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Several Months Ago...

"Your father and I are getting a divorce," Mitsuki said, her voice shaking with emotion.

Katsuki Bakugou, who was slumped in his chair in the living room, suddenly rose up from his chair in shock. His eyes widened in surprise, and his face turned red with anger.

"The fuck!? Why!?" he exclaimed, his voice loud and furious.

Mitsuki took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. "I... I recently found out that..." She paused, taking another deep breath before continuing. "That your father has been having an affair."

Katsuki's loud attitude died down immediately, replaced by a dead, serious tone. "He what," he said, his voice low and menacing.

Mitsuki shut her eyes tight, still trying to come to terms with what was happening. "I thought that he was working late shifts to support us more, even though I knew he didn't have to," she said, her voice filled with pain and betrayal. "Now I know the reason. He's been seeing a much younger girl, a coworker, little older than you, early 20s."

Katsuki felt like he was about to explode, his anger and rage boiling over. His hands, which were gripping his pants, started sizzling, turning the fabric black where his palms were. He was on the verge of losing control, his emotions overwhelming him.

"Where is he?" Katsuki asked, his voice cold and deadly.

Mitsuki shook her head. "Not here. I called a company to come get his things. I don't want him here."

Katsuki's face turned red with rage. "I fucking want him here! I'm gonna fucking kill him," he exclaimed, his voice filled with fury and hatred.

Mitsuki's eyes snapped open, and she looked at Katsuki with a mixture of concern and fear. "Katsuki, no! You can't hurt him," she said, trying to calm him down.

But Katsuki was beyond reason. He was consumed by his anger and rage, and he wanted revenge. He wanted to hurt his father, to make him pay for what he had done. And he was willing to do whatever it took to make that happen.

"Your the reason I don't want him here, because I know what you will do to him," Mitsuki said, her voice shaking with emotion.

Katsuki's face twisted in anger, his eyes blazing with fury. "Your God damn right! Cheating on you with some other fucking whore when he has you!? What the fuck is he thinking!? Fucking faggot ass!" he exclaimed, his voice rising to a shout.

Mitsuki's eyes welled up with tears as she watched her son's outburst. "Katsuki, please calm down," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

But Katsuki was beyond reason. He was up and pacing back and forth in front of her now, his movements agitated and restless. "Calm down!?" he repeated, his voice incredulous. "How am I supposed to calm down!? Fucking old man- why-!? I don't fucking- how are you calm!?"

Mitsuki's voice cracked as she spoke, her words trembling with emotion. "I'm trying to stay calm. I want to scream, I want to throw something but... I just," she paused, her voice breaking. "I just don't understand..."

As she spoke, Mitsuki's body began to shake, her shoulders heaving with sobs. Tears streamed down her face, and her voice was reduced to a mere whisper.

Katsuki watched, frozen in shock, as his mother broke down in front of him. It was a rare sight, one that he had never seen before. He could only count on one hand the number of times he had seen his mom cry, and he didn't need all his fingers to do it.

Katsuki's arms wrapped slowly around his mother, his movements awkward but genuine. He didn't say anything, unsure of what to say or how to comfort her. But he couldn't just stand there and watch her break down, either.

As soon as his arms were around her, Mitsuki clung to him, holding onto him for life as she bawled her eyes out. Her body shook with sobs, her tears spilling everywhere as she wailed in despair.

"Did all those years mean nothing...? All this time and he just..." she sobbed, her voice cracking with emotion. "I love him, Katsuki! Why would he do this to me!?"

Katsuki's face twisted in a mixture of anger and sadness as he listened to his mother's words. He didn't know how to answer her, didn't know how to make her feel better. All he could do was hold her, offer her what little comfort he could as she cried her heart out.

He felt a surge of anger towards his father, towards the man who had caused his mother so much pain. He wanted to hurt him, to make him pay for what he had done. But for now, he just held his mother, letting her cry and vent her emotions as he stood there, silent and supportive.

As Mitsuki continued to sob, Katsuki's arms tightened around her, holding her close as he tried to absorb some of her pain. He didn't know how to fix things, didn't know how to make her feel better. But he was there for her, and that was all that mattered.

The divorce was a long and awful process, dragging on for several months and involving numerous annoying meetings to work out the details. But in the end, Masaru got nothing out of it, his infidelity and betrayal of Mitsuki's trust ultimately costing him everything.

He tried to push for split custody of Katsuki, but his son made it fundamentally clear that he didn't want to see him or have anything to do with him. Katsuki's anger and hurt towards his father still lingered, and he refused to forgive him for what he had done.

As a result, Masaru's attempts at split custody were denied, and Mitsuki was granted full custody of Katsuki. The two of them were finally able to move on with their lives, free from the toxic influence of Masaru's infidelity.

In the end, everything returned to a sense of normalcy, except for the fact that Katsuki no longer had a father figure in his life, and Mitsuki was no longer married. But despite this, they were both better off without Masaru, and they were finally able to start healing and moving on from the pain he had caused them.

Masaru, on the other hand, was left to deal with the consequences of his actions. He was a quiet man, and his infidelity had been a shocking revelation to those who knew him. But in the end, his quiet nature meant that nothing really changed for him. He simply faded away, a shadow of the man he once was, his reputation forever tarnished by his own selfish desires.

Katsuki didn't give a shit about what happened to his father. Any love or affection he had once felt for him had vanished over the months during the divorce proceedings. The pain and anger he had felt towards his father's infidelity had slowly turned to indifference, and now he couldn't care less about what happened to him.

Last he heard, his father was leaving the country with the woman he had been cheating with. Katsuki's response was a simple "good fucking riddance." He was glad to be rid of him, glad to have him out of his life for good.

As far as Katsuki was concerned, his father was dead to him. He had no interest in ever seeing or speaking to him again, and he was happy to have his mother all to himself. The two of them had been through a lot together, and Katsuki was determined to take care of her and make sure she was happy.

He didn't need his father in his life, and he was better off without him. Katsuki was a strong and independent person, and he knew that he could handle anything that came his way. He didn't need his father's guidance or support, and he was happy to be free of his toxic influence.

So, as his father left the country with his new lover, Katsuki couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. He was finally free of the man who had caused him and his mother so much pain, and he was ready to move on with his life.

While Katsuki had easily moved on from the divorce, his mother, Mitsuki, was struggling to cope with the aftermath. Katsuki knew his mom's personality, she was loud and explosive, just like him. He had inherited those traits from her, and he knew that she was usually a force to be reckoned with.

But over the past few months, Mitsuki had changed. She was more quiet now, didn't yell as much, and always seemed to be in a slump. Katsuki had been patient, letting her grieve and process her emotions, but it was starting to take a toll on him.

He couldn't stand seeing her like this, sitting on the couch day after day, watching TV and rotting away. Or, worse, drinking herself unconscious late at night. It was like she had given up on life, and it was breaking Katsuki's heart.

He missed the old Mitsuki, the one who was full of life and energy, the one who would yell and scream and fight for what she wanted. He missed the mom who would push him to be his best, who would challenge him and support him.

But now, it seemed like that person was gone, replaced by a shell of a woman who was struggling to find her way. Katsuki didn't know how to help her, didn't know how to bring her back from this dark place.

All he knew was that he couldn't stand seeing her like this, and he was determined to do something about it. He was going to find a way to help his mom, to bring her back to life, no matter what it took.

Katsuki walked into the living room, his eyes fixed on his mom's lifeless form on the couch. He hated seeing her like this, and he was determined to do something about it. He had tried to comfort her before, but he was terrible at it. This time, he had a different plan.

"Hey hag," he said, using a nickname he hadn't used in a while. He knew it would get her attention, and it did.

Mitsuki looked up at him, her eyes expressionless. But as she took in his stylish outfit - blue jeans, boots, and a brown leather jacket - a hint of curiosity sparked in her eyes.

"Katsuki?" she asked, her voice a little stronger than it had been in weeks.

"Get dressed," Katsuki said, his voice firm but gentle. "I'm taking you downtown to get a bite."

Mitsuki looked at him, surprised. "What?" she asked, her voice a little more animated now.

Katsuki sighed, his patience wearing thin. "God damn it, mom. Go put something nice on. I'm tired of seeing you like this, and I want to cheer you up with some fucking food."

Mitsuki felt her heart thump at his words. No one had taken her out or tried to cheer her up in months. She looked at Katsuki, and for the first time in a long time, she saw a glimmer of hope.

"Okay, I'll be ready in a couple of minutes," she said, quickly getting up from the couch and starting to make her way to her room.

Katsuki nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "Take all the fucking time you need, mom. I'm not in a rush."

As Mitsuki disappeared into her room, Katsuki let out a sigh of relief. He had no idea if this would work, but he was willing to try anything to get his mom back to her old self. He walked over to the couch and sat down, waiting for her to get ready.

Mitsuki came down the stairs about 10 minutes later, wearing a glossy red dress that clung to her body in all the right places. Her red heels clicked on the floor as she walked, and Katsuki's eyes widened as he took in her appearance.

