Chapter 1: The Shared Bed
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The first time was innocent; or so Hinata would say if she were ever to be questioned on it. She and Boruto had fallen asleep sharing a bed; a common occurrence when the head of household was holed up at his other house and the wife was lonely. Boruto acted the part of altruistic substitute for companionship, but Hinata saw that their son missed the father too. Loneliness and neglect were hard to combat on one's own, after all. They spoke while staring at the ceiling, dressing in their nightwear. His mom's bust shifted freely in her flowy gown; she kept them so well-supported during the day, though. But his interest in them was contained, at least, to boyhood curiosity.
Naruto was the matter of topic, and Boruto described him in inappropriate ways and Hinata soothingly defended his honor. "Your father dreamed about becoming Hokage," she said. "He must take it very seriously."
Boruto huffed, turned away, and said more to the pillow than to her, "He also dreamed about having a family."
They had fallen asleep some time after that. Not unordinary; in ways, Boruto seemed more dependent on his parents than his sister. Hinata slept soundly, turning infrequently from one side to another while the boy sprawled and kicked and turned and snored.
It was during one such turn that he plunged heedlessly into Hinata's chest and woke to the soft buffeting encasing his head. Part maternity, part blessing, all woman, plush around him like a gentle set of pillows. And lazy to waking, Boruto thought it was a pair of pillows cradling him, so he pressed a hand on one and gave it a squeeze. A soft, warm breath of a moan alerted him that he was stifled amongst his mom's pillows! He'd have jumped away had her arm – light on its own, but sturdy in the dead of sleep – not draped across him. So he was forced there, enflamed cheeks pampered by the milky pair that once fed him. It almost felt familiar… The closeness certainly reminded him of infanthood, and the scent of her…
Boruto closed his eyes and settled, trying not to lie to hard against the boob underneath his face. If I go back to sleep… Back to sleep, this would be harmless, and really, it was a harmless incident… until his eyes broke open again, unable to stave off the intrigue of an undisciplined boy.
The collar of his mom's gown was significantly lower than her normal, modest attire. Lace of pale lavender stretched gently across her bosoms, and Boruto's plummeting presence tested their ability to handle the weight of them. The gown slid down dangerously. She had once nearly passed out from embarrassment when Kiba's claw had nipped through her mesh top during training, baring just the slightest glimpse of the top of her breast. Now, the prize of the tit itself was close to exposure and she didn't even shiver.
Well, when the nipple popped free – courtesy of Boruto's hooked finger – she murmured. The summer night was not brisk at all, so the brown circle remained a smooth disc with a gentle nub seated in the center. Even so, Boruto awed at it. So different than his own. And my sister's! His sister's were pink and small, and hardly begged attention like the globe sloping to gravity.
He poked, and nothing happened. He poked harder, seeing his finger sink into her plump mound. He poked the nipple dead-on, as if to shove the nipple inside out, and then Hinata shifted. "Ah…" Bountiful breasts, and sensitive too… She did not give them the attention she should have when she was younger, though Naruto had made up for that, fucking her every chance he got until he became Hokage. Now they were tender and aching for attention.
Boruto didn't know how to communicate that attention properly, but he was very roused by them. If he had hoped for sleep before, he knew it would not happen now. His blood was running hot like when he was playing vigorously with friends… but different. He felt like he was perspiring harder than when he ran, like his body was forcing out sweat. And, strangely, it felt good to apply his privates against his mom's soft belly and thighs. It'd grown so uncomfortable and rigid down there! Normally, that only happened when he watched girls playing in their swimsuits in the streams…
He pondered how plump the nipple had become since first viewing it. He pinched roughly – not intentionally, but it caused Hinata to quiver and recoil – and gave a light tug. "Doesn't milk come out of them?" he whispered to himself, vaguely remembering how Mom would cradle baby sister to her exposed breast to feed her.
He was too old for baby's milk!... Still, though… He could not quench his thirst for knowledge of the plentiful breast. His mouth nuzzled first at the risen bud, searching for any trace. Unsatisfied, he slurped it into his warm mouth, tongue glazing it with saliva.
Hinata moaned aloud, the treatment stirring to her loins. An empty feeling stirred in her and split her legs open. Damp and hot, but nothing to envelope… The disappointment tugged her impulse to roll her pelvis in need. Her head twisted to the right, her pursed lips opening for bated breath.
