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The Affair	By : FieldDranzer Category: Naruto > General Views: 25006 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: This story was originally meant to be a trade, as in, a story for a story, but alas, that was eventually called off due to the other party being too busy. That being said, the idea was enjoyable enough for me to want to write it anyway. Which brings us to what I should probably add here; all characters involved in this story are of a legal age and there was an ounce of consent involved. That being said, I didn't find a tag for a woman/futanari that is unfaithful towards their wife, so it's sort of a cuckqueen-esque scenario. I think.
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The Affair

Years after the final battle versus Kaguya Otsutsuki, an era of peace has settled down upon the Elemental Nations as a whole. During the time spent nursing their wounds and rallying beneath the various Kage of the villages, a bond had arisen, one that would forever be unmatched when compared to those that had withered away during the passing of time. However, even as the peaceful times raged on, one household would forever be plagued with unrest.

Night had fallen upon the village hidden in the Leaf and, as the bright moonlight above filtered through the thin drapes covering her window, Sarada Uchiha let out a dejected sigh. Two hours and counting; that was the time that her mother’s screams had echoed throughout the Uchiha household. Rolling around atop her bed, sheets thrown far away in the midst of her annoyance, the young Uchiha heiress pinched her eyes shut, trying to force the grasp of slumber to tighten its hold around her brain, but alas, as a heavy thud reverberated through the thin wall separating her and her parents’ room, a pair of onyx eyes stared up into the roof.

Laying awake atop her spacious bed with nary a scrap of clothing adorning her frame, a twenty-two year old Sarada Uchiha could only lament her misfortune, knowing full well that when her mother, Sakura, had put her claws into her partner, there was naught more to be done than to pray for her body to give out. However, what kept the young Uchiha awake was not the thought of her mother writhing atop her bed, but rather, her other mother’s body slamming against the pink haired woman’s groin.

Stifling a low groan as the screams from the other side of the wall tapered off, if only for a moment, Sarada’s eyes were screwed shut once more, though this time, her fingers roamed across the curves of her body. Satsuki Uchiha, the proud, indomitable matriarch of the Uchiha Clan, as well as Sarada’s second mother; although, what put the matriarch apart from any other maiden, was what Sarada knew rested between her legs. A long, juicy cock; much larger than any other she had ever seen, longer than those of her peers, with a mouthwatering thickness that could put any Akimichi to shame.

Her second mother, the most enigmatic woman in the village, was endowed with more than any other female. A futanari, she had been told it was called, though a simple label would never do her mother any justice.

Three years prior, Sarada Uchiha had done the impossible. She had cornered her mother, pursuing her to join her daughter for a shower, and in so doing, she had successfully seduced the indomitable head of the Uchiha Clan. That very same day, as her body had been pressed up against the glass pane of their sizable shower, Sarada had sworn upon herself that, unlike her peers, there was no need to find herself a boyfriend.

Shuddering where she lay, one hand placed atop her ample bosom, with another hand traveling downwards, Sarada’s mind flickered, the memories rushing back for the hundredth time that week alone. Her mother had ravaged her as she now did with Sakura, claiming her formerly virgin pussy for her own, reshaping the tightness of her anal opening until the young Uchiha could barely walk, before repeating the process time and time again, subduing any and all desire to overthrow her matriarch. And yet, as she lay atop their bathroom floor, eyes fully pressed into the back of her head, Sarada herself could not have been happier.

Feeling a sharp twinge of pleasure dart up her spine, Sarada Uchiha snapped her eyes wide open, staring down towards her groin, to where her fingers were pressed against her slit. Yet, when at last her eyes were open, the sight that met her eyes, the figure that drew her gaze up towards her doorway, was not at all the sight that anyone’s daughter should rightfully wish for.

Standing within the doorway to her room, naked as she was with a layer of sweat glistening across her figure, she awaited her daughter’s notice. The cries of pleasure and the wanton screams of a back alley whore had died down, and, as Sarada fumbled around with the bed sheets atop her legs, frantically trying to find even a scrap of clothing to cover herself with, her mother simply stood there, feminine figure and masculine might put on full display for her daughter to see.

“B-but… mother is-” trailing off without so much as a full sentence being formed, Sarada forced her voice into a hushed whisper, eyes frantically searching for a place to settle down; anywhere but upon her mother’s groin would do.

The only reply she received came in the form of Satsuki rolling her eyes, arms crossed beneath her bust even as she took a step forward, acting as a sabercat on the prowl, slowly, quietly approaching the bed where her daughter lay naked. “Sakura is out.” She muttered out, a deep, sensual whisper meant only for her daughter to hear. “I’m not yet satisfied. Kneel.”

The command was brisk and sharp, aimed directly upon the subservient side she had personally found within her daughter’s body. Almost as soon as the word had left her lips, Sarada bolted upright, stumbling with her duvet around her legs, but still managing to make her way to the floor without causing too much of a sound.

All but crawling forward, on her hands and knees with a near crazed, fanatical sheen in her onyx eyes, Sarada gazed upward, staring upon the body that only Sakura Haruno had previously seen.

Slim and fit were the words best used to describe her mother’s frame, though beautiful would be somewhat close as well. A lithe frame that could deceive anyone into believing that the woman before them held no power made up Satsuki’s body. Small shoulders, perfectly spotless arms with an athletic sway that bucked down along her sides. To call her mother’s form curvaceous would be incorrect, but even still, as Sarada’s eyes landed upon her mother’s groin, her own hairless slit could not have made her arousal clearer.

Thick, womanly thighs encompassed her mother’s groin, with a fragrant vagina hidden between her legs. Yet, what any who saw her mother like this would know, the greatest feature beneath Satsuki’s length was not found within her snatch. Dangling down from atop her groin, a long, thick cock swung back and forth, a clear sheen covering the entirety of her length whilst a steady trickle of thick white liquid oozed down from her tip onto the carpeted floor of Sarada’s room.

