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Mikoto Pleasure
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Sasuke P.o.v

In my academy years I used to tell myself my mom must have wanted to have a daughter. That's probably not really the truth, just my adolescent way of making myself out to be both the victim and the cause of her behavior.

This isn't an apology, or the beginnings of a rationalization for my own behavioral problems later in life. It's just sort of a record. What I remember. How I remember it?

I was a child, but for the most part I just remember everyone I knew, mostly other children. I didn't really have outrageous hairstyles, get way into spandex, or the whole androgynous fashion thing. I remember spending a lot more time outside training as a kid. We had a secret room there was no actual name we used for it, other than "the basement" but I guess that's what it really was. It would seem weird in another home that there was a door, between the kitchen and the living room, an interior only door, that was opened by a key if you wanted to go down. I only ever went down with my mom or dad, and the place was at times either obviously haunted, or my favorite playground.

It was nothing special. Just a mostly unfinished basement with homemade panels hung on the walls to allow pictures and future-project plans to be pinned, along with a few larger free standing cubicle-style walls set up with hanging sheets for doors as changing rooms. There were even mirrors in the change room, and one wall in the main area was dominated by mirrored panels. There were a couple of sewing machines, a large table that always had fabrics draped over it, and was forever ringed by the scraps from various projects. Next to the mirrored panels on the wall sat our washer and dryer.

It kind of strikes me now as a sort of mad scientist's lair, without all the science stuff.

Some of my earliest and happiest memories are of times spent down there with mom, playing. Mom always liked to dress up. Now it makes me cringe, but I guess I was the little boy who grew up playing with dolls, and to make things worse, the dolls were all his mom.

I thought mom was the most beautiful woman in the world. Days down there were filled with lace and silks and satins, fishnet stockings, fishnet tank tops, black bras, fingerless frilly gloves, cut off jeans, big outrageous hairstyles, and gallons of hairspray.

Such a situation should have been a minefield of taboo's, but I never had that impression down there. Once we were in the basement, it was a different world, with different rules. I saw my mother naked down there more times than I could count. I personally dressed her up in the sorts of outfits that probably would have gotten her arrested if she had gone outside, but down there it was all just a part of the game. I think it's to my mom's credit that she never made me feel weird about it, or ever suggested that I had crossed some line, and made me feel uncomfortable. She was up for anything, and the more ridiculous it was, the more we laughed. There was even one pin-board she had reserved for me, where pictures of the finished products I had come up with were hung. They were usually the ones that made us laugh the most.

Mom even tried to teach me how to apply make up. Naturally I had a child's flair for subtlety so I never really got the hang of it, but some of the results were pretty hilarious, and those pictures were some of my favorites to look at on my "fashion board."

That was another point in mom's favor. She seemed not to feel any hesitation in letting me pin up those pictures of her which didn't quite paint her in the most favorable light. We could look at, and laugh at, those pictures together. I'll bet she still has them in a shoe box somewhere, mixed in with pictures of her own creations.

And the ones my dad had come up with.

She didn't hide those ones either. They were pinned up alongside all the others. I remember a few of them made quite an impression on me. I remember they confirmed for me that my mom was the most beautiful woman in the world. Those pictures would come to define the word "sexy" for me. I also remember the weird knots that would tie up my stomach, and the hot flush I would get when I looked at them.

That makes it sound bad, but I really think it was normal. I was still a young boy back then, who could count his age on his fingers. I'd never encountered anything remotely racy anywhere else, so seeing a woman in that light was going to have an effect on me. It just happened to be that the woman was my mom.

And mom was so nonchalant about it that I never thought it was anything wrong, or the pictures were anything to be avoided. When I involved any chains or leather cuffs in my own creations in our games, mom just went with it, and those moments passed like any others. She didn't make a big deal out of it.

Years later I actually found, and kept, one of those pictures on a trip home from a mission. I still look at it sometimes. My mom is looking into the camera unflinching, and without a trace of guile. She just looks happy. I wanted to hate her for a while. I wanted to blame her, but the evil I expect to find just isn't there.

In the picture her hair is teased all out, in a way that I can just imagine my small child's hands tugging at and spraying hairspray into. Her makeup is garish, like a whore/clown's might look, but her eyes are wide and smiling. She's pursing her lips, like she's about to plant an exaggerated stage kiss on someone's cheek, and her pink fishnet vest is pulled up and bunched above her left breast, while the right side hangs down normally. Her black lace bra is also tugged down and supporting her left breast, exposing it. This was before she'd had any surgery, so it's just a normal woman's breast. That left nipple is covered by a black electrical tape X.

That memory would pop into my head later in life, long after I had moved out and was making mistakes of my own, while I was near climax during a masturbatory session. Let me be clear, though. I never wanted to actually fuck my mother. Straight up. I didn't.

