Chapter 7 - With No One Else To Sing For

"Thank you for letting me bring a friend," Ochaco said, taking off her coat and giving her mother in law a big, squishy hug. Inko was overjoyed to see her, a weary sense of relief blatant in the way she held tightly onto Ochaco. "I'm sorry that he had to cancel on this, but you know he is."

"It's okay. I'm so proud of my little Izuku. The number one hero in Japan. It's okay if he doesn't have time to see his mom, I'm just glad he's doing what he loves." Inko had a lot of good justifications for why her son flaking on yet another dinner invitation wasn't a bad thing. She knew he loved him, knew he was a good son, but also that he had too strong a sense of justice to ever really rest. "But it's nice to meet you. Are you one of Izuku's friends, too?'

"We went to U.A. together," Mineta said, reaching up to extend a hand toward Inko. "It's nice to meet you. My name is Minoru."

"It's nice to meet you too, Minoru. My name is Inko." Leaning forward, the plum older woman accepted the handshake. "Dinner will always be ready, so please follow me to the dining room."

Deku was always so busy. That same problem that had left Ochaco compromised enough to fall for Mineta's advances in the first place was one that hung just as heavy over Inko, who had given so much for her son. He was in a good position, and like a good mother, she did genuinely feel pride for that and accept that he was at his best when helping people. But Ochaco was certain it had to have left a hole in her heart, and that hole had been a large part of why she had held back.

By the time that Mina and Kyoka were brought into the harem, Ochaco should have probably left Deku. Should have stepped away from all that and moved in to Momo's place with the rest of them so she could be with Mineta full time. But she wanted to stay close to Inko; the kind and big-hearted woman had taken Ochaco as her own daughter and showed her so much affection through her time with Deku, and she wanted to give her the same joys that she had become so overjoyed by. Ochaco wasn't going to rest until she brought Inko into the fold, and the only way that Ochaco was ever possibly going to get away with that plan involved her staying close to Inko, leading her boyfriend on a little bit longer and waiting for the right opportunity.

This was that opportunity. It was like clockwork. Deku was on the other end of the country when he was supposed to be in his mom's dining room, calling to cancel, only for Ochaco to say she still wanted to see Inko and could bring over a friend who she worked with. Inko naturally said yes, so fond of Ochaco but also having made so many plans for dinner. Dinner plans that naturally included katsudon, her son's favorite food. She'd made so much of it and prepared it for him, as she did any time he came over, and it was of the utmost importance that she set everything up nicely for him.

"Do you like katsudon, Minoru?" Inko asked, voice full of hope, but betraying a bit of frustration.

"I love it," Mineta said. "Especially when it's made with love at home. My mom makes it so much better than I can get at a restaurant, and I'm sure you'll hit that same spot, too."

Inko didn't mean to let out a tired laugh. It was a sound of pure joy, turning to look at the short hero and smiling brighter. "I always cook with love, so I hope you like it." That was the appreciation she needed, as a lonely woman whose only child had become a man and left. Inko was as ripe for the taking as she could possibly be, and she didn't realize just how thoroughly she was set up to fail as she headed into the kitchen, leaving Ochaco and Mineta to talk and keep up appearances.

It was only as Inko walked away that he took his first longing glance at her big ass. Hie licked his lips, the anticipation rising as he prepared himself for the utter wickedness to follow. He wasn't ready to behave this much, but Ochaco insisted the way to her heart was through sweetness and being on his best behavior, and so he kept innuendo-laden comments away and did his best to tighten up for the reality of what she asked of him. Giving her what she wanted was going to be a strange trip through lots of ideas and thoughts he wasn't used to being this behaved with, but he'd do it here, for Ochaco, and to get at some big MILF ass.

Inko returned soon with bowls of hot, steamy katsudon, bringing out trays piled high with rice, egg, veggies, and fried pork cutlets cut and drenched in sauce. It was the epitome of home cooking, the kind of warm, belly-filling indulgence that maybe wasn't the most health conscious way to eat, but provided the satisfaction and sense of home that only a mother's cooking could give. It was easier to keep his perverted comments to himself when he was chowing down on a generous serving of katsudon, eating his way through everything before him, stopping only to compliment Inko's cooking.

In Inko's mind, Ochaco being basically her daughter was a sure thing, a way she simply carried on in talking to her. Her son not being here was a sore note, but with Mineta paying her so much praise for her cooking, it was easy to stop worrying about that, her focus waning and her thoughts drifting closer toward the happiness of having people over. She didn't even get that very often. She just worked, come home, and was lonely, tending to her home by herself and hoping for calls from her son. It made all of this attention a welcome, relieving treat she could savour all the more.

