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            “Me?”  Mikoto looked up from her teacup at the suggestion posed.

            Kushina laughed anxiously, rubbing the back of her head, embarrassed and humbled by the issue.  “Well, I’ve been helping Naruto with his training after Jiraiya-sensei, but, well…!  Heheheh!  I’m not really good at it-tebane.”

            The cup lowered.  “I see,” muttered the Uchiha thoughtfully.  It was polite of her not to agree, for she knew that Kushina’s test scores were among the lowest in the class when younger, and compensated with a whole lot of bluster in the schoolyard.  Naruto had passed the academy and was a decent shinobi, yet for all his talents, in these past two years, he was still the only Genin among his classmates.  He’d be taking part in the next Chunin Exam, and while he may have become clever to the tricks employed in the Exams, it didn’t excuse a poor performance for the written exam.

            Kushina, Mikoto considered, would be of no help.

            “But Sasuke-kun and Itachi-kun were both the best in their classes!” Kushina persisted.  “It’s all thanks to your study regiment, I’m sure!”

            “No, no,” Mikoto laughed weakly, holding up her hands in front of her as if buffeted by Kushina’s bolstering.  “It’s mostly to do with Fugaku’s guidance.  Sasuke and Itachi are naturally gifted.”

            Two hands smacked down on the table, and Kushina reared across to her best friend, cowing the Uchiha in her seat.  “It’s the mother who guides the family,” Kushina insisted.  “So it’s up to me to convince you to help-tebane!”

            Mikoto stared at her passionate eyes, the straining jaw and firm, quivering lips.  A younger sister begging Onee-chan for help.

            With a nervous but contained sweat drop appearing at her temple, she cocked her head with a polite smile.  “Surely Naruto-kun can make it,” she insisted.  “If he studies…”

            “He just can’t do it.”  Kushina dropped back on her seat, and dropped her chin on the table, fully pouting now, like she’d failed.  “He’s just as bad as me.  It’s my fault…”

            Her misery was pitiful.  Mikoto’s eyes softened.  Did it really matter so much to her?  Minato-san was well off, in brains and technique, explaining his role as Hokage.  He should be the one to teach Naruto.  Then again… he was softhearted, even more so than Kushina.  Kushina had the guts and the nerve to rein in their boy, while Minato was always of the mind of potential.  “Naruto will figure out his path,” he was likely to say.

            She couldn’t bear to see her friend moping like this.  Tea going cold, just dragging her feet.  With a small, resigned sigh, she acquiesced, “I suppose I could help him a little.”

            Kushina’s demeanor changed at once, like it was all an act; it probably was.  “You’re the best, Mikoto-chan~!”

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            Day of study came.

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

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

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

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

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

            At Uchiha Fugaku’s complex…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

            Temptation-tebane!

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

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

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

            Mikoto’s head lilted to one side, exasperated by this news.  “Really, Naruto-kun, I was hoping to help you focus your mind.”  She 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.  Not huge, but hefty and round, wobbly and pleasing to the eye with perfect and tightened nipples.  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.  “Uh!”  He looked beneath them at the textbook.  “Yeah,” he answered, eyes returning to marvel at her tan 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 being impressed.  She could have guessed smaller and still have been fine with it.  He was bulky but not clownishly long or fat down there.

            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.  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, 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.  “You must have been backed up,” 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.

            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.  He explored, spreading her with a finger from both hands, testing her resilience.

            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.  “Amazing-tebayo,” he uttered after a hard swallow.

            He sure was making her feel special.

            And then 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.  “Naruto-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.  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.  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; before she clammed up from orgasm.  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’t do it-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 hawk’s sights.  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 came earlier than expected,” said Mikoto.

            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.  “I guess I just didn’t want him to wear on your nerves too long!  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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