Once upon a time, when the two had been alone, Sarada had been so bold as to ask about her mother’s length, though the means that had been used to measure were far too vague to even consider. She had been forcibly stuffed, her mother’s cock stretching her pussy to its limits, before depositing a healthy dosage of fertile futa seed directly inside of her young womb. It had been long enough to fill your cunt, as her mother deemed it, but as the young Uchiha gazed upon it now, that measurement made a bit more sense. A foot in length? Perhaps more, perhaps less, but when her mother stripped, any such thought would leave her head.

Taking a moment more to adore her mother’s frame, the second difference between Satsuki Uchiha and any man was made clear within mere moments. Where a pair of balls would usually hang, her mother had none. All that existed was an unusually long shaft with a hairless, underused pussy below. Although, as Sarada pressed herself closer to her mother’s groin, the lack of any such orbs were much appreciated.

As far as her mother was concerned, Sarada would remain calm, preferring her role as her mother’s second lover rather than being her arousal crazed daughter. Leaning her head back until her lips were pressed up against the tip of her mother’s dick, Sarada closed her eyes, inhaling her mother’s musk before, with a practiced motion, her jaw grew slack, pink lips falling agape to welcome the very same cock that had so recently been inside of her other mother’s snatch.

Three years, their little affair had gone on. Three long years of being her mother’s secret lover, doing everything from evening blowjobs to riding her mother whilst Sakura was asleep no more than a few inches to their right, all the while keeping their little affair a secret from Satsuki’s wife. Whenever Sarada would head out for a rendezvous with her friends, Satsuki would play with Sakura, awaiting her daughter’s return with an unconscious, cum leaking woman no more than an inch beside the two. Were the risks worth it? As Sarada tipped her head back and welcomed another few inches of Satsuki’s cock down her throat, the young Uchiha would certainly say so!

Staring further up along her mother’s body, looking into her mismatched eyes from her place on the floor, Sarada’s gaze lingered upon her mother’s bust for the briefest of moments, eyebrows furrowing from silent admiration and annoyance. Satsuki Uchiha’s body truly was the epitome of athletic marvel, so much so that, as their affair had begun, Sarada had snuck a peak at what would surely be her future as well. A pair of small, unbelievably firm breasts were placed upon Satsuki’s chest, a meager handful for most people, but certainly a size bigger than Sakura’s assets.

Sarada herself, as another inch was pleasantly devoured by her throat, barely surpassed her mother’s size, being a tiny bit smaller than Satsuki in that department as well. However, as both of her mothers were blessed, she, too, possessed an asset that would make many a woman jealous. An ass whose firmness could allow her to bounce a coin off of it on a good day, while still being thick enough to draw in the gazes of many men, no matter where they went. A few too many for her own liking, but, as she had quickly discovered, the woman whose cock she slowly devoured would favor a quick romp in a woman’s rump over dumping her seed in their womb.

Even as she pressed her head further up, her mother’s expression shifted, the patient, motherly look of affection she had had before dispersing, being overtaken by something far more primal; something Sarada herself had rarely had the chance to see. With over half of her mother’s cock pressed down her throat, a hand fell down upon her head, grasping a handful of her hair before tugging it upward, forcibly stuffing another quarter of her womanly dick down Sarada’s throat, so much so that the young woman audibly retched around the protruding member.

Already, tears had begun to form in her eyes, a visible bulge snaking its way down her throat from where Satsuki’s cock stretched it out, but even then, Sarada persevered. Her mother would rarely take the initiative during their nightly romps, leaving the actions up to her daughter instead. Whether it was due to her confidence in Sarada’s abilities, or the desire to not move due to Sakura’s best efforts, Sarada could not tell, at least, not until her mother’s next extended stay in the hospital. The last time she had failed to impress, Sarada had been bound down, legs forcibly spread apart whilst her mother did with her holes as she pleased. Which, of course, involved the young Uchiha attending a D-ranked mission with a generous dosage of futanari cum sloshing around inside of her womb.

As Satsuki’s hips receded, and the cock within her throat eased out, Sarada’s lips twisted into a smirk; a strange with when one’s mouth was full of cock. How she had not become pregnant yet was nothing short of a miracle. For as she had been told, time and time again, her mother was, undoubtedly, one of the most fertile women in the Leaf. That, of course, also extended to the loads she could deposit.

Shuddering as Satsuki Uchiha’s cock fully slipped out of her lips, Sarada let out a low gasp, heaving for air as drool freely ran down her chin. Dropping her hands down upon her thighs, Sarada was about to rise up to her feet to bend over on her bed, at least, that was the plan until a scalding heat splattered across her youthful face. Snapping her eyes wide awake at the mere notion, the young Uchiha was forced to shut them soon thereafter as, the sight that met her eyes was nothing if not a warning.

Another scalding eruption splattered across her features, spraying across her dark hair, before another followed suit, coating the entirety of her face in a manner of seconds before aiming it elsewhere.

From where she sat with her eyes closed, the very image of her mother’s cock, aimed directly towards her face, with a spray of cum on the way, more than made up for the lack of vision she was granted. Wet slaps could be heard throughout her room; the sound of Satsuki’s cock being stroked, vigorous pumps sending gush upon gush of rich futa cum across Sarada’s face, but alas, when another scorching hot spray splattered across her chest, the young Uchiha could do nothing more than moan her appreciation.

Somewhere amidst the pleasure of being coated, a sixth spray crashed against her stomach, with a seventh jet following behind, although, right as Sarada’s hopes were heightened, right as the thought of her pussy being coated entered her mind, her moaning mouth was forcibly stuffed once more, the upper half of her mother’s cock being rapidly thrust down her throat, a final spray of fertile futa seed making its way down Sarada’s throat; a load directly delivered into her gullet.

