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The Successor Ch. 28 (My Hero Academia)
🕑 Added 2022-09-18 14:48:37 +0000 UTCA/N: Some delicious MILF submission~
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“… Fine. But not here. I’ll let you apologize… privately.”
Mitsuki Bakugou does not fail to notice the way young Izuku’s eyes trail down to her cleavage as she leans over the table towards him, her hand atop his hand. She’s not upset about it however… in fact, she was counting on him looking down her top.
“O-Of course… check please!”
What was she even doing? As Mitsuki quickly pulls out her purse and settles the bill, she’s fidgeting and squirming under Izuku Midoriya’s steely gaze. Despite being her daughter’s age, he was far too mature… far too worldly. But then, who’s fault was that? On the face of it, it was Katsumi’s fault… but was he right? Could he be correct? Had Mitsuki truly ruined her own daughter with her piss poor parenting skills?
Before sitting down across from Izuku and talking to him today, she would have blown a gasket had anyone told her that. How dare they, r-right? How dare anyone try to tell her how to raise HER child! But now… if anyone had cause to tell her off, it was Izuku, wasn’t it? The boy that her daughter had been bullying under Mitsuki’s nose for the last several years.
Not that he acted like much of a bullying victim, Mitsuki notes, as she and he leave the restaurant behind. He lets her lead the way, but it’s with this quiet sort of confidence to him that Mitsuki has to admit has her shaken. More than shaken, he has her feeling things she hasn’t felt in a long, long time.
… Mitsuki Bakugou wouldn’t call her marriage loveless by any stretch of the imagination. But if she had to put a word to it, she would call it… settled. Not in the sense that she’d settled for her husband, but rather that they’d BOTH settled down and just… relaxed into the relationship. Despite how short-tempered and fiery a woman Mitsuki was, her husband was quite calm and tame in comparison. This meant that they didn’t have many fights… but it also meant they didn’t have many nights of passionate, untamed love-making either.
Instead, it was Katsumi that Mitsuki was always fighting with. It was Katsumi that Mitsuki was verbally sparring with… as well as physically assaulting. But of course, nothing sexual had ever happened between mother and daughter. And Mitsuki… Mitsuki hadn’t realized just how long her dry spell had been. She and her husband could have had sex… if she initiated things.
Somewhere along the way, she’d stopped initiating and just… let it be. Only now, as she squirmed and walked alongside the confident collected Izuku Midoriya, did she realize how… pent-up she’d gotten. But she couldn’t just… could she? I-If it was for the sake of an apology though… maybe?
“Are we going somewhere, or are you planning to apologize by giving me a tour of the city?”
Izuku’s dry, unimpressed tone cuts through Mitsuki’s thoughts. Her hackles are immediately raised, her instinctive response is to lash out and respond caustically and aggressively… but she pushes that down and swallows thickly. Of course. He was letting her lead, which meant she was to decide the location.
For a brief moment, Mitsuki thinks of her home. Her husband was at work, so it would be fine… if not for Katsumi. Instead, there was really only one option for a private apology.
“O-Of course. Right this way.”
Izuku follows after her sedately, as she leads him to a nearby Love Hotel. Thankfully, the whole thing is automated. Purchasing a room requires zero human interaction, and soon enough, not but ten minutes later, she and Izuku are safely ensconced inside said hotel room. As the door closes and locks behind them, Mitsuki turns to Izuku… and he turns to her, raising one single unimpressed eyebrow.
She opens her mouth, about to ask how to make amends again… before realizing he’d already told her earlier, back at the restaurant.
“You want to make amends? Start by getting down on your knees and begging for forgiveness on your daughter’s behalf.”
And then, he’d had her take them somewhere private. He hadn’t outright said Love Hotel, but he also hadn’t raised a single word of protest as she’d paid for the room and led him in here. In the end… didn’t she already know exactly what he wanted? Mitsuki blushes, heart thumping in her chest. Yes… it was what HE wanted. S-She had no choice… this was to apologize. N-Nothing more…
Ignoring the heat down between her thighs, the gorgeous MILF slowly descends to her knees. Izuku watches her go, and then watches as she crawls over to him. He stays silent, even as she reaches for his crotch. Only when her hands land on his belt does he speak up.
“What are you doing?”
