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            Day of study came.

            Naruto was on his mom’s side; he just wasn’t good at it, but he was willing to try.  He’d learned a lot from Ero-Sennin before his death, but none had been able to get him to sit still and improve his mind.  Daydreaming took over, and he was sure that if he just kept on improving his technique, he’d get on the right path to fill in after Baa-chan resigned.

            Tsunade had taken over for Minato after a severe injury to a masked man, and with a family, he was fine handing the title over.

            The Uchiha sanctuary.  Naruto always thought it odd that they chose to quarantine themselves from the rest of the Village, but they were at least welcoming to him.  He walked through, saying hi to a few passing residents like an old couple and stuff.  Though, honestly, if he could have avoided it altogether…

            That was why Kushina was with him, to drop him off, holding him by the scruff of his jacket.  “Kaa-san,” he beseeched with an awkward smile.  “You don’t have to do this-tebayo.”

            “Mhm!  Mikoto has graciously agreed to teach you some of her special methods for study!  And I won’t let you embarrass me by trying to ditch.”  Her voice was spry, but the grip on his clothes grew dangerously tight.  He’d be too afraid to even use the Substitute Jutsu.  Pain wasn’t nearly as terrifying as an enraged Kushina.

            At Uchiha Fugaku’s complex…

            “Thank you so much for agreeing to help my son study, Mikoto-chan!  Thank you too, Fugaku-san!”  She bowed and forced her son to bow with her; he was flustered by it, thinking this far too customary for family friends to behave.  But Kushina was determined; perhaps a little humility would help him on the right track.  If he didn’t want to keep up this pretense, he’d have to learn and learn quick!

            “Now, now, you don’t have to be so formal, Kushina-san,” said Mikoto with secondhand embarrassment.  Next to her, her husband was already dressed to leave, looking like he was displeased with his schedule, like he was hoping to be gone on his route with his two sons before this inconvenient farce came upon his doorstep.  His scowl was wholly disapproving despite Kushina and Naruto’s great appreciation.

            “I trust Mikoto will train you well,” he said dismissively after Kushina and her son raised their heads.  “Do not waste this honor, Naruto.  I will be back tonight.”  He didn’t think much of his own son fraternizing with the rowdy offspring of the Red-Hot Habanero.  If he’d a say in it, he would have refused outwardly Mikoto wasting her time, but it was a lesson in futility she should learn for continuing her relationship with the Uzumaki.

            “Excuse me” was about as polite as he was when passing mother and son, ignoring Naruto’s well-wishing.  Fugaku’s opinions were not so easily swayed simply by saving the Village from unstoppable doom.  It was about respect, perseverance, and upbringing.

            Fugaku leaving was a great weight lifted off the atmosphere for the guests, Kushina feeling like she could smile again.  She always wanted to wallop the intolerable man into next week, but on Mikoto’s account, she stayed her quaking fists.  “I suppose I should go too,” she laughed bashfully.  “I wouldn’t want to get in the way of your technique, Mikoto.”

            Mikoto smiled and said she was more than welcome to stay, but was satisfied that Kushina declined.  It was true: she smothered Naruto too much, letting him get away with things no parent would every allow their child to do.  Defacing the Hokage Faces should have earned a better punishment than no ramen for a week.

            “Bye, Naruto,” she sang as she turned about.  “Behave yourself, and do your best!”

            Naruto’s shoulders hunched a bit, him griping to himself that she was acting a bit too much like she was dropping him off at daycare.

            When she was gone, he corrected his posture and looked at Mikoto on the platform of her home.  She was… nice to him, though there were certainly big discrepancies between her doting and his own mom’s.  Kushina was warm and welcoming and outspoken; Mikoto was kind, doting, but also distant, reserving her best smiles for her children.

            Not that Naruto was put off by the smile she gave him in welcoming him inside.  “Please, come this way, Naruto-kun,” she said to him, stepping aside with a hand gesturing along the porch.  It was just as formal and tidy as the whole of Hyuga’s house, but for just the four most renowned Uchiha.  Naruto nodded and kicked off his sandals.  He corrected them after seeing the subtle dip in her smile.  Everything orderly, Mikoto led him around the home, her footsteps treading lighter than his on the floorboards.

            “We’ll start you off on paper,” she said when they entered a room with tatami mats and a single, square table.  Scrolls of indeterminate writing hung up here, which Naruto could not read; kanji was not his specialty, and he hoped it wasn’t important.

            He sat on one of the pillows – cross-legged, hands poised in lap as he leaned forward – seeming anxious and ready.  That stiff bottom lip showed his willingness to commit, but it also made him look like that impetuous youth who’d stirred up such trouble in the past; graffitiing, pulling pranks, getting into fights.  Usual reckless stuff as a kid; Mikoto thought it would be worse if he didn’t have Kushina there to smack him in the back of the head and correct him.

            But a bit more diligence and tact might have prevented this situation, she also mused.  Even so, she was happy to help.

            She sat down across from him, a single sheet of paper in front of her.  Naruto glimpsed trajectories and long script; he was already losing focus.

            “Here.”  She slid the form halfway across the table for him to take.

            Naruto took it, held it up, and sulked.  These are some pretty hard questions-tebayo.  But it wasn’t until he glimpsed the top of the page that he realized that this was the very same paper from his first Chunin Exam.  He looked off to the side, face pursed up like he’d been had.

            Kushina would have laughed and mocked to have seen such a face, but Mikoto was much more refined than that.  In fact, she didn’t even crack a smile.  “I got that from Ibiki-san,” she told Naruto.  “He documents each exam and catalogs each form.  He said it was not hard to find yours.”

            Naruto’s cheeks burned up to his ears.  Stuffily, he said the old proctor probably kept it as a joke.

            “It’s been several years since you took that exam,” Mikoto went on.  “If you were to take that test now, do you think you’d be able to answer any of those questions?”

            “Well…”  Naruto took a cautious glance.  All that text…  It made his head hurt.  He gestated but put up a confident front, laughing weakly while putting a hand to the back of his head.  “P-Probably one or two!”

            To this, Mikoto finally cracked a warm grin.  “Is that so?  Then please, do so, and I can tell Kushina-san that you don’t need tutoring.”

            “Really?  Well, in that case…!”  A pencil had been set aside in wait for him.  He grabbed it, revved up his arm, and yelled, “Let’s do this-tebayo!”

            It was a painful quarter hour.  Naruto read the first question, scoffed lightly, and said maybe the next one.  And then again, and again after that.  After going through the last question, he paused for a prolonged minute, and then said, “Alright, maybe the first question will make more sense now!”  It didn’t.

            Mikoto was patient, not even flinching, though she could see his turmoil and felt for him.  Sasuke and Itachi were naturals; maybe the latter more than the formal, but Sasuke held strong and at least answered every test question with his Sharingan.

            But Naruto was persistent at least.  She gave him that, but he had tunnel vision with this test.  All he saw in front of him was a paper with questions.  Poor boy.  He could have known all the answers already if he just broadened his perception… and could read kanji.

            Mercifully, Mikoto stopped him before the cycle could resume and his mind could break.  “It seems you really hadn’t learned anything,” she jested sweetly, him looking at her.  Her index finger pointed to the walls, the scrolls hanging that he couldn’t read.  And even when she did, at first, it made no sense to Naruto.  “You need to relax a bit more, and take in what’s around you.  A ninja notices everything around him to take advantage.”

            “Right,” Naruto agreed to seem like he knew where she was going.

            “Well, you could have answered two questions if you looked at that scroll”—She pointed specifically—“and could read kanji.”

            “Wha~!!”  Naruto’s jaw dropped, and Mikoto laughed melodically.

            “It seems you’re in more need of help than I thought, Naruto-kun.  The first test of your past Exam was to gather information, but you applied none of that here.  So, we’ll have to start with the basics.”  She got up, stepped out of the room briefly, and returned with books and scrolls that she set on Naruto’s side of the table.  “This is the material Sasuke studied before entering the academy.”

            Naruto blanched.  Before the academy?!  Naruto couldn’t have been that far behind.  Awkwardly, he placed a hand on the pile of books and scrolls and looked up at his tutor.  “H-Hey, I’m not that bad…”

            “As a shinobi,” Mikoto cut him off with motherly sternness, “you’re bound to come across a problem you can’t fix by fighting it.”  She crossed her arms, one hand held idly beneath her smiling lips.  “I hope that a boy aspiring to become Hokage someday has the will to try.”

            Naruto deliberated for a moment, eyeing her suspiciously.  She was using mind games or something on him.  He knew it, but couldn’t refuse.  Though he didn’t like the idea of starting off at Sasuke’s basics, he gave a hardy laugh and said, “I can do it!”

            “Wonderful,” Mikoto said happily, and then moved to the door.  Before Naruto could question, she said she’d use his study time to get some of the chores done.  “Do your best, Naruto-kun,” she said sweetly, and then walked away.

            “Alright!”  Naruto went forward with the idea of becoming supersmart if he read these books.  Smart enough to impress Sakura-chan…  Ahem!  And smart enough to convince Baa-chan and Kaka-sensei that he was ready to become head of the Village.

            Chakra is the energy of ninja that give them their ability to perform the art known as Ninjutsu.

            Naruto blanched.  This far back?  Mikoto-san wasn’t taking him seriously if he thought he needed to read this basic- Oh wow!  He’d forgotten that analysis of the chakra network that Kakashi had told him about years ago in the first Chunin Exams.  It was neat to see the pictures; he understood better with pictures.

            But pictures were less than the text, and Naruto was reading and reading more than he was looking.  Boring, boring, and boring!  He gave an exasperated sigh, eyes reflexively turning to the open door, to the wide blue sky where he could hear birds chirping and even the chatter of folks – including kids playing – in the Uchiha part of Konoha.

            Temptation-tebane!

            His mom’s warning resonated in his head, a picture of her in her mother’s scolding position: leaning forward with her pointer finger raised, eyebrows knitting together and a hand on her hip.  A shinobi ignores temptation and is able to focus!  He chewed his cheek.  It was easier said than done.  But he persevered, reading almost enthusiastically when he realized he’d gotten five pages read.  Not fully memorized and even the bulk had turned to faded text, but just having read them seemed like a lasting accomplishment.

            When Mikoto appeared in the doorway, drying her hands from apparent dishwashing.  She spied the small amount he’d gotten through – It had been an hour since she’d left him. – but smiled in spite of it.  At least he seemed charged to try learning, even if his first attempt was hardly a success.  “How is it, Naruto?”

            He gave an affirming nod and a grin.  “Not bad.”  But then he laughed sheepishly, knowing that he’d made little progress aside from brushing up on things he – vaguely – already knew.  “But I think I get too easily distracted-tebayo.  Heheh!”

            Such a charmingly familiar smile.  Mikoto lost a quaint, little laugh, seeing her friend mirrored in her son.  “I know someone who’s very much the same”—She stepped over to Naruto and playfully tapped him on the tip of his nose—“and cares very much about you, Naruto-kun.”

            Knowing what she meant, Naruto’s head dropped, modest and trying to keep his smile down and his cheeks from flaring.

