Chapter 3: Pampering
Making a quick disclaimer: I don't read BORUTO, so all the things I write about him and the new cast are totally based on the small bits in NARUTO. May read it in the future, but…
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We should talk? Boruto would think anything better than that. He would have wanted his mom to go outside his room, close the door, and forget ever interrupting him. Hmph… He would have to ask Inojin for a favor to ensure it was forgotten.
He wasn't so lucky to have a mom who would turn and leave. No, she had cemented her stay the moment the latch hitched behind her. She approached. Why did she have to approach?! If they must talk – and he contended that there was no need! – couldn't she stay as far away from him as possible when his erect dick was stifled under his pillow? Even now, it stayed hard while he wished that it would shrivel. He'd done enough with it and his mom; he did not want it to be a constant memory, though this was only the day after.
For a long while – a shorter moment than it felt – there was silence, and Hinata seemed very unlike a mother; more like a nervous schoolgirl idling her fingertips together and looking off to the side of the floor. She started with an awkward "Uh…" She didn't walk in with any planned speech, but she'd go in stride, finally setting her eyes on her boy. Again, he wished she wouldn't. He'd been bold and perfectly stupid in his reckless arousal; he'd kicked off his pants after getting home in his room, the appeal of Chocho's smooth flesh as he tried to grind into her.
"Whoa," she had said, pulling back when she felt his hard dick slipping sloppily against her plump thigh. His pre-cum strung between them, he was so virile. She both grimaced and grinned at the sheen of goo he spread over her skin like a thin jelly on a biscuit. Inojin and Shikadai both could plaster her – and have in the past – so this was a small trickle to her… but if he let loose… Chocho imagined he might put out almost… maybe less… a lot less… Well, her fantasies about Boruto's dad were extreme, vivid, and utterly messy. No way that boyish sac of Boruto's contained a fraction of the unrealistic volume she imagined the Hokage's shaft would pour over her face while peers and her mom watch and either applauded or boiled with jealousy.
She might have denied him, but Boruto was heated by the acknowledgement she gave to his cock. It felt good just to have her look at it, and she even flicked it; a light, playful thing that stung the tip with pleasure. "Just get your sister to do it" was her parting advice, and Boruto was erection-dumb by that time. He had hurried home, made sure he was alone, and made it to his room with all manner of encouragement and a mind filled with filthy fantasies.
Hinata had started talking, but for her fumbling and rambling, softspoken, she couldn't compete with the humbling THUMP!THUMP! of his pulse in his ears, pummeling his brain. All was mute, but he could guess the admonishments; his mom wasn't the best at laying down discipline. She was better at suggesting alternatives, reprimanding when needed, but always closing with something meek along the lines of "It might be better to do it this way" or "We would appreciate it if you didn't do that", always riddled with stammers or pauses.
He was already planning how to respond for when her speech ended. Obviously, an apology with sincere shame. He'd improvise, admit he was ashamed of himself since… since last night. It wasn't like when he was scolded by his dad for being rebellious; he revered his mother more.
"And so…" Hinata paused and visibly mustered her courage before her hands went to the hem of her usual, milf sweater. Boruto's attention was caught, but his reaction time – supposed to be honed by ninja training – lapsed and his only response was a dropped jaw with the top – sweater and shirt underneath and even the stressed bra – and her bare breasts fell out; one large round globe of breast, and then the other caught up when the lopsided lift accommodated the further one. They didn't bounce much, held down by their own weight. Naturally big breasts, inflated by two instances of childbearing, faced him with cute nipples pert and pebbled.
She folded the bundling of clothing instinctively, needing something ordered amongst this display of impulse – more expected of her husband than herself – and waited for a moment, her own nerve suffering by the commitment. Boruto was lost in silence and stillness. She wondered if he was alright or if he had some sort of mental break. Naruto-kun acted… similarly when she first exposed them to him; he gawked for a long time before making a move.
"If this will help," Hinata continued on from where she left off, blushing all the while and struggling to look at her son, "I'm… I'm willing to make the arrangement."
