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Uzumaki Heat	By : c0p13r Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 33040 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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            Kushina woke up late in the morning, with a big, drooling smile. It was perhaps one of the best sleeps she’d had since coming back. She was on her back, not even on her pillows, not even lying properly on the bed. She was lying diagonally on the mattress, one leg crooked over the edge and arms thrown out to her sides. And her gown was pulled down, both her tits out and feeling good with handprints still red on them – she liked them mauled, though Minato was always nervous about being too rough with her. Her nipples throbbed, but her pussy the most. She shouldn’t have let it get this bad. Since coming back to her son, she thought herself only a mother. She had the urge of a frisky wife, but she buried it beneath cleaning and cooking and caring for her too-long neglected son.
            But last night… was incredible. She had started with taking off her panties and plunging two fingers up her gooey snatch. So tight~ She reveled in it, knowing how Minato reacted when entering her. She curled her fingers, twisted them, and then added a third when she wanted more. And then she stopped… on the cusp of orgasm. This was dangerous, she knew. Tsume-san was right: pent-up desires could lead to dangerous thinking and decisions. Kushina had stopped the thought before it could manifest, but it was there regardless: there was someone down the hall with the right tool to satisfy her.
            No! No, alright! She just needed a different position to really draw out the pleasure. She flipped onto her front, left breast in left hand underneath her, and pushed her ass towards the ceiling, and then began to violate herself in earnest again.
            When they were younger, as friends/enemies, Mebuki had said to her that there were certain shops that sold toys for restless kunoichi. “I already have two,” teenage Mebuki boasted, holding up the same number of fingers and winking. Kushina puffed out her cheeks, pouting and looking like a tomato, and then defended her budding and innocent romance with the Minato kid. She waited and kept Minato honest, but the Uzumaki Heat was on her… She at least needed to know him intimately. So after a night of getting into his home and sneaking her mouth under his blankets while he was sleeping – he awoke midway through and held her head in place when he started to spurt after first begging her to stop – they both consented to oral sex. 69 was her absolute favorite, putting her efforts to his cock against her own stamina. On top or on bottom, she loved it. Once, whilst in the preferred position, Kushina told him not to worry about her. “Just put it in my mouth like you’re fucking me, alright,” she gasped and opened her mouth. Minato, while having some reservations, committed to it, slanting his body against her face and trying to act on his body’s instinct. He pushed his cock in her mouth like he was fucking her pussy, and she just took it without complaint. As instructed, he didn’t touch her pussy; she did it for him, putting on a show of her hand petting and playing her wet cunt. And in fact, she came before him, squirting and giving a muffled squeal that vibrated around his prick. He came right after that, moaning out her name as she gulped down his thick load. No worry about being overwhelmed; she kept his balls pretty light.
            When they got married, it finally came down to fucking, hard and often, to the point where Minato actually couldn’t go into his Hokage office because he was so worn out. And even on that day, Kushina didn’t let him rest, though she said she would. “You just lie there and let me do all the work, alright.” What jutsu did she weave to keep bringing his dick back up for her?!
            Last night, without her husband, she fingered her cunt with her ass in the air. She hadn’t thought about it, just acted, and put herself in that prostrated position. But when she did think of it, she was fairly certain that this position with Minato led to the creation of Naruto. Her pinky and forefinger held outside at her vulva while her ring and middle fingers plunged in at her hungry pussy. A cock! I need a cock, alright! She bit into her bedsheets, frustrated by the unfulfilling substitution of fingers inside her instead of a man holding her lovely hips and drilling her like she needed it. As best as she could, while keeping in rhythm with the speedy tempo, she tried to hook her thumb into her clit and rub it.
            Please! Please! She needed it, her mind drugged by her heavy arousal. Her muscles began to spasm and come to tight knots. The walls of her cunt came down on her fingers to hold them in place. Please! Let the door open again, alright! She released her scream into the bed, but it still made a significant racket in the still apartment. Her thighs quaked violently and her drippy ecstasy streamed down their quivering insides or plopped down to a growing stain between her spread knees.
            After those heated throes, everything about her came untangled. Like she had been hoisted all this time by a string, and then that string snapped, she splayed out flat over the bed like a marionette; only her heavy heaving gave life to her form. She was elated and forlorn all at once. Fingers could only get her so far; there was still the after feeling, where she expected a man to instruct her into position before stretching her hungry hole. That wonderful bliss when a hard, thick pole wedged open her all the way to her cervix before pulling back and repeating the process with growing haste.