It was more the humiliation that memory was linked to from experiences later in life. I guess it kind of makes me wonder whether I was partially to blame, maybe? Or maybe I did want to fuck my mom, and she knew it? Maybe that's why she ended up doing the things she did later in my life? Because that was the only kind of sexual relationship she could ever even conceive of that involved her only son.

No. I still don't want to fuck my mom. I think it was a lot of jealousy. She would come to be my benchmark for women. One that no other woman I ever met could ever live up to. She was comfortable with her own rampant sexuality. She was beautiful. She was submissive and loved to feed a male's ego and stoke his libido. She could give and accept love, or at least lust, with ease. On top of all that she was available, and didn't pretend she wasn't. Except to me.

Let me emphasize that. Seemingly any man on the planet could have my mother. Except me. The one who felt closest to her.

Rage. Humiliation.

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I'll never really be sure why things changed. Maybe something was going on in my parent’s marriage that I was unaware of. I once suggested to a therapist that washing the sheets after my nocturnal emissions might have had an effect on her. I was kidding. He didn't laugh.

Dirty movies, mostly soft-core but also the occasional hard-core flick, had been floating around our house all my life. Yet, it wasn't until I was at an age where I really, really, just wanted to watch them alone, that I would walk into the living room most days and find my mom was already watching one. They were almost always on, usually as background noise. Mom would have a movie playing on the television, with the sound turned down while on the couch reading a book, only to look up once in a while and check on the film's progress before turning back to the book or whatever else she was working on.

Often she would be downstairs sewing, and I could hear the movies playing, sometimes loud rock montage scenes, sometimes just the overdone grunting and moaning of porn while the whine of the sewing machine would come and go.

The real moment of transition wasn't really gradual at all. Everything changed one day in my Jōnin days. I failed to graduate the first time around, and had to go back to pick up a few classes. That made me the object of derision among kids I'd always held in disdain. I also was never very athletic or even fat. I was a rather weedy kid, and almost all of those a year younger than me were already larger, and I was well into my nineteenth year.

I'm glad now that I got as many normal years as I did, but in my memory, the day before and the day after that first day were from two entirely different lifetimes.

It started off pretty normally for a Sunday afternoon.

I remember feeling pretty good about myself as a person because of that. I felt like I had matured as a human being. The year before it occurred to me that all the girls I had crushed on at academy had reminded me of my mother. All had been black haired, with curled and teased out hair, a little shorter than me, and most importantly as I began to suspect, would never consider going out with me.

Ino on the other hand, was a Blonde, and I liked to imagine that maybe she was even taller than me, though I had absolutely no reason to believe that was true.

See? Depth. One had dark hair, one had light hair. I was becoming a fully actualized human being.

So anyway, there I was on my beds, stroking off to an image in my head of Ino walking, nude, with my arm in hers while telling me about how she loves to give head, and every asshole from academy is walking by in the other direction, completely blown away and jealous. I'm just playing it cool. Cause me and Ino? Yeah, sex is just a regular thing with us. Fuck yeah.

And I hear a rap of knuckles on my door at the same time I hear my mom's voice saying, "Knock knock."

Shit.

I didn't have time to pull my pants closed, get under the covers, even flip over. The door just opened and my mom stepped into the room. She barely even seemed to register that her almost full grown son was on his bed with his erect dick in his hand, looking like a sick ghost.

"Time to get up. You're taking me for a walk."

I turned on my bed to hide my shame. All I could do was nearly sob, "Mom!"

"Oh, get over it." She said, "Like I don't know why you spend all day hiding in your room."

This, in fact, was not the first time she had caught me. I had a strong suspicion she was doing it on purpose. She would catch me, make me feel like a dick for being embarrassed about it, then still tease me about it all day.

I was still fumbling to button my pants up, and trying to look away from her. I suddenly wished I were dead.

She took a moment, checking pointedly to make sure my pants were now zipped, to which I responded by moving a hand to cover the still shrinking lump, then she nodded.

"Get downstairs, you can finish when we get back. I need to get out there, I feel," she paused then shook her head, "inspired."

I was finally beginning to grasp the concept she'd been trying to get across the whole time. "Walk. Walk where?"

She shrugged, as if this were a pointless question. "Around. Walk around. You know, in the sun, outside.

"But why? Why are we walking? And why do I have to go?" I persisted.

"Because you're my son, and you like to spend time with me." She said sweetly, then leaned down and pecked me on the cheek.

"Seriously," I said, trying to get across my need for more information.

Mom lit up then, and wiggled while she talked. I tried not to notice the obvious sensuality of her display, running her hands up and down her own body as she spoke, though she was clearly wrapped up in her explanation, and not conscious of it.

"I had the most amazing success. You know I've been trying to mimic other designs I've seen around," I knew around referred to bikini movies and porn.