Boruto had been deaf to her until now. If he had listened, his mom had gone on a quick – albeit full of stutters and pauses – speech about what was appropriate between family relations. "What happened… last night…" She had busied her fingertips against one another. "We shouldn't have… but…" Her cheeks blushed bright, her being unable to finish the thought. She gestated briefly. "I-I understand that, maybe… You're growing up, Boruto. Your father… he's really busy most of the time, so he can't talk to you…" Her head dropped a little. "I think, I think I can help. Um, your sister is… She…" She gulped, thinking of her sweet daughter who was left back in the Hokage office to spend time with Naruto; she waned to be helpful to him since she barely got to spend time with him. Hinata just wanted to keep her out of this with Boruto, who had his father's impetuous impulses at times (I would think…). "If it helps, I think we can… Last night wasn't… so bad…" She ducked her head, like sense had struck her noggin as punishment. It wasn't her normal process to be impulsive, but it worked out so well for Naruto-kun that…
"And so…"
She pulled her top clothes off, underwear and all; she felt the stress of her unbound breasts pulling at her. And at once, Boruto snapped out of his wayward gaze to appreciate her. She was stacked! Not a secret since her teenage years – maybe some even saw before that – but seeing them burst out, unencumbered by the stuffiness of her bloated tops. She was such a shy, reserved woman, hiding them beneath so many thick layers; sweaters even on hot summer days.
They rested upon his knees. She moved deftly in spite of her conservation and knelt ahead of her son. He felt them; felt their yield and spread over the surface of his thighs. Warm… And it tingled up to his groin. His balls drew up against his pelvis.
Naruto-kun… really likes when I do this for him. So his mom carefully ushered her big tits forward to embrace his modest cock. Naruto was significantly larger; little Boruto was absolutely smothered by her pillows. Merely rubbing up against them last night was enough for him to meet completion, so a little bit more should speed the process.
"But, Mom!" stammered the blindsided Boruto, clasping his fingers onto his bed's edge. He stared down at them, smooshed up over his crotch. He throbbed, and the deeper shade of crimson staining her cheeks, the little squeak from her lips, told him that he spilled over with that clear liquid that was neither urine nor that thicker, white goo. The transparent slime lubricated the malleable flesh; a warm and moist niche to holster him. Involuntarily, his hips pushed up against the inviting heat.
Boruto's face twisted in a cowering grimace. Like his mom – though not as profusely – his face glowed. Whatever argument he was meaning to contend with had begun to evaporate. Whatever syllable he formed at first only turned to unintelligible gurgles and moans.
Pressing her breasts together with her hands, Hinata intended to start, employing the methods she did with her husband, but then hesitated. Her husband… His dad. "Boruto," she said meekly, her eyes flitting weakly up to him. After a second of mulling, she softly told him, "… Just don't… tell… your father."
His chest was starting to heave; he was hyperventilating. He gave his answer: "I won't."
It was good for her to hear him say that. It wasn't merely a promise of secrecy; it was consent. There had been fear in her that he'd reject her, which would have disheartened her wavering endeavor. She almost smiled at him, but the task at hand required focus. Her breasts were heavy and hoisted with effort. Boruto's smaller size was of help; she didn't need drastic strokes to relieve him. Just small, fluttering flaps undulating around him. He sat in a sort of slant, stiff and tense, mouth open but jaw tense as he watched his mom work his genitals. He'd already been well-started before she interrupted, and even that interruption had almost pushed him over the edge.
Hinata held her throat tight, trying not make so much as a murmur while satisfying her son. He wasn't chatty like her husband who liked to provoke her modesty – which also stoked the growing heat between her legs. She was glad for his relative silence, though he jolted with erratic moans and yelps. In the empty house, his sounds echoed and worried the mother that they might be noticed. She tried to resist the urge to beg for his silence; instead, she hastened the movement of her bust, hoping to bring him to climax sooner. If he had any of his father's stamina – and being an Uzumaki, that was a likelihood – he could very well outlast her own efforts! She genuinely worried about that scenario, of an hour kneeling before him and working her chest to sweaty globes with nothing but abundant precum and perspiration building between them.
