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Parental Education	By : FieldDranzer Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 13888 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Parental Education

Light, nimble feet trudged along the stone pavement along one of Konoha’s many residential streets. High above, the sun had begun to slither on towards the pinnacle of the heavens, signaling the end of the estimated training session of the new Team 10.

Letting out a weary sigh, Inojin Yamanaka’s shoulders slumped, his legs sore from the strenuous workout that their sensei demanded them to complete. The new Ino-Shika-Cho formation they had been working on was still rough around the edges, with more openings than a ruined net, yet they still worked hard under Moegi’s guidance.

Feeling his feet take an automatic right upon reaching a crossroads, Inojin’s cyan eyes rolled up, taking in the sight of what could honestly be described as the Yamanaka residence.A two story house in the northern residential area, only a short walk away from the Hokage monument, with the Academy only a brief jog from there. Following his mother’s ideas, a wooden step lead up to the front door of their house, keeping it elevated a foot above the ground. That fact however, was very stealthily hidden away. How his father had managed that, Inojin did not know.

Pushing open a small wooden gate between their house and the street, Inojin’s platinum blonde eyebrows knit together, a small wooden box of sorts placed at the top of the step.

Already aware of his complaining muscles, Inojin put an ounce of force to his step, dashing forward until his nimble feet made a soft thump on the wooden step; his head hovering mere inches above the small box.

“To Ino Yamanaka,” he read out loud, the juvenile pitch of his teenage years remaining, despite being of age by a shinobi’s standards. “Did mom order takeaway?”

Shaking the puzzled thought from his mind, Inojin straightened out his posture, picking up the ornate box with his left hand before using his right to open the door, pushing his way inside before calling out his arrival to anyone inside.

The interior of their living room was quite simple, a large TV hung up on the right wall, two couches, one of which was propped up against the dividing counter for the kitchen, whilst another one was put sideways to stare straight ahead at the TV. Beside the aforementioned counter, a doorway leading to the second story stairwell was placed, with a second and third doorway straight ahead. The second one, placed on the left wall furthest back, lead into what one could only describe as Ino’s bathroom. A large room with white tiled floors and matching plates on the walls, a toilet and a large open shower with a see-through glass pane that could be pulled in front to block the water spray. The third doorway simply lead into his father’s study, an oblong room at the back of the house that Inojin rarely visited. The second story of their house was decidedly smaller, due to the tilted roof, though three bedrooms adorned the floor, along with a smaller living room in case Inojin had guests over that didn’t wish to sit downstairs.

The moment Inojin closed the door behind his back, the telltale sound of running water, and the low, feminine hum of his mother singing, resounded from the room adjacent to his father’s study; the sound of the Yamanaka matriarch showering for who knew how long.

Removing his shoes by the doorway, before placing them up against the wall symmetrically, Inojin’s left hand clenched around the ornate box, his eyes all but glued to the doorway of the bathroom. For as long as he could remember, both to his immense embarrassment and slight amusement, Ino had had the habit of leaving the bathroom without a scrap of clothing. Whenever he had guests over, his mother had the decency to get dressed within the bathroom, though for whatever reason, when it was only his father or him, her toned, pale body would be put on full display.

Glancing down upon the box in his hands, Inojin’s thoughts lingered, the faintest silhouette of his mother parading through the house without a scrap of clothing persisting. Flinching back ever so slightly, the sound of a faucet being twisted and running water dissipating snapped his thoughts back to reality, a deep dusting of pink crossing his cheeks as his cyan eyes stared down upon the box in his hands.

As the subtle sound of a glass pane being drawn to the side echoed from within the bathroom, Inojin shifted the box around in his hands until, after what felt like a small eternity, the lid of the ornate wooden container slid open seamlessly. The sight that met his eyes made his platinum eyebrows furrow.

At first glance, it really was takeaway. From a dango shop, no less! Yet, as his eyes slid over the multicolored balls of dango, with a strangely thick white sauce lathered across them, Inojin eventually reached a true bomb of scent.