"So anyway, I got an idea for one of my own design, and it turned out So Well. I mean, it fits perfectly, and it looks Hot! I just have to show it off." She said excitedly. I got a sinking feeling.

"So why am I there?" I asked.

She wrapped her arms in a sort of self hug, "I need a chaperone. If I go out there on my own, I don't know what might happen. Your dad could come home to find his loving wife being defiled by a gang of horny neighbors on the front lawn."

As she said that she ran her hands over her own body again unconsciously, and gave a momentary shiver. I felt a similar sort of sick thrill run through me at the image that she injected into my mind.

"Can't you wait until dad gets home?" I asked, now certain I didn't want to go. I was aware that I was still affected by my incomplete masturbation, and now this. I might end up getting sick somewhere from this new cocktail of excitement and self-disgust.

"It'll be too late. The sun is shining now. It's a beautiful day and I just finished. I can't wait to show off! If I go out alone, it'll be pathetic. Some half naked lady strutting around on the street alone. It'll look like I'm out trolling for cock."
I grit my teeth at the new image that presented, but it still didn't make a good case for my presence.

"Downstairs, 10 minutes.

When mom came down, strutting like a young bride going down the aisle, she wore her newest creation, which wasn't all that substantial. She'd based it on a slingshot style bikini where typically long straps stretched from a V junction at the pelvis up over the nipples, and hooked over the shoulder.

Her design instead featured a thick leather collar which had a large ring buckle at the back, and had a ring at the front of her throat. Thin straps of the swimsuit's material were fastened to the ring, and stretched down across each breast to join opposing spaghetti straps that were hooked to the ring at the back of the collar. The union of material only lasted for an inch and a half at the waist before they diverged again, the rear spaghetti straps traveling along the top of the buttocks and disappearing thong-like into her nether regions. At the front the broader straps met at the pelvis, forming a brief V shaped union and stretched to cover the Venus mound. A very thin line of short pubic hair jutted up a half inch above the bottom of the V visibly. Matching red heels went along with the swimsuit, topped by long straps that crisscrossed over her calves and shins to a small bow at the back an inch below each knee.

I flinched a couple times as she began a turn for me, stopped when she saw me look away, only to complete the turn when I looked back, and noticed another feature that caused me to flinch. The second time, she looked down and her fingers pressed into the flesh above her visible pubic hair.

"Too much? I was going to shave it down, but then I thought, hey, anybody who can appreciate my fashion sense deserves a little naughty peek." She smiled.

Her long straight black hair was now pulled back and up into a bun. I guessed that was to show off the collar. Usually her hair was her pride and joy, but some sacrifices were necessary, he guessed. From the dining room table, she plucked a wide brimmed white sun hat she had left there, and now it sported a swash of the red material her swim suit was made of, tied off at the front in a broad bow.

One more touch completed the outfit. There was a rattle, and she connected a black strap leash to the ring at the front of the collar. She held out the handle to me.

I didn't take it.

She pouted and shook it for emphasis.

"Is that really necessary?" I asked with a note of exasperation.

Mom nodded seriously, "It's part of the suit. This suit has its own rules."

I reached out and took the leash handle.

Mom straightened the straps over her chest as she explained, "Be careful, if you tug on that very much it'll twist the ring, which keeps these straps over my chest. If the ring twists," she smiled up at me, "The neighbors will be very happy."

I nodded. I hadn't intended to start jerking her around anyway. I mostly hoped we didn't see anyone I knew.

"Also," she added, in a cutesy but serious tone, "The rule is that the holder of the leash calls the shots. I have to do whatever you say dear." She took me by the arm and opened the door while I groaned. "So don't jerk the chain or let anybody else hold it, or I'll be completely in their power."

She lifted her hands in a helpless gesture and grinned as she stepped outside.

We had been walking and talking for a good 20 minutes around our neighborhood. I got used to the leash. Mom was flirty as usual. She would stop when she spotted a familiar face, always a man, and then push her ass out in a presenting sort of manner while waving a bit too excitedly at them. Many approached and chatted her up briefly. She was in a bubbly mood, laughing too much and frequently finding cause to touch them on the shoulder or the arm. She was eager to answer questions about her swimsuit, which was the main topic of conversation anyway, and usually explained the rule about the leash. A few of the neighbors made playful grabs at the handle, which often drew laughs at my panicked response. Then she would end the encounter with a hug for those who tried for the leash, and turn to go. I noticed several took that opportunity to slide their hands across my mom's ass.

She caught me watching and simply said, "You don't have to look if you don't want to see."

I was a little angry at the last guy, and noted, "But your married."

"They're just being playful. You used to be playful, now you're just grouchy. Men like to look at women, to touch women. I'll tell you a secret." She said, and looked around conspiratorially, and lowered her voice to a whisper, "A lot of women like to be touched by men."

"A lot of women like to be touched by the right man. Not just any man." I stated with a certainty.