Her writhing and turning onto her back had stolen her nipple from Boruto's curious lips. Milk had not yet come out from the nipple, but all the same, Boruto seemed fixated. Different yet same from Chocho… Hinata's gown, while somewhat conservative, flowed loosely; with a little bit of wedging, he popped her left breast out of the arm hole, closing the cloth in her cleavage while he hurriedly tested his intrigue with this nipple. His tongue flicked on it, padding it with saliva before slurping on it. He was up on an elbow now for leverage, leaning partly on her to suckle on her chubby chest.
She was once a kunoichi of skill; not renowned like Dad, but she had been a part of the prideful Rookie 9. Since those days ended and peace and motherhood monopolized her time, she had lost the tone of everyday life-saving exercise. While not heavy, her body had become softer, and his rigid penis indented the side of her stomach. And it felt particularly pleasant. He couldn't say why, but when he jabbed his hips to her body, bending his little prick until it was trapped between their bodies, it was satisfying. His lips peeled up at one side of their suction to let out a hot breath. "Mom," he wheezed, and jabbed his hips again.
Unconscious to him, Hinata shifted again, her chest heaving more than before while sweat matted her hair and gave the crimson of her skin a fine glow in the low lamplight. Her separated legs opened further to vent the heat, but nothing would sate unless it penetrated her.
Boruto didn't know what had come over him when his hand shoved down the hem of his bottoms. His groin just felt so stifled, and it was good to let it out, stretching far as it could with no restriction. Not that he had a staggering length of meat; he was still quite small, but reaching the age of further development. The slight three inches first poked against Hinata's meaty side before veering up and mashing between their two bodies.
Boruto immediately wheezed like the air was sucked from his lungs. Wow! That felt so good! His mom's gown was soft, but her heat radiated through and warmed his thumping cock. What was this?! Boruto fed his mouth more of her tit when his body was taken by spasming thrusts, vaulting his hips into her side as if attempting to rouse her. Hinata turned sharply so that he thought he had wakened her, but she murmured at her dream and stayed soundly within in. Her left arm lifted above her head, inadvertently sparing her breast of decency.
The apex of her thighs had become hot and sticky, resonating with the ministrations of the hands on her. She was waking up steadily; it would not be the first time Naruto-kun had come home to help himself to her vulnerable body. She didn't mind, even expressing encouragement that he partake of her femininity. Unconsciously, she was making space for him between her legs. But something was off. As her eyes opened, the reality that Naruto was not taking his place between her thighs, and that her right breast had found its way into her sleeping son's mouth. Must be sleeping, she deluded herself immediately since his eyes were closed and he was nursing babylike. She shouldn't startle him, should let him rest and pluck her breast out of his mouth before he was any the wiser. But then his hand came up, squishing her breast while his eyes visibly opened.
"Boruto!"
Thank heavens he didn't chomp down in his fright! The nipple came out with an indignant pop! and whip of heavy spit. The air was tingly now that her receptive breast was smeared with saliva; harder than before it had gone in his mouth. "Mom!" he exclaimed back, equally shocked by what had happened, as if lapsing back to his senses. He drooled a little before wiping the back his hand across his damp lips. His cheeks glowed pink with shame. Not like hew as trying something wickedly; he was curious, but it was a pitiful thing to say to his conservative mother.
Hinata shared his complexion, but she stayed from wiping off her spit-slick tit and hiding it back behind her untrustworthy gown. The nipple plumped out in exposure, glistening in the low light of the room. Finally, she thought to conceal with her hand, though it hardly removed it from sight and memory. And it somehow seemed trivial when she noticed the placement of her son's hands and the prominent jab to her tummy. She could not even bring herself to look down, rightly guessing what could stick against her so firmly.
Boruto switched his hips into the mattress, burying the thing underneath him, hoping to smother its intensity but only managing to exacerbate the condition. He wished for it to lose potency, but it had edged beyond the elastic band of his pajamas and continued to pump strongly. "I'm… I'm sorry, Mom," he grit into the pillow, struggling like he was about to cry.
