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Best Laid Pranks
By : c0p13r
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Chapter List
- 1-Best Laid Pranks
- 1
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How had it come to this?! Why was this happening?!
Kiba, ever since hitting puberty, had a problem with erections, and it was no less than awkward when his mom explained to him the seriousness of an Inuzuka’s changing body. Apparently, they felt the affects to grander heights than the normal boys and girls. So Kiba had always been able to manage, either by distracting himself with un-arousing tales or putting his mind to things other than Kurenai-sensei’s cleavage, the Fifth’s cleavage, Anko’s cleavage… Anything BUT cleavage!
But now… Now! He had to leave his fresh bowl of pork ramen for that fatass Choji to finish. Now, he had to run around town like he was looking for a bathroom. Now, he looked like a fool, rushing in a bowl-legged stance, cupping his crotch indecently like a monkey! If his mom saw him…!
Was home even the best place to go, he wondered after ducking into an alleyway. He groaned, sending his sights upwards as if hoping that an angel of mercy would appear. Tsume’s crafty nose would tell her of any shenanigans under her roof, hence the awkward talk. He really didn’t want to rush there, do what needed to be done, and walk out shamefully to find his mom standing there, ready to lecture him on his submission to his libido!
But this was so much different than before. His eyes went down now, loathing and fearing the incessant and visible bulge. It hurt. It really did. To even be close to this level of arousal in past times, he needed to have fallen in between Kurenai-sensei’s breasts and take a nice, deep inhale. That one time was a cherished memory for a hormonal teenager. But today, nothing of such spectacular serendipity had occurred. Really, it had begun like any ordinary day: he met with Naruto while his sister took Akamaru for an exam, and the two goofed around like usual; Kiba had joked around about jumping off Naruto’s face during a race, which didn’t sit well with Naruto; they met up with Choji, and on Naruto’s suggestion and Choji’s stubborn approval, they went for ramen. Hardly halfway into his bowl, thishappened! This relentless, obstinate, passionate, throbbing erection! It tugged at his body like it was forcing itself to grow, lengthening him beyond his regular five inches!
Whatever this was, however much of a boon it was to his bragging rights in the bathhouse, Kiba resented it and wished it’d go away. He didn’t even want an explanation for it. He just wanted it gone!
“Grr! Maybe I can make it to the lake,” he said to himself. “If I make it to the tree line…!” He clenched his fists, readying for the maddest dash of his life. Outside the village, he was less likely to run into anyone he knew, anyone who might see his problem and make an even biggerdeal out of it. Lee was probably his biggest risk, but he’d chance a run-in with that spandex-wearing loon.
NOW!!
He turned back into the street in a sharp pivot, using the momentum to spring into the air and travel by rooftop. But then came the spectacular serendipity that had been absent earlier; he spun and knocked right into Uzumaki Kushina, repelling her arms and causing her full grocery bags to scatter over the ground. While he stumbled back, she wailed and fell to the floor, observing the mess with dread.
“Ah!” He opened his squinting eye to see the damage and saw that it was the slender but sturdy Uzumaki Kushina he had put on her ass. “Oh. Naruto’s mom.”
“Hey,” Kushina fumed, now glaring at the one who bumbled his way into her. She got up quickly and yanked on the tattoo on his cheek, stretching his mouth into a painful grin. “Is that any way to address the girl you bumped into? It’s Kushina-san to you! Kushina-san!” She tugged harder to make him cry out and wail.
“Sorry! I’m sorry, Kushina-san!” he slurred hurriedly. One last pull, then she let his mouth snap back in place. With a teardrop in the corner of each eye, he soothed the aching cheek with his fingertips.
Kushina had already put him out of mind and was hurriedly grabbing the fresh foods from the floor, not wanting the leeks, lettuce and legumes to linger longer like licked losers.(applause) She frowned up at him in her work. “What’s the big idea, Kiba? What are you doing coming out of alleys like that? Not up to no good, are you?” She leered like the prospect of trouble excited her.
The strain in his pants was unforgotten; Kiba felt it accommodate and lean up the inside of his thigh when he bent down to help her recover her foodstuffs. He peeked at Kushina, and she stared back with that small but significantly-wicked smirk that wanted to taste juicy details of today’s youngsters and their pranks. Though she commanded respect from her rowdy son, Kushina was never one to discourage him from pulling pranks on other people.
But with honesty, Kiba shook his head… in a negative fashion to signal that he meant no. Maybe he’d be up for mischief later. “Not right now,” he said with a feeble voice to Kushina’s disappointment and boredom. He handed over a stem-strapped radish, and Kushina’s bounty had been collected in full. “I gotta get going now.”
But Kushina had other plans and grabbed Kiba’s ear just as she had caught his cheek earlier. “Where do you think you’re going, huh?!” the Red-Hot Habanero exploded. Kiba winced painfully, leaning to his twisted ear. “You think you can just shove me down, make a mess, and run off?! Want me to tell your mom how you treat beautiful women!?!”
Her vanity, even in anger, showed brilliantly. Everything was bad enough: he’d angered the infamous Habanero, she had him by the ear, and his dick stillwouldn’t give it a rest. His only option was to apologize profusely, hoping she’d allow him leeway to bow in the dirt to show his contrition.
She didn’t allow that. She heaved her baggage to him, which he caught smartly. Seizing the opportunity, he lowered the bag to better hide the crotch of his trousers. “If you’re really sorry,” Kushina puffed, tilting her nose up and closing her eyes in pompous effect, “you can carry this home for me.” She didn’t wait for his consent, as it was no longer his decision. Folding her arms tightly over her chest, she marched down the path like some kind of princess. She only turned once, opening one eye, and called for him to follow. Be warned he who did not obey. Kiba gulped. No other choice than to do as told. Keeping his shoulders slack and his back bent were causing some serious cramping, but there was no way he’d let the most feared mother of Konoha know that he was in a certain mood…
In little time since her return (who cares about the specifics? Orochimaru experiment or Danzo’s Black Ops… some time before Pain attacked.) she reigned over the boys in the village, both with her beauty along with her brutality. Konohamaru was said to have fawned over her, and she treated him so sweetly; however, when he clumsily spilled ramen over her dress, he wore layers of lumps on his head for the next several days. Boys had learned to look, but keep their distance.
Today was colder than usual, so to avoid a freezing breeze up her usual dress, Kushina had donned her black spandex and orange t-shirt, both of which flattered her form better than the sexless dress. Her high ponytail swished, and Kiba found it better to train his eyes there instead of where the spandex teased the curvature of her backside. He trembled, pursing his lips, and forced his eyes onto the tempo of her red ponytail.