Her jiggling jugs flooded over his lap when at rest, though she tried to contain them. Her arms pressed them in, seemingly a nervous habit; it was effective. Boruto's cock hardly made an appearance, unable to stand tall in the overwhelming presence of her bust.
He watched her nipples mostly. Like a swirl on a blank sheet of paper, they drew focus. At the same time, the fleshy ripples undulating from the up/down motions couldn't be overlooked either! His mom had gone to such lengths to prevent their posterity! Now, he could not look at them the same again.
With a desperate shout, Boruto's small hands shot out and grabbed at her tits, trained to the contracted brown points. He didn't squeeze too hard – there was certainly passion in his grab – but it was unexpected to Hinata, who made a sharp gasp of her surprise. She didn't reprimand or refuse him. Her nipples itched when his groping tightened on her buds. For their size, her breasts were sensitive – it may have been big in part due to her own reservations of them – so her breath hitched with a lusty gasp—"Boruto!"—and switched her methods. Na-Naruto-kun always likes when I do it… like this… She rolled her breasts now, overlapping one another in cycles, changing the way she rubbed him, now knocking him back and forth in opposing tides of supple flesh. Naruto's large cock could hold against the storm; Boruto, on the other hand, was swept into the waves immediately, enveloped and overturned. His noises quickly became louder and more urgent.
Maybe, Hinata considered. Maybe it was best to advise her boy to announce his release so she could find something to catch it all in. Maybe the cups of her discarded bra? They were like bowls, after all, and could be washed at her discretion. She could extract him from her cleavage and satiate his mounting pleasure with her hand while grabbing the bra with the other. Then she'd aim him and…
"Omp!" Boruto's bottom lip pulled up tight as he threw his head back. He quivered and quaked and tensed; all telltale signs.
Hinata gasped. The bra was too far away to snatch up in an instant. "Wait! Boruto! Let me…!"
Too late! The warm spurts jetted and greased the insides of her breasts. A big load, even compared to the sloppy mess he left on her last night. Hinata's surprise left her chest open, her breasts falling onto his thighs, opening her valley so that his squinting eyes could watch his furiously twitching cock spit onto his mother's bosoms.
Hinata tucked in her chin, watching in silent apprehension as the semen stacked on her sternum. Thick strands strung from the insides of her full, round breasts onto his shaft from the stifled bursts; the freer shots had welled up and trickled down towards her navel. Instinctively, as Boruto's hips desperately humped at nothing, Hinata latched two fingers around him and stroked to spur on the eager release. She got out a few more doses of healthy semen before the shots turned to dribbles.
"Oh," started Hinata, carefully extracting the erection – it was still an erection?! – from her chest. "I meant for you… Um… It would have been better to…" Her hesitant mouth was pressed upon by Boruto's impulsive lips. He smeared his kiss on her in desperate elation, and Hinata froze entirely. With a whimper, as his tongue lapped at her lips, teeth and tongue, she put her hands on his shoulders – he felt the full weight of her bust on his thighs – and just stayed there; neither pushing nor pulling him into the reckless ravaging of her mouth. Despite its taboo, she felt something like happy sharing this intimate connection with her son. He was so dedicated to the family, and usually so frustrated by his dad's absence. This arrangement; it may soothe him. She decided to answer his tongue with her own in gentle, coaxing laps.
"U-wah~!" Boruto had run out of breath – as he was already short on it to begin with – and must withdraw with a string of spit splitting between them. Gasping, and even Hinata was mildly winded by his passion, he wiped at his mouth with the back of his arm, onto his sleeve. "Mom," he breathlessly stuttered, and looked her over. Big breasts spilled over his legs, streamed with his white cum, her face slightly flushed and lips glossy from his wet kiss, eyes uncertain but stayed on him. Some shame started to swell in him. The prolonged erection was painful and upset his thoughts, provoking his mom to take these extreme measures. He didn't regret it, and his balls were somewhat soothed, but she… "I'm"—Much like his mother, he stuttered—"… Sorry…" He looked away now, unable to summon the little strength left in him to meet her gaze.
