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Uzumaki Heat	By : c0p13r Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 33040 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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            Kushina knew what it was like, being an Uzumaki teenager driven by Uzumaki hormones. That was why she wasn’t especially upset when the wadded-up panties rolled out from Naruto’s bedsheets when on laundry day. Zealous and irresponsible boy that he was, he didn’t have time to grab the sheets himself and dispose of evidence of his introduction to manhood.
            Sakura-chan? Or maybe Hinata-chan. Kushina wouldn’t say that he was especially popular like Mikoto’s boy, but when his boyish charm had time to sink in, he could turn heads from Sasuke-chan.
            Kushina did away with the cum-stained panties, burying it in a cocoon of toilet paper and tossed it in the outside trash. Naruto can believe he just lost it in his clutter. She wouldn’t say a word about it to him, letting him keep some semblance of privacy.
            When did he sneak them in? Naruto had always been the sneaky type, but this was on a whole other level. Unless he did the deed elsewhere and took the panties as a drenched prize, he must have really improved on his prowling.
            The second time she found panties in his room – once again, forgotten amongst crumbled covers – she was alarmed. “Again?” She pinched the panties at the edge. Having never found a used tissue balled up carelessly in his room, it shocked her that he was harboring girls to his bed with hard evidence left out.
            She was prepared to confront it, to figure out which girl was so easily seduced and go to the mother. She would look forward to running her mouth off at Mebuki and tell her to better watch her girl. Not that she disliked Sakura-chan; truthfully, she imagined a granddaughter from her would be quite adorable. Marching on the Hyuga property, however, to scold the stone-faced patriarch about his philandering daughter may prove a bit more uncomfortable, if Hinata-chan was the one her Naruto took to bed. Konoha bent over backward for its noble families, after all.
            Yet all her expectations ceased when she encountered something she hadn’t expected. Black panties weren’t entirely uncommon, but there was no mistaking that red dot on the back of them as they unfolded. The insignia of the Land of Whirlpools, heavily blotched with her son’s semen. These were her panties! Stolen from her drawer! She had thought that the amount of underwear was decreasing, but dismissed it as her imagination. Who counted their underwear after all?
            “He’s been using my underwear?” She was more mortified than upset. He did have his options, after all. Personally, when she needed relief, she displaced herself as far as she could from familial familiarities to reach climax. But the Uzumaki had deep roots in incestual practices. It had been warned to her, before coming to Konoha, that her first bedding might come from a cousin, uncle, or even her father. It was perhaps a major factor that played in her choice to accept Konoha as her new home; family had started looking at her with more interest than when she was younger.
            Konoha wasn’t known for such practices. Uzumaki had moments of heady lusts that she called the ‘Uzumaki Heat’. Hyuga married cousins to each other only for purity, but that was all she could recount in terms of incestual practices in Konoha. But perhaps, behind closed doors, there was another family who could very well know the struggles of sexual frenzy.
            Kushina was not thrilled by the notion, but had to seek out advice…
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            “Naruto is of the age,” Tsume mused with little interest, staring with a small sneer at the tea. She preferred stronger stuff; coffee or alcohol. But this was a friendly visit, and she could not impose on tradition. “And if the Uzumaki truly follow the call of the urge – as the Inuzuka do – it’s not surprisingly that he has an interest.” She drank and made a sour face to the taste. She was not delicate, not accustomed to the niceties of teatime.
            Across from her, Kushina was stiff and awkward-faced. Don’t force yourself to drink it… But she switched onto Tsume’s information. “You-you mean this doeshappen?”
            Tsume set her cup down and pushed it away to lean on the worn-down table in the Inuzuka’s dining room. “The Inuzuka meet their hormonal stage sooner than others, and we act on it. Pent-up, we become sloppy at work.”
            Kushina drew back, blushing profusely, and let the feral woman go on.
            “It’s a good thing to know about,” Tsume assured her, noticing the shock resonating in her guest’s gaze. “Or… it’s better that you caught on before it was too late.”
            “What’s that mean?”
            “A man… or boy, pent up with desire, can do strange and drastic things. Kiba was very much the same.”
            “Kiba-chan?”
            Tsume nodded. “He was fortunate to have me and his sister.”
            At once, as if on call, there was a heavy thud in the room above them, followed by a masculine, feral grunt and a feminine “Hold on! Not so fast, Kiba!” The sound of sibling rutting ensued after that, the walls banging as the younger brother rode his begrudging but willing sister.