            Now, with the fantasy done, the sleep over, she stretched out as much as she could, toes and fingers reaching for opposite ends of the room before going limp. She had rested well after her self-inflicted orgasm, yet did not feel entirely restored. No, imitation and fantasy would never hold up to the real thing. There was always the option to use a Shadow Clone and a transformation to mimic Minato… She hated the idea. That would be more of a lie than mere imitation. In the end, the closest she would have to Minato was…
            “Naruto!”
            He barged in heedlessly, looking spry for the morning and forgetting the custom of knocking before entering a room in his home. Thank goodness she had not thrown off her nightie in her fits of restless passion last night! Still, though, the garment was stretched at places where her impatient hands tried to probe heated flesh underneath. In her splayed-open, indecent waking, she was exposed to his scrutiny. At once, she clutched the blanket to her form in one hand and pitched a pillow at him with the other. “Get out, alright!!”
            The pillow didn’t really hurt, but Kushina had quite an arm to knock him back. Naruto profusely excused himself, red in the face as she backed out and left his mom to get ready and dressed.
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            Kushina was glowering at her son as they walked side-by-side; a blush was on her face as an awkward grin was on his own. How many times would he have to apologize for her to stop looking at him like that? She yanked on his ear when he asked her that very question. “You don’t walk in on a lady like that, alright?!”
            “S-sorry,” he chuckled when she let go of his ear. It wasn’t that she couldn’t get over it; it was that he didn’t really seem apologetic about the incident, that he was secretly pleased to have caught his mom in an indecent manner in waking, and that made her continue to blush and pout like a schoolgirl whose crush had caught a glimpse of her panties during an upward draft. It wasn’t entirely his fault… but he was looking. That was enough to earn her halfhearted scorn for a few hours.
            “So are we going to get something to eat?” Naruto asked after a few moments of seemingly aimless walking. He grinned mischievously. “Ichiraku ramen is great for breakfast, too…”
            “No way,” Kushina declared, even though she would love to down a few bowls herself right now. But taking any advice from him at the moment would feel like an affront to her pride, while at the same time, she knew better than to feed his addiction of ramen as well. She turned her nose up slightly and said, “We’ll get food somewhere else…” She took a significant pause. “And then… some clothes shopping.”
            “Clothes shopping?”
            She nodded in return. Though it wasn’t true – everything was accounted for – she explained rather plainly, though with a healthy hint of embarrassment to the coloring of her cheeks, “I’m losing underwear, alright?”
            And as she had expected – or had she hoped? – Naruto reacted clumsily, managing to trip over his own feet midstride, blabbering as he went down in a heap. A mind heavy with guilt slows the feet first, Minato had said once when accusing her of pilfering the pantry at night during pregnancy.
            She feigned ignorance. “Naruto, are you alright?”
            “Y-yeah,” he replied, picking his scuffed face off the ground. There was an unmistakable flush on his face, not caused by the faceplanting. He looked up at her, gulped, and then looked away. “Should I…?” He cleared his throat. “I guess I’ll go do some training after eating.”
            “Oh? You don’t want to go shopping?” Outwardly, she was rather calm and innocent; inward, her heart was throbbing. She had him on the ropes and he didn’t even know it. The girlish part of her was imagining that he was imagining her modeling a line of underwear, undressing behind only a curtain, pulling off panties and laying them out, him resisting the urge to take each one and breathe in her brief scent to appease the lust in his loins. Just how could she go about nonchalantly modeling underwear for him? At the store, it would surely call the attention of other shoppers and owners. At home? That was risky and blunt. She might as well tell him outright “I know you’ve been taking my worn panties, alright? Here, have this one.”
            That was a hazy vision that she knew she shouldn’t get lost in right away; least of all in public.
            “Well, it’s just that…” Naruto trailed off, addressing her question prior to her cloudy daydreaming. “It should be… private…”
            “Nonsense!” exclaimed Kushina proudly, beating her breast with a fist. “There shouldn’t be any privacy between a mom and son, right?”