Swish-swish, back-and-forth, to-and-fro.
No need to exacerbate a tireless condition… He wasn’t proud to have his cock jabbing Kushina’s groceries, but he could suppress his urges and ignore how blatantly and hard he jabbed into the underside of her groceries. All he needed was to keep focus.
Swish-swash, back-and-forth, to-and-fro. Her ass moved like she intended to draw eyes. Her walk was so natural, though! No intention or design; her tight pants just held the curves and followed the crease inward a bit. But Kiba knew, for all reasons, he shouldn’t stare. His lips pursed, the effort to avert himself proving difficult. Kushina was a beautiful – sexy, in his own description of her – woman. He, being around rugged women, found a certain appeal to the rarity to softer girl; softer in looks, at least. Kushina was hot-tempered enough to be an Inuzuka, no doubt!
At one point, Kushina paused to ask him why he was walking in such a stooped manner. He laughed nervously and forcefully in reply, saying he wanted to loosen up his body before training. Kushina questioned the technique, and again, Kiba’s answer came out as clumsy laughter.
“I haven’t really seen your mom since coming back.” She gleamed at her unwilling and awkward assistant. “I hope she’s been a bit more lenient on your dad these past years.”
Kiba’s eyes strayed to the right, and he clenched his teeth in an exaggerated look of unease. “Well, I guess Dad’s got nothing to complain about anymore…” … Wherever he was; far away from his feral wife. Not that Kiba blamed him; he himself had run away from home numerous times, fearing her wrath, but it wasn’t easy to get far from a mother who could hunt you down by scent.
“Well, a boy’s got to have a mom,” Kushina said, shaking a firm finger at Kiba. “Never forget how lucky you are to have one who cares so much about you.” He rolled his eyes up, suppressed a groan, and wished he could just bail.
Then came the stairs; a boner’s mortal enemy. Each ascended ledge worked against him, tugging the stiff object down, leveling it, raising it, and then reversing. Sobbing inwardly, Kiba clutched the groceries like a pal and was close to whispering a ‘Thank you’ for concealing his tool.
“Well, bring them in!” The Red-Hot Habanero was gone, replaced by a sweet woman playing hostess as she gave a great smile and waved him inside. He cleared his throat before nodding and treading into Naruto’s apartment.
Though seeing it now, he could barely believe this was the place that he visited before. Where there were once spans of nudie magazines were now small tables with photos or vases; the sink, piled high with dirty dishes and chopsticks and empty cup-o-noodles, was clean and shimmering; cockroach nests were cleared out and the stocks of ramen were replaced with ingredients, spices, and all other sorts of culinary delights! Kushina had turned this teenager den into a family home! He would hate to see how she would ruin his own room, Kiba thought secretively; all the comfortable cushion beds and furniture he collected to lounge on, smelling the potency of dog everywhere.
“Just put the bag on the table,” Kushina told him, closing the door and moving into the kitchen with him.
Kiba hesitated. The table was right next to him, but he was reluctant to set down the only cover he had. Briefly, his eyes passed over her form; the well-defined curves, bust and hips. The cords of his neck tightened as he rolled his eyes with a self-chastising groan. His fingers tightened underneath the groceries, his pride refusing to relinquish his cover.
Kushina moved across the kitchen, rinsing her hands quickly and moving with a chef’s precision as she collected pans, strainers, and ladles. “Naruto is so stubborn,” she complained, using the new tone of a stressed mother. It sounded rehearsed, like she’d always wanted to banter with such a voice. “He always sneaks off to Ichiraku…”
Where he currently is now, Kiba didn’t inform.
“So I’m going to make him some homemade ramen!” She beamed as she held up dry noodles in one hand and fresh leek stalks in the other. “You may not think that a chef could come in such a beautiful package, but remember!” She thumped her chest proudly with the fist holding the noodles; many of them snapped. “I used to cook for the Fourth Hokage himself! And he loved my food!” She looked at her son’s friend for a response and saw that he hadn’t yet set down the groceries. “Kiba, set them on the table.” She pointed.
There was no reason for him not to, but Kiba couldn’t just set it down and stroll out. His eyes darted to the hallway, the smallness of Naruto’s home being a sole advantage. If he slipped backward from the table, he could go to the bathroom and… finally take care of his problem.
His ears tinted red.
He shuffled behind the table, his cocky poise traded for insecurity and fear. In one swift move, when Kushina was busy looking in the refrigerator – also more organized than Naruto had ever kept it – he dropped the supplies, turned on his heel, and threw himself through the hallway and behind the door; he turned the loose lock and breathed a sigh of relief. He was in a wolf’s den, but out of its nose’s range. Finally, he felt he could relax and address his stubborn dick. He mentally scolded himself for not thinking to go into the hallway bathroom, but a bedroom was just as good. At least there was tissue available, he thought with a groan of shame. Looking around the room – once familiar to him and his nose – now was the picture of motherly care and fragrance; but Naruto left after her this morning. Kiba could tell that much by the frog pajamas strewn over the floor. Not a problem, he thought.
Carefully, with the appendage being as stiff and as sensitive as it was, he unbuttoned and moved the zipper down. The bulge of his boxers had already formed a wet spot at its tip, and the waistband – accommodating the baffling increase of size – drew away from his skin. “What the hell is going on?” he jabbered, wisely keeping his voice down before peeling off his underwear. He was shocked to see his improved length, swollen to painfulness and stretching well beyond his normal capacity. His skin was stretched thin across his muscle as it took a whopping eight inches; three inches more than he normally could brag!
Just grab it, yank it a few times, and fill up a fistful of tissues! The idea was simple, yet it just felt… weird doing it in Naruto’s room, regardless if Kushina-san stayed in it as well.
As the stress weighted on his shoulders, he tottered around and plopped on the edge of the bed. Relax before the shame… Too bad the lock on Naruto’s bedroom door was flimsy; a bad lock in an apartment where one lived alone with hardly any company was hardly a concern.
Kiba’s blood chilled when the doorknob turned effortlessly, and a chirpy Kushina walked in. “Kiba-chan! Would you like to stay and try…?!” Her eyes were merrily closed, yet she froze – face and movement – when she walked in on the scene of Kiba sitting on the edge of her bed with such a vulgar display of a huge cock.
…
“Excuse me~! I’ll let you finish~!” she sang and began to back out while closing the door. But then thought returned, and the door was almost thrown from its hinges! “Wait a minute!”
Kiba yelped in fear when flames erupted around the woman. Didn’t Naruto possess the Kyubi’s power? Yet it looked like her hair had drawn up and waved in nine tendrils; nine tails!