Freezing in place, Mitsuki looks up at him, eyes wide. He wants her to spell it out then? She can… she can do that.
“M-Making amends, I-Izuku… begging… begging for forgiveness.”
She finds herself panting as she explains, her chest heaving up and down along with each breath in and out. Izuku’s eyes fix on this facet of her body, and for a long moment he’s silent before giving her a single sharp nod.
“Very well. Go ahead.”
A dominance play, if she ever saw one. But a very effective, very successful one too. Certainly, he’s made it clear who’s in charge here. She might have brought them here, but he… he’s the one who has all the power. He could ruin her daughter, if he wanted to. A boy as smart as Izuku? Mitsuki doesn’t doubt for a second that he has all sorts of evidence against Katsumi.
Extracting his cock from its confines, Mitsuki can’t help the quiet little moan that leaves her lips as she pulls it out into the air. He’s bigger than her husband, and oh how that thought utterly fills her with shame the moment she has it. But it’s true. Her husband isn’t tiny, by any stretch of the imagination. But facts being what they are… Izuku is quite gifted, and she finds herself breathing in his scent, nuzzling his cockhead to soak up his musk.
He grunts in response, seeming duly unimpressed with her ‘apology’ so far. But that’s fair… she hasn’t truly gotten started yet. Lolling out her tongue, Mitsuki begins to lick and slurp and lap at the engorged, growing member in front of her. He’s getting bigger by the second, and she can hardly believe the boy who was once best friends with her daughter has grown into this fine, handsome, hunky specimen of a man.
Eventually, she decides she’s worshipped his cock long enough. He doesn’t say anything, but Mitsuki herself feels like it’s time to move onto the… proper apology. And so she pulls back, drawing her tongue along Izuku’s underside as she goes, until finally she reaches the bulbous head of his cock. Looking up into his unreadable eyes, Mitsuki opens her mouth as wide as she possibly can… and takes him past her lips.
She descends down his magnificent member as far as she can possibly get before his dick hits the back of her throat at around the halfway mark… maybe a little before it, Mitsuki thinks as she looks at the rest of his shaft. His cock throbs and pulsates in her warm, wet mouth, and she gurgles a little bit, once again unable to help comparing him to her husband. He’s bigger and thicker and… a lot harder to handle.
It’s not all roses and sunshine, trying to deal with a MUCH bigger cock than her spouse’s. But she’s in too deep at this point to back out. And besides, this isn’t just some act of passion. She’s not cheating on her husband because she w-wants to, or anything like that. No… this is penance. This is an act of contrition. She failed Izuku. She failed Katsumi. She deserves this punishment… and more.
With that in mind, Mitsuki Bakugou pulls back… and then drives herself back down his cock. This time, she doesn’t stop at hitting the back of her throat, she forces herself to relax her esophagus and swallow as much of his massive dick as she possibly can. She gets a little further this time, just past the halfway mark as she chokes on his dick.
Glancing up at Izuku finds his eyes as unreadable as ever. If he’s moved by her act of penance, he doesn’t show it. W-Well, she’ll just have to go harder. Further. Deeper. Marshalling herself, Mitsuki begins to bob up and down Izuku’s cock… unlocking skills she hasn’t used since her college days. It’s been a long, long time since she gave any man a blowjob, and certainly none have been as big as Izuku Midoriya. Still, she knew how to deep-throat a dick alongside the best of them, once upon a time. It’s like riding a bicycle… you never really forget.
“Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!”
That said, the MILF can’t help but become a little frenzied, the longer it takes to draw a reaction out of Izuku. All she wants is a grunt or a groan, really. All she wants is for him to show he’s enjoying himself. She’s trying her damnedest to make amends after all! Even as she descends further and further down his member, choking herself on his cock and bulging her throat with his thick and throbbing shaft, Mitsuki tries desperately to think of a way to get a reaction out of him.
Then, it comes to her. He’d been looking down her shirt and staring at her breasts all this time. It was obvious what he wanted from her… right? That said, she couldn’t stop sucking his cock. Not even for a moment. That wouldn’t… that wouldn’t be a proper apology.
And so, Mitsuki shucks off her open jacket, and reaches up to yank her white shirt down. Bunching it up around her waist, she hurries to undo her bra as well, pulling it off and finally releasing her breasts into the open air. As they bounce free, springing about quite energetically, Mitsuki continues to deep-throat Izuku’s cock, knowing full well that her breasts practically defy gravity with their perkiness, thanks to her Quirk.