"No!" she blurted out swiftly. "No, Boruto! Don't feel bad! It's not your fault!" She gulped. "As-as a growing boy…! Eh…" She wasn't quite sure if now was a good time to employ the 'changing of body' speech, not when Boruto visibly blanched at the mere start of it. She decided not to go that route and instead switch to cleanup. Boruto's mess was heavy on her. She might just take a shower now. His erection would need a few tissue to really clean, but…
Hinata blinked. Erection? She gave a start. Yep, it was still hard! It'd be rather impressive if Naruto didn't insist on all-nighters to satisfy his sexual appetites. But for an inexperienced and young boy, perhaps it was something to marvel at. Sticky with his own cum, he was unyielding and twitching, already beading with leftover sperm and a new onset of precum. He's… still hard… There was the option to let it go. She dealt with his first release, and that should be enough. Even Naruto, when pressed for time, could feel satisfied with just one go. But Boruto might feel rejected and frustrated to pull up his pants over that erection and be stuck with it with the memory of his mom's attendance fresh in his mind. Why not… just commit to it? And – if it could be a factor to her decision – the encounter had roused her. Naruto-kun had promised to be home, which meant they'd have a night of lovemaking planned. But work spiked, and he was unavailable. Small as he was, Boruto still had a present cock, and if she thought of it, his was the only other one in her life she'd entertained personally – in many Konoha villagers' fantasy, she entertained them by proxy.
Only now did she notice that her arousal had grown and moistened the crotch of her panties, almost to the point of oversaturation! She pushed her plump thighs together to test her sensitivity. A jolt of unsated pleasure shot up her spine; a tease when there was more pleasure to be had. Hinata thought it inappropriate, even in their current circumstance! Whatever lewd lusts she was feeling, an extra while in the shower would quell it all. She should clean him up, wipe herself down, and send him to the rest of his day while she bowed over her hand in the shower as her fingers brushed her little clit and crawled in her depths in a desperate imitation of Naruto-kun's cock.
"Um… maybe you should… lie back… Boruto…" She swallowed hard and breathed in the heavy musk of semen. Hmm… She inspected herself; the dripping cum all along her front. It might unsettle Boruto… Should clean up first…
Her removed sweater was a suitable rag to mop up the plentiful cum covering her. Her breasts wobbled from the firm, cleansing passes, though the smell lingered. At least it wouldn't smear her son when she… when she…
She swallowed hard again, her wide eyes traveling over to her boy. As she had instructed, he had reclined except for his elbows propping him up to keep vigil of her. His cock was still erect, lying along his pelvis, pointing to his face. Hinata felt her pussy pulse, puffing with arousal. How-how can I…?! Somehow, she did. She got up – though her knees buckled a moment and nearly dropped her weight – and self-consciously started with her shorts. The moment she flipped open her button and moved on to the zipper, she told Boruto, "You, Boruto… you should take off… your jacket."
Boruto continued his obedience while maintaining his watch of the exposure of woman. She had hoped his concentration would have at least momentarily shifted from her, but his was unshaken and hurriedly done away with his jacket and his t-shirt. Bare naked, he scooted up a little to bunch the pillows behind him. His penis constantly twitched with youthful excitement. No postponing or hiding it; Hinata had to go through with it. The zipper dragged down slow and loud in the powerful, electric silence between them. Boruto's chest began to heave in anticipation. All about Hinata was whetting his appetite, from her beautiful, flushed face to her tits that wobbled with any motion of her body, her widening hips and the tease of her panties when her zipper finally came down.