"This is just as good as my mom's is, I could eat up bowl after bowl of this!" Mineta said. "Your cooking is amazing, Miss Midoriya." He was so polite. So respectful. It was a good thing Inko had heard nothing about him before, letting him get away with all of this.

"Oh my. Well, I might have enough for you to eat that much, if you'd like it."

"I would! I'll need to excuse myself for a minute, though. I'll come back, and we can talk about seconds." Mineta slipped down. "Where's the bathroom?"

Inko pointed him toward it, and he walked out of the dining room and down the hallway, not going to the bedroom at all. "He's so nice," Inko said, smiling as she watched him go. "It's not as good as having Izuku here, but thank you for bringing someone else to keep me company, Ochaco. And thank you for coming."

"I'm happy to," Ochaco said. "It's always nice to see you, and even though it would be nice if he was here... I'm kind of glad he isn't. I have some things I want to talk to you about." Ochaco made sure to be bright as could be, smiling and acting like what she had was secret good news.

Inko picked up on that. Was Ochaco expecting? Was the wedding happening? Inko found herself hanging excitedly on every word and possibility. "Do you mean..."

"Let's step into your room to talk about it. I don't want Mineta to hear, in case he tells him. You're the first person I'm sharing the news with." Ochaco's bright and cheery demeanor helped nail down the essence of something that had Inko eager to find out, eyes wide as she nodded and led Ochaco toward her bedroom to hear her good news. She had a spring in her step, and suddenly the last-minute bad news to sour her night didn't seem like it would last; something good was coming, and Inko's head ran with a myriad of amazing possibilities and ideas, wild conjecture running off in all directions to give her ample reasons to believe she knew what was coming. She most assuredly did not.

Coming down the hall, Inko opened her door up, ready to find out what Ochaco wanted to tell her, only to see Mineta lying on her back with a seductive smirk and his body spread out, stripped down to his boxers as he looked in admiring delight toward Inko. "Hey, sexy lady," he said, ready to let all of his slime out.

Letting out a panicked gasp and stumbling back, Inko found herself pushing against Ochaco, whose hands were determined and sudden as she held her in place. "Okay, maybe the news isn't about Izuku," Ochaco admitted. "But I wanted to bring you more than just one of my friends over. I know you're lonely here, Inko, and you do so much for your son. Even now, when he's not here, you smile and say he's doing the right thing. You're so selfless, so I wanted to bring over Mineta to help you de-stress and have some fun."

Stumbling over her words, Inko didn't have the beginnings of an idea of what to say about all of this. Confusion washed hotly across her as she stared at Mineta on the bed, awash in baffled concern for what she was seeing and the ways this was definitely not right at all. "Why would you--what?" She looked back at Mineta, having a million questions she didn't know how to start asking, and her struggles for an answer left her baffled. "I don't need to have sex with a man to fill the void left by my son." She was incredulous.

"I promise, he's really good at filling any void," Ochaco purred. "He's helped take care of me with how busy your son is lately; you aren't the only one he doesn't have time for."

Inko let out an appalled sound, realizing what Ochaco was implying and immediately clenching up under the concern behind all of it. "Are you cheating on my son?" she asked, eyes widening. Her eyes swung back toward Mineta, about to chide him for even thinking of sleeping with Deku's girlfriend; what a bad 'friend' he had to be to thing such a thing was acceptable. But as she tried to, her eyes fell onto the tenting bulge of his cock straining against his boxers, and that alone made her knees weak.

"You deserve this," Ochaco cooed, holding tighter onto Inko. "I don't love Deku anymore. That's correct. But I do love you, and see you like a second mother. And I want you to be happy too. Don't you think you deserve to do something for you for once?"

The heady mix of confusion and frustration and outrage that washed through Inko left her with a lot of questions and no good way to answer any of them. She stared back at Mineta, whose smirk widened as he flexed and flaunted his body on the bed, his bulge growing ever larger, ever more indecent. It was so wrong to behold, and it left Inko with even more questions, even more concerns. But she felt oddly open top them now. There was something here she wasn't sure of, and the words Ochaco said dug into her head.

"You aren't the only one he doesn't have time for."

Inko had done so much and sacrificed everything for her son, and she hadn't seen him in six months. He'd missed his birthday, missed her birthday, missed holidays. Whatever was going on with Ochaco and her infidelity certainly upset Inko; she still loved her son, and finding out he was being cheated on did not sit well with her. But was she implicitly agreeing to that if she simply let the short creep on the bed have her? There were so many questions inside of Inko and not much in the way of answers, but she felt she was at least certain of one thing: she needed space.

