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Breaking The Pale Eyed MILF	By : Slurppy Category: Naruto > General Views: 52519 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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AN: So the original version of this chapter progressed way too fast. Upon looking back after a few months I realize it's written too much like a doujin where the character goes from “no this is rape” to “Oh I love you master, let me be your pet” in like three pages. In a short 20page story with illustrations thats fine because its short and a lot of the “payoff” comes from the images. However in a Lemon/Fanfic, you wanna pace yourself more so there's a feeling of progression and anticipation. Otherwise its like playing a game where you hit level cap in 5mins, its just too easy and dull.

So this chapter is being
1) Rewritten so it's toned down and leaves some payoff for other (later) chapters.
2) Drawn out so the chapter itself also has a feeling of progression.

I was tempted to write a “Version 2.0” of this story but I really liked the first chapter and can't re-use it without breaking ToS for having the same content posted twice. Also don't want to delete this one so I'm gonna try to fix it without a clean reset. For the like 2 of you who read the original and actually remember it, please give feedback

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Boruto's eyes locked onto his screen. An edited image of his mother's orgasm face was cropped onto the image of a bound woman who was hung under the bottom of a table and had dicks in her mouth and pussy from the men sitting on either side of the table. A small text box at the bottom of the image read

“Oh Boruto-Sama, fuck your mommy with your clone!”. With a strong grunt Boruto let out a stream of cum. There was noticeably more sperm than in the clip in the living room. In front of him were three pair of boxers that soaked up his sperm as it flew out. Boruto stared at the face of his mother on screen as the last jets of cum left him and his penis began to deflate.

Shaking himself out of the fantasies, he ran over to his bookshelf and pulled out a thick book. Opening it up showed that it was a hollow case with a fake cover. Inside were bottles of various drugs, stimulants and medications. One was a powder placed into his father's tea leaves that worked to lower sexual urges and had a nice side effect of giving people headaches when they were tired. Such as after a long day of work and when your wife wants to spend time with you. It wasn't like Naruto had been an attentive husband for years, but the old man had the title of “Number One Unpredictable Ninja” for a reason, so the powder served as a type of insurance against the man's insanity temporarily making him a good husband.

The second bottle held pills. It wasn't nearly as fast acting as any of the other medicines, but the pills could increase sperm natural output over time. It had fallen out of use because it also caused an increase sexual drive, and could even cause pain if someone went for a long period without release. These went to Boruto.

The last bottle was for Hinata and was the one Boruto grabbed. It was a pure and simple aphrodisiac. It was illegal for two main reasons. Firstly it was highly addictive. The only reason it had ever passed medical standards was that the addiction had no awful side effects, but it was still a very addictive substance. Secondly was because the company that designed the drug didn't actually know what it did. The medication itself didn't have an effect on people, it had an effect other substances. Whenever someone inhaled or ingested the drug, the brain would recognize whatever it sensory input it had as an aphrodisiac.

Boruto had been pouring small amounts of the stuff on his dirtied boxers. Shortly after he had begun doing this he had gotten to capture that nice clip of his mother fucking herself with a dildo while licking the cum off his boxers.

Honestly he had no business possessing any of these medications. However it seemed fate was on his side as his teammate's helping of the Uchiha family insanity had left her with a level of devotion to Boruto that rivaled his own possessive feelings for his mother. Due to Mitsuki's complete lack of moral compass, nonexistent obligation to follow societal norms, and high level of curiosity (that became unnerving once you knew he was related to Orochimaru) the team seven meetings quickly turned into planning sessions to brainwash and corrupt the first lady of the village whenever their teacher left them alone.

After applying the powder Boruto closed the book back up. The book was titled “NinjaCard Digital! Strategy Guide for PS2 version!”. It looked like any dumb book for a game, and was thankfully one of the few things that his mother wouldn't look through.

Hinata was a very loving mother. She would always try to be involved in her children's interests and activities. Boruto knew than many books on Taijutsu and Letherwork had probably been looked through by his mother while he was out, in an attempt to understand her eldest better. Her loving nature was ironically enough what had twisted Boruto's slight lust at accidentally seeing his mother nude, into the obsession it had become.