Mushed into the right-most corner of the box, a purple wad of cloth had been wedged, the same thick coating of white adorning the parts he could see, though the scent that wafted forth from the enclosed space between the dango and cloth was enough to leave him reeling.

Somewhere in the back of his head, the sound of his mother’s voice echoed, quickly followed by an audible slap through the walls, as well as one of her far too blissfully sweet moans. Gulping heavily, Inojin’s left hand held onto the container, securing its place in his palm, whilst his right moved up to prod the cloth in and off of itself. Already, the deep shade of purple made him think of one person, and one person alone.

With trembling fingers, Inojin’s hand moved past the rows of dango, fully aware that the sauce on top was not meant for him to enjoy; instead, heading straight for the garment wedged up into one of the corners. However, the moment his index finger poked into the side of the purple cloth, the door before his eyes slid open, a thick layer of steam floating out the moment it did.

Stepping out from the bathroom, Ino Yamanaka let out a sigh of relief, pulling the top of her towel flush against her chest before fastening it around her back. Even as she stepped out, the blanket of steam from behind had yet to dissipate, an encompassing warmth spreading through the room. However, when her steely eyes drifted over to his face, gaze flickering down to the box in his hands, Inojin’s face flushed.

Sauntering towards his frozen form, Inojin’s eyes strayed down, absorbing every single detail of Ino’s swaying hips barely hidden away beneath a thinly stretched towel. “What’s wrong, dear? What do you have-” The moment the Yamanaka matriarch stepped up beside him, her eyes, too, fell down to the contents of the box in his hands, serene voice breaking off a moment later.

The rows of dango within the box were of little consequence, though the coating used on top of them made her pause, if only just for a moment. However, mushed against one of the four corners of the box, a mere inch away from Inojin’s pale fingers, was something she couldn’t overlook.

Absentmindedly, Ino’s hands drifted down towards her back, one hand hiking up the back of her towel to give her tight, empty asshole a quick rub. So she had lost her top above a dango shop…

Shifting her gaze to Inojin’s face, the teen’s blushing cheeks more than told her what she needed to know. He, too, knew what their special sauce was, either by its distinctive smell, or from somewhere else.

Grasping onto the underside of the ornate wooden box, Ino allowed a pout to adorn her lips, taking the box away from Inojin before slowly closing the lid. Already, her eyebrows were furrowed together, her mind contemplating how on earth Naruto could have located and gathered her discarded, cum stained top from his busy, paper stacked office. Had he followed her?

Amidst her grumblings, Inojin’s eyes could remain calm no longer, openly taking in Ino’s form, his mother’s barely hidden form, the blush on his cheeks darkening the further down his eyes fell. A firm butt, well toned muscles along her legs, with a near irresistible bust swaying back and forth before his head.

His thoughts were promptly brought back to reality when a smooth arm draped itself around his shoulders, the very breasts he had dreamt of before a mere inch away from his face, whilst Ino herself seemed indigidant about the matter as a whole.

“You must be tired after your mission, dear! Why don’t you let mommy take care of you for now? The water is already warm, so you should have yourself a shower before doing anything else!” With an arm around his shoulders, Inojin’s legs were forced to move, even as Ino’s voice echoed through his head. When had his mother become so… strong?

With Inojin in tow, the trip back into the bathroom was quick, only a few paces away. Upon reaching the door however, Ino all but pushed her son inside, using her left hand to deftly lock the door behind their backs, leaving only her and a furiously blushing teenager inside.

Even after leaving the door open for a bit, the layer of steam originating from the shower had barely thinned, a wall of warmth crashing against Inojin’s face as he was forcibly made to enter. Glancing behind his back, Ino stood still, her back against the door itself, whilst the towel stretched around her bust had begun to loosen on its own. Snapping his gaze back a moment later, his pale hands hung by his sides.

‘What was he even supposed to do?’ he inwardly thought, glancing around the room for a moment more.

