Kage Sexbomb

Naruto had a recurring dream.

Nothing strange. Most orphans probably had the same type of dream.

He had been having them ever since he had met the imprint that his mother had left behind in his seal.

She had gone, but memories of her had fueled his dreams ever since.

Dream 1

"Kaa-chan?" Naruto asked uneasily.

"Yes, dear?" Kushina responded, humming to herself as she stirred a pot of Miso Ramen.

"Is this real?" Naruto asked.

"Ow, tebane!" Kushina exclaimed, burning her finger on the pot.

"Are you Ok, tebayo?!" Naruto shot out of his chair, storming over to his mother with concern. So much concern in fact that his childish verbal tick had come back.

"It's ok. It's ok, dear." Kushina sighed. "I was just so surprised by your question."

Naruto took her hand in his, gently dressing it in a bandage. "You're super clumsy, Kaa-chan. I can't believe you used to be a Jounin."

Dream 4

"Sorry mom. I know this is stupid…"

"It's ok."

They were at the Academy, by the lone lonely swing that had haunted Naruto's childhoood.

Naruto kept looking around, hoping no one would show up to see the Hero of the Great war being pushed on the swing by his mother.

He was a grown man after all, and a sage, and even the inheritor of the six paths way from the Sage of Six Paths.

"This is stupid." Naruto argued, stopping the swing. "This was a dumb idea." He said as he got up from the swing.

Or he tried to, but a gentle embrace hugged around both him and the swing chains, holding him in place. With her motherly arms, this thin woman could hold Naruto in place where Neither the Infinite Tsukiyomi nor the Progenitor of Chakra herself had been able to.

"It's all right." His mother said calmly. "I want to do it. You're owed this and more. My dearest one."

"I know this is a dream." Naruto said thickly. "It's just that, you seem so real. I can feel your head on my shoulder. I can smell the shampoo in your shiny red hair."

"I don't know honey. I don't have the answers you deserve. I just know that I'm here, and you're here. And we meet up in this world. And also, I love you." Kushina replied. "That's real. My darling son. I love you so, so much. But please don't ask too much."

"You can't tell me how it works? ….Is this just a dream or is it something more?"

The dream ended.

Naruto learned that he couldn't ask that.

Dream 17

"You're certainly active." Kushina said with a blush. She was sharing dinner with her son. "Two at once?"

Naruto choked on his Ramen. "Mom?!"

"I'm just saying." Kushina argued. "Hinata-san seemed like such a quiet girl, and so did Shizune. How did you get them both into bed? Together? Fawning over you?"

"How did you know I did?!" Naruto gasped.

"A mother knows." Kushina said calmly.

"A mother really shouldn't!" Naruto argued.

"Do you like shy, quiet girls?" Kushina asked. "What happened to fiery tempered girls with hair that is a shade of red?"

"Are you talking about Sakura?" Naruto asked with a groan. "Or yourself?"

"Fufufu~."

"Where's dad?" Naruto asked, knowing that this was one of the two questions that would trigger the end to the dream. He dearly wanted out of this conversation.

The dream ended.

Dream 59

"The…" Kushina said, staring vacantly at the dinner before them. "They seem to… enjoy it. A lot."

Naruto winced. "Can we talk about something else?" He begged. "It's super weird to talk to you like this."

"So much." Kushina muttered. "They're so happy. They're ecstatic all the time. Every day. Day after day. All the women of the Hyuuga Branch Family. You service them every day, all day. In the morning you dispatch a hundred or so Shadow Clones. And Shadow Clones pop intermittantly one after another, spread throughout the day, giving you memories. Giving you feelings. Experience. It's like you're pleasuring all those women, all day. You feel that, all day. They get it, all day. They're drowning in you, son."

"Are you, like," Naruto said nervously, "the personification of my guilt about what I've done? Is that why I'm having these dreams?"

"Only so much as a mother normally is, I think"

Naruto groaned in agony.

"I never see dad in these dreams." Naruto muttered. "But I think you should grab him and get laid. You're getting weird, mother."

The dream ended before Kushina could reply.

Dream 87

"I keep thinking about it." Kushina whimpered, eyes glazed and unfocused. She was pushing her son once more, her body moving almost automatically. Naruto had become uneasy with her behavior in recent dreams. "The women you've claimed from your rivals and friends. You've become a true man. Mother couldn't be more proud. It's no wonder all the bitches of the Inazuka fight over who should kneel at your feet."