He looked her up and down, his eyes lingering on her curves and the way the dress accentuated her figure. She looked really nice like that, and Katsuki felt a surge of pride and admiration for his mom.

"You look nice," he said, trying to play it cool.

Mitsuki smiled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Thank you, I didn't want to keep you waiting so I found this old thing," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Katsuki chuckled, his eyes never leaving hers. "Who cares? You look beautiful, and that's all that matters. Let's go. I'm paying."

He stood up and offered his arm, his eyes locked on hers. Mitsuki smiled and took his arm, her hand slipping into the crook of his elbow. Together, they walked out of the house and into the night, the sound of her heels clicking on the sidewalk the only sound between them.

As they walked, Katsuki couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and satisfaction. His mom looked beautiful, and he was happy to be taking her out. He was determined to make this a night to remember, to take her mind off her troubles and show her a good time.

And as they walked into the restaurant, Katsuki knew that he had made the right decision. The look on his mom's face was priceless, and he knew that this was just the beginning of a great night.

The two Bakugous sat at a dinner table at a nice restaurant, mood and setting just right for a quiet evening out. The restaurant was dimly lit, with soft music playing in the background, and the tables were spaced far enough apart that they had a sense of privacy.

Both Katsuki and Mitsuki had ordered nice steaks, cooked to their liking, with some nice sides to accompany them. Katsuki had opted for a simple glass of water to drink with his meal, but Mitsuki had chosen a glass of wine instead.

As they sat down to eat, Mitsuki took a sip of her wine, closing her eyes to savor the taste. Katsuki watched her, a small smile on his face. It was good to see relaxing and enjoying herself, even if it was just for a little while.

Mitsuki opened her eyes and caught Katsuki looking at her. She smiled back at him, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Thanks for bringing me out tonight, Katsuki," she said, her voice a little softer than usual. "I needed this."

Katsuki shrugged, his expression nonchalant. "No problem, hag. I figured you could use a break."

They both started eating, the sound of their utensils clinking against their plates the only sound between them for a few minutes. The food was good, and they both enjoyed their meals, savoring the flavors and textures.

As they ate, Mitsuki couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude towards her son. He had always been a bit of a handful, he was also fiercely loyal and protective of her. And tonight, he had gone out of his way to make her feel special, to take her mind off her troubles.

She reached out and put a hand on his arm, her eyes meeting his. "Thanks, Katsuki," she said again, her voice a little more serious this time. "This means a lot to me."

Katsuki looked at her, his expression softening. "Anytime, mom," he said, his voice a little gentler than usual "I'm always here for you."

More time passed, and their meals were long since finished, but they stayed at the dinner table, comfortable with just each other's company. Katsuki was just sitting, occasionally checking his phone and looking at his mom, while Mitsuki was getting more and more tipsy.

She had had several glasses of wine at this point, and her words were starting to slur. She was giggling like a schoolgirl, and eyes were with a happy, drunken glow.

"What's so funny?" Katsuki asked, raising an eyebrow.

Mitsuki's giggles, and she leaned in close to Katsuki. "Not- *hic* nothing!" she said, voice slurring. "You just make me so happy!"

Katsuki rolled his eyes, he knew that his mom was a bit of a lightweight when it came to drinking, and he was starting to worry that she might get too drunk to walk home.

Just then, the waiter came over to their table, and Katsuki quickly asked for the bill. He paid it, and then helped his mom out of her seat.

"Time to go, mom," he said, trying to steer her towards the door.

Mitsuki nodded, still giggling, and leaned on Katsuki's arm as they walked out of the restaurant. The cool night air hit them as they stepped outside, and Mitsuki stumbled slightly, her heels clicking on the sidewalk.

Katsuki caught her, holding her upright as they started walking home. He knew that he had to get her home safely, before she caused any problems or hurt herself.

As they walked, Mitsuki continued to giggle and slur her words, but Katsuki just smiled and kept a firm grip on her arm, guiding her home through the quiet streets.

During the whole walk home, Mitsuki was clinging to Katsuki like she was his girlfriend, her arms wrapped tightly around his waist and her head leaning on his shoulder.

Katsuki wouldn't have cared if she was just holding onto him for support, but she was also leaving small pecks on his neck and cheek, making him feel uncomfortable and fluster.

"Hey! Cut it!" Katsuki exclaimed, trying to push her away.

Mitsuki looked up at him with a grin, her eyes lighten up with amusement. "Cut what out? Hmmm?" she asked, her voice slurring slightly.

Katsuki's face turned red with embarrassment and frustration. "You know damn well what I'm talking about!" he growled, trying to keep his cool.

But Mitsuki just giggled more, her hand wrapping around his collar and pulling him closer. "Oh come on, son... can't mommy give you some love?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Katsuki's eyes widened in shock and discomfort. "Not like that! Acting like my girlfriend or some shit!" exclaimed, trying to push her away.

Mitsuki just giggled more, kissing his cheek and snuggling into him. Katsuki stood firm, trying not to make her upset. He knew that she was just drunk and wouldn't remember any of this in the morning. He would just let her do her thing and try to get her home safely.

As continued walking, Mitsuki's behavior only got more and more affectionate, making Katsuki feel increasingly uncomfortable. But he just gritted his teeth and endured it, knowing that it would all be over soon.

As they entered the house, Mitsuki stumbled forward and fell on the floor, laying on her back sprawled out. Katsuki grunted as he looked down at her, she was already fast asleep.

The left side of his cheek was covered in lipstick marks and so was his neck. At least it was over, he thought to himself.

Katsuki picked her up in a bridal carry and took her to the couch in the living room, laying her down. He figured she could get herself undressed and cleaned up in morning.

But before Katsuki went to bed, he saw something that would leave him with confused feelings. His mother was still on her back, but her tight red that clung to her body had stretched a little too much and one her boobs had popped out.

Not only that, but her legs had folded and spread open, her black lacey panties in full sight of him. Katsuki gulped, feeling a mix of emotions. He shouldn't be looking at her like this, but at the same time, he couldn't leave her like that either.

He reached out and gently grabbed ahold of her tit, it was super soft and fat in his hand, and popped it back in her dress. He grabbed ahold of her legs as well and folded them straight.

As he touched his mother's body, Katsuki, a surge of electricity run through his body. He sucked in a deep breath and tried to ignore the super hard erection in his pants. He didn't know what to make of his feelings, but he knew he had to get out of there before things got any weirder.

He quickly turned around and walked to his room, trying to shake off the strange sensations that were coursing through his body. He couldn't believe what he had just seen, and he couldn't believe how his body was reacting to it. He felt like he was in a dream, a dream that he couldn't wake up from.

As he lay in bed, Katsuki couldn't shake off the image of his mother's exposed body. He felt he was going crazy, like his mind was playing tricks on him. He didn't know what to do, or how to his feelings. All he knew was that he had to try and forget what he had seen, and move on with his life.

The next morning, Katsuki got up and stretched his arms, his memories still foggy from the previous night. He got out of bed and walked towards the kitchen, where he smelled the scent of breakfast cooking. His mom must already be up.

As he walked into the kitchen, he saw his mom standing over the stove, wearing only a bathrobe. Literally nothing else. Katsuki's eyes widened in surprise, and then it all hit him at once, what he had done the previous night, and now his mom was practically naked in front of him.

"Morning, hun," his mom said, turning her head around to face him.

"Hey," Katsuki replied, taking a seat at the table. He tried to play it cool, but his mind was racing.

"Thanks for last night, I was really happy," his mom said, smiling at him. "First time I've felt happy in a while."

Katsuki didn't respond, just grunting instead. His mom knew it was his way of saying "you're welcome".

She turned around and walked towards him with a plate of food in her hands. Katsuki wasn't paying attention, too busy checking his phone notifications. Deku was asking if he'd seen any new hero fights.

But when the food was sat down in front of him, Katsuki suddenly found himself pulled into a hug. His mom wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close.

Except for one thing, his face was now buried in her cleavage, just barely poking out of the bathrobe. And she wasn't wearing a bra either.

"Thank you again, I love you," his mom whispered, her voice full of love and care.

Katsuki groaned, his noises drowned out by the soft cleavage. He was trapped, and he didn't know how to escape. His face was stuck in his mom's tits, and he was starting to feel a little too comfortable.

Katsuki's dick hardened like diamonds, but it was safely concealed under the table. Inside his head, his mind was racing with all the strange feelings that had been rolling around inside him since the previous night. And now, his mom was very close and clingy, making him feel even more weird.

She was still holding onto him, her nose buried in his blond spiky hair, his face still tucked between her tits. Katsuki couldn't breathe, and he felt like he needed to escape before his hormones got the better of him.

He forcefully pulled his face away, sucking in a deep breath. "Holy shit hag! Are you to kill me?" he exclaimed, his face bright red.

His mom laughed, a playful glint in her eyes. "What's wrong? Don't want mom hugging you for making her happy?" she teased.

Katsuki huffed and looked down at his food, starting to eat his bacon and eggs. He tried to focus on the food, but his mind was still reeling from the strange sensations he had just experienced.

