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The Shared Bed
By : c0p13r
Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female
Views: 40614 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: I don't own 'NARUTO' and make no money from this fic.
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            The first time was innocent; or so Hinata would say if she were ever to be questioned on it. She and Boruto had fallen asleep sharing a bed; a common occurrence when the head of household was holed up at his other house and the wife was lonely. Boruto acted the part of altruistic substitute for companionship, but Hinata saw that their son missed the father too. Loneliness and neglect were hard to combat on one’s own, after all. They spoke while staring at the ceiling, dressing in their nightwear. His mom’s bust shifted freely in her flowy gown; she kept them so well-supported during the day, though. But his interest in them was contained, at least, to boyhood curiosity.
            Naruto was the matter of topic, and Boruto described him in inappropriate ways and Hinata soothingly defended his honor. “Your father dreamed about becoming Hokage,” she said. “He must take it very seriously.”
            Boruto huffed, turned away, and said more to the pillow than to her, “He also dreamed about having a family.”
            They had fallen asleep some time after that. Not unordinary; in ways, Boruto seemed more dependent on his parents than his sister. Hinata slept soundly, turning infrequently from one side to another while the boy sprawled and kicked and turned and snored.
            It was during one such turn that he plunged heedlessly into Hinata’s chest and woke to the soft buffeting encasing his head. Part maternity, part blessing, all woman, plush around him like a gentle set of pillows. And lazy to waking, Boruto thought it was a pair of pillows cradling him, so he pressed a hand on one and gave it a squeeze. A soft, warm breath of a moan alerted him that he was stifled amongst his mom’s pillows! He’d have jumped away had her arm – light on its own, but sturdy in the dead of sleep – not draped across him. So he was forced there, enflamed cheeks pampered by the milky pair that once fed him. It almost felt familiar… The closeness certainly reminded him of infanthood, and the scent of her…
            Boruto closed his eyes and settled, trying not to lie to hard against the boob underneath his face. If I go back to sleep… Back to sleep, this would be harmless, and really, it was a harmless incident… until his eyes broke open again, unable to stave off the intrigue of an undisciplined boy.
            The collar of his mom’s gown was significantly lower than her normal, modest attire. Lace of pale lavender stretched gently across her bosoms, and Boruto’s plummeting presence tested their ability to handle the weight of them. The gown slid down dangerously. She had once nearly passed out from embarrassment when Kiba’s claw had nipped through her mesh top during training, baring just the slightest glimpse of the top of her breast. Now, the prize of the tit itself was close to exposure and she didn’t even shiver.
            Well, when the nipple popped free – courtesy of Boruto’s hooked finger – she murmured. The summer night was not brisk at all, so the brown circle remained a smooth disc with a gentle nub seated in the center. Even so, Boruto awed at it. So different than his own. And my sister’s! His sister’s were pink and small, and hardly begged attention like the globe sloping to gravity.
            He poked, and nothing happened. He poked harder, seeing his finger sink into her plump mound. He poked the nipple dead-on, as if to shove the nipple inside out, and then Hinata shifted. “Ah…” Bountiful breasts, and sensitive too… She did not give them the attention she should have when she was younger, though Naruto had made up for that, fucking her every chance he got until he became Hokage. Now they were tender and aching for attention.
            Boruto didn’t know how to communicate that attention properly, but he was very roused by them. If he had hoped for sleep before, he knew it would not happen now. His blood was running hot like when he was playing vigorously with friends… but different. He felt like he was perspiring harder than when he ran, like his body was forcing out sweat. And, strangely, it felt good to apply his privates against his mom’s soft belly and thighs. It’d grown so uncomfortable and rigid down there! Normally, that only happened when he watched girls playing in their swimsuits in the streams…
            He pondered how plump the nipple had become since first viewing it. He pinched roughly – not intentionally, but it caused Hinata to quiver and recoil – and gave a light tug. “Doesn’t milk come out of them?” he whispered to himself, vaguely remembering how Mom would cradle baby sister to her exposed breast to feed her.
            He was too old for baby’s milk!... Still, though… He could not quench his thirst for knowledge of the plentiful breast. His mouth nuzzled first at the risen bud, searching for any trace. Unsatisfied, he slurped it into his warm mouth, tongue glazing it with saliva.