It wasn’t until a solid minute had passed, until her mother’s orgasm had finally died down, that a low sigh escaped Satsuki’s lips. Whether it was against her will or not, the Uchiha matriarch pulled her hips back, noncommittally pushing her daughter down onto her back, onto the floor with a healthy coating of cum splattered haphazardly across her athletic build.

“You have a mission tomorrow, no? Get to bed before it’s too late,” Satsuki muttered out, sauntering towards the door to Sarada’s room without so much as a look back, at least, not until Sarada herself had managed to wipe the cum out of her eyes.

Turning around in the doorway, staring down upon her daughter with one purple and one onyx eye, Satsuki Uchiha’s face was adorned by a simple smile, not at all unlike the one Sakura would adorn when they spoke about their day; before her parents started having sex.

“Everything good in me, is passed on to you,” Satsuki admitted, a low, comforting voice that no one ever heard, but as she lay on the floor, covered in her mother’s warm cum, Sarada could hardly help but latch on. Did her mother truly- “Now, go get a shower. You look like a cheap whore in Kumo.”

With that little line, a low snicker resounded from her mother’s lips, leaving a dumbfounded, albeit aroused Sarada Uchiha to her own devices.

Letting out a low, gurgling sigh, Sarada could only lament her hesitant nature. If only she had seduced her mother earlier… although, as soon as that thought had crossed her mind, a startled moan resounded through the paper thin walls as Satsuki had returned to her bedroom, undoubtedly starting yet another round with Sakura which had, in turn, awoken the pink haired woman from her orgasmic unconsciousness…

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Clasping her hands down onto her knees, Sarada Uchiha stared ahead, eyes wide as a ragged breath wheezed forth from her lips. That day, her team had decided to split up. Boruto was training with Konohamaru, Mitsuki was visiting his parent, and just about everyone else had gone off to hone their own clan techniques. Off in the distance, an occasional rumble could be felt, though not at all strong enough to warrant worry.

That, however, had left the young Uchiha on her own without so much as a friend to spend the day with. Although, whether it was from seeing her daughter’s plight, or from her own boredom, Satsuki had invited her out to join one of her sparring sessions, which was what left her where she were, clad in her usual red combat dress, with a pair of black shorts that had never before inconvenienced her. Until now, that was.

Within Konoha’s archives and libraries, there were no recorded events from the war that had been, nor was there any mention about the shinobi that passed away or the ones that survived, except for the briefest mention of their strength.

Her mother was very much that type of case, without any apparent information available, save for the barest minimum to still be a registered kunoichi of Konoha. Within the first hour of their sparring session, Sarada was beaten, bruised and not the least bit sore. Her mother never truly held back in terms of tactics, though she did pull her punches enough not to utterly annihilate her daughter.

“That’s it for now. Take a little break to catch your breath,” Satsuki mouthed off, wandering over to a nearby tree in training ground six. “Your fundamentals need some work. Your taijutsu is easily predicted, and don’t even get me started on your jutsu application…” Settling down with her back against the thick stump of an oak, Satsuki’s mismatched eyes arose to meet Sarada’s own gaze.

All around them, small cracks and craters had sprung up, either from a burst of speed put on by the Uchiha matriarch, or from Sarada releasing an ounce of her other mother’s strength. If one had asked, the simple reply would have been that two Jonin had fought there. However, whenever the shadow of the village was present, questions were rarely ever asked.

Rolling over until her back was pressed against a patch of grass, Sarada allowed her eyes to flutter closed, another heavy wheeze pressing forth from her lips. Only an hour in and her body threatened to give out. How long had her mother pressed on to grow as strong as she was? Could it even be measured as strength when sparring with a Chunin?

With a shake of her head, Sarada banished that very thought from her mind, unable to so much as fathom an answer.

Instead, her thoughts drifted elsewhere, fluttering back to the lingering thought of her teammates. Over the course of the years, many things still remained the same as when they battled the sixth Hokage for the right to be Genin, and yet, almost the same number of things had sprung up as differences. Mitsuki may very well have been the one to change the most, growing in both size and stature while mastering what had been passed on to him from his parent.

‘Dragon Sage Mode…’ Sarada thought to herself, a faint smile crossing her lips. The first time it had been revealed to them had left her unable to think, let alone react to the whirling might that surrounded her pale skinned friend.

Although, even as her thoughts lingered upon Mitsuki’s improvements, Sarada couldn’t help but feel her mind flicker elsewhere, landing upon the blonde haired enigma of their generation. By that point in time, not only had they been together, but Boruto and Sumire had been established as a solid couple within their age group, having both moved in together and even started talking about what came beyond that. At least, as far as Sarada was aware.

Scrunching up her eyes at that thought, the raven haired Uchiha couldn’t help but grimace, knowing full well that she could have been in Sumire’s place, though whether she wanted to admit it or not, she had lost the subtle battle for his affection. However, as her mind drifted between Sumire’s athletic charm and Boruto’s lineage, the young Uchiha’s mind landed elsewhere, reaching the place responsible for her lack of romantic interests.

Allowing her eyes to flutter open, Sarada Uchiha looked straight ahead, taking in the form of her mother, back pressed up against a tree, one knee raised with her other leg down on the ground. Although, more so than her mother’s posture, what was hidden beneath her clothes interested her more than what those clothes looked like.

For as long as she could remember, whenever her mother had gone out to wander the world, she had always worn the same style of clothes. Black shinobi slacks and a dimly colored purple shirt, stylized with a faint pink vest wrapped around her shirt. Feeling her eyes glide up along the hidden curves beneath her clothing, Sarada’s lips formed into a pout, a single annoyance about her mother’s clothing coming to mind. They truly did make her seem like a man, no curves on display, without so much as a feminine hint available, save for her face.

“Are you done?” Snapping her gaze back to reality, Sarada felt her cheeks grow flushed, the soreness of her limbs keeping her in place on the ground. Before her, Satsuki Uchiha’s mismatched eyes were fastened upon her lithe frame, staring through her more so than anything.

