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Watarimono	By : BigE2955 Category: Naruto > General Views: 45690 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Today is Thanksgiving, and I am feeling fat, dumb, and very, very happy. To all of my American readers out there, I hope you feel the same. To everyone out there, I’m sure you had a long day… and I’m sure you want to ‘unwind’ a little bit. So here’s the second chapter of this fic, just for you.
Fetishes: incest, mommy/son talk, panty collecting, and mentions of female bodily functions. That last one isn’t really a fetish, but it’s a warning.
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Understandably, things were a little awkward the next morning.
A ‘little’. There was no ‘lapse in memory’ here. The instant Sasuke’s eyes snapped open, and he felt Mikoto’s curvaceous body pressed against his, he remembered what had happened the previous night with perfect clarity, almost as if he’d left his sharingan on the entire time.
The two of them kissing, him telling her how much he needed her… Mikoto telling him to take her. The warm and slippery feel of her insides, the sound of her moans bouncing off of his ears, the incredible feeling as he came inside of her. Mikoto brandishing the cum leaking from her folds like some kind of trophy. Her beckoning him to sleep next to him…
They were both at fault. Sasuke, for being the one to initiate it, to pound her with such passion that the both of them couldn’t help but feel pleasure. Mikoto, for telling him it was okay, for… for moaning in that sexy manner, for pulling him back into bed once they were spent, for telling him that it was okay to spend the entire night in bed with his mother.
He saw that she was stirring, and in an act of desperation, Sasuke feigned sleep.
Mikoto’s eyes slid open, gently. She yawned in that cute little way of hers, stretching her arms. She wasn’t looking in his direction, and Sasuke snuck a peek - at the slim smile curling her lips, at radiance and warmth of her skin. He closed his eyes just as quickly. She looked in his direction… and froze.
‘I fucked my son last night.’ Mikoto thought.
That was the jist of it, there was no skirting around it, no beating around the bush. They had fucked last night - they’d kissed, made love, she had bucked her hips back against him in ecstasy as he unleashed his essence inside of her.
She felt… filthy, dirty, for a mother was not supposed to sleep with her own son. It just wasn’t supposed to happen. And yet, at the same time, she felt sexy and hot at the same time. Mikoto was in her forties, a widow with two kids, and yet she’d still managed to pull a hot piece of ass like Uchiha Sasuke.
It was a pity that he was her son.
She was up and out of that bed, as if someone had electrocuted her. Her head wasn’t all that clear, but she knew what she was going to do - take a nice, long shower, and hopefully give herself some time to think. Yes, that would be good. She swiped up clothes from her drawer, a towel, and then threw herself into the master bedroom.
Mikoto peeled the clothes she was wearing off… shuddering, at the sight of the dried and crusted cum that stuck to the inside of her panties and pajama pants. She still felt Sasuke’s warmth inside of her, and was forced to awkwardly walk with her thighs jammed together so as to prevent any uncomfortable… leaks.
Not that there weren’t any ‘leaks’. Once the shower knobs were twisted, and the water came pouring down in droves, Mikoto slipped into the tub. She pressed her hands against the wall… took a deep breath, and then spread her legs.
Plop. Plop. Plop.
It should feel like a cleansing of sorts, Mikoto thought, but it didn’t. The sensation of Sasuke’s cum leaving her, sloshing out onto the tub floor and being washed down the drain, felt… awful. As if a part of her was being pulled out of her. It had been nearly two decades since she’d felt a nice warm load inside of her, and that load had been the largest, the hottest, the most vulgar of them all.
Still, it was necessary, and Mikoto persisted. She stood there for five, six minutes, as all of her son’s cum left her. Again, she took a deep breath. Then, she set about washing her body and her hair.
While Mikoto was busy in the shower, Sasuke took the liberty of slipping out of the master bedroom. He creeped down the hall, and slid into his room. “Fuck…” he mumbled, running his hands through his hair. ‘What the hell did you do, Sasuke?’
It had been one thing to sleep in the same bed together. That alone could be excused, for they were both suffering from the after effects of Itachi’s passing, and the two of them had been starved for human contact. It had been a means to an end in the beginning. But it was one thing to sleep in the same bed as your mother, and it was another thing to fuck her in that bed.
