Midnight in the Uzumaki House
The house was dark and silent except for the soft creak of old beams settling in the summer heat.
Himawari had been asleep for hours, curled up with her stuffed Kurama.
Naruto, as usual, had sent a shadow clone home with a tired smile and a kiss on the forehead before vanishing back to the Hokage Tower.
The real him wouldn't be back until dawn, if at all.
Hinata lay alone in the huge bed, moonlight slicing silver bars across the sheets.
She wore only a thin, almost translucent white camisole that had ridden up to her ribs and a pair of pale lavender panties pushed halfway down her thighs.
Her long indigo hair spilled over the pillow like ink.
Between her spread legs, a sleek violet vibrator hummed on its lowest setting, circling her swollen clit in slow, torturous loops.
She had started twenty minutes ago, trying to be quiet, trying to be quick, but the ache inside her refused to be rushed.
Every time she pictured Naruto's strong hands, his mouth, the way he used to pin her wrists above her head and fuck her until she forgot her own name, she grew sharper.
Her hips rolled helplessly.
Soft, breathy moans escaped despite her clenched teeth.
"Ha… Naruto-kun…"
The toy slipped lower, pressing just inside her entrance, then back up to her clit.
Her free hand cupped one heavy breast, thumb flicking the stiff nipple through damp silk.
She was close, so close, thighs trembling, toes curling into the sheets.
Across the hallway, Boruto (twelve years old, restless, and far too curious) sat up in bed.
He'd heard something, a faint rhythmic sound, a woman's voice pitched in a way he'd never heard from his gentle mother.
Heart thudding with the thrill of doing something forbidden, he slipped out of his room and padded barefoot toward the master bedroom.
The door was ajar, just a finger's width.
Golden lamplight spilled through the crack.
Boruto pressed his eye to it.
And forgot how to breathe.
His mother was on her back, legs fallen open, camisole rucked up beneath her breasts, nipples dark and visibly hard.
Her panties were tangled around one ankle now.
The buzzing toy gleamed with her wetness as she worked it in slow circles, hips lifting off the mattress to chase more pressure.
Every time she exhaled, her stomach dipped and her breasts swayed.
A thin sheen of sweat made her skin glow in the lamplight.
Boruto's pajama shorts suddenly felt impossibly tight.
He looked down in shock: his young cock was straining against the fabric, harder than it had ever been from the secret magazines under his bed.
Heat flooded his face and groin at the same time.
He must have made a small sound, because Hinata's eyes snapped open.
For one frozen heartbeat, lavender met wide, guilty blue.
Then Hinata's lips parted in a soft gasp.
The toy slipped from her fingers and buzzed uselessly against the sheet.
She should have screamed, should have covered herself, should have sent him running.
Instead, something ancient and starving flickered behind her eyes.
"Boruto…"
Her voice was husky, trembling, but not with anger.
He couldn't move.
Couldn't look away from the flushed, glistening place between her thighs, from the way her chest rose and fell in quick, shallow breaths.
Hinata sat up slowly, camisole falling to cover her breasts but doing nothing to hide how stiff her nipples still were.
She didn't pull the sheet over herself.
She didn't close her legs.
"Come here, sweetheart," she whispered.
Boruto's feet carried him forward like he was sleepwalking.
The door clicked shut behind him.
He stopped at the edge of the bed, hands clenched at his sides, erection tenting his shorts so obviously there was no hiding it.
Hinata's gaze dropped to the bulge, then back to his flushed face.
A slow, almost dazed smile curved her lips.
"You're growing up so fast," she murmured.
She reached out, fingertips brushing his wrist, then trailing up his arm.
Every touch left sparks.
Boruto's voice cracked. "Mom… I—I didn't mean to—"
"Shh."
She guided his hand to her bare thigh.
The skin was fever-hot, impossibly soft.
He shuddered.
Hinata leaned forward until her lips brushed his ear.
"Do you want to help Mommy feel good, Boruto? Daddy's never here anymore… and I'm so lonely."
The words went straight to his cock.
He nodded before his brain caught up.
Hinata lay back again, guiding his trembling hand between her legs.
His fingers met slick, swollen folds and he gasped at how wet she was, how hot.
She wrapped his small hand around the buzzing toy and pressed it gently against her clit.
"Like this… slow circles… yes, just like that…"
Boruto watched, mesmerized, as his mother's hips began to rock again.
Her head fell back, throat exposed, a low moans spilling free now that she wasn't trying to be quiet.
When she came the first time, her thighs clamped around his wrist and a rush of warmth coated his fingers.
She cried out softly, back arching, breasts straining against the thin camisole.
She didn't let him stop.
She tugged his shorts down with her free hand, freeing his young, painfully hard cock.
It bobbed in the air, flushed dark, a bead of pre-cum already pearling at the tip.
Hinata's eyes went dark with hunger.
"So beautiful," she breathed, wrapping her fingers around him.
Boruto jerked, hips forward with a strangled whimper.
She stroked once, twice, slow and firm, thumb swirling over the head, gathering the slickness.
Then she guided him between her thighs.
He was small compared to Naruto, but to Hinata, in that moment, he was perfect.
She rubbed the head through her soaked folds, coating him, teasing them both until he was shaking.
"Look at me," she whispered.
Their eyes locked as she pulled him forward.
The first inch slipped inside and they both moaned, loud, raw, helpless.
Hinata's walls fluttered around him, still sensitive from her orgasm.
Boruto's hands scrabbled for purchase on her hips.
"Move, baby," she urged, voice trembling with need. "Mommy needs you."
He thrust instinctively, shallow and frantic.
Hinata met every stroke, rolling her hips, guiding him deeper until he was fully seated inside her.
The sensation was almost too much.
She cupped his face and kissed him, slow and filthy, tongue sliding against his, teaching him the rhythm with her mouth while her body taught him another.
Minutes blurred into a haze of slick heat and breathless cries.
Hinata came again, then again, each climax stronger, soaking the sheets and Boruto's thighs.
On the fourth, she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him impossibly deep, inner muscles milking him until he cried out and spilled inside her with shocking force for someone so young, pulse after hot pulse.
They stayed locked together, panting.
Hinata stroked his sweat-damp hair, pressing soft kisses to his temple.
"Stay," she whispered when he started to pull away.
"Just a little longer."
She rolled them so he lay on top of her, still inside, and reached for the forgotten toy.
With a wicked smile she pressed the buzzing head against where they were joined, right against her clit and the base of his cock.
Boruto's eyes flew wide; he was hard again instantly.
Hinata laughed breathlessly and began to move, slow, languid circles of her hips, letting the vibrations pleasure them both.
Round two was slower, deeper, almost tender.
She came twice more, each time whispering praise and love into his ear until he was shaking and begging.
When he finally came again, it felt like his soul left his body.
Afterward, she cleaned them both with gentle hands and warm cloth, tucked him against her breasts, and pulled the summer quilt over them.
Boruto fell asleep with his head on her heartbeat and his mother's fingers stroking through his hair.
Just before dawn, Hinata carried him back to his room, kissed his forehead, and whispered, "This is our secret, okay? Mommy loves you so much."
Boruto, half-asleep and utterly spent, could only nod.
When Naruto's shadow clone finally flickered into existence at sunrise to kiss his wife good-morning, Hinata smiled serenely, thighs still sticky, body deliciously sore, and pulled the clone down for a kiss that tasted faintly of their son.
The real Naruto would never know what he'd missed.
But Hinata did.
And for the first time in years, she fell back asleep happy.
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