            Kushina sat stiff and wide-eyed, unsure if she could believe this situation. And more than that, Tsume remained cool and aloof to the obvious sin taking place in her home. “The males grow stupid and careless if they do not get what they want.” Her clawed hand stretched halfway across the table, and her fang winked from between her crimson lips. “If you’d prefer, you can let Naruto spend some time here.”
            Kushina’s throat clutched while Kiba howled in relief.
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            No way!
            Kushina was powerwalking down the way to her home, all angled shoulders and arms.
            No way, alright! I am not sending Naruto over to… to her! Nothing against Tsume on a personal level, but being given that offer… It somehow twisted her heart and gut, caused a strange heat that prickled the hairs on the back of her neck. She needed to get out of there! Not only because Kiba-chan had started to beg his sister for another romp, but because she did not want Tsume to try to entice her!
            And how embarrassing it was, not just for herself, but for her precious Naruto! Now the Inuzuka – or at least Tsume – was aware that Naruto was feeling stirrings that he could not control, explain, or rationalize! Not that Kushina had time to ask since finding her wadded-up, cum-stained panties in his room…
            He might be home now! she suddenly realized. He could be…! Last time her panty drawer was raided was by Jiraiya-sensei! Would she find her drawer turned inside out, now that Naruto had the prolonged privacy to sift and pick a favorite? Not that she had an opportunity to wear them on a special occasion, but she did own a provocative set of purity-white lace, transparent enough to tease her womanhood, and only wide enough in the back to chase the crevice of her backside. Without Minato, though, she had purchased it with only the feel in mind. Well, she added vainly and with a sly grin, they look pretty good on me, alright? It came with matching garter, stockings, and a breast-coddling bra that shoved them up and plumped out her cleavage. She nearly fell in lustful love with herself when she saw herself standing in the display mirror in the changing room, and loved herself eagerly that night, squirting as she hadn’t since Minato! It was good to have Naruto out of the house that night, far from earshot of her squeal of delight as her hips leapt up from the bed and the stream shot from puffy lips to the floor beyond the foot of the bed.
            She shook her head violently, her mind getting lost in her own fantasy. It wasn’t the time to get her legs quivering and her heat stirring, for it took very little to rocket her to sexual frenzy. And she was trying to get home to prevent her son from behaving badly! She nearly went to her shinobi basic training and leapt skyward to travel by rooftop, but remembered well Mikoto’s words. A proper lady doesn’t rush things, she had said mildly at first. Then added, a bit more wisely, And men will look up your dress if you jump over their heads.
            “Feh! Screw that, alright!” Up she went, carried by chakra propulsion, strong legs, and tremendous will. Any harder of a kickoff would have left a solid and deep footprint in the road. She sped over the rooftops, and a journey that would take about ten minutes sprinting was cleared in two. Her haste certainly provided opportunities to get that fruitful peek up her flapping dress – particularly on descents, when the updrafts turned her modest dress into a parachute – but she was confident that her speed surpassed the reaction time of those ambling around the village.
            Good thing the apartment wasn’t locked; her tempered grip would have snapped it in a turn. “Don’t you dare…!” she screamed drastically when she flung herself into the home, assuming that Naruto was already doing some panty pilfering.
            Instead, as she saw midsentence, he was propped at the small, round dinner table, halfway to pouring the steamy kettle into the cup-o-ramen. Chopsticks and egg timer were ceremoniously set to the side for the hallowed meal.
            Kushina felt a wash of relief that he wasn’t about to dive into one of her panties. It was a fleeting relief, as she forbade Naruto from gorging on cup-o-ramen, ridding him of his stash, to work in healthier foods. “Stupid!” She punished him with a downward knock to his head. “I said no more cup-o-ramen, alright!!” With the same offending hand, she snatched the kettle from him and took it to the sink to scour the leftover dishes from last night.
            Rearing his head, coddling the fast-formed bump, Naruto stared at his mom pleadingly. “I don’t eat them as much as I used to. This is my first one in a while.”
            Kushina turned swiftly from the rising billow of wasted water, giving him one of those mother stares meant to frighten the truth out of liars.
            Naruto, still unimmune to the look, was made to look off to the right to lessen the gravity of her accusatory glare. “I,” he hesitantly began under a swift sweat, “might have had some at Choji’s a few days ago…”
            The stare persisted to dig deeper.