            There absolutely should be, but Naruto wasn’t about to outright disagree with his outrageous mom. Somehow, he’d slip away before they could get to the clothing store. If he was really lucky, Shikamaru or Choji or someone could intercept them by chance, and he’d make up some excuse – like forgetting a training exercise or some other promise that needed to be fulfilled – and get away. Although… well, seeing his beautiful mom selecting what she would wear under her bland dress did provoke some intrigue…
            When Naruto set his mind to it, he could achieve just about anything, particularly when it came to mischief. He had managed to get away after eating; really, at the last second. The Inuzuka mother/son duo had been heading in the same destination as the Uzumaki duo, and when Kiba confronted Naruto, it was always rambunctious. Either they would fight or they would frolic, and with no recourse, both mothers dismissed their boys from attending a shopping excursion.
            It was a bit of a disappointment – Kushina, being mischievous herself, was interested to see how her Naruto would respond to the underwear that drew her attention – but more than that, Tsume was an intimidating presence after their last encounter.
            “Heh. Underwear shopping with Naruto.”
            Kushina ducked her head in embarrassment, trying to focus on the selection.
            “Then I take it you took my advice.” Tsume nodded approvingly. “That’s good. Though he still seems rather energetic.”
            Kushina looked up to her frantically, clutching a pair of pink panties that she really wasn’t considering to her chest. “That’s not it, alright!” She was loud, but sounded meek. She regretted the compulsion to respond so desperately; other women were already taking notice, so she addressed them with an awkward apology.
            Her response made Tsume glower. “What’s that mean? Hmph! I thought so.” She looked towards the exit. “I could smell it on him. He’s ready, but it seems you’re not.” Unike Kushina, she didn’t care for eavesdroppers; because eavesdroppers knew better than to eavesdrop on her.
            In response, Kushina clapped her knees together and stiffened her stance. But of course, Tsume would have already detected her pheromones upon meeting.
            “You’re being irresponsible, letting him go on like that. You’ll be a grandmother before you know it!”
            Kushina, who could only take so much verbal abuse, swallowed the urge to say that Hana was more likely to have a child from Kiba first! But that would ensue with a scuffle pitting the vicious head of Inuzuka against the Red-Hot Habanero. The only sure outcome would be a demolished store and hefty fines.
            Her clenching fist cracked the wooden frame of the box of panties in front of her.
            “Kiba is reckless and stupid,” Tsume announced suddenly. “He would be even worse if Hana and I did not take care of him.” She looked hard at Kushina and said, “Send Naruto to me if you are not up to the task.”
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            Kushina wound up walking out of the store with only two new pairs of panties – a purchase more out of obligation than necessity, since she and Tsume had stirred up (however briefly) something that should have been a tranquil process – some time after Tsume left. The offer was left standing, and aside from some brisk words of parting – as Tsume’s destination was not clothing but furniture in the market – the offer was the last thing said. So it floated amongst Kushina’s thoughts for a good while, making her troubled on her walk home.
            Being a mom to a teenager… It might not have been so hard if she hadn’t been absent for the first sixteen years of his life. She had come in basically hoping to nurse and coddle and teach, not vie for attention and chase and scold. Not that Naruto was horrendous, but he also had his awkwardness in this new relationship.
            Panty-theft being of paramount concern…
            She sighed heavily. Maybe it was good that he went off with Kiba, to get a break from her smothering…
            Who’s smothering, alright?! She snarled and gnashed her fangs and raised a fist threateningly at her own choice of words.
            As long as Kiba-chan wasn’t advocating debauchery… being with his friend would be good for Naruto. And it would give her a chance to contemplate her own dilemmas.
            How long until he found out about her new panties? True, they were not necessary and were bought out of that sense of patron obligation, but she was at least meticulous on what she decided on. Sexy panties… The kind that Minato went to mush for. It was one thing to get perverts like Jiraiya-sensei riled up; it was an entirely new chore to get a husband hot under the collar when he’d already seen every aspect of her body.
            These panties rode up and promised very little coverage. Passion red, tight hem to cling into her hips, lace that did complimented the skin rather than detract, a narrow back end that would ride up her backside and make her eager to get out of them… Her complexion matched their hue when she thought of it. This kind of underwear always made her fidgety, and Minato said she was cute when she was like that. “I’m not trying to be cute, alright!” she would shout back, losing the sexy demeanor to her flustery quirks. Afterwards, Minato would relieve the wedgie by pulling it aside and bending her over the couch.
            What would Naruto think of them when he found them? Would he be aroused? Or would he suspicious and jealous, thinking that she was trying to entice another man? That thought stirred the schoolgirl in her, thrilled by the idea of her man confronting a rival of love for her affection!