"I need to think about this," she said. "Can you go sit in the living room please?" She was tense. Her entire body clenched up in confusion and worry, a struggle to keep track of sense as she wondered how to answer these confusions. Inko was stuck in a position of confusion so wild and so fierce that she didn't understand any of it, but she felt the only sane way forward was to take the plunge.

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Leaning back on the couch, Mineta watched Ochaco slobbering her way up and down his cock, moving with tireless desire and devotion to satisfy his every need and flaunt just how readily she wanted to give in. He was all pent up and blueballed after Inko said asked them to step away, and there was no guarantee she'd say yes afterward. Ochaco figured it was all going to unravel anyway and the secret was out, so she didn't need to be subtle, and like a good sub, took care of her man's hopelessly throbbing cock, satisfying his every craving.

"She has such nice curves," Mineta groaned. "I hope she says yes. I love all you girls, but a thick, soft MILF would be a great pickup. Especially to get at that cooking! Oh, my stomach loves her as much as my dick does."

Ochaco kept up her smile as she looked up at him, working her head steadily along his dick to keep the pace up on what he wanted. She was thoroughly prepared to keep up all of this, to satisfy his every desire and keep his wants tended to. She understood that role, and she hoped they could sway Inko in, too. She was committed either way, ready to leave Deku and move in with the others, a weight off of her shoulders, but she hoped that in the breakup, she could steal Deku's mom before going.

It was low-key as blowjobs went. Ochaco worked efficiently at his big dick, savouring him and pushing on to keep him indulging, driving harder and more stubbornly forward until finally, he came right down her throat. The eruption of his cum was a helping of dessert, in a way, flooding up her stomach enough to make her belly strain a little bit against her dress as she took every drop he could give her down, moaning in hopeless satisfaction and delight for him before she drew back and stared up at him, delighted by how much he came.

"Feel better?" she asked, kissing the tip of his shaft as it twitched before her.

"Much better. That'll help tide me over in case we need to leave. But when we get home, I'll need a lot of sympathy anal to make up for this going badly."

"You can take all your needs out on my ass, I promise." She playfully slapped his cock down across her face.

But a call down the hallway shook them. "Can you come here, please?" Inko shouted. They got up quickly, Ochaco helping Mineta fit his dick back into his pants, which now tented in indecent fever as he did nothing to try and make his spit-drenched hard-on go down. He walked down the hall with his jeans bulging and his fly threatening to erupt open. Ochaco wiped the drool from her lips as she took Mineta by the hand and stepped back into the bedroom.

Inko sat on the edge of her bed, taking slow breaths and watching them arrive. She let them draw closer, before reaching for their wrists, tugging them both into the room as the dam burst open.

"I have been so selfless and spent years doing everything I can for Izuku!" she cried. "I know it's the duty of a mother, and I'm happy I did it, and I'm happy he's grown into the man he is, but I can't pretend that I've taken care of myself. I've given up everything for him, and now, it's time that I do something for myself. I need to have some fun, and I don't know if this is right, but I can't say no to it. Not with how hard I've worked all this time. I can't even have the satisfaction of my son saying he still loves my katsudon, so instead, I'm going to have sex with the man stealing his girlfriend!"

When Inko put it like that, the whole situation sounded kind of nuts. But it didn't matter; she began to undress, revealing that Inko had changed and put her clothes back on, letting her now reveal her emerald lingerie to their eyes. It was a gorgeous and filly set, one that did nothing to hide her plush body but instead enhance it, her soft and ample curves filling it all out and making her look as beautiful as could be. She stripped herself down to the bra, panties, and stockings, and then threw herself at Mineta, seeking kisses from him and desperately clamoring for some shred of reason to take her away.

Mineta didn't shy away from the kisses for a second. His hands got onto her body, groping her all over as he unleashed all his bottled up perversions, freed now from the constraints of having to behave and ready to flaunt just how much he wanted her. "I'll make you feel amazing," he promised, guiding her hands toward his pants to free his strained cock and give him the relief he craved. Inko had said yes, and he knew that that was as good as professing her undying love to him, given how women reacted once they got his dick inside of them. He was gold.

Inko helped Mineta out of his pants, fingers fumbling all over his huge cock as she dove in to seek out what she now needed more than anything else. "I'm ready," she moaned into the kisses, sitting hi mon the edge of her bed as she knelt before him. "I haven't touched a man in so long, so I'm sorry if I'm out of practice. I promise, I'll do everything I can for you." She tugged his cock out and stared at it, her eyes going wide and her jaw dropping as she beheld just how much cock there was here. She was thrown by the sight of it, by the sheer size and pride of his huge prick suddenly casting such a joyful spread across her face. "Can they even be this big?" she asked, looking in even more shock as she measured it against his body overall, utterly startled by how much dick there was and how ridiculous it looked atop him.

