He tests his power out.

Arriving home, you feel the goosebumps across your body, each one feeling like pins and needles. Your heart is pounding for one reason and one reason only: you think you found your quirk. Entering your apartment you can hear your Mother vacuuming in the living room, clearly having started at the front of the house. Even fully dressed with a knee length denim skirt and wearing one of her favorite pink shirts with a frilly neck, your Mother’s body still gets you aroused. Combined with the excitement of a potential quirk and your Mother vacuuming with her ass facing straight at you, you can feel an erection growing in your pants. But you need to know more about your quirk right now, test its limits and see what it can and cannot do.

Thankfully, you got a taste of what it can do and got to see how various people reacted to it, so you think you have a few ideas of what some of the rules to your quirk are. Heading back to your room, you quickly pull out a light blue journal that you bought initially thinking you would take hero notes in and grab a pen, writing your name on it. Flipping it open to the first page you begin to write.

Izuku Midoriya’s Quirk Notes

The known rules

1. My name must be written and readable.
2. People must see my name in order to be affected.
3. Once my name is seen people believe I own whatever object my name is written on.
4. People’s memories shift so that they believe I had always owned the object, despite whether or not they are aware of who actually owned it.
5. This memory change, tweaks what it has to inside someone's mind so that it makes sense that I own whatever my name is written on, even if it would normally make no such sense.
6. The memory shifting does not affect me, otherwise I would be unaware that I even had this power to begin with. With this noted the quirk as a whole will be unlikely to affect my mind at all.
7. My name can be erased and people will believe I had never owned the object to begin with.

Having always worked better with your thoughts on paper, you can think about your quirk more clearly and can finally ask yourself questions about the quirk that you don’t know the answers to. Flipping to the back of the notebook, you start writing yourself up a Q&A.

Firstly, “Can the quirk work with things other than chalk?” You hope beyond hope that the answer is yes, there are only so many things chalk can write on. You grab a marker and make your way out of your room and enter the living room, where you find your Mother taking a break from vacuuming by watching tv. “Perfect.” you think, knowing that your mom has just a bit more vacuuming to do, you write your name on it, Izuku Midoriya. With that done and your name clearly visible were your Mom to turn her head to you, you ask, “Are you done vacuuming Mom?”

“Not yet,” your Mom began to say, but she cut herself off, “I’m so sorry Izuku, I didn’t mean to use your vacuum. Can you forgive me?” Now standing up, you can see your Mom’s breasts jiggle slightly in her shirt with the speed at which she stood.

“Your fine Mom,” you say, happy that not only does this power work with things other than chalk, but also that you weren’t actually being pranked at school, “It’s fine if you use it, I don’t mind.” She thanks you for forgiving her and returns to vacuuming shortly after. With that success, you return to your room, adding it to the list and ready to test some more.

Next, “Can I specify exactly what I own of the object I’ve written on?” This one you are certainly skeptical on, unsure if the blackboard was a fluke or what. With a marker being able to write on the most objects, you grab your marker again and step outside your room. Looking around you decide to try and kill two birds with one stone, wondering if the writing even has to be seen in person. You write, Izuku Midoriya’s Door, on your Mom’s bedroom door and pull out your phone, quickly snapping a picture of your calligraphy. Heading into the living room again, you find your Mom in the kitchen, just as she finishes up vacuuming.

“Hi Honey,” your Mom says, slightly out of breath from the chore she just finished, with a sweet smile she continues, “Thank you for letting me use your vacuum.”

“No problem,” you say, still feeling a slight bit of weirdness from your quirk, “You can use it anytime you want.”

“Oh, thank you sweety, that's so generous.” she says with an even sweeter smile than her last ‘thank you’. Deciding to skip to the bit where you find out how your quirk works, you show her the picture you took on your phone. “I’m sorry sweety!” your Mom exclaims, clearly hurt that she has stolen from her own son twice now, “I had no idea I had been using your door for my room!”