Before she so much as managed to reply, the Uchiha matriarch arose, practically gliding up onto her feet in one fluid motion, leaving little to be observed from a flustered onlooker. Keeping her eyes locked onto her mother’s form however, the young Uchiha heiress could vaguely make out a smile on her lips, but, before her eyes could confirm this fact, Satsuki’s back was turned towards her.

“Endurance is as important as technique for a kunoichi. If you can’t keep up, you’ll be punished,” Reaching one arm around to her opposite shoulder, Satsuki turned her head to the side, sending a predatory grin in her daughter’s direction before going on. “One less piece of clothing per failure, now go!”

“Yes, mama!” Sarada could only bite out, hurriedly scrambling to her feet with a gusto not unlike a fledgling Genin trying to impress their sensei. She would leave the training ground that day, fully clothed at that.

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Receiving yet another quick palm against her sternum, Sarada Uchiha was sent tumbling, spinning along the ground for the briefest moment before at last, her limbs refused to rise. How long she had withheld her mother’s training, she could not know, but as their sparring sessions had gone on, and as she had failed to hold back her mother’s attacks, the warm summer breeze floating through Konoha had started cooling her off.

Letting out an audible groan for what had to have been the fiftieth time that day, Sarada rolled her head around atop the grass plains, forcing her arms to press down against the ground, but alas, as her limbs refused to obey, the young Uchiha heiress was left defeated, on her stomach atop the grassy plains of one of Konoha’s many training grounds, albeit a lot deeper into the forest than where she had originally started out.

When her mother had spoken about endurance and technique, there was no doubt in her mind that she had made mention of Sarada’s efforts in both areas, having dismantled her taijutsu style in mere minutes, while focusing the rest of their time on slowly building her up. And stripping her down.

“That’s unfair, mama!” Sarada all but yelled out, stumbling back a few steps from yet another one of her mother’s dirty tricks.

An hour had easily passed since her mother suggested their new condition, and so far, Sarada had been on the losing end. Left in naught more than a matching set of pink underwear, the young Uchiha held her arms over her chest and groin for a majority of the match, looking more likely to run and hide than to fight back. Now though, after yet another kick placed squarely against her stomach, another piece would have to go.

Muttering beneath her breath, Sarada’s eyes zeroed in on her mother, taking in the only thing she had made her discard; the cloak she wore at almost all times. It lay beside her considerable pile of clothing, and with a precise movement that took far more than she wanted it to do, Sarada Uchiha unhooked her bra, tossing it aside to free her small breasts from their tight confines.

“You have one more round before you take the loser’s punishment,” Satsuki spoke up, giving her daughter the constant reminder about what would come if she were to be stripped down naked; though, she never did say what said punishment would be.

Taking a moment to gather her thoughts, and to steady her breathing, Sarada lowered her thighs, adjusting her stance to be far more defensive; a strange sight considering the only piece of cloth on her body consisted of a lacy pink thong. Her mother was fast when she wanted to be, and even while holding back, she had only managed to get one point. A brief glance towards her pile of clothes would prove how many points her mother had acquired.

By the time her eyes returned to the scene before her however, her mother was gone, not a trace remaining. Spinning around on her heels, Sarada brought both arms up to guard, a timely palm thrust rushing towards her sternum right in time. The one thing that could be said was that, after so very many rounds, her eyes had adjusted somewhat…

… or so she believed, until a pair of arms grabbed onto hers, yanking her arms out of their guard into a strict lockdown behind her back.

‘Shadow Clone Jutsu!’ Gritting her teeth at her own folly, Sarada pushed down with her legs, an ounce of her growing strength propelling her upward, kicking up so much so that her mother’s clone was pushed back a few inches.

Although, the moment her body was suspended in the air, legs spread wide for a fraction of a second, Sarada’s eyes grew wide, for the clone behind her did not disperse at all. Instead, the Satsuki before her let out a devious grin, moving her right arm downward until a mighty slap resounded through the area of the forest.

Letting out a cry of surprise, Sarada’s body went limp, a wet spot forming between her legs as her mother’s hand slapped down upon her wettening pussy. Her guard had been up for a moment, but whether it was her other mother’s genes or her own embarrassment, the moment she had tried to break free, her attention had wavered.

“That’s my point,” Satsuki chuckled mirthfully, releasing the clone that held her daughter in place, only for Sarada herself to fall flat on her ass. “Take the thong off and walk over to the tree by my cloak.”

Releasing a low whine from her place on the grassy floor, Sarada cast a single glance around, knowing full well that they had long since moved into the very depths of the forested region within the training ground. Her mother had made sure that they would be undisturbed, but was it truly for that reason?

Slumping down on the grassy plains, Sarada nonetheless obeyed, the arousal seeping free from her teenage pussy more than making up for the embarrassment she would have otherwise felt. Pulling her thong down along her legs, Sarada Uchiha was, at last, naked. Flicking her thong over her shoulder, the young Uchiha let it join the rest of her pile, rolling over onto her knees to rise up from the grass.

The word humiliating came to mind, though, as the arose onto her feet for who knew how many times that day, Sarada could only grit her teeth, keeping her legs closed with an arm perpetually wrapped around her chest.

Her mother had already stepped up beside the tree she wanted her daughter to pose by, arms folded across her bust with her eyes closed tight. Yes, her mother had seen her naked before, and yes, the two of them were close, but even as she walked forward, Sarada’s gaze continued to flicker around the clearing, looking through the myriad of trees behind her, as well as sending a glance beyond the waterfall to their left.

Absentmindedly, Sarada rubbed her thighs together, eyes roaming over to where her mother stood, zeroing in near immediately upon the black slacks her mother wore. Whether it was a coincidence or not, with her endowments, Satsuki Uchiha’s attire was designed in a way to hide any and all femininity, so much so that, even though she possessed a cock greater than any other man Sarada had seen, she could hardly make out a dent in her pants.