Her panties were nothing provocative. Naruto had urged her to wear sexy underwear and lingerie, but she'd just about fainted upon the sight of the skimpy black lines of silk that would hardly cover more than an inch of her bountiful breasts, not to mention the amount it would cover – or expose – of her vagina and bottom. Of course, that shock of embarrassment was also powerful fuel for her arousal; she'd deny her fascination just as rampantly as she let herself be fucked in every position willed by her Hokage husband.
She was just about as wet as she was on those nights. Her puffy vaginal lips were salivating, clinging to the panties that were slowly peeled away to unveil her heat. She heard the breath catch in Boruto's throat when her sex was exposed. Dark hair above the pink wet slit, her clitoris protruding readily at the crest of the labia, hole ready and open for penetration. She kept her pubic hair short and well-contained, as Naruto liked it; bald from time-to-time, which he also liked, but he never complained either way. He could sometimes tease her how the bald look made her seem very young before he devoured her.
Boruto wouldn't get the chance. He probably didn't even know about oral, as Shino-kun was always mum on sexual activity… unless it came to insect mating habits. But for this, Hinata abstained from using her mouth. She could have to clean him – as Naruto had taught her to do – but this was a risky venture. She knew the wisest thing to do was stop now, beg Boruto's forgiveness for her audacious actions over time, and bury the events in repressed humiliation. She did not do that, though, even if common sense screamed otherwise. She was hot and neglected and motherly and needy.
The bed sunk under her hands and knees as she prowled forward, covering Boruto's body underneath her own. Her hanging tits dangled just inches above him; bending her arms, they started to settle on his chest. She could feel his pounding heart through them. She positioned herself over him, correcting the line of his sex to hers for immediate penetration. Some more precum spilled out of him when she touched him, promising that he would not last long. That was alright. Haste to departure…
But as she lowered, the air of her arousal hot on his erection, she reconsidered. Naruto-kun always delighted in her riding him. He'd tease and goad her, knowing what things to say to really fan her humiliation to riotous frenzy, to where she could hardly object to his finger straying to another hole that she always kept sacredly guarded. He would say he loved her weight on him, but that was just it. She was full in figure; not heavy in the middle, but her hips were made to bear children, and her breasts alone were heavy. And Boruto was relatively small…
The worried mother instinct kicked in. She might hurt or smother him if… left in charge. It was irresponsible to tell him to lie back. It also seemed like she was trapping him underneath her. He should act on his own accord, learn on his own. And if he should choose to leave when presented with her, well… there was that too. And she'd be in the shower alone with her guilt and her fingers.
"I'm sorry," she apologized first, and the dizzy boy beneath her thought that she was above to recede. He would beseech her not to, but then she continued: "Could you… switch places with me?"
Confused for the moment, Boruto paused and then gave a nod with a nervous "Sure." Awkward as it was – and he did make a hand pass against his mother's so-smooth flesh – they changed who was lying back and who was looming over. Boruto actually felt smaller like this. His arms needed to stretch to brace on the bed around her, and her thighs easily fit his knees between them. It was like standing on top of a mountain and seeing a tremendous valley before him with greater peaks at the other end. Her twin peaks, of course, had settled flat but plump on her chest. Her hands pulled up partway to her blushing face, shifting her tits around her folded arms. He had to crane his neck to see what truly interested him, though, where his cock hung rigid above her pubic mound. He knew what to do here, from instinct and from class. He might've had an easier time mounting Chocho than his mom. And if Chocho had cooperated and given into his pleas, this situation might not have happened.
…
Should he be glad for that?
He decided to grab his cock and take as steady aim as possible. The silence between them was deafening. Hinata took a deep breath when his hips dipped. She felt his cockhead's presence even before he actually made contact with her cleft. Looking down between her tits, she watched intently while her son made his move. "You can do it," she said amidst a sudden burst of hiccups. To encourage him, she put a hand around to the small of his back to gently draw him in. His hips collapsed all at once from the merest push of her hand. He slid off course initially, but he corrected himself and surged fully into his mother's warm snatch. At once, he seized altogether with a wide, gasping mouth. She was… incredible inside! Wow! Before his mind could even process it, his hips jumped in a shallow, passionate thrust.