            “… and Kiba’s yesterday… twice.”
            THWACK!!
            “Ow! That hurt, alright!”
            “Not as bad as your hurt my Mother’s Pride, alright!”
            Naruto continued to rub where her righteous fist of fury clobbered his head. All in all, he’d had worse from Sakura, but Kushina’s blows were backed by love. That certainly had gravity when she doled out retribution. It was fair, maybe; she’d been obsessed to play the role of doting mother. He gave a mumbled but sincere apology; he did not promise it wouldn’t happen again. Sometimes, he just couldn’t help himself…
            And thankfully, Kushina was quick to forgive. She was just violent by nature, but when the men in her life – first Minato, now Naruto – put on those adorable, sheepish faces after she had her usual outbursts, she’d turn to a gushing schoolgirl, cheeks blooming red and a giddy smile on her face. “Now, now,” she fawned over her son, waving her hand disarmingly while coddling her warm face, “no need for that. I just don’t want you to eat ramen anymore.” She switched to commando mode, now strong and rolling up the sleeve of her fist-cocked arm. “Not when you have a mother who’ll make your favorite dish any time of day, alright?!”
            But my favorite dish is ramen. Naruto swallowed those words and refused to let them ever escape his mouth in her presence. Others in the Village could tolerate his smartass behavior, but a doting mother also wanted the best behavior of her children!
            Switching topics when his mom heading into the kitchen, he asked, “Where were you, anyway?” He had guessed that she had gone out shopping, which normally took longer than it took him to enjoy a cup-o-ramen, hence his audacity to pull one out from his secret stash.
            It was as if Kushina had forgotten all about the edge earlier, but had it all swing back around and knock into her skull again. If you’d prefer, echoed Tsume’s voice in the back of her head, you could let Naruto spend some time here. The bristling feeling shot up Kushina’s spine in a hot flash.
            “Oh, I was talking to Tsume-san,” she answered cheerily and honestly, giving a bright smile to her son. It might have been stupid to be honest now. Her Naruto was friends – or rivals, depending on the timing – with Kiba-chan. If, for whatever reason, they discussed what Kushina was doing there… She’d heard the rutting of Tsume’s children upstairs, and if he was made aware of her presence, would embarrassment make him defensive against the Uzumakis? Would he be able to tell Naruto what kind of advice Kushina was seeking from the primal clan and put an uncomfortable wedge between the reunited mother and son?
            Kushina, against the regular impulse to hit the problem until it bled, chose to give Kiba-chan the benefit of the doubt. And going through my underwear, Naruto has no right to get mad what I do, she said in the back of her mind.
            “How about we go to the hot springs?” she said hastily, before she could think better of it. She was just desperate to switch the topic from her morning – from the intimate meeting with Tsume-san and earlier still when she uncovered the gobs of cum strung through her panties. And, of course, she was very fond of the Konoha hot springs – the co-ed ones too, when she would go with Minato – and knew that her boy shared that keenness.
            When she looked at him for a reaction to her suggestion, she felt her heart lodge in her throat. Naruto was looking at her, and at the same time, he looking further than her, and she realized her mistake. He had deliberately taken her panties and chose them to… unload. Stupid! she called herself abruptly. The hot springs would be the perfect chance for him to…
            “Heh!” Naruto pulled himself to check, his ears red though he tried an aloof pose to seem innocent and coy. Kushina knew better than to trust that pose, as she was the sneaky, mischievous one in her marriage. “That sounds like a good idea, Mom! I don’t have time right now, though.” He brought his thumb out in front of him, poking toward his arrogant grin. “I promised to give Konohamaru and his friends some training to become a great ninja!”
            Kushina had seen only some of what Naruto taught the Third’s grandson. So much wobbling, and Boing~Boing! and sqkwee~♥. She might’ve thought that Naruto had corrupted the youth if Sarutobi Hiruzen was not a closeted lecher himself. And why do all the girls have to have such big chests, she complained in her head, doing her best not to look down and say that her own bust was a bounty itself.
            “But before that.” Naruto chuckled and slid back into the seat at the table, grinning ear to ear. “You promised food!”
            He certainly had a forgivable appeal; she gave him that, an inheritance from his father. She returned the smile, albeit with a bit more edge than the plush cheeriness on Naruto’s face. “I should let you starve for teaching Konohamaru-chan such dirty techniques…” Then she whipped around with a frying pan in one hand and a spatula held out like a scepter in the other. “But what kind of mother would I be if I let my son outside with a growling stomach?!”