            “Perhaps,” Mikoto said thoughtfully, coming upright, “you need a similar meditation training.”

            “Hm?  But,” and Naruto said this while pointing to the center of his right palm as if a swirl were still there, “I already did focus training with Ero-Sennin.”

            Mikoto giggled at his naivete.  “Not that kind.  Naruto-kun, you’re too tense.”  She brushed back his wily hair.  “Let’s see how you do when you’re relaxed.”

            Again, he reacted with a cocked head.

            “Come, Naruto-kun,” she pleasantly invited.  “I think you would enjoy a bath.”

            Naruto, partway to standing, froze with the same look of perplexity.  “A-A bath?”

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            “Whoa!”  Naruto’s eyes dazzled at the sight: the Uchiha clan’s own private hot springs!  Where pervy glasses-wearing sticklers were nowhere in sight, nor the unfriendly attendants who knew and were wary of Naruto’s shenanigans.  He turned excitedly to Mikoto, fists up to his chest.  “Sasuke never told me you have your own hot springs-tebayo!”

            “I suppose not,” responded Mikoto with a polite grin, thinking of her stuffy son and how he wasn’t keen on sharing every bit of Uchiha tradition.  He was proud of his clan, but had grown to love Konoha – even if he could not say it out loud.  He was a binding tether, someone that Itachi cultivated to be better than himself.

            Mikoto turned to her starry-eyed guest.  Unsurprising that an Uzumaki would be dazzled by the prospect of some hot spring bathing.  Kushina loved it when they were younger.  “Sasuke probably enjoys the Konoha hot springs more.  With all of his friends there.”

            Naruto cleared his throat, blushing at the implication of his importance to that stuck-up jerk.  Sasuke was a pain and acting indifferent to the Rookie 9, yet at the same time, he seemed to wind up in the same places as them; condemning their merrymaking, yet never removing himself from it.  He was just a jerk who couldn’t accept that he was one of the group.

            “Well, kinda,” Naruto confessed, arbitrarily scratching at his cheek.

            “So enjoy and relax,” Mikoto said in parting.  “At this time of day, there’s unlikely to be much company.  I have a quick errand to do in the meantime.”

            Naruto nodded, and when she walked off, he smiled and rubbed his hands together gleefully.  A whole private open-aired bath to himself!  What more could he ask for besides a bowl of Ichiraku waiting for him afterward?!

            No check-in or attendant!  It really was publicly owned in this high-trust community!  Small wonder; they didn’t have nor expect a rapscallion like Uzumaki Naruto in.  Lucky for them, he wasn’t a loudmouthed brat searching for trouble, or else he would have snuck in with buckets of paint to let the Uchiha know that he’d been there.

            Changing room was wide and kempt.  Naruto gave little mind to it.  It was just him and after such boredom staring at books, he was ready to hop in the water!  He got out of his clothes, throwing them in a reckless pile in one of the bins, thrust a towel over himself for common courtesy, and walked out to the water.

            Mikoto-san was right!  Empty!  Yet it was such a goodlooking spa!  He always thought the Uchiha were too busy with work and making their scrolls unnecessarily complex to actual give luxuries any thought.  It looked as good as Baa-chan’s private tub!

            And since no one was here…!

            Naruto flung the towel off from his waist, his cock exposed and swinging between his legs, a bushel of blonde curls at the root.  The shaft was not filled with blood, but it had some rigidity.  It could not escape his notice that Mikoto was a beautiful woman – expected of the nearly-flawless Uchiha – and her touch was provoking.  He tried not to corrupt the innocence and chose to utterly ignore the impulsions of his body.

            With a jubilant shout, he leaped high – probably could have cleared the bamboo perimeter with such a lunge – and plunged, open-legged, into the spring.  The water crested around his impact, and when it settled, Naruto was already enjoying himself, grinning contentedly, the water such a perfect warmth on a brisk winter day.  His skin seized and relaxed, vessels widening to enhance blood flow, his mind easing into a dreamy state of bliss from the atmosphere.

            He sank deep, up to his nose, and held there, breathing slow and comfortable, blowing bubbles like when he was younger.  His eyes squinted, the pleasure of the bath intoxicating.  He tingled to the tips of his toes and fingers.  The Uchiha were really lucky to have a spot like this.  Small wonder Sasuke would want to keep it from him; knowing about it, Naruto would want to visit more often.  It wasn’t official, but it took certain permissions and privileges to visit the Uchiha section of town.  Naruto was fortunate to have an in; by his mom’s lasting friendship with Mikoto and his own with Mikoto’s son.

            “You seem to be enjoying it, Naruto-kun.”

            “Yeah,” swooned Naruto, who had lost all sense of time.  He didn’t even realize his fingers had started to already prune.  “It’s great-tebay—”  He froze up, sitting up stiffly now, eyes turned to wide circles with pinpoint pupils.  He’d nearly turned to the voice behind him, at the shoreline, but was conscious of his own nudity in the moment most of all.

            “Mikoto-san!” he blabbed in confirmation, and heard her soft, elegant chortle from behind with a polite “Yes.”  He bowed forward, piling his hands over his genitals as if he could be peeped at in the cloudy water.  His mouth drew into a squiggly line of discomfort, facing down at the rippling waves spreading from where he shook.  “Wha-What are you doing here?!”  He checked around, and it dawned on him that there was no partition, no secondary bathing area.  Steam blew from his ears, his blood running hotter than the water he was in.

            It’s co-ed-tebayo!

            He swallowed hard like pork from Ichiraku had gotten stuck in his throat.  He did not need to look to know; he somehow sensed it.  Mikoto-san was dressed for the occasion.  He did not need to look… but he did, carefully turning to get a glimpse over his shoulder, and then snapped forward again, back straighter than before, a nosebleed ensuing.

            Yep!  Naked!  Uchiha Mikoto, standing naked at the water’s edge with only a towel hiding her front!  Not even wrapped around her!  Her curves stuck out from behind the drape, the broad hips of a two-time mother, and a bust that had suitably nursed the babies from her loins.

            The affliction from earlier returned with a vengeance, swelling him quickly and efficiently, challenging the suppression of his hands.  He gave a small, pained grunt at the engorging member throbbed, trying to rear to its natural state while he tried to push it back down.

            “I told you that I needed to see you relaxed,” Mikoto answered his previous question, very nonchalant and polite about it.  He was beginning to shiver, his stomach pulverized by his mounting anxiety to the point where he thought he would hurl.  Mikoto was stepping in.  “Of course, that would mean I’d need to watch you bathe.  I hope you don’t mind.  Your mother always like to stop by the bathhouse before doing any training.”  He could practically see Mikoto’s face in his mind’s eye when she gave her small, nostalgic giggle.  “Or any studying for that matter.”

            “Oh,” Naruto puffed out, trying to seem thoughtful to the situation rather than trying to formulate an image of Mikoto sans towel.  No good.  Uchiha beauty was a devious weapon on its own – excluding Sasuke’s father.

            The water shifted, Mikoto’s legs hardly making a sound while she moved.  She prowled up to Naruto with him hardly registering it, much too engrossed in the audacious thing combatting his hands.  “M-Mikoto-san,” he gasped sharply when he felt her presence behind him, her kneeling, body so tantalizingly close.

            “You don’t have to worry,” she cooed.  “You and Sasuke are close, like brothers.  Just think of me like I’m your own mom.  I’m sure you and Kushina-san do this all the time.”

            Naruto just about cried out when her hands crept over his shoulders, draping down to his chest, embracing him.  He wished he could think of her like a mom, and this was just a mother’s embrace.  But the truth was he hadn’t bathed with his mom for some time, since his hormones clued him in how very attractive Kushina was, how brazen in the bath, and that his erection could not differentiate her from the likes of Sakura-chan or Hinata.

            Stiffly – in more than one way – he let Mikoto hold him, letting out a groan that he could not stifle completely when her bush pushed against his shoulder blades, him trying not to notice the feel of her taut nipples.  On her end, it seemed so innocent to wrap herself onto him, her cheek rubbing against his spiky blond hair, sighing wistfully, whispering to him, “Sasuke hasn’t let me hold him like this for some time…”

            Naruto couldn’t blame him!  When Mikoto’s plump rack was squished to his back, daring him to be forward and take a life-ending chance!  Naruto’s thighs pressed in a vain effort to maybe quash his infallible arousal through force rather than concentration.  But unless he grabbed and choked his shaft, the circulation was unstoppable.  And grabbing, even to try to hold back, was more likely to trigger the next natural response down there.

            So he sat, tightlipped, hoping for this cuddling moment to end sooner rather than later against all wanton impulse.  He shouldn’t think of Mikoto-san as a woman so much as Sasuke’s mom!  Someone to respect, someone who could sever their ties of friendship if he behaved incorrectly!  Someone who could tell his physically-impulsive mother his behavior…

            Mikoto shifted a little against him, fingers grazing lightly against his chest.  “What’s the matter, Naruto-kun?  You’re not relaxing.”

            “I’m trying-tebayo,” he professed, eyes going skyward.  He then held his breath, for if he relaxed for a second, everything would come undone.  He’d abandoned his cock, letting it throb and twitch safely beneath the water’s hazed surface.  If he kept grinding against his palm, he might have finished.

            Mikoto made a concerned noise and pulled herself off of him; only her nipples were against him now, giving him a better idea of her chest’s firmness when they peeled back.  He could feel her watching him.  Her hand over his heart, she no doubt felt it racing; faster and faster.  Almost sensually, her hands crawled up, over his neckline to rest on his shoulders.  “I was hoping you’d do better in the bath.  You seem more tense now than when I put the test paper in front of you.”

            A broken laugh made it past Naruto’s lips, though he actively tried to retract all levity.  “I just thought I was going to be alone here.”

            Mikoto smiled, head lilting to one side, raven hair cascading.  “I finished my errands.  You’ve had quite some time alone, Naruto-kun.”  Her hands squeezed his shoulders lightly.  Steadily, she pushed against him again, eliciting a woeful moan from Naruto, his back arching as she conformed to him.  “Your mother always said that baths are best when shared.  So relax.”

            Why did she have to whisper in his ear?  And was her chin on his shoulder?  He was breathing harder now, his nerves on high alert at the very surface of his skin.  He was going to cum, he knew it.  Her hands were circling his midsection to hold loosely against his stomach.  His balls were already lifting, ready to expel their contents and tarnish these hallowed waters.

            “Relax,” Mikoto coaxed again before her right hand seemed to shift downward.

            Naruto gave a sharp and sudden yelp that threw Mikoto off of him when the slide of the doorway interrupted the tense quiet.  His cock gave a jolt, but the most sent from his tip was a hardy dollop of precum – carrying some vestiges of overzealous Uzumaki sperm – and luckily skipped the unbearable coil of retaining his ejaculate.  Mikoto had also been distanced by his outburst, drawing back out of surprise.  But for the best when she saw visitors: the elders who kept a shop in town, always sweeping and greeting Sasuke through the years.

            “Oho!  If it isn’t Mikoto-san!” said the husband with delighted surprise, his heavy frame hairy, a towel stretched over his waist.