After what felt like a small eternity to him, a low sigh slipped through Ino’s lips, echoing through the room with the same intensity as a Great Fireball being blasted towards him. Behind his back, he could already hear the sound of her naked feet against the tiled floor.

“Inojin... “ Her voice was a mere inch away from his ear now, so dangerously close, yet somehow comforting. “You have to get undressed first, remember? Like this-”

With a startled yelp, Inojin’s back arched as the clips to his overalls were undone, the white garment being forcibly yanked down his pants, leaving only a purple turtleneck shirt as well as a pair of black briefs.

Leaving the overalls around her son’s ankles, Ino took the briefest moment to lean back on her heels, tracing her hands up along her son’s legs. Lean, growing muscles were hidden beneath, the faintest trace of a child remaining, despite the many years that had passed since such a term could be used. Inojin was nearing his eighteenth birthday, after all.

When her slender fingers came to rest around his hips, Inojin’s breathing hitched, two frantic eyes spinning around to stare into his mother’s gaze, mouth agape without a single word slipping out. On her knees behind his back, leaning back and forth on her heels alone, Ino Yamanaka had all but shed her towel, allowing the piece of fluff to slide down her toned upper body at will.

As Inojin’s eyes were locked onto the sight of his mother’s breasts, the towel seemingly slipped away, a sly smirk spreading across Ino’s lips as her body was revealed for her son’s viewing pleasure.

Thin shoulders leading down into deceptively strong arms, a flat stomach with a trace of hidden muscles, wide hips and creamy thighs… yet, no matter how much the artist in him screamed at him to capture the scene, Inojin’s cyan eyes were locked onto one place, and one place alone. Ino Yamanaka’s big, soft breasts, standing out without a shred of modesty or embarrassment, capped by two pink nipples that practically begged for his lips once again.

Feeling his legs buck from the sight aid bare before him, Inojin’s staggered back a step, wanting nothing more than to rush out of the bathroom; to rush away from his naked seductress of a mother. Even before his foot hit the floor once more, Ino pounced forth, springing up from her position on the floor, all the while hooking her hands within the hem of his purple shirt.

Rising up onto her feet with a speed his eyes could barely follow, his shirt was roughly tugged up, leaving his head before being tossed aside like his overalls had been before.

The heavy steam from his mother’s earlier shower still lingered, blocked inside the room due to the closed door, near instantly overpowering any and all desire to leave the warmth of the bathroom. As his mother stood up in front of his face, Inojin’s eyes were near instantly drawn to the jiggling breasts in front of his face, Ino’s nipples standing at attention a few inches away from his eyes.

Despite being older than when he first became a Genin, his mother still had almost a whole head on him, leaving Inojin’s face at the same height as her breasts. Gulping heavily where he stood, Inojin’s body finally came back to life, his hands instinctively flying down towards his groin in a vain attempt to cover up the strained briefs he wore.

With a face fully flushed, and a voice that couldn’t be trusted, Inojin was fully and truly left to his mother’s devices.

“Inojin~” All but purring from where she stood, Ino’s hands slid their way across his body, up along his pale stomach, toned chest, before easing their way up towards his shoulders. “Have a seat and let mommy take care of this, alright?”

Even though it was more of a forceful statement than a question, Inojin still felt the need to answer, nodding his head slowly before letting out a low groan. Without a moment’s hesitation, the hands atop his shoulders had pushed him backward, sending him careening through the air for a fraction of a second, before crashing up against the wall above the toilet, his rear dropping down onto the seat an instant later.

From his place on the toilet seat, Inojin’s cyan eyes were bright and wide, unwilling and unable to look away from his mother -- no, from the vixen -- in front of him. With swaying hips, Ino took a step forward, sauntering her way towards Inojin, cyan eyes fixated themselves atop his groin.

When she was but a step away from him, one hand on her hip with her legs spread far apart, Inojin’s eyes locked onto her own, and a single command left her lips. One he was far too unwilling to disobey.