Your heart was racing, “It's fine Mom.” you say and are about to give her permission to use it like it was her own, but you stop yourself. “Just remember that you're not allowed to lock it.” you say, your cheeks becoming flush, hoping based off of what you already knew that it would work.

“Of course honey,” your Mom says, happy that you weren’t angry at her stealing from you again, “I won’t lock your door to my room.” You quickly excuse yourself, returning yet again to your room, you quickly write down the new rules you’ve discovered. Once you hear your Mom enter the restroom across the hall from you, you decide to ask a big question based off of the rules you gave your Mom for the objects you owned.

Finally, “Can I write down rules for the things that I own?” You believe wholeheartedly that this question will be answered with a resounding ‘yes’. You’re fairly certain that there is likely more to your quirk than just the few questions you’ve asked so far but, for now at least, you can’t manage to think of anymore to ask. Leaving your bedroom, you are about to enter the living room, but you would like to see what happens if you aren’t present when someone finds your handiwork. So instead you exit the apartment and begin to write just outside of the place you call home, throwing in a few rules that you think should prevent unwanted attention and to test your limits.

Izuku Midoriya’s Apartment

House Rules

1. Inko and Izuku Midoriya do not have to pay rent.

2. Inko Midoriya can live here and has no need to apologize to Izuku for having done so for so long.

3. Izuku Midoriya is allowed to write on anything and everything that is inside or brought inside of this apartment.

4. No one will enter this residence without Inko or Izuku Midoriya’s permission first.

5. These rules are not strange to anyone.

6. People who intend to speak of these rules must first show a picture of the rules to all of the people they intend to tell before doing so.

7. Inko and Izuku Midoriya bathe together nightly before bed.

7a. Inko and Izuku Midoriya always wash each other's bodies, only washing their own if the other is not home at the time.

7b. Inko Midoriya washes her son’s body with her breasts.

7c. While bathing it is perfectly normal for Izuku Midoriya to have an erection.

You chose that last rule and its classifications based on a recurring dream you had been having for months now. With all of your bases covered and a test thrown into the mix, you take a picture of the rules and text them to your Mother. Even though you knew full well that you had to eat dinner and wait a few hours before you would go to bed, your manhood didn’t seem to care, semi-erect the entire time. After a few hours of studying your normal school work, not knowing how far your quirk could take you or not yet, your penis was still at half mast the entire time, wondering if your Mother had even looked at the rules you texted her, let alone if she was actually going to follow through with them.

Hearing a knock on your door, your excitement rises and you feel your blood rushing toward your face. “Izuku,” you heard your Mom say through the door to your room, her voice casual with each word, “The bath is ready, we shouldn’t wait too long to get cleaned up for the night.”

Joy and arousal were your only emotions, at least the only ones that mattered in this instant. “I’ll be there in a minute.” you say back to her, your voice nearly cracking on the last word. Jotting down a note for your quirk, you hop up, grab some clean clothes and make your way to the bathroom. Each step to the bathroom feeling a mile long, your legs clearly unable to take you there fast enough. As you enter the changing room, you can see your Mom’s clothes in a pile on the floor, her simple underwear on top. Taking off your own clothes, your heart was pounding, your cheeks were on fire and your manhood was standing at full mast. With a few deep breaths, you enter the bathroom and find your Mom, hair loose and body completely nude.

Your Mom’s legs were as smooth and silky as ever, her round voluptuous ass planted firmly on a shower stool and her magnificent melon sized breasts. All of it, every inch of your Mother was glistening from the moisture that built up due to the steam rising from the tub. “Come one Izuku,” your mom said, slightly embarrassed from your staring, she continued, wanting to go to bed for the night, “We don’t have all night.”

Understanding what you had to do, you sat down on the stool in front of your Mother, facing your back towards her. The heat in your cheeks quickly began to spread throughout the entirety of your face, your cock at full mast and throbbing, as though it were demanding attention. Once you had gotten into position, your Mother took the shower hose and began to wet lightly you down. Hearing your Mother squirt some of the soap she had to her side onto herself, time seemed to slow as you heard hers and your own heavy breathing due to all of the steam in the air. Her nipples were the first thing you felt on your back, quickly followed by the rest of her pillow like melons, pressing into your back.