            “And Sasuke-chan’s friend, Naruto-chan,” added the wife with a prune-lipped smile, leaning from the weight of her years.

            Both in towels, but Naruto felt a sense of relief.  Seeing these aged bodies counteracted the intense arousal Mikoto stirred in him.  He wasn’t flagging, but the distance to his climax was lengthening.

            On ceremony, Mikoto turned to the newcomers, now returning the towel to her chest in a sense of modesty, and nodded her head respectfully.  “Good to see you, Oba-san, Ojii-san.”

            “It looks like we’ve come at a good time,” said the husband hurrying in.  “We enjoy having extra company.  Though…”  He peered at Naruto, who was bowing over himself, panting heavily, sweating profusely, red from top to bottom.  “Maybe the Uchiha springs are a bit too intense for an outsider!  You should take him home, Mikoto-san!”

            With a smile, Mikoto laid her hands upon Naruto’s shoulder; he gave a strong flinch in return.  “I suppose I should,” she answered.

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            Heading back after getting dressed – at separate times, for Naruto couldn’t trust himself after catching the briefest glimpse of Mikoto’s underwear in her clothes basket – Naruto wouldn’t even face her, though she seemed none the wiser to his almost-slipup.  Thank goodness for the unexpected interruption.  Mikoto had no idea how close she had made her son’s friend nearly erupt.  He could usually keep the noise down when masturbating at home; he had control of the situation and didn’t tease himself as much as Mikoto-san unintentionally had.

            The places she had touched were still tingling under his clothes.  His dick had thankfully deflated; at least to the point where he wasn’t spooking the old lady left at the onsen with a tentpole riding underneath his towel.  Even now, he had to think hard on things other than memory, for his dick could only hold against his thigh for so long before provocation made it stand to the occasion.

            They were right outside her residence when they stopped.  She had been making small, one-sided conversations that Naruto mostly answered with halfhearted grunts or single syllables.  And even now, she could see the trouble as he entirely avoided her eyes.

            “Maybe we should call it a day?”

            Naruto blinked and looked up at her.  It wasn’t very long; a couple of hours since Kushina brought him over, but with the last half hour…  He couldn’t help a hopeful smile.  “You mean it?”

            Mikoto held up a light fist beneath her bottom lip.  “I’ve never seen someone so happy to end a study session.”  Her dark eyes gleamed at him.  “But yes.  I suppose you’re a bit more uncomfortable than when you started.  Bathing in a new area can tighten the nerves too, I suppose.”

            Naruto’s mouth pulled before he said, “Yeah, I guess.  Hehehe!”  He scratched the back of his head.  Truthfully, new places excited him most of all.  This one was just… an unexpected treat.

            “Okay then.”  She set a hand atop his head, making his cheek turn pink.  “I heard that Sasuke is at the training grounds with Sakura-san.”

            Getting the hint, Naruto nodded with a “Right-tebayo!”

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            Naruto had gone to hang out with his team, but apparently showed up too late.  Sakura was already worn down by Sasuke’s passive rejections – saying there was no time to coddle her when his brother was still far ahead of him in skill – and Sasuke himself considered himself best trained by himself while Itachi was away on foreign missions.

            Even so, Naruto had to impart the news of his current study arrangements.

            “Hmph.  It won’t do you any good,” said Sasuke indignantly, putting an annoyed scowl on Naruto’s face.  And here, Naruto wanted to keep his best – questionable at times – friend informed about his relationship with his mom.  Not that he’d had any relation with Kushina beyond her gushing about her son having such a studly friend.  A successful tease; she embarrassed Sasuke and Naruto equally when behaved in such a way.

            “I’m just letting you know…”

            “Like I said,” Sasuke interjected, tugging a kunai from where it had struck in a post in his training, “it doesn’t matter.  My mom will try to teach you, but it will be useless.  You’re just not the studying type.”

            Naruto’s frown deepened into a small snarl.  There might have been truth to that – and Sakura-chan, walking up to join the conversation, had to concur Sasuke’s assessment – but they underestimated his sheer stubbornness!  “Oh yeah?!”  He threw a finger at Sasuke and exclaimed, “How about I show you how much I’ve learned by kicking your ass-dattebayo?!”

            Sasuke heaved a taxed sigh and regarded him with sidelong annoyance.  “It’s getting late.”  He pulled another kunai out; logs cleared now for whomever next wanted to use them for a target.  “I don’t have time to play around with you, Naruto.”

            Naruto’s nostrils flared, and it was apparent that he’d stand his ground with this issued challenge.

            Another heavy sigh before he gave up, standing at a lazy tilt, and held up a hand in aloof compromise.  “How about I treat you to some ramen instead?”

            The offer made Naruto balk.  Of course, he wanted to stay angry and show Sasuke the fruits of his training.  But the offer was too tempting!  Damn Sasuke for knowing his weakness and how to diffuse a tense situation!  Probably got hints from Itachi!

            “Does that mean me too, Sasuke-kun?” asked Sakura hopefully, and leapt for joy when his sigh of exasperation translated to “Yes.”

            If not on the battlefield, Naruto could hurt Sasuke where it mattered second most: his wallet.  As a promising Jonin – higher than Sakura’s chunin rank and Naruto’s genin – funds kept stockpiling in his account, but Naruto was determined to reel Sasuke back to the desperation of needing to fulfill D-rank missions with the new recruits like Konohamaru.

            “Old man, another!” cheered Naruto, not even finished with his current mouthful.

            Sasuke had a simple bowl and ate reservedly while Sakura was pining closer to him.  She hadn’t touched Ayame’s soba, which made the cook’s daughter fume at the pot seeing her culinary craft go cold.  Sakura was just more intrigued by the idea of engaging Sasuke in conversation than eating.  And if she could… get him to feed her by chopsticks himself.

            “A good appetite today, Naruto!  You only had one bowl yesterday!” laughed Teuchi as he replaced the empty bowl with a fresh pork ramen.

            Naruto snickered deviously and gave a point to his right.  “That’s because this jerk is paying!”

            “Is that any way to speak of someone treating you?” Sasuke asked while Sakura fumed, fist quaking at Naruto.

            Naruto was already slurping down the soup, glaring.  “After what you said,” he mumbled around the noodles, “you owe me!”

            His manners were atrocious, but Sasuke ignored and continued to eat in contemplative silence as Sakura raged at Naruto’s uncouth behavior, saying that he hadn’t learned much in his two years away with Jiraiya.

            After a moment, Sakura sat down fully on her seat, and finally lifted her chopsticks – much to Ayame’s impatient satisfaction.  “Thanks for the meal,” Sakura started off in ceremony, cracked her sticks apart, and began prying at the noodles, dipping them, but not yet imbibing.  “You should really show a bit more appreciation, Naruto.  The Uchiha clan are considered some of the best teachers in all the countries.  But they’re also really private.”  She glanced warily at Sasuke to see if there was any reaction.  There wasn’t any.

            Naruto huffed softly; at the praise of Uchiha rather than Sakura-chan herself.  “I think I’ve been doing pretty good without studying,” he grumbled.  He absently stirred the ramen, watching the steam lift from the broth, and recently memories quickly filled his mind from the Uchiha hot spring.  He could almost see Mikoto-san’s calm smile reflected back at him from the hot soup.  His lips shifted a little.  He could almost feel her body nestling to his back then and there.  Distractedly, he ate some more.  She’s got some strange teaching techniques-tebayo.

            “Naruto!!”

            Naruto choked up suddenly, needing to pound his chest to help swallow when the voice raged in from behind.  Swiveling around on the stool, he faced his mom, her blazing with raw anger.  “K-Kaa-san?”

            “What did I tell you about eating so much Ichiraku?!  You’re wasting all your money-tebane!”  She quieted, reverting to a deceptively-kind façade as she waved daintily to the flabbergasted Teuchi, “Of course, I don’t mean it like that, Teuchi-san.  It’s just that Naruto needs to learn moderation.”

            Awkwardly, Teuchi nodded and said he understood, though he seemed compelled by fear to comply.

            Then she turned to Sasuke and Sakura and said, “Hello, Sasuke-kun, Sakura-san.”

            Sasuke said nothing of course, while Sakura sheepishly greeted her with utmost respect and terror.

            For Naruto, she saved her brutality, tugging him away from the bar and his pork ramen, him wailing and trying to reach for it.  She had him by the scruff of his jacket, keeping him off balance as she dragged him away, singing back to the shack, “Sorry, Teuchi-san~  Make sure to put it all on Naruto’s tab~”

            “What?!  That’s not fair!  Sasuke!  Sasuke was treating!”  Naruto’s sobs echoed as he was taken back home.

            Sasuke drank down his ramen and gave a reserved sigh.  The merest hint of a smirk crossed his lips.  “I think I have room for another, old man.”

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            At home, Naruto sulked in the kitchen chair while Kushina loomed over him, arms crossed, inadvertently accentuating her breasts, glowering.  He looked to the side, away from the dinner prepped at the table for two.  Dad wasn’t going to be home tonight; for a while, actually, having taken a trip to deal with Iwagakure to quell rising tensions with Sunagakure.  Itachi was part of his protective detail, so there was no concern about risk.

            If only Itachi knew how to handle an angry mother named Uzumaki Kushina, who lectured her boy over and over about how he needed to check at home before deciding to eat.  “A nutritious dinner, and you ruin your appetite with ramen,” she scolded him.  She shook her head disapprovingly.  “Your father’s gone on a diplomatic mission, and now you expect me to eat all this by myself?!”

            “No!” answered Naruto desperately with his hands held up, waving in front of him.  “I still have room left!”  He hoped his anxious grin was convincing.

            Again, Kushina harrumphed.  “If you eat so much, you’ll have to become part of the Akimichi clan.”  She bent forward – He expected her to start shouting in his face. – and lightly flicked the tip of his nose; harmless, but his initial fear made him flinch.  He blinked and saw the anger dissipate from her face, her purple eyes lighting up above a soft smile.  “And I like you the way you are.”

            Naruto returned her smile.  Laughing, defusing the tension, he chose to press his luck and ask, “Does that mean I don’t need to do study sessions with Mikoto-san anymore?”

            “Not a chance” was Kushina’s flat and swift response.

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            “How was it?”  Fugaku shrugged off his flak vest, a look of solemn indifference on his face, like it was more trouble to ask than he’d like.  “Teaching the Uzumaki boy.”

            “He wasn’t so bad,” answered Mikoto, fanning out her hair after tying her yukata and easing onto her knees, crawling onto her futon – next to her husband’s, but separated by at least two feet.  She smiled fondly as Fugaku undressed, changing to his own bedtime robe.  “He’ll be back tomorrow…”

            A small grunt interrupted her, speaking loudly of his disdain.  “I find it a waste,” he said, and then glanced briefly over his shoulder to her.  For the moment they locked eyes, he softened somewhat.  “But if it’s something that interests you…”  He trailed off, giving his unspoken but displeased permission.

            Mikoto laughed in that elegant, genial way behind her hand.  “How considerate of you.”

            He pulled back the covers of his bed.