            Too bad Naruto was her son and not her man… Still a flattering notion to be guarded by a man regardless, but to imagine swooning and drooping over the victorious Naruto was… not the heroic image many in the village would approve of. Incest in Konoha was not unheard of… but mother and son…? She couldn’t imagine – realistically, anyway – clutching to her boy’s arm, intentionally shoving her breasts against him in public, as they dated. Dates with her would lead to her bed, on her back, him testing the pliability of her body as he fucked her in all sorts of ways…!
            She shook her head. No! No! She’d drench her current panties if she played those vibrant fantasies too long, and then she’d have to find some discrete place to switch to the new ones in the bag. She hadn’t even washed them yet! And she couldn’t walk around commando, with arousal trickling steadily down her legs from her slit.
            Arriving home, she felt that she should be hungry, but the thought of eating wasn’t there; neither was the urge. All she could think of was the thong she had bought and the possibilities it promised.
            She sat at the kitchen table with the passion red underwear laid out in front of her. The material was sleek and nice to the touch, but it’d be intrusive, clinging to every bit of her down there. Aside from baiting Naruto, she couldn’t imagine wearing it at any other time; though briefly, the idea passed through her mind, wearing it to the hot springs just to see the looks she’d get from all the aging, haggard moms who had been so critical of her temperament before – “You’re too angry all the time. You’ll get wrinkles early. You don’t have the patience to be a mother.” A part of her really wanted to show off her youthful, provocative figure to those hags and make them drool in envy.
            That was a scheme for some other time. She was left too long dwelling alone. Food wasn’t even being prepared, and Naruto could – or should! – be home any minute. She’d spent so long ambling in the clothing store with Tsume and then brooding over the underwear. How could such distractions tempt her until the sun was on a full descent?
            How also could Naruto stay out so late? It was peaceful in the world of ninja now! What need did he have to train? He’d already achieved a godlike status among even the Kages. And with that monster inside of him, he could zip between the training grounds with Kiba to her kitchen in a flash!
            She clapped her hands in front of her with a “Hmph!” Case closed! She’d wait for him to show up, and if he asked nicely, they’d go to Ichiraku for some ramen! No big deal to treat him there once in a while! And old man Teuchi served alcohol, and Kushina was in the mood for some sake! And if she got tipsy, and on the way home, she slipped or teetered into some crates and somehow flashed her nice, new panties for her son, that wouldn’t be her fault. And from there, they would see where the night went.
            Quite proud for such a simple and – with her favorite long dress – unlikely plan, Kushina folded her arms and nodded to her genius. She didn’t need the rowdy aggression of Tsume-san’s authoritative methods. Foolproof and simple. If she could snag someone like Minato without trying, all men should fail to her charms no matter what!
            Unless, of course, her patience was tested, her stomach finally complained, and Naruto hadn’t shown up even after dark. “Just what is he doing, alright!” She slammed her palms down on the table like she wanted it to break. If she screamed out her bedroom window, would her voice carry all the way to him? Would he have the wisdom to heed her call… or know it was much safer to flee in the other direction?
            “Fine!” She grabbed the panties in her fist, threw them in the bag, and planned to return them or throw them away. She stomped to her room like she was leaning into a hard gust of wind. “If that’s the way he’s going to be, I’m not going to treat him at all, alright!” The door slammed, and she got ready for the night.
            But first…
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            “Glug-glug-glug! Ahh~!! Another!” “Another!”
            A fresh bowl; she went at it with a vengeance.
            “Slurp! Chomp! Slurp-slurp! Ahm! Glug-glug! Ahh~!!” Slam! “Another!”
            Teuchi seemed helpless. He might’ve been able to do more against the Pain of the Akatsuki’s Almighty powers than an agitated Uzumaki. “Please, Kushina-san,” he begged her. “Don’t slam the bowls. They’ll break.”
            Kushina looked up, scowling at him… well, not at him; there were dark, sinister thoughts festering in her head. He wasn’t the object, but he could be a casualty to her wrath. She jabbed her chopsticks at him. Might as well have been two kunai with how deadly they seemed in her hand. “You!” He flinched behind the counter. Her hardness didn’t ease, but there was a crack in her façade; a flicker of vulnerability in her gloomy gaze. She let the silence linger, hanging between them, over his head like a swinging scythe. She murmured in her throat as she sized him up. “You wouldn’t keep me waiting at home all alone, would you?”
