Focus Session

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            “Let’s clean up and get back to studying” was what Mikoto-san had said and how Naruto found himself at the table again.  Yet he couldn’t understand it.  Studying was the last thing on his mind; at least, not of books and ninja theory.  He wanted to study Mikoto-san more!  Down to the last detail!  Enamored, he could only follow her direction when she led him back to the washroom, cleaning his cock by hand – bringing it back to a steady erection – and heedlessly telling him to go dress and get back to the books as she did likewise for herself.  More of a mess on her, after all.

            Dumbly, he did.  He plunked right back down on the cushion, dressed in his loose shorts and t-shirt, looking at the book but having even less interest in it than before.  When was Mikoto-san going to join him?  Could they talk about what they had just done in the bathroom?  Could they do it again, maybe in a more traditional place like the bed?  He thought of the niceties of wrapping things up and cuddling under a blanket as opposed to the rush of exposed after-bath sex.

            He perked up some when he heard the shuffling of Mikoto down the way; in another room, seemingly tending to dishes.  It disheartened him to hear water running, but it stopped soon enough, and there was the distinctive click of the stove turning on.

            A minute later.  “I’m heating up some tea for a snack,” she said as she appeared, fully dressed; apron and all, drying her hands on it.  She was so sincerely nonchalant, he wondered if the sex had taken place at all!  Or if it was his imagination running away with him!

            “Are you focusing?”  She peered at the page he left off on.

            Naruto wondered if he could address the bathroom scene, but then thought better of it.  Women didn’t like an insecure man, Ero-Sennin had advised him once upon a time.  “Um…”  He pulled on the textbook, trying to give it some notice, but his eyes flicked up to her.  “A little-dattebayo.”  But it was clear as day that he hadn’t read as much as a sentence since sitting down again.

            Mikoto’s head lilted to one side, exasperated by this news.  “Really, Naruto-kun, I was hoping to help you focus your mind.”

            More like she put a heap of distraction in it.  His cock hadn’t lost an ounce of anticipation since she soaped it earlier, pondering the next encounter.

            Mikoto paced into the room, and Naruto expected her to try telling him how to simplify the material by pointing out key words and such.

            Instead, she pulled her apron down along with the collar of her dress until both of her breasts were exposed, hanging over the over-stretched neckline.  Naruto exclaimed, gawking and reddening at their appearance.  Like he hadn’t taken a firm account of them before.  But the setting was different; she was clothed, and gave full attention to them.  Well, at least Naruto gave full attention to them; she was more interested in stuffing the textbook up underneath them.  The globes rested upon the page, not obstructing the text.

            “Can you read it?” she asked in a very gentle voice.

            Naruto’s eyes trembled, unsure where to really look.  He remembered these tits doused with his cum!  “Uh!”  He looked beneath them to the textbook.  “Yeah,” he answered, eyes returning to marvel at her areola contrasting the milky flesh around.

            “Try reading like this,” she said, “and relieve yourself.”

            The last part was vague and left questions.  “Y-You mean…?”

            “It may train you.”

            Naruto wasn’t sure, but if it was an excuse to take himself out…

            He did, already relieved to be out of the strain of his pants.  Mikoto’s eyes dropped to it, showing her appreciation; her smirk hinted at her being impressed.

            Not a moment longer, he began to rub himself, his breath labored and his voice cracking.  He couldn’t believe that he was jerking off for Mikoto-san while attempting to read the book under her boobs!  Every sentence he scanned was followed by a hungry look to her breasts; mostly stationary but for the subtle heave of her even breath.  And her eyes watched him.

            “Keep going…”

            The chaffing of dry hand on dry cock was remedied by the spillage of his quick precum, sliding down in gleaming slivers.  Normally a sticky nuisance when masturbating on his bed, now the application was welcomed.  The squelching grew louder and faster, matched only by his heightened breathing.  His throat flexed, his head tilting back like a sneeze was catching in his throat.

            Seeing him so close only succeeded in amusing Mikoto, who presented herself closer, watching undisturbed as the book’s borders bunched up her breasts.  Naruto’s finality was brought with a shuddering yelp.  A joyous mingling of shame and relief turned on the spout of his loins.  Unlike his masterful strokes next to the bath, his fist rocked up and down with forceful clenches, doing little to aid the unstoppable bursts leaping to latch onto Mikoto-san’s cleavage.  A full saturation of her breasts again, though she shielded herself from the lower shots by catching them on the book, smearing the pages, ruining the reading material.  Again, Naruto surprised her with a sprig landing higher than she estimated; her lips, which she pursed up out of momentary reflex.