            Hinata moaned aloud, the treatment stirring to her loins. An empty feeling stirred in her and split her legs open. Damp and hot, but nothing to envelope… The disappointment tugged her impulse to roll her pelvis in need. Her head twisted to the right, her pursed lips opening for bated breath.
            Her writhing and turning onto her back had stolen her nipple from Boruto’s curious lips. Milk had not yet come out from the nipple, but all the same, Boruto seemed fixated. Different yet same from Chocho… Hinata’s gown, while somewhat conservative, flowed loosely; with a little bit of wedging, he popped her left breast out of the arm hole, closing the cloth in her cleavage while he hurriedly tested his intrigue with this nipple. His tongue flicked on it, padding it with saliva before slurping on it. He was up on an elbow now for leverage, leaning partly on her to suckle on her chubby chest.
            She was once a kunoichi of skill; not renowned like Dad, but she had been a part of the prideful Rookie 9. Since those days ended and peace and motherhood monopolized her time, she had lost the tone of everyday life-saving exercise. While not heavy, her body had become softer, and his rigid penis indented the side of her stomach. And it felt particularly pleasant. He couldn’t say why, but when he jabbed his hips to her body, bending his little prick until it was trapped between their bodies, it was satisfying. His lips peeled up at one side of their suction to let out a hot breath. “Mom,” he wheezed, and jabbed his hips again.
            Unconscious to him, Hinata shifted again, her chest heaving more than before while sweat matted her hair and gave the crimson of her skin a fine glow in the low lamplight. Her separated legs opened further to vent the heat, but nothing would sate unless it penetrated her.
            Boruto didn’t know what had come over him when his hand shoved down the hem of his bottoms. His groin just felt so stifled, and it was good to let it out, stretching far as it could with no restriction. Not that he had a staggering length of meat; he was still quite small, but reaching the age of further development. The slight three inches first poked against Hinata’s meaty side before veering up and mashing between their two bodies.
            Boruto immediately wheezed like the air was sucked from his lungs. Wow! That felt so good! His mom’s gown was soft, but her heat radiated through and warmed his thumping cock. What was this?! Boruto fed his mouth more of her tit when his body was taken by spasming thrusts, vaulting his hips into her side as if attempting to rouse her. Hinata turned sharply so that he thought he had wakened her, but she murmured at her dream and stayed soundly within in. Her left arm lifted above her head, inadvertently sparing her breast of decency.
            Its vulnerability stirred Boruto into hungry action. His penis was staining her nightclothes with some wet substance, something he was sure was not urine; it oozed out in speedy and thick trickles, clear and sticky when he pulled the head back from the pink cloth. After making a sound between a moan and a whimper, he salved the fat nipple one more time, savoring the moment, and shuffled on the bed to kneel next to Hinata’s bosom. The mattress dipped, but not so much that it could be noticed. His prick arched over the naked breast, a thread of precum dangling above the nipple.
            The side of her stomach had felt so good, so soft. Her breast in his mouth and against his face had felt the same, but it should feel even better against this. He slid the underside of his cock through the gloss of leftover spit, mingling it when the dollop of his precum. And as he thought, it was wonderful! His throat vibrated with his gurgling moan. That felt good! Both his thumbs shoved down on his erection to keep it indenting the pliable mound as he retracted and shoved back forward. He choked on his moans, lolling his head back as fierce jolts emanated from his massaged dick and made him twitch. It was warm in the room, but Boruto’s body was shivering constantly, his teeth even chattering. His mom’s chest was such a source of warmth, though, and it scorched his penis with hot pleasure.
            At one point, he nuzzled her brown nipple with his pink tip, opening his slit and applying the running fluid against the nub. But stopping did not last long; he needed the slick friction. If only he could wrap her around his dick… He thought about folding her breast meat over him from the underside of her tit; no doubt it’d cushion him and feel more satisfying. Or squash both boobs together and huddle between them! He’d need to risk straddling her stomach, but he had just about given up on caution and reason. A feeling of tension had tightened his balls like a knot. A baser instinct told him that continued grinding would undo the knot.