            “Uh, no!” Teuchi hurried to answer, hoping to flatter and therefore dissuade her from flattening him and his shop. Where was Ayame-chan?! Out on a delivery run, of all times, promoting her soba platter! She might not have a restaurant to serve soba or ramen if she didn’t hurry back! She was the one with the backbone to deal with the female customers!
            But then her question really dawned on him. “Oh?” Curious and surprised – not hopeful or disappointed – he was brave enough to move in on Kushina’s questioning. “Kushina-san… did you have a date?”
            “Tch!” She turned away with a frown. “Of course not.” She might have… if he had just come home minutes sooner. “He kept me waiting!” Like a child in tantrum, she double-fisted her bowl and slammed it down repeatedly on the counter. “And so I want another bowl, alright!!”
            “Right, right. Here you go. This one’s on the house,” Teuchi continued to try to keep her flattered.
            “No! Put it on the tab!” she ordered him, clutching the fresh salt ramen with her arm, hoarding it possessively for herself. “And send the bill to Naruto!”
            She ate herself stupid and probably even drunk somehow. The Akimichi would welcome her as one of their own as she teetered out of the ramen shack, feeling fat, disgusting, and happy. “Bye, old man~♪” she sang, waving her hand back to Teuchi, leaving him several high stacks of dishes that he would have to do himself.
            He sulked. “I shouldn’t stay open so late if Ayame’s not going to be here to help…”
            Patting her bloated stomach proudly, Kushina giggled and strutted down the dirt roads with open-legged strides. Proper women were aghast by her unseemly behavior, and men were well aware of how painful it would be to make fun of her. Instead, everyone gave her a wide berth and let her pass unabated to her home.
            Well, there was one fool enough to engage her. “Wow, Kushina-san! Looks like Naruto will have a kid brother soon, huh? Guwahaha-oof!” Kizashi’s poor pun of her size got no chuckles – except from himself – and didn’t even break her course as she clotheslined him, knocking him out in record time.
            She should have stayed feeling good. Ramen from Ichiraku would always be a sinful delight, and gorging for free – at her unaware son’s expense – should make her feel even better! But the moment she walked in hers and Naruto’s shared apartment, that plummeting feeling of loneliness returned. Her Uzumaki body had already slimmed her down, converting the food into crucial chakra that had nowhere to go. She felt agitated now; all aggression and nothing to put it towards.
            She wanted to see Tsume-san. This would be a moment where she’d be at her best. She’d poke at Tsume’s chest after the Inuzuka’s maternal ridicule and say “I can handle raising my own son! And I don’t need you to tell me how to do it, alright!” Tsume-san would hate that, but if she tried anything, it’d just turn into another helping of Squashed Tomato.
            But Tsume was not there.
            Probably having more fun than me…
            And neither was Naruto.
            Did Kiba return home yet, or was Naruto keeping him occupied? If he had returned home… Maybe Tsume-san was having a more interesting time.
            Kushina involuntarily squeezed her legs together, fidgeted, and moaned. This was it. The frustrating Uzumaki Heat; enticing her and flooding her head with images and ideas that just would not disperse! Minato had helped her conquer those episodes! What was she to do without him?!
            She was already runny, heat melting her beneath her panties. “Oh~” she moaned desperately and leaned over the table, presenting herself to whatever man – or even woman – might take her and give her the treatment she deserved and desired. Her little, bitty breasts; showed up by even girls a generation younger than herself! But hers were still plump and full, fuller still since Naruto’s birthing. She hadn’t had the chance to enjoy them engorged and filled with milk. Upon her resurrection – a non-sacrificial mix of the Rinnegan and the Nine-Tails’ life-enriching powers and the lingering of her soul within Naruto – her milk had dried up about a month of non-breastfeeding and towel compressions. But their enhanced size stayed. Tsunade-sama, Hinata-san, and even the Yamanaka daughter might still be larger, but Uzumaki Kushina was satisfied with them.
            She clutched at her chest, squeezing them and mimicking the motions as if a man had tossed up the hem of her dress and buried his cock inside of her. O, that fulfilling feeling! Her fingers just could not match it! Her fingers weren’t thick or very long, they didn’t move independent of her will or unpredictably, they didn’t fire off hot, sticky rounds of white wet fireworks celebrating her desirability!