            She continued provoking him for a response, “Perhaps it would go better if you offered to help, Fugaku.”

            “Hmph” was his short answer before pulling up his blanket and showing her his back for the rest of the night.

            Smiling still, she leaned over and blew out the lamplight.

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            Naruto helped with what he could at dinner, but despite her reservations of eating so much. Kushina’s appetite was healthiest when she was angry.  She ate like she was taking revenge on the meat, teeth chomping hard on the meat as she complained about her unruly son, casting him looks like she planned to devour him next.

            But after eating, she was dormant, stuffed, and suffering.  “Waah~ I ate too much-tebane,” she mourned, slouching deep in her seat, hands on her bloated belly, looking six-months pregnant.  She moaned, held in a burp, and looked to her boy.  A bit of a slacker, but she was proud of him to see him taking it upon himself to clear the table, earnestly promising to do the dishes – though she knew he would do a bad job at it, and she’d have to wash them all over again. (Women, am I right?)  All the same, when he had finished taking away the emptied plates, she raised a hand – garnering another pained groan from her – and waved him over.  “Naruto~  Uhn, carry me to my bed!”

            “Hehe!  And you told me not to eat so much!  Maybe I should take you to Choji’s mom instead.”

            “Don’t talk back to your mother!” she said in a raised voice, floundering, flailing her arms and legs a moment before the stomachache made her cramp up.  She settled, hands on her stomach, and then bashfully looked at him.  After a moment of watching his smile, she glanced away and asked quietly, “Do you like being with Mikoto-chan?”

            Naruto’s smile vanished at once, taken aback by the sudden line of questioning.  And of course, his mind reeled in today’s newfound intrigue in Sasuke’s mom.  He shouldn’t…  He felt guilty even for thinking of its implication!  “What are you talking about?” he breathed through a strained smile.  “Don’t ask such weird questions all of a sudden.  Here, let’s get you to bed-tebayo.”

            She willingly went on Naruto’s back when he began saddling her atop him.  She leaned heavily against him, cheek resting at the back of his neck, hands clasped lightly on his shoulders.  If he didn’t know any better, before getting her settled, he could have sworn she was pouting.  “You didn’t answer the question,” she said by the time he started down the hallway, and while he twitched anxiously, fingers tightening in the back of her legs, she pressed a finger roughly into his whiskered cheek and went on, accusingly, “and you said ‘tebayo’!  You always say that when you’re excited-tebane!”

            “Hey, I got that from you,” he explained, shifting partly toward her, the fingertip scrunching his smile.  “I can’t help it.”  His eyes glanced up hopelessly.  Just like I can’t help thinking of how Mikoto-san was behind me like this-tebayo.  Clothed, but he still felt Kushina’s breasts against his back.  He bit his lip to distract himself, trying to divert attention from his crotch.

            “Oof!”  Unceremoniously, Naruto lurched onto his mom and dad’s bed, no finesse in dismounting Kushina; instead, she just rolled off of him onto her back and gave a heavy sigh.  The swelling had gone down since the kitchen, and she was her trim self but with a slightly distended belly.

            “There ya go.”  Naruto propped himself on his elbow, regarding her as she rolled onto her side to face him.  She was flustered, he could tell.  Definitely pouting for whatever reason.

            “You probably think she’s prettier than me too,” she mumbled, soft and grumpily enough that Naruto felt certain that he hadn’t heard her right.  She just harrumphed, kept staring at him until he became visibly uncomfortable by it, and then asked, “Are you going to sleep here tonight?”  She cozied up to the pillow in a nonchalant gesture, though she was acting no different than a schoolgirl afraid to admit something to herself.

            “Huh?”

            “It’s been a long time since you slept in bed with me,” she grumbled, glancing past him to the empty pillow, “and this bed is too big for one person.”

            Naruto hesitated for a long moment, and then scratched the back of his neck.  “I-I don’t think so,” he replied.  Immediately, her eyes were back on him, reproaching.  Why, demanded her furrowed gaze.  It was risky to incur her wrath twice in one night.  She was needy and clingy, and probably unless he came clean about his unexpected rendezvous with Mikoto-san at the hot springs having an ardent problem to his groin, she wasn’t going to simply let it slide that he refused a chance to snuggle with her on a lonely night like when he was younger.  “Alright-tebayo,” he conceded to her satisfaction.

            Just need to make sure I don’t get too close…  His cock was already rising, angry and unbiased to the womanly body next to him.  The session of masturbation that he felt was necessary since the hot springs had to be put on hold for the night…

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            The usual exchange at the doorstep: Kushina’s gratitude, Naruto’s lagging and awkward appreciation for another day of forced study, Mikoto’s formal address of it being no problem.  But an update: “Fugaku will be back sooner than yesterday.  But he will not disturb our session, Naruto-kun.”

            “Alright!  Do your best, Naruto!” Kushina cheered, slugging at his shoulder.  Naruto – dressed more casually in his loose t-shirt and shorts – winced, wishing that his enthusiastic mom would check her strength a bit more when being aggressive like that.

            But before Kushina could leave, Mikoto – halfway in pivot – paused.  “Oh?  Wouldn’t you like to stay for tea, Kushina?”

            “No, no!  I have some groceries to pick up for dinner tonight.”  She glared sharply at Naruto.  “And I won’t be eating alone.  Right, Naruto?”

            “R-Right,” answered her frightened son.

            “So no~♪  But maybe I’ll stop by for some after, Mikoto~chan~♪”  She walked off, waving back to them with a sweet smile.  “Have fun~♥”

            Fun studying?  Naruto thought it unlikely that it was possible.  Heaving a sigh, mentally preparing himself for another afternoon of impatiently sitting around and reading, he prepared to follow Mikoto to the room, but found her stalled in front of him.  Not upset or concerned…

            Pleasant.

            “How about a bath first this time, Naruto-kun?”

            Naruto immediately went hot and red.  “A bath?  But, uh…!  I don’t think…”  Bashfully, he fiddled his fingers together.  It was quite sudden, after all.

            “Not to worry.”  She placed a hand lightly on his shoulder, not noticing his wince upon contact.  Her head tilted slightly.  “You can take the bath here so we won’t be interrupted.”

            “R-Really?”  It didn’t soothe Naruto in the slightest to be honest.  Different location, but it didn’t change the memory of yesterday, Mikoto breaking boundaries between them to demonstrate a repressed mother’s care and affection.  Would the same offer have extended to Kushina if she had chosen to stay?  Naruto now wished that she had, if only to gauge her opinion of these study methods.

            Even though Kaa-san’s the clingy type, he mulled over.

            “I guess,” he drawled, which was enough for Mikoto to turn and tell him to follow, which he did.  His gaze was cautiously to the right, figuring it best not to analyze the woman in front of him, the attractive way her hips sashayed left and right with each step, echoed by the gentle swish of her long, dark hair.  But she was captivating; he couldn’t resist.

            He was at the bath before he knew it.  All his self-distraction led him to blindly follow until they stood there.  Green water; herbal, therapeutic.  The scents in the air were pleasant and intoxicating.  Even the atmosphere…

            “It’s ready for you,” Mikoto told him with a kind smile and inviting gesture.  Light came through slants from the outer wall, though there were lamplights in the upper corners for when it was dark.

            “For me?” Naruto hesitated to ask.  He gulped, clutching at his shirtfront like the cloth would be removed of its own accord.  He pushed a smile of his own.  “Thanks.  I guess I’ll… go in…”  Just what did any of this have to do with studying?!  He looked around, thinking, remembering lessons of Kakashi-sensei and Ero-Sennin.  Well, the old and dearly departed pervert did teach best after relaxing things like eating, napping, surveying the nearest red light district.  And baths…  He always said baths were best of all, but only after training.

            Naruto gave a yelp when Mikoto untied her apron, casually removing it with a gentle sigh.  His hands and arms flailed as he tried to compose himself.  “Mi-Mi-Mikoto-san!”

            She looked at him like she expected such an outburst, laughing.  “You behave like Sasuke when we took our last bath together.  Hm.”  She nestled her folded apron to her bosom and returned to that instance with fondness.  “That was when he had entered the academy.  He was too old to take a bath with his parents then.”

            Naruto’s fussing gradually ceased as a sensation of guilt and sympathy toward her.  He’d been behaving like her actions were overstepping boundaries when she really just wanted a lost kinship.  Sasuke and Itachi were rarely home, and did not rely on her like how Naruto relied on Kushina; for food, comfort, companionship.  He should quell the thumping of his hormones and allow himself some vulnerability, for Mikoto-san’s sake.  She was, after all, agreeing to help him study for the next Chunin Exam.

            “Y-Yeah.  I guess Sasuke can be pretty stuffy about things like that.  Heheh.”  He tried to sound natural, but couldn’t quite pull it off.  At least Mikoto-san seemed satisfied and happy by his declaration.

            They didn’t undress together; Mikoto briefly excused herself to merely do a brief check around the house – “Sasuke’s father didn’t say what time he’d be home” and Naruto was currently glad for her observation of solitude. – and Naruto got naked.  In her home, he at least was more ceremonial, folding his clothes to set aside instead of throwing them haphazardly.  He’d quickly scrub himself and get into the tub before Mikoto had a chance to catch him naked.

            Blushing, he lathered the soap bar up his left arm, eyes fixed upward, as if trying to mind his own business alone, as if his ears weren’t listening intently for the shutter door to slide open and the wet pad of bare feet approaching from behind.  But the silence was constant except for the rub of soap and even the gentle, soothing shifting of water from the tub.  No other noise…

            Splash!

            It might have been a roaring waterfall from how loud the bucket of water poured over Naruto’s head, rinsing away the accumulation of suds.  The rinse room was more modern than the rustic bath in the next room.  The soapy water circled the drain and was gone while Naruto watched, not really paying much attention.

            I thought she’d be back by now.  His mouth twitched, his eyes regarding the swollen protuberance jutting out from between his parted thighs; a firm and ardent answer for Mikoto-san’s presence.  If she were there…  Naruto’s lips gave a twist, something like a grimace.  Of disappointment?  Of discomfort?  Good thing she’s not-tebayo.

            He got up, checked warily, and headed to the bath in not quite the manner he’d hoped to.  He was slow, the water very hot – probably prepared by the skills of a Fireball jutsu – but eased in and gave a good sigh of gratification.  For just a moment, his lips torqued into a wistful grin.

            It lasted about a second when the door opened and Mikoto gave a small start.  “You’re already in.”  She sounded surprised.

            Naruto immediately hunched and lost his leisure.  “Yeah,” he responded, facing forward and once again combatting the erection that reacted to her voice.  He held his breath, shivering in spite of the water’s warmth.

            “Well, that’s fine,” Mikoto said, causing Naruto to look back over his shoulder at her.  Without the apron, she was still fully clothed, though her pullover dress seemed looser.  “I was hoping to help scrub your back…”

            Naruto swallowed and faced his reflection rather than look at her with the image of her rubbing his back.

            “… but I suppose it can’t be help.  Just don’t take too long.  We still have to get to your studying.”

            Oh yeah.  I’m here to study.

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            Naruto did not like this part of the day.