The impact rippled throughout Hinata, setting her tits in a subtle, hypnotic flow. She whimpered a little and opened her legs a little more for his following thrusts. Already, her pussy was trembling hungrily, even if he could not fill her out as well as his father. It was never really about size for her, anyway. She was weak to the anticipation to sex. There was a time when Naruto reached in her pants when sitting behind her, in public, in a field. He merely brushed her clit, threatened to invade her, and she was enveloped in the throes of an orgasm. Boruto's relatively deep thrusts were not as effective as the grinding of his pelvis against her clit.
Breathing deep and ragged, Boruto made his hits into Hinata's pussy. Though not large, his small size tightened his angle and had him rushing along the roof of her channel, striking very particular ridges that Naruto's deeper strokes often passed by. Boruto struck at her G-spot, unknowing that these wonderful pushes of his dick were very effective. However, it wasn't long before he noticed how she hopped with deeper moans or squeals when he pressed to that spot. He made a good endeavor, pushing through her snug walls, to keep at that area, wondering briefly if it was hurting her or pleasing her. When her legs lifted and drew around him to keep him close, he was certain he was doing something she liked. Despite his body's weakening posture, he powered onward, with the weight of Hinata's legs folded around him and her arms bringing his head to her breast. She whispered his name hotly in his blond hair, mewling that, with some reservation, he felt really good inside of her.
"It does!" agreed Boruto, though he looked as though he was being put through rigorous paces in training. He smacked his hips into hers again, the hair brushing against his pelvis, her flesh cushioning the impact. Her breasts had felt amazing around him, but this was more! This was beyond! The wetness lubed him well and clung to him, coating his tight sac when he pushed in fully and held their genitals together. "Mom!" His face buried in between her breasts, her cleavage deep when her arms pressed them together from the sides. Each time he plunged into her depths, there was an inflection to his hips; an immediate urge to get just a little bit further.
"Keep…huffhuff!... keep going, Boruto," panted his mom, her limbs constricting and keeping him from retreating. His little body was pulled to her, stifling the range of his thrusts, limiting him to bumps that came up woefully short of her thirsty cervix. Her walls began to puff up around him. Even for his small dick, the bloating of her vagina began to impede the haste of his movements. His arms immediately snapped around her, and he called out to her, though her breasts muffled his call.
She answered right back with a wail of her own, clutching him to her soft, mother's body. She had wanted to use her bra to contain his first; now, with her ankles locked tight under Boruto's buttocks, she encouraged him to usher into her the hot flow of his seed. He came readily to her delight, grunting and curling his groin into her. The incestuous flow sped up through her undulating walls, some of it making it to her womb's entrance. Some sprinkling made it through and occupied her.
Hinata shoved her face in her boy's windswept flaxen hair, embracing him as much as a mother could as she came. A prolonged squeal from her; she rolled her hips, collecting his warm discharge. From the moment she had shut the door of his room, she had gone with a heavy sense of trepidation and shame. Now, she felt a swelling pride to be harbor to Boruto's release. His cries of pleasure filled her bosom. She cherished him, holding him as his tension steadily ebbed and his body fell limp on her. Her pussy continued to squeeze him, though the rise of his erection had faltered. Soon, she expelled him and the cum that had not been secured in her uterus.
The two incestual lover recovered slowly, Hinata still clinging to him though her legs did start to lean and loosen. She held him to her, stroking his hair and keeping him to her bust. He was panting so hard, struggling to recover. She knew she needed to say something to him.
"Boruto…"
The door abruptly burst open, bringing both heads up together. And at the doorway, wide-eyed, was Uzumaki Naruto, the final vapors of his Kyubi form dissipating from around him. He'd gone in at superspeed, hence the door nearly breaking off its hinges. He now just stood frozen, seeing his son mounted atop his wife.
He just stood there, holding the hand of
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