MHA Bleached prompts

Inko and Izumi

"Mom, I am home and have brought some friends!" Izumi called out as she entered the apartment with a group of buff and handsome white men behind her. She didn't remember when the last time she had seen her mom in person was, let alone spent time with her. Her mother knew that she was busy with her hero studies and internship, but Izumi felt guilty nonetheless for not making time for her.

That's where these men came into play. The hero in training had met them at UA one day when they were visiting as exchange students from America... It quickly developed into a steamy orgy between them and the girls from the hero course. From then on, Izumi kept in touch with the men, inviting them over whenever she had some spare time off.

"Oh, Izumi!" Inko exclaimed as she walked out of the kitchen. The older woman wore a tight apron, showcasing her plump ass and D-cup breasts. "I didn't expect you to bring friends along..." She trailed off as her eyes scanned over the men surrounding her daughter.

The younger Midoriya could see the arousal sparkle in her mother's gaze as she eyed the studly white men surrounding Izumi. Just like her daughter, Inko has been bleached since she and her husband divorced years ago. The divorce had been messy, with the couple arguing constantly about Izumi being diagnosed as quirkless. Eventually, Inko had enough of it, divorcing Hisashi and kicking him to live overseas somewhere.

It was lonely living alone without anyone besides Izumi for most days, with Inko having to rely heavily on porn and sex toys to get herself off. But all that changed once Mitsuki, her best friend, introduced her to the wonders of white cock... Since then, Inko has been able to sate her hunger by going down to various bars where she would fuck random studs. And now, seeing such prime specimens standing before her after so long... It sent shivers up her spine and an unbearable heat into her loins.

"They are staying over for this weekend, mom~. They are exchange students at UA, learning how Japanese heroes operate compared to American ones! And um... Well, I thought that it would be a good idea if we offered our hospitality! You know, show them how Japan greets foreign visitors, right? So yeah... These are Marcus, Christian, Joshua, Jason, and Eric. Aren't they amazing, mom~???" Izumi said it innocently while presenting the hulking white hunks beside her.

Each boy rivaled All Might in their build; rippling muscles covered each one of them like bulging steel armor underneath their clothing. Each face looked chiseled in perfection by the gods; Izumi was easily swooning when she first met them. Their dashing smiles further cement their appeal.

Inko hummed to herself as she analyzed them, biting her lips softly as she eyed the outlines of cocks imprinting through their pants. God those were big... How did her innocent little girl manage to befriend such massively hung American men? Was she missing something here...? Regardless, Inko wasn't about to squander such an opportunity, was she?!?

With a flirtatious smile forming across her cheeks, Inko batted her eyelashes before turning around. "Yes, yes, they certainly do look strong, boys~. Why don't you come inside and have a seat? Dinner should be ready soon, and then later I can show you some hospitality." She chirped in amusement while swaying her wide hips towards the dining room table.

The hungry stares coming from each white student followed Inko and her fat butt as she pranced away. "Now I know how you got your looks, Izumi~ Your momma sure is stacked, baby girl! Fucking hell~ We already scored gold and haven't even started yet!!" One of them murmured appreciatively towards the hero in training.

Flushing slightly at hearing the compliment towards her voluptuous mother, Izumi grinned back towards them, "Yup~ Mom may act meek, but she is really feisty behind closed doors~" She giggled before ushering them forward. "Come guys, my mommy cooks a delicious katsudon meal~ You'll love it, trust me!" Izumi squeaked happily while rushing past her mom towards the dinner table.