Kage Sexbomb

Dream 123

Her son was fucking Mito-sama again.

Kushina was out in the garden, knees brought up to her chest, staring up at her son's room where Mito-sama's big chest was being pressed into the glass as her body bounced against the window with, presumably, her son's every powerful thrust.

The once noble lady wore a face trapped in a rictus of pleasure. Her son's large hands were using Mito-sama's hair buns like little handles as he fucked the Shodaime's wife with his massive Uzumaki cock.

Uzumaki for Uzumaki, as MIto-sama had come to say.

Only an Uzumaki had the energy and stamina and, in her son's case, a foot-long horse-cock with that mesmerizing upward curve that looked like it would scratch an itch in the deepest part of his mother's needy little - no.

She had taken her turn already.

She had done everything with her son short of licking, sucking, or fucking him.

Which had left a startling amount of activities. The human imagination for inventing sex acts was truly a wonderous thing, and Kushina had torn through them all.

She had caressed and kissed every inch of his body. She had massaged him and oh, the feel of his strong hands as he massaged her in turn, sliding that hot oil over her body…

She had nuzzled and played with his balls. She had worked his fat shaft with her dainty feet.

They had dry humped. He had fucked her tightly pressed together thighs, while her wanting pussy drooled and provided lubrication.

That had been so close. One little slip and she would be his woman. One little slip

Enough to drive her mad.

And it was so satisfying. It was as if he was fucking her.

When she rode his cock, her pussy lips slipping over his shaft but her son's strong hands on her hips keeping the tip from piercing her needy snatch. That was wonderful.

When she worked his shaft with her hands and, later, began to use the silky red hair that he seemed to be enamored with, that had been a pretty night indeed.

She remembered working his hot spend into her hair as conditioner, and appreciating the sheen and erotic scent it had left her with the next day.

She remembered dancing for her son. Cooking for her son. Getting some body lotion, and wrapping her motherly breasts around his cock and pumping his shaft between her slippery mounds as she bucked again against his ankle like the bitch in heat she was for him. Oh, his cock was so big and thick and juicy. It slid between her ample breasts and continued on until it slapped her in the face, dazing her.

Making her gasp and open her mouth in need.

She just wanted to suck him. She just wanted to fuck him.

Currently, though, she was lost in thought in the garden, staring up at her son's room.

She stared up as a masculine hand that was on Mito-sama's cheek, with one finger pulling at her mouth to leave the Queenly redhead open-mouthed and whoreishly groaning.

Mito-sama's messed up, moaning face was already a familiar sight.

Mito-sama drooling as her body kept bouncing against the glass was already a familiar sight.

Just the tip, Kushina feverishly thought. If she could just, Kushina thought, suck the tip. Drink his sperm.

She often sinfully licked her lips after serving her son and Gods, it tasted so fucking divine. But it wasn't the same.

Perhaps it would quench the fire in her belly that never seemed to quite die down.

Even though his fingers made her feel so well fucked. Even though his tongue gave her such mind-bending pleasure.

If she could just suck the tippy tip of that bulbous shaft.

But she had to obey. He was, as he said, a man and it was man's work.

And she had to be a good mother for him, and listen to her man.

But she was going crazy. She was really going crazy.

Mito-sama screamed in pleasure so loud that Kushina could hear it all the way from the garden.

She stared with a burning gaze as Mito-sama thrashed against the glass until her oriental hairstyle came undone. She watched the princess-like woman as she drooled like a sex-dazed fool against the glass, sinking weakly as her legs gave out from the pleasure.

Had… Had Mito-sama just smirked at her?

Had Mito-sama, her mentor in the ways of the clan and one's Jinjuriki's duties, just shot her with a superior smirk?

No.

Kushina was just going crazy.

The itch in her womb was just driving her crazy.

Kushina rocked on her heels wile feeling dizzy in need. She was desperate, as a junkie deprived of a fix was desperate.

Time seemed to stretch and contract senselessly. All a haze.

When she knew it, her darling son was standing before her.

"Hey mom." Naruto said with a refreshed smile as he came over to greet her.

He still had a tent in his pants, Kushina noted.

Her poor son was so virile that fucking the Uzumaki Matriarch into a gooey puddle was just enough to take his edge off.

"I was going to take a shower. Care to join?"

"Yes dear." Kushina answered instantly.

"And after that, dinner."

"Yes dear." Kushina answered instantly. "Can you… I mean…" She wiggled shyly.

"Oh, again? Mmmm. I better tell Mito to be more quiet. If her moans keep making you horny we'll never get anything else done in this house."

"Yes dear." Kushina answered instantly.

"I'll just gag the bitch."

"Yes dear." Kushina answered instantly, breath hitching. No one ever dared talk about Mito-sama that way, but her son had said it so factually.

Not as an insult. He spoke as if he was describing a thing on the road.

Oh, that's a tree. That's a horse.

That's a breeding bitch that doesn't know how to keep her moans down.