Mom shrugged and grinned mischievously, "Probably. For me it depends on my mood. Today, well, I can't really hold it against them."

She paused and put a finger to her cheek, "Well, yes, yes I can. Hold it against them I mean." Another wicked grin.

I looked away, and she added, "But today is a special day. Timing matters too I guess."

I shook my head. She was talking nonsense, but arguing wouldn't help. She would just revel in her illogical arguments, teasing out my frustration.

"And when are you going to get a girlfriend," Mom asked, in a sudden non sequitur

"What do you mean?" I asked, grasping at the dumbest way to avoid the question.

"I mean, when are you going to start dating? You're supposed to be out there now.

I didn't feel like being baited. I turned and gave a light tug on the leash. "We're walking, remember?"

Mom, grabbed at her chest and coughed out a bit of a laugh. "Careful," she admonished teasingly.

"I'm being sort of serious though. What about girls. Do you like girls?" She asked.

"I like girls." I confirmed.

"So? I know you like beating off. Girls are like that, where you have to do a bit less work." Another laugh, "Well, only if you're like your father. Otherwise I guess it's more."

I shook my head, and couldn't help but to smile, and a memory came to me, "I thought girls were more than just fuck meat."

Another grin came from my mom, and I noticed that this had been the longest she'd gone since we left the house that she had spent not looking for a guy to wave at.

"Oh they are, but guys usually figure that out when they're much older than you. Honestly, eighteen-year-old girls are mostly just good for sex."

I shook my head, "So I should be ploughing my way through life?"

She answered again a cute, challenging tone, "If you can. I'd be the proudest mama in the world."

"Maybe I do." I challenged back.

"You don't. Too much jerking off." She retorted.

I was back to being embarrassed and turned away. I felt mom's hand on my shoulder. "I'm sorry, I was just teasing. I didn't mean that. It really is okay."

I felt shame at her sudden pitying tone and answered, with my usual teenaged wit, "Whatever."

"I worry about you sometimes, and I kind of wonder if it's my fault. I mean, I never wanted you to feel like sex was something bad or that women's sexuality was something to be afraid of. I kind of figured I was going to turn you into some super stud."

"What I worry about is that maybe, with so much stimulation, you were just over women before you ever got started. Like, if you have enough pictures, you don't need the real thing."

I didn't acknowledge that I'd wondered the same thing. Oh, I'd made advances, but they'd never worked out. I was aware I wasn't reading signals, but I was wondering now if I was deliberately reading the wrong signals.

"We really need to get you laid sometime," and I heard the offer of a truce in her voice. She was saying that was the end of it if I wanted it to be. I did, and I was grateful. I knew what she'd say in my shoes.

"Thanks, but I'd really rather it was someone other than my own mom." Flat, cool. I was proud of myself.

She looked proud of me too. Her mouth opened as if she wanted to retort but had nothing to say to that. The corners of her mouth crooked up in a smile, and she patted me on the shoulder. We walked for another few minutes, before she said anything.

"Maybe we should get home. If any girls see you hanging out with your mom, it won't help your rep."

I see people approaching

Sasuke? Is that you?" Came the dreaded voice.

I turned back and forced a smile, "Hey Naruto, how's it going?"

I could see a trio of faces staring with shocked expressions through the car windows, all directed at mom.

"Not as well as with you, apparently." Naruto said, then held a hand out the driver's window toward mom, "Hello Mikoto."

Mom, of course, was not put off at all by the attention of these three young men. She swayed back and forth a bit, giving movement to her breasts and flexing the muscles in her legs and ass. She didn't answer for a moment.

Two pairs of eyes tracked her breasts, which now hung against the supporting fabric of the slingshot. The third pair, Naruto’s, maintained their lock on hers. She held the look for a moment, but broke off first.

Then she exhaled the smoke into the boy's face slowly as she said, " Hello Naruto, Kiba and Neji ."

Naruto grinned and nodded his approval. He spoke at me, but his eyes never left mom's face. "Dude, your mom's hot."

Expressions of agreement came from the car, and mom smiled. I didn't know how to respond. "Um... I guess."

"You guess," Naruto echoed. "Boy you must be blind."

Still, his eyes never left my mom's face. Mom said nothing. The two seemed to be locked in some kind of contest of wills I didn't quite understand. There was another long minute of silence. I finally interrupted it.

"So yeah, we should get going. Nice seeing you." I offered, and tugged lightly, and carefully on the leash to get mom's attention. She didn't move.

"I like your outfit," Naruto said softly.

Mom wiggled a little at the compliment, and made a move to brush her hair aside, finding it was still in a bun. She touched it at the back instead, in what was obviously an awkward gesture.

In a sweet, girly voice, she said, "Thank you, I made it myself. Just today in fact. We're out breaking it in."

