MHA After Class: Part 3

***A/N: Hey guys, finally got this one done. It was supposed to be done last week, but I procrastinated a bit. Fair warning, this one is fairly wordy, and has mom/son busting. If ya ain't into that, I suggest you leave now. Anyways, if you guys liked the chapter and/or have any ideas on future works, let me know in the comments. Alright, that's enough from me. Enjoy!***

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Inko sat there for a solid minute or so, trying and failing to process the words she’d just heard spoken to her over the phone.

“…o what do you say, Miss Midoriya?” Midnight finished, now waiting for the mother’s response.

“…can you repeat that one more time?” She hesitantly asked, certain that she’d heard wrong.

“Look, I understand that this may come as a bit of a shock, but I assure you, this is all for the betterment of your son’s future as a pro.” Midnight spoke, tone soft with understanding.

“He’s my son!” Inko exclaimed, frantic. “And you want me to… to…”

“Bust his balls, yes.” The R-rated hero finished. “Literally, I might add.”

“I-!” She stopped, took a breath, and then tried again. “I’ve got that, thank you.” She paused, taking a sip of tea from her cup in her hands before continuing. “Now, I’m aware of the… training, UA has been putting my boy through, I’ve read the paperwork. I understand \*why\* you’re doing that to my son and his classmates. What I don’t understand, is why you’re asking \*me\* to do this.” Inko shook her head, even though Midnight couldn’t see her. “I’m his mother.”

A heavy sigh. Inko briefly wondered if Midnight had talked to the parents of the other students about this already. “Look, you’re under no obligation to do this if you don’t want to. I understand being apprehensive about this. All I ask is for you to give it some thought, and talk to Izuku about it. Okay?”

Inko hesitated for a moment before sighing, her body visibly deflating as she did so. “I… I will.”

“Thank you. That’s all I ask. Now, you both have a good weekend.”

“Thank you, Miss Midnight. Goodbye.” With that, Midoriya Inko hung up the phone and returned her attention to the paper sitting innocently on the counter. The title of said paper stuck out in big, bold letters.

Genital Training Class: Parent(s) Participation.

She’d already read it over. In essence, the Parent Participation form was a way for the heroes-in-training to gain something akin to extra credit for the class. 30 minutes of busting was the equivalent of 1 point of extra credit. Save up five of those points, and a student could use it to automatically pass any single test in the class (except for the final, in which participation was required). Honestly, it was a pretty sweet deal, all things considered. The only thing that was holding Inko back was one small, tiny detail.

As his sole remaining parent, she’d be the one busting Izuku.

Now, Inko was far from what you’d call a regular ballbuster. She’d kneed a few groins over the years, usually from guy or girl getting too handsy with her during a late night out (though the last time she’d went out had been before she’d had Izuku), but that was really it. She understood how sensitive one’s private parts were, and as such, did not target them unless she thought it entirely necessary.

But now she was being asked to ballbust someone. And not just anyone, her own son!

But at the same time, Midnight had been right in saying this could only help Izuku in the long run. Villains, unlike Inko, had no such qualms about aiming below the belt, so any and all training would be beneficial.

That didn’t make the decision any easier though.Suddenly, the creak of a door opening and quiet footsteps brought her out of her thoughts. She glanced up to see her son step into the kitchen, a nervous expression on his face.

“Mom? How did uh… how did the call go?” He asked, eyes flitting from her face to the paper and then back.

“It went…fine.” She replied hesitantly. “Your teacher told me I should talk to you about…well, y’know, before making my final decision."

A faint blush appeared on her son's face. "Ah."

With a heavy sigh, Inko sat down at the kitchen table, resting her chin in one hand as she looked at her son. "Izuku, baby, are you really sure you want to do this? I can’t imagine it’s been easy having your, er, privates hit so many times. Even your teacher said she wouldn’t blame anyone if they merely wanted to take the weekends off and toss out extra credit entirely. Moreover, are you sure you want… \*me\* to do it?”