But that couldn't stop her. Full of resolve and hunger, she pushed forward to take his cock into her mouth, and Inko proved that her lack of recent experience wasn't going to be a problem. She forced herself to throat his cock all the way down, choking her way along his fat shaft and starting back and forth the utmost insistence and aggression, caring now only about making sure she got the point across and got him off. Each motion of her head back and forth spoke to that need, desperation hot and high as she worked for his pleasure above all else, determination carrying her forward and expressing just how desperately she needed him to give up to her.

"Oh fuck, that's amazing," Mineta groaned. "You're so good already, Inko!" No more 'Miss Midoriya', as Mineta felt ready to go full pervert overdrive in this position. he didn't care about anything other than getting his, holding tight and tugging her down onto his cock, embracing passions too reckless and wicked to be able to control. "So many women my age could never do this. You're so good." He kept up the praise; Mineta had a bit of a soft spot for a lonely middle-aged woman stuck alone and in need of a man. He'd never gone this old before, fucking a woman in her late forties, but he felt like paying her lots of love and compliments was the best way to go, not only to weasel his way into her good graces, but just to make her feel good.

Inko had never been a wild slut in 'her days'. She had a perfectly normal libido and an ordinary sex life. What drove her forward was not the reawakening of desires to worship huge cocks, but simply the weight of years of repression and loneliness bearing down upon her so intensely and with such power that she didn't have a prayer of doing anything but throwing herself into the deep end for him. She had to satisfy her urges and satisfy this man in the process, and if that meant gagging all over his cock, drooling on it and making a complete mess of herself as she fucked her face down onto him, then so be it.

It was the sloppiest blowjob that Mineta had ever reached. Ochaco watched in awe, fingers tightening against her dress and squeezing down, starting to peel it off and get herself undressed for this, as she beheld the utter insanity of seeing Deku's innocent and doting mother suddenly go full feral cocksucker for Mineta. Watching women lose themselves to the passion of giving him what he wanted was always a delight, but this was next level, both for the association and for the utter intensity. "You really did need this, Inko! I'm so happy you're finally getting what you need. You deserve it. You deserve to be happy, and we can give you that!"

Burning up in delight as she kept sucking, Inko rubbed herself through her panties, pushing harder on to savour the wild delight of satisfying every aimless desire inside of her. She was a wreck, completely divorced from reason now. She knew this was wrong on so many levels, and as much as she tried to insist otherwise to herself, this was definitely accepting and encouraging cheating on her son. It didn't matter. She was a frenzied wreck sloppily pursuing all the pleasure she could get, and her enduring thirsts kept her moving, needy and wild and totally incapable of self-control now. Each motion back and forth flaunted how much she craved this surrender fully. Her needs could only get more drastic as she explored this all. Inko understood now. She knew what she needed more than anything.

"You're so good, Inko! I love MILFs, and you're the best!" Mineta was happy to keep digging in, to shower her in the affection and praise he felt she needed, and he wasn't going to stop until he got his overblown point across, writhing under her touch. The overwhelming and downright ecstatic blowjob she praised him with was incredible, and as long as he had that to carry him, he couldn't fathom ever needing anything else. He was well on his way to giving up fully, and he knew it was only a matter of time, twisting under the satisfaction and the joy of giving up like this. It was too much, and its fiercest excesses kept him moving, kept him urgent and heated as he bucked through this all. There was so much going on and all of it felt like a desperate push over the edge, so much more than he could take in so many more directions than he was built to resist.

For as surprising as Inko had found the mere size of his cock, it paled in comparison to the surprise that came from having him cum. The eruption of so much more jizz than Inko could even begin to process flooding into her mouth and down her throat made her jerk back in confusion, startled by the utter volume of what followed. Even more hosed down her face, left her with so many questions and concerns about what she felt and how to make sense of all of it, but the excitement of beholding such a display only made Inko tremble. The wildest excesses of his load brought on something that made her shake.

"You're cumming so much," Inko whined, helpless and baffled but even more overjoyed. "You're so amazing, Minoru. I..." She was almost at the point of tears. "I need you."

"I know you do. It's okay, I'm ready." He guided her up onto the bed, cum dripping down her face as he guide her onto all fours, her round ass up high in the air. The plump older woman felt no shame about being in such a position, his hands groping at her curves with clear appreciation for her 'mature figure' even with Ochaco in the room. It made her feel incredible, and she trusted it, trusted in every last bit of praise he paid her as he guided her panties down and got her ripe backside out in the open for him.