Naruto nodded sagely, "Good idea. Do you mind? He said, making a spinning motion with his hand."

Mom smiled, now somehow looking a little off balance, and nodded, "Sure."

She stood straight and presented herself, doing a bit of a curtsy, which emphasized the V joint at her pelvis. I saw a hand from the backseat slap the shoulder of the passenger, as if getting his attention. The other boy nodded appreciatively. Then she began to slowly turn, looking up at the sky with her eyes. More shoulder slaps and muted expressions of appreciation when they got a side view, which I already knew could easily give the impression that she was nude.

When mom was faced away and we were treated a rear view, Naruto remarked, "You're a little pale. You could do with a little more sun."

There were chuckles from the car, but mom didn't respond, and simply completed her turn. Finally, she said, "I'll keep that in mind."

Naruto nodded, "Were you a model? Or mostly design?"

Mom smiled at that, looking flattered, "Neither, really. It's just a hobby. When I see something I like, I try to duplicate it, doesn't always work out."

Naruto smiled, "This one did."

Mom nodded, honest agreement, "It did."

Naruto continued, "You were really never a model?"

Mom smiled again, but shook her head, causing her whole body to sway a bit.

Naruto said, "You should try it. You'd be good."

Mom continued to smile, and nodded her gratitude, "You're sweet, but they want starving infants. Not me."

Mom moved to brush her hair again reflexively, but again found it wasn't there, and instead hooked a hand behind her neck.

From inside the car, "Or porn."

A slap against a chest. A protesting voice demanded, in response to the slap, "What Neji?"

"Don't be an asshole Kiba."

"I wasn't. I just meant, you know. Like Naruto said, she's hot."

Mom stepped closer and peered inside, smiling, "It's okay, and thank you. Maybe if I wasn't married and a mother, right?"

Naruto shrugged, clearly not seeing the problem.

"Nice." Mom looked back at me finally, and sighed. "Well, I guess we should get going. It was nice to meet you."

Naruto nodded, "Um, yeah okay."

Naruto said, "Well, bye."

Naruto didn't move to leave, but sat watching, then stopped us with a call of "Hey, wait!"

Mom turned, to listen.

"I was serious about that model thing. You interested?" Naruto asked, almost desperately.

Mom shook her head, "I really don't need a job, I keep myself pretty busy."

"Well, nothing steady, just thought, you know, I'd like to get some pictures, for, like, posterity and stuff. I figured, maybe if you wanted to be the model, that'd be cool. I mean, I could pay you." Naruto was saying. "Kind of a win win. You could wear your thing... your you know, your outfit, I get some good pictures. And, ah, Money. For you. Even if it's all just for posterity or something."

Mom was mostly waiting for him to finish. I could see it in her face. She was in. Still, she played it cool.

"How much money?"

The three of them consulted, "I don’t know, I have thirty here, we could probably..."

"Thirty's good." Mom said, the eagerness now apparent in her voice.

"What, really?" Naruto said, astounded.

"Sure, whatever." Mom said.

"Well, cool. Um, when do you want to do it?" Naruto asked.

"How about this afternoon." Mom suggested excitedly.

Naruto was waffling, and now it was his turn to get slapped on the shoulder and chastised.

""Alright, lets do it." Naruto was grinning.

"Fuckin awesome," came from the car's interior.

It was a short walk back to our place, I took the initiative and walk inside first, What I found was my mother giggling like a girl and trying vainly to fend off four hands with her two. Both straps of her slingshot had been tugged aside, and her breasts were in full view. She quickly realized this, and covered herself with an arm, and made a sudden move toward the opening. More laughter, from both her and the boys as they caught her, playfully tugging her back, while she struggled playfully to get free. I felt a discomforted arousal stir in me as I watched the trio, with the two boys taking every opportunity to grope my half dressed mother.

Finally, she was out, and suddenly and uncharacteristically modest, turned away from us to straighten her clothing. I knew it was far too late for that. They'd gotten eye and handfuls of her already.

She didn't look at me as she carefully tiptoed to keep her heels from sinking into the grass toward the cement. Finally, free of that, I heard her clicking steps and the squeak of the hinges as she went inside. I didn't know what else to do, so I went into the garage and gathered the things I'd need to wash the house.

Naruto was in the house with mom, collecting the photo equipment she had in her fashion studio, and I washed the car with the other two. I was getting uneasy, as it was awfully quiet for too long. Neither boy talked to me, but they kept an eye out. Every time I made a move they interpreted as heading toward the house, one or both would move to block me. I was thinking of making a break for it, when Naruto came out with some lighting equipment. This sparked an argument, with a lot of motioning toward the still bright sun.

Finally, with the house finished being washed and the photo equipment spread out on the lawn, mom emerged, freshly made up. He hat was gone, and her hair was now loose and flowing around her shoulders and back. Her makeup and been refreshed and done over to perfection. Her lips looked fuller with more of the thick glossy red make up. She'd taken the pale comment from Naruto earlier seriously, and had added rouge to her cheeks. She looked stunning.