Izuku’s brow furrowed slightly in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“Well, I mean, I’m your mother. And besides that, I know I’m not really much to look at.” Inko gestured to herself, feeling a small hint of shame flare up in her chest. She was doing better now, weight-wise, but she was still what many would call a ‘big girl’ and they weren’t talking height. She wasn’t exactly sexy by any means, in her mind. “I’m not exactly like Miss Midnight, now am I?” She inquired, chuckling humorlessly to herself.

“Don’t talk like that, mom!” Her son exclaimed. “Sure, you aren’t like Miss Midnight, but that doesn’t mean you aren’t beautiful! Anyone would be lucky to have you! And I’m…” Suddenly, he stopped talking, a blush overtaking his features. “I’m okay with you doing it, if y-you are, at least.” He muttered, poking his index fingers together.

For a moment, Inko stared at her only son with a shocked expression. Then a faint blush appeared on her own cheeks and she looked down at the table, a small smile gracing her lips.

“Ah Izuku, what did I do to deserve someone as kind as you?”

He chuckled. “W-well, I’m your son after all, so I must’ve just learned from the best.”

She laughed. “I think you might be giving me a bit too much credit there, baby.” Izuku merely gave a sheepish grin in response, rubbing the back of his neck. She watched him for a moment, mulling the situation over in her head before letting out another sigh. “Are you really sure you’re okay with me doing it?”

Her son met her gaze and gave her a single, firm nod.

Well, that settled things then.

“…Alright. We’ll, we’ll do it.” Inko stated, steeling her nerves as her heart began racing somewhat at the prospect. “Just uh, just give me 30 minutes to get ready. Where do you want to do it?”

Izuku shrugged nervously. “Um, the living room, I guess?"

Inko nodded. “Okay, the living room then.” She stood up from her seat before making her way to her room. Just before entering the hallway, she stopped and looked back at Izuku. “Are you…really sure? Cause-“

“Mom.” He interrupted her, a gentle but nervous grin on his face. “I’m sure.“

“…okay.” She muttered, trying to ignore the fluttering in her chest. She nodded, then turned and began walking down the hall. “I’ll be ready in 30 minutes, okay?”

“Okay!”

Inko quickly made it to her room, opening the door and closing it behind her. As soon as she did that, she pressed her back against it, slowly sliding to the floor. Her mind was racing as fast as her heart. Of gosh, she was going to bust Izuku’s nuts, oh gosh, how was she going to do this, what was going to happen, what should she wear, etc.

A memory popped up in the back of her head. Izuku had said that the teachers had always worn little clothing while busting the students, for some reason.Her face burned with embarrassment as she considered that. Maybe…

Her gaze wandered to her closet. She didn’t have a swim suit, as she was never found of swimming, but there was the obvious alternative…

\*\*\*\*\*

Izuku sat on the couch in living room, hands on his knees as he stared down at the floor, heart beating fast with anticipation. He’d already stripped out of most of his clothing, wearing nothing but his boxers as he waited for his mom to come out.

To be perfectly honest, he was nervous, (obviously). He was about to get his balls busted for the fourth time in a week, albeit by the hands, feet, etc of his mother as opposed to a Pro Hero, not that that made a huge difference to him. He honestly didn’t mind the idea of getting busted by his mother too much (a kick to the nuts from anyone hurt all the same) but his mother hadn’t been as open to the idea. But it seemed what Midnight had told her, combined with what he’d said, had been enough to sway her.

\*Creak\*

He was brought out of his thoughts by the sound of a door creaking open, the otherwise quiet noise loud against the silence of the apartment.

His heart began beating faster.

Footsteps, quiet and hesitant, slowly began to approach. He waited, eyes locked on where the hallway turned, where his mother had disappeared to almost 30 minutes before.

Slowly, ever-so-slowly, Inko turned the corner, revealing herself to the now wide-eyed and furiously blushing Izuku.

She was, much to his surprise, almost entirely nude, save for a thin pair of black panties that barely concealed her pussy and a similarly black size-33D bra to cover and support her generous bust. Her hair was tied up in a simple ponytail, her dark green hair in complete contrast with the fierce blush staining her cheeks.