"Ochaco, you wanna come kiss Inko and clean her off while I fuck her?" Mineta asked, smile bright as he gave her ass some good squeezes, guiding his cock lower, between her legs and up against her dripping pussy, ready to take charge and push for more of what was becoming much too unruly and bizarre to believe.

Ochaco happily slipped into position for it, moaning, "I'd love to," as she seized Inko's lips and shoved helpless kisses upon her, catching her off guard and pampering her with all the overbearing affections she'd been waiting to show her all this time. Doubling up on the excitement was that it meant Ochaco got to be right there, flush against Inko, as Mineta sank his dick into her and broke through her years-long frustrations to get what he needed more than anything. Inko's moans were ecstatic and helpless as he pushed his way forward, sinking into her with a single stroke and a greedy, ready shove that had Inko tightening up in utter delight and shock, feelings rushing across her and demanding so much more than she felt she was fully ready to embrace.

The steady strokes of Mineta's monstrously hung dick shoved forward, filling Inko up and pushing her into a state of delirious heat and joy more overbearing than she felt emotionally prepared to face. She didn't know how to answer all of this, didn't know what to say about the ways that her head spun and her body succumbed to what took her by storm. She felt good. That was all that mattered, as the first thing to not run on batteries between her legs in forever was finally inside of her, and she couldn't possibly need anything else.

A steady and reckless doggy style pounding was all that she could have possibly imagined wanting, and Mineta was the man for the job, holding onto her hips and plunging forward, his whole body in feverish descent as he savoured the joy of shoving forward and making her bend for him. The dizzy heat and ferocious desires that washed across her body were forward to an almost overbearingly brutal degree, demanding from Inko way too much to keep her head on straight, and she didn't know how to answer nay of it, faltering under this dizziness and finding that she was less and less prepared by the second to meet any of this. It was too much, and she wished for clarity she wasn't getting, wished for understanding and sense that simply did not come.

But Ochaco was there. Kissing her. Adoring her. Every motion of love and focus was a show of something beautiful and wild, driven to satisfy every strange cravings and twist within her thoughts. Inko had never felt this happy or this loved, with Mineta taking care of her primal urges and the girl she was so ready to call her daughter that she already did insistent on 'taking her with her'. The kisses were a lot, and Ochaco licked plenty of the cum off of Inko's face to feed into the kiss, adding to the chaos and the satisfaction, keeping Inko all the more eager and excitable as she succumbed to her needs at their deepest and most frantic. She felt too good, felt too driven by things so wild and so feverish that she wanted them more than was sensible. Each motion of her body furthered the shove into wild surrender, keeping lofty swells of passion flaring up inside her ever hotter, ever stranger. This was too much, but its beautiful excess kept Inko craving more. It was just too much.

With the huge cock kissing her insides, bottoming out inside of her and driving Inko utterly mad with excitement, she couldn't control herself. But with a big ass shaking in his face while he hammered some desperate MILF pussy raw, neither could Mineta. He felt delighted, the reckless fever behind his thrusts pushing him harder, urging him to keep giving in and explore the hopeless satisfaction of pleasures he just could not for the life of him pull back from another second longer. He had to let go. Had to give in to all of it.

With a brutal slam forward, Mineta let it all go. "Get ready, I don't stop cumming once I start!" If Inko thought that first load was a fluke, this next one was a brutal wake-up call. He let loose a flood of molten spunk right into her hopeless hole, and Inko took it all with shrieking panic, driven over the edge into the first orgasm she'd been fucked to in an eternity. She broke down, eyes rolling back as she went limp on the bed, flopping face-down against Ochaco while her womb flooded up with every drop of Mineta's seed that it could accept, with plenty more oozing out of her hole and around his cock. Her belly was already a bit too plump to bulge out the same way that Mineta's skinnier lovers did, but she was no doubt full and dizzy, trembling under the utter confusion of what washed through her.

"It's so good," Inko whined. She was a dizzy, dreamy wreck, lying helpless and aimless on the bed, resting face-down in Ochaco's lap. "His cock is... Oh I've never cummed so hard in my..." Inko felt numb with pleasure, like she had been fucked so hard she didn't even realize how good her body felt, and it came in disorienting shockwaves. She struggled under all of this, hips twisting about, noises spilling from her lips. Swells of aimless joy washed across her, and the way that they hit her in staggered acceptance left her wondering how to even begin expressing rational thought. Maybe she just couldn't.

