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Visitor in the Night
By : c0p13r
Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female
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Chapter List
- 1-Sarada Watches
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            The subtle rock of the bed roused her, but it was the voices – hushed in the deep night – that really woke Sarada from her sleep. Her mom’s voice was very quiet but urgent; obviously conscious of her daughter supposedly sleeping next to her. For a moment, Sarada had the hope that Papa had come back early, but whispering back to Sakura was the playfully-quiet voice of Boruto’s father, the respected Seventh Hokage.
            What was he doing here?! So late at night!
            Sarada kept up the act of sleeping, but listened intently; not that Naruto kept the pretense of subtly for anything other than Sakura, who hushed him whenever his voice raised close to normal volume.
            “You always talk too loud!”
            “Sorry,” Naruto chuckled back, and then there was the sweeping sound of clothes rustling, followed by the descent of a long zipper; then a whack.
            “What are you doing?” Mama seethed at him, clearly the one who swatted and interrupted the descending zipper. The bed moved a little; shifting weight, a turning form. Sarada may have had the Sharingan, but she had learned to be perceptive and reliant on her other senses before that awakening. She mapped the room from memory, and played the current scenario with keen accuracy in her mind’s eye. The slant of the blanket meant that Mama hadn’t got out of bed, but had pushed the covers back. Nanadaime-sama must have been standing at Mama’s side, likely dressed in his cloak by the earlier ruffling, and it was his jacket’s zipper sliding down that she’d heard before Mama interrupted.
            Just what was going on? Not even Papa showed up like this, unannounced at night. It was always early morning, he’d knock at the front door like a visitor. Nanadaime-sama came in, perhaps through the window; Sarada did notice a brief draft, but the window was closed. Did Hokage have the authority to enter houses of his own volition on business?
            “Sarada’s right here!” Mama contended, her tone slipping in civility and volume.
            The Hokage made a thoughtful, puzzled noise, probably rubbing his chin as he contemplated Sarada’s back. She could feel his gazed fixed on her. It gave her a thrilling chill. She was pretty traditional about who saw her in her nightly wear; not that it was anything gaudy or flashy, but to her it was somewhat intimate.
            She wanted to see what face he was making. Not as outspoken as Chocho, but there were certainly feelings stirred for Boruto’s dad. For Boruto himself, when he had done something foolhardy but not selfish. But there came a certain revolutionary maturity in girls who stepped up to the Academy; when they realized Uzumaki Naruto’s warm charm was more desirable than Uchiha Sasuke’s cold indifference and good looks.
            Had Mama made that distinction, that switch so late in life? When it was too late?
            As naturally as she could, Sarada rolled on her back, arms tilted, baring her flat chest, wondering what Nanadaime-sama would have to say about her figure? Hardly a boon when compared to the bustiness of Boruto’s mom who, for all her coyness, could not hide those buoyant globes when joining at the hot springs with her rowdy daughter. In Sarada’s favor, however, was the trim of youth and the burgeoning of her hips in promise of someday being a very amiable child bearer. Not to mention her streak of forwardness and tactful bravado, a willingness for adventure that men seemed to desire.
            “She seems pretty fast asleep,” Nanadaime-sama concluded, with a sort of offhand manner that almost made Sarada’s features slip into depression. She held strong, inhaled deep through her nose, and puffed out steadily through her pursed lips.
            “That’s not the point. Stop!”
            The zipper concluded its venture down. Sarada felt confident in taking the slightest peek through her eyelashes. Yep, Nanadaime-sama was there as she had assumed, Mama sitting aside him, hands protesting as he opened his jacket. But when his blue eyes widened to Mama’s objections, Sarada closed her own, fearing his perception might widen to her.
            “So you want to go to another room? Sarada-chan’s room?”
            Sarada tried not to gasp; luckily, Mama was louder and had hit against Nanadaime-sama’s sternum. “Of course not! Shannaro!” She stifled a snarl, muttering something about how he irked her.