As he ate, he couldn't help but notice that his mom seemed happier and more bright than she had in a while. She hadn't made breakfast for him in a long time, and he was grateful for the effort she had put in.

But a part of him deep inside couldn't shake off the feeling that she knew what he had done the previous night. Or maybe she was just being intimate in a really weird way with him. Either answer made him feel strange, and he didn't know how to process his emotions.

Katsuki tried to push the thoughts away and focus on his food and the conversation with his mom. But he couldn't shake off the feeling that something had shifted between them, something that he couldn't quite put his finger on.

Later that day, Katsuki returned from his mid-afternoon jog, his body sweaty and tired. He had finished earlier than usual, trying to get rid of any excess energy and push away the weird thoughts that had been plaguing him.

As he stepped through the door, he noticed that the house was quiet. It was always quiet, but this time it felt like he was the only one home, despite his mother's car being parked outside.

He quietly walked through the house, his pace slow and considerate. That's when he heard a series of noises coming from his mother's room. Her door was slightly creaked open, and Katsuki's curiosity got the better of him.

He quietly walked over and peeked through the opening, his eyes widening in shock. His face had a slight tinge of pink as he took in the scene before him.

On her bed, his mom was masturbating, furiously, he might add. She was laying on her stomach, her ass facing the entrance of the door. It was like she was giving him a show.

Katsuki's eyes were glued to the scene, his mind reeling with conflicting emotions. He knew he shouldn't be watching, but he couldn't tear his eyes away.

Her finger entered in and out of her at a rapid pace, juices running down her legs, covering the bed, blankets, and her fingers. She was silently huffing and puffing, clearly enjoying herself.

Katsuki felt a mix of arousal and embarrassment, his face burning with shame. He knew he should look away, but he couldn't stop watching. He was transfixed by sight of his mom pleasuring herself, his mind struggling to process what he was seeing.

As he stood there, frozen in shock, Katsuki couldn't help but wonder if his mom knew he was watching. Was she doing this on? Was she trying to send him a message?

Questions swirled in his mind, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from the before him. He was trapped, caught in a web of conflicting emotions, unsure of what to do next.

Through the creak of the door, the sickly sweet aroma filled Katsuki's nostrils, the mix of his mom's sex juices and glycerin quirk causing a scent to fill the room. His cock was hard again, pitching a large visible tent in his shorts. He only stood and kept watching his mom, transfixed by the sight before him.

Katsuki watched as his mom shudder as she came, her juices squirting out onto the bed below. She shifted position and wiped the sweat off her brow, looking like she was done, but she wasn't.

He watched as she moved over to the nightstand and pulled out a dildo that she kept hidden. She sat down with her legs spread open, her wet pussy now in full view of him.

She inserted the sex toy slowly, before pulling it out fast and shoving it back in at a brisk pace. She grabbed ahold of one of her boobs and squeezed it, her eyes closed in pleasure.

Katsuki kept watching, knowing he had to walk away now. But right as he was about to stealthily go to his room, he looked at her directly in the eye. She was looking at the creak in the door, like she knew he was there.

But she couldn't, could she?

His heart skipped a beat as their eyes seemed to meet, even though he knew it was impossible. He felt a shiver run down his spine as he quickly turned around and walked back to his room, silently closing the door behind him and locking it.

He leaned against door, his heart racing with excitement and fear. Did she know he was watching? Was she to send him a message? Katsuki's mind was filled with questions, but knew he had to push them aside. He couldn't let himself think about he had just seen.

But as he stood there, his cock still hard and his heart still racing, Katsuki knew that he couldn't shake off the feeling of dread that filled his head.

Katsuki sat in his room for what felt like hours, but it was probably only about 30 minutes. He laid on his bed staring at the ceiling, trying to calm himself down from what he had seen and what he was feeling.

He told himself that his mom had to be done by now, that she must have finished her... activities. He got up and undressed out his workout clothes, putting them in his basket.

As he walked through the house, he saw his mom on the couch in the living room, sleeping. At least she was fully dressed now. He hoped she had washed herself before lying on the couch.

When he stepped up to the laundry machine, he saw that his mom hadn't even started her own laundry yet. He might as well do it for her if she's going to be lazy.

But as he sorted the clothes, he saw it. The black lacey panties she had worn the night before, along with the red dress. His cock got hard again, and he felt a wave of shame and guilt wash over him.

He felt like an animal, a pervert. He shouldn't be feeling like this about his own mom. It was wrong, it was sick. He tried to push the thoughts away, but they lingered in his mind, making him feel dirty and ashamed.

Katsuki's face burned with embarrassment as he stood there, frozen in front of the laundry machine. He didn't know what to do, or how to make these feelings go away. He felt like he was losing control, like he was slipping into a dark and twisted world that he couldn't escape.

He took a deep breath and tried to shake off the feelings, telling himself that he was just being stupid, that he needed to get a grip. But as he looked at the black lacey panties, he couldn't help but feel a pang of desire, a desire that he knew was wrong, but couldn't seem to shake.

Katsuki couldn't contain himself any longer. Something had broken his self control inside him. He set the laundry down and grabbed ahold of the panties, walking back to his room with a sense of urgency.

He stared at the pair of underwear on his bed. His dick was out and was hard as a rock. He felt a sense of shame, but it was overpowered by his desire.

Picking up the panties, Katsuki brought them close to his face, his heart racing with anticipation. One small sniff was all it took for, cock pulsed with excitement. It was a thick and sweet odor, it smelled like home.

With his hand on his cock, he started jerking off while sniffing his mom's panties. He was aroused beyond measure and he couldn't get enough. He felt like he was in a trance, his senses overwhelmed by the smell and feel of the panties.

This seemed like something that piece of shit in his class, Mineta, would do, but he somehow managed to sink lower than him in just a couple minutes by doing this. But he didn't care. was too far gone, consumed by his desire and lust.

As he jerked off, Katsuki felt a sense of release and freedom. He was finally giving in to his desires, finally allowing himself to feel the pleasure and satisfaction that he had been denying himself.

Katsuki could already feel himself coming close to cumming, but before he could release, he had to do something. He took the panties and wrapped them around his cock, the soft fabric feeling good around his shaft.

Thrusting forward and grunting, he came, ropes of his hot semen staining his bed and covering the panties with his hot spunk. He looked at his mom's underwear, now covered with his cum, and felt wave of shame and guilt wash over him.

Then it hit him again, the reality of what he had just done. "I'm so fucked up..." he said defeatedly, covering his eyes with one hand in shame. He couldn't believe what he had just done, couldn't believe that he had sunk so low.

He knew he had to wash the panties quickly, to get rid of the evidence of his shame. He quietly made his way back to laundry room and threw them in the washing machine, starting the washing process.

As the machine began to cycle, Katsuki hoped that this would be the end of it, that he would be able to move on after satisfying his urges. He hoped that he could put this behind him and forget about it.

As the evening approached, the sun's rays shining through the windows began to dim, casting a warm orange glow over the room. The sky outside transformed into a breathtaking canvas of pink and purple hues, a sight that Katsuki would normally appreciate. However, his mind was preoccupied with the events of the day, and he couldn't shake off the feeling of guilt and shame that lingered within him.

As he entered the kitchen to prepare himself a snack, he caught sight of his mom, sitting on the couch, engrossed in a TV show. Katsuki felt pang of discomfort, unable to meet her gaze, feeling like he was hiding a dirty secret.

"Hey Katsuki," Mitsuki said, noticing his presence.

"Oh hey," Katsuki replied, trying to sound casual, but his voice was laced with awkwardness.

Mitsuki asked, "Wanna watch a movie with me?"

Katsuki internally cursed himself for agreeing, but he couldn't bring himself to say no. "Sure," he said, trying to sound enthusiastic.

As they sat on the couch, munching on popcorn and sipping soda, Katsuki found himself struggling to focus on the movie. It was an action packed film, the kind he usually loved, with explosions, fights, and high octane sequences. However his attention was diverted by his mom's proximity.

Mitsuki was leaning on him, her body close to his, just like the night before. Katsuki felt a mix of emotions, discomfort, guilt, and thr smallest pinch of arousal, something he hated. He tried to shift away, but his mom seemed to be getting closer, her arm brushing against his, sending shivers down his spine.

As the movie played on, Katsuki's mind wandered, replaying the events of the day, and the way he had succumbed to his desires. He felt like he was trapped in a web of his own making, unsure of how to escape the tangled emotions that had taken hold of him.

Mitsuki interlocked her hands with Katsuki and kissed his cheek, a gesture that felt more intimate than maternal. Katsuki's heart skipped a beat as he felt a rush of emotions, unsure of how to process the sensation.

"Thank you for spending time with me, Katsuki," Mitsuki said, her voice soft and gentle.

"Y-Your welcome," Katsuki stuttered, trying to play it cool.

But Mitsuki noticed the hesitation in his voice and turned her head to face him. "Is something wrong?" she asked, her eyes filled with concern.

Katsuki's instincts kicked in, and he answered instantly, "Nothings wrong."

But Mitsuki wasn't convinced. "Katsuki," she said, her voice firm but gentle.