He was naked. He had left his fucking sweatpants and boxers in his mother’s room, and he was not about to go back in there and scoop them back up.
But he couldn’t avoid this, either. He couldn’t… they couldn’t just let this go. This was serious, this was something that couldn’t be ignored.
Sasuke… for lack of a better term… hid in his room. Twenty, thirty minutes passed - and three things happened. In the distance, he heard the shower in the master bedroom turn off. Then, several minutes later, he heard the creaking of wood outside of his door, as if someone were pausing outside to listen. Finally, he heard the distant sounds of pots and pans clanging.
She was making breakfast, he realized.
He took a deep breath.
During his brief isolation, he’d pulled on some clothes. Just a simple shirt and a pair of sweatpants, nothing too formal. He- he knew that he couldn’t just stay in his room all day. That just wasn’t possible, and he didn’t want to worry his mother either… he didn’t want her to think that he hated her or something, or found her disgusting.
So, he pulled open the door to his bedroom, and stalked out into the hall. He forced himself to keep moving, his feet padding along the wood floor.
The sight he found in the kitchen was… alluring.
Mikoto was there.
Her hair, long black tresses tied up into a ponytail, glistening in the sunlight that drifted in through a window. From behind, he could see every single one of her illustrious curves - and now that he had tasted them… it made looking at them all the better. He remembered running his hands over her wide hips, her plump buttocks, her luscious breasts. The clothes she was wearing… fuck, they only made the image better. The pants were tight, but the shirt was loose - said shirt hanging down off of one shoulder, unveiling a creamy expanse.
For the second time in only so many hours, Sasuke was a goner.
He just couldn’t stop himself. Damn his Uchiha impulsiveness, but when faced with the sight of his mother looking like an angel - and knowing that she was just as attracted to him as he was to her - it left him feeling emboldened.
Sasuke swept up behind her. Her guard had been down, and it was clear that she hadn’t noticed him, because Mikoto yelped as he pressed his lower half against her. He cupped her jaw, tilted her head to the right, and claimed her mouth in a deep kiss. She returned it, slipping her tongue into his mouth, her lips tasting like sweet nectar. Sasuke normally abhorred sweet things… but he could make an exception in this case.
He pulled away, to give themselves a moment to breath. Dark eyes stared into ebony ones. There was a subtle lull, filled with the pounding of their hearts in their ears.
“You still want to do this?” Mikoto breathed, her cheeks flushed.
“I do, Mom.” Sasuke murmured. He was already slipping his sweatpants down his thighs, along with his boxers. “I do.” He swallowed. “Will you let me?”
She paused for a moment… but only for a moment. “Alright,” Mikoto said, turning off the burner that she had switched on only a second ago, because she knew that this was going to last for quite a while. “Let’s do this.”
Mikoto groaned, for her pants were already pooled at her legs by the time the words had left her lips. Sasuke, it seemed, was more than eager to get started. Her panties were rid of soon after - and once more, she groaned, as he pressed his manhood against her rump. “Do you feel how hard you make me?” he rasped into her ear, pushing her forward so that she was half bent over the counter. “This is how badly I want to fuck you, Mom.” He gripped the base of his member, and gently guided it to her already damp entrance. “And… oh, I am going to fuck you.”
So vulgar. He felt so… wrong saying those words to his mother, and yet so right at the same time. Everything his body experienced seem to be so right as well. And… as Sasuke thrusted his hips upward, and dipped the first two inches of his member into Mikoto’s sopping wet entrance, he could honestly say that he wouldn’t have been able to stop himself even if he tried.
“Oh…” Mikoto tipped her head back slightly. Sasuke seized his chance, for the ponytail she wore exposed the creamy skin of her neck. Inexperienced and clumsy, sure, but he was dedicated - suckling at her shoulders and neck, his lips working overtime. He worked another two inches inside of her, pressing his mother against the counter top, giving him an unprecedented level of penetration even with less than half of his member jammed inside of her.
He pulled her head back with a gentle tug of her ponytail, and captured her lips once more. It was so sinful, to kiss your own mother, to plunder her mouth with your tongue, and yet he couldn’t get enough. Everything about her was amazing. For once, ever since he had watched Itachi cough up blood and begin that slow descent down to the grave, Sasuke felt… almost… free. He felt liberated, and as he sunk another two inches inside of Mikoto and moaned into her mouth, he just felt… so good. So damn good.