“Ki-Ba…!” Kushina’s chirpy voice had gone to a reverberating, raspy tone, her front black with shadow against the furious flames. Only her eyes, two glowing yellow demonic circles, were visible in the shadowed silhouette. Slowly, as if possessed by a devil, she tottered forward, boxing Kiba into her shadow, paralyzing him as a cobra would a mouse. “What are you doing in my bedroom… huh?!”
“Wait!” Kiba shouted. His face’s color left, yet his dick resiliently stayed erect. “It’s not like that, Kushina-san!!” But pleas for mercy and due respect were exiled! Kushina kept on the warpath like a juggernaut… one that could only be thwarted by her feet tangling in her son’s idle pajamas. Her feet snagged, and her ominous air evaporated instantly. She transformed back into the clumsy, at-times-awkward tomato head as she fell forward, face-first into Kiba’s lap… mouth-first over his cock.(Just bear with me.) Without either of them meaning to or even intending it to happen – as improbable as the circumstances were – Kushina deep-throated Kiba.
Her eyes blinked at his short pubic hair tickling the tip of her nose. He’d been sporting it so long, the merest contact made him twitch and jet out pre-cum. Snuggly embedded in Kushina’s throat? He was stammering one-syllable nonsense. Already, his aching balls tensed for relief.
Kushina, unwitting of this, murmured her disbelief into his organ and dazedly began to extract herself, but she was slow and Kiba was close. He gasped out an apology, his muscles locking in place, his fingers catching her bed sheets.
Kushina gave a start when a flavor stronger than the meat flooded her mouth. He couldn’t possibly be…?! Cringing, she was forced to swallow; her mouth wasn’t wide enough to let the pungent ejaculate ooze out around his shaft. Kiba whimpered and whined, pumping himself over and over like a mutt in the final throes of rutting.
When she’d finally the leverage, she threw her head back and gasped, her mouth drooling his heavy load. And while the deep-throating may have ended, Kiba’s pent-up release had not. As vigorously as its first discharge, the cock burst like mad and caught the bridge of Kushina’s nose. She drew back with a yelp, shutting her eyes and taking the full force of Inuzuka seed.
“Dammit!” Kiba hissed, flushed and humiliated as he tugged at the base of his shaft to empty the stringy remnants to end his woes. Truly, he was sorry to have done this, but instinct was stronger than common sense and civility. And truth be told, many guys would happily die to have a shot at Kushina like this. Cloudy in the head, Kiba spent himself until he could breathe an unreserved sigh of satisfaction.
If he had seen, he would notice Kushina warily peeking an eye open under a mask of cum, expecting another shot to add to its gooey layers. He would notice the red spreading underneath the drippy white as she inhaled his musky flavor through her nose. And he would notice the briefest pass of her tongue to taste him on her lips…
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Sakura-chan was on a mission, so it was futile to ask her... though he doubted she'd oblige even if he did. Sneaking into her room, however, had become one of the fine arts he'd mastered in his time bedding Kizashi and Mebuki's daughter. After seeing the results with Kiba, Naruto just had to torment Choji with the same prank! He pulled out the drawer where Sakura-chan kept her solider pills and took one from the same store he had before. He snickered excitedly at the thought of chubby Choji dashing across the village in need of a toilet.
Too bad Sakura-chan was not there to inform him that ingesting one of these pills gave stamina equivalent to the mighty Raikage... And the effects were contagious.
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Kiba would have accepted the punishment. Though he could not explain why, it was his fault splashing Kushina’s face with his copious cum. The ensuing relief deserved to be short-lived. He had braced for the tantrum that ended his life when Kushina stepped to him. She was already on the verge of pummeling him before her feet got tangled. She should be more surefooted on the warpath now!
Yet her mouth was surprisingly doting at it gobbled his cock, slurping loudly at the semen that drooled down his length. Now the only thing drooling down his length was her spit as she slobbered over him. Hot moans, practically needy, each time she pushed down towards his base. But she couldn’t force him down her throat; his enhanced length was too much for her. She choked when he clogged her throat with his bulbous head, but it didn’t stop her from enjoying him. He was too elated, too on the verge of happy madness to notice the drugged look in her gorgeous eyes as she nuzzled his sprouting organ. “I haven’t been with a man for so long,” she said breathlessly, almost giggling. The dizziness would have been obvious if Kiba hadn’t driven himself to believe this improbability was truth! All those times, teasing Naruto about his mom’s hotness!
“Is…” His throat double-clutched on him. “Is it really alright… Kushina-san?” He was afraid to ask, afraid she’d come to her senses and reality would steal the dream away. But the dream held, and she made it all the sweeter by giggling in that cute way.
“I said so, didn’t I?” Her teeth flashed against his head before she withdrew to a cute and shy smile. Her eyes twinkled; mischief and cuteness mingled.
Kiba caught her shoulders before her mind could change and kissed her hard, garnering a squeak from her throat as his tongue purged onward to raid her own. He was not gentle and tender; his was a clan of aggression and action, and he seized where he wished: her breasts. He snatched and squeezed them through her shirt, holding them together, trying to discern the two lumps that were her nipples through her bra. Maybe if he was not so brash about it, he’d find them.
Kushina shoved away from him, sloppy spittle holding in a low line between them. Kiba’s ensuing whine was very puppylike. He pressed, trying to convince her to let him kiss her again. This time, as if to discipline a puppy, she smacked his nose lightly. “You need to learn some patience, Kiba-kun,” she whispered sultrily. As indignantly as he groped her tits, she wound her fingers around his swollen balls. He tensed with a groan; none too gentle was her handling of his goods. She watched his face, grinning all the while at the expressions that played along it. Cocky Kiba, pitiful rival to her son, who had mastered unobtainable powers… Did he really think he’d get to plunder the legend’s mom so easily?
She regarded his cock suddenly, as if to remind herself of its meaty size. It was true that she’d not been with a man for so long, and his piece seemed daunting even by adult standards. Minato was no slouch and was efficient as a lover, employing speed with grace as easily as on the battlefield. He always made her cum. Would young, arrogant Kiba do the same?
She smirked and pulled sharply at Kiba’s sac, leering up at him as he yelped and sounded like he was nearly submerged underwater with quick, desperate gasps. “I haven’t heard you beg, right?”
The Inuzuka dick surged strongly at her domineering tone. This was the Red-Hot Habanero! “Please,” he breathlessly gave, and then tried reaching for her. She pulled away, but also took hold of his cock with her free hand. He howled then, jerking his hips upward and clawing at the edge of the bed as her fist flew across his thumping staff. “Kushina-san!” He was about to cum, and she knew it. She released the stem to deny him that satisfaction.