            “Oh, Mom,” he murmured, fucking her chest faster. Her face was flushed and mouth open, breathing heavily.
            Her dreams were riddled with past love affairs. Naruto-kun had led her amongst a lewd path of sexual encounters that she never believed she was capable of. He confessed a very passionate love affair with Sakura-chan – though Sakura-san would never use the word ‘love’ in relation to Naruto – but he swore he was committed to Hinata only afterward. Hinata was so glad to hear it that she let him slide into her mouth for the first time that night, sucking tentatively until the semen erupted down her throat. Very salty and unfavorable, but she swallowed it to please her Naruto-kun.
            He had always been very enthused in bed, for both their pleasure. There had been times when he would wake her in the middle of the night, his head buried between her thighs as his tongue lapped at her trimmed cunt. She tore at his blond locks when she came, and when she was through, Naruto-kun just wiped the back of his hand across his mouth, kissed her, and told her to have sweet dreams. He was also mischievous in bed. She sounded so sexy when she begged for cock…
            She wanted to beg right now. He was fondling her breast so fondly, like a thirsty babe, piquing her standard center to an eraser head. She had unfolded her legs and exposed her panties’ crotch for him to dispose of. Why hadn’t he done away with it yet? Her pussy was salivating already, making wet ruin of her underwear. She’d have to change when he was through fucking her (though she always called it ‘lovemaking’, even when he propped her on hands and knees and spanked her and said all sorts of lewd things that embarrassed her and rushed her to climax). He once even mentioned inviting Hanabi-chan to share the bed with them. It both disturbed and elated her, thinking of her sister sharing her dear husband. She creamed his cock that time.
            But what would he say this time? To linger so long outside her contracting heat, setting her nerves on edge, making her thrust up to nothingness… “Please,” she whispered through her sleep. “Naruto-kun…”
            “…Mom…” She heard the voice as if far away. Mom…? Mom? She realized that her eyes were closed, that she was dreaming, yet the bed still moved in tandem. Naruto made the frame slam into the wall, never rock so steadily. Her opaque eyes opened, and she realized at once that one breast was out and wobbling in motion to the mattress. And the one causing the motion – and taking liberty of her nude tit – was… a young Naruto-kun? Her sleep had blurred her vision, but Naruto had teased her with transformations during sex before and had her regress in age from time to time to satisfy some fetishes of his own; he had taken her form from their starting ninja years from behind and put a heavy load in that hairless snatch.
            She almost called out to her husband, groggy and confused, but her vision cleared in time for her to notice the style of hair… and that the whiskered cheeks were missing a line. It was not Naruto but their son! Her son! Vigorously thrusting his erect cock against her nipple which was wet with more than just precum, she was sure.
            She was so overcome that she couldn’t even make an initial sound, let alone what it should be! She just gasped, watching the flared head grind energetically against her breast, leading the rest of his cock in a full arch. Boruto himself hadn’t even realized he had taken her from her sleep yet! His eyes were cloudy with unreasonable lust when they were not squeezed shut.
            Only his working ears heard the gasp: “Boruto?!”
            He staggered, falling forward to press his hand down on her stomach as he saw that his mom’s eyes were on him. And as if that gasp carried an ember onto a temperamental exploding tag, he erupted. That painful knot swelling in his sack yanked free, and the tube filled with release; hot, sporadic release that streaked over the mother’s face. She yipped in a very cute way before quickly screwing her eyes shut and pursing her lips as the following volleys carried less and less momentum. But looking at her, she had a segmented and crooked line of cum running down from above her right eyebrow to spotted, oval pools that slipped down the slopes of her breast, ending at where his cock flagged and deposited all remains over her dark nipple.
            “M-Mom?” Boruto gasped in a shaky voice. He’d not experienced something so intense before. Not even when he thought his dad had actually come home for his sister’s birthday.
            For a drawn-out moment, Hinata stayed tense and withdrawn, as if expecting another barrage to rain down on her face. But carefully, she opened her untouched eye to peer at the boy. Her lips loosened with a sudden gasp that spat some of his cum away from her lips; there was still a bit that fell into the orifice and stained her tongue. Sweeter than her husband’s, but she recoiled and soured her face all the same in that instant of reflexive swallowing.