Katsuki's emotions boiled over, and he snapped, "Don't! Just fucking cut it out."

Mitsuki looked dejected, "Katsuki, what wrong?" she asked, her voice nervous.

Katsuki couldn't hold it in anymore. He felt like he was going to explode, and the words tumbled out of his mouth in a jumbled mess. "It's you! Fuck! Wait no- I mean it's me! I don't fucking know!"

Mitsuki muted the TV and turned back to him, her eyes filled with concern. "Katsuki, what are you talking about?" she asked, her voice soft and gentle.

Katsuki turned away from her, unable to meet her gaze. He didn't know how to explain himself, how to tell her about the feelings that had been building up inside him. He felt like he was trapped in a nightmare, and he didn't know how to escape.

He thought about telling her the truth, about how he had jerked off thinking about her after seeing her naked body and masturbating. But he knew that would be a disaster. How would she look at him after that? After the last several months of going through this shitty divorce, and she finds out her own son is lusting after her? Katsuki couldn't bear the thought of it. He felt like he was going to vomit, and he didn't know how to make it stop.

His mom cupped his cheek, her thumb gently wiping away a forming tear. "Honey, please tell me what's wrong?" she asked, her voice filled with concern and love.

"I... I..." Katsuki tried to look away but found he couldn't. The intensity in her red eyes, filled with love and understanding, held him captive. He was never good with words; his mom knew that. He'd rather scream and blow shit up with his quirk than try to talk about his feelings.

"Katsuki..." Mitsuki started, but before she could say anymore, she was cut off by a sudden kiss. Katsuki's lips pressed against hers, firm and desperate. The TV muted in the background, mother and son locked lips, Mitsuki's eyes wide with shock and confusion the whole time.

When they both pulled away, Katsuki was huffing, his chest heaving as he stared at his mom, his eyes filled with a mix of emotions: desire, confusion, and desperation.

"Katsuki?" Mitsuki whispered, her voice barely audible.

"It was you, Mom," Katsuki blurted out, his words tumbling out in a rush. "I can't stop fucking thinking about you. I saw your naked body the other night, I saw you masturbating today, and you're acting all fucking lovey-dovey with me like I'm your God damn boyfriend. I don't fucking know if it's me or I'm reading shit wrong, but it's driving me fucking crazy! I stole your fucking panties today and jerked off with them! I feel so disgusting!"

Mitsuki didn't say anything at first, her eyes searching his face as she took in his confession. Then, she pulled him into a tight hug, holding him close as he sobbed into her shoulder. She stroked his hair gently, shushing him softly as he let out all his pent-up emotions.

"Shh, it's okay, Katsuki," she whispered. "I'm here. I'm here for you."

Katsuki clung to his mom for a short time, finding comfort in her embrace, before pulling back slightly to look at her. "You don't think I'm disgusting?" he asked, his voice hoarse from crying.

Mitsuki made him look at her, her hands gently cupping his cheeks as she brushed away any remaining tears. Before Katsuki knew it, she pulled him in for another passionate kiss. He was shell-shocked, his eyes wide while hers were closed, lost in the moment.

When she pulled away, she looked at him with a small, reassuring smile. "Does that answer your question?" she asked softly.

Katsuki was still in a daze. "Huh..?" he managed to utter, his mind racing.

Mitsuki took a deep breath and explained, "Katsuki, you haven't been reading anything wrong. I'm sorry I made you feel this way; I should have been more direct with my feelings instead of leaving subtle messages."

Subtle his ass, Katsuki thought to himself, still trying to process everything.

"But I don't understand," he said, his brow furrowing in confusion.

Mitsuki looked at him with a mixture of tenderness and determination. "Ever since your father left, you have done nothing but your best to try and take care of me and support me as I went through all that emotional turmoil. Even though it's not your strong suit, you did everything you could, and that did something to me."

Katsuki was starting to put the pieces together. "Are you saying..." he trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.

"That I'm attracted to you? Yes, Katsuki, I am," Mitsuki confirmed, her voice steady and sure.

"But we... were..." Katsuki struggled to find the words.

"Mother and son? I know," Mitsuki interrupted. "I don't see why that matters."

Katsuki was taken aback. "Isn't this fucking weird? You don't feel gross about this?" he asked, his voice filled with disbelief.

Mitsuki shook her head. "It was troubling me at first, but I came to the conclusion that it doesn't matter. Besides, some online communities I was sifting through shown me it was more common than I thought," she explained, her hands still gently holding his face.

Katsuki was flabbergasted. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. His mind was a whirlwind of emotions and thoughts, trying to process the fact that his mom was attracted to him and that she didn't see their relationship as weird or gross.

"Oh, son..." Mitsuki mused, a soft smile playing on her lips as she looked at Katsuki with a mix of amusement and affection.

"Don't act amused now!" Katsuki exclaimed, his voice a mix of frustration and embarrassment. "I'm still trying to come to terms with this shit!"

Mitsuki chuckled softly, her eyes sparkling with a blend of mischief and tenderness. "Here," she said, bringing him closer to her face. "Open your mouth."

Katsuki hesitated for a moment before complying, his heart pounding in his chest. Almost instantly, his mom's tongue stuck out and inserted itself into his mouth, and they were back to kissing again for a third time.

Their tongues mingled together in a passionate embrace, exploring and tasting each other with a newfound intensity. Katsuki's initial shock gave way to a surge of desire, and he kissed her back with equal fervor, his hands gripping her shoulders tightly.

When they finally pulled away, Mitsuki gave her son a soft, knowing smile. "Better?" she asked.

Katsuki was breathless, his mind still reeling from the intensity of the kiss. He nodded slowly, unable to find the words to express the whirlwind of emotions he was feeling.

Mitsuki stroked his cheek gently, her thumb brushing away a stray tear. "It's okay, Katsuki," she whispered. "We'll take this one step at a time. Together."

Katsuki leaned into her touch, finding comfort in her words and her presence.

Mitsuki stood back and began to pull off her shirt, her eyes locked onto Katsuki's, gauging his reaction. He watched, captivated, as she revealed more of her body to him. She let her large, natural breasts fall loose, bouncing slightly as they were freed from their confinement.

Without a word, she took one of Katsuki's hands and guided it to one of her breasts. "Touch them," she said softly. "They're yours."

Katsuki hesitated for only a moment before taking gentle hold of the mound of flesh in his hand. It was super soft and squishy, just like the were the other night. They were perfect, his cock twitching in his pants.

He started to rub one breast with his hand, and before he knew it, he was in some sort of trance. His other hand joined in, playing with both of her breasts, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh. He couldn't get enough of the sensation, of the way her breasts felt in his hands.

Mitsuki watched him with amusement, her eyes filled with glee. She was enjoying this taboo foreplay, her pussy and panties growing damp with excitement. "Keep touching them just like that."

Katsuki complied, squishing her breasts together, his thumbs brushing against her nipples, making them harden and stand at attention. He wasn't saying anything, but he was feeling amazing. The shame he had felt earlier was slowly fading away, replaced by a growing sense of arousal and desire. He could feel his mother's excitement, and it was intoxicating.

Mitsuki's breathing grew heavier, her chest heaving as she became more and more aroused. She reached out and grabbed Katsuki's head, pulling him closer to her chest. "Suck on them," she commanded, her voice filled with lust.

Katsuki didn't hesitate, taking one of her nipples into his mouth and sucking on it gently. He could taste the saltiness of her skin, could feel the hardness of her nipple against his tongue. It was a sensation unlike any other, and he found himself growing more and more aroused with each passing second.

"Good boy," Mitsuki whispered as Katsuki suckled on her tits, his tongue circling her nipples, making them harder and more sensitive. He continued, encouraged by her words of reassurance, lost in the sensation and the taste of her skin.

Mitsuki, feeling a surge of arousal, reached down and grasped the bulge in his shorts. Katsuki shuddered at her touch but let her explore, his breath hitching in anticipation. "Katsuki," she said softly, her voice laced with desire.

He let go of her nipple, looking up at her with hooded eyes. "Yes?" he replied, his voice thick with lust.

"Here," she said, her eyes never leaving his as she began to undress further. She shed the rest of her clothing until she was down to just her panties, the damp fabric clinging to her thighs.

Katsuki noticed, his eyes widening slightly as he took in the sight of her nearly naked body. She helped him remove his shirt and undo his shorts, leaving him in his underwear. The two of them were now almost completely naked, their breaths coming in quick, shallow gasps.

Mitsuki reached down and pulled his cock out of his underwear, her eyes widening in surprise and arousal. "So big..." she whispered, her voice barely audible. In her hands, she held a throbbing slab of cock meat, thick and hard, standing at a full 8 inches.

She began to pump his stiff shaft slowly, her hand gripping him tightly as she moved from the base to the tip. Katsuki grunted and jerked in place, his hips bucking involuntarily as waves of pleasure coursed through his body. He closed his eyes, savoring the sensation of her touch, the feel of her hand on his cock driving him wild with desire.

"Have you ever touched a woman, son?" Mitsuki asked, her voice a low purr as she continued to stroke his cock.