“Take them off.”

It took but a moment for the order to register in his mind, yet, when it did, Inojin’s hips bucked up off of the toilet, not a shred of care left in him as he yanked the briefs down along his legs, leaving him fully naked before his mother’s inquisitive gaze.

The reaction he received was…. normal?

From her point of view, when Inojin had still worn his briefs, he had looked bigger. Now that her son was naked and perpetually aroused before her, Ino’s cyan eyes took on a look akin to pity. Her son was, by no means, the most well endowed man she had met, but, as she gingerly bit her bottom lip, Ino could already tell that this would leave her unfulfilled. A meager five inches in length, without any notable girth. Even then, her estimate of his size was generous.

‘His father is so much longer... ‘ she thought mirthfully, taking the final step to stand before Inojin’s rigid body, leaving her clean, hairless womanhood on full display for her son’s ravenous eyes. At the very least, he was as rigid as any other man that had laid eyes upon her naked form.

With her eyes firmly locked onto his, Ino Yamanaka, a matriarch and a mother, slowly slinked down onto her knees, cyan orbs interlinked whilst her palms, gentle and soft as they were, eased Inojin’s legs apart, revealing all that her son had to offer. Allowing her jaw to drop down, Ino’s gaze remained fixated on Inojin’s face as her head moved forth, tongue darting out to gingerly swipe the underside of her son’s throbbing erection.

As a mother, Ino herself would never denounce her son’s endowments. However, as a woman, a sexually active, perpetually aroused woman, the dick jutting out towards her face was rather lackluster. Rolling her tongue along the swollen head of Inojin’s penis, Ino herself arched her back, pressing her face flat against the underside of her son’s dick, her lips planting chaste kisses along the two unnaturally pale balls of her son.

From his place atop the toilet, the moment Ino’s tongue swiped across his sensitive head, Inojin’s eyes broke out of his mother’s mesmerizing gaze, rolling up into the back of his head as his hips near instinctively bucked up. Another swipe and a slow, teasing trail of kisses along his balls left him heaving for air, and, with a skill that far surpassed his years, Ino opened her mouth to swallow down both of his balls, easily popping the whole of his sack inside of her mouth in one, brief breath.

Even still, her eyes were locked onto his, all but demanding his gaze to return to hers. With no small amount of arousal induced struggle, Inojin forced his eyes to roll back down to stare at his mother’s face, an act that would forever come back to plague him on the lonely nights spent in bed, listening to his parents’ lovemaking on the other side of the wall.

The moment his eyes rolled down, to stare into Ino’s bright cyan orbs, face hidden beneath the bulk of his dick, Inojin’s hips bucked upward, the balls within his mother’s mouth slipping free with an audible pop. Without his consent, a stream of liquid burst forth from his cockhead, splashing out across Ino’s long platinum blonde hair, with a second gush dribbling out, giving Ino’s nose a small river of his cum.

With ragged breaths, Inojin’s mind returned from the orgasmic high that had been forced upon him, his small penis thumping from its place atop Ino’s head before losing its luster, slapping down atop his mother’s face to mingle with the cum he had shot forth.

Feeling the entirety of his body slump down against the toilet seat for a moment more, Inojin’s cyan eyes finally perked up, a deep crimson coloring adorning the entirety of his pale face as cyan orbs stared down upon the scene that had unfolded.

His mother, the clan head of the Yamanaka clan, was on her knees, legs spread wide, breasts jiggling in time with her beating heart, with a sly smirk playing across her lips. Scattered across her face, small globs of white were spread about, from the top of her hairline, to the brow of her nose, with a steady stream of clear liquid oozing forth from his flaccid, circumcised head. The sight in and off of itself left the soon-to-be eighteen year old mortified!

Opening and closing his mouth repeatedly, Inojin’s eyes could only widen as his mother made no move to remove his penis from her forehead. All she did was sit there and stare at him, a very knowing smile adorning her lips. It wasn’t until a full minute had passed, or what felt like an eternity to him, that Ino made her move.