“Hurry up, before Sakura comes looking~” Satsuki mouthed out, a faint smirk adorning her lips as her eyes reopened, staring down upon her approaching daughter’s naked form.

No more than a second after her mother had opened her mouth, Sarada was by her side, legs shut tightly together with both arms draped across her breasts, looking every ounce as innocent as her other mother believed her to be. Without so much as another glance behind her back, Sarada shuffled where she stood, placing the palms of her hands against the rough bark of the oak tree before her, all the while arching her back ever so slightly until her perky rump was put on display.

“What now, m-mama?” She muttered out, averting her mother’s inquisitive stare while biting her bottom lip. Already, her teenage pussy wept from arousal…

“Close your eyes and lean over more.” Was the only reply she received, and upon doing so, what little she could see of her mother disappeared in a dash of darkness. Whether or not she moved was an even greater question-

Smack!

Flinching where she stood, Sarada’s mouth fell agape, a low whine resounding through her lips as her legs wobbled in place. A hand had streaked its way across her rump, slamming down with enough force to break her posture in its entirety, but more so than anything else, it stung!

Smack!

Another slap, this one aimed for her other cheek, but even so, the stinging rush of pain that shot up her spine was even greater than the one before, wretching yet another whimpering mewl free from the teen’s lips.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Three in rapid succession, with the final one aimed directly against her dripping pussy, causing Sarada’s back to straighten, the sheer pain of that single slap causing her to jump a foot into the air.

Catching herself as her feet stumbled around atop the grassy plains once more, Sarada returned to her former posture, back arched, palms placed firmly against the bark of the tree, whilst her legs were spread as wide as she could. Of course her mother would aim for the place she herself was the most sensitive.

Although, even as she stood there, posture broken, legs wobbling and pussy weeping from her own arousal, not another slap made its way through the air. She was exposed, completely naked, in public no less! And yet, even knowing all that, her mother wanted her spanked. Why? What would a spanking help? Why couldn’t they just-

A sharp sting of pain coursed up her spine as, even in the midst of her thoughts as she were, a broad, blunt object pressed itself up against her backdoor, more and more pressure being applied, and, as Sarada’s eyes instinctively snapped open, the pressure put against her rosebud melted away into something else entirely. The head of her mother’s cock had slipped inside of her formerly virgin asshole, stretching it wide around the girth of her head, while continuously applying more and more force, easing inch after inch of monstrous futanari cock inside of her unused hole.

“M-mama! P-please don’t! I’m- aagh- not prepa- oh my god!” Quivering on the verge of tears as her pleas fell on deaf ears, Sarada Uchiha’s body shook, pussy aching for attention, whilst her ass greedily swallowed inch after inch of her matriarch’s cock.

Letting out a grunt where she stood, Satsuki’s eyes narrowed, both hands falling down to grasp around her daughter’s slender waist as yet another inch of her cock eased inside. No more than a few weeks after marrying Sakura, that very tightness she sought was long gone, but alas, as another inch of her cock was forced past her daughter’s sphincter, a moan finally slipped free from her thin lips.

Practically able to feel the seconds tick by, Sarada Uchiha could hardly move, her thighs quivering beneath her mother’s attentive punishment, although, as her breath hitched in her throat, a gush of juices sprayed forth from her eager pussy. For every painfully thick inch of cock that slid inside of her ass, another wave of bliss came crashing through her mind, causing her eyes to slowly but surely ascend into the back of her head.

At last, after what felt like a year of nothing but pain and pleasure, the pressure forcing her backdoor to spread came to a halt. Lolling her head down as beads of sweat fell down to the grassy plain below, Sarada’s chest rose and fell, a raspy breath wheezing through her lungs. She did it… she had taken all of her mother-

No more than a second after that thought had crossed her mind, the cock within her ass withdrew, sliding out as easily as ever until only the very tip of her mother’s dick remained inside of her puckered asshole. Before she herself realized, before her voice could return to her, before a single word of warning could slip past her mother’s lips, Satsuki’s hips surged forth, the very same cock she had already taken sliding deeper than ever, forcibly stretching Sarada out until her pussy gushed once more.

A second later, the act was repeated; Satsuki Uchiha pulled her hips back, the cock within her daughter’s asshole receded, and right as only the very tip remained inside, her mother’s hips came crashing down, forcing another inch of cock inside of Sarada’s virgin ass. Again and again, they repeated that very motion, and for every time Satsuki’s cock pushed deeper, a strangled moan slipped free from Sarada’s throat. A moan and another nerve wracking orgasm.

Feeling her arms tremble and her legs shake where she stood, it wasn’t long before, as her mother drove her cock all the way once more, the young Uchiha’s arms gave out, pressing her chest and head against the bark of the tree with enough force to scrape her breasts. Although, even then, another inch was forced inside, another painfully pleasant inch that left Sarada herself on the verge of passing out.

Time and time again, inch after inch was forced inside her ass, and for each and every cycle, her mother’s pace would increase. Before long, as Sarada’s breath came out in shallow gasps, Satsuki Uchiha was at her peak, hammering down against the formerly virgin ass of her daughter with enough force to make even the tree before them creak. By then, the hands that had been down at her daughter’s waist moved up, grasping the globes atop her daughter’s chest with a bruising force, all but molesting Sarada’s breasts whilst hammering away at her broken in backdoor.

How long had she been like that? Teetering at the verge of unconsciousness, threatening to break altogether from the orgasms being forced upon her inexperienced body? She did not know, but, the one thing she did know was that her mother’s endurance was nearing its end.

For every thrust against her unguarded asshole, her mother’s cock would throb, a string of precum gushing forth to lubricate the interior of her pillaged asshole. Whenever her mother’s hips came crashing down upon her butt, a low hiss would escape her lips, and, as Sarada herself came yet again, her asshole tightened up around her mother’s cock, milking a load free from the steel rod that her mother called her cock.

‘How is mama even able to walk after they have sex?’ she pondered absentmindedly, the very thought of taking the cock that was rightfully Sakura’s making her eager pussy quiver once more.