Katsuki shook his head, his eyes locked onto hers. "No."

Mitsuki smiled knowingly. "I had a feeling," she said, her thumb brushing over the sensitive tip of his cock, making him jerk in her hand.

"Hey-" Katsuki started to protest, but Mitsuki cut him off with a snicker.

"I don't mean that as a bad thing," she assured him, her eyes sparkling with amusement and arousal. She took one of his hands and guided it into her moist undergarments, pressing his fingers against her wet folds. "Let me teach you," she whispered.

Katsuki's cock twitched as his fingers brushed over the wet, sensitive flesh of his mother. He could feel her moist lips, the tuft of hair, and the heat radiating from her core. It was a sensation unlike any other, and he found himself growing even harder in her hand.

"Put them inside," Mitsuki instructed, her voice a low moan as she continued to stroke him. Katsuki complied, sliding his fingers into her wet, tight channel. He could feel her muscles clenching around him, her body welcoming his invasion.

"Just like that, Katsuki. Keep going," she encouraged, her hips beginning to move in sync with his hand, fucking his fingers as he explored her depths. The muted TV in the background played on, the movie long forgotten as the two of them became lost in their mutual masturbation session.

Katsuki could feel his own arousal building, his cock throbbing in Mitsuki's hand as he fingered her. He could hear the wet, squelching sounds of his fingers moving in and out of her, could feel the heat and tightness of her channel as she rode his hand.

Mitsuki's breathing grew heavier, her moans filling the room as she approached her climax. "Don't stop, Katsuki," she panted, her hand moving faster on his cock, matching the pace of his fingers inside her. "I'm so close..."

Katsuki could feel his own orgasm building, his balls tightening as he brought his mother closer and closer to the edge. He could feel her body tensing, her muscles clenching around his fingers as she neared her release.

The boy's fingers moved faster, matching the increasing pace of Mitsuki's hand on his cock. She looked at him with loving, lust-filled eyes, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. The wet, sloshing sounds of her crying pussy filled the room.

They came closer, their noses touching before they locked into another deep, passionate kiss. Their tongues danced together, exploring and tasting each other as they chased their orgasms. When they pulled away, their foreheads remained touching, their eyes locked onto each other, sharing an intimate, unspoken connection.

The mother's hand cupped his cheek, her thumb brushing gently against his skin. "When you cum, just let it all out on me," she whispered.

His hand pumped faster, his fingers digging deeper into her, curling upward to hit that special spot inside her. They leaned on each other, their bodies pressed tightly together as they chased their releases.

Katsuki came first, his body tensing as he let out a low groan. His hot spunk sprayed forward, covering her lower stomach and waist in thick, white ropes. It dripped down onto her panties, marking her as his, claiming her in the most primal of ways.

Mitsuki watched him, her eyes filled with love and arousal as she felt the warmth of his cum on her skin. Seeing him lose control sent her over the edge, her own orgasm crashing through her. Her legs shook, and she let out a hard huff, a thick sheen of her own fluids flowing down the sides of her thighs, soaking her panties and his hand.

They stayed like that for a moment, their foreheads touching, their breaths mingling as they came down from their highs. Katsuki's fingers slowly slipped out of her, and he brought his hand up to his mouth, tasting her on his fingers, a low growl of satisfaction escaping his lips.

Mitsuki smiled at him, a soft, loving smile that spoke volumes. "That was amazing, Katsuki," she whispered, her voice filled with emotion. "Thank you for giving that to me."

"So what now?" Katsuki asked, his voice soft as he looked into his mom's eyes, searching for answers.

"What do you mean?" She replied, her thumb gently stroking his cheek.

Katsuki took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. "Us, Mom. I don't fucking know what to say or do. Everything that just happened changed our fucking relationship forever. I can't look at you the same."

Mitsuki nodded, understanding his confusion and turmoil. "I know, maybe that's what I want. You're the only man I want," she said, her voice filled with conviction.

"Are you sure about this?" Katsuki asked, needing to hear her say it again.

"Yes," Mitsuki replied without hesitation. "Let us be damned together."

They sealed their pact with another deep, passionate kiss, their tongues entwining as they poured their emotions into each other. In the back of his mind, Katsuki felt a sense of relief and contentment. He knew that their relationship would never be the same, but he also knew that he wanted this, wanted her.

Exhausted and sated, they laid together on the couch, their bodies entwined as one. Mitsuki turned off the action movie and put on a romance flick.

He rolled his eyes at the choice of movie, of course she needs to be sappy like that after what just happened.

"Come here," she said, pulling him close to her chest, her breasts acting as pillows for his head. Katsuki snuggled into her, feeling a sense of peace and belonging that he had never experienced before.

As the romance movie played on, their eyes grew heavy, and they both drifted off to sleep, content, and happy in each other's arms.

"Do we really need to do this, hag?" Katsuki muttered under his breath, his face already flushed with embarrassment as they walked through the aisles of the grocery store.

Mitsuki raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk on her lips. "Is that any way to speak to your woman?" she teased.

Katsuki's face heated up even more, and he glanced around nervously, making sure no one was within earshot. "God dammit, we're in fucking public," he hissed, trying to keep his voice down.

She chuckled, clearly enjoying his discomfort. She reached out and grabbed a pack of condoms from the shelf, placing them nonchalantly in the shopping cart alongside the normal groceries like rice, eggs, and bread. She acted as if it were the most natural thing in the world, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Mom, come on," Katsuki pleaded, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. "People are going to think something's up."

Mitsuki leaned in close, her breath hot on his ear. "Let them think what they want," she whispered. "You're mine, and I'm not ashamed of it. They won't know."

The boy groaned, running a hand through his spiky blond hair in frustration. He knew there was no use arguing with her when she was in this mood. He just hoped that they could get through the grocery shopping quickly and get back home, where he could have her all to himself again.

Later that evening, Katsuki and Mitsuki found themselves at a cozy restaurant, the soft lighting and intimate atmosphere setting the mood for a romantic dinner.

They sat across from each other, the table laden with delicious-smelling dishes, but Katsuki's focus was elsewhere.

Under the table, Mitsuki's foot was moving, slowly and deliberately rubbing against his crotch, even through his shorts. Katsuki tried his best to keep his composure, to enjoy the food and the moment, but her touch was driving him wild. He shifted in his seat, trying to discreetly adjust himself, but his mom just smiled knowingly.

"Is something wrong, Katsuki?" she asked innocently, taking a sip of her wine, her foot never stopping its torment.

Katsuki took a deep breath, trying to regain control of his senses. "No, nothing's wrong," he replied, his voice slightly strained. He picked up his fork and tried to focus on his food, but every movement of her foot sent waves of pleasure coursing through him, making it hard to concentrate on anything else.

He glanced around the restaurant, hoping that no one was noticing their little game. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart, and focused on the taste of his food, determined to enjoy the meal despite the distraction.

Mitsuki, seeing his struggle, leaned in closer, her voice a low purr. "You know, I can't wait to get you home and have my way with you," she whispered, her foot applying a little more pressure, making him suck in a sharp breath.

Katsuki just nodded, a small smile playing on his lips as he finally gave in to the sensation, enjoying the build-up of anticipation. He knew that tonight was going to be special, and he was more than ready for it.

The night had settled in, and Katsuki sat on the edge of his mother's bed, his heart pounding with a mix of nerves and excitement. He was only in his boxers, the cool air of the room making his skin prickle with anticipation. His eyes were glued to the nightstand, where a strip of condoms sat prominently, a clear indication of what was to come.

Mitsuki stepped out of the bathroom, her body wrapped in a purple bathrobe that clung to her curves. She walked over to him, her eyes locked onto his, a seductive smile playing on her lips.

"Katsuki," she said softly, her voice a low purr.

"Mom," he replied, his voice hoarse with desire.

She paused for a moment, her hands on his cheeks, her thumbs brushing gently against his skin. "Are you ready?" she asked, her eyes searching his for any sign of hesitation.

Katsuki took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come. "I am," he said, his voice filled with determination.

Mitsuki smiled, a radiant, loving smile that made Katsuki's heart skip a beat. She then slowly opened the front of her bathrobe, sliding it off her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor, revealing her naked body to him.

Katsuki's eyes widened in awe as he took in the sight of his mother's full naked body. Even at her age, she had a bombshell figure, her quirk having kept her body tight and youthful. She had curves in all the right places, a large set of breasts that were full and pert, and an ass that was round and firm. She was a vision of pure sexiness, and Katsuki couldn't believe that this was his mother, that she was offering herself to him so freely.

She posed like a model, striking a sultry stance as she asked, "Like what you see?"

"Of course I fucking do," Katsuki replied, his voice filled with admiration and desire. "Why would I not?"

Mitsuki giggled, a playful, feminine sound that sent a shiver down Katsuki's spine. She walked over to him and cupped one of his cheeks, her thumb brushing gently against his skin. "My heart is pounding, Katsuki," she confessed, her voice soft and vulnerable. "I'm really happy."

She noticed the bulge in his boxers and licked her lips, her eyes filled with anticipation. "It's time to get started," she whispered, her voice a low, seductive promise.