"It's… it's…" Hinata's eyes veered off to the side, still only cupping her breast to hide it. She wanted to reassure him, but how could it be alright? Sons' love should be given in hugs and cheek kisses… not expressed in risen arousal. But she could not abandon Boruto, she decided when she thought of scurrying from the room to allow him time to collect himself. She wasn't the type to abandon someone in need, least of all her own son.
"It's alright, Boruto," she finally got out, not sounding convinced herself. "It's… normal."
Boruto turned one eye from the suffocation of his pillow to peek out at her. Her natural soothing tone assured him, but he was not about to pluck himself out of the embarrassment so readily when his small cock still held firm beneath him. "Mom, I didn't mean to," he admitted brokenly. His lower half shifted while he gave an agitated sound. He wanted to inch off the bed and escape the room himself, but to do so, he wouldn't be able to hide the blatant waving of his erection.
His discomfort was apparent and unbearable for the soft-spoken mother. She mulled over her options. Nothing should have made her make the decision, yet she adjusted herself onto one elbow, letting her breasts descend to their natural position; she slipped her right breast back into her gown. "There's… nothing wrong." She couldn't feign the smile she normally did when consoling her children. She paused again, looking elsewhere as if the answer was somewhere in the room. She chewed her bottom lip worriedly as Boruto went back to face-planting in the pillow. The easiest way to console him, the effective way… she had only done for Naruto, and sparingly. But to aid her son? Was it right?
Sakura-san had confessed to 'aiding' Naruto on tense missions without compromising her chastity. Ino-san had done the same for both of her teammates – "At the same time," she boasted proudly with a thumbs-up – and Hanabi… Hinata preferred not to hear about how her younger sister cheerfully sated the residents of the Hyuga manor. Hinata was the only one not to philander with her teammates; only with Naruto-kun… who could not have been said to do the same.
Hinata swallowed hard, and then observed her son again. If he dug his face any deeper in the pillow, he really would be cut off from air. He was all tense and stress. He needed to be undone…
"Boruto," she softly said and moved closer to him. He didn't respond. She hitched a hand over his waist, and though her resisted, she ultimately turned him onto one side, exposing the jut in his trousers. She was embarrassed to look at it, yet was it not Boruto more ashamed by it? She reminded herself that she was a mother now, and the figurehead at home that two children depended on for support and comfort.
Her arm carefully snaked around her son's head, pulling him into a hug that cushioned his face with her breast. His blue eyes came wide as saucers, the pink hue flaring across the bridge of his nose. He discerned the single bump against his cheek to be her other plumped nipple, and his mouth went dry and sticky. Twice, he smacked his lips after a failed attempt to speak, but all he got out was a weak and wary "Mom?"
She hushed him as she once had when he was a fussy baby. He felt the nostalgic tingle of comfort along his spine before the upending jolt of sudden intrusion. "Ah!" was all that came out his mouth this time, spacing his head from her chest when his stiff cock was encircled by Hinata's other hand. She had sunk beneath his waistband and stole the discomfort in a quaking fist.
Hinata seemed as aggrieved as him, stammering for him not to be loud. "I can help," she promised with a falter and hitch in her tone. Her hand was not strong, but it stayed firmly latched onto his grown erection – small as it was. Boruto refused her while making a halfhearted turn away; Hinata still held on so that he must stay. "It won't take… too long." She sounded less sure of this promise, and reflected in her eyes was a hidden memory. How long had Naruto stayed rigid when she had last used her hands to satisfy him? Years ago… he had snuck into her room when they had just started seeing each other, before even knowing each other intimately. He said he wanted to snuggle, she was uncertain if they should risk it when her father was still up and about; not to mention inquisitive Hanabi and her often-activated Byakugan. She had felt the lump he had applied to her backside. She couldn't help remembering when he confessed a brief, almost-professional fling with Sakura-san. She then felt compelled to prove her worth to Naruto, sliding him out of his pants and stroking him under his practiced guidance. When he was close, he brought out as much of her leg as he could from her sleeping white kimono and spent a shocking load of semen across her pale thigh. At least he hadn't aimed higher to her sex… She puffed and inhaled the scent of cum for the first time while Naruto fell flat on his back, smiling and panting and looking like he would fall asleep. Maybe he would have if she hadn't insisted that they not be caught together at such an hour.