            He uses my panties…
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            The meal was abundant, and Naruto made the obvious joke that the Akimichi could not eat as much as she made. But Kushina insisted that a boy his age, who was a Jinchuriki, needed to eat plentifully. “Or the Fox will try to take over! It’s not your stomach growling, it’s the Fox, alright!” Her animosity toward Kurama did create some friction, but she had been saddled with the Kyubi under different circumstances. It was all planned, and she had to live resenting the Fox before it became part of her and ultimately ruined their lives.
            Well, it was somewhat put back right in small ways. Maybe a little, each day, Naruto could sway her to start trusting Kurama as he did.
            Filling up on rice, vegetables and fish – as the Land of Eddies was partial to seafood nutrition – Naruto stuffed the corner of some leftover toast in his mouth and said a farewell before darting the other way through the apartment, not through the front door. “Where do you think you’re going?” she fumed, not able to get up from the table in time to catch him. “Stop going out through the bedroom window, alright!”
            She was scary when mad, but Naruto lovedtesting the wrath of a mother. He laughed as he lunged into the air outside, and finished his toast before switching on his Kyubi cloak – the simple first stage – and vanishing towards the Forest of Death where he’d train Konohamaru about balancing the ratio of tits to ass.
            “Can’t I just make them huge?!” Konoahamaru exclaimed, waving his arms out to the side. “I have the supple stage down! I can just keep making them bigger and bigger! Bigger than the Fifth’s, darnit!”
            Naruto tsked like a master, shaking his head back and forth with a pretentious little smile and his arms crossed. Afterward, he held up a finger and said, “I learned from the greatest pervert in all the Five Lands, Konohamaru! Size is everything, but it must also be kept in check so it doesn’t break the illusion.” He bowed down to Konohamaru’s level, placing a hand on his shoulder while the other waved out in front of them as if to paint the vision. “Imagine a woman with those giant boobs, walking right this way. Yeah, at first you’d look at them and might even like them and think about how heavy and soft they are…” Then the hand came back and turned into a fist, trembling with emotion not unlike Rock Lee or Might Guy’s method of passion. “But then you start thinking how ridiculous they look on her, and the sexiness loses its ground to logic.” Naruto’s blue eyes stared deep into Konohamaru’s dark ones. “Even small breasts can be attractive.”
            To this, Konohamaru had to take out his trusty notepad and jot down this wisdom. “Nii-chan is so wise,” he muttered in reverence while writing, and then looked up with a smart grin. “Smaller isn’t always bad! Just like Nii-chan’s mom!”
            While taken aback at first, Naruto’s retort was to clobber his protégé across the noggin. “Don’t look at my mom’s boobs, alright!”
            “Ow! Alright, darnit!”
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            The plate broke. Normally, when someone was washing dishes in a daze, the plates would drop from idle hands. But for a Red-Hot Habanero, a tense mind meant tense hands, and her hands were made to pulverize. “Dammit!” she exclaimed, and angrily threw the halved shards in the trash.
            Why did she do it?! Why did she have to think of the hot springs?! What better place to rile a boy’s blood than a place where nudity was required?! It could only have been worse if she instead suggested one of Jiraiya-sensei’s old hangouts, where she’d be required to where scanty, provocative outfits, flirting and bending deep to show off her cleavage while filling Naruto’s saucer cup with alcohol.
            …
            Kushina pulled up tight in defense against the image forming in her mind! No, that was all wrong! All wrong, alright! She shouldn’t think of Naruto licking his lips while ogling her like that! She shouldn’t think of provoking him to lust after every inch she teased him with! And she shouldn’t think of serving him alcohol!
            She shouted out loud and scrambled her hair with her clutching hands. “Get out of my head, alright!” She chose to start cleaning; therapeutic cleaning, attacking clutter and dust with a vengeance, dusting mats and comforters out the window with raging shouts that made passersby hurry along and children duck for cover. She scrubbed the bathrooms, ran back and forth down the hall with a rag on the floor until the floorboards shown and sparkled, and dusted her room three times over before she felt she could do no more… except Naruto’s room.
            She stood outside his door, and her flare had dwindled to a shy ember. She tightened her lips, muffling a sound like a whimper. It wasn’t lost on her that she was just in there this morning, discovering the thing that caused all this flustered behavior. She had left the panties in his room where she had found them, not wanting to risk the awkwardness of Naruto finding out that she had found out. So that left her with the dilemma of whether or not she should try to go in and finish cleaning the room. What if she saw it again and did something irrational and destructive?