Izuku didn’t say a word, too shocked by his mother’s lack of dress to speak as she walked down the hall to stand nervously in front of him.

“Izuku baby?” Inko’s hesitant words broke the young man from his thoughts as he hastily stood up.

“S-sorry, I didn’t mean to stare, I was j-just… shocked.”

She chuckled. “It’s fine. I’m sure I surprised you coming out like this…” She gestured at her nearly-nude body. “But I remember you mentioned how your teachers dressed when they did this, so I thought, y’know, why n-not?” She glanced down at her son’s groin, now covered only by a thin pair of boxers. “Speaking of which, it uh… it might be best to get rid of your boxers.”

“What?!” Izuku squeaked, clearly shocked. He’d fully expected his mother to want him to keep his underwear, hence why he hadn’t taken them off.

She chuckled. “Oh please, I used to change your diapers. There’s nothing there I haven’t already seen a hundred times.” She swallowed and averted her gaze slightly. “Besides, Midnight said that nude is for the best. No cushioning and all that.”

The young hero-in-training couldn’t exactly refute that. With a deep breath, he slid his boxers down to the ground, kicking them into the small pile of clothes he’d left nearby.

Inko couldn’t help the slight gasp that left her throat as she laid eyes on her son’s equipment.“Whoa.” She murmured in slight awe. “Y-you’re…rather gifted down there, it seems.

”His cock, which was already semi-erect most likely due to her near-nude state, was a hearty 7 1/2 inches long, 1 inch girth, with a visible firmness that would’ve made Inko’s mouth water on any other day. However, the real prize were the twin orbs hanging just below.

His testicles were each nearly the size of a plum, plump and juicy as they hung defenseless in his ballsack. Reaching down, she took a hold on his sizable ballsack, eliciting a quiet gasp from her boy as she inspected his twin orbs.

After a few moments of turning them over and inspecting every inch of them her son’s ballsack, she let go and stepped back, giving a low whistle.“I’m starting to see why Ochako seems so happy after she stays over.” She said, grinning as Izuku’s blush seemed to intensify twice fold.

Inko couldn’t help but chuckle at the blushing mess that was her son, laughing at the absurd situation the two of them were in. She gave his naked body another appraising look before speaking again.

“So how do you want to do this?”

Izuku gave it some thought, and shrugged. “J-just, do what you’re comfortable with. I’ll take it.”

The older Midoriya frowned. “Izuku, I don’t want to hurt you by accident.”

“You won’t.” He easily replied. “Don’t worry.”

She glanced down at his pair before meeting his gaze again. “You’ll tell me if something’s wrong?”

He nodded. “Absolutely.”

“Okay.” Inko took a deep breath, closing her eyes as she steeled herself for what she was about to do to her son’s reproductive organs. Opening her eyes again, she set her sights on his twin orbs, hanging defenseless between his spread legs.

“Alright. baby, I’m gonna start now. Are you ready?”

Izuku took a breath, steeling himself for the pain and ache that he would no doubt be experiencing in a few moments. Meeting his mother’s gaze, he gave a swift nod.

“A-alright. Go ahead.”

Inko nodded, hesitating for a moment before slowly bringing her foot up and tapping the underside of his sack, eliciting the barest of flinches from the young hero-in-training.

Bringing her foot down a few inches, Inko took a deep breath before lightly flicking her leg upward, the top of her foot slapping against Izuku’s ballsack with a light \*thwap.\*

The younger Midoriya, now somewhat used to receiving much harsher kicks, only grunted slightly, his hips flinching backwards from the blow as the all-too-familiar pain began spreading up from his groin, albeit not nearly as intense as he’d experienced before at the feet and knees of Midnight.

“How was that baby?” Inko inquired, noting the reaction.

“You’re fine, mom.” He reassured her. “Midnight kicks a lot harder than that.”

Nodding, Inko lifted her foot back up, this time stopping around a foot away from her twin targets. Using slightly more strength this time, she kicked her foot upwards, slapping it up into Izuku’s balls and eliciting a moderately loud \*whap\* that had her son groan slightly, curling in on himself for half a second before standing back up straight.