Her soft breasts were pressed tightly together as she began sudsing up and down your entire back, you started lightly moaning a few times under your breath, having never felt anything like this before. Soon your Mom was done with your back, rinsing it off with the shower hose, she then moved onto your hair. While your hair certainly blocked a decent amount of the pleasure you would have felt without it, it seemed to tickle her as she was lightly giggling behind you, which more than made up for it. Rinsing out your hair, you assumed she had finished, ready to do your part in the new bathing process the two of you had. Soon enough, your Mother was standing in front of you, her breasts completely covered in soap as though she were wearing a tube top made from the suds.

She began with your upper chest, your Mother having to crawl between your legs in order to get a good position, which caused your cock to press against her abdomen, bringing it to its peak of seven inches long and two inches thick. Your Mother was giggling similarly to when your hair was tickling her. As she went further down your muscled chest, you felt like you could break at any moment. Having exercised quite a bit at the gym, you showed light muscle definition across your body, but you were by no means going to be able to lift your mother and take her here and now. Holding back your lust your Mom began slowly sinking lower and lower along your chest until her breasts themselves were brushing against your manhood, causing it to throb instinctively, tapping your Mother's breasts a few times. Once your Mom finished with your abdomen, she moved onto your arms and legs, one by one, rubbing each of them between her breasts. By the time she was done, only one extremity was left untouched and she clearly wasn’t going to do that for you.

Sitting down, the two of you now back to back on your respective stools, she moved her hair out of the way making her glistening smooth back clear to you. Knowing what you have to do and not wanting to screw this up, you wash your Mom’s thick ample body with your hands, your fingers instinctively digging in at some points. With your Mother clearly feeling adequately cleaned, she stands up and casually enters the tub, leaving more than enough room for you to squeeze in across from her. For a moment you hesitate, but then you remember that for her this is just routine, or at least it was the new routine she had to follow. Following behind her, you step into the lightly steaming tub, sitting directly across from her. Soon enough she began some small talk, asking how your days at school were going, what kinds of things you learned and so on. Confused for just a moment this time, this is normal as far as your Mom is concerned, so she engages in normal behaviors.

You exchange small talk for a while, eventually the two of you feel a bit too pruney for comfort and exit the tub, parting ways for bed. Once you are in your room any ounce of clothing wrapped around you is tossed to the floor as you quickly land face up on your bed. In just thirty minutes your Mom had aroused you to the point where, with nothing but the memories etched within your mind, you were **** to masturbate. Each pump of your hand, you imagined as your Mother’s, trying to milk you for everything you had. This fantasy of your culminated in your Mother’s mouth wrapped around your penis, swallowing every drop you could give her. Cumming into some tissue paper, you clean up your penis slightly and decide to just fall asleep naked.

With your Mom sitting on your cock in the bathtub, you can feel every splash, every wave, every raise and lowering of her hips on your shaft. Your fingers dug into her breasts, your lips tickling her neck with kiss after kiss, you can feel yourself about to- “Hope has arrived! Because I am here!” One All Might phrase after the next breaks through your dream, eventually shattering it like glass, as your alarm clock blairs into your room. Laying there in bed, morning wood making its presence known, you just sit there and stare at the ceiling of your room.

“Damn dream,” you think to yourself, wishing it could have gone on or never existed in the first place, “Damn alarm clock.” You continued your thoughts, blaming just about everything that could have given or taken that dream from you. “I wish I could make that happen-” before you could even finish that thought, you sprung up, your spine a ninety degree angle from your legs and your eyes wide as can be. “I can make that happen.” you whispered to yourself, temptation oozing from your voice, as your thoughts ran wild with the possibilities.

[Please, if you have any feedback, I would love to hear it. Even if it is telling me where I have gone wrong, or if I use a word to much, constructive criticism is always welcome. I have not written very much, certainly nothing this detailed before, but I am trying to learn so again, if you have anything, please let me know!]

[I titled this chapter "Questions"]