As that very thought flickered through her mind, Sarada’s eyes snapped open, a silent moan escaping through her lips as a deep shudder coursed down her spine. Washing throughout her ravaged asshole, a scalding warmth made the hair on her neck stand up, warming up her insides in their entirety as wave upon wave of that liquid magma gushed out inside of her rump. Satsuki Uchiha had finished, emptying a week’s amount of cum inside of her daughter’s rear, shallowly thrusting her hips back and forth in the process.

From a shudder, Sarada’s mind whirled to a halt, her body tensing up at the sheer warmth rushing through her colon, yet even more so than that, it was the combination between an exhausting heat and her mother’s ever present girth, stretching her out only to fill that very gap with another healthy dosage of futanari sperm.

Somewhere in the midst of her own orgasm, Satsuki sped up, her thrusts becoming near frantic, as her cock slowly began inching back inside, wanting naught more than to empty her load in the very depths of her daughter’s asshole.

Assaulted by both the scalding hot warmth of her mother’s cum, as well as the thrusting that only pushed that cum deeper inside of her backdoor, Sarada’s eyes slowly rolled up into the back of her head, arms giving out as her legs buckled beneath the pleasure gushing out of her pussy. In no time at all, her legs gave out, saved only by her mother’s grasp on her waist, being supported solely by that grip. Although, even as Sarada’s mind slipped further and further away from reality, the grip she had wanted to hold onto loosened, pulling her off to the side before unceremoniously releasing her.

Even as her mother’s grip loosened around her waist, Sarada Uchiha could hardly move, her boy exhausted beyond belief, limbs refusing to abide by the commands she ushered. The grassy plains that they had so thoroughly sparred upon hit her at mach speed, her modest breasts being tickled by the short grass, but even more notably than that, as she fell down towards the ground, the cock resting within her asshole slipped free; a small fountain of cum squirting out of her asshole to shower her back with the aftermath of their affair.

“Work on your fundamentals before doing anything else, your reflexes are still slow,” speaking as if nothing had ever happened, Satsuki Uchiha gave her daughter one look, blatantly ignoring the fountain of creamy cum that showered her daughter’s back. “You might want to take a bath. There should be a stream a little further in, though the water is a little cold.”

With that said, the Uchiha Clan matriarch moved back over towards the tree she had hammered her daughter against, returning her cock to its resting place within her pants, before correcting her clothes altogether. Sarada’s were still put aside, in a messy pile, working as the only evidence of their actions; other than the young woman that would otherwise be mistaken for a gangbang participant.

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“Sarada, are you sure everything is fine in there?” Sakura inquired, hands on her hips as she stood outside a particular door within the Uchiha household.

Her daughter may still live together with the two of them, but in return, when she was not busy with missions or training with her mother, the youngest Uchiha would handle every chore that needed to be done within their house. From doing the dishes after dinner, to cleaning the house once a week, or in this case, handling the laundry of three people. Although, to the pink haired Kunoichi, spending an hour inside of the bathroom, locked up tightly, just to do a bit of laundry seemed excessive.

“Y-yeah, I’m good,” a muttered voice returned, the strangest stutter adorning her tone even through the door. “I’m about to finish soon!”

Shaking her head at her daughter’s antics, Sakura Haruno let out a sigh, walking back towards their living room to enjoy her time alone. When Sarada came out, she would have to inspect the laundry thoroughly. She was her daughter, so the least she could do was fold clothes quickly…

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Clamping both hands atop her mouth, Sarada’s cheeks burned a bright red, her eyes delirious and wide as she listened to the sound of her mother’s footsteps outside the bathroom door. It wasn’t until the sound had disappeared altogether that she at last released a sigh of relief; albeit, a sigh accompanied by a strangled moan.

Standing behind her back, leaning against the wall of their spacious bathroom, Satsuki Uchiha’s face was adorned with a devious smirk; one hand gently rocking her daughter’s hips back and forth, whilst her other hand was up by Sarada’s chest, subtly groping her daughter’s right tit even as her wife walked away.

For the past hour, they had been like that. Somewhere in the midst of doing laundry, Satsuki had simply appeared behind Sarada’s back, nimble fingers near instantaneously stripping her daughter down until, at last, her clothes were pushed aside into a small heap by the door. Much to her own embarrassment however, it wasn’t until only her panties remained that Sarada had managed to detect her mother’s presence, and upon doing so, her undergarment had already been pulled down, a rather sizable cockhead pushing its way through her tight teenage pussy.

Shuddering as her mother’s grip around her hips pulled her further and further back, Sarada Uchiha let out a whimpering mewl, wanting nothing more than to turn around and ride her mother then and there. But! No more than a few feet outside their current location, Sakura milled about, happily enjoying her peaceful afternoon whilst her wife was off speaking with Naruto Uzumaki.

Sarada, too, had believed that that was what her mother would be doing…

“Don’t moan,” was the only whisper she heard from her mother’s lips, the head of her cock slipping free from her pussy no more than a second later. “My little girl seems to have an itch, an itch I caused in the first place.”

Releasing her daughter’s breast, Satsuki moved her hand down between her own legs, hefting the length of her sizable cock up, before angling it slightly higher, past the bubbly cheeks of her daughter’s butt, until, as her head pressed up against a hole between those very cheeks, Sarada’s breathing hitched in her throat.

Ever since their last spar at the training grounds, her body had been set ablaze, a deep, unfulfilled ache resounding through her lower body for every passing hour. She wanted- no, craved to feel it once more, to have the depths of her rump explored in depth, uncaring about where or when it were to happen. Of course, the rational part of her mind had banished any such thought away, for with one misstep, their mother’s fury may very well be brought down upon the two of them.