“T-that was better.” He swiftly informed her before she could speak. “Maybe a little bit harder.”

Inko opened her mouth to ask if he was sure, but quickly closed it as she realized that if her son, the one getting his private parts kicked, was encouraging her to go harder, then she could trust him and go harder.

“Okay.” She eventually acquiesced. “But if you feel like you can’t go any more, you tell me, alright?”

Izuku smiled, shaky and trembling but real. “I will.”

With that, Inko brought her foot up between his legs once again. After another small moment of hesitation, she thrust her foot up into his awaiting ballsack.

\*Whump!\*

“Guh!” Izuku groaned as his balls were squished between the top of his mother’s foot and his pelvis. The hit, while not as strong as Midnight’s powerful kicks, was actually getting somewhat close to the same level of strength the teachers used while busting him and his fellow classmates.

Pain shot through his body like a lightning bolt, a wave of ball ache following close behind it as Inko hastily lowered her foot from its position up between his thighs.“Oh my gosh, baby are you okay?” She asked, worry evident on her face.

“I-I’m fine!” He quickly reassured her, standing back up straight to get back in position. “That kick was…actually perfect.”

Inko’s brows furrowed in confusion. “It was?”

Izuku hastily nodded. “Y-yeah. Keep, keep using that level of strength.”

Inko quickly glanced down at her son’s dangling balls. They were slightly reddened, but no signs of damage or bruising. And if Izuku said he was fine…She nodded. “Okay. I will.”

Inko slowly lifted her leg again, gaze drifting to the clock hanging on the wall. Only around 3 minutes had passed since they’d started.

She mentally sighed, even as she flicked her foot up into Izuku’s gonads for the fourth time, heart jumping slightly at the fleshy \*smack\* of the impact and at her son’s groan as he endured another kick to the nuts.

Despite knowing he was fully on board with what she was doing, Inko couldn’t help but mentally apologize to Izuku, even as she drew her foot back once again.

\*Whack!\*

\*\*\*\*\*

Inko was coming to the conclusion that she was a terrible mother.

Not for busting her son’s balls, at least not exactly. Izuku himself had been one of the people to convince her to do it after all, so she didn’t feel as bad about it as she possibly could’ve.

No, what she did feel bad about was that she was starting to enjoy it.

She wasn’t sure what it was. Maybe it was the feel of her foot smacking into Izuku’s balls, of his precious, but-oh-so squishy organs being compressed, even for just a moment, between his pelvis and the top of her toes. Or maybe it was the fact that such relatively small things could elicit such a reaction from her son even from just a light hit. Either way, the warm feeling in her chest had steadily grown over the minutes since she’d first kicked her foot up betwixt her son’s thighs.

It didn’t help that Inko was steadily growing more comfortable with kicking her son in the balls. After maybe the 10 or so minute mark, she stopped asking if he was okay after every kick, figuring if he wanted to stop, he’d simply tell her. She’d even started kicking harder, as well as switching up her method, from simple kicks to punches and even knees. All the while, no matter what she thrust up between his legs, Izuku never gave in, always getting back into position after every hit to his now reddened and slightly-swollen genitals.

“M-Mom?” Izuku asked, swiftly breaking Inko from her thoughts. Shaking her head, she gave him a reassuring grin.

“Sorry baby, just got lost in thought.” Stretching out her hand, she gently closed it, as though she was grabbing something. The pale blue aura surrounding Izuku’s ballsack intensified slightly as the young hero-in-training tensed up, signifying that he’d felt Inko’s quirk surrounding his most previous organs.

Never before would Inko have thought she’d be using her quirk, the ability to manipulate small objects, in this fashion.With a gentle pull, she pulled Izuku’s orbs to the bottom of their sack until they pulled taut against the skin.

“Let me know if this is too much, okay baby?”

Before her son could respond, she swung her foot upwards, the top of her foot slamming into his delicate, swollen testicles with a level of strength that surprised even Inko herself.