            Nanadaime-sama, on the other hand, chuckled, the sound of him lowering. Stooping. Mama’s voice was suddenly muffled, her giving a startled gasp. An unusual, unfamiliar noise in this house, but Sarada – heart hammering – knew the sound of a kiss instinctively.
            Naruto-jisan was kissing Mama.
            Sarada was tempted to break cover, get her eyeful, and condemn the both of them. But she was more tempted to know… just where this was going.
            A soft sigh from Mama. “What if she wakes up?” she asked, probably pouting from the sound of her, trying to balk Nanadaime-sama with those sultry eyes of hers. “You can’t just show up like this whenever you want, you know.”
            “Sorry.” He was amused. Cloth moved again; softer, likely Mama’s pajama top this time. A quick peek to confirm… Yes, his hands were at Mama’s top, busily unbuttoning while Mama did nothing to stop him. Sarada could only see part of her face from this angle, but she saw those green eyes, straight on Nanadaime-sama’s smiling face. Condemning or provoking? Sarada hadn’t mastered the facial language of women yet, but it was certainly a powerful move.
            “Uhn…!” Mama gazed down at herself when her blouse was pushed open, breasts wobbling slightly before Nanadaime-sama’s hands collected them reverently. He didn’t say it, but Sarada could read at least this much. They’re not so big, in comparison to his wife, but they have gotten bigger. Mama must have been able to read it too, because her eyebrows joined in annoyance to the observation. Sarada had seen her teenage photos. Not much chest to speak of when Ino-obasan was standing right next to her, but motherhood had done right by her in the end. She at least wasn’t flat.
            “Don’t act like you’ve got all night,” Mama scorned him while Sarada begrudgingly resealed her eyes. Nanadaime-sama laughed again and went to his work. His mouth filled with something that muffled his voice and made her mom whimper. A mouth full of breast meat; Nanadaime-sama wasn’t any less uncouth than when he was gobbling down Ichiraku ramen. Mama warned him, her breath rising in hot urgency. The sound of something moving on the bedsheets; Sarada discerned it as her mom’s legs opening and granting access to their Hokage.
            “I can’t help it-tebayo. You always want it to be fast!”
            “Because we might get caught. Idiot.” It sounded endearing despite her impatience. Another joined sound of kissing on the mouth, Mama sounding more enjoyed this time. Sarada looked and saw that they were passionately lip-locked while his hands stayed on her full breasts, squeezing and tantalizing her pert pink tips.
            Sarada felt a quiver in her stomach, her crotch heating.
            Nanadaime-sama’s left hand traveled downward and hooked two fingers to the middle of Mama’s bottoms, thrusting inward to make her gasp. “Naruto!”
            “You’re already wet, Sakura-chan,” he teased with an oafish grin, much to her embarrassment.
            Mama scowled, knocking a hand back from her chest, showing some dignity as she threw her blouse over herself, but did not button up. She stayed the hand that was trying for her quim. “I told you that Sarada’s here.”
            Sarada quickly shut her eyes again when Mama turned to her, and felt a finger brush at her bangs lovingly.
            “What’s she doing here anyway-tebayo? A nightmare?”
            “No, I think she’s been feeling lonely…”
            Sarada’s resting face pursed a little. The chaos in her mind could have filled the room with racket! S-Stupid Mama! It’s you who’s always feeling lonely!
            “Heh, if she feels that way,” Nanadaime-sama teased, “you could send her to me…”
            “No,” Mama snapped the offer off at the leg, and if Sarada didn’t know any better, she’d say it was jealousy that edged Mama’s voice. “It’s bad enough that we…” She trailed off, giving a sigh and muttering Papa’s name.
            The mention brought a somber atmosphere. Nanadaime-sama gave her this reprieve, but wasn’t going to offer to leave. They were in the thick of it now. Mama shouldn’t have kissed him back, shouldn’t have let him touch her, shouldn’t have welcomed him in!
            “Hinata!” she hissed at him when the bed sunk under his encroaching weight, as if that was the last line of defense.
            “She’s tired and stayed the night with her sister. Think I should…?”