            Naruto pushed his hips with undulating calls, whining as he dripped on page and table, fisting his cock until the last bits rolled off his tip.

            The book was laid down, closing with a thick splat.  She didn’t care; she laid it in the spattering Naruto’s release had left on the table.  With the clean hem of her apron, she wiped the corner of her mouth, briefly examining the splotch removed, and then looked up at him.  “I think we’re making progress.”

            “Wha…?”  Naruto’s feet shifted, the room seeming to turn in the whirlwind of his mind.  Despite his lack of equilibrium, his lips turned in an awkward, happy grin.  “What do you mean?”

            “For the Chunin Exam,” Mikoto answered, standing and holding a finger up.  “Now you rest while I get the tea ready and clean up.”  She and Naruto both acknowledged the goo sliding down the curves of her breasts.  She cupped them, supporting them and slowing the crawl of his cum.  She made a noise of observation, referring to the healthy white of it.  “Even after producing so much earlier,” she mused to him.  He just blushed and bent carefully to pull his shorts up.

            She promised not to take long, heading out the door, still holding her breasts bobbing in the comfort of her hands.  She went for the kitchen, bending over the sink in time for the first long drip of semen to drip off of her.

            He really is virile.

            And persistent, she added, feeling Naruto’s presence suddenly behind her before the first dab of a cleaning cloth to wipe away his cum.  She blinked back at him, his sudden forwardness now that his hands circled her, catching her tits despite the mess upon them, burying his face in her recently-washed hair and inhaling.  “Naruto-kun,” she hissed, partially in reproach but mostly in surprise.  “I told you to wait…”

            But he couldn’t.  As much of her commands as he’d listened to, he’d finally had enough and needed to act on his own.  Perhaps out of curiosity and arousal, she clasped her hands on the edge of the sink when he began to hike up the back of her dress.  Was he already needing another tending?  She wasn’t opposed to it, delicately moving her legs apart when he unveiled her panties, proving her willingness to him.

            He certainly was reverent to the female form despite his former anxieties.  He awed to see her up close like this, bottom pressed out, her female parts already glistening in want of him.  Like a child, he reached out and began to probe there, muttering some words of splendor.  By touch, he seemed to have gained some knowledge from their bathroom meeting, but now he garnered firsthand experience, spreading her with a finger from both hands, testing her resilience when he had found her so tight before.

            Mikoto couldn’t help an utterance of embarrassment.  Inspection this close was usually done by a woman in the medical ward; Fugaku was not so close to her in decades.  She could feel Naruto’s eyes peering into her, where he had pushed his cock all the way in.  “Amazing-tebayo,” he uttered after a hard swallow.

            He sure was making her feel special.

            And this his tongue ran over her.  She gave an airy start, fingers clutching on the edge of the sink.  His tongue, wiry and enthused, didn’t know just where to probe, but he was figuring it out fast.  First, he just wanted to taste her, knowing that he could put his mouth here to exploit her nerves, and then began to assess her best reactions.  Not long for him to find out the significance of her clit, though he employed his fingers there mostly, peeling back the hood and dabbing the flushed bundle with his thumb as his lips messed with her pussy’s.

            Most of all was his nose pressing to the anus, brushing consequently in time with the roll of his tongue.  At first, it seemed merely by chance, until Naruto’s tongue ran back there, circling the rim of her and pushing hard against it.  For her, it was an entirely new experience.  “Naruo-kun, no!” she exclaimed at first, but the sensation held her from resisting any more.  She grit her teeth, seething her breath, hips gyrating fluently to bury his face between her cheeks.

            What was more was his attention to all of her.  He didn’t just move to licking her asshole and forget her quim; both hands stayed dedicated, if not for a few fumbles.  One set of fingers remained poised to her clitoris, the other shoved into her, not making the most of the journey, but exploring her plumping walls was more than enough to make her feel sensual.  And the tongue just kept on trying to breach her back there, poking the tight center or rounding it again and again.