The kick flattened his balls up against her quirk’s grip, giving the twin orbs no choice but to take the full hit. Izuku yelped in pain as the brutal hit sent yet another lightning bolt of agony and nauseating ache from his groin up through his whole body, causing him to curl up slightly as he fought the urge to cover his nuts.

In the back of his mind (the rest of his brain was too busy screaming in agony) he noticed that while his mom’s kicks weren’t as strong as Midnight’s, the usage of her quirk was more than making up the difference.

From his bent over position, he glanced up at the clock.1:25 pm. 5 more minutes.

\*Wham!\*

“Gah!” He grunted as yet another kick slammed into his utterly defenseless gonads, further scrambling his tenderized eggs. He almost stumbled back a step, only to wince as his already stretched ballsack pulled him back, caught firmly in his mother’s telekinetic grip. With a deep breath, Izuku fought through the pain as he stood back up, gaze focusing back on his mom. Or rather, his mom’s nearly-nude body.

It was probably a horrible thing for a son to do, to ogle his own mother’s body, but he really couldn’t help himself. With the agony being inflicted upon his testicles, he needed something to focus on other than the pain. And what better to focus on then his mom’s generously-sized tits, her thick, plush thighs, or her shapely rear, all three of which jiggled in just the right way each time she slammed a kick or knee or punch into his tenderized nutsack.

He wasn’t just being nice when he’d said anyone would be lucky to be with his mom. Speaking honestly, probably the only reason he wasn’t sporting an full-on erection was due to the genital trauma being dished out to his family jewels.

That being said, the dual sensations of arousal and agony left him in this bizarre, half-hard state that had a small amount of precum dripping from his cock. He was just hoping his mom wouldn’t notice in the next five minutes so he could, er, ‘relieve’ himself in his room. That way, she wouldn’t know how much of a terrible son he was.

Naturally, because the universe had never really liked him, Inko noticed.

She’d just slammed kick number who’s-even-counting-anymore into his groin when she let out a small gasp. Izuku, hunched over in pain as he was, glanced up to see her staring at his crotch in shock. For one horrible second, Izuku thought maybe his mom had broken something so he immediately looked down at his ballsack.

His balls were thoroughly battered. They were swollen and red, with faint hints of bruising, but nothing immediately seemed off.

“I-Izuku, your…erm…” He glanced up to see his mom blushing heavily, gaze averted slightly as she pointed to his groin. “Your uh, your penis…”

It was incredibly strange to hear his mom say the word “penis” but that thought was immediately banished from his head as he realized ‘Oh my god, she noticed!‘

He blushed, turning his head away in embarrassment. “I-I’m sorry. I-I didn’t mean to get, y’know… I just, I…” He stumbled over his words, gesturing vaguely in her direction. How did one tell his mother that looking at her in her underwear got him hard?

Luckily though, she seemed to understand. “It’s okay, baby.” She spoke in a gentle tone, giving him a small smile. “It’s… I’m not mad or disappointed or anything. Honestly, it’s… kind of flattering.” She pressed her hands together, looking away in embarrassment for a moment.

Izuku didn’t even have to think before speaking. “I…I wasn’t lying earlier. Any-anyone would be lucky to have you. And not just cause you’re beautiful.”

He paused, taking a breath as he stared off the pain lingering in his swollen nutsack before continuing. “You’re kind, and loving, and patient. I don’t think there’s a single bad bone in your body. You loved me when the whole world hated me, despite the trials and hardships. You could’ve given in so many times but you never did. You’re the best mom in the world, and dad was an idiot to have left you!”

Izuku was left panting slightly after he finished, having not even taken a breath while he spoke. Inko, on the other hand, stared at her son with wide eyes, seemingly shocked by his words. After a moment though, tears pricked the corners of her eyes. She hastily rubbed them away, but more kept coming. And coming. An- yep, she was full on crying now, covering her eyes even as her face still burned with a heavy blush.