Hinata's personality made it nearly impossible for anyone to dislike her. The better someone knew her, the more they usually liked the woman. This warm nature contrasted with his father's consent absence and passive attitude towards the family filled Boruto with a twisted sense of anger. Despite his best efforts, He knew that his mother felt neglected and alone in the house due to his father's absence. He was more like a distant cousin than a husband, family sure, but not a partner. However for all her positive qualities, she was far too passive to ever stand up for her own good. In fact the only reason she had stood up to the elders of her clan was for his father's benefit.

As much as that story angered him, it also held the key to fixing their home life. In Boruto's warped mind, he simply pushed his father into the role of the elders and took the place of Hinata's lover for himself. Following this logic, that only made sense when in the mind of one distanced from reality, if he could claim his mother for himself, she would stand up to Naruto. After that she would be able to distance herself from the man and feel happy once again without wilting away missing him.

Boruto placed the underpants on top of his laundry basket and opened up the “home video” file on his phone. He scrolled the video to the halfway point and placed his phone face down on his desk, so it would look like he had “finished” and forgotten to close it out. With the book away and the photoshoped image on his computer minimized (but not closed so it would be easy to find if someone looked even a little), he threw on a pair of shorts and walked out.

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Hinata hummed a tune to herself as she started putting the cooked eggs onto three plates. Today was a good day, it was Friday and that meant Naruto had two meetings instead of one. While that may seem like an odd thing to be happy about, the meetings were very early and very late so it left his lunch open. These were the days she got to bring him his lunch, maybe if she was lucky he would just be doing his paperwork, she could sneak under the table like she had years ago when they first started dating, and she could open his robe before...

Boruto crashed into his mother, he pressed himself into her back and 'accidentally' pushed his hips into her ass. His hands grabbed her in a hug that was just shy of slipping a bit too low with his hands. The tips of his pinkies brushing below her pelvic bone as he wrapped his arms around her. He'd seen his mother spacing out and figured out what she was thinking about, the look was distinct enough and he'd seen it appear any time she decided to start touching herself.. He couldn't have her thinking of someone else that way, especially not his bastard of a father, no when he was done she would only think of him.

Hinata blushed as she realized what she had been thinking about. She put down the plate of breakfast and turned around before squatting down to look her son in the face. The action actually put her a bit below his head and would have been degrading to him if not for the benefits it held.

"Hows my little man doing this morning?" She said with a smile. Boruto grinned back and sneakily kicked a headband that was sitting on the floor by the table behind them, so it came to a rest under his legs. His mother so often wore pants, that on days like this when she wore a skirt, she was very unaware of the things you really shouldn't do in a skirt. One of those things being squatting down and spreading your legs so any idiot at the right angle can see your panties.

"I'm doing good but, I was wondering if maybe you could show me how to use the laundry machine again so I can wash my own clothes.” Boruto gave a small blush and looked away from his mother's face.

They both knew that Hinata gathered and started the laundry after breakfast. It was a habit she had always had. Boruto's nervous face and sudden request painted a clear picture of him not wanting his mother to see his dirty laundry for some reason. The thought of her Son's fresh sperm turned Hinata on. If she'd been thinking straight she may have been disturbed by her rapidly loosening code of morals. But the thoughts of sperm filled her with feelings of lust and she began to picture herself scooping off the not yet dried mess and licking it up.

The reflected image in the polished headband showed the progression of the damp spot on the purple panties. He had to fight real hard to keep an erection from springing up. With hair pulled back and a dazed look on her face, Hinata Uzumaki was a sight that could run any temple with a vow of celibacy out of business. Her, now hard, nipples poked into her light gray shirt and as her arms unconsciously moved lower, her large gravity defying breasts were pushed up and out.

An egg timer went off and snapped the pair out of their fantasies. Hinata quickly stood and resisted the urge to slap her own cheeks to clear her head. She spun around and began to work on cooking once more. While she talked over her shoulder as if they hadn't both been frozen for almost ten seconds.

“Sure Honey, Ill show you when you get back and you can try it yourself with any dirty clothes you have.” Boruto let out a quick mumble that sounded like “mkaythanks” and went off to the kitchen table.