Izuku’s eyes do indeed get drawn down to her tits, and Mitsuki likes to think she sees a hint of interest in his gaze. Her breasts jiggle and shake as she continues to slam herself down his member, reaching out to grab hold of his legs so she can face fuck herself even harder upon his cock.
“Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!”
Finally, she gets something of a reaction. He grunts… and places a hand atop her head. Mitsuki stiffens for a moment, before blushing profusely. Her face was already flushed, so it’s not that noticeable… but still, why the hell does his hand on her head suffuse her with such warmth and happiness? Embarrassed, she tries to ignore her own feelings, and focus on making Izuku feel good above all else.
At least she’s finally making progress, as her breasts bounce and swing in the open air, no longer confined, no longer held in place. Slurping at his cock, choking on his member, her saliva and drool slowly dribble down onto her fat tits, and she makes quite the mess of herself until finally-
“I’m about to cum, Mitsuki.”
He says it like he’s telling her tomorrow’s weather, and for a moment Mitsuki doesn’t know what to do. But then she focuses on why they’re here and what her purpose is. She’s making amends. What better way to make amends… then her complete and utter humiliation? Sure, swallowing his load would leave less of a mess… but that wasn’t the point of all of this.
And so Mitsuki pulls out and wraps one arm around her body, using it to lift her tits up and present them. The other hand goes to his cock and strokes it enthusiastically, even as she tilts her head back and lolls out her tongue.
With one final grunt, Izuku explodes all over her. He coats her face and tits in his jizz, making an absolute mess of her. It’s a mockery of her marriage, of her role as a mother, of… of everything. And she thinks she maybe just cums a little from it, as humiliating as it is. Her pussy clenches, and she whimpers as his cum drips and drools down her face and along her soft, sensitive, naked tits.
In the aftermath, Mitsuki kneels there… and realizes that this might not be the end. Izuku had been bullied by Katsumi for YEARS. One blowjob… probably wasn’t going to be enough. More than that, Izuku had even more ammunition now. He could have ruined Katsumi’s life before… now, he could ruin Mitsuki’s marriage. He could destroy his bully’s family.
Pulling back, Mitsuki spreads her kneeling legs and leans back, hiking up her skirt and exposing her panty-clad crotch.
“W-Was that enough, Izuku… or do you w-want more? I’m at your mercy… I c-couldn’t say no… even if I wanted to.”
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… Izuku Midoriya didn’t need to be a mind reader to know that Mitsuki Bakugou had been doing some serious mental gymnastics since all the way back in the restaurant to justify all of this. He knew the truth though. This was less about apologizing for Katsumi, less about making amends… and more about getting her own rocks off. Katsumi’s mom was a fucking slut, a horny needy cunt who had almost enjoyed deep throating his cock as much as he had.
And he HAD enjoyed it, to be perfectly clear. There was no denying that. He’d enjoyed every bit of her enthusiastic performance in this room so far. Still, it rankled a little bit. He almost felt used by the older woman. Now… now she wanted more. It was obvious she wanted more. Her panties were soaked through.
He could give it to her. He’d probably enjoy it too. And all in the name of ‘apologizing’, so Mitsuki’s conscience would remain clear. But he had to admit, that thought didn’t fill him with satisfaction. It didn’t make him entirely happy.
Izuku was of half a mind to force Mitsuki to confront the true reasons behind her infidelity. He KNEW how aroused she was right now. He knew how aroused she’d been since back in the restaurant. She’d CHOSEN to ‘apologize’ on her knees in the way she had, rather than with words. If she wanted to be fucked by him, she should just fucking say so.
… On the other hand, he would cherish this memory for quite a long time to come. Katsumi’s mom, on her knees, covered in his cum and begging for more after sucking his cock to completion. Her naked, cum-coated tits heave from exertion, her red eyes shrunk to pinpricks as she pants needily, waiting for his response.
He could just leave. But was he really about to let an opportunity like this pass him by?
Comments
Collar Spider
Glad we're all on the same page. If this is just an apology once she's done she can convince herself that was the end, and it certainly shouldn't be.
Jack Reaver
By far my favorite of your stories, and that's saying something. Great work!
