Young Izuku Midoriya darted across the living room, his small feet thudding against the wooden floor. His fists were clenched tight, his face scrunched with determination. "I'm gonna become a hero even if I don't have a Quirk!" he shouted, leaping over a stray cushion and skidding across the floor.
Inko Midoriya, in her prime, watched her son with a mixture of exhaustion and exasperation. She let out a long, drawn-out sigh. "Izuku… stop it—"
"I won't!" Izuku interrupted, spinning around mid-step. His little green eyes sparkled with stubborn defiance, a fire that belied his tiny frame. "I'm gonna be a hero! Even without a Quirk!"
Inko shook her head.
Izuku continued his mad dash up and down the house, over the sofa, under the table, and around the kitchen chairs, refusing to slow down. Inko sighed again, muttering under her breath, "One day, he's really going to wear himself out…"
And, as expected, that day came sooner rather than later. After several minutes of relentless energy, Izuku collapsed on the floor, sprawled out and drenched in sweat. His chest heaved, tiny fists pressing against the floor as he tried to catch his breath.
"Pant… pant…" His green eyes, wide with exertion and frustration, began to water. "I'll… become… a hero, right?"
A small whimper escaped his lips, and tears threatened to spill. Inko knelt beside him without a word, her hands gentle as she lifted him into her arms. "Come on, Izuku," she murmured softly.
He clung to her for a moment, still trembling from his exertion, before she carried him toward the bathroom. "Let's wash you a bit, shall we?"
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Inko carefully lowered Izuku into the bath, the water lapping around his small form. She reached for a bottle of shampoo, the sweet scent filling the air as she poured a generous amount.
As she scrubbed the sweat from his back, Izuku turned his head to look up at her with wide, hopeful eyes. "Mom…" he began, his voice small but determined.
Inko's heart ached at the look on his face. She knew what was coming before he even asked the question. "Yes, Izuku?"
"Do you think I can become a hero?" he asked, his fists clenching at his sides. "Even without a Quirk?"
Inko sighed, trying to find the right words. "Izuku," she began gently, "you've already asked me this so many times…" She paused, taking a deep breath. "Mommy will be proud of whatever you do, as long as it makes you happy. But you know how things are—"
Izuku's fists clenched tighter. This wasn't the answer he wanted to hear. He wanted to hear, "Yes, you can be a hero too!" But those words never came.
In that moment, as if responding to his frustration and longing, Izuku's small body began to glow with a strange, pink aura. Inko's eyes widened in surprise and concern.
'What is this?' she thought, her heart racing. Was this some kind of sickness? 'Or did he… finally awaken his Quirk—'
But as the pink energy enveloped her as well, her thoughts quickly halted. She felt a warmth spreading through her body, a sensation she hadn't experienced in years. Her cheeks flushed, and she felt a stirring in places she thought had long been dormant.
A heat, a desire. She felt herself becoming aroused, her body responding in ways she couldn't control.
'What's happening?' she thought, her mind a whirlwind of confusion and unexpected pleasure.
"Mommy…" Izuku's voice sounded strange, distant. "What's… what's happening?"
Inko realized with a start that Izuku wasn't talking about the pink energy surrounding them. He was looking down at his own body, his face flushed with embarrassment and confusion. And there, between his small legs, was an erection.
"Mom…" His voice cracked, embarrassment coloring his tone. "Mom, what's happening to me?" he repeated.
Inko's eyes couldn't seem to look away from her son's erection. Her face flushed. It was surprisingly large for his small frame, throbbing with an energy that seemed to match the pulsing pink aura around them.
"He's this big… at his age?" she thought, shocked and confused. "He's even bigger than Hizash— Inko! He's your son! What are your thinking about?" she chastised herself, but her body seemed to have a mind of its own.
"Mommy… it hurts…" Izuku whimpered, his small hands moving to cover himself in embarrassment. But as he did, his erection twitched and pulsed, seemingly growing even larger. Inko felt a wave of arousal crash over her.
"I… I have to help him…" she thought, not even realizing what she was saying. The sensation coursing through her body was driving her mad, clouding her thoughts and pushing her to think things she knew she shouldn't. "But I am his mother… I can't… I can't do that…"
Izuku's erection, now fully hard and pulsing, brushed against her face as he shifted in the water. Inko gasped, her cheeks flushing an even deeper red. She tried to push the thought away, but it was too late. The image of her son's large member was seared into her mind, and her body was responding in ways she couldn't stop.
Before she could even process what she was doing, her hand reached out, wrapping around Izuku's throbbing erection.
Izuku gasped at the contact, his small body trembling. "M-Mom…" he stuttered, his cheeks flushing a deep red.
Inko's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions - guilt, arousal, confusion, and a strange sense of rightness. Her body moved on its own, her mouth descending to take Izuku's length between her lips.
The sensation of her warm mouth enveloping him made Izuku cry out, his small fists clenching at the sides as his mother began to move her head, her tongue swirling around his sensitive flesh. The pink aura around them pulsed and grew, feeding off their shared arousal.
She moved faster, her hand joining her mouth in pleasuring her son.
Izuku was lost in sensation, unable to process what was happening. All he knew was the incredible pleasure coursing through his small body, the warm, wet sensation of his mother's mouth and the tight grip of her hand. He didn't understand why, but it felt right, felt good.
His small fists clenched tighter as the pleasure built, his breath coming in short gasps. "M-Mom… I… I think I'm going to…"
Inko felt his member throb in her mouth, a warning of what was to come. She couldn't stop herself, didn't want to. She increased her pace, her tongue working overtime as she prepared for what was about to happen.
"I'm going to pee!"
Izuku came, his small body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over him. Inko took it all, her body reacting as if it were her own release.
As the last waves of pleasure subsided, Inko slowly pulled away, her eyes meeting Izuku's. For a moment, they just stared at each other, the only sound their heavy breathing. The pink aura slowly faded, leaving them both to come back to reality and process what had just happened.
Izuku was the first to speak, his voice trembling and uncertain. "M-Mom? What… what just happened?"
Inko's cheeks flushed red as the realization of what she had just done hit her. "I… Izuku… I'm so sorry…" she stammered, unable to meet her son's eyes. "I don't know what came over me…"
To be continued...
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