With self-conscious care I found unusual for her, she descended the back steps and clicked across the cement to the lawn “So where should we start?" She asked, nervously.

"Well, I guess um, just stand by the front tires and sort of lean against the car first (yes there is a car deal with it).

Mom assumed the position. Too much leaning, need to fit in more of the car for the shot. She was a little flustered at first, but soon they figured out how far back to stand with the camera, and she figured out when to lean in for a shot.

At first I felt relieved. It was all sort of conservative. I didn't want everyone treating my mom like a sex object, and this fit with the sort of car picture with a pretty girl style I was used to seeing. Then there were a lot of shots with mom bending over the quarter panels and hood of the car. Then her legs spread wider. Then one leg supported up on top the hood. There were more close ups now. Mom's ass (and cloth covered pussy) framing a shot of the grill and badge at the front.

Soon mom was crawling onto the hood, and I was wishing it were already over. Then she was on her side. On her back, sunbathing on the hood. Legs in the air. She was backing up for a spread leg shot supported by the windshield, face flush with excitement and hardly in a mood to argue with any suggestion made by the boys who were getting more and more daring, when Naruto had a question.

"Whatever happened to that leash?"

It had been left inside, she didn't want it scratching the paint. Naruto liked it. I was sent to fetch it. When I returned, mom stretched out, presenting her throat for it to be attached. I clipped it on, and tried to lay it down by the windshield to get out of the shot when everyone at once noted that it needed to be held. It didn't work laying there.

Next up came an argument over who should hold it. Naruto was on the camera until now, but the three boys were all arguing for the job. Then Naruto suggested I do it. I refused, of course, but the others thought it was a good idea all of a sudden. Someone mentioned that if it were one of them, it would look like she was a prize or something. If it were her son, that wouldn't be the case. Respect, and all that.

I still refused, but in the end mom talked me into it. I wouldn't have to do anything. Stand by the car and hold the leash. Please let this day end was all I thought for the thousandth time.

So it continued. With that resolved, I stood by, holding a leash attached to my mom's neck while she lay on the hood and spread her legs for the camera. Then back to a crawling position. Me at her head, while she thrust her ass out, to emphasize her Venus mound.

Then she was reaching back, almost out of control at this point, tugging at the fabric to pull it tighter to give a clear outline of her pussy.

Naruto called a stop.

"It looks ridiculous, and off balance. Bad composition. Great close up, bad in the more general sense." Naruto smirked, "But I love the instinct. Sasuke, why don't you tug the material, so she can maintain a four-point stance on the hood?"

More arguing, I wasn't going to do it. Exploitative. Pleading from my mom. I was there to help, I was barely in the pictures, that sort of thing. So, again, I ended up with a handful of spaghetti strap at the upper cleft of my mom's ass, tugging at it to make a clear outline of her pussy.

"Nice," was the common refrain after several angles and distances had been snapped. I sort of gave up then. I shut down. Soon there were pictures of me holding the straps of her bathing suit aside so it looked like I was pulling her top off. They had their fun with that, and I was relieved of those duties and given a different one.

"Hold onto this," Naruto said, walking up behind my mom. He fumbled the buckle for a moment, and it was free, he skinned down the loose straps without a word of protest, and left my mother standing there nude, except for her strappy heels. He tossed the ball of fabric to me. A flash popped as it hit my hands, a look of surprise on my face.

Moments later mom was atop the car, naked, rubbing herself all over it, assuming every position the boys could think of. Rolls of film disappeared one after the other. I disappeared inside and now nobody noticed or cared. Time moved slow, but eventually it got quiet outside, and I hazarded a look.

Chapter 2

Not what I expected. Everyone was sitting around the table on the back deck, with a beer in hand. Mom had a blanket draped across her shoulders and they were all just being friendly.

"What the fuck?" I breathed. But I was grateful. I didn't interrupt, but sat down and I was glad it wasn't as bad as I had imagined it would get.

It was nearing dinner time when the phone rang. I didn't want to answer it, and I had been largely forgotten, so I didn't move. After a few rings, I heard clicking on the kitchen floor and my mom answer the phone.

There was an excited "Hi honey!"

Hi honey, like she was glad to hear from him. What would I tell my dad? Turned out I wouldn't need to. Excitedly she told him all about her day. She'd finished her swimsuit, went for a walk, met some of my "friends" and they'd paid her to be a car model. After a moment, she even answered yes, she was naked, then she said she'd even cum twice while they took pictures of her.

She hung up and went back to the deck. Listening carefully, I heard her announce that her husband would be home soon, and he was bringing more film. There was a cheer, and I sat stunned.