            And it wasn’t just the tedious text that wore on him.  It was that he was bored and unfocused while Mikoto-san sat in inspection across from him, a look like pity upon her face.  He was able to read for a while, humbling though it was to have to learn from academy level books – and still not understand some of it.  Ero-Sennin was better at explaining things than Naruto was at absorbing the lesson through reading; Ero-Sennin put things into perspective with examples like ramen or big breasts.

            “Hrmp!”  Naruto ducked his nose into the book to hide the flush of dirty thoughts encroaching.  His blue eyes wavered, ticking up briefly to take an account of Mikoto’s chest size.  She wasn’t busting at the seams like Baa-chan; probably the more modest size like Kaa-san’s…

            He shook his head violently.  Don’t think like that-tebayo!

            “Is something the matter?”

            He peeked up nervously.

            Mikoto had a range of expressions for such a calm woman, and currently was looking at him sternly.  Just the slightest, inward incline of her eyebrows, warning of her displeasure.  “You can’t let your mind wander.  Surely Jiraiya-sama taught you focus.”

            “Uh, yeah, yeah, he did.”  Naruto raised a hand and pointed at the center of his palm, giving a simmering grin.  “How to focus on one point; the focal point.”  A pause, and then his demeanor weakened somewhat.  “Right?”

            Mikoto at least seemed amused.  “That’s true, but that’s for training.  What you’re doing now—” She suddenly leaned forward, across the table, and a new focal point stole Naruto’s gaze as she reached to point on his page “—is focusing on the script.”

            Naruto could hardly acknowledge where her finger was pointing, much less on her lecture.  She was nearly droned out by the thumping going on in his ears.  Mi-Mikoto-san’s…!  gulp…  Without the support of her apron, her neckline sagged and showed the valley of her hanging breasts.  Didn’t she wear a bra?!  Not a reliable one; they hung against her clothes from their weight, soft but discernable pebbles poking out, swaying pendulously from her movement.  Her arm moved, describing the text for him, perhaps in a way that he may better understand.  But all he knew was her bobbing breasts.  He swallowed, hoped he wouldn’t be noticed noticing, and kept noticing.

            “So just try focusing like that,” Mikoto said as she receded, Naruto snapping back to attention now that the swaying hypnosis had quieted.  None the wiser to his ignorance, she went on politely, “I have faith in you, Naruto-kun.”

            Of course, he wasn’t sure at all what she had advised him to do – What should be so hard about reading anyway, besides the fact that it was boring. – but he owed her the honest try.  To reprimand the lusty feelings for her, he committed his mind full bore to the lesson.  He could match Lee pushup for pushup and run faster than Kiba, but something about sitting still was more difficult than either.  But… he turned the page and kept reading.  A visible struggle, but he seemed committed by the time he turned the next page.  Mikoto excused herself, saying that he seemed on the right track; he only nodded briskly, his eyes scanning.  Before leaving, she turned to look back at him, fully engrossed.

            Just like Sasuke, she mused before leaving to do house chores.

            After two hours – with the occasional break, one including a small snack – Naruto closed the book gratefully and gave an exaggerated shout as he fell back, like he’d raced Kiba and then challenged Lee to pushups.  “It couldn’t have been that bad,” said Mikoto with humor.

            “Sitting and doing nothing is hard work” was Naruto’s reply, though he sat back up with a pleased aura.  “But I can do it if I put my mind to it!”

            “That’s something to be expected of a future Hokage,” Mikoto agreed, having heard Naruto’s aspirations secondhand from Sasuke enough times.  A good influence, she thought of it for her antisocial son.

            Then the quiz came out, set in front of Naruto.  To end studying today, it would be a good idea to see if there was any improvement.

            Naruto swallowed hard and then grumbled a confession that one good study probably wouldn’t change much.  Still, for her…  He skipped the first question; too much ciphering.  Next, trigonometry; worse than ciphering, so skip.  Again, and then again, and then…

            His pencil touched the paper, making Mikoto perk up.  Naruto was looking flush from exertion and embarrassment as he plotted a thesis of chakra and hand symbols in mathematical terms.  He was skittish and certainly pained to put that period at the end, but he did it.

            Mostly wrong, Mikoto thought as she looked at it, but there was clear evidence that he was picking up something that he learned from the book and applying it.  He was writing from the heart instead of the brain, and for that variable of hope, perhaps he could make sense of it to put into action.  Mikoto could guide him on this, now that she had an understanding of where to start.

            “It’s incorrect,” she told him, ripping that band-aid off fast, “but it does show improvement.  Before, you couldn’t even come up with a way to answer.”

            Naruto scratched his lowered head awkwardly.  “Ero-Sennin said I think too much by instinct.  I do better in action.”

            Mikoto’s eyes narrowed while her smile spread slighty.  “I’m sure you do.”

            The thump of feet trod on the engawa outside the open door.  Fugaku, peering in with a look a disapproval to the Uzumaki brood.  In fairness, he always had that indiscernible look of superiority on his face.  “You’re still here,” he said flatly, and Naruto respectfully – in informality – nodded with a “Yeah.”

            “Today’s study lesson showed signs of improvement,” Mikoto said on his behalf.  She leaned forward, bracing on her knees, unaware that it caused her free breasts to wobble some more for his shameful benefit.  “I think it’s going to get much better from here, Naruto-kun.”

            Naruto tugged his eyeline up from her taunting chest.  “Yeah…”

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            Sasuke was up for a bit of training today, even if it was late; he’d come back from a reconnaissance mission where the Sharingan was useful in detecting remnants of chakra from possible Sound ninja still lurking about.  Not much came of it; reports were misleading sometimes.  But his adrenaline was up, he’d already reported back home to change from his traveling gear, and was in a bout with Naruto.  Sakura slouched at the side, not being given the same opportunities as Naruto to engage.

            Chidori and Rasengan were used sparingly, as this wasn’t a duel to send each other to the hospital.  First one to catch the other off guard lost, and for all his Sharingan talents, Sasuke was finding it more and more difficult to dupe a once-dunce and get behind him.  Even the Kage Bunshin was refined to where his keen eyes could not decipher real from fake.  His frustration began to grow despite himself.  And in this fury, he erupted with a fully-charged Chidori Current, blasting the ground with vicious shockwaves that even Sakura had to evade from the sidelines.

            “Hey!” shouted Naruto, lunging from his hidden safety in the trees.  “We agreed to nothing too powerful-tebayo!”

            “It’s not training,” Sasuke’s voice rang from behind, “unless you push yourself.”

            Naruto had lost, but under loud protest.  “Cheating!” he decried Sasuke’s method, but Sasuke remained unyielding in his stance.  If Naruto wanted to improve, he should expect the enemy to use such tactics.  Naruto sulked, glowering at him.  The stuffy bastard was starting to sound more and more like Kakashi-sensei.

            “If you thought more like that,” Sasuke continued with a haughty smirk, “you’d have given a better answer than what you had written down on that Chunin Exam test.”

            Naruto took a moment to process, and then burst in a fume of embarrassment.  “Y-You saw that?!  Your mom showed you…?!” he stammered, believing (and disbelieving) that Mikoto-san showed Sasuke for them both to poke fun at him.

            “No.  It was just left out when I got home.”  Sasuke grabbed his cloak from the leaning post – halfway uprooted and partially singed from the Chidori Current – and pulled it on.  “It seems you do need all the help you can get, though I don’t know if even Uchiha teaching can get you anywhere.”

            “Ha!  Don’t look down on me!  Let’s not forget that I was the one to beat Pain!  A Chunin Exam test can’t be that hard!”

            Sasuke simply huffed, not convinced in the slightest.

            “Really, Naruto.  You should take it more seriously,” Sakura added, having walked up and placed her hands on her prominent hips.  “We’re all at least at chunin rank, and Sasuke-kun in jonin.”  Her finger wagged at him.  “It doesn’t look good for him to be messing around with a genin all the time.”

            “I’m a special case-tebayo!” Naruto insisted defensively, holding a hand against his chest.  “My talents are up there with the Sannin, I bet!”

            “Hmph!” chortled Sasuke, now turning away and taking his leave.

            Sakura was, of course, disappointed by his departure, but it was a rare instance where she favored helping to spending time with Sasuke-kun.  Not like she’d make any headway to his affections anyway.  Still, she put her hands more forcibly on her hips and tilted forward to Naruto.  “If you really need help studying, and you’re really serious about it, I’m willing to give you extra lessons.”

            The offer stunned, nay, mystified Naruto, whose jaw dropped and eyes lit up.  “You-You mean you’ll study with me, Sakura-chan?” he gushed excitedly.

            “Only to help Mikoto-san!” said Sakura stiffly, pivoting a quarter turn and bunching her arms up under her breasts.  Clearly, her intent was to get in favor with Sasuke’s mom, already envisioning her encouraging her son to take that nice, smart, considerate Sakura-chan on a proper date~

            Sakura didn’t flinch, but her fantasies could easily be read on her face.

            Naruto chortled goofily to himself.  Him and Sakura-chan?  Alone?!  Her leaning over from behind, body pressing against his back as she explained lessons…!  How could he pass it up?!

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            If ever there was a time to masturbate, it was tonight!  He’d been blueballed lately when Kushina demanded his company in bed, but tonight, they ate fully together and went to separate bedrooms.  Naruto’s pulse was racing from excitement, thinking this indulgence was long overdue.  Door locked and stripped of pants, his cock was plump and ready to be abused.  He’d use some dirty magazines he’d successfully purloined in his rambunctious youth – Not to worry, for when guilt set in, he found a way to leave currency at the store without the owner ever the wiser. – to easy away from the fact that it was Sasuke’s mom that had begun to drive him mad.

            Comfortable on the bed, the magazine open to reveal a busty blonde with a bored look, staring off to the side while hefting her massive breasts for the camera, Naruto reclined into his pillow and shut his eyes; he didn’t even make an attempt to regard the page of Kumo gals.  All on his mind, all he needed to visualize was that missing apron and Mikoto-san leaning across the table, heedless of her breasts’ freedom.  He made a halfhearted veer to think of other pairs – Baa-chan being a prime example – but Mikoto-san had that vibe that resonated.

            His cock pulsed, already producing a glob of precum down his head as he stroked himself slowly.  Seething, engaged and committed to this shameful arousal, he added a hand to caress his thumping testicles; gentle, coaxing, imitating best as he could the feel from Mikoto-san’s hands

            “Ah!!” came Kushina’s alarmed voice from down the hall, loud, reflexive, like she was happened upon by an enemy shinobi.

            And fully knowledgeable of her past with foreign nations – and with the uneasy peace with Kumo weighing too much to one side – Naruto’s instinct kicked in.  He at least got to tug his boxer shorts on before heading out, his erection swinging up to his belly with a good thwap! before flopping against the flowy fabric.

            His haste bypassed Kushina’s door lock – It’d have to be fixed after this blunder. – and called out to her worriedly, simultaneously catching the full view of her, shoulders set up against the headboard, not yet dressed from her shower – hair still damp and frayed – a breast holstered tightly in her clenching hand, her pussy hooked by the other, fingers crammed up her soaked snatch, glistening with a scream-producing orgasm, wetting the proud hair there and leaving a patch of wetness on her mattress that was hard to ignore between her legs.