            Boruto had drawn up on contracting muscles, every jerk of his ejaculation forcing his body to knot up. When he had come down, the skin of his cock did not feel so tight; he saw that it was not so long either, dipping down in a slow and exhausted arch until it resided at its normal length with stubborn strands of that whiteness still bleeding from the hole.
            His eyes drank in the sight of his mother soiled with his batter, which brought the clumsy itch back to his loins. The only thing that ceased repetition was the ice in his belly and the bitter hot that poured along the back of his neck. It only struck him too late to try to hide his groin. With the lust jettisoned from his mind, all sorts of bad emotions filled the vacuum; shame most of all seated in his mood as his face blazed. He didn’t look at Hinata and could not even think of a way to apologize for his poor behavior.
            If there was something she had learned from her late Nii-san’s cruelty, she learned the importance of eye gestures. She knew at once that Boruto was contrite. More than just contrite! His lips kept a tight line, but the bottom lip trembled from time to time while his chin crinkled. He was punishing himself internally. His eyes were so heavy that they could not lift if he wanted them to. At least he avoided gazing down at her breast, though she had brought her left arm down to shield her tit until she moved the gown over it again. The semen soaked the cloth quickly and clung to the contours of her taut nipple. That still left the messy streaks lining about her face and neck and collarbone. Her throat flexed as she debated what to do.
            She failed as a mother. Sakura-san or Ino-san; they could raise their voices to disobedient children and put the fear right into them, instilling that what had transpired, what they had done was wicked. Kids were dumb and likely to repeat mistakes often, but not so brazenly. Sakura-san might even spin the child around and smack his bottom. Hinata, meek and the extreme opposite to Naruto, tucked her chin into her throat’s slick, sailed her eyes across the room away from Boruto, and told him as if ushering him from the dinner table, “Go to your room, Boruto, and go to sleep.”
            Boruto’s eyes were a brilliant blue, comparable to his father’s. They shone with remorse that he could not speak. He carefully slid backwards off the bed and looked down at his pajama bottoms now pooled at his ankles. It was a messy way up… but Hinata stole a hefty wad of tissues from her nightstand in time to hand to him. Rather than dab herself clean, she whispered to him, “You should… clean… it… first.” She had not flushed so hard since Naruto first appropriated his cockhead at her mouth.
            Boruto only gave a nod, wiped his saliva-wet penis and testicles until he was comfortably dry with only a slight lingering of stickiness, and then pulled up his bottoms. He was just about through the door into the hallway when he paused. “Good night, Mom,” he murmured, and then looked at her.
            Hinata, with his sperm dangling from her chin now that she had sat up, gulped. “Good-good night, Boruto.”
            After dabbing the runny blotches to sticky stains, Hinata stole away from the bed, hurrying to her bathroom. She locked the door behind her before unclothing. Her breasts fell out from the gown at it passed over her head, a pair of heavy mountains that hardly could bounce under their own weight. They wobbled and played against one another when she moved; they were a wonderous sight with nipples that seemed hypnotic when they rolled.
            She looked hard in the mirror. The areas that had come under fire had a particular shine; mere tissue would not remove the evidence as well as a shower. And she’d need one now. A hot one.
            The steam filled the room whilst she idled away in front of the mirror. A hot shower would scald away the evidence. But when she went to remove her panties, the cotton peeled wetly from her puffy, salivating nether lips and matted fur. She whimpered, pressing her shapely thighs together and felt the prodding prickle of her pubic hair against her flushed skin. Without her Naruto-kun here, would a hot shower really solve anything?
            She switched faucets, letting the steamy water turn to ice.
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To keep Hinata in character, I had to switch versions, rather than have her jump to the conclusion ‘My son’s got a boner! I must be the one to handle it! I am his mother!’ So this version is peppered with obvious hints to what this can become. Next chapter won’t be particularly smutty, but them’s the breaks. By the way, I heard that tbh-chan can’t sleep unless he’s got a silicon mold of what he imagines Naruto’s wang to look like between his butt cheeks like a hotdog. What a weirdo!
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The Shared Bed	By : c0p13r Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 40614 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: I don't own 'NARUTO' and make no money from this fic.

The Shared Bed