Again, they pulled back… and sort of grinned at each other for a moment, even as he worked six inches of fat cock in and out of her. “You feel so big inside of Mommy, Sasu...” Mikoto said, her voice husky. “Mommy can feel you inside of her… so huge, so hard. You love fucking your Mommy, don’t you?” She rocked her hips back against him, moaning and groaning as she did so. “Because Mommy loves you inside of her. She loves feeling your biiig cock making her feel so good.”
Sasuke had no idea where the ‘Mommy’ talk had come from. But he’d be a damned liar if he said he didn’t find it unbearably hot, and soon he was thrusting upwards into her that much faster, her breasts jiggling and the counter creaking beneath their combined body weight.
“You’re so tight, Mom.” he grumbled into her ear.
She grinned. “Just because I’m in my forties doesn’t mean I don’t still have ‘it’, Sasu.” Mikoto said cheekily, still rocking her hips back against him. “My big boy… oh… mmm… grab my tits!” She seized one of his hands, and placed it on her bust. “Come on… Mommy’s breasts need some loving, Sasu.”
With both hands, he grasped her tits, and gave them a squeeze. She moaned. Even through her shirt and bra, his great manly hands felt so warm, and already he was learning - Sasuke quick to realize that she constricted quite a bit around his member whenever he teased one of her nipples.
He was still thrusting forwards into her… and upwards. Sasuke wasn’t called a prodigy for nothing. He was angling his thrusts, back and forth, grinding his massive cock inside of her in just a way that left her mewling against him. ‘It’s like I can feel him in my stomach.’ Mikoto thought, moaning in contentment. ‘My little Sasu… all grown up.’ Grown up in more ways than one, clearly.
“I… I… can I cum inside of you?” Sasuke asked, his voice a harsh whisper.
“Go ahead.” MIkoto said.
He grinned, in an almost malicious sort of way. An invitation like that was something no hot blooded male could decline - and soon he was jerking his hips, faster and faster, squeezing and groping her tits with relish. She was bucking backwards against him. Moaning, groaning, in that endlessly sexy way of hers. When had his mother become such a sex fiend? Sasuke didn’t know… maybe, maybe she had always hid this side from him and Itachi. But again, he didn’t care. He didn’t care, because now- now this beautiful woman that he had the fortune to call his mother was his. He would protect her, take care of her… and in return, he’d plunder the treasures of her body at his leisure. It was only fair.
“Come on…!” Mikoto urged him on. “Harder… faster! I know you’ve got it in you, Sasu. Mommy wants to feel your hot cum inside of her again, she wants to feel you inside of her. Give Mommy that load, make Mommy feel like a woman again, come on!”
That was it for him. This beautiful, lustful woman coercing him- no, begging him to shoot a load inside of her… fuck, Sasuke felt as if he was saying this too often lately, but it was too much for him. Far, far too much.
Sasuke buried himself up to the hilt inside of his mother’s snatch, let out a low groan, and came. Mikoto jerked against him as he shot his cum inside of her canal, the raven haired woman moaning and rocking her hips back against him. “So hot… fuck…” she whispered, pushing back against Sasuke with all of the strength she could muster. “I-I- Mommy can feel it in her womb, Sasu.” Mikoto let out a long, piercing moan. “She can feel you all the way inside of her.”
He was still thrusting, even as his member pulsed and shot great jets of seed inside of her. Sasuke gave her breasts a squeeze once more… and then dipped his hand down low. There it was, that little nub she had talked about before the previous night. He gave it a good nudge, and she didn’t jerk against him- she spasmed.
“Fuuuckkk!” Mikoto half-screeched, her hair falling out of its ponytail from the ferocity of her shaking. Sasuke panted, digging in his heels and thrusting even deeper, just to let the last bit of his load out as far inside of her as possible - as if he were marking his territory.
Finally, he was spent, though he wasn’t soft. Mikoto calmed down after a minute, panting, her chest heaving up and down. They were silent for a moment, basking in that warm afterglow that made the instant after sex almost as nice as the sex itself.
This time, she was the one to initiate the kiss. Turning her head and capturing his lips, forcing her tongue into his mouth. Not that he was complaining - more focused on her taste, her warmth, the way her hair would tickle his cheek.