            She wasn’t even able to respond to Naruto’s intrusion by any measure that mattered.  “Naruto!” heaved out of her lungs in breathless difficulty, the tendons of her thighs giving sharp spasms, hips hopping just slightly from the convulsions answering the peak of her pleasure.

            The eye contact they made was intense, his breath stalled while she made sharp gasps.  Her complexion went darker when the reality set in.  Her mouth began to widen, preparing for an ample scream.  The only thing that could have worsened this mishap of heroism was the descent of her gaze, falling from his face to acknowledge the sturdy protrusion testing the reliance of his boxers.  It stretched against the front slit and was partially showing itself.

            Naruto thankfully reacted first, albeit clumsily.  His left leg sagged inward from a loss of balance when he stepped back.  Kushina moved too, quickly gathering her husband’s pillow to shield herself – not that the covering saved her exposure from Naruto’s fixed stare – and howling for him to leave.  “S-Sorry, Kaa-san!”  He slammed the door shut, hearing her squeal in mortification into the pillow.

            He stood there for a good while, well after it quieted down; he could almost believe she’d gone to sleep.  Then he heard, after a full five minutes – He was still gathering himself from the shock. – the soft, careful sound of rustling and repositioning.  And then the unmistakable squelch of fingers running against moist flesh and a groan muffled into a pillow.  “Nnhn!” whimpered Kushina as she entered another round of self-knowing.  He didn’t want to think what sight he’d walk into if he opened the door again, but something told him it would be more inviting than the previous one.

            Swallowing, he stealthily returned to his room, and locked the door.  He didn’t even masturbate.  The shock had paralyzed his cock…

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            “You seem upset, Naruto-kun,” said Mikoto on the other side of the table.  Her head lilted as Naruto seemingly jerked awake.

            Yeah, it had been a rough morning.  Last night didn’t yield much sleep, and though his erection was more persistent than it perhaps had ever been before, he couldn’t find it in him to commit.  It had inevitably flagged, but the urging was still present; he felt it pulsating in his loins, not so different than when Kurama was awake and agitated, a low growling at the edge of his consciousness.

            “I’m a little tired,” he answered her softly but pleasantly.  He hunched over the open book and snickered a bit, rubbing underneath his eye.  “Guess I didn’t sleep enough last night.”  He’d gotten up when Kushina had already left to head to the market.  It was the first time she didn’t drop him off personally at Mikoto’s doorstep, and even Mikoto – caught in early morning lawncare – was surprised to see him show up.

            “I appreciate your enthusiasm,” Mikoto said back, humored.  “It must be hard for you to get up and do something as tedious as study.”

            Naruto waved his hands, refuting the idea.  “No, I said I’d study!  And I will!”  He grabbed the book, turning it up for a better angle, eyebrows furrowing as he kept focused.  Chakra, chakra.  Chakra is the physical manifestation of stamina-tebayo, he read and then sulked a little.  He needed more of that after last night drained him.

            Definitely committed, but Mikoto recognized that he was taxed to the extreme for whatever reason.  His eyes kept running down the lines, struggling to stay awake and focused.  Poor Naruto-kun.

            Her hand reached out to take the book from Naruto, who yielded it with a look of confusion.  She closed it and eased it aside.

            “Mikoto-san?”

            She pressed forward.  “How about a bath today instead?”

            For all his reservations, it was the one time Naruto did not outright object.  He was doing his best to regard her as a mother of a friend in the moment.  His tension eased, shoulders dropping with an easy sigh.  “Sure.”

            Same as before: Fugaku would be home early, and she had some chores to straighten up – “You came before I could finish,” she told him. – so he had the bath to himself.

            “Hmm~” he hummed merrily as he scrubbed himself.  “This is nice~”  He’d been skimping on his usual hygiene since Mikoto had him bathing every time he’d come over; this was the first time he could genuinely relax.  The quiet was just so soothing, it made his skin tingle, his spine tremble pleasantly with relaxing jolts to the brain.  He was really looking forward to this!  He wanted to soak and soak, finally get some relaxation when he was just tense for the past handful of days.

            He reached over his shoulders, scrubbing what he could of his back.  “Mikoto-san sure is nice for letting me do this.”  If it were up to her husband, it’d be “Go to the Konoha bathhouse.”  Naruto wouldn’t have minded it there, but it was indisputably louder when the others were there; Kiba usually tracked him by scent and decided to let everyone else know that they should go hang out at the bathhouse with him!

            An annoyance, and yet…  “Heh!”  Naruto smirked to himself, glad to have friends around regardless.

            “Here, let me.”

            Naruto jolted upright from the sudden voice and the hand taking the soap bar from his.  He needn’t even turn around.  “Mikoto-san!”

            “Of course,” she said matter-of-factly, already washing down Naruto’s spine to the top of his backside.  He gave a shuddering gasp from the intimacy.  “I didn’t want you to bathe alone again.”

            Naruto’s chest heaved up and down.  “B-B-But I thought…!  You were doing housework-tebayo!”

            “It’s done.”  The soap went up, making circles around his shoulder blades.  The tingling had increased tenfold.  “I hope you don’t mind.”

            “Yes!  I mean, no!  I just didn’t expect…!”  He couldn’t finish, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip to hold in a moan.  He had to take a few deep breaths to continue.  “I didn’t mind being by myself.”

            A small laugh behind him.  “It’s no trouble.  I’ve been looking forward to this.”

            Naruto blinked and turned halfway to her.  “You have?”

            “Closeness,” she answered, gliding her soapy hands over his shoulders, down his sternum.  Incidentally across his nipples.  “Your mother and I used to go more often.  Fugaku doesn’t like it.”

            Naruto was hardly surprised by that.  But his mom…  He began to think that, maybe setting them up on a special trip to a reserved hot spring by themselves would do the two of them some real good.  The studying sessions could be taken over by Sakura-chan since she had offered until they returned.  To try to veer the conversation and maybe his attention, he said, “How about you two go on a trip-tebayo?  Mom would really like that, I bet.”

            “Hm!  She would,” agreed Mikoto in that intimate voice that charged him on the inside.

            Naruto huffed a few times; deep, calming breaths that worked better in battle than here.  His circulation kept pumping vigorously.  He thought about Sasuke and his taunts.  Unlikely he would be so flippant to hear that his mom was washing Naruto’s back.  Just a calming exercise, Naruto told himself, shutting his eyes to focus.  Just a calming exercise…

            “Mikoto-san?”

            “Yes?”

            Pursing his lips momentarily, Naruto asked with downcast eyes when they reopened, “You don’t tell Sasuke about these lessons, do you?”

            Mikoto lifted with a look of composed surprise, her eyes slightly wider from the inquisition.  Then she softened, understanding his worry.  “No, I don’t.”  She rubbed her palms up and down his back until she felt him suppress a shudder.  “It’s all private.  I’m doing this as a favor for Kushina-san, to help Sasuke’s friend.”

            “Right,” Naruto said in a desperate breath.  Trying his best to face her with a smile, he said, “I think I’m done.”  Did custom rely on him offering to scrub her back?  He doubted he could last through that; difficult enough to see her open shoulders.

            Mikoto nodded and moved to one side.  It was then that Naruto noticed that she was in a towel.  Good, a disappointed part of him decided.  Good…

            His erection wasn’t going to be easy to hide behind the small washcloth that was conveniently at the side of the washroom; he’d expected to go naked as he had yesterday, but now that Mikoto-san was present, he wouldn’t risk offending her with his beastly waggle.  He tried to act nonchalant as he got up, hands bracing the towel, wrapping it over his waist as he nervously regarded her.  She looked stunning, kneeling there, wrapped snuggly in her own towel and hiding her cleavage behind a hand with no sense of accusation.  “I’ll just go in the bath now-dattebayo,” he stammered unassumingly, rounding the small room with his back against the wall until he cleared her.  He hastened to shut the door behind him, panting heavily, though most of his pulse resided in his groin, his balls aching and palpitating.  It may just be a good enough time to quickly stroke out, save himself from ejaculating in front of Mikoto-san out of sheer revelry of her sexiness!

            Argh!  All those years condemning Ero-Sennin, and here he was, not at all better than the old hermit!

            Behind him, he could hear Mikoto prepping to join him.  The longer he stayed out of the bath, the more risk he put himself – and her – of exposure.  Darn thing!  It just wouldn’t recede!  The towel moved to get a full assessment of himself.  He was swollen to capacity, throbbing eagerly in time with his racing hard, foreskin pulled taut behind the engorged head, the dimple at the tip puffy and secreting already.  No self control at all.  He admonished himself, tying the borrowed towel over himself – Such a pointless endeavor when he was stretching out like this. – and went into the bath.  He cowered to one corner, sinking in up to his nose and eyeing the washroom carefully.  No noise but the sound of scrubbing and the pour of water.  He could visualize it, no matter how to tried not to.  He whimpered helplessly, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to put his mind to something other than what was behind that door.

            Finally, the last, heaviest dump of water.  The padding of wet feet and towel.  Then the door opened, Naruto desperately looking away from her wet, cleansed form.  Now towels were not usually worn in the bath, but the circumstance called for some decorum, and this bath was emptied often for a fresh supply.

            “You’re still so tense, Naruto-kun,” she observed as she sank in on the opposite side of the square tub.  “I was hoping to see you more relaxed.”

            “So was I-tebayo,” he grumbled, his lowered lips making some bubbles in the bath.  His eyes darted to her.  Nothing to see but her face and hair floating around her.  She was down to her shoulders.  With a sort of pout, he said aloud, “Maybe I shouldn’t have come today.”

            “Why is that?  Hopefully you’re not doubting yourself.”

            “It’s not that.  Things are just—”  He couldn’t help his eyes tilting to all of her; what was beneath the water.  “—a little weird now.”

            She knew exactly what he meant, and consoled him with an understanding mother’s look.  Kushina rarely had such a gaze, so prone to passionate fits of anger than understanding.  “I see.”  She went on the move, so skillful and graced that she looked to be riding on the water rather than stepping through it.

            Naruto tensed even more and held tight to the furthest pocket from her, but there was no escaping her unless he ran out of the tub entirely.  He couldn’t do that, and quickly lost the opportunity to do so.  Mikoto reached out for him, hands going into his hair, gently pulling the side of his head to her breast.  He blushed.  Her towel must have slipped some, but it wasn’t like she was holding him to them.  Just her sternum, where he could hear and feel the gentle rhythm of her heart; naturally soothing.

            Allowing her to cradle him after initial apprehension, he went lax, exhaling softly.  No different than when Kushina held him, he decided.  With sons like Itachi – always busy – and Sasuke – always antisocial – it was no wonder that she, of the clan of unparalleled affection, sought this kind of closeness.  And all Naruto could do was reciprocate.