And as much as that hurt, he loved her all the more for it! Weirdly, he thought of the disciplines his mom put him through. Though not sexual, she seemed to have given him reason to find brutal treatment fetching. His cock surged several times; enough to make both him and her believe he was about to have a phantom orgasm, but he found the tolerance to quiet his urges and place him back to a controlled setting.
“Heh. You’re quite easy, aren’t you?” She stood up, spinning around in such a way that her hair flapped against Kiba’s face. His nostrils immediately flared, inhaling her given scent. If he was not so certain that she wouldn’t be cruel to him, he would have finished himself off right now! But the leer over her shoulder was reassuring; malevolent and shrewd, but reassuring… “Well, I’m not.” She suddenly looked away from him, turning her nose up as if his presence was upsetting her. “Did you think that perverted hermit would have been so lusty if he had me?”
Truthfully, Kiba knew very little about Jiraiya and even less about their past, but he could relate to any man being driven wild if they had Kushina-san in a room like this. He wiped drool from his mouth, salivating more than usual over a piece of meat. “Please, Kushina-san,” he tried to beg again, and grabbed his cock to show her how needy he was becoming for her attention.
“Hey!” She came around with a hard smack to his indulgent hand. He recoiled at once while she waved a finger in his face. “Don’t you act like some out-of-control animal in front of me!” She pointed hard at the floor. “Your place should be waiting at my feet.”
When had the tables turned? She seemed like she couldn’t get enough of slurping down his cock a moment ago. Not that Kiba was really complaining. Submissive, dominant, whatever! This is Uzumaki Kushina! He almost couldn’t keep his smile from stretching across his face as he sunk down to the floor, first in an enthused crouch, then in a heel when Kushina seemed dissatisfied. Legs tucked under him, arms straight and fists on the floor, all while his cock jutted indecently from his lap.
“Hmph! That’s fine,” she said, partly unsatisfied. He’d try harder to seem like an obedient dog, but it was so very hard to do anything but gape and lust when she bent in half, pushing her peachy butt out to him and descending her leggings, presenting her backside to him. A pink thong rode up the delicious crack of her ass; Kiba envied how deep it went! No wonder there were no panty-lines to be seen! With his eyes closed in happy arches and his mouth a far-reaching smile with two white points on either side, he almost seemed like a cat rather than a dog; one that had eaten the canary.
“But remember,” Kushina scolded while stepping out of her fallen spandex, still leaning forward while holding up a finger, stressing the importance of her condition, “you can’t tell Naruto!”
“No, ma’am~” Kiba joyously sang. Naruto might Jinchuriki-out if Kiba said it to his face… but at the same time… he could say it to Naruto’s face. Would that be worth a gruesome death? Well, this was worth anything, especially when the thong came out and down. Peach! Peach and honey! He sniffed her immediately when her crotch was exposed, the heavy scent carrying quick. Her pussy was surrounded by neatly-trimmed red hair. Kiba wouldn’t have minded a bit more wildness down there, but it looked absolutely perfect regardless of preferences! Scorched red framing those glistening pink petals, the opening flowering in anticipation. Anticipation for me! Kiba clasped his hands together in prayer, thanking whatever deity gave him this luscious spectacle.
“You seem over-excited. You haven’t even gotten to the best part.” Kushina teasingly winked, sticking out her tongue and opening one side of her cleft. Both holes exposed, and Kiba’s heart nearly exploded. Just let me live long enough to taste! Her asshole was presented, a cute little dimple just above her snatch, which was spread open invitingly, like Kiba had his choice.
He’d want to rut her! He’d want to breed her, fill her womb with his seed before indulging in sodomy.
But both channels were closed when she straightened herself. After all, she had her top to contend with, and Kiba was sure to tear it to shreds to get to her breasts. Not only that, with how heated she felt, the cotton was stifling and the bra uncomfortable to her tightened nipples. The orange shirt came up and over her head, her hair rolling out. Kiba held his breath, bracing for the final exposure to give him a full body shot of Uzumaki Kushina in all her glory! He almost came in the anticipation, but was reprieved when an odor reached the room. He sniffed deep.
She’s cooking something, he remembered, and then went right back to appreciating her lazily dropping her top. Her showcasing of undressing captivated; he would not be distracted again.
Her arm claimed the sight of her full breasts before Kiba had a chance to commit them to memory. They flattened under her arm, which pronounced her cleavage. He saw above and below – nothing a bikini wouldn’t flaunt already – and Kiba became frustrated. One hand slipped from its spot as he pressed forward, trying to see if there was an angle where he could at least discern the color! His lips smacked hungrily. As if he didn’t have enough to feast his eyes on already, Kushina laughed inwardly, but men’s fascination with cumbersome breasts was an enduring thing.
She switched from holding her breasts to merely covering the tips with her fingers. She guffawed at his frustration. “You want to see, right?”
Kiba nodded at once. He was dumber when smitten, less quick on his feet, unable to muster his normal bravado.
Kushina’s eyes turned up as she gave a moment to thought. “You are a very rude kid, Kiba. You knock me down on the street and touch yourself in my room like some kind of lewd monkey.”
Well, Kiba couldn’t come up with a reason for that. Really, she had a point. All around, he didn’t deserve to be bless like this! But if she wanted contrition, he’d abandon all pride! Assuming the traditional stance of humility, he brought his forehead down hard on the floorboards – CRACK!! – and prostrated for her. “Kushina-san! I humbly apologize for the inconveniences I’ve caused you today! Now please…!” He looked up, eyes wide, hopeful pools of happy tears and a swollen red lump between them. “Let me see your tits!!”
Not very elegant, but Kushina appreciated his passion. No doubt Jiraiya-sensei would have done the same or more to get as much as Kiba was. And under normal circumstances, she would never allow anything to go so far! But the moment Kiba’s pungent cum had touched her lips, she felt so flighty and free, careless of responsibility and dignity. Her loins ached now, but that didn’t mean she shouldn’t have fun with her depravity.
“You’re so hopeless, Kiba,” she sang, and then let her tits free. They plopped down with their size, not boasting Hokage-level size, though that didn’t matter. They were Kushina’s! They held a good shape and weight, not yet drawn by age to the floor. With dark pink nipples turned slightly up at the tip of the breast, they waited to be touched and groped, now that Kiba’s eyes knew the way to them.
Only Minato before… now young Kiba. Kushina should lament her loss of integrity; her loins convinced her she could get around it.