Katsuki's heart raced as he nodded, ready to take the next step with the woman he loved.

The mother got on her knees and positioned herself in front of her son, who was sitting on the edge of the bed. Her hands slowly ran up his thighs, her touch light and teasing, sending shivers of anticipation through his body. She leaned in, her breath hot on his skin as she pulled his boxers down, revealing his hard, throbbing cock.

His cock sprang freely, already rock hard and ready for her. Mitsuki took a moment to admire it, her eyes wide with appreciation and desire. She had already jerked him off, but she hadn't yet given him a proper blowjob, and she was eager to rectify that.

Katsuki gripped the bedsheets tightly, his knuckles turning white as he braced himself for the sensation. He let out a sharp hiss as he felt a gentle lick at the top of his cock, the sensation sending electric shocks of pleasure through his body.

She looked up at him, her eyes locked onto his as she continued to lick around the sensitive mushroom head of his shaft. She swirled her tongue around the tip, tasting the pre-cum that had already begun to leak out, her eyes never leaving his face, gauging his reactions, and enjoying the power she held over him in that moment.

Mitsuki's mouth sank deeper onto Katsuki's cock, taking him inch by inch, her lips stretched wide to accommodate his thickness. He watched, mesmerized, as her head bobbed up and down, her lips glistening with her saliva as she sucked him eagerly.

She took him deeper, her head sinking lower and lower, until she was nearly at the base of his dick. Katsuki could feel her tongue swirling around his entire length, the wet, warm sensation driving him wild with pleasure. He let out a low groan, his hips bucking involuntarily as he tried to push himself deeper into her throat.

Instinctively, Katsuki ran one of his hands through her ashy blond hair, the soft strands slipping through his fingers as he guided her movements. Mitsuki moaned in approval, the vibration sending shocks of pleasure straight to his cock. She continued to suck him hard, her cheeks hollowing out as she applied pressure and suction, making sure he felt incredible in every way possible.

Katsuki's breath hitched as he felt his orgasm building, his balls tightening as he approached the point of no return. He looked down at his mother, her eyes watering slightly as she took him deep.

"Mom," he panted, his voice hoarse with lust. "I'm close. So fucking close."

She pulled off his cock, a string of saliva connecting her lips to the tip of his dick. She looked up at him, a wicked smile on her lips as she said, "Cum for me, Katsuki. Let me taste you."

Mitsuki's tongue danced around the sensitive tip of Katsuki's cock, her eyes locked onto his, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. She periodically stopped to smile at him, enjoying the power she held and the pleasure she was giving him.

Katsuki was getting close, his body tensing as he approached the point of no return. He reached down and started jerking himself off, the tip of his cock placed on her tongue, her mouth wide open and ready to receive him.

"Fuck!" Katsuki groaned, his body shuddering as he finally let go. Thick ropes of his warm cum spilled onto her face, shooting hot streams that covered her cheeks, her nose, and her chin. Mitsuki took it all, her eyes never leaving his, a look of pure lust and love in her gaze.

She started to swallow his seed, the taste of him foreign but not unpleasant. She took as much of it as she could, her throat working as she swallowed, a few drops escaping and running down her chin. Katsuki watched in awe as his mother took him into her mouth, her eyes watering slightly from the effort.

"Mom," he panted, his voice hoarse from the intensity of his orgasm. "That was... incredible."

Mitsuki pulled off his cock, a satisfied smile on her lips as she looked up at him. "I'm glad you enjoyed it." She used her fingers to wipe up the remaining cum from her face, sucking them clean one by one, her eyes never leaving his.

Katsuki's chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath, his body still trembling from the aftermath of his powerful orgasm. He reached down and helped his mother to her feet.

"Thank you," he whispered into her ear, his voice filled with emotion. "That was perfect."

Mitsuki crawled onto the bed and spread her legs wide, inviting him in. "Are you ready?" she asked, her voice a low, seductive purr.

Katsuki's eyes darkened with desire as he nodded, his cock already hard and ready to go. But he had something else in mind first. He wanted to return the favor and pleasure her as she had pleasured him.

He got on the bed and positioned himself between her legs, his face inches away from her wet and dripping pussy. He took a moment to appreciate the sight before him, the glistening folds, the swollen clit, and the intoxicating scent that filled the air.

"Wanting to taste it first?" Mitsuki asked, a playful smile on her lips.

Katsuki looked up at her, his eyes serious and determined. "If we're going to be fucking, then I need to be amazing at this. I can't let you just win with your blowjob skills," he said, an edge to his voice.

She raised an eyebrow, amused by his determination. "Oho~ going to make our sex life competitive?" she teased.

"I'm going to be the one that pleases you the most. That's the fucking end of it," Katsuki declared, his voice filled with conviction.

Mitsuki snickered, knowing that her son would see sex as a win-or-lose situation, a competition to be won. And she knew that if he put his mind to it, he would be an absolute beast in bed.

His face got closer, and he took in the sweet scent that emanated from her most feminine place. It smelled like home, like love, and he needed a taste. He spread open the folds with his hands, revealing the pink, glistening flesh within. He took a gentle lick, then another, and another, his tongue exploring every inch of her.

Mitsuki leaned her head back, a silent moan escaping her lips as she enjoyed the sensation of his tongue on her most sensitive parts. She ran her hands through his hair, guiding him, encouraging him to keep going.

Katsuki started to softly eat his mother out, his tongue circling her clit, dipping into her entrance, and tasting every drop of her cunt. He could feel her body responding to him, her hips bucking against his face as she chased her orgasm.

"Just like that, Katsuki," Mitsuki panted, her voice hoarse with desire. "Don't stop. You're doing so well."

Katsuki's tongue delved deeper inside her, exploring every inch of her wet, tender flesh. He dragged his tongue along the insides of her folds, tasting her essence and relishing in the way her body responded to him. His nose was pressed against her clit, the sensation of his nostrils exhaling teasing her. He was buried in a tuft of her pubic hair, the scent of her arousal surrounding him, intoxicating him.

Mitsuki's hands gripped his hair tightly, urging him to keep going, to not stop until she found her release. "Don't stop, Katsuki," she panted, her voice breathless and desperate. "You're doing so good, just like that."

The young man was insatiable, the sweet tastes and the sound of his mother's moans and mewls driving him crazy with desire. He could feel her body tensing, her orgasm building, and he was determined to push her over the edge.

Her legs wrapped around his head, holding him hostage, locking him in place so he could finish pleasing her. Katsuki didn't mind; he was more than happy to oblige, to bring her the pleasure she deserved.

He redoubled his efforts, his tongue moving faster, his suction stronger as he focused on her clit, circling it, flicking it, and driving her wild. Mitsuki's moans grew louder, her body tensing as she approached the precipice of her orgasm.

"Katsuki," she cried out, her voice a mix of pleasure and desperation. "I'm close, so close. Don't stop, please don't stop."

Katsuki had no intention of stopping. He could feel her body shaking, her legs trembling as she held him tightly against her. He continued to devour her, his tongue and lips working in tandem to bring her to the height of pleasure.

Finally, with a loud cry, Mitsuki came undone, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over her. Katsuki held on tightly, riding out her orgasm with her, his tongue gentle and soothing as she came down from her high.

As her legs unclamped from around his head, Katsuki pulled back, a satisfied smile on his face as he looked up at his mother, her chest heaving, her body glistening with a sheen of sweat.

"Was that good for you, Mom?"

Mitsuki looked at him, her son's face glistening with her fluids, a sight that sent a shiver of satisfaction through her. "You did more than well," she panted, her voice hoarse with pleasure. "That was fucking amazing."

Katsuki grinned, a mix of pride and satisfaction on his face. "That's what I thought," he replied, his voice filled with confidence.

He reached over and grabbed one of the condoms from the nightstand, quickly unwrapping it and rolling it onto his throbbing cock. He looked at her the entire time, his eyes never leaving hers, ensuring that she knew he was ready for her.

Though he wouldn't say it out loud, Katsuki was kind of disappointed that he had to use a condom. He wanted to feel all of her, to be as close to her as possible. But he understood why they needed to take this precaution, and he was more than willing to oblige.

His cock lined up at her entrance, both of their gazes fixed on each other, the intensity of the moment palpable. "Come home, Katsuki," Mitsuki whispered, her voice a soft, inviting plea.

Katsuki took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest as he slowly pushed himself into her. He could feel her tight, wet heat enveloping him, her muscles gripping him tightly as he inched his way in. He watched, mesmerized, as his cock disappeared inside of her, the sensation unlike anything he had ever experienced.

A set of arms reached out and held onto his shoulders, pulling him closer. "Look at me, Katsuki," Mitsuki said, her voice soft but firm.

He obeyed, his eyes locking onto hers, and he saw that same warm and loving smile that he had come to cherish. The explosive blond couldn't contain himself any longer, and he leaned down, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. His hands gripped her waist tightly, holding her close as her arms remained wrapped around his shoulders.

"Keep going," Mitsuki whispered against his lips, her voice filled with encouragement and desire.