            “You’re relaxing,” he heard her whisper above his head, causing him to smile contentedly.  He nodded a little.  Her fingers stroking against his scalp helped.  Nails dragging down to the back of his neck.  He breathed out slowly against her skin.  Little, comfortable strokes in tiny circles, her steady and even breath above his ear; calm heartbeat against his face…

            She was closer now, coiling around him, fingers now drifting down the line of his back.  Perhaps a bit more intimate that Naruto felt he should allow.  Her legs were brushing his.  His eyes opened and he made a heavy gulp to try to handle the feeling.  He kept his hands at his sides, balled in fists and afraid to embrace Mikoto-san as she had embraced him.

            “Mmm…”

            Was that a moan?  From her?  Naruto tilted somewhat to her, but her head was already craning, nose nuzzling the nape of his neck.  He stalled his responding noise; it tickled, her breath warmer than ever.

            “Naruto-kun,” she murmured in a warm tone.  The fingers now grazed his chest, blazing hot trails where they touched.

            Naruto’s hand made a move; either to follow through and hug her or to push away and situate a more appropriate distance.  He didn’t make more than an inch to her.  “Mikoto-san… maybe this is… too close?”

            He felt her lips turn up at the suggestion.  “I need you relaxed if you’re going to study.”

            Naruto seized up in an instant, like he was caught in a binding genjutsu.  The hands that had carelessly woven across his front had gone lower and lower before he could notice, and one had snuck beneath his towel, casually sifting through his blond pubic hair to find the base of his ponderous cock.  The blood that had been steadily refilling it after a mild reprieve of guilt now rushed in response to Mikoto-san’s blatant interest.

            “Mikoto-san!” he sputtered out, throwing himself back against the corner.  Not much room to escape, and it didn’t unlatch her fingers from around him.

            “You’ve been bringing this burden with you all along,” she murmured, watching Naruto’s face contort and his chest expand as she tugged upward.  Foreskin lapped over the tip, and then went back down with the motion of her hand.  Her other hand went to deal with the towel.  No use for modesty now.  He felt his cover float away from his pelvis, abandoning him to its own weight.  Her dark eyes went to his.  “It must have been difficult.  Haven’t you been taking care of yourself?”

            Sweat accumulated over his body.  “Y-You knew?”

            “Of course,” she breathed hotly, pinching lightly at his tip.  She did not say how she knew, but it dawned on him quick enough to perception of Sharigan.  “I told you that I needed to observe you relaxed.”

            “Gah!”  The water on him might have turned ice cold for him to have made such a noise.  The fist around his cock shot back down to the root.  And then up again.  And back down.

            Naruto dare not look down, though facing her was a challenge by itself.  His body had lost all sense of conscious modesty, his legs opening to grant Mikoto-san the fullest access to his crotch.  “But…!  I thought—nnh!—it was for Sasuke…!”  He wheezed, groaned, twisted helplessly like he was bound, not once trying to displace her graceful handjob.  “I thought it was because… you missed him-tebayo.”

            There was a gleam in her eye.  “You’re not Sasuke,” she told him, and then cradled his balls in her free hand, coaxing them with a rolling thumb and tightening fingers.

            Something about her words gave an enthused bolt of excitement to him.  Like she acknowledged the taboo and was motivated by it!  But he was not used to flirtation, least of all from an older woman.  His morality gave a final ditch effort to save him.  He jumped out of Mikoto’s grip, throwing himself clumsily over the side of the tub, tripping onto his back on the wood border.  “Just hold on a second, Mikoto-san!  We can’t just…!  Uh…”  He was in awe as she emerged after him, naked, bearing all to him, from her full breasts and oval tan nipples already perked by arousal, her toned frame and hourglass figure, the luscious spread of hips that bore two genius children, a mound of dark trimmed curls surrounding the swollen, soaked lips of her sex.

            One leg gracefully came out, foot silently touching the floor.  Then the other leg.

            Naruto watched, mouth gaping, eyes memorizing and mesmerized.  Throat was like sandpaper when he tried to swallow nothing.  Her breasts bounced subtly as she prowled over him.  He made no move – couldn’t move – when she went to her knees; one on either side of him.  She held on all fours over him, touching his face serenely in study.  His cheeks were hot to the touch; hotter than when canoodling seconds ago.  He was even a full shade darker from head to toe.

            His cock jumped up from where it hung on his lower belly, sensing the closeness of pleasure above.

            He was rapidly losing to the urge of his body.  He flattened his hands on the floor.  “But,” he said in a dry voice, “what about S-Sasuke?  And your husband?”

            Mikoto didn’t seem in the least bit deterred by the mention of Fugaku.  “Don’t worry.  He hasn’t touched me since Sasuke was born.”

            Naruto inhaled sharply.  If she had shown some inclination of regret or hesitation, his conscience might have latched onto that and pulled him back from this lusty insanity.  But her apparent inclination for complete infidelity…!  Maybe Fugaku deserved it for his persistent neglect, but did Sasuke and Itachi?  Naruto did not want to think of the vengeance they’d incur upon learning of this desecration of family and home.

            Mikoto-san’s lips brushed a whiskered cheek; fluttering, small kisses of consolation to settle his nerves – if that were possible.  He held his breath, unable to speak any contrary to her continuance.  So she took his wordless, breathless approval and situated her hips until her heat was upon him.  He half-choked/half-sobbed to feel her take hold of his cock; not a grasping touch, but a guiding one, lifting and poising him to her entrance.

            She swept him against the pink line of her pussy, the surrounding hair scratching featherlike to his plumped head, salving her with his emerging precum just as her arousal wettened him.  His back arched as he rasped out her name, drowning with impatience and guilt.  She nuzzled and licked at his exposed throat; it tickled him more than it normally would have, all his nerves having risen to the surface.

            He gave as much heed to the niggling notion that he should back out now as he would the signs of ADULTS ONLY in bookstores.  He was Uchiha Mikoto’s now.

            A fleshy opening pressed down on him; snug, but he felt the yield of deeper plundering.  Mikoto-san shifted above him, her pacified face giving a twitch before her hips gave an adjusting roll.  She was so beautiful.  Graceful.  Naruto gave a deepthroated grunt when the walls split and slowly enveloped him, taking his virginity with this passage.

            The walls were slippery, but taut, making the invitation hitch every now and then until Mikoto swished her hips and took him deeper, and deeper.  By the look on her face – stressed, biting her bottom lip, small whimpers escaping – Naruto could believe that she had been untouched all this time.  If he held up a mirror to himself, though, he’d see a boy who had not known such pleasure in his life.  He twitched often, feeling on the verge of just erupting before he even reached the back of her undulating pussy.  Her downward pace was so controlled and slow, contradicting his usual impulse of action.

            “Just wait,” she said in a heavy whisper, touching his face as she took another inch into her.

            Panting, Naruto said back to her, “It feels so good-tebayo.”  She rewarded his honesty with a kiss above his temple and put more of her weight on him.  With a joined groan, they finished the journey; his cockhead bunched up tight and pleasant to the pocket within her, holding up against her thirsty cervix.

            Naruto fell back, gasping, swallowing breath with difficulty, eyes wide on the ceiling beyond Mikoto-san’s hair.  So this was sex?!  He knew he was holding out for a special time – a bit more of a romantic that he’d let on with his kiddy, oftentimes perverted pranks – but it would have been harder to resist if he had known it was like this!  Not just the feeling itself of flesh and muscle wrapped around his sensitive member, but the further intimacy of another person inviting him so deep into herself!

            A half-smile ticked at the corner of his gasping mouth.

            Mikoto, settling into the feeling with a bit more experience and tolerance, gave a small sigh of pleasure, and then eased her drooping bangs out of her face to watch the experience play across his.  A very honest boy to wear such an honest expression.  “This is your first time?”

            Naruto seemed for a moment not to have heard, and then gave the slightest nod.  No apparent or immediate regret.

            Mikoto made a small laugh behind her coy lips; a little surprised that the impulsive and passionate child of Kushina had not yet taken Sakura or the Hyuga heiress.  Shinobi usually lost it young; by her estimation, he and Sasuke were well overdue.  And with the vitality of the Uzumaki, Mikoto theorized that she had found the source of his studying inhibition.  Kushina and Minato were sexually active at a young age, younger than Naruto now, and it was not a secret that Kushina did much better on missions after finding Minato.  She could attribute it romantically to the power of love; more practical, Mikoto analyzed it as chemical release that waived the distraction of sex from mind.  And as a male Uzumaki, Naruto was likely even more vulnerable to the distraction.

            “I’ll go slow,” she quietly promised the winded one between her legs.  It was true that she was not used often by her husband – only to procreate, and he saw no reason for years to try for another Uchiha genius – but her body’s muscle memory was not so easily forgotten.  Her hips curled and swayed to a fluid rhythm, clinging to Naruto, streaking him with the abundance of her essence.  She dragged and churned, dampening movements that carried more finesse than she was exhibiting; her promise to go slow.

            But it was all Naruto could do to hold on!  His mom’s beautiful friend!  His best friend’s mom!  His tutor!  Kaa-san could bust in right now, and her wrath might have been worth it.  He touched Mikoto carefully at first, like testing the heat of a freshly-poured bowl of ramen before grabbing her more securely.  Her skin was so remarkably smooth; gentle and taut, warm, conscious of his callouses scraping her.  But he didn’t know where to hold her.  He just touched her for now, hands lying upon the small of her back, assumingly for leverage though having no influence whatsoever to Mikoto-san’s pliant rhythm.

            Naruto chewed his lips, trying to suppress the noises growing in his throat.  When he gasped, unable to restrain himself, it sounded like there was a fist around his neck.  Mikoto, no loss of grace even as the endeavor of taking him inside her colored her cheeks, gave him an appropriate smile.  “Are you alright?”  A small hitch to her breathed question.

            Impulsively, he nodded, vigorous.  His fingertips turned into the flesh where her skin dimpled, where back turned to ass.  “Yes, yes-tebayo,” he wheezed.  His legs pulled up until his feet planted against the ground, providing a sort of bracket for Mikoto’s bottom to leap up from after sinking down.

            Even if it proved something of a challenge getting to his base.  She stretched, her firm channel seizing on his length, taking the drag of his defined cockhead against her sensitive parts, but there simply wasn’t every much room in her to take all of him yet.  His eager vitality showed as his hips lunged forward, hoping to push the rest of himself in her.  Instead, he would up knocking hard against her cervical wall, pasting it with an abundance of precum, but making no headway otherwise.  Mikoto herself bucked forward with a more guttural noise than the cool ones she’d thus harmonized from her throat.

            She looked down at Naruto and puffed an amused breath.  “Don’t be so hasty,” she told him, easing back a few strands of disheveled hair.  “I’m not so young anymore.”

            Naruto’s lips pursed up.  How could she say that?!  However old she may have been – and he never really thought of it before – she exuberated a controlled age, much like his own mom.  She was tight where she should be tight, full where a mother should be full.  He could not stand it and took it upon himself to throw his hands onto her chest.  The dangling breasts molded to the support of his hands, the tips pleasantly poking his palms.  “Wow,” he gasped, not expecting them to feel like this; like… huge pork buns, but gentler, more fluid in flow, urging him to massage and test them.  They rolled in full motion, absolutely yielding but for the stiff brown tips that his thumbs crossed over.