Thrusting her hips to the side to strike a nonchalant pose – one that made her boobs jiggle – Kushina said impatiently to him, “You’ll spoil the mood if you don’t do something about it.”
“Uh, right!” yipped the boy before scrambling halfway to his feet.
“No!” Kushina stepped on his shoulder, keeping him down. Of course, with the very particular view at this angle, her leg lifted and all, Kiba was far from complaining. “A dog crawls, alright?”
Swallowing and nodding slowly, Kiba got on all fours with a fifth limb dangling out of reach of the floor; it wept on it, though, a long string of translucent passion. Her foot retracted slowly before she turned about and sauntered over to the nearest level of shelves. She leaned over it, pushing out her peach-shaped ass and inviting him to dine.
Kiba crawled as if he was born to walk on all fours, scrambling across the wooden floor on his hands and knees much like he had seen Akamaru do when smelling steak. And like Akamaru smelling steak, Kiba followed his nose straight to the source.
Admittedly, Kiba was not as popular with the girls as he’d like to believe. Between Sasuke’s good looks and Naruto’s infallible heroism, it seemed like the girls didn’t have time to go for his rugged good looks. And Tamaki proved herself not easy and as complicated and frustrating as cats! Therefore, he was completely inexperienced to pleasuring a woman, which included protocol. So it was a shock to Kushina that his first target happened to be her ass; she hadn’t expected it to be ignored by any means, but it seemed… new to have it offered first. Inexperienced Kiba might’ve thought this an odd fetish to lick the woman’s asshole outright, but he could lick all over her body and it wouldn’t be enough to sate him. Moaning hotly with a salivating maw, he licked all over her ass before attempting to go through.
“Yah!” shrieked Kushina, losing herself and catching on the shelf when he successfully breached. The tightness of her ring sure did impede his spelunking, but it was enough just to traverse the innards of Kushina… at least before his cock stretched her out!
It must’ve been a growth spurt, he pondered excitedly while worming his tongue against her butt. That must’ve been why his cock grew, and because it grew, older women viewed him as a worthy man! He could believe that… because that was the only way this made sense to him.
“Kiba,” Kushina drawled out, now pressing into his fervent mouth. She twisted her upper body to grab a fistful of his hair, yanking his face out of her crevice for an instant. “You’re such a naughty boy.”
And happy to be one! He just smiled and licked his lips before Kushina shoved him back to his work. Lick-lick-lick! He’d never been happier! He made a slippery mess of her cute little button before he worked down to her pussy. The soft hairs tickled his chin and lips as he dove in, and the flavor was more explosive than her ass. He tasted her need and wants; she tasted like she needed a big, Inuzuka cock to fill her up! His tongue flicked back and forth against her gentle labia, poking through once in a while like a sample of what he planned to do when their genitals were leveled out.
He was a messy eater, not like her husband who took his time, licking briefly and tickling particular spots with just his fingertip. He drove her wild until she broke and begged for his cock. Kiba, on the other hand, had gone wild wanting her to beg him. Well, she still wanted it, but she wasn’t about to let a boy green behind the ears break the legendary Habanero! In fact…
“Wumph!!” She had sat down so suddenly that she knocked the wind from Kiba’s chest, his feet kicking up and chasing him down to the floor. She wedged him nice and tight between her thighs, closing her legs to keep him there. She didn’t ease up on him either, stuffing all of her weight down on his mouth. Only the slight scruff of his chin could be seen beneath her; behind her, his eyes only barely made it over the hills of her cheeks.
“Don’t tell me this overwhelms you.” She grabbed his cock, but did not make any effort to speed him through his paces. She squeezed tightly like she wanted it to pop, and then released when the head bloomed furiously from the foreskin. “Heh! Don’t underestimate me!” Warning given, she swooped down and gobbled him whole, curving his enhanced dick down her gullet with no more than a brief, muffled cough.
So it was a challenge she wanted, huh? Kiba thought himself good at those. Who else could brag beating Naruto’s running time uphill?! (Not that Naruto or anyone seemed to care when he breathlessly told everyone afterward.) But this wasn’t a race! This was monumental, and he had already given his word to secrecy. He was no Naruto when it came to promises, but he wasn’t going to back down! He collected all of his nerve and took on Kushina’s challenge… though by the looks of it, it’d be its own uphill race. He had even been given a head start, licking at Kushina’s asshole and pussy a good few minutes before she returned the favor, yet her mouth was convincing him to give up already.
Kiba sneered, crinkling his face, and licked with more gusto, sliding his tongue through her swollen folds and darting it along the clit; he at least knew of that’s importance. His tongue swished along it the more he focused, noticing that Kushina’s throat vibrated with moans if he provoked it enough. In doing so, however, those vibrating hums trembled through his eager length. He had to give her enough without ruining himself! The lack of oxygen was a trouble too, but he found the surplus of Kushina’s atmosphere intoxicating, willing him to continue the assault.
Honestly, Kushina was a little impressed; not very, but a little, which was more than she thought. She had stopped sucking twice already, drawing back and certain that she could watch the wet fireworks fling from Kiba’s launcher, but after a series of suspenseful throbs, the cock quieted and Kiba’s tongue-giving resumed. The second time, she just about felt offended. Does this boy think he can handle me, huh? She swallowed him profusely after that, bobbing while gagging, forcing down the impulse to spit him out and breathe. And just as he took advantage of where he could get to, she also went to extra lengths to get him to empty himself, toying with his swollen balls. They were fun to play with; rolling them against each other, squeezing them, pulling at the texture of his testes. When her mouth came off his pole, she busied her tongue by treating his balls. Lick-lick-lick all over again, getting them nice and wet. Popping one in her mouth was more for her, though, to see if she could; garbling both was challenging and she relented.
“Koofena,” she felt him call. His hips dragged up, sliding his saliva-slick schlong against the side of her face. Was this it?! She sat up, eyes gleaming with expectancy. His untouched cock bobbed as his hips bucked desperately. He moaned out again underneath her, but she shut him up by sliding her butt down. She loved the ejaculation process! So much that she sometimes just asked Minato to masturbate in front of her so she could have a good view of the muscles contracting and the firing of seed.
She certainly had a good seat this time, though she was not nearly as ready for it as she would have liked to have been. It struck hard and fast at her chin, staining it good before its bulk carried itself back down to his trousers. Luckily, the following bursts were not so powerful to close the distance. She watched it erupt like a stalactite volcano spurting white lava over itself, unknowingly carrying release pill pheromones that Kushina haplessly tasted when the sloppy show was over. Giddily, she ran her tongue in frantic circles around his cock, swirling the semen and getting drunk on it.
