dark with a certain kind of hunger he's become familiar with, but which softens somewhat as she takes in Katsuki's puffy eyes and reddened, wet cheeks.

Katsuki sniffs, bashful and wishing his hands were free to wipe at the snot leaking from his nose. «'M s-sorry, Mommy...»

She cradles his face in her hands, thumbs brushing away the stray tears escaping him. She leans in, kissing him square on the mouth. «I know, baby,» she whispers, sucking on his wobbling lip. «But you were a bad boy, and what do bad boys get?»

«… Punishment.»

«That's right,» Mitsuki says, honey sweet, petting his hair away from his sweaty forehead.

She kisses him again, laps at his bite-swollen lips and Katsuki opens up for her without coaxing, used to it, craving the touch after enduring her discipling. His breath still catches when her tongue slips inside. He does his best to reciprocate the kiss; he's rewarded with a gentle caress down his back.

He lets his eyes fall closed, quickly relaxing in her hold despite his bound hands and aching ass. He doesn't like the punishments, but this — the attention, the blissful feeling of calm that being cradled in Mommy's arms gives him, the pleasant buzzing in his veins —, he relishes in this.

It's incredibly reassuring.

«Here, baby.» Mitsuki whispers, pulling back and smiling at him, the pad of a finger tracing his spit-shiny mouth.

She unbuttons her dress shirt, pulls down her lacy bra and lets her breasts spill out.

Katsuki whines, falling toward her chest immediately; he latches onto a nipple, sucking and nipping it until it's stiff and swollen. Then switches to the other, repeating the process encouraged by Mitsuki's impassioned sighs of «good boy». He's too lost in pleasing his mom, in her warm skin against his and the weight of her tits on his tongue.

He barely notices her hands traveling down along his back, settle on his ass.

He whimpers around a pert nipple when she massages him gingerly, jolts of pain mixed with pleasure shoot up his body through her soothing touches and the fierce stinging. She pets his cheeks, squeezes them and runs her thumbs across the sensitive skin; she pulls them apart, her pointer fingers grazing his hole, lightly prodding as he shudders and whines.

«Such cute sounds you make, baby,» Mitsuki praises, her fingers sliding downward to skim at his balls and back up his taint.

«M-Mo— nnh— Mommy...» he moans, drunk on the addicting, syrupy taste of her sweat.

She indulges him, craning her neck downward to kiss him, to fill his mouth with her tongue over and over, stealing all of his breath and his needy mewls.

«Masa,» he hears her say to his dad when they separate. One of Mitsuki's hands leave him, the other still kneading his spank-red cheeks. «You've been such a good doggie today… you wanna cum?» Masaru grumbles a little, an affirmative. «You can hump our runt's ass.»

Through the haze in his mind, Katsuki hears his dad move, the couch shifting.

His mom shoves two fingers in his mouth, tells him to suck, keeps him busy while his dad crawls behind him. He jumps as he feels paws on his ass and a wet tongue lick a broad strip from below his sac all the way up his cleft.

«AH! Da-Da— nngghhh!» Katsuki moans, shivering.

Masaru sweeps his tongue over his hole again and again; he slobbers over it, the tip tracing his fluttering entrance before pressing on it tenderly, the warm wetness loosening the tight ring of muscles.

Katsuki arches his hips back, wanting more.

His dad pulls off for a moment — the muted sound of something falling on the carpet going unnoticed — only to mold himself flush to Katsuki soon after, panting loud in his ear. Masaru's hot, hard cock settles in between his ass cheeks, his paws at his sides. He starts rocking his hips back and forth, his leaking length gliding over his hole in quick, desperate thrusts. They both whine and moan, rocking together.

Mitsuki's hands are all over him; nails scratching his flushed skin, twisting his nipples, caressing his bound arms and hands. They sneak between their bodies and he feels her fumble with her pants, moans something nasty against his neck.

Katsuki's dick rubs against his mom's stomach, overstimulated and close to bursting. «AH! G-gotta p-pee…! I-I— M-mommy!»

His mom's free hand comes up to Katsuki's front, fingers closing around his twitching length. «Not on the couch you don't, mutt,» she says, her sharp tone ruined by the tremble of arousal in her voice.