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Half an hour later Hinata closed the door as the goodbyes of her son rang out. She tried to act calm in an effort to convince herself that she had no ulterior motives. She set a quick pace upstairs. There it was, Boruto's room. Her arm had a slight shake to it as she pulled the knob and pushed the door open.
“Oh didn't Boruto say something about his laundry, I can't quite remember, g-guess I'll have to ask when he gets back.” Hinata began to talk to herself out-loud. While she had long passed the level of normal behavior between mother and son, some small part of her still felt the need to justify her actions to herself.

She quickly pulled his closet open and found his laundry basket. Her legs wobbled a bit at the sight of her treasure. Her dainty hand reached down and picked up a pair of boxers covered in a goopy mess. Her eyes swam and her heartbeat became comparable to a jackhammer.

Hinata fell back onto the bed behind her, half intentionally and half due to her dizzy head. One arm shot to her legs and pulled her skirt up till it was bunched around her hips like a thick belt. The other hand still held the boxers and pulled them up to her face.

In a closed room in an internet cafe, team seven was stationed around a monitor. Or it appeared they were at first glance. Only Boruto was focused on the screen, the image of his mother playing with herself inside his room caused his dick to swell.

Sarada sat off to the side a bit, working on filling out mission reports for all three of them. They had been given today off to catch up on various bits of paperwork that had been piling up. With the chunin exams in the near future everyone was rushing around to straighten the village up. Thankfully Sarada could perfectly imitate they boy's handwriting and with her perfect memorization skills, was able to fill out all the reports for her team in less time than it would take for three normal ninja to do so.

In the far side of the room Mitsuki began to play his favorite game of “use the new symptoms that crop up to try and diagnose the insanity of the people around me” Mitsuki rarely directly involved himself. Only when he thought it would generate an interesting reaction for him to record. One of those had been to teach Boruto to stretch and expand parts of his body. The blond Shinobi could only manipulate his tongue with any degree of usability, but it was still somewhat impressive for someone without a snake contract to help shape their chakra properly.

Boruto watched the scene play out until he was sure his mother was fully in “slut mode” as he called her frenzied attempts to release her pent up desires. With a few key strokes he set his phone off.

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Hinata tensed up at the sound of a phone receiving a text. She looked around and saw her Son's phone. She pulled her empty hand out of her crotch, but swiftly replaced it with the boxer filled palm. Although much of the sperm had fallen onto her face or into her mouth, there was still enough for her to feel it against her skin. She pressed down and shivered as a few drops seeped past her lips.

As she picked up the phone, all thoughts of looking at the text left her mind. There on her little boy's phone was an image of her as she shaved in the bathroom. Her body tensed up and her hand froze one knuckle deep in her pussy.

Subconsciously part of her realized it was a paused video and not an image. The fantasies that she had just been getting off to fled to the front of her mind as she hit the play button. As the scene progressed she began to pump her fingers back in and out.

By the time the video reached the last clip of her with the purple dildo, she had already cleaned off one pair of boxers and was making good use of the other two.

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Boruto watched for the signal. This was a somewhat key moment of the plan but it was really damn hard to focus. Especially because Sarada had finished the reports and was 'subtly' rubbing her palm slowly further and further up his leg.

As soon as the Image of Hinata closed her eyes and began to speed up, Boruto slammed the laptop closed, threw it into his bag and took off. This was it, this was the first real step in his plan. The young Ninja Blazed through the streets with a mental timer ticking down in his head. He needed to interrupt his Mother before it was too late.

Boruto knew he would be able to push things forwards much further and faster if his mother took the first step. That was difficult to say the least. Not because of any moral code, an upbringing in the Hyuuga clan does wonders for one's moral compass when it comes to interacting with blood relations, the major issue was Hinata was not a person to make the first move in anything, so getting her to “make a move” her son was by no means guaranteed. Even his plan that had been months in the making couldn't totally ensure the results he wanted.

The blond Shinobi tore through the sky over the rooftops. When Hinata closed her eyes it meant she was nearing orgasm. For all his stalkings it was impossible to have a precise timing for something like that. “More than ten seconds but less than a minute” was a damn large range.

Boruto took one last leap and landed at his front door, without spending a moment he threw the door open and yelled out into his apartment.