Even without the ingredients to give him Raikage-level sexual stamina, Kiba would not have flagged at the treatment. Perhaps she was becoming more zealous, though; he felt he couldn’t keep up much longer. But that was a trouble that did not plague him long when he finally got a breath of fresh air when Kushina displaced herself. “Hurry up, Kiba!” she rushed him, sitting on the edge of the bed now with her legs wide open for him. “Put it in while its like that, alright!”
“I will!” Kiba brushed the back of his arm quickly over his mouth before stumbling over and hurrying to fill the gap that previously was occupied by Minato alone. He flushed hard as he shoved up between her thighs, his dark cock hanging over her red mound. “I can’t believe this is happening,” he said blissfully before making his play. He didn’t bother with teasing strokes or anything like that; not when Kushina told him to shove it in before his cum dried. With streaks of white covering his cock, he pushed his tip to her folds, parted her entrance, and charged in with one, surefire stroke. “AH!!” His shout of lost virginity overwhelmed Kushina’s murmur at the pleasure of being truly filled again. His eight inches rolled all the way in, separating her dense walls, smearing them with his current ejaculate, promising to supply more in no time.
Her eyes rolled up as she made a lewd breath, puffing steam from her hot mouth. “It’s so big,” she slurred, catching Kiba’s quivering hips between her knees. He was entirely too clothed, she realized; vest and shirt still on, cock jutting through his trousers. He even kept his gloves on, the ludicrous fool! Yet Kushina loved it! She loved scraping at him, pawing to get to his flesh, able only to leave vicious streaks from her fingernails around his neck. He liked it too, or at least had no objections as she clawed from the back of his neck to his throat. “Do it,” she urged him. “Now!”
Kiba threw all of his weight against her, howling as he made a grab for her rump and straddled her to him. Shaky, bumpy thrusts, but he was getting the hang of it; at least she was moaning as he began to fuck her. Wordlessly, she educated him, latching herself to him in a strong embrace while her skillful hips worked in a rhythm that Kiba could match.
“Oh! Kushina-san!” He buried his happy smile in between her breasts, nuzzling back at forth as they floundered about his face. She cradled his head to her bosom, his flowy hair underneath her chin. He smelled of dirt and water; earthy smells, primal, beckoning the animal in her. Beating his thrusts, Kushina wracked upon him, grunting deep as she rode him to her own satisfaction. He had become just the instrument to her long-waiting pleasure now; he just couldn’t keep up.
His legs gave out, pitching him atop of her, pinning her beneath him to the bed. He was heavier than he looked; more muscle than she guessed. The hitch lasted only a moment before he hoisted her knees into his elbows and began again, hitting the spots in her cunt that made her grunt and squelch loudest. He was particularly proud when a sharp, angular thrust caused a deposit of her own fluids to squirt audibly from her. Feet flopping on either side of him, Kiba switched to one set of toes, groaning as he shoved them into his mouth, sucking on as many of them as he could manage. Kushina liked that, letting him know with a loud wail and a tremble of her loins.
Minato had never done this; Kushina had never known that having her toes suckled would turn her on so much.
Kiba switched to the other foot, but this time, he planted her arch against his face, reveling in the feel and scent of her stepping on him while buried balls deep. His tongue ran a long, broad line of saliva from heel to toe before he met Kushina’s eyes again and pounded deeper, poking at her uterus like it’d open up to him if he was insistent enough. Pulling out to the tip, he gave a moment on retrospect for the both of them, gleaming down to where the head of his cock was almost popping out of her. Kushina had to crane her neck significantly to see the happenings at the juncture of her legs, but only for a moment before Kiba speared forth and struck her womb. Her pussy seized at the sharp feel, resonating to her face as it pulled in a halfway-pained sneer.
“I’m gonna do it, Kushina-san,” panted the boy, his hands now buckled firmly on her hips, drawing her near his own as his thrusts hastened. His balls were throbbing and pulled up in a tight sack. They wanted to spew what may be the greatest load of his life. Every muscle in him began to tic and twitch. “I’m going to do it inside you!” Warning or promise? Kushina contemplated it, the hotness of the young Inuzuka’s loins traveling into her body. She remembered that feel; Naruto was born nine months after it. She chewed her bottom lip, but smiled shrewdly at him.
“But I thought Inuzuka had a preferred position for such things, right?” She leered hard at him, expecting him to get what she meant. Not right away; not until he gave her some hard, deep thrusts that really gave her cervix a good thumping and made her squeal out her joy.
Then he gave pause, the words visibly sinking into his limited focus. “What?” he said breathlessly, his penis throbbing painfully now as he put off his release.
“Do you really want to finish… like this?” She made a vague gesture to how he had her, beneath him, hips bowling upward while she leaned back on her elbows. “Maybe you want something else.”
Kiba wasn’t very quick to the uptake, but that lightbulb finally flicked on, and he seemed overjoyed to oblige, even if she was not ready. She was abruptly flipped over, dismounting his delicious cock, and left wanting on the bed. Kiba scrambled to join her, crawling clumsily across the shifty mattress – firmer than his worn bedding that he shared with Akamaru – and finally went behind her. “You have a lot to learn on how to handle a lady,” teased Kushina seconds before a grateful grunt jumped from her mouth. Kiba refilled her hungry hole, and both were gratified by it.
This certainly felt more proper to the Inuzuka, who had seen dogs in the act more times than he cared to remember. The bitch needed to be submissive. He grabbed a fistful of Kushina’s famous hair and pulled. “I always wanted this, Kushina-san,” he confessed. Maybe not always, as Kurenai-sensei, Tsunade-sama, and Hinata had been the focus of many of his practice runs. But since meeting her, Kushina had risen through the ranks of who he always imagined nailing. And she did not disappoint in the slightest. The sounds she made, the smell of her sex, the way she tasted when he ran his tongue between her shoulder blades! Kushina-san is the best!
Kushina did her best in her subservient posture to meet his hips’ demands, but it seemed that the Inuzuka knew a bit more of how to handle things from this angle. Now she just needed to hold onto the bed, shut her louder cries into the sheets, and let him fuck her until she was done. Tears had actually started to swell at the corners of her eyes when a mighty rush of orgasmic bliss came upon her. Her muscles coiled around Kiba’s piston, closing the hole though he always burst through to make her fit. It felt like her cervix itself was pulsating, ready to drink everything he had to offer. How much of his pre-cum had already puddled there? If there was such a deposit, her own juices flushed it back out in a magnificently messy burst of fluid and screaming that the mattress could hardly suppress. Her body buckled, every muscle flexing underneath her sweaty skin, though none so prominently as the ones around Kiba’s own muscle.