“This is fucked up, isn’t it?” Sasuke said, as the two of them pulled away from each other. It was plain to see if one looked at it from an outside perspective. Mother and son, pressed against the counter, their pants and undergarments pooled around their legs, Sasuke still buried inside of Mikoto.
MIkoto laughed, actually laughed at that. Sasuke grinned kind of anxiously. “Fucked up?” Mikoto said, almost breathless. “Sasu… we’re Uchihas; practically everything we do is fucked up.” She licked her lips… almost glad, in a way, that she could use such vulgarity around Sasuke without feeling bad about herself. Once upon a time, she would have tried to restrain herself - but if he could fuck a load into his mom’s womb, he could probably live with her cursing a little. “But… I mean… we’ve already done it. Twice.” Mikoto grinned up with him. “I… um… I don’t see any problems with doing it more. Do you?”
Sasuke chuckled. “I suppose not,” he chuckled, moving around inside of her a little bit. He loved the way she would mewl when he flexed his cock in her snatch. “Things are going to be different from here on out, aren’t they, Mom?”
“Well… if I can’t make breakfast without you coming up behind me and giving me a screw like that,” Mikoto said. “Then I suppose they are.” She winked at him. “I guess that’s not a bad thing. The real question is whether we’re still going to have breakfast or not.”
“I am hungry…” Sasuke murmured. He gave her a short thrust, and smirked as Mikoto let out a moan. “But… I still want to screw you at the same time. Decisions, decisions.”
She giggled. “I think Mommy could go for another round before breakfast, Sasu.” Mikoto said. “What do you say?”
“Deal.” Sasuke said. Then, he kissed her again.
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It was customary in Konoha for shinobi, or kunoichi, to go to the hospital for check ups. There were a lot of underlying diseases, conditions, or injuries that could go unnoticed - and for a village that relied on its shinobi for defense, that was a big no-no. Back in the day it had been a laissez-faire type of deal, but, the medical reforms proposed by Tsunade during the Sandaime Hokage’s reign, back before even Sasuke was born, had redone all of those systems.
It was safer now to be a shinobi than it ever had been before, in part thanks to those reforms. That didn’t mean they weren’t irritating to Sasuke, even if he knew what the pros and cons of them were - and the pros far outweighed the cons.
Especially in this instance.
Shizune was an interesting character in shinobi circles. She was like Tsunade’s shadow - everyone recognized her skill, but everyone knew that she was second to the Godaime Hokage; and that only got worse when Sakura had become Tsunade’s protege, because Shizune had eventually become third at that. Through no fault of her own either, for Sakura and Tsunade were both simply prodigies in the medical field. There wasn’t any competing with them, and that was an accepted fact.
Still, she had this… casual beauty about her. The kind where you knew she put no effort into her appearance, where you knew there was no defining ‘sexual’ traits about her - big breasts, a big ass, or any incredible curves - and yet, it was still impossible not to find her attractive. The way her black hair would frame her soft face. How her skirt would swish and flow in a way that seemed so girly and yet so womanly at the same time. And if there was one thing Shizune had, it was legs, endless and bountiful amount of legs that would catch any man’s eye.
Sasuke wasn’t focused on that, though.
He basically sat there and twiddled his thumbs on the hospital bed, while Shizune idly went through his medical record. Today was his check up, and honestly, he’d rather be home sleeping, out training, or screwing his mother than doing this. It was dreadfully boring, because even with Shizune as eye candy there wasn’t much else to it.
“Shirt, pants off.” Shizune said, with a casual flick of her wrist. “Close your eyes, let me work in peace.”
If there was one thing he did like about Shizune, it was the fact that she was straight and to the point. A consummate professional. Not someone who would ogle his naked body, or throw endless pity in his direction - as the entire village knew about Itachi’s passing. She knew that he wanted to get in and out, and that was that.
So, he followed her instructions. Stripping off his clothes, aside from his boxers, and easing himself onto the hospital bed. He closed his eyes - and proceeded to mentally remember the shinobi rule book as a way to pass the time.
He heard the snap of latex gloves being pulled on. The soft clicks of her heels on the floor, and Shizune’s gentle hum as she hovered above him. Then… she began to examine him. Her fingernails just barely brushing his pecs and biceps as she observed them. Giving his arm a squeeze. Occasionally telling him some rather simple instructions- “Flex your fingers.” or “Lift up your leg.”