Now she held her son's cock; smaller than Naruto's had been, but Boruto was younger than Naruto had been, yet still maintained a rigid vitality. Surely he knew about sex and masturbation and all those embarrassing things that Hinata would likely pass out for if she were to speak them aloud. Shino-kun had informed the Hokage about the lessons and his intended thoroughness; Anko had luckily taken over for the girls.
But now it was Hinata's lesson; Boruto her student. "Do you… know about this?" she asked nervously while pumping her fist over him.
He cringed, staying silent. It wasn't until a wetness spilled over from the tip that he nodded vigorously. "I know," and that was all he would say about it as his teeth held together in a scowl.
Had he done it before by himself? she wanted to follow with, but she held her tongue. Had he done it with someone else? Again, she thought of her husband and Sakura-san and their strict relationship. Boruto got along with Sarada-chan as well as Naruto had gotten along with Sasuke-kun in their academy years. Had Sarada-chan coerced innocent Boruto?
Boruto calling out had shaken Hinata from her trance to realize that she was tugging urgently on his cock. "M-Mom!" His hand struck out and held her tit; small fingers enveloped by her fleshy hills. He pushed his hips forward and wiped the messy pre-cum against her navel. He jabbed again at the dimple; instinctively, he was searching for an appropriate place to put his penis and plant his seed.
Between her thighs had grown sticky with nectar as her quim flowered. When had Naruto last stayed home? Hinata bit on her bottom lip before her jaw opened to let out a small, husky moan of her own. "Boruto," she wheezed softly before curling her needy hips at him, her top leg pulling open to permit him space.
"Gah!"
Hinata unraveled her arm from around her son's head, quickly fixing herself on an elbow to cup a hand in front of the pulsating penis. The foreskin had retracted to let the small head jut out, and then the jets of cum began to fire. Hinata blocked their way with the heel of her palm, letting the gooey mass slide down into her bowled fingers. Boruto, in the meantime, buried his head between her tits, muffling the sounds of his pleasure as he spent his first load into his mom's hand.
Though she had been out of practice with handjobs, she still knew how to work the shaft when Naruto tugged out of her to finish elsewhere; oftentimes he would urge her to grab him and tug the release from him, which often wound up as a mess over her breasts. Naruto liked staining those dark circles with his white. Boruto had no preference but what his mom's hand provided.
"Oh!" He had given her more than her dainty hand could handle. His ejaculate overflowed across her fingers and began to saturate his dad's side of the bed. A good thing he was staying at the office tonight, she supposed.
As his father had after his first handjob by Hinata, Boruto fell limp and tired; not smiling but bated of breath. He kept in the clutches of her deep cleavage, hiding his expressions and avoiding her eyes. Perhaps best… Hinata did not know how to proceed from here short of asking him to fetch a wad of tissue.
His face nuzzled her soft mounds for a moment before he finally peeked out at her. She smiled, wanting to brush his soft hair but the abundant stains over her hands were better set south. Her smile lessened. She looked off to the foot of the bed. "Maybe you should clean up in the bathroom," she said softly while considering the plentifulness in her hand. "And… go to bed."
She felt Boruto's heart in that moment; dejected and cast off from his mom now. Though she couldn't sway her mind; she needed him gone from her side, at least for the night, so that she may consider what she had just done.
He slunk out of the bed, taking no enjoyment as he raised his pajamas back over his waned cock. He didn't even look back at her to say goodnight or I love you; perhaps he knew her well enough that such words would confound and trouble her at the moment.
Of course she loved him, but the batter spilling over in her hands, soaking her husband's spot in their bed made her waver. If so much was left over, Naruto would tell her to taste it…
The scent of Uzumaki seed wafted so close to her nose, igniting the passionate nights of her youth with Naruto. He was relentless in those days, as if intending to impregnate her before their vows were given. She could sup on his legacy now, and her heated loins concurred.
But she did not. Before she could dab a curious tongue in the puddle, she hurried off the bed, made it to the restroom, blotted up the cum in several rolls of toilet paper, and flushed it from her house.
When she was washing her hands of the musk, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. A face flushed with excitement, and her right breast emerged from her gown again… Probably when Boruto shuffled out from between them and she did not notice. But she did notice that he had left a bitemark to commemorate her devotion to him.
She bowed over the running faucet and whimpered. Her thighs tucked together tightly, the damp hair prickling her sensitive, heated flesh.
What was she to do without her Naruto there?
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