            “I need…!” she droned, now clutching the table’s edges and grinding her crotch against it. The images in her mind were becoming clearer, the anonymous man starting to display certain features. Blonde spiky hair, deep blue eyes, a cocky smirk… but not her handsome husband. “I need,” she prayed again, rubbing her scorching pussy to unfulfilled effect against the table. Tsume-san did it, encouraged her daughter to take part too! Why couldn’t Kushina be allowed…? Allowed to give name and desire to it?!
            “Naruto!!” while something that should have been an orgasm wracked through her. She felt all the tension build, but none of the relief. It was a brutal emptiness, one that only left her more unfulfilled and frustrated.
            Then, outside, while she was in the midst of composing herself, a sonic boom. Something had pressed the limits of the sound barrier. Few could reach those kinds of speeds; with Minato passed and Ay in another Country, that only meant…
            “Mom! What’s wrong?!” Naruto rushed into the apartment, his chakra cloak of the Nine-Tails’ subjugation dissipating in orange embers.
            Kushina didn’t have time to whine and complain about her failed orgasm. Her taut face pulled down in a droopy look of embarrassment. She was just about to concede, to mount the table and open her legs and pander to her hot cunt more meticulously. Naruto’s arrival was both well- and ill-timed: early enough to catch her before she lost control, too late to keep her arousal in check.
            As if hosting a malevolent ghost, she dragged herself up from the table, long hair pulling like seaweed. Naruto watched her. Maybe he had a question or two – like what she screamed his name for, or why she was one knee up on the dining table – but her ominous turn – with one eye peaking from the veil of her hair – held his voice still. She seemed to hover there for a moment, the frightful pause preceding disaster.
            It was quite a relief that she suddenly pushed her luscious hair back and withdrew her ominous aura. A simple moment of self-collection, and she was up and cheery. “What took you so long? I was getting worried.”
            She sounded fine, but Naruto was concerned by that alone. “Well, uh, I heard you call me…” He rubbed the back of his neck. “You sounded bothered.”
            “Bothered? Me?” Kushina laughed forcibly, flapping a hand at the accusation while there was an obvious sweat accumulating on her brow. Her cheeks were flushed. Naruto was becoming aware of these little hints of a woman’s inner feelings. “Not me, alright,” she yammered. “I was just wondering when you’d get home, and I stubbed my toe and…”
            That earlier frightful pause came on the rebound, full circle.
            “What are you doing, making me wait for you to get home, alright?!”
            There was the fiery and feisty Uzumaki Kushina that instilled natural fear into the hero of the shinobi world. Even Kurama would back out in her vicious tirades.
            “I was going to treat you to some Ichiraku,” she continued, storming up to him, paralyzing him with raw dread. “And you decided to stay out all night!”
            Naruto wouldn’t dare try to say that it was hardly after sundown, even if it was true.
            Kushina stood in front of him. They were nearly eyelevel; he still may have some growing to come. He gulped. Staring down the interdimensional goddess of chakra hadn’t made him as rigid as his mom had. She was scoping him for something, but he couldn’t think of what.
            His heart suddenly stopped, ice forming in his stomach and chilling him.
            Did I… did I leave them out…?
            “Were you… with a girl?”
            Naruto’s thoughts on ‘borrowed’ unmentionables balled up in his room went unfinished. The question was so direct, accusatory, and unexpected. “Huh?” was the best he could manage.
            Kushina stabbed at his chest with a finger. “Did Tsume-san meet you when you were playing with Kiba?!” she pressed more forcibly. She had her suspicions that now Kiba’s predatory mother was preying on a son that was admitted to being ready to breed. The thought of Naruto, the precious only child of herself and Minato, acting as a stud to another clan filled Kushina with dread and jealousy. Surely the type of jealousy of a mother who wanted to preserve her child’s innocence and not someone who was in secret competition with the Inuzuka.
            “No,” Naruto truthfully answered after the initial shock. What did Tsume have to do with anything, anyway? Aside from a weird, lingering look from her in general passing today, he never really had any interaction with her.
            Kushina eyed him longer as if that would make him change his answer. To her relief, he remained steadfast and honest. She sighed, holding her chest and letting her heart calm down. Good… One more sigh; just something bracing before she switched from the frantic female to strict mother. She placed her hands on her hips and glowered at her boy before holding a finger of admonishment up in his face. “For your tardiness, I won’t be making dinner for you tonight. You’ll have to fend for yourself, alright?”