Grabbing fistfuls of her butt, which split the crevice and exposed the button above the split slit, Kiba tensed, stretching his neck out as it hollowed at the collar and stretched his tendons. O sweet Kushina-san! She was trying to draw him to the heavens with this blessing, but he remained earthbound for her. Everything to distract him: doing laundry, holing up in the dog pens when his mom was hunting him down to do the dishes, Choji in the hot springs! Without experience with a woman, he had learned the fine art of edging and had just barely brought himself from the brink. It caused a loss of stamina in his stiff loins, but that was recouped easily enough when he glanced down at where he was embedded in one of his closest friend’s mom’s muff. Naruto would never live this down if he knew, he reflected scandalously. Damn that oath Kushina made him give, but he couldn’t weasel out of it. Pah! He settled his dissatisfaction with a helping of her tits, rounding them up in his hands and jiggling them while she panted. He took and pinched her nipples roughly; hidden punishment for her locking his loose lips, though she cooed and held his hands to her bosom.
She sat up, leaning back into her teenage stand-in for her departed husband. She turned her head, her lips a nice and moist curve that he was certain would give some idea to him or spout some filth that might make him cum on its own! But then her sultry look switched to an inquisitive one. Then she sniffed. His own olfactory senses put him well ahead of her at what there was to sniff, but now she was aware… and alarmed the next second.
“The pot!” she remembered loudly. She twisted away from him, ready to scramble off the bed and see to the dinner she was preparing. One foot got off the bed before Kiba sealed her back to her hips. “Kiba!” she admonished, turning back to him with a swipe of red hair to match the severity of her knitted eyebrows. “Let go, alright!”
Kiba didn’t listen; not this time. His gloved hands stayed put on her waist, refusing to let her go without a struggle. “It can wait!” he pleaded to her without any culinary knowledge beyond campfire fish.
She could backhand him for the insolence! But when he shoved deep into her, she found herself buckling. “Dammit!” she swore; a mouth like her son. “Just… just follow my lead, alright?”
Kiba could say he grew up following the example of strong women, but this was a very different matter. At first, he thought she was trying to supplant him, and he stubbornly dragged her back onto his lap. He did get that backhand for that, and then she told him to follow! One leg carefully got off the bed, and then the other… and then Kiba’s, one after the other, followed suit. And they were a mobile unit of fornication; Kushina still wedged atop Kiba’s cock, she shuffled across the room with him giving chase, not wanting to lose the comfort of her body. A moment or two of stalling, Kiba gave in and pumped so frantically that Kushina’s knees were put in a state of weakness before she reprimanded him – “Okay, let’s move some more.” Her feet were awkwardly splayed out, catching the floor on the balls of her feet mostly rather than the full bottoms. Relentlessly, her boy toy went at her cervix like it was his mission to make her cum again before the kitchen.
What if Naruto comes in?she fretted for a moment when in the doorframe. Her thighs contracted and her head fell. A mini-orgasm, but potent enough to slop the floor with the messy spoils, hitting the floorboards like rainfall. Crimson curtained her forlorn expression. Her hands held tight to the threshold whilst her toes curled. Inuzuka…! She picked up her head, sweat rounding her eyes, but she was determined to make it, determined not to swing around, throw Kiba back across all the distance they had waddled across and show him how the Uzumaki fucked! No! She had to make it to the kitchen, or her dear son would be forced back to Ichiraku for nourishment!
“Ah! Stop! Ahh!” The more she protested, the more she dragged her feet forward, the more persistent Kiba’s hips were to convince her to just let him rut her on the floor. But inch by inch, foot ahead of foot, Kushina finally made it to her objective, albeit loudly with a final jerk that tossed her frontally into the stove with a loud clatter. The pot was boiling. She could relate, but the dial needed only to be switched back to stop its frothing.
“There,” she wheezed, almost giving a smile before Kiba reminded her that he was still inside her and still needy. She went with it this time, conceding to his thrusts and putting her ass back to him as much as she could. “Harder!” she commanded, glaring back at him, like she wanted to put punishment to her cervix. Kiba obliged with a swear to her enthusiasm. He melded to her arched back, grabbing her around her midsection like a belt, but his other hand seized her bounding breasts. Her tongue ran across her upper lip as her eyes turned up to see an unseeable light. “Just like that,” she slurred in fond remembrance of amazing sex.
“Inside,” she heard him behind her. “Inside!” Over and over again, amongst other, adolescent things spoken. She didn’t and wouldn’t object. His hot seed had gone down her throat. How would it feel to make stock of it inside her craving womb?
Kiba wound himself up to give her a satisfying pounding to the best of his capabilities, but never got the chance. Before he knew it, he was thrown off and out of her by terrifying strength. It was like a judo master had grabbed his arm and flipped him onto the table, knocking leftover chopsticks and ramen cups to the floor in a loud clatter. It all happened so fast that Kiba hadn’t time to even lift his head up to try to figure out what was going on, though he was already praying that Kushina hadn’t taken offense to his little game earlier. Apologizing worked well in the past, and he was really to crack his skull to the floor over and over again even if it meant only shoving his nose back into her pubic patch.
Yet mercy was on his side when Kushina mounted him, prowling atop of him until his cock was caught underneath her pussy. He bit his bottom lip hard, glancing down to see how nice his erection looked sprouting from her bushy crown of red. He was torn between her nether lips kissing his cock, her tits hanging above him, or the erotic and intent gleam of her eyes and grin. “Hm! Did you think you could get away with that, Kiba?”
Kiba swallowed hard.
“Heh…” She didn’t let his eyes stray. She commanded him to keep eye contact while her hand snuck between them, taking up his cock. Then she shifted a bit, lifting her pelvis off of his for the purpose of reangling the pole. “I think we should, alright?” She licked her upper lip and planted herself on the head of his cock.
“Wha…?” Kiba fell off in a drone, eyes rolling back as Kushina carefully sheathed him inside her again. She was graceful and merciless in her stride, every inch considered before entry. When he spoke out of turn, she latched a hand around his neck like a choker. Stay silent, her stare told him. Stay silent or get out. He chose the former easily as his face reddened, and then started to turn blue. Even her hand clutching his throat was glorious!
Not that it wasn’t absolute torture for him as well. He arched off the table with a prolonged grunt. He attempted to act on his own, unsheathe and re-sheathe, but Kushina double-fisted his shoulders and gave him a reprimanding whack! onto the table. “You stay until I tell you, alright?” she wheezed, bated but unflappable. She rolled her rump slightly, swishing his stud inside her, tantalizing him on a mission to go mad with need.