Sasuke’s mind was off in la-la land. And so… he didn’t notice that Shizune’s fingers seemed to… drift a little. Lingering a little longer on his muscles than was absolutely necessary. ‘There’s nothing quite like an Uchiha…’ Shizune thought dreamily, staring at his face. The best patients were Uchihas. Quiet, orderly, willing to listen… and perfect for eye candy.
And this one… well, there was a reason that the Uchiha brothers were renowned as the village’s sexiest men. They’d probably be on magazine covers if Sasuke wouldn’t have probably burned alive whoever even asked him to do that.
Her gaze drifted lower… lower… lower.
Shizune was a proper lady, and she liked to give her patients privacy. She had never snuck a peek at their ‘equipment’, and she never would-
‘Big.’
She physically took a step back, her cheeks the same color as Sakura’s hair. Her mouth was slightly agape, her black eyes… transfixed.
Sasuke had begun, perhaps mistakenly thinking that he could keep his body under control, to think about the things he was going to do to Mikoto when he got home. Arousal built, and well… ‘other’ things got rather engorged.
The bulge in his boxers seemed almost exquisite. Shizune just couldn’t tear her eyes away. It twitched, and she actually let out a gasp.
“Something wrong?” Sasuke asked, raising an eyebrow. His eyes were still closed.
Shizune swallowed. “Umm… a bird almost hit the window.” she lied.
“Okay…”
She forced herself to keep her breathing in check. ‘How is it that big?’ she almost whimpered in thinking, rubbing her thighs together. ‘Oh no…’ She was getting wet. She could feel herself dampening… kami… how long had it been since she’d slept with a man?
There was a downside to the loose skirts she wore, and that was the fact that if she were to get aroused or soaking wet, you would be able to see everything through it. “Just a second,” Shizune said hurriedly, scurrying away from the table and to her bag. “Keep your eyes closed.” she warned.
“Will do.” Sasuke said.
“Good thing I have another pair…” she whispered to herself. Shizune was a professional, and she had a backup of everything. And that included panties. She cast a glance back at Sasuke, as if to make sure his eyes were still closed - Shizune blushing for she caught a glimpse of his bulge out of the corner of her eye. Carefully, she slipped off her arousal-soaked panties. A swift wipe of her folds with a tissue, Shizune grimacing. Then, she slid a fresh pair of panties on, stowing away the soaked ones into her bag haphazardly. “Okay!” she chirped, rushing back to Sasuke. “Just a minute longer!”
The rest of the session was remarkably fast. She wasted no time, and it was approximately fifty nine seconds before she was done.
“Alright.” Shizune said, as Sasuke sat up. “I’ll um…” He didn’t miss the way her cheeks pinkened when their gazes locked. “... leave you to get dressed, then.” She hurried out of the room, heels clicking on the floor, closing the door behind her.
Curiosity prickled at him.
‘What did she mean by another pair?’ Sasuke wondered. It wasn’t hard to deduct where she had gone when she’d gotten all flustered, gasping and such. Those obnoxious heels of hers wouldn’t allow even a seasoned kunoichi to be incognito on tiled floors.
There was a bag nestled near the corner of the room. It looked sort of a gym bag, sleek and black, but clearly a little more high quality than your ordinary stuff picked up from the sports store.
He nudged the bag open, and recoiled, as a… smell hit him. It took him a moment to place where it was from - but when he did, the information hit him like a kunai to the gut. It was the same smell his Mom made when she got aroused… well, not the exact same, but close enough.
It took him only five seconds or so to find the culprit.
He held up the damp panties with two pinched fingers, an intrigued look on his face. ‘She… had to change out of these.’ It was like one of those moments, where the details slowly knitted themselves together in his head. Then, suddenly…
… he smirked.
Sasuke set the damp panties down on the bed, and pulled his clothes back on. Then… he slipped the panties into his pocket.
There was nothing like a reminder that you had turned a girl on without even moving to jumpstart your day, after all. He didn’t know exactly what he was going to do with them - but it was the principle that mattered.
Shizune tiptoed into the room a few minutes later.