He sobs. «Pl-pleaseee!! Mo… mmy!»

Mitsuki groans and pulls Katsuki to a stand in front of her, still preventing him from releasing. She sloppily shoves her pants down one-handed before barking out an order to Masaru. «Shit Masa… just fuck me, hurry up!»

The couch squeaks a bit when they shift to accommodate the new positions.

Katsuki feels his dad's hair prickle the back of his thighs; he sighs deep and long at the same time as his mom groans, her damp breath tickling his groin.

«Ah! Fuck— yes, God— faster, doggie!!»

«Momm— OH! Mmghn—!!» Katsuki's plea cuts into a cry.

Mitsuki's lips wrap around his dick, taking it all in with no effort and flicking the hard erection with an expert and teasing tongue. She sighs and mewls, sucking on him as his dad fucks her into the cushions—if he had a clearer mind, he'd be curious about how that is like—; he knows she feels good, he's heard her say it a lot all the times he'd caught them or he'd been made to watch.

His mom's hands are on his ass again, two fingers easily slipping inside him one at a time. They scissor his walls, curl downward and poke at his sweet spot — his prostate, a part of his brain supplies —, making him quake on unsteady legs and keen. He doesn't know whether to buck into her mouth or her fingers. He feels too good, too hot, too sensitive.

His dick is so hard it hurts. «Mom— nnh!— c-c-can I p— AH!— pee…? M-Mommy pl'ssee!!»

Mitsuki pops off of him, moaning and looking up at him with a flushed, lustful stare. «Yeah, pup— shit! Ah, Masa!— piss down your— ffuuck!— Mommy's throat…!»

She seals her mouth around him again while tormenting his sweet spot, and Katsuki can't hold back anymore.

«M-Mommmmy…!!»

His stomach muscles tense, then relax and he's releasing all the pent up piss on his mom's tongue with a garbled whine. Her hands squeeze his ass and keep him firmly planted against her face as she drinks and drinks and drinks.

Mitsuki's still bucking her hips up to meet his dad's thrusts until she stiffens, a breathy sigh puffing over Katsuki's stomach. Behind him, Masaru growls immediately after, halting all movement as well.

Katsuki's asleep before his mom frees his hands; he's only vaguely aware of the tender touches massaging his wrists, or the light kisses pressed to his temples, or the blanket draped over his shoulders.

(Photo proof - sorry I forgot to take the picture before cutting and eating it, it smelled too good 💀 so the photo look mid but its really good thank you-)

Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia (@Horikoshi Kohei) Character(s): Bakugou Mitsuki, Bakugou Katsuki Pairing(s): Bakucest Rating: E Word count: 1783 CWs: PWP, Incest, Mother/Son Incest, Implied/Referenced spanking, Mildly Dubious Consent, Punishment, Masturbation, Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex, Hand Jobs, Rare Pairings, Dirty Talk, Light Praise Kink, Mommy Kink, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

Summary:  - Mitsuki shifts on the couch, her breath hitching and she groans quietly when her wet panties rub over her crotch. -

Mitsuki can barely wait for Katsuki to wobble out of the living room. Her heart is jack-hammering in her chest and the heat on her face is uncomfortable; she reaches up to her blouse, popping the top button open—her hand's shaking, she notices. It's the same she's just used to spank her son. It still tingles from the harsh slaps, the palm pink and shining with a layer of glycerin sweat. Mitsuki shifts on the couch, her breath hitching and she groans quietly when her wet panties rub over her crotch. She brings her palm to her lips, tongue running flat over the skin. The sweetness of her quirk familiar, yet she can convince herself she can taste the bitter notes of Katsuki's own, in the back of her throat. It's when her tongue laves over her pointer and middle fingers that she does taste it... there, right at the tip, is the taste of musk and something vaguely smoky, lingering on her skin. «Fuck...» she moans. She's sucking on her fingers before she can stop herself; saliva building up in her mouth as she coats the digits in it until it's dripping down her wrist. Her free hand sneaks along her thigh, her legs spreading just enough so she can thumb at the damp splotch Katsuki had left behind. She shivers, reclining on the couch with her eyes closed. He cummed from her punishing him, from her spanking him... God, she thinks, scraping her nails over the evidence of that fact. He got off untouched. Her hands move down her neck and up her thigh respectively. She wonders how big he is now — she hasn't seen him naked in years but she's felt him, getting hard and rutting on her —. He'd felt hot, long. Young. Desperate. Mitsuki's right hand unbuttons her blouse, haphazardly pushing up one side of her lacy bra; her tits bounce lightly as they're freed. She gropes and kneads her right breast, pinches and squeezes her nipple, racks her manicured nails over the hardened nub. Her left hand settles at her groin, her legs spread. She massages her pussy through the pants' fabric as best she can, gasping.