Izuku immediately set about comforting her, wrapping an arm around her as he though maybe she’s misconstrued his words, but she quickly told him that no, she wasn’t sad. She was happy. Happy that she’d been blessed with such a wonderful son as he.

Izuku merely replied that he was happy too, that he’d been blessed with such a wonderful mother as she.

Eventually, after the tears died down and the last of the tissues were used, Inko pinned her son with a somewhat playful grin.“Izuku, just so you know, we still have a few minutes left.”

He blinked. “Oh. Do you still-?”

“I do.” She immediately responded, nodding. “But I have an idea.” She stood up, prompting Izuku to do so as well. Inko faced him, gaze trailing down to his battered balls. “I’m going to go hard these last few minutes, harder then I’ve been going. But afterwards, I’ll give you a reward. Or…we can keep going as we have, but you don’t get a reward.”

He quirked an eyebrow down at her, confused. “What kind of reward?”

Smiling, Inko slowly reached out and gently grasped his cock, rubbing her hand up and down the semi-erect length. “One that I think you’ll really enjoy.” She whispered, winking at him.

A fierce blush overcame his features as he realized what she was suggesting. Part of him was telling him to say no, that that isn’t something a mother and son should ever do. But the larger part of him was saying something else…

He slowly nodded. “Okay.”

She grinned. “Great.”

\*Wham!\*

Without even a split second of hesitation, Inko slammed her knee into his balls, squashing them to a fraction of their normal size.

Izuku, caught off guard as he was, couldn’t muster even a word as agony exploded up from his groin as his balls were crushed between his crotch and his mom’s knee.

After a moment, she lowered her leg, giving him half a second of reprieve before thrusting it back up between his thighs.

\*Thwham!\*

“Urg!” He grunted as his twin orbs were once again crushed up against his pelvis. He curled inward, his face accidentally coming to rest between his mother’s bra-covered tits.

Blushing fiercely (he’d been doing that a lot today), he immediately tried to back out, only for Inko to wrap an arm around his head, pressing his face further into her bust.

“It’s okay.” She whispered to him, even as she slammed another harsh knee into his groin, causing him to flinch and groan into her boobs. She gently ruffled his hair, giving his head a kiss as she lowered her leg for another hit.

\*Thump!\*

Izuku grunted in agony as another knee slammed into his defenseless ballbag. In an effort to stand standing, he wrapped both arms around her in a strange, somewhat awkward hug that still gave her plenty of room to bust his balls.

\*Whump!\*

\*Slam!\*

\*Thwack!\*

Knee after knee slammed into his ballsack, each brutal hit leaving Izuku’s balls redder and more bruised then before. To take his mind off the pain (as much as possible) he instead tried to focus on the feel of his mom’s clothed tits on his face, the warmth of her nearly naked body in his arms, the flinching and tensing of her body right before-

\*Whack!\*

“Guh!”

\-she crushed his testicles again.

His lower body was almost engulfed in the seemingly-never ending agony that radiated from his tortured groin. He wanted to give up, of course he did. Who wouldn’t? But with scant minutes remaining, the prospect of giving up was even more absurd then willingly keeping his legs spread so that his mother could crush his balls with her knee.

\*Whump!\*

Another harsh, unforgiving knee to the nuts. Izuku grit his teeth, hugging his mother tighter as he fought through the pain lancing through his body. His balls screamed in agony, swollen to nearly twice their normal size from all the abuse they’d endured over the last week.

\*Wham!\*

Yet another brutal knee crushed his battered gonads, leaving him gasping slightly, mentally begging for the time to finally be up.

Inko lowered her leg, leaving his bruised male hood to flop pathetically in their sack. Izuku immediately braced himself for the next hit, only for his mom to lean down and whisper in his ear.

“Almost there baby. Brace yourself.”

Before he could register what that meant, Inko swiftly grabbed ahold of Izuku’s arms, gently unwrapping them from around her as she pushed him back a step, making sure she kept his hands clasped firmly in her own.

Gaze set firmly on her son’s brutalized sack, Inko nodded to herself before bringing her leg back.