Feeling her mother pressing her head against the tightest hole she had to offer, Sarada’s eyes rolled up into the back of her head, a low grunt escaping her lips as the very blaze she had tried to avoid came back in full force. She wanted it, her mama’s dick inside of her asshole, time and time again until she wouldn’t be able to walk. Yet, even then, her pussy gushed, craving more attention than what her mother could-

“Kage bunshin no jutsu,” a voice behind her back muttered out, causing Sarada’s eyes to go wide as, appearing in a silent puff of smoke before her eyes, a second version of her mother arose, clothes shed in their entirety, leaving Sarada Uchiha’s eyes glued to her mother’s modest curves.

By the time her brain had managed to catch up, the broad head of her mother’s dick slid through the tight sphincter of her asshole, effectively short circuiting Sarada’s mind as, before her, the clone of Satsuki Uchiha reached her arms around her knees, pulling Sarada’s legs up so much so that her thighs were almost pressed flat against her stomach. Even then, she could feel it.

It felt as if her mother had read her mind, wanting naught more than to disregard everything as well, so much so that she summoned a second copy of herself to thoroughly satisfy her daughter’s dirty holes.

Although, the moment a second head poked up against her dripping lips, the young Uchiha’s eyes snapped wide awake, a sudden realization crashing through her brain. If one of her mother was enough to leave her helplessly aroused, then what would a second-

Even before the thought had fully formed, the Satsuki clone surged forth, sparing no effort in spearing her daughter’s pussy, thrusting her hips up with enough force to push Sarada’s rippling asshole down upon her original mother’s cock. The feeling, the pleasure, the slight twinge of pain that coursed through her nethers, all came crashing through what little defense Sarada herself had built up, and almost as if the very thought of their location was gone from her mind, her jaw fell agape, what would have been an orgasmic scream approaching release.

However, even then, Satsuki Uchiha came prepared, the original version behind her slapping a hand across her daughter’s mouth, using the other to grope one of her tits whilst her clone kept their toy stabilized.

‘Like mother, like daughter,’ Satsuki mulled to herself, letting out a low grunt as her cock pushed deeper still, feeling the sheer tightness of Sarada’s asshole with every passing second. If she had thought that her reactions were her own, then the first time she had broken Sakura in to the thought of a threesome with a shadow clone would surprise her quite a bit. The amount of trouble they had received through their neighbors reports…

Returning her focus to the task at hand, Satsuki Uchiha grit her teeth, a bead of sweat rolling down the side of her face. Sarada was, in her own way, as close to an anal virgin as one could be without actually being one. Between having no lubricant, and having a second cock as big as hers inside of her pussy, the walls clamping down around Satsuki’s dick were threatening to strangle her cock. The spasming, twitching massage that would rhythmically change from pleasant to painful really did strangle her, slowly milking a load out of her groin even as she continued to ease her way inside.

On their front, her clone was in much the same position, having to grit their teeth in an attempt not to be dispelled by the sheer ferocity that was Sarada Uchiha’s quivering pussy. Too much force behind her thrusts, and their little daughter would surely be too broken to date others, although, with both her original and clone cocks inside of Sarada’s eager holes, holding back was far from a viable option.

Letting out a grunt and a moan respectively, Satsuki and her clone made one single thrust, Satsuki herself pushing her cock all the way inside of Sarada’s rear, whilst her clone bottomed out inside of their daughter’s pussy, burrowing the broad head of her dick inside of the teenage kunoichi’s womb.

Almost as soon as their cocks were all the way inside, the flailing form between the two stilled, the mouth beneath her hand going slack, before, with a surprising notion that neither the matriarch nor her clone had expected, the body in their hands went limp, the arms that had been clenching and unclenching by her sides relaxing all on their own.

Sharing a look between each other, Satsuki slowly removed her right hand from Sarada’s mouth, shifting her gaze around until both her palms were happily groping the teen’s breasts. Not a single reaction occurred in response.

Grinding her hips against her daughter’s firm rear, the Uchiha Clan matriarch’s eyes grew wide, the boiling arousal within her groin threatening to send her over the edge, but all the same, the girl whose body was held in their embrace remained the same; slack without so much as a single reaction to their actions.

Had a threesome been enough to knock her girl unconscious…?

Rolling her eyes at the mere prospect, Satsuki Uchiha let out a disgruntled sigh, her clone slowly easing herself out of Sarada’s drenched snatch before backing up, standing with her naked back against the far wall of their bathroom. If nothing else, she would have her fun.

Even as the original Satsuki hoisted Sarada’s body around, easing her down towards the ground with her cock still buried inside of the tightness of her asshole, her clone let out a mischievous grin, dispelling herself right as Sarada’s body was placed down upon the ground.

In the blink of an eye, the memories of her Shadow Clone came rushing back, everything it had experienced crashing into Satsuki’s mind like a freight train, and with it, the cock she had tried to ease out of her daughter’s asshole plummeted, a scaling load gushing out of her slit before rushing through the canals of Sarada’s asshole. Whether she wanted to or not, her hips thrust downward, a scalding warmth spreading throughout her little girl’s rear, and with it, the consciousness they had all but fucked out of Sarada came back, Satsuki’s hand flying up to muffle her daughter once more.

It was hot! The moment her mother had summoned a clone to take her as well, Sarada’s mind had short circuited, her senses going dull as her consciousness slid away. Yet, waking up to the rush of what could only be liquid magma coursing through her underused ass left her on the verge of passing out once more. Only one orgasm, one cock up her greediest hole, was enough to make her cum.

Even as her mother’s load filled her ass, Sarada’s eyes rolled up into the back of her head, the hand atop her mouth muffling her orgasmic scream. On an on it went, pulse after pulse of cum splashed through her insides until she could have sworn to have sat down on a campfire.

At last, however, even that sensation ebbed away, and with it, Satsuki Uchiha’s body fell down upon her back, pinning Sarada to the warm bathroom floor of her parents’ house. Between her legs, the floor was wet, her pussy having all but painted the tiles with her arousal. Even then, she could feel it; her mother’s cum sloshing around inside of her asshole, clogged and stuffed beyond belief by the cock that still filled her depths.