“Hey Mom, have you seen my phone?” At his call a very faint scurrying could be heard upstairs. Hinata appeared at the top of the staircase moments later, very red in the face and hand tapping at her waist. Boruto's eyes lit up but he bit his cheeks to keep from grinning. He'd made it in time. The frantic subconscious hand movements gave it away, as the flushed face and shaky posture would have been there even if he was just too late.

“Hmm, n-nope. Don't think so. Maybe it's in your room.” Hinata tried to act calm but inside she was banging her head against a wall. Talk about worst timing ever. Of course her son would come home super early today. She usually didn't feel this pent up till later when the kids were asleep, and if she'd been in her room a simple noise muffling jutsu would have let her continue. It was almost like some divine being was trying to drive her crazy.

She was snapped out of her thoughts by the feeling of a palm on her head. While she was distracted her son had run up the stairs with a 'concerned' look on his face. He was now pressing his palm into her face and brushing against her hypersensitive nipples with the tops of his shoulders.

“Geeze mom, you're burning up. Leme help you.” He wrapped an arm around her hips and threw her other arm over his shoulder. Pulling her close he led the dazed woman downstairs. “My team finished up early so I'll just hang out and make sure you're okay.”

Hinata was about to protest, after all she wasn't sick and really wanted some time alone in the house. But as her son helped her sit down on the couch in the living room he gave her a smile that reminded her of the way Naruto used to look at her after they'd just started dating and were madly in love. She felt warm at the loving look and wrapped her arms around Boruto before giving him a kiss on the cheeks.

“Oh my, you're my hero. Taking care of you're sickly old mother.” She said with a joking tone. Boruto gave a laugh at what she said and pulled away. He began to pull the leg rest over and propped his mother's feet up on it.

“No way Mom, how can you be old when you're still the most attractive woman in the world.” Boruto shot back before walking off to make a warm drink for his “sick mother”

Hinata's cooling face lit back up at her son's words. An image of young Boruto saying something similar sprang to mind. A little blond toddler shouting out that he had “the prettiest mommy ever”. The change in vocabulary felt different. Not in a bad way, if anything it was good. Like bland noodles versus seasoned ramen, not as pure as the original but changed in a way that filled her hunger much better.

As crazy as Boruto may have been, his conclusions on his mother's need for love and compassion were spot on. As Boruto spent the day caring for her (and spiking her drinks with small doses of unnoticeable aphrodisiac) she began to have her view of him shift into a place that at one time had belonged only to Naruto. It was as if combination of lust and care forcibly reprogrammed an animalistic part of her brain and turned her mental image of him to the “Mate” category.

The day passed and around dinner time the family got a phonecall from their patriarch saying that some filing had gone wrong and he needed to redo too much paperwork before the next day. Hinata assured her husband that she understood, but couldn't help twisting her legs in frustration. As she was on the phone she missed her son's smirk. After he had rushed home his teammates had left to go cause enough trouble to keep the village leader busy for a good few days with paperwork. That may sound like a heavy task but it didn't take much for Naruto to sleep in his office, he did it enough without any help from his son's team.

After putting her daughter to bed Hinata peaked into her Son's room to say goodnight to him. She quietly pushed the door open and was met with an unexpected sight. She saw Boruto asleep on his side with his penis hanging out of his boxers. Suddenly the sexual urges that had been stirring all day hit her full force as she remembered what she had been in the middle of doing earlier that morning.

With her husband out of the house and the object of her fantasies in front of her, Hinata pushed the door open and crept in.

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AN: So after this chapter, CH3 no longer fits the story. I'm leaving it up for now because I can't be bothered to go get it and save it somewhere, and I also don't want to lose the material because some of it can be re-used.

Also I'm aware that this chapter has minimal sexual content. I think the number of scenes is fine but I'm not sure if more details or less details would be better. Either way I'll probably go back and flesh those out with some more fun descriptions of fleshy bits later on.