"Well… I'll take care of you in the shower." Naruto promised, kissing his mother's temple lovingly.

"Yes dear." Kushina answered instantly.

"As long as we don't cross the line."

"Ye…." Kushina trailed off, unable for the first time in months to immediately agree with her son.

"Mom?"

Kushina whimpered, rubbing her thighs together.

Dream 123, Later

"Please. Please. Please. Please." Kushina mewled, humping her hips backwards.

Her son's cock was sliding, hot-dogged in the crack of her ample ass.

"Please. . Please. " She whimpered madly. She was losing her mind. She was losing her mind.

A few inches lower. A little more and he would 'accidentally' just 'accidentally', mind you, slip that big juicy dick into her soppy wet cunt.

That incestuous fuck-stick would stir her up so good.

His fingers were buried in her cunt. He was leaned over her gyrating body so that he could work on her in turn. He was pinching her clit while two fat fingers were plunged up to the knuckle.

They had, over the many days, worked on every kind of lewd act short of actual sex.

She had danced for him. With her thighs. Even with her shaved armpit. Even with her red hair that she had never seemed to love. Her son said her accursed red hair was beautiful. He said it turned him on.

Now she was braced against the wall of the shower, hot-dogging her son with the wild gyrations of a stripper short on cash.

Kushina humped her hips back and forth. She gyrated from side to side. She made large, circular motions, full of passion.

Her hands were pressed against the tiled wall of the shower as she swayed her ass like a five star prostitute. Her big bubbly ass seemed to give her son's big cock some pleasure, as he finally came all over her back. He painted her back with his hot seed.

She shivered as she came again under her son's fingers.

She came, and it was so much better than her husband.

She came, but it wasn't enough. She was satisfied, but it wasn't enough.

The water from the shower washed it away. She stared down with wild eyes as it trailed into the shower drain in rivulets.

Her son's seed, from the cock she couldn't fuck. From the cock she couldn't even suck. Because he said it would break her.

He said she wasn't broken yet, because he hadn't stretched her womb wide with his cock yet.

He said she wasn't branded by him yet, because she hadn't felt his cock plunder her throat and deposit it's load directly to her stomach.

But she sure felt fucking branded.

"Please. . Please. " She muttered, staring at the white liquid trail down the drain.

Watching the fucking drain gobble up what she could not.

"Please. . Please. Please. . Please. "

Naruto sighed, kissing his unmoving mother on the back of her neck, and getting out of the shower.

He had taken care of his mother again, having fingered her body to a few howling orgasms.

Oh, that spicy body of hers…

Naruto was rubbing his hair with a towel, waiting for his Mother to follow him, when he heard a thud behind him.

He turned back to help her to her feet, only to find her on her knees in the shower.

This alone was nothing new.

But she had pried the drain-guard apart with her chakra infused fingers, with a wild look on her face.

She plunged her slender fingers into the drain and drew back a scummy lump of dirt, hair, and pearly white spunk, and licked her widely grinning lips.

Naruto, wide eyed, dashed over and grasped her by the wrists. But she thrashed and sobbed into her son's chest.

"No! Please. . Please. Please. . Please!"

"Please what?" Naruto asked, growing concerned.

"Please… don't tease me anymore…." Kushina sobbed into his shoulder. "Please…"

"Oh… mother…" Naruto whispered, looking at his mother in a brand new light. She seemed so deranged, staring up at him with vacant eyes. It was amazing that he hadn't noticed. Poor, dear mother. "Poor, dear mommy." He murmured, picking her up in his arms.

Her limp body was so light. Was she always this light?

Had she grown thin and frail?

She was getting much more action with him, surely. She was orgasming for him every day.

By all reason, she should be satisfied. And yet it seemed more like she was simply adrift at sea, drinking salt water and being dehydrated with every gulp.

It was not a matter of reason, always, between men and women.

And he should have known this.

He had so many women. He had so much experience. But he was still blinded by his fillial feelings towards his mother.

All the while, his mother was starving.

As he gently placed her onto the pure white sheets of her marital bed, long crimson hair splaying about her like a bright red halo, he began to make his conviction.

"Dar…ling?" She asked, brokenly.

"Shhhh." Naruto whispered, lips inches from hers. He loomed over her.

For Naruto, he had truly spent the majority of his life both missing his father, and admiring the Yondaime. To later find out they were one and the same could not have star-struck the boy more.

His respect to his father was absolute, cemented in his young mind, and untarnished in martyred death.

Or it had been.

But all boys grew into men. The time to admire heroes was over.

This house was as empty as his mother, and both needed a man.

He was the man of the house now. He was in charge, now.

To Kushina, her son had never seemed so large over her. He emanated a different aura.

He no longer looked like her son. He looked like a hungry wolf.

Her heart was beating out of her chest with excitement.

"P-Please don't tease." She begged. "Oh… darling?"

"Shhhh." Naruto whispered. "There's something better for those lips than talking."

Kushina's mouth was dry as sandpaper.