            She’d no reason to resist.  Maybe, even, she earned it.  She tightened herself, gave a small squeak of satisfaction, and then rewarded Naruto with her pelvis flaring and a squirting jet of opaque fluid from her.  How long had it been since she was brought to that?!  She shivered, losing her voice to tremendous whimpers and gasps as the muscles of her thighs rumbled.  She fell halfway into the sink, catching herself at the last second, eyes already a blazing red again.  She could have coasted if Naruto was not so surprised that he recoiled, but it was enough for her.  It was enough that his right hand’s thumb continued to drag against her clit, keeping her poised as she quenched herself to undulating droplets.

            “Oh,” she huffed wistfully, looking back over her shoulder at him ogling her convulsing pussy.  Embarrassed, like a homemaker caught before making the home, she held up a hand to her upturned mouth.  “I… wasn’t expecting that.”

            Naruto blinked twice, and then his mouth split in one of his trademark, sly smiles.  “Not bad, right?  Hehe!”  He wiped the back of his hand across his chin where spit and essence had accumulated.

            Mikoto gave a slight nod, and then said, “I thought you hadn’t been with a girl before.  Where did you learn that?”

            With another chuckle, Naruto scratched at the bridge of his nose.  “I guess Ero-Sennin.  I didn’t read a lot from his books, but there were some parts that were interesting.”

            Mikoto had to laugh at it.  A boy’s mind could always be focused on sex.

            But then the weight of Naruto pressed against her, pinning her between him and the sink counter.  Already, the blunt tip of his cock – hard as a rock already – was grinding against her cleft.  However, while she was wet and ultimately willing, Naruto found her passage to be less than yielding as it had been before; when he first was inserted.  He pressed and certainly made headway, splitting her as she rolled herself back.  But it was like she was sealed!  Naruto pouted with a quizzical look.  “Don’t tell me we can only do it once-tebayo,” he grumbled irritably.

            Far be it from her to explain that his oral efforts had caused her to plump up in the inside, muscles squeezing from her orgasm to the instinctive urge to trap semen within.  A lesson for another time, but when he stepped back from her, folding his arms and trying to make sense of it, like he’d done wrong, she consoled him that he was very proficient.  “And Jiraiya-sama would be proud,” she added in a blend of truth and teasing.

            He blushed.  “Not like I did it for him.”  Honestly, he’d rather not think of the goony hermit.  He was too much of a distraction, and in the worst way at a time like this.

            Mikoto brushed Naruto’s chest with her hand.  “Don’t worry.  It’s been a while, but… I can handle this.”  She gave no more explanation and went down to her knees, eyelevel with his cock and eager to meet it with her lips.  A chaste kiss to start with, her gaze turning back up to him to watch his fast reactions.  He didn’t have the support of a counter to hold onto behind him; he wobbled when her tongue cleared over his head, collecting her own flavor from its prior nuzzling.  It really had been long, but an Uchiha retained unparalleled muscle memory.  Not since her teens had she done this, when Fugaku argued its merits and forbid it from happening again.  “A waste of precious Uchiha genes,” he had said angrily, pulling his pants back on and storming away.  She had thought he might actually end their relationship that night.

            Naruto, on the other hand, was showing a happy lust for her tongue’s play.  She ran it along his head, teasing his glands and chasing the swollen vessels along his underside.  Now of course, she didn’t have any particular skills that would lend her the title of Legendary Sucker, but her amateur methods resonated with Naruto.  She was rather intrigued to see that he did some self-grooming in this area, finding his testicles to be pleasingly smooth when her tongue found them.

            His knees melted somewhat; unreliable as he gurgled with pleasure.  “That-That feels really good, Mikoto-san,” he slurred, eyes crossing upward with his smile drooping.

            More of a compliment than Fugaku ever gave.  She continued to explore the sac, feeling an uncouth joy when his girthy member leaned up over her face.  Knowing their sensitivity, she plucked one ball into her mouth, tested, suckled, and then moved over to the other, laving it and smiling to hear Naruto shudder again before arching over her to grab the countertop.

            Focused on him, but her eyes suddenly ticked to one side, spotting something of interest with the Sharingan.  What timing…

            “Naruto-kun,” she whispered, gently running her hand up and down his length.  He answered with a not-fully-formed word.  “Don’t feel you have to hold back.”

            “Huh?”  A vague statement, but Naruto wasn’t about to question it when Mikoto took him suddenly to the back of her throat.  She twinged in discomfort from bloating her gullet, but she stayed true to her method and swallowed him again and again, showing more fervor than before.