Next chapter should have Hinata and Boruto with some 'asleep' BJ action. Beyond that Im not sure how I'm gonana progress so any ideas you share in a review will honestly have a decent chance of dictating the direction of the story.
AN: So the original version of this chapter progressed way too fast. Upon looking back after a few months I realize it's written too much like a doujin where the character goes from “no this is rape” to “Oh I love you master, let me be your pet” in like three pages. In a short 20page story with illustrations thats fine because its short and a lot of the “payoff” comes from the images. However in a Lemon/Fanfic, you wanna pace yourself more so there's a feeling of progression and anticipation. Otherwise its like playing a game where you hit level cap in 5mins, its just too easy and dull.

So this chapter is being
1) Rewritten so it's toned down and leaves some payoff for other (later) chapters.
2) Drawn out so the chapter itself also has a feeling of progression.

I was tempted to write a “Version 2.0” of this story but I really liked the first chapter and can't re-use it without breaking ToS for having the same content posted twice. Also don't want to delete this one so I'm gonna try to fix it without a clean reset. For the like 2 of you who read the original and actually remember it, please give feedback

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Boruto's eyes locked onto his screen. An edited image of his mother's orgasm face was cropped onto the image of a bound woman who was hung under the bottom of a table and had dicks in her mouth and pussy from the men sitting on either side of the table. A small text box at the bottom of the image read

“Oh Boruto-Sama, fuck your mommy with your clone!”. With a strong grunt Boruto let out a stream of cum. There was noticeably more sperm than in the clip in the living room. In front of him were three pair of boxers that soaked up his sperm as it flew out. Boruto stared at the face of his mother on screen as the last jets of cum left him and his penis began to deflate.

Shaking himself out of the fantasies, he ran over to his bookshelf and pulled out a thick book. Opening it up showed that it was a hollow case with a fake cover. Inside were bottles of various drugs, stimulants and medications. One was a powder placed into his father's tea leaves that worked to lower sexual urges and had a nice side effect of giving people headaches when they were tired. Such as after a long day of work and when your wife wants to spend time with you. It wasn't like Naruto had been an attentive husband for years, but the old man had the title of “Number One Unpredictable Ninja” for a reason, so the powder served as a type of insurance against the man's insanity temporarily making him a good husband.

The second bottle held pills. It wasn't nearly as fast acting as any of the other medicines, but the pills could increase sperm natural output over time. It had fallen out of use because it also caused an increase sexual drive, and could even cause pain if someone went for a long period without release. These went to Boruto.

The last bottle was for Hinata and was the one Boruto grabbed. It was a pure and simple aphrodisiac. It was illegal for two main reasons. Firstly it was highly addictive. The only reason it had ever passed medical standards was that the addiction had no awful side effects, but it was still a very addictive substance. Secondly was because the company that designed the drug didn't actually know what it did. The medication itself didn't have an effect on people, it had an effect other substances. Whenever someone inhaled or ingested the drug, the brain would recognize whatever it sensory input it had as an aphrodisiac.

Boruto had been pouring small amounts of the stuff on his dirtied boxers. Shortly after he had begun doing this he had gotten to capture that nice clip of his mother fucking herself with a dildo while licking the cum off his boxers.

Honestly he had no business possessing any of these medications. However it seemed fate was on his side as his teammate's helping of the Uchiha family insanity had left her with a level of devotion to Boruto that rivaled his own possessive feelings for his mother. Due to Mitsuki's complete lack of moral compass, nonexistent obligation to follow societal norms, and high level of curiosity (that became unnerving once you knew he was related to Orochimaru) the team seven meetings quickly turned into planning sessions to brainwash and corrupt the first lady of the village whenever their teacher left them alone.

After applying the powder Boruto closed the book back up. The book was titled “NinjaCard Digital! Strategy Guide for PS2 version!”. It looked like any dumb book for a game, and was thankfully one of the few things that his mother wouldn't look through.

Hinata was a very loving mother. She would always try to be involved in her children's interests and activities. Boruto knew than many books on Taijutsu and Letherwork had probably been looked through by his mother while he was out, in an attempt to understand her eldest better. Her loving nature was ironically enough what had twisted Boruto's slight lust at accidentally seeing his mother nude, into the obsession it had become.