“M-mama… will notice- aahn~” Sarada whimpered out, her voice breaking off into a moan as her mother’s cock moved around within her rear. “Clothes, I’m s-supposed to fol--” even before she could finish, Satsuki moved around above her back, every single motion causing her broad cockhead to scrape against the cum stuffed walls within Sarada’s asshole.

“Give me one of my thongs,” Satsuki all but ordered; a strange occurrence considering their current circumstances. Although, nonetheless, Sarada obeyed, a tired arm flailing around for a moment before hooking one of her fingers inside the waistband of her mother’s underwear.

What followed suit thereafter was beyond Sarada’s imagination, for the moment she handed her mother her thong, black and lacy beyond her wildest dreams, the presence within her ass slowly dispersed, the Uchiha matriarch withdrawing her hips at such a pace that the cum sloshing around within barely had the chance to react. The moment her cockhead popped free however, Satsuki’s hands moved, her knees holding her in place as the thong she had just received was all but jammed down into the quivering hole she had so recently filled.

No more than a moment after the fact, Sarada Uchiha’s loosened asshole was filled anew, though this time, the smooth cloth of her mother’s thong soaked in the abundance of liquid that had been pumped inside of her hole.

“There. Until you’re done with your chores, keep it inside. If you start leaking-” rising up with a smirk on her features, the Uchiha matriarch straightened out her clothing, returning her cock to its place within her pants. “Try not to stain your own underwear too much. I’ve heard it can be rather rough to rub cum out of lace.”

Letting out a low sigh as she laid there, on the floor without so much as an ounce of strength left in her limbs, Sarada’s face fell down into a pout, listening to the faint sounds of rustling clothes before, similar to how her mother had appeared so very quickly, her presence faded away.

How long had she laid there? Unable to so much as move, with an abundance of cum sloshing around inside of her ass? That much, she did not know, but from the edges of her hearing, the young Uchiha could hear the main door to their house open, and with it, a voice she knew all too well by then came forth to greet the residents within.

“I’m home,” Satsuki Uchiha’s muffled voice rang through their house, and accompanying it would be Sakura’s voice, as she had heard so many times already. Yet, no matter how long she waited, her other mother’s voice did not come to greet her wife. Instead, a sound that would forever haunt her mind during restless nights rang out; a woman’s moan, accompanied by the telltale thud of someone being slammed down into a bed.

With a roll of her eyes, Sarada Uchiha forced her arms beneath her slender frame, forcing herself up onto her hands and knees even as her mother’s moans filled the house once more. How many times could she even go in a day…?

At least, as the youngest Uchiha staggered up onto her legs, her mother’s fertile cum sloshing around within her thoroughly fucked ass, she knew that another round would come her way as well.

Right on time, no more than a minute past midnight, when her other mother lay unconscious in bed...

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Night had fallen upon the village of Konoha, and with it, the livelihoods of so many people had come to an end, the entirety of the village falling into a soothing lull not unlike that which followed after a day of rigorous training. For the young and old alike, the evening had become a staple of peace and quiet, although, that very staple had long since been discarded in one of Konoha’s bustling residential districts.

Laying within her bed once more, eyes wide and mouth agape, Sarada Uchiha listened in to the sounds emanating from the room directly beside her own. Every other night, her parents would run wild, so much so that, as the young Uchiha went to bed in the evenings, those very sounds would rouse her from her slumber no matter how hard she tried to fall back into the lull so many others could enjoy.

Casting a glance towards the digital clock on her nightstand, Sarada’s eyes narrowed, the digits revealing that the event she awaited should have arrived long ago. 00:23, past midnight, when her mother, Sakura Haruno, should have been knocked unconscious by Satsuki Uchiha’s eternal arousal.

‘Has she finally built a resistance against it?’ she pondered, her thoughts running rampant within her head as, for the umpteenth time already, her naked thighs rubbed together atop her bed.

The duvet that would normally cover her had been all but thrown aside, and, expecting wholeheartedly that her mother would approach after Sakura had been fucked asunder, the young Uchiha had foregone any sort of sleepwear. Even her glasses had been put aside, placed firmly atop her nightstand, out of reach for when her mother would join her in bed.

00:24… no more than a minute had passed, yet still her mother's’ moans rang true through the household. Tuning out any other sound, Sarada Uchiha listened, her ears perking up as every minute change from beyond the wall reached her ears. The creaking of springs, the far too familiar sound of flesh slapping against flesh, fervent moans and orgasmic screams that may very well come from a vengeful revenant, and the unthinkable sound of something dripping down onto the floor. A Kunoichi should always be prepared for anything, that much she knew, but going a single night without her mother’s cock was already enough to drive her mad.

00:25. After that second minute had passed, her mind was made up; the very thirst for what she knew was filling her other mother’s holes causing her to roll around atop her bed. She wanted- no, she needed her mother’s cock. The throbbing thickness that reverberated within her pussy during their sessions, the scalding warmth that spread throughout her backdoor in the aftermath of an orgasm, and the sheer sensation of helplessness beneath her mother’s dominance; the sensation of usefulness as her young holes were put to use.

Adjusting her footing with as much stealth as she could, Sarada Uchiha arose, not a scrap of clothing adorning her petite form, her bubbly butt jiggling in time with her steps, whilst her small, perky breasts rose and fell with her fervent breathing.

Whether or not her mothers were done, she no longer cared. She wanted the very sensation that had pillaged her virgin body. She desired the domineering glare that accompanied her mother whenever she received a lecture on anal.

Yet, even more so than any of that, Sarada Uchiha, the proud daughter of Satsuki Uchiha, needed to taste her mother’s cum once more, so much so that, even as she approached the door to her bedroom, the image of forcibly pulling Satsuki out of Sakura’s pussy entered her mind, and with it, a steady trickle of her own juices laid down a trail in her cock starved wake.
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