With one fluid motion, Ino pulled her head back, sliding her tongue along the underside of Inojin’s dick until she arrived at its head, planting a quick, loving kiss there as more and more blood began to pump through the appendage.

All that he could do was sit back and watch; watch as his mother brought her fingers up to her forehead, watch as she scooped up his cum with a single finger, and watch with bewilderment as the very same fingers slipped inside of her mouth. With an audible purr and a wanton moan, Ino pulled her fingers back outside, scooping up a second helping of virgin sperm before propping her fingers back inside of her mouth.

“Quick, but tasty,” Ino muttered out a moment later, her right hand moving up to grasp around the base of her son’s dick. “Did you like cumming on mommy’s face, dear?”

Nodding his head frantically, Inojin rolled his head back, mouth agape as a long, outdrawn moan emanated from his lips. The sensation of having her hand around his dick far surpassed the feeling of his own hands.

“Now, here’s the deal, dear. Your father and I have a very… open relationship-” another pump of her hand, and a moan that spilled forth from his lips. “He’s often outside at work, and I am a very, very prolific woman.” Yet another pump, this one accompanied by a swipe of her tongue across his head. “However, daddy doesn’t know about this, nor is he aware of you running off with mommy’s dirty panties.”

With a shaky breath, Inojin’s eyes grew wide, the entirety of his body stiffening at the mere mention of his interests. Glancing down into Ino’s eyes, a very knowing smirk met his own eyes, along with yet another swipe of her tongue.

“I won’t tell if you don’t tell. In return, I suppose we could work something out? Maybe spend some more mother-son quality time together. Or perhaps you’d prefer mommy to be ready and willing when you come home from a long, hard mission?” Her voice was liquid sensuality, a hypnotic blend of seduction and motherly affection.

Removing her hand from his dick, Ino straightened out her posture, breasts jutting out in a manner that practically screamed for Inojin to take action himself. “What do you say, dear? Want to help mommy out?”

Another glance at his mother’s creamy breasts and plump lips was all the motivation the lust drunk teen would require. With a nod of his head, and a truly genuine smile from his mother, Ino dipped her head down once more, engulfing every single inch of Inojin’s cock in one smooth motion.

The teenager’s throaty moans spilled forth from the bathroom well into the evening.

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How things had ended up the way they had, he did not know. Whether or not he cared anymore was a different question altogether. All but stumbling through the doorway leading into the downstairs bathroom, Inojin Yamanaka’s eyes were barely open, a night of restlessness and lackluster sleep causing all of his thoughts to linger on one single image. An image his body would scarcely forget, despite the days that had passed since then.

A full week had passed since he unknowingly picked up a wooden dango box, and ever since that first day, his mother had gone on with her daily life, either unaware, or uncaring about the predicament he had found himself in. Ever since that day, every single night and every lingering dream had been plagued by the image of her, his every thought at home dedicated to images and dreams about her. Even his art, the drawings and paintings he would make on his spare time, were dedicated solely to that event.

Shedding his purple shirt and black briefs, the young Yamanaka fully stripped down, tossing the clothes in a nearby laundry hamper for later. Even as his feet trudged towards the large multi-person shower of their first floor bathroom, the thought of a nice, warm shower occupied his mind, every single step amplifying that desire tenfold.

Why his parents had decided to get such a large, spacious shower, he did not know. Having more room to maneuver was fine, being able to stretch out his sore muscles was alright, but even if he were to lay down on the floor and stretch out fully, there was still an abundance of space between the glass panes and him.

Pulling one of the glass panes to the side, Inojin’s left hand shot down towards the water knob, twisting it to the side as a spray of warm, steamy water rained down from the faucet above.

Letting out a low hiss as the scalding hot water crashed down against his pale back, Inojin’s hands flew up, forming a cup to gather a handful of water, before splashing it against his face to clear away the sleep deprivation.