Katsuki began to move, his hips starting to thrust slowly in and out of her. He could feel every inch of her, the way her body responded to his, the way her breaths hitched and her nails dug into his back. It was a sensation unlike any other, and he knew that he was exactly where he was meant to be.

Katsuki's thrusts were slow and deliberate, pulling in and out at a snail-like pace, savoring every second of the incredible sensation. The tight, wet heat of his mother's pussy was driving him wild, unlike anything he had ever experienced. The way she clenched around him, pulling him in deeper, was intoxicating and overwhelming.

It felt amazing, and he couldn't believe that this was what sex felt like. The pleasure was almost too much to bear, and he could feel his orgasm building rapidly.

He shuddered and grunted, his body tensing as he realized what was happening. He had already come, filling the condom inside her completely. "Wha- fuck! I'm sorry, I fucking didn't even last-" he panted, his chest heaving with the intensity of his release.

Mitsuki looked up at him, a soft smile on her lips. "Katsuki," she said gently, cutting off his apology.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-" he started, but she interrupted him again.

"Son, it's okay," she reassured him, her eyes filled with love and understanding. "It's your first time. It's okay if you don't last long. We have all night, and all the protection we need."

Her words comforted him, and he felt his worries about disappointing her disappear. He took a deep breath, calming himself down, and looked into her eyes, seeing the sincerity and love reflected back at him.

To his surprise, he felt himself growing hard again, his body ready for more. He quickly disposed of the used condom, his hands shaking slightly with anticipation. He unwrapped a new condom and fitted it on, his eyes never leaving hers as he prepared to go again.

Mitsuki smiled encouragingly, her legs wrapping around his waist as she pulled him closer. "Come here," she whispered. "Let's make this last time even better than the first."

Katsuki was soon inside of her again, his cock slipping easily into her wet, welcoming twat. This time, his pace was faster, more urgent, as he regained his confidence and pride. The initial worry of disappointing her had faded, replaced by a renewed sense of determination to please her and make this experience unforgettable for both of them.

The bed shook underneath them, the frame creaking softly with each of Katsuki's powerful thrusts. The room was filled with the soft moans of pleasure that escaped his mom's lips, a symphony of desire that matched the rhythm of their bodies moving together.

Katsuki's hands gripped her hips tightly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he drove into her, the sensation of her tight pussy clenching around him pushing him closer to the edge once again. He could feel her body responding to his, her breaths coming in quick, shallow gasps, her nails digging into his back again, urging him on.

"Fuck, Mom," he panted, his voice hoarse, "You feel so good. So fucking tight."

Mitsuki moaned in response, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper into her. "Don't stop, Katsuki," she whispered, her voice breathless and desperate. "Just like that. You're doing so well."

Encouraged by her words, Katsuki increased his pace, his hips moving in a frantic rhythm as he chased his orgasm. The room was filled with the sound of their bodies slapping together, the wet, squelching noise of his cock moving in and out of her pussy, and their combined moans of pleasure.

Katsuki could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening as he approached the point of no return. He looked down at Mitsuki, her eyes locked onto his, a look of pure lust and love in her gaze. That was all it took to send him over the edge.

With a final, powerful thrust, Katsuki came, his body shuddering as he filled the condom with his hot, thick cum. He collapsed on top of Mitsuki, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath, their bodies slick with sweat and their hearts pounding in sync.

She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him down and holding him again.

Katsuki quickly disposed of the used condom and unwrapped a new one, his eagerness to continue evident. He rolled it on, his eyes never leaving Mitsuki's inviting form as she moved to the middle of the bed and laid flat on her chest, her ass sticking out provocatively.

"From behind?" Katsuki asked, his voice husky with anticipation.

She looked back at him over her shoulder, a playful smile on her lips. "Yes," she confirmed, her voice sultry and inviting. "You get to watch my ass jiggle every time you thrust."

Her words sent a thrill through Katsuki, and he could feel his cock throbbing in response. She even shook her ass slightly, teasing him, inviting him in. He positioned himself behind her, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he lined up his cock with her entrance.

With a single, powerful thrust, he was inside her again, the sensation of her tight, wet pussy enveloping him from a new angle. He let out a low groan of pleasure, his eyes locked onto the sight of her ass, the way it jiggled and moved with each of his thrusts.

Katsuki started to move, his hips snapping against her, the sound of their bodies slapping together filling the room. He could feel every inch of her, the way her body responded to his, the way her breaths hitched and her moans filled the air.

"Fuck, Mom," he panted, "Your ass looks so good from this angle."

She moaned in response, pushing her ass back against him, urging him to go deeper. "Just like that, Katsuki," she whispered. "Fuck me harder. Make me feel every inch of you."

Emboldened by her words, Katsuki increased his pace, his hips moving in a frenzied rhythm as he chased another orgasm. The bed shook beneath them, the headboard knocking against the wall with each powerful thrust.

Katsuki could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening as he approached. He reached around and grabbed a handful of his mom's hair, pulling her head back slightly as he leaned down to kiss and bite at her neck and shoulder.

"Cum for me, Katsuki," Mitsuki panted, her voice desperate and needy. "I want to feel you come inside me."

Those words were all it took to send Katsuki over the edge. With a final, powerful thrust, he came, his body shuddering as he filled the condom with his hot, thick cum. He held onto Mitsuki tightly, their bodies slick with sweat as they both rode out their orgasms, their breaths coming in quick, desperate gasps.

Katsuki, fueled by his renewed energy and desire, quickly unwrapped another condom and thrust inside her again before she could even catch her breath. His hands gripped her fleshy ass tightly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he began to move with a sense of urgency and dominance.

Mitsuki gripped the sheets tightly, her knuckles turning white as she braced herself against the powerful thrusts that stabbed into her pussy. "Oh!" she moaned, the sensation of him filling her from behind sending waves of pleasure through her body.

Katsuki leaned down, his voice a low growl in her ear. "Am I being rough?"

The woman looked back at him, her eyes filled with lust and a hint of challenge. "Don't be afraid to be rough with me, son," she replied, her voice breathless and inviting.

That was all the encouragement Katsuki needed. He reached behind her and pressed her face into the bedsheets, holding her down as he began to fuck her hard and fast from behind. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, the wet, squelching noise of his cock moving in and out of her pussy a symphony of their primal desire.

Mitsuki came quickly, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over her. But Katsuki was getting better at holding back his own orgasm, determined to make this last as long as possible.

"Fucking whore!" he growled, his voice filled with a mix of lust and dominance. "Fucking your own son right after a divorce! What kind of fucking woman are you, hag?"

Mitsuki only moaned more beneath him, her body responding to his roughness and dirty talk. She pushed her ass back against him, urging him to go deeper, to fuck her harder. "Yes," she moaned. "Just like that. Don't hold back."

His hips snapped against her, his body slapping against her ass with each powerful thrust. He could feel his orgasm building, but he was determined to make this last, to give Mitsuki the pleasure she deserved.

He could feel the sweat dripping from his brow, his muscles tensing as he chased his release, his body shaking with the effort of holding back.

Finally, with a loud roar, Katsuki came, his body shuddering as he filled another condom with his hot, thick cum. He collapsed on top of Mitsuki, their bodies slick with sweat as they both rode out their orgasms.

Katsuki laid flat on his back, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath, a growing pile of used condoms beside him a testament to their marathon session. Before he could fully recover, she was already on top of him, rolling a new condom onto his cock with a playful smile.

"Let me ride you this time," she said, her voice sultry and inviting as she positioned herself over him.

Katsuki sucked in a breath as he felt her slowly sink down onto his length, the sensation of her tight, wet pussy enveloping him once again. It felt incredible, it always did, and he could already feel his orgasm building despite his recent orgasms.

She began to ride him, her body slick with sweat as she moved up and down on his cock, her magnificent tits bouncing with each movement. Katsuki watched in arousal, his hands reaching up to grab her hips, urging her on.

Without a word, Mitsuki leaned down and put her boobs in his face, offering them to him. Katsuki's mouth quickly latched onto one of her nipples, sucking and biting gently, making her shudder with pleasure. He could feel her body responding to him, her movements becoming more urgent, more desperate.

Mitsuki was amused and turned on by his eagerness, a soft moan escaping her lips as she ground down on him, taking him deeper. His hands hands explored her body, one gripping her chin and pulling her in for a passionate kiss, while the other snaked around to give her ass a light smack, making her twerk and grind on his cock.

"You feel so good, Mom," Katsuki panted between kisses, his voice hoarse with desire. "Your pussy is so fucking tight."

Mitsuki moaned in response, her body shaking as she approached another orgasm. "Keep talking to me," she whispered. "Tell me how much you love fucking me."

Katsuki obliged, his dirty talk spurring her on as she rode him harder, her body slapping against his with each powerful movement. "I love fucking you, Mom," he growled. "Your body is perfect. I could do this all night."

And with that, Mitsuki came undone, her knees going weak as waves of pleasure crashed over her. But Katsuki wasn't done yet. He gripped her thighs tightly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he began to thrust up into her, meeting her movements with his own powerful strokes.