            She gulped, and like a little schoolgirl, scamper shyly to busy herself with something else. There was a good while of aimless ambling throughout the house. She could have gone out for some light gossip amongst the mothers of Konoha, but after her visit to Tsume-san, she wasn’t feeling entirely up for that. So… she set out for the only thing that could comfort her…
            “One bowl of Ichiraku’s famous salt ramen for our best customer family!” Teuchi cheered as he set the meal down in front of the sulking redhead sitting at his counter in shame.
            She looked up at him from the bowl of splendid guilt and hypocrisy set in front of her. “Don’t tell Naruto, alright?”
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            Kushina ate more than she should have. She knew that by the third bowl, but still wanted to raise the stack of bowls higher next to her. A drunkard did not stumble as much as she did when she turned around and slurred that she needed to get ready for the hot springs.
            Stupid! That was stupid, alright!
            Naruto was home before her, already set up to visit the hot springs, eager and edgy at once. Kushina couldn’t let him see her as anything but excited for some mother/son bonding. She swallowed as discretely as she could and cheered, “Let’s go!”
            As mother and son, they seemed pretty normal walking down the dirt roads. Shikamaru and Yoshino, Kiba and Tsume; they were not so different. Kushina led, holding her toiletry basket ahead of her with both hands, and Naruto held his under one arm. They carried on light conversation, though she prodded heavily on what he taught poor Konohamaru-chan today. Naruto just laughed awkwardly, scratching his cheek innocently and saying that they focused on Rasengan rotation. Really, they focused on swapping theories on how big Ino’s breasts were or how big Sakura-chan’s would get and then employing these to the Sexy Ninjutsu.
            “Stop teaching him to be a pervert!” Kushina roared back at him, knowing better than to take a trickster at his word.
            They arrived at the hot springs, and the attendant was accommodating with a saleswoman smile. “It’s nice to see the Hero of Konoha giving us continued patronage,” she said with a modest incline, and then did the same to Kushina. “And to bring his honored mother.”
            Kushina feigned a laugh, but her ego was hurt that she wasn’t announced as more than just his mother. She had a legendary reputation herself, as more than just a Jinchuriki or the Fourth’s wife. The Red-Hot Habanero title had not been usurped in all these years!
            Naruto, acting gentlemanly, let Kushina take the lead again; she hoped he wasn’t slobbering. Mixed baths were on the other side, away from the natural springs dug into the ground. They were smaller, more intimate, meant to strengthen the comradery of its occupants, though there were still two changing rooms for privacy. When Kushina slid the door closed behind her, she realized that she had been holding her breath since walking down the hallway. And she was flushed! It was hot! So hot in here! She fanned herself until she remembered she was meant to undress. Just quick! Don’t even think about it! The practice of undressing for a shower was a botched mission when so utterly flustered. She tried not to let her mind roam and thought only of each zipper, one by one – though there was only one – and untying the knot behind her dress. Quick, quick! she told herself over and over after skimping off her undergarments and stashing them at the bottom of the basket and placing a handful of bells she had pirated in inside her toiletry kit. It’d ring the alarms if anyone – her lips tightened – tried to sneak away her panties.
            She surveyed the bathing area. No surprise, her son was already rinsing at the shower, getting a good lather and washing it away quickly. He was just fluffing up his hair with suds when he noticed her and waved enthused at her. Only her head was poking out; she was like a turtle only peering around for safety, and would be quick to duck back inside its sanctuary. “I’m almost done,” he told her.
            She waved back, meekly, and laughed, meekly. “Okay, I’ll be there in a moment, alright,” she said like Hinata would. She hoped it was her imagination that Naruto’s eyes scouted her. She pulled the loose towel tighter to her bosoms and considered opting for modesty over convenience.
            Not another glance her way; Kushina was glad – but a little offended – about that, though she wished he would not charge across the wet floor and leap into the bath like it was a pool. He surfaced and exhaled gratefully for the sensation. Particularly after relocating and reconstructing the bathhouse – courtesy of the Akatsuki attack – the intersexual bath was off limits to single visits. “That excludes Shadow Clones,” the other, male attendant snapped when Naruto tried this smartass move.