            Another suggestion that Sakura’s envy did not permit. Her body reclined next to Sarada, the bed sinking just slightly under her form. “Just-Just be quick,” she urged him, trying to seem stronger than she was, “if it’ll help you rest at home.”
            “Right,” laughed Nanadaime-sama, mounting Mama’s thighs and rising to address the front of his pants. Sarada could guess what was happening just by sound… but she had to peek. Sex was imminent. That meant, what was being taken out was soon going to be stashed away, not visible unless she had a Byakugan. She gently lilted her head toward them – Mama got spooked, but Nanadaime-sama remained confident that they were safe. – and with the merest movements, she watched him through her lashes again. Blurred, like watching through a dark cage underwater without her glasses, she saw the Hokage’s hands open his trousers, push them down a little, and fish out a girthy appendage that made it necessary to cover up a gasp with a sleepy murmur. Both adults didn’t address her, and she watched unhindered as Mama’s hands coursed over the large thing springing out from above Nanadaime-sama’s boxers. It was definitely huge, even if Sarada’s sight wasn’t great.
            The Sharingan fixed that. Scarlet appeared in between her lids – just slight flashes – and her vision came into focus. A cock bigger than those shown in textbooks, even the ones she took from Mama’s collection to preen over the male form. This was a penis. No. Like this, it was an erection, muscles all tight, tubes within bloated and reconnected to channel a separate sect from the bladder. Veins bulging, membrane at the tip pulling back as the head engorges, the entire shaft filling with blood! Could so much blood be spent to make that thing so hard?!
            “Quick,” breathed Mama, and Sarada wasn’t sure time was a factor in this request. She shuffled down the waistband of her pink pajama pants. Her wet slit was crowned with trimmed pink hair. Nanadaime-sama trudged his cockhead through that thatch, exhaling happily from the feel while Mama tensed up, especially when he rubbed over the nub known as a woman’s clitoris. Was it so sensitive? Sarada’s own self-inspection to this matter didn’t yield much to her knowledge, so it must have come with physical maturity. Though… she was starting to feel very stifled in her own bottoms and thought that caressing herself down there now would be enlightening.
            “Aha,” exclaimed Nanadaime-sama, smiling to Mama when the tip of his erection nuzzled up against her sex. She held her breath, sealing her lips tightly as he brought his hips forward. In slower motion, Sarada could perceive the union of Uchiha Sakura and Uzumaki Naruto. By comparison, Nanadaime-sama’s shaft would probably stretch all the way to her own stomach; Mama probably had more room inside her after carrying Sarada for nine months.
            Sarada closed her eyes just in time when Mama asked, “Is she still asleep?”
            “Yeah… Uhn! Sakura-chan, you’re so tight-tebayo!”
            “S-Stupid,” slurred Mama, twitching next to her daughter. “It-It’s just that—ah! Careful!—you’re big! And”—Her blush was so loud that Sarada could hear it—“it’s been a while. Ugh! Not so deep!”
            There was some rustling beside her, but Sarada dare not open her eyes yet. They were at that risky part, when their mission was at their most crucial moment and their guard needed to be up. They settled, Mama likely spreading her hips to accommodate the sheathing of his cock, her breath trembling like she was nude in the cold, him exhaling in comfort. He must have correctly hitched. His weight compressed the bed, though Mama told him not to dawdle. She was always very strict.
            And she got the Hokage to obey.
            Sarada’s body had to be loose to seem truly asleep, so her body moved in rhythm of the bed’s shaking. It was such an intimate experience, jostling to the tempo of the Seventh Hokage’s hips as he defiled her mother. But Mama sounded content if not entirely joyful, despite how she sounded distressed each time the squelching at the insides of her legs was quickest. Nanadaime-sama huffed through a smile.
            “Amazing, Sakura-chan.”
            That loud affection again… “Just keep going.”
            The rocking increased, and Sarada’s limp body was swaying somewhat recklessly. She’d roll if she didn’t stop herself, and she wasn’t going to blow her cover – even if the two perverts could stop admiring each other long enough to notice her.
            Mama was groaning louder. Slam! Her hands had gone back, bracing on the headboard of her bed. “Naruto,” she got out.