It was under this ripe situation and knowing he had all the means in the world ow to get what he wanted, that Mineta drew back and slammed his cock right up her ass without warning. Inko shrieked with sharp and understood panic at the sensation of him claiming her backdoor like that, the suddenness of his treatment leaving her fully fucking aware of what she was doing and how much this was over the line. She trembled and twisted, wondering how to express any of it with any reasonable intensity, but instead she just flailed there, Ochaco slipping away to leave Inko face-down on the bed while her ass got pounded.

"This ass is so big, and I'm going to love filling it up with cum!" Mineta shouted, continuing his twisted, perverse praise of her body while he hammered her down into the mattress. His hips were reckless now, readily plunging without care or restraint through the raw madness of giving it to her as harshly as he could muster. Mineta understood only his desire to keep pushing, and he was not going to be held back by anything, letting his needs get away from him and letting the passion burn him up from within. Mineta understood his needs now with tighter focus and desire than he could in good conscience resist, and he was ready to align Inko's needs with his.

"How can it all fit in me?" Inko asked. She was an utterly delirious wreck, struggles rising through her as she did her best to contain emotions that didn't really have a way to be contained. Ochaco ran fingers through her hair and caressed her cheek as she lay on the bed, mostly prone and not doing much to change that situation while she got drilled into rougher and greedier by a much younger man with a concern only for breaking her the fuck down. Inko didn't have a chance of dealing with any of this mess, struggling to keep even the slightest bit of focus on the ways she was giving in while she fumbled deeper and deeper into oblivion.

"We've all asked that," Ochaco said. The implication there were other girls sailed right over Inko's head in her hopeless and delirious state, dizzily accepting the passion pushing her limits and not thinking about anything else. The raw excess of this treatment was clearly a lot for Inko to handle, but Ochaco had been here before. She knew the deal, and was there to support Inko through everything he did to her, careful and controlled and showering her with as much affection and adoration as she could muster. Inko had the best person along for the ride that she could ask for.

So having her guts rearranged by Mineta's cock was almost a simple process. Inko felt like she'd break in half, sure, but she was ready for it, holding strong and letting Mineta work through her with stormy indulgence, his imprecise slams down into her leaving with a confused and compromised rush of too many feelings to deal with. She was baffled by just how much pleasure she could handle, and didn't even pass out under the weirdness, falling further and further away as the weight of all this took its toll on her, a baffling mess of ecstasies that pushed her once mor to the brink, and to, of all surprises, Inko's very first anal orgasm.

The screams of ecstasy rose back up against as Inko succumbed to the raw joy and pulsating need inside of her. Her head rolled back, and she trembled under this mess, as Mineta pumped her guts full of grape jizz and treated her to the fullest Mineta experience. It was so much, and Inko was completely incapable of resisting nay of what ensued, the senseless streaks of lust pushing her limits and leaving her with something so blatant and so dizzy that she couldn't help herself, couldn't handle any of this mess.

Mineta pulled out, smirking bright as he grabbed hold of Inko and rolled her onto her back. "How did that feel?" he asked, standing over her with his cock twitching and delighted, fully ready to see this mess further along and get everything he wanted from her. He wasn't done yet; his huge cock standing proud and casting a shadow over her as he delighted in the way she looked below him, so needy and frantic, truly hopeless in ways that made him ache for more.

"Amazing," Inko sighed, dreamy and desperate. She looked up at Mineta, ragged. "I've never enjoyed sex that much in my life. Those orgasms were amazing, and I... I want more of it."

"I've got plenty more for you." Mineta reached for Inko's bra, getting some help from Ochaco to reach under her and unclasp it so he could toss it aside, grabbing her plump breasts as he sat himself down onto her soft belly and shoved his cock between her tits. The plump, soft breasts wrapped around his cock, a perfect fit for him to indulge in as he wound up with powerful motions back and forth, thrusting into the softness of her eager tits and losing himself to the greedy joy of letting himself go. "Let's go, let's go!" he shouted, loving the chance to ride this older woman's chest.

"Your cock..." Inko was overjoyed, tongue hanging out and waving about so she could try and lick the head of his dick at the height of each thrust. She felt overjoyed to feel him upon her, to know he was ready to appreciate her body fully, unconditional in his acceptance of her form and ready to meet this all with forward devotion and desire. She did everything she could to accept this love, moaning louder and dizzier under drunken fire and devotion driving her limits. she was helpless and needy, struggling to keep track of things she was powerless against. She felt incredible, felt loved, and finally, she understood.

The wild strokes bucking forward into her cleavage kept her dizzy, kept Inko full of delights as she looked up at Ochaco, who was all too shamelessly rubbing at her pussy and soaking in the pleasure before her. This was a lot to take, but she felt happy to lean into this, to embrace what rapidly escalated through her whole body at once. The weirdest excesses kept her stumbling, and Inko felt lost in the weird possibilities of what she was doing, what she was learning her way through. There was a lot here, but all of it underscored a desire forward and bright, that pushed Inko to keep giving in, moaning louder and greedier under desires that she didn't want to hold back from, desperate to give in to all of them and embrace what was now simply too good to believe.