            But now, he thought, looking sidelong across the room to where his mom conservatively tucked in at the rinsing area, I’m here with Mom.
            Trying to follow her son’s example, Kushina hastened her bathing process, but she had always been so girly about it since Minato. She could get scuffed and scraped and wear dirt patches for days when practicing to be a ninja. But the moment Minato complimented her hair, bathing and soaping up had become such a serene process. It made her feel giddy to think of the compliments she’d get from the one she loved about her hair.
            But the one who complimented her now was…
            “I’ll get your back.”
            Naruto might’ve dumped ice-cold water on her to have her shriek and lunge so much in her own skin; it nearly threw Naruto back. He had already put the soapy rag against her skin, and she tingled from it. “That’s—you don’t need to do that for me, alright,” she said shakily when she managed to bring her heart back down to her chest. “I should—it’s a mother’s job to do that.”
            “It’s fine,” he chuckled back, scrubbing up and down. Once in a while, his fingertip would slip from behind the cloth and she’d feel him touch her skin. Just a slip. Only a slip…! She wasn’t even in the water yet, but she was already atingle. Her toes curled on the heavy-blue tiles. Her breath shuddered. Her nipples, already stimulated by the open air, now puckered stubbornly and wanted more than just soft brushes from her concealing towel.
            The Uzumaki Heat. She dreaded it at that moment, more than before. Not because of other Uzumakis, but because of herself. She’d been swept up in that compulsive state of mind, acting irrationally and leading mild-mannered Minato to deviant behavior. Briefly, before she could rein her imagination in, she wondered how Naruto would react if she suddenly grabbed him by the wrists and took his hands to her breasts and asked what he thought of them. She stopped that fantasy cold before it could lead to hotter visions.
            Kushina shooed Naruto back to the bath after a minute, playing the part of a giggly, playful mother. “Let me rinse off, and I’ll go in with you.” She looked over her shoulder at him, and he nodded. He only held a cloth over his groin. She swallowed hard and turned back around.
            I could almost see it…
            So she rinsed, wishing she could clean her mind just as thoroughly, and then held her larger towel to her chest. She’d have to leave it when entering the water (common practice at a hot spring, indeed) and would be reliant on her hands and the mistiness of the water to protect her modesty. She couldn’t just tell Naruto to look away when she entered. At least he didn’t seem toointerested…
            Again, her eye ticked.
            But she slid in as smoothly as into her morning dress. One long, smooth leg, water up to her red-haired groin beneath her hand; then higher above her navel. She didn’t mean to, but it felt so good, she had to moan. The involuntary sound caused her to blush and Naruto to laugh. “It’s been a while,” she said with a pout, tightening the arm around her bust, puffing her cleavage.
            The water was clean, but with its greenness obscuring the bodies within, she felt – after a while – safe letting her breasts go and actually relaxing. And for a good time, there was silence and peace.
            Naruto is of the age, Tsume’s voice came through the stillness. She winced like she was having a bad dream. A man… or boy, pent up with desire, can do strange and drastic things. Kiba was very much the same. He was fortunate to have me and his sister.
            The thought triggered Kushina most of all. If Kiba was lucky to have a mom and a sister to help, was Naruto lucky to have her?
            “Naruto,” she began abruptly, louder than intended; the volume startled the both of them. She grinned slyly at him. “Is there a special girl in your life?”
            “Huh?”
            “You know,” she prodded, and then poked at him. “I know Sakura-chan interests you.” Then she leaned harder at him to elbow his chest. He was solid. “And I’ve seen Hinata-chan looking at you.”
            Naruto blushed, and then laughed with thick embarrassment. “Well, you know…! Ha!” He wasn’t sure how to answer. It was true, his crush on Sakura-chan and that he was made aware of Hinata’s feelings towards him. But to comment on it to his mom might put too much out there. So he finally said, “You know it’s embarrassing to talk about this to my mom, alright.”
            “No, it’s not,” pressed the redhead excitedly. Out of familiarity, she touched his leg… high on his leg… upper thigh. Near his crotch. It wasn’t intentional at all, and Naruto didn’t do more than flinch.
            Solid all the way down, she noted when she realized how intimately she was touching him. The mounting levity of their visit stopped and plummeted straight back down to silent discomfort. Their eyes met, Kushina’s hand lingered, and it was a moment meant for a passionate kiss.
            Instead, they parted. She sat back at a comfortable distance, and he stared downward. If she had looked, really looked, peered through the misty water, she’d see his erection straining to the bath surface.
