Momo meets Kyoka's parents

"So how's it feel riding the train like a peasant?" Kyoka asked Momo with a smirk. The wealthy sex genie seemed to get embarrassed whenever her wealth was rubbed in her face, making it a fun way for Kyoka to get her back for all the teasing.

"I-I've been on a train before," Momo whispered. "Though, not often..."

Kyoka stood clutching the pole, smiling down at the busty girl in her seat. While she wasn't confident enough to tease a pole dance, she did sway side to side in front of her. The train stopped and Kyoka leaned forward, giving Momo a little kiss on the forehead.

"Now you're not going to embarrass me in front of my mom and dad, are you?" she asked.

"I wouldn't dream of it, Mistress!"

Kyoka put a finger to Momo's lips. The genie shivered against it. "Starting there. You were able to cover the slip up in front of the Midoriyas, but don't go around calling me 'Mistress' in front of my parents. I know you're smart, but I also know you seem to be a little impulsive, so try and keep that in check. I'm not ready to tell them I'm in...that sort of relationship."

Momo gave a demure nod. "Yes, Mistress."

The train lurched forward and Kyoka stumbled and fell into Momo's lap. The genie smiled and wrapped her arms around her waist. Kyoka blushed, but didn't object to the breasts at her back or the gentle embrace.

A little while later they were at Kyoka's place. Any normal-sized home looked miniscule to Momo, but she knew this was more typical and so kept that thought to herself. The thoughts that were much harder to keep to herself were the ones that came when Mika Jiro answered the door. She was a perfect representation of her mistress in milf form. Not much taller, those sexy earjacks, and glasses that made her look both studious and potentially submissive. Did her mistress have a thing for her mom? Momo dearly hoped so.

"Hello. Kyoka, who is this?" she asked as she let them in.

"This is my..." Kyoka paused. Sex ****? Genie? Lover? "...my friend Momo, mom. I ran into her yesterday when I wandered around that beach. She's the one I texted you about staying the night."

Mika crossed her arms. "Yes, but you didn't wait for a reply before bringing her over."

"She sort of packed already. It's something I'll need to talk about her with."

"I see."

Ooh~! Momo fought the urge not to squirm where she stood. She's where Mistress gets her dominance from! It's like watching a silent battle between them! Winner gets me on my knees! Please win, Mistress~!

"Assert your reservations more in the future, okay Kyoka?" Mika pet her daughter's head. "If you want to be a hero, you gotta learn how to take charge. But there's no harm in it."

"Maybe you can teach her how to take charge, Mrs. Jiro," Momo suggested. Yes! Show her how to tie me down with her earjacks! Make her as much of a Mommy as you! "I am sorry for imposing. I've not had much interaction with girls my age and this is my first sleepover. I was too excited to think through it properly." She bowed with her hands in her lap, something she'd seen her maids do constantly.

Both mother and sex genie ignored Kyoka's blushing glare as Mika took Momo's hands and helped stand her straight. "It's rare for you to take such an initiative, isn't it? Well don't worry. You're still welcome to spend the night. I put together an extra helping of dinner when Kyoka didn't reply to my text. Please make yourself comfortable in the living room while I get the table set."

"Are you sure you don't need any help, Mo - Mrs. Jiro?" Momo asked. Don't call her Mommy! Mistress told you not to embarrass her!

"You're a guest! Go. Sit." She laughed and shooed them both to the couch.

"I don't know what is going on in your head, but it's being a menace right now," Kyoka whispered to her as they sat across from her father. "Hey, Dad. This is Momo."

Kyotoku looked nothing like his daughter. Mika's genes really beat his out. He had a pointed nose, square jaw, and a mane of blonde (suspected dyed) hair. He was casual, and grinned like a has-been rockstar with no cares in the world, but Momo wasn't fooled. Her initial assessment had been right and Mika was the top in the relationship. It was confirmed even more when they shook hands, neither of them squeezing that hard.

"Hey. You're the one Kyoka met at the beach, right?"

Momo nodded. "Yes, Sir. I got into a bit of trouble for that. Your daughter was so engaging to talk with that time got away from me. My family's rather well-off, you see, and when I didn't return home in time they panicked and reported me as missing. It was rather embarrassing for all involved."

"And today you were...?"

"Training, Dad," Kyoka piped up. "That's why we kinda stink now. Too bad it doesn't sound like we have a chance to get a shower in before dinner."

"We can always take a shower after," Momo suggested. At Kyoka's deepening blush she added. "Separately, of course." Unless you change your mind.

Fuck~ I don't want to take it separately, Kyoka thought to herself.

"Momo, dear. I'm sorry, but I actually do need your help," Mika piped up from the kitchen. "Can I borrow your mouth for a moment? I need to be sure this curry isn't too spicy for you."

"Sure, I'll let you use my mouth. But it's on loan." Momo winked at Kyoka before sashaying into the kitchen.

Kyotoku watched her go, looked back at his beet red daughter, and raised his hand. "That's my girl. You bagged a real baddie."

Kyoka stammered to herself and gave him a high-five. "Th-Thanks, Dad."