"Mom!" Naruto gasped.

"What? Dear, it's what they call themselves. They're like dogs. They love being like dogs, as long as they aren't strays without a master. They're your bitches. They beg on paw and haunch for the honor of being your bitches."

"I super don't want to hear this kind of talk from my mother." Naruto argued, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

Kushina's gaze snapped onto her son. She caught the swing's chain firmly in her iron grip and gazed possessively over her son's shoulder. His lap had a conspicuous tent. A huge, promising tent. "Do you… feel something from it? Am I making you hard?"

Kushina licked her lips. Her blue eyes were sharp.

"Cut it out." Naruto said, mouth dry.

"I can feel it. I can feel how much they love and adore you." Kushina said. "It's intoxicating. If you could feel it too, you'd understand. Day after day, all day. All that love. All that lust. All that submission. I can feel it. I can taste it. I can't get away from it. I don't want to, anymore."

The red headed mother said, slowly walking in front of her son, hips swaying. She fell slowly, purposefully to her knees.

With the swing's chains in her hands, she dipped her head as if magnetically attracted to the hardness in her son's pants.

"Doesn't dad satisfy you?" Naruto asked, expecting the dream to instantly end. As it always did when he mentioned his father.

"No." Kushina replied. "He doesn't."

The dream ended.

Dream 88

Naruto's mother was walking around the house in short shorts and a tank top.

"Mom?" Naruto asked, uneasily, at seeing his mother's taut waistline, and the thick expanse of her pearly white thighs. So little compared to the scores of newd women he could see in the real world. But on his mother it was a different story. She was seperate from all the sweat and sex that now prevaded his regular waking life. She was... well she was his mother. She was off limits. Which of course made her even more enticing, to his private shame. But it was an enticement he would not act on, he told himself. She was his mother. He loved and respected her. He had plenty of women. He had scores of sluts. But he had only one mother. And even one mother was a blessing he thought he had lost forever. He had longed for a mother all his life. He could control himself. "What are you wearing?"

"It's hot, honey." Kushina justified, fanning herself with her airy tank top. "Maybe you should change into some sommer clothes. Why are you wearing a sweater? Isn't it hot for you?"

Naruto certainly felt hot.

"Why are you wiggling your hips so much lately?" He asked.

If it were one of his girls, he wouldn't bother to ask. He would just take, and take, against the closest flat surface, for he understood the language of a woman's hips.

But this was his mother, and she couldn't be meaning it in the same way.

"I'm not, am I? I don't notice myself doing anything unusual."

"Then you're doing it without noticing. Which means you need a man." Naruto told her flatly.

"I don't need a man." Kushina smiled vapidly. She had been badly out of sorts as time went on. Naruto began to understand that his mother was deeply repressing her feelings. "You're here. You're my little man."

"I'm an adult, mom." Naruto rolled his eyes.

"Oh don't say that. You'lll always be... my little baby. No matter how old you get. Did I tell you what an energetic pregnancy you gave me?"

"Are you not wearing a bra?" He asked his mother, rather than fall into that old conversation again.

"Mmmmmm." Kushina moaned while putting her hands together above her head leaning back to stretch her back. "It's very freeing, Naru-chan. All natural. And it's a lot cooler when I don't have a muggy bra between my chest and the cool air. I've been so constrained lately. I've really needed... some freedom." She said, cupping her heavy breasts through the thin fabric of her top.

Naruto swallowed thickly.

She had to be unaware of what she was doing. She was just too pent up, that she was exhuding lewdness without being aware.

Which was super dangerous, he thought. This was a dream, and he didn't know how all of it worked. But his poor innocent mother couldn't be walking down the street like that, could she?

He could barely restrain himself. And he was her own son.

His dick was getting so hard he worried that he might start propping up the dinner table.

"You look uncomfortable, dear. Well, I suppose it's getting late." Kushina pointed out. "We'd better take care of you soon."

"T-Take c-care of me?" Naruto asked. He really only had one major need at the moment. The need born from watching his mother's flimsy tank top fluttering in the wind.

"Should mommy make Dinner?" Kushina asked, leaning in to her son's ear. "Or should mommy set you a bath? Or… would you like…"

The dream ended.