Hinata's personality made it nearly impossible for anyone to dislike her. The better someone knew her, the more they usually liked the woman. This warm nature contrasted with his father's consent absence and passive attitude towards the family filled Boruto with a twisted sense of anger. Despite his best efforts, He knew that his mother felt neglected and alone in the house due to his father's absence. He was more like a distant cousin than a husband, family sure, but not a partner. However for all her positive qualities, she was far too passive to ever stand up for her own good. In fact the only reason she had stood up to the elders of her clan was for his father's benefit.

As much as that story angered him, it also held the key to fixing their home life. In Boruto's warped mind, he simply pushed his father into the role of the elders and took the place of Hinata's lover for himself. Following this logic, that only made sense when in the mind of one distanced from reality, if he could claim his mother for himself, she would stand up to Naruto. After that she would be able to distance herself from the man and feel happy once again without wilting away missing him.

Boruto placed the underpants on top of his laundry basket and opened up the “home video” file on his phone. He scrolled the video to the halfway point and placed his phone face down on his desk, so it would look like he had “finished” and forgotten to close it out. With the book away and the photoshoped image on his computer minimized (but not closed so it would be easy to find if someone looked even a little), he threw on a pair of shorts and walked out.

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Hinata hummed a tune to herself as she started putting the cooked eggs onto three plates. Today was a good day, it was Friday and that meant Naruto had two meetings instead of one. While that may seem like an odd thing to be happy about, the meetings were very early and very late so it left his lunch open. These were the days she got to bring him his lunch, maybe if she was lucky he would just be doing his paperwork, she could sneak under the table like she had years ago when they first started dating, and she could open his robe before...

Boruto crashed into his mother, he pressed himself into her back and 'accidentally' pushed his hips into her ass. His hands grabbed her in a hug that was just shy of slipping a bit too low with his hands. The tips of his pinkies brushing below her pelvic bone as he wrapped his arms around her. He'd seen his mother spacing out and figured out what she was thinking about, the look was distinct enough and he'd seen it appear any time she decided to start touching herself.. He couldn't have her thinking of someone else that way, especially not his bastard of a father, no when he was done she would only think of him.

Hinata blushed as she realized what she had been thinking about. She put down the plate of breakfast and turned around before squatting down to look her son in the face. The action actually put her a bit below his head and would have been degrading to him if not for the benefits it held.

"Hows my little man doing this morning?" She said with a smile. Boruto grinned back and sneakily kicked a headband that was sitting on the floor by the table behind them, so it came to a rest under his legs. His mother so often wore pants, that on days like this when she wore a skirt, she was very unaware of the things you really shouldn't do in a skirt. One of those things being squatting down and spreading your legs so any idiot at the right angle can see your panties.

"I'm doing good but, I was wondering if maybe you could show me how to use the laundry machine again so I can wash my own clothes.” Boruto gave a small blush and looked away from his mother's face.

They both knew that Hinata gathered and started the laundry after breakfast. It was a habit she had always had. Boruto's nervous face and sudden request painted a clear picture of him not wanting his mother to see his dirty laundry for some reason. The thought of her Son's fresh sperm turned Hinata on. If she'd been thinking straight she may have been disturbed by her rapidly loosening code of morals. But the thoughts of sperm filled her with feelings of lust and she began to picture herself scooping off the not yet dried mess and licking it up.

The reflected image in the polished headband showed the progression of the damp spot on the purple panties. He had to fight real hard to keep an erection from springing up. With hair pulled back and a dazed look on her face, Hinata Uzumaki was a sight that could run any temple with a vow of celibacy out of business. Her, now hard, nipples poked into her light gray shirt and as her arms unconsciously moved lower, her large gravity defying breasts were pushed up and out.

An egg timer went off and snapped the pair out of their fantasies. Hinata quickly stood and resisted the urge to slap her own cheeks to clear her head. She spun around and began to work on cooking once more. While she talked over her shoulder as if they hadn't both been frozen for almost ten seconds.

“Sure Honey, Ill show you when you get back and you can try it yourself with any dirty clothes you have.” Boruto let out a quick mumble that sounded like “mkaythanks” and went off to the kitchen table.