In her mind, Katsuki's bitten off groans — angry, embarrassed, turned on — and unspoken pleas echo, making her hotter and wetter. She wishes she could've seen Katsuki's face, the glimpses of red cheeks and ears had made her crave for more.

An unhindered view of her son twitching, pliant under her hands while she slapped his bare ass, punished him for being so spoiled. «Shit!» Mitsuki's curses. «Not—  ah— enough!»

She's quickly tugging her pants and panties down her hips, leaving them hanging off of one leg only. She doesn't care that she's out in the middle of the goddamn living room; Masaru won't be home for a while and at this point, if Katsuki were to walk in, she'd probably encourage him to stare to his heart’s content as a reward for being good earlier. She'd tell him if he can refrain from creaming his pants while watching her get off, he could cream her pussy instead. «Fuck, fuck, fuck...!» she chants, planting a foot on the couch and going right for it without hesitation.

She's utterly  soaked. A finger brushes her labia, gathering slick and spreading it over her clit to ease the friction. She works herself more impatiently than usual, too turned on to really take her time as she'd do any other time. She massages the hood, stroking and lightly pulling on it the way she likes it — she hisses at the mix of pain and pleasure —. She sinks two fingers into her aching hole, three, and thrusts.

It's so slippery, and she's so excited and stretched she could probably fit All Might's cock in one push, but that's a thought for another time. Pumping the digits in and out, curling them almost into a fist is so easy.

The squelching sounds are loud, lewd, nasty.

Delicious. «Ka—  ah!— Yes,  fuck!  Katsu... ngh!»

Her moans are unrestrained. A part of her brain wonders if they're garish enough to be heard from upstairs... would Katsuki hear her and come down to investigate? Maybe hoping to catch her doing exactly what she's doing.

She can image it: her son appearing in the threshold, all wide-eyed surprise and embarrassment, flushing right up to the roots of his hair, trying to hide the boner he'd pop as soon as his brain would register the scene — his mother, panties drenched after spanking him and masturbating to his punishment.

Little does Katsuki know, Mitsuki's been doing it since he was six; every time she'd catch him doing something not allowed, or she'd been informed about him misbehaving at school. She would bend him over her lap, spank him and her pussy would be throbbing through it alongside his ass. Afterwards, Mitsuki would go upstairs, either to her trusted vibrator or her husband, and ride them — one or both — with thoughts of her firecracker of a son, shaking, squirming and crying «mommy» until her legs went numb and she cried of over-stimulation. «Ah! Nngh—  shit, shit— Katsuki...!» Mitsuki moans, voice dripping with a dark kind of desire. She's thrusting four fingers into her cunt, hips jerking up, gyrating as she chases her orgasm, her clit hard and sensitive, rubbed raw. «Katsu— nnnh! Aaah!— Here, here, almost, Katsuki...!!» «... Hag?!» Mitsuki's eyes snap open only to land on Katsuki, standing there, a few feet away from her. He looks exactly like she'd imagined he would, and his gaze jumps between her face, her tits and her crotch, again and again. Finally, it settles on her slick-shiny pussy, on her slender fingers ramming in and out of it, on her other hand thumbing her abused-to-the-point-of-hurting clit. She sees him swallow, lick his lips, groan quietly; sees the tent in his clean pair of sweatpants; sees the hunger in his eyes.

She grins, making a come-hither motion, humming when he takes an unconscious step forward. «Come to Mommy, Katsuki,» she moans, all sin and debauchery and lust. «Baby... oh baby— fuck, mmnh!— Mommy's so hot, so wet… I'm so close… you wanna help me out— nnh— right?»