Soon the smell of cooking meat wafted up. They'd started to barbecue. A look outside confirmed that a celebration was in full swing. The cover was off the hot tub and it was frothing. Smoke from the barbecue wafted up over the yard, confirming the fats that were burning off on the grill. Open and spent beers were beginning to accumulate around the deck, and mom sat at the table, now wearing the blanket like a skirt, bare chested and laughing and talking with the boys.

Dad's car pulled up and yet nobody entered the house. I watched from upstairs as he joined the scene at the table, grabbing a beer, pulling off his tie and ditching his suit jacket. He was quickly part of the table, laughing along with stories, asking questions, then after one particularly evocative story, both he and his wife stood above the table, draped an arm over the others shoulder and shared a kiss. The three boys gave a salute with their beers and drank up. Mom seemed to remember something and raced into the house, tossing aside the blanket as she went. All four males watched her go.

A minute or so later she remerged wearing her swimsuit, and modeled it for her husband who looked on approvingly. She said something else, and two of the boys stood uncertainly, but she nodded, and beckoned them forward. They stood away from the table and began to undress. I watched as she then led them to the hot tub and all three stepped in. Dad stood, but instead of joining them, he went and fetched a steak off the grill and then sat down again to eat. Naruto grabbed the camera and began to snap the occasional shot of my mom making out with Kiba and Neji in the hot tub.

It seemed that the boys were trying to devour mom's body with their hands and mouths. Her head was constantly turning as she accepted deep tongue kisses from both boys, while their hands roamed. When a mouth was otherwise occupied, she would plant kisses on their shoulders or back, or just suck or bite at the flesh. Eventually one tried to fuck her, and dad was on the scene. She was laughing, teasing, but keeping him away, while the desperate boy tried vainly to gain access (Kiba J). Dad tugged him away, gently, but firmly and eventually he yielded and returned to table to pick at food. Mom remained in the hot tub with the other boy, continuing on with him, until he too tried to fuck her, and the scene was repeated, this time leaving the hot tub empty with only my mom's soaked swimsuit laying in a clump at the edge.

Desert was something different. Dad lost his pants and was sitting on the hood of the Monte Carlo, while mom's head bobbed in his lap. The boys took turns documenting the scene with the new film, then rotating out to finger mom's pussy and ass. Dad was obviously getting close when all three boys grabbed my mom and pulled her away. She went willingly, laughing along with them as my suddenly angry dad demanded she return. The boys got between them, and put on a display of playing keep away with her, while groping and fingering her. Eventually dad gave up and began to laugh again. They returned to the hot tub and it was a more relaxed affair when another car showed up in the driveway.

This clearly caused a lot of tension downstairs, with the boys trying to explain something. I couldn't make out the words, even with the window opened, but soon a couple more guys I recognized from our academy days (Rookie 12) entered the back yard bearing cases of beer (Lee’s not drinking). Tense introductions were made, then Dad and the three boys climbed out of the hot tub. The new arrivals got their instructions and undressed too, somewhat nervously, then climbed in with mom. They were nervous and unsure, but she was laughing and inviting. Eventually a kiss was ventured, then more, and soon, she was being passed between them. The others set to cleaning off the table, while keeping an eye on the hot tub.

Soon, the expected happened and the two new arrivals were made aware of the rules in the standard way.

Eventually more people must have arrived.

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I woke up around midnight and the party was in full swing. I had retreated to the bathroom when increasing numbers of people had arrived, as it had a lock, and my bedroom door didn't. I'd fallen asleep curled up on the bath rug.

Quietly, and nervously, I opened the door and ventured out into my house.

There were a few dozen people there by now, most having congregated in the living room Some girls, some guys, but these ones didn't seem to be part of the scene before, which I couldn't explain.

None of the people I was looking for were visible, but I had expected that they would still be out back. It turned out I was right. The lighting equipment that had been the cause of ridicule earlier was in full use now, accompanied by a large, bulky tripod mounted VHS video camera with black printing on the side I guessed would bear of the Hokage. Bright light reflected off the shiny paint of the Monte Carlo, illuminating the scene taking place on and around it's hood.

At the front of the car dad was staked to the ground with tent pegs and nylon rope. Each of his extremities was tied tightly to a peg, but he didn't seem to be struggling. His shirt was grimy and soaked with beer, while the grass around him was spattered with foam and mucus that suggested drunken vomit. A tube was duct taped to his head, over his mouth, which I realized was a beer bong. The funnel of the bong was taped to the grill of the car, just below the lip of the hood. Above him, I could see a guy who could only be Naruto thrusting his penis into my mother while his arms were hooked under her knees, supporting them up and spread. She didn't seem to be offering much assistance. She did grunt and groan with his thrusts, which told me that at least she was still alive.