There was nothing Inko could do about all of these feelings, the burning heats sweeping across her. She looked down at Mineta's cock, staring at the thing that had just wrecked and stuffed her holes, which now leaked onto her bed with cum in the most indecent of sights. She felt dizzy, aimless, so hopelessly overjoyed that she didn't understand this all. Inko found herself in the most bizarre situation ass she tried to deal with all these errant sensations and emotions throwing her off of her focus all at once, a struggle to hold herself together that didn't feel like it could be contained.

It was only a titfuck, but Inko read it as so much more. The acceptance of her body. The affirmation of a man's love for her when she simply wasn't getting that any other time. The molten relief and rush of excitement searing across her thoughts to keep her stuck in place and overjoyed. This was the end of her terminal loneliness, and that was worth anything Inko could give, readiness rushing across her body and demanding she succumb fully, lost to anything else but joy.

Mineta came hard and loud as he threw himself forward once again, groaning in wild surrender and desperate joy. It was brilliant, his cock erupting this time all over Inko's face and tits without anything to get in the way, Inko able to watch the jizz gush forward and splatter across her features in such messily indecent delight, and she was as vocal as could be about getting it, moaning louder for him as she took the mess and savoured just how filthy she felt. "I'm going to drain these balls to make up for how long you had to spend alone," Mineta promised, and Inko found herself fully believing he could do it.

Scampering down her body, Mineta didn't waste an instant getting right on tom ore. He was on the war path now, ramming his cock back down into Inko as he tugged her legs up over him, mating pressing the needy older woman into submission. Full of vigor and stamina, he was ready to show off to Inko how ready he was to keep going, how unstoppable he was, and there was absolutely nothing she could do now to deal with it, his wild slams driving every inch of his meaty cock into Inko and providing her with everything to 'make up' for lost time. He felt unstoppable now, prepared to see his passions all through and provide her with the most concentrated and certain of desires, insistent and wild and knowing only his need to keep pushing.

Inko was powerless against all of this, moans dizzy and frantic under the weight of what he had in store for her. She was powerless, startled and dazed under the fever of getting rammed senseless by Mineta's hung cock through another round. Babbling delirium and ecstasy had her completely lost as she took this on, feeling him run wild across her body again. "I need this," she whined. "I... I deserve this!" The idea of 'deserving' was a strange and powerful one; Inko found herself ready now to understand and embrace passions burning stronger out of control, and all she needed to do was abandon sense to surrender to it. Each motion back and forth brought on dizzy pulses of an ecstasy too stubborn to believe, irresistible fire keeping her engaged and lit up, hungers burning across her thoughts and leaving her feeling amazing.

"You do," Ochaco moaned, leaning in and pressing back tight against her, insistent and ready to make sure she understood. "You deserve everything he can give you and maybe more., I promise. You're an amazing woman whose heart is so full of love, and you deserve to be happy. You deserve everything. You'll get it, I promise. You'll get all of it, and you'll be just as happy as the rest of us are. We're like a family, and we'd love a loving mom who can bring it all together." She leaned down and kissed Inko more, licking up the cum of her cheek and sharing it. Ochaco was ready to see this all come to fruition, ready to make sure she paid every last bit of praise she could to her.

Mineta's tireless thrusts continued to indulge harder in her body and push her to keep giving in, push her to accept something brilliant and messy. He knew what he had to do, and as Ochaco's dizzy, impassioned explanations warmed Inko even further, he got a bit teary-eyed. He was just trying to be a sleaze and fuck some cute girls, but he really had brought together something beautiful, something even more meaningful than all of that. He felt overjoyed to be a part of something so grand, to be pushing harder into this chaos. Mineta proved through and through how ready he was to be full of love, and he used all of that now to push the limits of reason and good sense, driving on with his powerful hips and forcing Inko into the hazy joy of getting another surge of pulsating ecstasy to rip through her body and push her limits.

Another wad of spunk flooding up her hole was more than Inko knew how to handle, crying out in cross-eyed ecstasy for him as she clung to Mineta. "I love you both so much, and I feel loved. If you all need a mother, I'll do it. I'll join your family. All I want is for people to be grateful for the things I can do, and to feel needed sometimes. And that's what I feel now!"