“I’m going to need you to come back in three days.” she said, her gaze lowered, not meeting his for an instant. “We’ll have the results for your blood work and things of that nature by then.”
Sasuke flashed her a smirk, despite the fact that she couldn’t see it. “Alright.” he said, making for the door. “See you in three days then.” She didn’t turn around - and when the door shut behind him, Shizune let out a breath of relief.
She crossed the room with a sort of freedom in her gut. ‘That boy is too attractive for his own good.’ she thought, heaving up her bag.
A pause, as Shizune sifted through the content. “Where are they…?” she mumbled, her hand digging through the contents. “They’re in here, I put them in here…!”
Suddenly, she froze.
Shizune blanched.
‘Oh no.’ she thought. ‘He…’
She scrambled out of the room as fast as her heels would allow her… but to no avail. Sasuke was already long gone, and it wasn’t like she could burst into the Uchiha compound asking for her panties back.
It was clear that she was going to have to wait three days until he came back in. And those were going to be some of the longest seventy two hours of her life.
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Things around the Uchiha house - at least, the main reserved for the head family (Shisui had chosen to remain in his own home) - had changed.
Mikoto wasn’t even halfway out of the bathroom, a towel draped around her curvy frame after a long shower, before she was ambushed by her son. Before she wouldn’t have complained, not in the slightest… but, there was a slight problem.
Sasuke’s pants were already down around his ankles before she managed to find the words stop him. “S-stop!” Mikoto said hurriedly, her face flushed. To his credit, he stopped immediately.
He blinked at her. “Is something wrong, Mom?” he asked, his cock already hard, poking against the side of her stomach.
She swallowed. “I… um…” Her face heated up even more. “I’m on my period, Sasu.” After a moment of deliberation, she had simply decided to be blunt in the end. Mikoto watched as realization slowly dawned on his face.
“Oh…” he mumbled. “You’re- you still can…” Sasuke took a cautious step back. “You’re… bleeding… down there, then.” His face seemed strangely red.
Mikoto rubbed her arm nervously. “Yeah… I am.” she said, meeting his gaze for an instant before her eyes flicked away.
“Oh…” Sasuke said. “I suppose we can’t… erm… do it, then.” he said.
“It might get a little bloody, yeah.” Mikoto said, with a strange giggle. Sasuke looked a little downcast - so filthy, she thought, that he was sad at the prospect of not being able to fuck his mother - and she really, really couldn’t stand it. To her, Sasuke being sad… or in any way inconvenienced made that ache in her heart ten times worse. “There’s… um… still things we can do.”
Sasuke blinked. “Like what?”
She grinned toothily at him… and in that moment, there was only one word Sasuke could use to describe the expression on his mother’s face - cougar-like. “I have an idea,” Mikoto said in a sultry manner, biting her lip. She grasped his wrist with a surprisingly firm grip. “Let’s adjourn to the bedroom, Sasu…”
One hand still clutched the top of her towel, the other hand leading Sasuke, Mikoto practically hopped and skipped into the bedroom. Sasuke followed along - stepping out of his pants and leaving them in the hallway. He was still hard, his erection bobbing with every step.
Once they were both inside the master bedroom, Mikoto simply allowed the towel to… float to the ground. If Sasuke had been hard before… well, it was nothing compared to what he was now. The simple fact that he was the only living man to bear witness to the sight of Uchiha Mikoto’s luscious curves; it was a treat, a delicious sundae that Sasuke would kill to keep all to himself.
She grinned in that delightful way of hers, closing the distance between them. Mikoto leaned forward, kissing him, circling his lips with her nimble tongue. “Mommy’s sorry, Sasu…” she whispered, her fingers fiddling with the hem of his shirt. “She’s sorry that you can’t take your long and thick cock and fuck her silly.” Mikoto chuckled mischievously, pulling his shirt over his head, so that he was as naked as she was. “But don’t worry, Sasu; Mommy is going to make it up to you. Oh… Mommy is going to make it up to you, rest assured…”
Sasuke felt almost lightheaded from all the blood rushing through his member, to the point that when Mikoto tugged on his arm once more and pulled him onto the bed, Sasuke offered no resistance. His head slammed against the pillows, his cock springing upwards into the air like some kind of majestic tower.
“So, what are you going to- oh fuccck….”