As I watched he stiffened and thrust harder and faster, and rapidly achieved orgasm deep inside her. When spent, he stepped back and out of her letting her drop nearly limp to the hood. I could see the shining trail of semen leak from her loose pussy and dribble down onto the hood, and from there over the edge, and into the beer bong. A cheer went up, and she was washed with a splatter of beer from the bottles held by surrounding observers, which also ended up cascading down over the front of the hood, with some ending up in the beer bong thus mixing with the semen.

I watched, stunned, as a bottle of vodka, which I suspected had come from my parent's cabinet was uncapped, and the open neck slid an inch or two into my mother's vagina. She offered no resistance, but nor did she seem to have any energy to help. Hands grabbed her under her knees, thighs and ass, and she was lifted so a smallish quantity of the vodka drained into her. Then she was lowered, and the vodka came leaking out, again, mixing with semen and beer to drain into the beer bong.

Naruto reached down and the valve was opened, and there was a spasm on the ground as my dad tried to avoid choking, and swallowed the foul mixture. For his efforts, he was repaid by having another of my academy mate’s Neji step into Naruto former position and enter my mom.

"Come to join the party, Sasuke?" Another of Naruto cohort asked, jovially. There was snorting laughter, and a few drunken cheers. Naruto turned, still nude from the waist down, as were most of the others, his softened dick still slick with my mother's juices, and, likely, a fair amount of vodka residue.

Naruto beckoned me over. I stood my ground, so Naruto approached. I sensed a threat, and so I made an announcement.

"I've called the Anbu. They're on their way." I said in a nervous, high pitched voice.

The others looked a little concerned, and murmured angrily, but Naruto seemed unconcerned. "So?"

"So, when they see what your doing here, you're all going to jail." I assured them.

Naruto grinned, "There's nothing illegal going on here."

"Rape and torture?" I seethed, "I could Kill you all, and they'd never convict me."

Naruto shook his head. "No rape. The torture bit is mostly consensual."

I looked to my still semi-conscious mother, but she was in no condition to participate.

I then noticed the camera was off the tripod now, and was being mounted over the shoulder of a jonin S, pointed in my direction.

"No rape," I spat in a disbelieving tone.

"Nope. She's been loving it all night long. In fact," Naruto paused, and grinned wider, "The ropes on your dad were your mother's idea. He was pretty drunk at the time, but he didn't put up much of a fight."

I didn't want to believe it, but I saw my mother giggle as she managed to twist and rub her pussy with her own hand.

Naruto got closer, and I felt my face burning. Naruto hand was lifted to my shoulder. I slapped it away, but it returned.

In a soft, mocking tone, Naruto asked me, "Don't you want to help your mom? You're not just going to leave her like this are you?"

I shook my head. He was right. I had to end this.

"Come on." Naruto prodded, and I moved woodenly toward my mother. The smell of semen came in waves as a slight breeze came and went.

I was now standing at the hood and I looked down at my mom. Really, my best friend. Naruto was right. She was completely drunk, but she was smiling through a mask of semen, and masturbating in front of me. Every visible follicle of hair on her body was crusty and matted. My dad stirred, and someone hurried to remove the tape from his face and turn his head. I heard retching, and smelled more vomit.

Naruto was still at my side, almost whispering, "Beautiful, isn't she?"

I didn't speak or move from my spot, but after a minute, I found myself nodding.

"We've all had her. At this point, I don't think she'd even know." Naruto was saying.

I shook my head. "Know?"

Naruto grinned, "If you fucked her."

I squeezed my eyes shut, and a fresh wave of humiliation washed over me. I felt my body betray me, a heavy pulse thundering in my pants.

I heard Naruto soft voice again, "Honey?"

My mom's throaty hum in response, "Hmmmhmmm."

"Would you like another dick inside you?"

A giggle, "uh huh."

"Fuck her, Sasuke." Naruto encouraged.

"Yeah man, go ahead. I don't blame you if you do." Kiba added, half laughing.

"Dude, yeah. I mean, she's so hot." said Danzo!

I practically expected chanting next. I want to say I felt no temptation, but it would be a lie. There was no lust in me. Just anger. I felt abandoned by my parents. And worst of all, the one woman I could never have, was the same woman seemingly everyone I had known had all sampled. She would be a touchstone for these people, as would I.

Maybe I should just do it. That would teach her.

There was silence as I undid my pants, and pulled my already pulsing penis from my pants, and opened my eyes.

Mom was still masturbating clumsily and mewling non-nonsensically. She really wouldn't remember.

Suddenly I felt the rush, and my mind was changed. I jerked back, knowing the orgasm couldn't be stopped, but seeking to avoid adding to my mother's degradation. Hot globs of thick jizz spattered against the hood of the car and its grill, then the vomit stained grass. Strength left me from the force of my orgasm, and my knees gave out.

There was laughter. I was sprayed with beer, and I looked up into the lens of the VHS camera.
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