            Mikoto-san didn’t mind, or seemed contented to have her breasts fondled and admired.  She dipped her back, offering them while also providing a leveraged angle for Naruto’s hard cock to penetrate her from.  Anything new – or anything repeated in this venture – exhilarated the youth to reaction, but this poise, when the tip of him ran against a distinctively-coarse spot in her, her muted moans raised in hiccupping bursts.

            Now he was virgin up until a handful of minutes ago – though perception of time distorted – but Naruto could be notoriously discerning to the reactions of other people to whatever he did; it made pranking easier and more effective.  So when he saw how the reserved mother of Sasuke lose herself – however little and briefly – he recognized the source of her lost composure.  And rather than upset her, he wanted her to be thrilled by this experience as he was.  Therefore, he grabbed her; not in the best of form, but it steadied her above him and gave him access to the apex of her legs.

            “Hm?  Na…?”  Mikoto’s voice was burdened with a harsher grunt than she had ever been willing to let out before.  Her eyes went wide and her mouth tightened when Naruto suddenly drove up into her on his own.  Withdrew, and then returned with slick and tempered intensity.  “Ooh!”  A calmer voice now, but her stance faltered, falling in a slant on Naruto, caught on her elbows before losing it completely.  Their faces were so close now, expressions similar.  Naruto couldn’t even gloat, it felt so good rising up to slide into Mikoto-san’s heat.  But he did notice the activation of her Sharingan; probably reflex when he hammered into her, just like Sasuke’s awakening during times of panic and stress.

            And by reflex, her watchful red eyes examined him top to bottom, noticing every twitch, breath, bead of sweat or water, the flow of his hair from her breath.  And then she moved.  Her broad hips shifted and took the cock with precise, uniform motion to match the upward roll splendidly.  Both benefitted from it, moaning together, him feeling deeper than before and her taking a very pleasing grind to her G-spot.

            Her ass swayed and shifted, meeting each drive with such perfect precision.  She could feel his cock starting to well up, probably even before Naruto realized he was reaching the point of no return, where he’d lose all inhibition and be unable to stop or postpone the impending flood.  Sure enough, his rhythm stunted and snagged while her hips picked up his faltering efforts.  “Mikoto-san,” he said in that undeniable voice of a man undone.

            Her fingers ran across the lines of his whiskers, redirecting his senses momentarily to give respite to the appendage pulsing between her folds.  “For this part…”

            Naruto stared dumbly at her, mouth barely closing to swallow his spittle.  She looked angelic.  He hated to think it, but he could understand Sakura-chan’s and all other girls’ fascination with Uchiha when beheld by those crimson eyes.  Steadily, controlled, they dissipated back to the dark captivating hue they began as.

            “… I think you’d like to be on top.”

            “R-Really?”  He was ready for it, sure, but he was also nervous about a fumble, as he was likely to do whenever he was given the opportunity to try something for the first time.  It never stopped his enthusiasm before – water-walking, Rasengan, Sage-mode training – but to foul up in front of Mikoto-san, in the intimacy of the moment and vulnerability of nakedness…

            Her gaze, however, dispelled his anxieties.

            She removed herself from him, and they both shared a reflexive whimper when his big head detached from her.  Naruto watched his schlong fall onto his lower belly, pointing to his navel like a True North, but then his eyes fixed on Mikoto-san.  He didn’t have the Sharingan, but he watched her intently, noting her movements as she positioned herself on her back, reclined on her elbows to be at a slant as her legs opened invitingly, spread like butterfly wings.  In her motion, her breasts carefully slipped this way and that; Naruto could not imagine a more captivating genjutsu than the natural shift and settling of tits!  And better than any swirl on a paper, when her thighs opened to expose and surrender her dark-haired muff, Naruto could not pry his attention away for anything.

            In haste, he scrambled over like a dog to an Inuzuka’s call.  Mikoto quietly teased his shamble, urging him to take his time.  Not like she was going anywhere.  Naruto nodded in acknowledgment, though sweated down his back now that it was up to him to hitch into her.  “Here I go,” he whispered, carefully directing his cock down the line of her pussy, shifting the hair there and moving through the lips until he found the point of entry.  His breath caught.

            “Mikoto.”

            The hard voice of Fugaku just outside was like a shower of ice-cold water.  Naruto froze instantly, only the very tip of him inside her.  His muscles all went stiff, his face a pulled expression of terror.  Even Mikoto blinked, though she was not as petrified as him.  She looked to the doorway, holding her breath.

            Yes, her husband was right outside, having returned to pick up a scroll for today’s mission briefing.

            “Mikoto,” he called again, gruffly and loud.  “Are you in there?”

            She paused, eyes switching to Naruto.  He looked helplessly at her while a dollop of precum deposited into her.  “I am,” she called back, and then touched Naruto’s sternum with a hand, just above his Sun Seal.  He’s more likely to come in if he thinks I’m not in here, her eyes said.

            There was a small harrumph outside; displeasure.  “The dishes” was all he said.

            “They’ll be done,” she promised, smiling as she traced a hand down, tickling Naruto in his apprehension, through his pubes to take hold of the cock he’d released.  She pulled it carefully, letting Naruto know that she didn’t mean to stop.  “I had a mess, so I wanted to wash.”

            Another soft but perceptible “Hmph.”  Silence then for a moment.  “Is that Uzumaki boy here?”  Again, there was that obvious displeasure.  “I saw those books you give him out.”

            “He hasn’t come yet.”

            “I see,” he mumbled, which carried more than that.  Why give him books at all was what he seemed more likely to say.

            Naruto eased up a bit, suddenly not feeling so guilty as he began to lean into Fugaku’s wife, stretching her slowly to the point where her face twitched.  He lost a grin to see her lose a moment’s composure.  He, on the other hand, had to bite his bottom lip to keep from giving out a loud moan.  Her hips tilted a bit, helping and egging him onward inside.

            “Try not to waste too much time with him today.”  And then his footsteps receded until they were gone.

            Naruto wasn’t the sensory type, but he could trust Mikoto-san when she placed both hands on his waist and pulled him towards her.  He didn’t groan as loud as he wanted to, but there was no helping it when he bottomed out.  Discretion abandoned, he fell over her, hands slamming down on either side of her.  Her breasts flattened between them, and the difference in their height was rather obvious when he had to look up to see her; her looking down at him.

            Naruto went at her at once.  No practice for the pattern, his instinct took over, pressing himself up against her mound, not quite shutting the final portion into her, but he was stretching out her channel with his eager humps.  Mikoto braced, breathing harder and harder, sometimes whispering how good of a job he was doing, encouraging his tempo.  He made some space between them for his hand to jump up and attach to her flowing tit, squeezing passionately while refraining from being too rough.

            He’d arrived quickly to the point he’d been at before changing to the top.  Mikoto felt him swelling with erratic palpitations.  His impacts were squishing louder than before, likely not entirely from her own arousal.  The intrusive sensation of their mixed fluids salving over her posterior made her give a sharp hum.  Fugaku, of course, was very traditional and was not keen to exploratory pleasure, and she had not been so aroused to leak like this, let alone have so much precum deposited inside her that it’d slip down to her crack and shy hole.

            The exhilaration and risk mingled together in an exciting clamor.  This was so unlike her, though her planning had been precise enough.  She hadn’t hoped to prey on Naruto when he was put on her schedule, but Uchiha were nothing if not opportunistic.  She gave an honest try of helping him study, and this way could help him focus.

            But only if she wrung out every drop of his distraction.

            Her pussy convulsed and held him tight.  “More,” she whispered to him, her Sharigan coming alive again, hoisting herself into his pummeling thrusts.  He could do nothing but heedlessly obey her command, eyes locked in and body pitching in enthused thrusts.  This wasn’t the end of it, he realized.  There was more to it than just this.  And he had to…!

            “Ughn!”  He doubled over, seething, his testicles clenching up against his pelvis.  He wanted to go longer than this!  Breaking one eye open, he asked with one word: “Where?!”

            Certainly, her womb was craving a deluge.  She instinctively ticked her pubis for him to better reach the cervical wall, where his slit pressed to the way into her womb.  However, though the deposit of precum sheathed her insides, she was not planned for the risk of child; something Fugaku could not explain when he stayed on his own cot devotedly these past seventeen years.

            “Out,” she said, even if she wondered what another second’s stall would incur.

            Naruto gave to her request, pulling out in time for the first splatter gleam on her flushed pussy, sticky and highlighting her black hair.

            The second did not lack bravado.  Its propulsion launched across her hunched body, surprising her with a solid, splattering impact to her chin and neck.  Subsequent volleys sprung by the encouragement of his fist, lancing in streamers across her breasts – two haphazard lines stringing in a lopsided, thin X to her left one – followed by a growing basin at her stomach and bellybutton.  The amount he produced shocked her, to see the mire of semen expand before dripping down her sides.  And for closure, his cock nuzzled and spilled the last of himself in her warm bush, mixing with the first load.

            He had fallen back on his rump, panting and exhausted, but fighting to soak up the sight of her stained with streaks and swamps of his semen.  Perhaps a greater volume than he could extol from self-adulation, but the potency, the whiteness of the fluid was consistent throughout.  An Uzumaki male was a breeding marvel; Mikoto, for preservation of herself and Naruto, made the right choice to not risk it.

            Hardly a risk at all, seeing how packed his cum was with semen.

            The smell of it reached her nose; pungent, fertile.  Her pupils dilated somewhat, the urge to taste it creeping in.

            “Did you…”

            Distracted, she looked up at him in time to see him turn away in embarrassment.

            “Did you… like it-tebayo?”

            Did she cum was what he really wanted to know.  Something that Fugaku never bothered to wonder, even though in youth, he was confident enough in the gratifying act of it to not need to ask.  But it was kind of Naruto to wonder.  There were mini moments, at least; she was satisfied with the brief encounter, but there was obvious room of improvement.  It was hard to believe he’d master it on his first attempt.

            But that was what studying was for.

            She, in spite of the mess covering her, leaned forward, tousling his hair until his gaze returned from the floor.  She gave him a mother’s smile.  “Fugaku will be gone for the day,” she told him with a hinting smile.

            Naruto only needed a moment to realize the opportunity.  His face lit up, his tongue dragging over his upper lip.

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            As nice as the hot springs were, the aura Kushina was putting out set others in an uncomfortable mood.  Just walking in, they would find the Red-Hot Habanero, stewing in the middle up to her nose, bubbles blowing out of her mouth as she contemplated whatever misery was ravishing her mind.  Her presence had turned away the other patrons and left her by herself for the better part of the hour.

            Until, finally…

            “Why didn’t he say anything-tebane!”  She raged, surging up and hitting her hands down on the water, making an uproar that scared the men’s side visitors; hearing her rampage, they tried to be silent and hide, more fearful of her wrath than taking an interested peek at the Uzumaki powerhouse.

            “Hmph!  Maybe I’ll go see if he went to Mikoto-chan’s after all,” she griped, shoulders and arms squared as she stomped out of the water, unabashed by her pleasant nudity.

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