Mitsuki sank down onto his chest, her body limp and spent, but Katsuki continued to fuck her, his body moving with a sense of urgency. He could feel himself cumming soon.

With a loud grunt, Katsuki came again, his body shuddering as he filled the condom with his hot, thick cum. He held his mom tightly against him, their bodies slick with sweat, trying to collect themselves.

Katsuki reached over towards the nightstand, his hand patting the surface in search of another condom. But he felt nothing but empty space. He looked over at the strip of condoms they had started with, now reduced to an empty wrapper and a few scattered rubbers on the floor. "Fuck," he muttered, realization dawning on him.

"Son?" Mitsuki asked, noticing the change in his demeanor.

"Out of fucking condoms," Katsuki replied, his voice a mix of frustration and disappointment.

Mitsuki looked over and saw that he was right. She sighed, a small smile playing on her lips. "We can pick up more in the morning," she suggested, her voice soft and reasonable.

Katsuki, however, had other ideas. "Or I can fuck you raw," he said, his eyes darkening with desire.

She raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk on her lips. "You know we can't," she reminded him, her voice teasing.

"Yeah, but I really don't fucking care," Katsuki replied, his voice filled with determination. "I want to feel you, all of you. Fuck the rubbers."

Mitsuki sighed in defeat, her resistance crumbling under his passionate gaze. "I want the same thing," she admitted. She moved off of him and laid next to him, her body pressing against his, inviting him in. "Let's do it raw, make me feel good since this will be our last round. I'll pick up some morning-after pills tomorrow. Show me how much you love me."

The young man felt a surge of rejuvenation, his body responding to her words and the promise of what was to come. He rolled on top of her, his eyes locked onto hers as he positioned himself at her entrance, ready to claim her completely, raw and unprotected.

Katsuki's raw, throbbing cock lined up at Mitsuki's entrance, the head of his dick pressing against her wet, swollen lips. He looked into her eyes, seeking her consent and approval. She nodded, a soft smile playing on her lips, giving him the green light to proceed.

With a slow, deliberate thrust, Katsuki pushed into her, feeling every inch of her tight, wet heat enveloping him. The sensation was intense, unlike anything he had ever experienced. He could truly feel her body welcoming him, her muscles clenching around him, pulling him in deeper.

Mitsuki let out a soft moan, her eyes fluttering closed as she savored the feeling of him inside her, raw and unprotected. "Katsuki," she whispered, her voice filled with emotion and desire. "You feel amazing."

Katsuki began to move, his hips starting a slow, steady rhythm as he made love to her. With the barrier of the condom removed, leaving them skin to skin, their bodies joined as one.

He leaned down, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth as his cock explored her pussy. Mitsuki wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer, urging him to go deeper, to take her completely.

"Fuck, Mom," Katsuki panted between kisses, "You feel so good. So fucking perfect."

Mitsuki moaned in response, her body arching against his, meeting his thrusts with her own desperate movements. "I love you, Katsuki," she whispered, her voice filled with sincerity and devotion. "I love you so much."

Katsuki's eyes welled up with tears, his heart swelling with emotion. "I love you too, Mom," he replied, his voice choked with feeling. "More than anything."

Their lovemaking became more urgent, more desperate, as they both chased their releases, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in quick, desperate gasps. Katsuki could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening as he approached the point of no return.

With a final, powerful thrust, he came, his body shuddering as he filled her with his hot, thick cum. He held her tightly against him, their bodies pressed together.

Katsuki collapsed on top of Mitsuki, his body spent and sated, his face nestling between her soft, voluptuous breasts, using them as pillows once again. He could hear her heartbeat, feel her body rising and falling with each breath, and it brought him a sense of peace and contentment.

Mitsuki's hand gently ran through his hair, soothing and calming him as he came down from his intense orgasm. She smiled, looking down at him with a mix of love and amusement.

"You did good, Katsuki," she whispered, her voice soft and gentle. "So, so good."

Katsuki let out a contented sigh, his body relaxing completely as he basked in the afterglow of their raw, passionate encounter. He could feel Mitsuki's love surrounding him, enveloping him, and it made him feel whole.

"Love you, Mom," he mumbled, his voice muffled by her breasts.

"I love you too, my dear boy," Mitsuki replied, her voice filled with emotion. "More than words can express."

They lay there in silence for a while, their bodies entwined, their breaths synchronizing as they both drifted off into a peaceful, satisfied sleep, content in each other's arms.

The next morning, Katsuki woke up feeling well-rested and content, a smile automatically spreading across his face as he remembered the events of the night before. He looked around and saw that he was still in his mom's bed, the sheets rumpled and disheveled from their passionate encounter. Mitsuki was already up, and the aroma of breakfast cooking wafted through the air, making his stomach rumble with anticipation.

He quickly got dressed, pulling on a pair of shorts, and left the room, following his nose to the kitchen. As he walked in, he saw Mitsuki at the stove, her back to him, wearing the same purple bathrobe she always did, although this time it was tied a bit looser, revealing more of her smooth, creamy skin.

Katsuki walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close. He buried his face in her neck, inhaling her familiar scent, a mix of her shampoo and something uniquely her. "Morning, mom," he murmured.

Mitsuki leaned into his embrace, a contented sigh escaping her lips. "Morning, sweetheart," she replied, her voice soft and loving. "I'm almost done."

They stood there for a moment, just holding each other, reminiscing about the magical night they had shared. "Last night was incredible, Katsuki," Mitsuki said, her voice filled with emotion. "I never knew it could be like that."

Katsuki nodded, a wide grin spreading across his face. "Me neither, Mom. It was perfect. I love you so much."

Mitsuki turned in his arms, cupping his face with her hands. "I love you too, Katsuki. More than anything. Our relationship has forever changed, and I wouldn't have it any other way."

Just as they were about to sit down and enjoy their breakfast, Mitsuki's cell phone rang, shattering the peaceful morning atmosphere. Katsuki released his hold on her as she turned to pick up the phone, her brow furrowing slightly as she looked at the caller ID.

"Who is it?" Katsuki asked, noticing the change in her demeanor.

Mitsuki hesitated for a moment before answering, "It's your father."

Katsuki's face instantly turned dark with anger as he took the phone out of Mitsuki's hands and answered the call, his voice harsh and unyielding. "The fuck do you want?"

There was a pause on the other end before his father's voice came through, tentative and apologetic. "Son? I-"

"Fucking hurry up," Katsuki snapped, his impatience evident.

His father took a deep breath, "Son, I'm so sorry, for everything. I realized how badly I messed up. Please let me speak to your mother."

Katsuki looked over at Mitsuki, seeing the unhappiness in her eyes, which only fueled his fury. "Oh, so now you realized how badly you fucked up? After you destroyed everything? Breaking her heart and running off with some fucking whore?"

"I know! She left me, son! I have nothing!" his father pleaded, his voice filled with desperation.

"I don't fucking care! Fuck you!" Katsuki's voice was like a knife, sharp and cutting.

"Please, let me talk to her, just anything!" his father begged.

"No." Katsuki's response was final and unyielding.

"Please." His father's voice was desperate, bordering on tears.

"Fuck off, faggot. Maybe next time don't fuck around with other bitches when you're married." Katsuki's words were laced with venom and disgust.

"Son, please!" his father's plea was met with silence as Katsuki reached around Mitsuki, pulling her close to him, offering her comfort and support.

"If I ever see your ass again, it's on fucking sight, you hear me? You're fucking dead to me. Go live your miserable life." With that, Katsuki hung up the phone and blocked the number, ensuring his father wouldn't be able to contact them again.

"Fucking asshole," Katsuki muttered under his breath, his body still tense with anger.

Mitsuki sighed in relief, leaning into his embrace. "Thank you, son," she whispered, her voice filled with gratitude.

"Fuck that piece of shit!" Katsuki exclaimed, his voice filled with disdain and anger. "Thinking he can show back up after everything? Who does he think he is?!"

Mitsuki cupped his cheeks gently, her thumbs brushing away the remnants of his anger. "Calm down," she soothed, her voice soft and reassuring. "You know he's never coming back. He made his choice, and now we make ours."

Katsuki took a deep breath, his body relaxing under her touch. He leaned into her, finding comfort in her presence. Mitsuki gave him a quick, reassuring kiss on the lips, sealing her words with a promise of their new beginning together.

"Let's just enjoy breakfast," she suggested, her voice light and cheerful, trying to steer the mood back to the peaceful morning they had started with.

Katsuki sighed, a small smile playing on his lips as he sat down with her at the table, their plates piled with delicious food. "You're right," he agreed, picking up his fork. "Fuck him. We have each other, and that's all that matters."

As they began to eat, the tension in the room dissipated, replaced by a comfortable silence as they enjoyed their meal together. Katsuki looked over at his mom, his heart swelling with love and gratitude.

His hand reached across the table, she reached over and laid hers on top of his, their fingers soon interlocking.

The last few months had been a real mental drag, and with the events that had transpired in the last two days, Katsuki feels beeter than he had in months.

But he was mostly happy for his mom, and he was happy to be the one for her, no matter how taboo it was.