            The bath was not dragged out. Under thirty minutes, they were dressed, out, and back home. Neither was especially hungry, and Kushina decided to call it a night early. She dressed into her nightgown, called out a goodnight, and closed her door. It remained unlocked.
            For longer than an hour, she lied awake, tossing from one side to another. She shouldn’t be here. She should be with Naruto, talking and discussing and forming a healthy bond; the kind that he needed. She should tell him of the Uzumaki Heat and learn how to channel it. It was only exacerbated by the dark influence of the Nine-Tails. And Tsume-san said that it was good to catch onto it before it was too late.
            Kushina screwed up her face and drew the blanket closer to her face. She was hearing Kiba-chan upstairs again, moaning and pleading for more from his sister.
            He was fortunate to have me and his sister.
            So Tsume-san helped too? So then… it was alright for her too, right?
            Kushina whimpered and rolled onto her back, covers kicked halfway down her body, arms strewn about her head and pillow, and her nipples still erect and tingling against her flowy gown. Maybe a visit to Tsume-san had done more harm than good…
            Running water in the bathroom; not the shower but the faucet. No toilet flush… Kushina arched an eyebrow, but the soft noise was gone soon and wasn’t thought of anymore, not when Kushina was wondering what needed to be done with her son’s kindled rowdiness.
            The doorhandle to her room suddenly turned… quietly. Kushina almost thought that she hadn’t heard it at all until the door slowly opened. Naruto? She closed her eyes immediately and pretended to be asleep, if only to see what he wanted; she wasn’t in a mood to talk.
            “Mom?” he whispered to her. Did he want something? Sounded more like he was testing to see if she was awake. He called her again, and she just turned slightly to continue the act.
            He stepped inside; she felt it. The air of her room moved around his silent stride. It was hard for her to maintain the breathing pattern of a sleeping person, especially when he came up right next to her. “Mom,” he whispered again. He was leaning toward her slightly, looming over her. She was exposed, defenseless by his reckoning. He could touch her, feel her. Her nipples were stiff and pressing up against her thin gown, distinctive at the top of her breasts. He could look or even touch if he were confident enough that she was a deep sleeper. She should have kicked her blanket further down… because it was hot now. Naruto would have seen more of her lovely legs; legs up her dress, up to her…
            Her heart was racing. Uzumaki Heat, Uzumaki Heat. Irrational behavior. Pent-up men can do strange and drastic things. Naruto was fortunate to have her. She almost whimpered in anticipation. Was this it? Should she ‘wake up’ and see what he wanted? If she slept, what would he still do?
            There maintained a stillness that was so frustrating, but she dare not peek without allowing him all advantages; the time to reflect or muster the courage. But, with heart throbbing in her ears, the next thing she heard was her door closing. Was he closing it behind him after leaving… or did he shut it to contain sin? She granted him a minute before she lifted her head and looked.
            It was the former. He was gone. And she heard his bedroom door close.
            She exhaled loudly and dropped her head back onto her pillow. Despite the sudden end, that visit was… intense! She was fluttery, every bit of her twitching and tingling. Her nipples hurt now. They needed to be soothed. But when she rolled and put her legs together, she had more important matters to tend to.
            “Ah.” She gasped, spreading her legs indecently, hiking up her nightgown to her hip. Her panties, fresh after dressing into her nightclothes, were saturated with her arousal. She could even smell the heady aroma when her thighs splayed open. While her mind was wracked with uncertainty and worry, her body was responding to Naruto’s presence, resonating with his own lusts.
            She fell back again and whined. It’d been so long since she needed to touch herself! But her hands remembered the process. She first groped herself through her panties, then pushed them aside, and then took them off and threw them into her hamper when she needed to sink her fingers into her unsatisfied quim. She didn’t even take the precaution of locking her door…
            In the hamper, where she threw her soaked panties, there was another pair under the first layer, discretely hidden; black with the Uzumaki insignia embroidered in the back, washed in the bathroom sink and smelling of regular hand soap, with all stains gone. The panties worn to the hot springs, worn all day, however, were taken to Naruto’s bedroom.
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Alright! A new Naruto/Kushina story! But this one has direction! I don’t have more than four chapters planned for this story; third chapter is done, but I need to actually write the second chapter first. But before that, I gotta get some other stories, chapters, and Requests done first. You understand. … Right?
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