“Kushina-san!” He sounded choked and desperate. His body curved again, but the bump on the back of his head warned him against being hasty. He pawed her hips instead. “Please…!”
She just huffed out her arrogance and the pride she had in herself, and then she gave him what he so desperately needed. Bit by bit, she let him emerge from her tight quim before claiming it back inside of her. With her hands still latched onto his shoulders – now for support rather than dominance – she took and retook his cock at her leisure.
Don’t come home, Naruto, alright? she prayed while leering down at the shaggy-headed boy beneath her. Not yet. She chased the natural arch back down to the base when she pulled up to his stubborn tip. The slide was slick; Kiba hitched his gasp just to listen to it, the long squelch of his manhood slipping back into Kushina-san’s cavern.
His balls were thumping by the time she did her second round. They swelled with the threat of exploding if they were not allowed to unload. Would unloading offend her? He wondered if her wrath would be terrible, with whips and leather corsets and boots only his tongue could clean! He bit hard on his bottom lip before spouting his confession. “I can’t anymore, Kushina-san! Please!”
At the sound of his cry, Kushina reached down and grabbed both of his testicles in one small, strong hand and gave a tug that would make his ghost itself lunge! “Not yet,” she urged him before bucking like she was riding horseback. Screwing her eyes shut, focusing on the rod penetrating her, she told him over and over to hold on. “Just a little longer!” Her red-crowned crotch headed the gallop of her ride, pink and pristine petals glistening and getting wetter. It was not long before the hand that gripped him retreated to tend to her own needs, to stimulate and strum the swollen crest of her cunt until her body began to tense. “Right there!” became her mantra. “Right there, alright!”
“I can’t!” gurgled Kiba, choking on his own withdrawal. Not for a second longer could he command his body to obey his redheaded dominant. The pen was opened, and the flurry of potential pups rushed down the tract.
The backwash came almost immediately; the first two loads saturated the cervical wall and bled through with sheer intent while the following bursts overloaded, pouring back along the length until a white squirt leapt free. Just because Kiba was spending himself to the marrow did not mean she was complete at all. In fact, having his cum bed inside her only fueled her to act more aggressively! She ran her fingertips more frantically along her clitoris to meet the conditions of her lusts. Did he not resume when she was in the tremulous throes of pleasure on her feet?! She plunged him into his mess, wetting him in his own slick which aided her ride.
“Don’t stop yet!” she cried to him, though he hadn’t a word to give in the matter. Riding as frantically as she was, pounding his firing cock as deep as she could get him, he could only brace for impact and hope that the table’s legs could take Kushina’s passions.
Through her hair, she pinched her clit, rolling it against the pads of her fingers and finally found that relief she was searching for. With a screeching series of howls, she switched the way she leaned, catching herself on her arm as her hips threw forward. The slit of her sex quivered beneath her coaxing digits before the vigorous stream of her elation gushed onto Kiba’s attire, belly upward. Her hand, lost of direction, ran along her slick lips, messing herself along the way as she reached for every spot to stimulate, yet no spot she touched could cause such revelation as the shaft’s reach in her colon. The firm space spread wide around him, and now warmed by his gooey deposit; it was literally breathtaking, and amidst her release, she had to take a moment to collect her mind, for in that moment before, the energies within her flared. Not the terrible magic of her Habanero aura, but the chakra of a concealed beast.
“Ughnn…!” With one more push down, she completed the rounds of her climax and settled on Kiba’s spent pike.
Kiba felt that he could die; that he was honestly ready to pass on, for the reality dawned suddenly and tremendously on him: he’d never achieve such a climax again. Kushina had never been bragged about as Tsunade had, nor had she the past of desirability of Kurenai-sensei, but this connection was swiftly lived. The drug that had brought him here – without his knowledge or understanding – had gone through his system and now flooded Kushina’s uterus, stirring about her insides until ganging up on the sole egg.
He was hardly of sound mind when the weight of Kushina lifted off of him, his cock making such a lewd noise as it slid through her puffy vaginal lips, though it was much more potent to hear and feel the remains of him dripping out of her when he sluffed out. “That was… amazing, Kushina-san,” he said with a voice aquiver with emotion. He bit back a sob, holding onto the shred of masculinity that threatened to pour out of him.
What now? The urge had ebbed, but not the ambition! He’d want this again… and forever! How did a teen beg a model of a mother, reborn from the dead (or whatever), to put him into slavery to get access to her body again?!
He could not find an answer when he felt his cock ushered into heat again. Warm, wet, and filled with semen. Kushina chortled as she pampered his weakened cock against her vulva. She couldn’t possibly…?! “That was…! We just…! I can’t…!” He couldn’t finish the statement, his body forced to rise to the occasion by Kushina’s voiceless command. He might’ve run through Raikage-level stamina… but Kushina was a whole other level.
She snickered some more, tracing her hands down his sternum, nails scraping at his clothes. “You can go again, right, Kiba?” It almost sounded like a threat if he should reply no.
She had the reins, pulling Kiba up from the table to lead him where she wanted him. But he resisted pitifully. “D-don’t you want to cuddle instead?!” he pleaded, not yet up to the task of fully satisfying the insatiable Uzumaki. Grinning cutely, though, she coaxed him into her and straddled him in for another ride.
ccc About an hour and three ramen bowls later ccc
“Thanks, old man!” Naruto muffled out around a hastily-ingested broth, gulping it down messily while holding the bowl of salt ramen. Teuchi just waved him off, certain to see him again soon when his mom made the less-tasty meals that the teen was still unaccustomed to. After swallowing the last bit of pork ramen withheld in his cheeks, he sighed heavily and happily and clutched the gift to his mom. She’ll be happy to have a snack, he though proudly. ‘You might be better off giving her a bouquet,’ Ino had suggested when he ran into her on his way to Ichiraku, but Choji had countered that food is the supreme source of love and happiness, which Naruto agreed with. Ino had given up completely and left the two to their ridiculous devices. Choji, of course, had time for only one bowl before practice with his dad, but his meal was completed with a pill stashed stealthily into his portion from Naruto’s hidden hand. A prank that Naruto might not be present for, but it was ultimately worth it just to see the look on Kiba’s face when it took effect and chased him all the way home.
He carelessly opened the door to his home and walked headlong into the sight of his mom’s naked ass on the table, seated atop his friend’s lap. Her redhaired muff split around a very swollen cock, which was greased by a white coating.
The ramen dropped from his hand.
“MOM?!!”
And outside, Choji ran down the streets with an eager erection. He bypassed everything and everyone… going straight for his dad.
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