Standing still, with his face against the white tiled wall of the shower, Inojin’s mind began to wander, near instantly zeroing in on the source of his deprivation.

The previous day, his father had come home from work early, going so far as to have lunch and dinner with both his mother and him. An event that had become quite unusual with the various investigations that had arisen in recent months. From the moment Inojin headed off to team training, to the moment he returned, his father had been at home, either cooped up in his office, or lounging about in the living room.

For a moment, Inojin himself had managed to forget what had happened; to forget the salacious sight of Ino Yamanaka, buck naked with her cyan eyes locked onto his. However, that had all burst in flames when the evening came…

Gritting his teeth with a mixture of annoyance and arousal, Inojin raised both hands, placing his palms against the tiled wall in an attempt to halt himself from reacting. The moment he had gone to his room to paint, Ino had wandered her way into Sai’s office, a snack in hand, with a cup of tea in her other. However, from his room upstairs, Inojin’s ears had perked up, the scream of pure, uninhibited pleasure reverberating through the floor; his mother’s orgasmic scream from being bent over his father’s desk.

Beneath the spray of the shower, his body reacted, the imagery of his parents, in an office, roughly fucking while he himself was still awake, was more than enough to draw a reaction out of him. Already, his cock stood at attention, painfully hard and aching for his hands to wrap themselves around it. But, through sheer force of will alone, Inojin’s hands remained where they were, palms against the wall as his mind wandered further.

With his brush flying across the canvas of his painting, two figures had begun to form, a womanly figure, bent over, with a much shorter figure behind her, the colors of their skin disproportionate, yet somehow fitting. It wasn’t until his mother’s rampant screams and moans had ended that Inojin caught himself, staring into the painting of himself in his father’s place, bending Ino Yamanaka over a desk while aiming his penis straight for her entrance.

Biting his bottom lip, Inojin’s mind ground to a halt, his sole focus lingering on the throbbing erection that poked forth from his groin. With no small amount of shame, for submitting to his own rampant desires, Inojin turned his head where he stood, glancing over to the laundry hamper where he knew his mother’s panties were; the very same ones he had relied on all throughout the week whilst she had held back, only giving him teasing glimpses of what he knew he shouldn’t crave.

Letting out a dejected sigh, Inojin’s shoulders slumped, his feet already preparing to leave the warm spray of the shower to execute his own resolve. However, upon taking a single step, turning his body around, a soft, squishy feeling mashed up against his chest, near instantly snapping him out of his trance.

Snapping his eyes wide open, two arms moved up to wrap themselves around his neck, a pair of large, creamy breasts rushing towards his face, and before he himself could prevent it, Inojin found himself with his nose buried in Ino’s bosom.

With his hands on either side of his body, fingers twitching uncontrollably, the teen could only stand still, taking in the reality that had been pushed into his face. His mother had apparently awoken, slipping into the shower in the morning, only to see him there. Letting out a low groan, Inojin tried to wrest control of his head, pulling back an inch to heave in a breath of air, only to once more find himself suffocating in softness.

“Good morning, Inojin~” Ino sang out, a light chime and a strangely mirthful chuckle resonating throughout her chest. “Did you have a good night’s sleep yesterday, listening to your father and I?” Even with his face pressed into his mother’s breasts, the smirk on her lips was obvious. A sly, seductive smirk that would draw him in once more.

Hanging on like that for a full minute, it wasn’t until Inojin brought his hands up to gently tap at Ino’s hips that the matriarch released her grip on him, allowing Inojin to stand up straight once more, eyes glued to the soft swell of his mother’s bust. Between the two of them, there was hardly an inch of space; her body so pressed up against his that the tip of his dick brushed up against something far softer for every sway it made.

Nodding his head with a faint blush already forming, Inojin softly bit his bottom lip in an attempt to stave of his own arousal; a task far too rough for any teen to complete.

Walking past her son in the shower with a sway to her hips, Ino spun around on her heels, back pressing up against one of the shower walls to take in the flustered mess that was her son.