All it had taken was one casual lick across the head of his member, and Sasuke could have sworn that his brain shut down for an instant. His entire body shuddered, and the mental image of his mother licking his member as if it were a lollipop would remain imprinted in his mind forevermore.
Mikoto grinned sweetly. Poised like a cat over Sasuke, her breasts swinging, her wet hair hanging in her eyes, she looked like an untamed jungle cat… and with her hand fastened around the base of his member, Sasuke could say that she was a jungle cat that he did not want to anger.
Lucky for him, she was clearly not angry with him.
Another lick, and Sasuke moaned, actually moaned. “Mommy loves the way you taste, Sasu.” Mikoto purred. “And… if just your cock tastes this good, Sasu…” A third lick. “Mommy wonders what your gooey, hot cum is going to taste like; in fact, Mommy can’t wait to taste it.” She giggled, brushing her hair to the side.
Finally, she went in for the kill; truly taking his member into her mouth, inhaling the top three inches as smoothly as if she were simply breathing. Her tongue swirled around his shaft effortlessly, as even with his abnormally fat cock, Mikoto was far too experienced at this sort of thing for her to be hampered by Sasuke’s sheer size.
She was stroking him as well, long and languid, her fingers gently running over engorged veins and muscles. The lack of her usual dirty talk was a little disappointing - but the connotations of what they were doing was still the same to Sasuke. This was his mother, and here she was - sucking his cock like a pro, bobbing her head up and down, pumping her son’s member for all it was worth.
“Gah… kami…” Sasuke ground out, his legs twitching. There was something so hot about the complete lack of control he had; Mikoto had him in the palm of her hand, he was putty, butter, whatever metaphor someone could use. It was as if she were sapping all of his energy away through the tip of his cock - and he was letting her. “Mom… your mouth is so good…” He moaned. “So wet… so warm…”
She grinned cheekily. As if she were rewarding him for acknowledging her prowess, she decided to demonstrate said skill a little more - inhaling deeply, before going down, down, down…
In reality, it was only a second. But for Sasuke, the simple motion of Mikoto deepthroating his cock seemed to last for an eternity. Ten inches of thick, fat cock stuffed in her mouth - and she looked so happy, still grinning, her tongue and hands still hard at work, fondling his balls and working over the slim bits of shaft that weren’t engulfed.
And… well… that was it for him.
His vision seemed to go white; his toes curled, his body shuddered… and his shaft throbbing. Mikoto winked at him, still holding her ground despite the oncoming storm. She was prepared for the first shot of hot cum, and she took it like a champion - not even recoiling as that first telltale gulp reached Sasuke’s ears. That only seemed to spur him on as his member pulsed inside of her mouth, thick jets of his seed spurting into the awaiting mouth of his mother.
She swallowed it all; every last drop, every last little bit of man goo that Sasuke could manage with that particular load. And even after he was spent, she was still suckling at his softening shaft, as if straining for that last little bit that she could manage to drain.
Finally, she allowed his member to slip from her mouth, and Sasuke let out a groan as she did so.
Mikoto licked her teeth and her lips, grinding her hips against the sheets - a rather obvious wet spot beneath her. “Mommy love love, loved the taste of your cum, Sasu.” she said. “Oh… oh… if Mommy had to pick one thing to eat for the rest of her life, that was it.” Mikoto actually rubbed her stomach for a moment, groaning pointedly. “The second my period’s over…” she whispered. “I want you to have Mommy bent over this bed. Alright, Sasu?”
He groaned. “Consider it done.” Sasuke said.
“But… Mommy’s going to be on her period for a while yet.” Mikoto said. “Either way, Mommy’s going to need a second load from her little Sasu… and she hopes that ‘not so little’ Sasu is up to the task.” She giggled, as she descended upon his member once more.
He moaned.
‘My mother is going be the end of me.’ Sasuke thought.
Death by sex crazed mother; it wasn’t exactly the most glamorous way to go, but if he had to choose a method of execution, that was certainly the way he’d prefer.
Besides - it wasn’t as if he’d have it any other way by this point.
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That’s a wrap for this chapter. Sorry to disappoint you if you were expecting Shizune to have a second scene… but, don’t worry - she’s coming, ;). Thanks for reading, and don’t forget to drop a review. I’ll have a third chapter out for you guys in no time.
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