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Half an hour later Hinata closed the door as the goodbyes of her son rang out. She tried to act calm in an effort to convince herself that she had no ulterior motives. She set a quick pace upstairs. There it was, Boruto's room. Her arm had a slight shake to it as she pulled the knob and pushed the door open.
“Oh didn't Boruto say something about his laundry, I can't quite remember, g-guess I'll have to ask when he gets back.” Hinata began to talk to herself out-loud. While she had long passed the level of normal behavior between mother and son, some small part of her still felt the need to justify her actions to herself.

She quickly pulled his closet open and found his laundry basket. Her legs wobbled a bit at the sight of her treasure. Her dainty hand reached down and picked up a pair of boxers covered in a goopy mess. Her eyes swam and her heartbeat became comparable to a jackhammer.

Hinata fell back onto the bed behind her, half intentionally and half due to her dizzy head. One arm shot to her legs and pulled her skirt up till it was bunched around her hips like a thick belt. The other hand still held the boxers and pulled them up to her face.

In a closed room in an internet cafe, team seven was stationed around a monitor. Or it appeared they were at first glance. Only Boruto was focused on the screen, the image of his mother playing with herself inside his room caused his dick to swell.

Sarada sat off to the side a bit, working on filling out mission reports for all three of them. They had been given today off to catch up on various bits of paperwork that had been piling up. With the chunin exams in the near future everyone was rushing around to straighten the village up. Thankfully Sarada could perfectly imitate they boy's handwriting and with her perfect memorization skills, was able to fill out all the reports for her team in less time than it would take for three normal ninja to do so.

In the far side of the room Mitsuki began to play his favorite game of “use the new symptoms that crop up to try and diagnose the insanity of the people around me” Mitsuki rarely directly involved himself. Only when he thought it would generate an interesting reaction for him to record. One of those had been to teach Boruto to stretch and expand parts of his body. The blond Shinobi could only manipulate his tongue with any degree of usability, but it was still somewhat impressive for someone without a snake contract to help shape their chakra properly.

Boruto watched the scene play out until he was sure his mother was fully in “slut mode” as he called her frenzied attempts to release her pent up desires. With a few key strokes he set his phone off.

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Hinata tensed up at the sound of a phone receiving a text. She looked around and saw her Son's phone. She pulled her empty hand out of her crotch, but swiftly replaced it with the boxer filled palm. Although much of the sperm had fallen onto her face or into her mouth, there was still enough for her to feel it against her skin. She pressed down and shivered as a few drops seeped past her lips.

As she picked up the phone, all thoughts of looking at the text left her mind. There on her little boy's phone was an image of her as she shaved in the bathroom. Her body tensed up and her hand froze one knuckle deep in her pussy.

Subconsciously part of her realized it was a paused video and not an image. The fantasies that she had just been getting off to fled to the front of her mind as she hit the play button. As the scene progressed she began to pump her fingers back in and out.

By the time the video reached the last clip of her with the purple dildo, she had already cleaned off one pair of boxers and was making good use of the other two.

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Boruto watched for the signal. This was a somewhat key moment of the plan but it was really damn hard to focus. Especially because Sarada had finished the reports and was 'subtly' rubbing her palm slowly further and further up his leg.

As soon as the Image of Hinata closed her eyes and began to speed up, Boruto slammed the laptop closed, threw it into his bag and took off. This was it, this was the first real step in his plan. The young Ninja Blazed through the streets with a mental timer ticking down in his head. He needed to interrupt his Mother before it was too late.

Boruto knew he would be able to push things forwards much further and faster if his mother took the first step. That was difficult to say the least. Not because of any moral code, an upbringing in the Hyuuga clan does wonders for one's moral compass when it comes to interacting with blood relations, the major issue was Hinata was not a person to make the first move in anything, so getting her to “make a move” her son was by no means guaranteed. Even his plan that had been months in the making couldn't totally ensure the results he wanted.

The blond Shinobi tore through the sky over the rooftops. When Hinata closed her eyes it meant she was nearing orgasm. For all his stalkings it was impossible to have a precise timing for something like that. “More than ten seconds but less than a minute” was a damn large range.

Boruto took one last leap and landed at his front door, without spending a moment he threw the door open and yelled out into his apartment.