With a wide smile playing across her lips, and her hands up by the sides of her taut stomach, Ino Yamanaka’s eyes were locked onto the cyan orbs of her son, taking in every single inch of Inojin’s body where he stood.

A lean body so akin to his father, with the faintest sign of muscles forming along his arms. Pale skin akin to his father, but with her eyes and her hair. From where she stood, back pressed against the wall, a faint spray of water splashing against her left thigh, Ino allowed her hands to droop down, rubbing intricate circles and shapes down her abs, all the while forcing Inojin’s eyes to remain on her nethers.

Spreading her legs as far as she could comfortably do, a soft moan spilled forth from her lips, the bounty of her nocturnal activities making itself known to the innocent teenager staring at her pussy.

From deep within her vaginal walls, a steady stream of cum oozed forth, trickling out from between her folds, only to slosh down onto the tiled shower floor. Her husband had been so thorough. exploring every single inch of her form with his brushes, all the while easing his girthy cock deeper inside of her greedy snatch. A thrust of his hips had her bucking, a slap against her breasts had her mewling, and receiving his load more than made up for the week that had passed since their last proper lovemaking.

The fact that she knew that Inojin would be awake, listening to the sounds of their feral rutting, while using her panties to get off, only made the ordeal sweeter.

Shifting a hand down to her groin, Ino’s cyan orbs locked themselves onto her son’s face, the twitching of his eyebrows, accompanied by a different twitching altogether, had her nearing the edge already. All she could do was tease him further, pushing her son towards the brink, until…

Letting out a heavy sigh, the blush on Inojin’s face deepened, his eyes shut and eyebrows tightly knit together in a vain attempt to regain his bearings. Yet, the moment his eyes closed, Ino’s orbs lit up, a devious smirk adorning her lips.

Without so much as a moment’s hesitation, her mouth fell agape, a loud, obnoxiously sweet moan spilling forth. Her fingers, nimble and dexterous as they were, had found their way down to the little nub above her slit; rotating slowly before giving her clit a rough pinch.

From the moment her moans spilled forth, Inojin’s eyebrows knit together tighter and tighter, his dick, with all of its hardness, begged for him to give in, to walk up and fuck the woman before him, mother or not. And, as his mind was once more engulfed by the image of her, on her knees, the last string of resolve faded away.

“Alright!” He yelled out, a deep annoyance lingering in his voice, even as he opened his eyes to stare into his mother’s sly eyes. The sheer satisfaction on her features was almost suffocating, in a way.

“Alright, what, dear?” Ino continued on, blatantly ignoring the growing hunger in her only son’s eyes as her fingers continued their trek around her clit. “Was there something on your mind?”

Gritting his teeth, Inojin’s mind went blank, his thoughts fading away until all that remained was the voice within his mind, a deep, soothing voice that egged him on, despite his own attempt to resist its vile temptations. Grasping onto the base of his cock, Inojin marched forth, stomping over to where Ino stood with a mixture of determination and defeat.

He had lost, but also won. That was what the voice within his head told him.

Even before he himself reached her, his mother had ceased her teasing, instead opting to lower herself onto her knees once more; mouth hovering mere inches away from his groin. Opening her mouth wide from where she sat, Ino’s cyan orbs slid up along his body, locking onto his matching eyes, before giving him a wink; a quick, meaningful wink.

Once again, a devouring warmth enveloped his dick in seconds, the sight of his mother’s nose nuzzling his pubic bone more than made up for the week he had been forced to suffer through.

Yet again, the encompassing moans of a teenage boy reverberated through the Yamanaka residence, and with it, a thick layer of steam seeped forth from the open bathroom door, leaking into the living room itself, where a tall, pale and dark haired male gently drank down a cup of green tea.

Placing the cup down on the coffee table between their couch and the TV, Sai nodded his head, once again picking up the brush he had put aside.

The new family portrait would surely be his greatest piece yet...
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