            The bed bounced as Nanadaime-sama fell forward. His breathing, his animalistic grunting was so close to Sarada’s ear, making her body sweat with excitement. She wanted so bad to open her eyes, let herself be known…
            She rolled, by accident, off the pillow. They were closer than Sarada realized, for her face went right into Mama’s armpit. It took some kunoichi training not to react to practically bumbling right into her mom’s boob, but Sarada prided herself to commitment.
            “Sarada!”
            “She’s not awake, right-tebayo?!”
            If only he knew…!
            Mama’s hands were at her shoulders, guiding her up to rest on her shoulder. Sarada continued to snooze unassumingly; convincing enough for her mom to sigh in relief and say that she was still asleep.
            “Good.”
            And then the motions continued.
            “Naruto, stop!”
            He didn’t, the rocking didn’t. The hands holding Sarada tightened on her; at least the one that stayed, as one clapped to Mama’s mouth to prevent her from squealing as Nanadaime-sama began gyrating his hips.
            It was too much to bear! Sarada risked opening her left eye – the side of her head resting on Mama’s bare shoulder – and stared down her mom’s trim body. She kept in beautiful shape for a housewife; no wonder she was still called on for active duty in times of peace. Her breasts were fully exposed – either from being shaken out of her opened blouse or by Nanadaime-sama’s perusing hands – and jostling back and forth, her tight belly, and the mound that Nanadaime-sama penetrated with his cock. He gave Sarada room by sitting up, propping Mama’s legs apart to get full access to her womanhood.
            Would this be the sight Sarada could witness if she revealed herself?
            The body underneath her jerked and tightened. “Already?” stated Nanadaime-sama, stalling as Mama heaved and withheld screams of pleasure. Her hips raised and flourished desperately with no discernable pattern; very unlike the Hokage’s set tempo. Already what? Sarada wasn’t entirely sure, but by the muscle spasms, she could safely guess that her mom was in the suppressed throes of an orgasm. The Hokage’s face showed a mix of surprise and delight, hardly ticking his body at all into hers. When he tried…
            “S-Stop!” Mama threw her hand against his pelvis, belaboring his passion. “I-I need a minute, shannaro! Mmm!” It had definitely been too long…
            She huffed and puffed through her hand, collecting herself, using typical breathing methods to calm her heart. Sarada safely closed her eyes, before Nanadaime-sama could get bored and notice things other than Mama in recovery.
            First words out of Mama’s mouth were unpleasant. “What were you thinking?! Sarada right here?!”
            “She’s still asleep. Like rocking a baby to sleep-tebayo.”
            “Get out!”
            “Huh?!” The disappointment in Nanadaime-sama’s voice was loudest of all.
            “Just let me…!”
            Sarada was nearly pitched back onto her side of the bed; she didn’t play a convincing sleeper, more a cadaver by how motionless she was.
            A slurping sound was followed by a cry from Nanadaime-sama. Sarada could have believed it was a kiss between them but for the following suckles and his unhindered moaning. A small, wet pop, and then the slick motions of a hand running across a wet shaft. “We can go…”
            Whatever her suggestion, it was not enough for her lover. Clothes were discarded, Mama complaining about the treatment of her pants being thrown so carelessly. But all her woes were fixed when the bed received heavy impact; Nanadaime-sama’s thighs, from the sound of it. Sarada had heard his feet descend from the bed to the floorboards, twisting Mama to him and opening her legs, thrusting back into this patch that was his while Papa was away.
            “No,” Mama begged, her head upon Sarada’s middle; Sarada kept the act, but had never felt so uncomfortable. Mama, getting taken by someone other than Papa, resting her head on her child! Sarada watched with one eye, Naruto-jisan hoisting Mama’s shapely legs again, hands buckled securely to her hips. Mama did her best to not put her weight on her daughter, but it was impossible as she was ravaged. ‘Quick’ she had told him, and he was obeying. Hard, fast, strong, passionate. The bed itself was starting to shuffle on the floor. “You’ll wake Sarada…!”