Ochaco climbed up on top of a clearly dizzy and fucked-senseless Inko. Wiggling her hips, she didn't say anything about how she was due for a reward, but she was due for a fucking reward. Every desire inside of her now was prepared to seek out what was too grand for her to possibly resist, and she was not going to settle for anything less. Inko was the one who took the initiative this time, pushing forward to kiss Ochaco and express her deepest adorations for the girl who had helped open her up to new ecstasies.

Mineta was happy to slam into Ochaco and give her the reward she was due, moving easily from Inko's pussy up to Ochaco's and offering a chance to give even more. "There's enough of me to go around," he groaned, as if Ochaco didn't already know, and with his hips wildly in motion, he worked to satisfy every craving inside of him. Back and forth slams imposed his indulgences upon a more familiar body, but fucking her on top of the 'mom' she was insistent on bringing him to was its own sort of joy. "Especially for girlfriends who are so fucking eager to make the women they care about happy. I'll always have time for you, Ochaco."

"I know you will, and that's why I love you!' Ochaco felt accomplished and satisfied here, loving the sight of Inko in her fuck-drunk state below her, and all Ochaco could have ever needed now was to keep giving in and seeking more, throwing herself into the deep end of utter satisfaction, abandoning reason for something so aimless and perfect that nothing else mattered. She gave in with stubborn, motions, jerking back to meet his cock as he pumped into her hole, throbbing with the telltale warnings of another load

Inko watched the look of utter joy on Ochaco's face. It mirrored the relief inside of her, and she happily caressed Ochaco's cheek, smile widening. "You're so happy. I really do think of you like a daughter, so seeing you happy is..." Maybe she'd just had the decency fucked out of her, to be prioritizing Mineta's cock over her son. But in that moment, Inko saw Ochaco so brilliant and so delighted that it didn't upset her to know that her son was being cheated on. Inko understood. Inko accepted it, and she agreed. It urged Ochaco back down for more kisses, pushing harder into tis chaos and appreciatively praising every bit of Inko she could, wanting nothing more than she wanted to completely overwhelm reason for the sake of something too beautiful to believe or resist now.

After so fucking long watching Inko have all the fun, being stuffed full of dick again was all Ochaco really wanted. Especially since she'd only blown him in the living room and not moved on to do much else. This was the satisfaction she needed more than anything else, and she was an inconsolable wreck of joy and devotion throwing herself into the deep end and proving that she could not for a moment do anything but completely fucking lose herself to this. It was intoxicating, desperate, and she found herself right where she needed to be. This was her happiest place, bringing the joy of Mineta's cock to the women she cared about most and then sharing his cock with them. And finally, it would be her life.

Mineta happily slammed balls deep into Ochaco as he came, grunting through the joy of pumping a flood of cum into her womb, and unlike the plump Inko, Ochaco didn't have enough meat on her bones to hide the indecent swell of her belly as he let loose his ample load, flooding her up and pumping her full. Sharp pulls at her hair pulled Ochaco back, as Mineta flaunted to Inko the sight of her belly swollen and plump with so much more cum than she could handle, and all Inko could do was smile.

"Are you sure you aren't going to tell me you're pregnant after all?" Inko joked.

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Ochaco had been sneaking most of her stuff over to the house for the past few weeks, bringing bits in overnight bags, sneaking a box here or there, slowly moving out before she'd even met up with Inko. But once Inko was there and Inko herself was moved in, Ochaco's stuff was to follow, the other girls all helping bring her stuff in and set her up in her room, a room she'd finally get to use and live in. Deku had finally been dumped, solving the mystery she had told all the girls for months would be dealt with 'when the time was right'. And now, the time was very, very right.

Mineta scarfed down a bowl of soup made for lunch while he leaned back at the dining room table, leaving Inko plenty of space to slobber all over his cock. She sucked it down like nobody else could, the desperation she showed that first night carrying her on through each successive blowjob she gave him. It was a sight to behold, and she was happy to keep pushing, showing off newfound aggressions and excitements. Inko had a kinky side she had never explored before, but choking herself almost to the point of unconsciousness on his cock was a chance to explore that and fill out her needs.

But the real spiral of depravity was when Inko brought her quirk into play. Her ability to pull small objects toward her body extended to fluids, as she learned, using it to drain Mineta's balls, to make him pump out a load three times as big directly into her stomach, making even the plump woman a bloated mess, pulling back to take the last few ropes across her face before flopping cross-eyed onto the floor to cough up ample amounts of his spunk, but even still, she was happy to ask him how he enjoyed the soup while she did so. Inko had needed a lover and needed someone to take care of. She didn't expect she'd find a house full of both, but it was perhaps the most fulfilling outcome for her. Inko did still love her son, but from now on, she'd put her energies toward someone who deserved it.