            With a jolt, Naruto bowed, turning awkwardly and jubilating from her moist enthusiasm.  Her pale cheeks flushed from the effort, eyebrows furrowing in her concentration, trying to bring his sticky climax to fruition one more time.  Inside her mouth this time?!  Naruto hadn’t thought of it before, but was keen to her licking her lips afterward and complimenting his flavor.

            “Mikoto-chan~!” called out from the front of the estate.

            Naruto’s head immediately swung in the direction, losing its color for a moment.  “Kaa-san?!”

            Yet Mikoto’s methods weren’t ceasing.  Perhaps only more controlled than before, she focused solely toward the tip, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked and sucked, tongue doing its part siphoning all the precum bursting from his tip.

            He gawked down at her, hair swinging, face a mask of determination.  She wanted this!  Didn’t she realize how close they were to being caught?!  By one of the two people – Fugaku being the other – that would not take this revelation kindly?!

            “Mikoto-san!” he hissed anxiously.

            Her Sharigan flashed on him.  He stilled, caught like a mouse in a python’s sight.  It was what she wanted, and he surrendered all of it in a repressed groan.

            His loins charged quickly.  Mikoto took the blast to her throat, gulping it down on reflex, and then blocked the rest of his spurts with her tongue until her cheeks began to swell.  She recoiled to the very tip to make room for this awesome, bitter payload and lost not a drop when he was completely extracted.  Naruto shook violently, not trusting his faculty of posture when his mind was so blown.

            The whistle of the tea kettle made him jump, hanging cock bouncing before he calmed down.  He heard his mom calling out to Mikoto again, much closer this time; he already could hear her footsteps on the floorboards.

            “What are we…?”

            Mikoto, lips pursed around his sloshing deposit, pointed solely to the window.  Leave.  I’ll handle her.

            Naruto fretted a little, hoping that she’d gulp down his seed before Kushina caught her with it; not to mention the mess still clinging to her exposed chest.  But, he had no choice but to trust her.  Holding onto the open windowsill, he promised to be back, and then jumped out.

            Such a kind kid… but also so naïve.  Mikoto raised and turned to the sink, holding her hair back as she prepared to spit his juice down the drain.

            Then her eye caught the clean mugs resting to the side, drying from when she rinsed them earlier.

            She fastened her lips…

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            “Mikoto-chan~”  Kushina was loud, but her voice carried melody; playful.  She was comfortable enough here when Fugaku was gone, having a good relationship with the rest of the family to be welcomed at a moment’s notice.  But, she thought after heaving an exasperated sigh and putting her hands on her hips, when did this house ever be empty?!  She cupped her hand to her mouth and called again.

            “Kushina,” replied Mikoto, coming around the corner down the way with tidy attire, a smile on her face, and a tray of tea with two freshly-poured mugs waiting.  “What a surprise,” she greeted politely with a warm, head-tilting smile.

            Like usual, Kushina was welcomed in, coming with Mikoto to the dining room to share tea and discuss.  Kushina plopped down on the traditional pillows at the table, though mumbled something about not being used to sitting on the floor like this.  Mikoto only smiled and placed her mug in front of her.

            “You seem bothered by something,” she observed when she sat down herself with her own serving of tea steaming.  Clearly something to do with Naruto; he behaved similarly when he had showed up earlier, though not as agitated.

            Sure enough…  “That Naruto,” grumbled his mom.  She paused, as if deliberating what she should say.  She drummed her fingers around the clay mug, and then finally laughed, putting a hand to the back of her head to play off her distress.  “He sure has timing, doesn’t he?”

            Mikoto gave a small chuckle.  “You both do.”

            Kushina grinned, very much like her boy, taking it as a compliment.  “Well, how’s he coming along?”

            “A bit of improvement.  He just needs to redirect some of his energy.”  Mikoto was all poise and decorum, eyes closed as she picked up her mug and carefully sipped.

            “Hehe!  Just like his mom-datebane!”  Kushina grabbed her drink; Mikoto’s eyes opened a little to watch.  There was a little hiccup as Kushina spoke a bit more on Naruto’s behavior; nothing important.

            And then she finally drank.  A bigger, bolder glug than Mikoto.

            Mikoto closed her eyes in quaint satisfaction as Kushina swallowed and sighed.

            The redhead perked with a favorable look at the drink.  Her tongue ran across her upper lip, savoring the taste.  “Hey, it’s better than usual today!”

            Mikoto cocked her head to one side, laughing in her throat.  “I figured you’d like it.”

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