            He didn’t care. And it was an opening Sarada could use. He didn’t care. He probably wouldn’t care if Papa showed up at the door right then anyway. He just loomed over Mama, called her by name, and then made deep, quick thrusts.
            “Not inside, you idiot!”
            What did that mean?
            Sarada found out in a second, as Nanadaime-sama whipped his cock out from Mama’s vagina, pulsating and lancing with a gush of white that flew haphazardly and landed across Sarada’s face, from eye to chin. Her commitment to her falsehood was commendable, to not react to her face streaked with semen for the first time. And Mama hadn’t any time to rebuke him when she was quickly showered with the rest of it. The pulsating phallus unloaded a plentiful amount with heavy force behind each shot. He got Mama’s face – Sarada could hear how her mom pursed up, and rightfully so, as she could smell the bitter batter staining her own face. – and left a blazing trail down her body, pressing the remnants into her pubic hair and teasing the idea of going back in.
            “Don’t think about it,” warned Mama after spitting the bit that was across her lips. Her left eye was closed under the stuff. She sat up, Nanadaime-sama in tired, relieved retreat, holding his cock in his hand to milk out the last of his essence. “You need to make a better schedule for this. You can’t just show up… And look what you did to Sarada-chan.”
            Sarada slept to them.
            She could feel cloth on her face, carefully extracting Nanadaime-sama’s semen.
            “Sorry. Sorry, Sarada-chan,” she heard him say breathlessly around her mom. “Guess I got carried away-tebayo.”
            “You always do. What were you thinking?” Mama stood up, pacing the room, probably getting things in order. A peek. She removed her blouse and strutted around naked, but with the modesty to cover her breasts and crotch with an arm each. Nothing could be done about her backside, which Nanadaime-sama watched intently when her back was turned.
            “It’s just that Sasuke’s never here,” Nanadaime-sama said. Not to harm her, but to state fact…
            “That doesn’t mean I need you as much as this!” She started to wipe the mess onto the towel she would use for her next shower. “Next time”—Her face was clear and livid—“just wait for me at the office!” She poked his chest. “We’ll meet afterhours like we always do! The bed’s bigger there, anyway, and Sarada won’t be there!”
            “R-Right,” agreed Nanadaime-sama to this affair.
            Mama, with an air of righteousness, nodded briskly, baring all to place her fists to her flared hips.
            The following silence was broken by the growl of a stomach. Nanadaime-sama’s… Laughing, he confessed to having skipped dinner to finish work. Exasperated, Mama turned and scooped her robe from its hanger. “C’mon, then. I have some leftovers since Sasuke-kun didn’t show up.”
            “You make dinner for him every night?” asked Nanadaime-sama as he went after her.
            They were going down the stairs now. “Of course! He’s my husband, and I want him fed when he shows up!”
            Sarada felt comfortable opening her eyes now. A wetness behind her ear… Mama had missed a trace of his semen. Sarada touched it and brought the sample in front of her Sharingan gaze. The essence of Uzumaki Naruto. Plenty of women pined for it, yet he wasted so much of it across Mama.
            What should she do with it?
            What would Chocho do? It was a matter of tasting it… or inserting it into herself and making a child for the Hokage, a sibling for Boruto and Himawari.
            Downstairs, it wasn’t long before there was a clatter and the sounds from before. Sarada sat up in bed, looking dismayed and disgusted by the actions of these two adults, both in their own respective marriages, behaving so obscenely.
            “Grownups are sooo stupid,” she griped, pouting. And then observed the semen again.
            At the same time…
            When it comes to men, they’re both totally Oh, yeah!
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The official NARUTO translation in the last chapter. Sarada says when it comes to dads, she and Boruto are ‘both totally OH, YEAH!’ Why do official translations choose to hate me? They should… ‘eat rocks!’ Anyway, history of this story: I wanted to write a story with Naruto banging Sakura while Sarada pretended to sleep. Maybe I didn’t get all the elements I wanted to in here, but I still got it done, so that’s yet another long-waiting story checked off.
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Visitor in the Night	By : c0p13r Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 715 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Visitor in the Night