“Hey Mom, have you seen my phone?” At his call a very faint scurrying could be heard upstairs. Hinata appeared at the top of the staircase moments later, very red in the face and hand tapping at her waist. Boruto's eyes lit up but he bit his cheeks to keep from grinning. He'd made it in time. The frantic subconscious hand movements gave it away, as the flushed face and shaky posture would have been there even if he was just too late.

“Hmm, n-nope. Don't think so. Maybe it's in your room.” Hinata tried to act calm but inside she was banging her head against a wall. Talk about worst timing ever. Of course her son would come home super early today. She usually didn't feel this pent up till later when the kids were asleep, and if she'd been in her room a simple noise muffling jutsu would have let her continue. It was almost like some divine being was trying to drive her crazy.

She was snapped out of her thoughts by the feeling of a palm on her head. While she was distracted her son had run up the stairs with a 'concerned' look on his face. He was now pressing his palm into her face and brushing against her hypersensitive nipples with the tops of his shoulders.

“Geeze mom, you're burning up. Leme help you.” He wrapped an arm around her hips and threw her other arm over his shoulder. Pulling her close he led the dazed woman downstairs. “My team finished up early so I'll just hang out and make sure you're okay.”

Hinata was about to protest, after all she wasn't sick and really wanted some time alone in the house. But as her son helped her sit down on the couch in the living room he gave her a smile that reminded her of the way Naruto used to look at her after they'd just started dating and were madly in love. She felt warm at the loving look and wrapped her arms around Boruto before giving him a kiss on the cheeks.

“Oh my, you're my hero. Taking care of you're sickly old mother.” She said with a joking tone. Boruto gave a laugh at what she said and pulled away. He began to pull the leg rest over and propped his mother's feet up on it.

“No way Mom, how can you be old when you're still the most attractive woman in the world.” Boruto shot back before walking off to make a warm drink for his “sick mother”

Hinata's cooling face lit back up at her son's words. An image of young Boruto saying something similar sprang to mind. A little blond toddler shouting out that he had “the prettiest mommy ever”. The change in vocabulary felt different. Not in a bad way, if anything it was good. Like bland noodles versus seasoned ramen, not as pure as the original but changed in a way that filled her hunger much better.

As crazy as Boruto may have been, his conclusions on his mother's need for love and compassion were spot on. As Boruto spent the day caring for her (and spiking her drinks with small doses of unnoticeable aphrodisiac) she began to have her view of him shift into a place that at one time had belonged only to Naruto. It was as if combination of lust and care forcibly reprogrammed an animalistic part of her brain and turned her mental image of him to the “Mate” category.

The day passed and around dinner time the family got a phonecall from their patriarch saying that some filing had gone wrong and he needed to redo too much paperwork before the next day. Hinata assured her husband that she understood, but couldn't help twisting her legs in frustration. As she was on the phone she missed her son's smirk. After he had rushed home his teammates had left to go cause enough trouble to keep the village leader busy for a good few days with paperwork. That may sound like a heavy task but it didn't take much for Naruto to sleep in his office, he did it enough without any help from his son's team.

After putting her daughter to bed Hinata peaked into her Son's room to say goodnight to him. She quietly pushed the door open and was met with an unexpected sight. She saw Boruto asleep on his side with his penis hanging out of his boxers. Suddenly the sexual urges that had been stirring all day hit her full force as she remembered what she had been in the middle of doing earlier that morning.

With her husband out of the house and the object of her fantasies in front of her, Hinata pushed the door open and crept in.

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AN: So after this chapter, CH3 no longer fits the story. I'm leaving it up for now because I can't be bothered to go get it and save it somewhere, and I also don't want to lose the material because some of it can be re-used. Honestly I didn't expect to change this chapter as much as I did, but like 4 of the origional 5 pages were sex scene so about all that stays the same is half the encounter at breakfast and the fact that Hinata saw the videos.

Also I'm aware that this chapter has minimal sexual content. I think the number of scenes is fine but I'm not sure if more details or less details would be better. Either way I'll probably go back and flesh those out with some more fun descriptions of fleshy bits later on.

Next chapter should have Hinata and Boruto with some 'asleep' BJ action. Beyond that Im not sure how I'm gonana progress so any ideas you share in a review will honestly have a decent chance of dictating the direction of the story.
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