\*Wham!\*

\*Thwack!\*

\*Pow!\*

\*Bam!\*

\*Thud!\*

In rapid, brutal succession, Inko slammed kick after kick up between her son’s thighs, flattening his tenderized orbs time after time after time. Izuku could only make small grunts of pain as his brain practically short-circuited from the overwhelming agony it was being forced to process. It was all he could do not to fall over or straight up just pass out, inadvertently forcing himself to take every single one of the hits.

And oh, what hits they were. Inko was far from the most athletic person ever, but her kicks were quick, precise and above all, brutal, with each one slammed home between his legs twisting his gut and darkening his vision as he steadily approached unconsciousness.

Inko, after having slammed nine harsh, gut-wrenching, mind-numbing kicks into her son’s balls, paused to take a breath, small beads of sweat having already formed on her brow. This was the final kick, her last hurrah, if you would (at least until maybe next weekend), so she wanted to make it count.

She brought her leg back as far as she could (which wasn’t all that far, all things considered but still), gaze laser-focused on her son’s thoroughly-scrambled eggs. Using every ounce of strength she could muster, she slammed her foot home between his legs.

\*Thu-WHAM!\*

The kick not only flattened Izuku’s balls until they were nearly pancakes, the force of the hit was enough to lift him from the floor for a moment, his full weight centered directly on his nuts. The moment his feet touched back down, he fell to his knees, hands immediately pulling away from Inko’s so that he could clutch at his utterly destroyed male hood.

To his credit, he managed to stay on his knees for a few moments, panting, groaning and moaning, but eventually, he fell onto his side, curling into a ball as he clutched his pair, trying his best to assuage the pain afflicting them.

Inko knelt down beside him, giving him a warm, motherly smile as she gently ruffled his hair. "You did so good, baby." She whispered, tender and loving. "I'm so proud of you."

He winced, but managed to croak out a few words. "T-thanks m-mom."

Inko leaned down and kissed his forehead. "You rest there baby, I'll be back." All she got in response was a vague grunt of acknowledgement, which was about what she'd been expecting. Nodding, she stood up and went to the kitchen, grabbing two glasses and filling both to the brim with ice water before taking a long drink from one of them, letting out a small sigh as the water quenched her thirst. As she made her way back to the front room, she heard her phone 'ding!' as it received a message from it's place on the kitchen table.

Putting down one glass, she picked up her phone to see who it was.

Message from Mituski B at 1:13 pm

\-Hey Inko, did you decide to go ahead with it?

Inko chuckled as she replied.

\-Yeah. It was fun. What about you?

Mitsuki's reply came through a minute later

\-Hell yeah! No way I was going to pass that up! The kid and I had a blast! Masaru even got some good pics, check them out!

A moment later, a half-dozen pictures were sent, causing Inko to blush once more as she saw her life-long friend, entirely nude, causing pain to her son's testicles in a variety of ways, from kicks and knees, to uppercuts and speed-bagging, etc. Then a few more photos came, and then a few more, and by then, Inko realized that Mitsuki had a lot of pictures.

She swiftly shut off her phone, leaving it on the table (and ignoring the messages that were still coming) as she brought Izuku his glass of water. He gratefully accepted the glass, taking a long sip from it as he sat up against the couch, one hand still wrapped protectively around his battered jewels. Inko sat beside him, rubbing his shoulders in a comforting way as the two of them took in the silence for the better part of two minutes. Then, she spoke."When you're feeling up to it, let me know, so I can give you your reward."

He squinted at her in pain/confusion. "Huh? My...?"

Ah, he'd forgotten. To remind him, Inko reached over and firmly grasped his member, giving it a few soft strokes.

"Oh." He muttered, blush returning twice-fold. "Um... I mean, if you really want to...I could go for it...now?"

She chuckled. "Eager, are we?"

He sheepishly nodded, glancing away in embarrassment.

"Well don't worry." She reassured him, leaning her head down towards his crotch so she could give his steadily-hardening member a long, sensual lick. Izuku stared down at her in shock while she gave him (what was hopefully) a sly wink.

"So am I."