            “Fend for myself?” he repeated. He took a moment before giving that cheeky chuckle. “I’ve been fending for myself most of my life, Mom.”
            “I-I know that, alright!” she flustered, going red in the face again. “But for tonight, I mean it as a punishment. A punishment!” She jabbed her finger into the tip of his nose, causing him to scrunch up. “I’m going to bed now…” She pivoted so hard on her heel, it squeaked and might have even left a dent on the floorboards. She marched… but Naruto noticed a particular sashay to her hips. She stopped halfway down the hall to look back at him. Why was there so much red in her pouty cheeks, such a nervous glimmer in her eyes?
            Naruto swallowed hard and focused on tightening his fists so that his fingernails could stab his palms.
            “And don’t even try to come in and bother me, alright?!” She seemed very intent to say that, though why did it need to be said?
            Because, rationalized Kushina as she turned back and finished her way into her bedroom, boys like Naruto never followed instructions…
            The door closed, but was not locked.
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            “Ah~, Naruto.” Old man Teuchi fidgeted nervously as his best and favorite customer came in with a grin and the promise of a healthy appetite and a fat Gamachan. The latter part both relieved and concerned him. Teuchi was happy to give Konoha’s hero discounts and even free meals every now and then. But to comp two gluttonous Uzumaki would ruin him. He looked down under his counter, to the bill that Kushina demanded to be passed down to her son. Should he pass it over now, and possibly ruin Naruto’s appetite and night?
            Best just pull that band-aid off, Teuchi thought, picking up the paper tab to show to Naruto. Surely there’d be some money left over, and Teuchi would be kind enough to give him an extra bowl free.
            “Naruto-kun!”
            The wispy voice gasped, and Teuchi and Naruto both turned to the new customer who had wandered in.
            “Oh, hey, Hinata!” Naruto smiled brightly at the buxom Hyuga, waving like she wasn’t little more than three feet (one meter) away. “You came for some Ichiraku?!”
            “Uh, yes,” she answered, fiddling her fingers and blushing. “I just finished training with Hanabi… so I…” Her lips tightened.
            Naruto laughed and eagerly patted the stool right next to him. “I was kicked out,” he jeered, “so I came here too! Old man!” He turned to Teuchi and held up two fingers. “Two Ichiraku Specials! I’m paying for Hinata, alright.”
            Teuchi felt his throat clutch, a heavy weight of guilt pressing down on him. Two Uzumakis… and Hyuga Hinata in one night?! Gamachan could be a bank and not cover the cost!
            The tab in his hand crumpled in his fist as he debated handing it to Naruto. Hinata had just settled in and was starting to engage Naruto in conversation. A lovely start to a blossoming date and romance…
            Teuchi sighed in defeat and put the tab down. Maybe another day…
            Forcing a smile against the nausea – Ayame was going to have a fit – he said enthusiastically, “Two Specials coming up.”
            “And keep them coming, alright!!”
            Teuchi slumped. “… Alright…”
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            Kushina was on her back, primed and ready. Her heart was beating in her chest. All was quiet in the apartment, so she listened intently for approaching footsteps. Door unlocked – she checked several times before lying down – there was nothing to stop entrance! She even left it unlocked as she undressed and switched into her breezy, easily-removed nightgown. Perfume, hair fixed and straightened, a tiny bit of lips gloss for exceedingly-kissable lips… Even her new panties that made her squirm with how tightly they tucked against her creases. They felt sensual against her privates… but she wanted to get them off.
            She heard it when Naruto left, but she held onto the hope that he just went outside to get some fresh air, steel his courage, and then storm her bedroom and her bed! Give her the chance to play the resister and quell the moral dilemma of letting it happen! She at least planned to give a good performance before she showed her son all the techniques she’d harnessed with his father.
            But she was getting restless.
            “Dammit, where is he?” she growled fitfully.
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Okay, I was wrong and underestimated this story. This chapter, I didn’t think was going to run so long, so I cut it into two. And the bad news is that the second half isn’t done. But it is started, I have a good chunk ready, and it’s full steam ahead (hopefully). What throws coal into the engine of this smut train is, of course, reviews. So if you like this story or any of my stories, please leave your thoughts or even criticisms, though I understand that the Slugs Who Run This Site make it very diffcult for readers to review, and therefore writers to get reviews. Regardless, I (and all other authors on this site and others) appreciate that you give/gave my (their) stories a chance. Thank you. I am copy-chan.
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