She's finger-fucking herself, her cunt's walls quivering and fluttering; her nails dig into her clit at a frantic pace. She's right there, on the cusp of her orgasm. Then Katsuki is there too, kneeling between her thighs and diving in to lick under and around her fingers. He laps up her copious precum — even sweeping over her taint, where it's dripped down to —, he slips the tip of his tongue inside her pussy beneath her own digits. His breath is hot and moist on her sensitive skin, making her shiver and keen. She moves her hands off of herself a second before cumming.

Mitsuki's cupping her son's jaw in her wet palm, gently caressing his blushing face.

«What d'ya wanna do, mh, Katsuki?» she asks, slightly short of breath. «Wanna get Mommy off? How long have you been fantasizing about burying yourself in me — fucking me with your cock-» her foot presses onto Katsuki's bulge, eliciting a pitiful whine out of him- «and stuffing my pussy with your cum?»

Katsuki downright keens, his mouth falling slack at the mental image. He shudders. «Please… M-Mommy...»

Mitsuki moans, his needy sound going straight to her cunt. Her hand brushes his cherry-red cheek, moving up to Katsuki's hair; she grabs a handful of blond spikes. «Maybe I'll let you fuck me,» she starts, her sweet tone turning harsh as she shoves Katsuki's face back over her pussy. «If your spoiled ass can... eat me... out…!»  It's half a growl and half a moan.

«That whatcha want, innit?» she adds, because she's not stupid. She knows Katsuki's been jacking off to his punishments too — though she can't tell how long it's been going on —, she's heard him through his bedroom door, cursing and whining for her.

«Yes...» Katsuki says. «Please.» Too cute, Mitsuki thinks.

She presses her groin more firmly into her son's face in a silent 'go on', and Katsuki does. His sharp tongue licks at her almost shyly at first, tiny cat-like sweeps and sucks on the outer labia. He moans at her taste when he truly gets to work, latching his mouth onto her clit, sucking on it gently, circling his tongue around it and teasing it with the tip or running it flat over her pussy's entire length. Three of his fingers — thicker then her own — delve inside her wet warmth, thrusting back and forth at the same quick pace Mitsuki had been keeping.

It doesn't matter if he's clumsy, inexperienced or impatient. It feels great and impassioned — Mitsuki's been dreaming of this for so long. Fucking and being fucked by her son. «Nnghh— yeah, Katsu… ki...» she encourages, hands gripping his hair tighter. «Like-like... that!— Ah!» «M-Mom,» Katsuki's moan is muffled by the pussy he's buried against. «Mommy...» He stares at her with hazy, blown-black eyes swimming with such an intense desire Mitsuki shivers. «Fuck— Good boy, so good... my baby— Ah! Ah! Yes...!» Mitsuki moans, rocking her hips down on his fingers as he keeps ramming them inside her with obscenely sloppy, wet sounds. «'M cumming! Shit baby... make me cum!»

Katsuki's shoving four, thick fingers in her twitching cunt and his thumb bears down on her clit, so hard there's tears pooling at the corners of her eyes. «AH!! Katsuki…!!»

She throws her head back, cums so violently her head spins, nails clawing at her son's scalp. He keeps thrusting his tongue and fingers in and out, coaxing more and more slick from her, which he drinks up with low mewls.

When Mitsuki comes down from her orgasm, she tugs Katsuki on top of her. He's straddling her lap, looking absolutely fucked out even if no one had fucked him. Mitsuki palms at his crotch — she can see and feel the hard ridge of his cock beneath the cotton — before sneaking her hand inside, past the waistband.

Little shit, she thinks smirking, going commando huh.

«M-Mo— shit!»

Mitsuki wraps her hand around the throbbing cock; her lubricated palm gliding tightly over the length in quick, sharp strokes. Katsuki squirms on her lap and groans, canting his hips upward to seek further stimulation; which Mitsuki is kind enough to provide by thumbing at the head, nail gently scraping the dripping slit.

With how turned on her son was before, it's no wonder he's moaning and orgasming within the next two jerks of Mitsuki's wrist — arching his spine, a «Mommy...» falling past his puffy pink lips in a whiny call.

He's coating both Mitsuki's hand and his pants in cum.