Chapitre 41: Hinata One shot
The wispy steam emanating from the hot shower suffused the bathroom to an extent that it was misty, the condensation in the air making the shower glass fogged up, completely hiding the identity of the person using said shower; although, if one could pay close attention, they could hear the faint breathes that were being emitted from within the cube of the shower
Hinata Uzumaki. Wife of Naruto Uzumaki, mother of Boruto and Himawari Uzumaki. But Hinata had been harbouring a dark secret: she loved her son. And no, not the typical mother-son love...Hinata had a much more deeper and profound love towards her offspring, and it had gone to the extent that she was actually masturbating to him surreptitiously. She knew it was wrong to perform such but she couldn't resist against her own urges. She was only human.
With her back against the wall, Hinata's right hand had been employed to satiate her momentary urge by stroking her cock. Yes, Hinata was a futa, but that was the same for all the woman of Konoha, which all shared the same genetic mutation as she did. However, aside from this, her female reproductive system remained intact, since she and the others were able to produce children. Her erection was approximately 7⅞ inches, with the circumference being 6 inches. She was circumcised, the tip being a blushing red while the rest was still a creamy white. The only exception is that she didn't possess a pair of testicles, but ejaculation was still possible. Over these past years not much has changed about Hinata except for the fact she had adopted a new hairstyle, which was a short haircut. Her breast size had also increased since the birth of Boruto and Himawari, as well. Her waist is more narrow, her hips growing wider than before.
As her hand gone to work, Hinata had her eyes clenched tightly, her teeth bared. She was focused, the imminent climax approaching closer with each pump. Her hips began to involuntarily jerk against her hand in desperation, her cock growing turgid in her hand as her expression deepened. Her entire body felt tense for a moment. She was was about to ejaculate. After overcoming the minor hump that obscured her from achieving absolute satisfaction, a abrupt grunt was heard and her pearly load was shot from the glanse of her penis and splattered onto the tile walls before her. The sensation of the release sent tingles throughout her body, her mind growing blank for a second. She goes limp for a moment, her body seeming to recover from the intense release. After a few seconds, the sensation faded and Hinata cleans her mess. Hinata then leaves the bathroom wrapped in a towel.
How this obsession began, you ask? Well it started about a month ago.
[Flashback]
Hinata was in the kitchen, cleaning. Donning a purple dress and white apron, she wore blue gloves as she wiped away at the the stains with her yellow sponge. She was fixated on tidying up the place, however, after hearing the door opening and close, her eyes were shifted onto the two that had just entered. It was Sarada, Sakura and Sasuke's daughter, and Boruto.
"Hey Boruto, Sarada," Hinata greets the two.
"-Hey mom."
"-Hello, Mrs. Uzumaki."
"How was school?"
"It was good. Me and Sarada are going to study."
"Sure! Have fun!"
"Oh, we plan on having plenty of that..."
Hinata could sense the insinuation in her tone, and if she was anything like Hinata, she had just what she did...and she planning on utilizing it on Boruto. But it wasn't just that, it was also the way she glanced at Boruto, which was something Hinata caught as well. Although she figures she was oblivious to the implications of her intentions with Boruto, Hinata knew all too well what she had on her agenda, though she made her smile apparent to maintain the facade. Afterwards, the two then ascended the steps to his bedroom, disappearing from sight soon enough. It was then that Hinata's smile faded.
Waiting until she finished cleaning up entirely, she tip-toes her way up the stairs, approaching Boruto's bedroom. She noticed it was left ajar, the light from within shining through the opening. She was going to check-or better yet, spy-on the two as they were within Boruto's room. Peaking in with her left eye, she couldn't get an adequate visual on the two, but she could hear the sounds. It was more like hard sucking and moaning. Easing the door open more, she could see that Sarada's back was facing the door, her legs spaced out some. Hinata was even more surprised by the reality that Boruto was the one supplying oral sex to Sarada, with her deducing this because she noticed that she he was kneeling before her. She surmised that Boruto had adopted the role of the dominator in the relationship, but taking into consideration her being a futa, it was only right to also consider the possibility that she would dominate him.
She could tell by the sounds that Boruto was adept in the art of oral pleasure. Sarada's actions were a testament to this as well, judging by she was moaning as he was suckling upon her organ crudely. Hinata could feel her heart beating as she continues to monitor the two, clearly excited. And if that wasn't indication enough, the rough texture of the door against the glanse of her own organ was proof of this as well. Glancing down, Hinata had realized that she had developed an erection.
"Ok Boruto, you know what to do next. Get on your bed."
Hinata watched as Boruto did as directed, pulling down his pants and trousers afore getting on the bed with his bare ass facing towards Sarada. She could see that Boruto was clearly yearning for Sarada to put it in him like a slut. Though this did nothing more than make Hinata aroused any further. She watched as Sarada aligned herself at Boruto's "back door", slowly pushing her hips forward. Boruto's groan was affirmation enough to inform Hinata that Sarada was in. Hinata couldn't help but watch as Sarada's hips motioned back and forth, eliciting more feminine groans from Boruto. It sounded like he was in pain, but not enough to a degree that she was forced to stop. At least she was considerate enough to wait until he got accustomed to her length.
"This is what happens when you don't use the toys, like I told you to."
Hinata was a mix of shocked and aroused. On one hand, she liked seeing Boruto being fucked; on the other hand, her motherly, attentive side desired to tell Sarada to be more delicate with him, which will surely blow her cover. She resumes to stand by as Sarada's tempo altered, her hips moving at a steady rhythm. Boruto had seemed to calmed from this...thank goodness.
Though now Hinata couldn't ignore her own needs, rolling up the front of her dress to reveal her erection, to which she whips out and began to stroke in her right hand. Yeah, she knew something like was immoral...but at the time, Hinata was more concerned about satisfying her own urges, rather than contemplating what's right and wrong.
Making effective use of the scene that was before her, she stroked herself off. She watched as Sarada's pace picked up, definitely building some momentum behind it. She could the slapping that was produced from her pelvis hitting the backside of Boruto, the sounds soon pervading the atmosphere in the room. Boruto's feminine moans made a strong comeback as he was being thrusted into, Sarada seeming to thrive off them, seeing as she kept pumping into him to force out more of them. But he made sure they were muffled by pillow, unaware that the person that they didn't want watching, was already doing so.
Hinata's hand was moving crudely now, evidently getting off to this. By biting her lip and channeling her breathing through her nose, she was able to kept her presence concealed from the two. Why hasn't she done this before? Sarada had been visiting frequently lately, but she had no idea that this was what they were doing in his room. And they claimed to be studying.
Sarada soon forces Boruto to lay flat upon the bed, with her laying on top and soon grinding on Boruto. Her hips moved deeply and hard against his backside in desperation, her breathing escalating to heavy panting. Hinata could tell that she was getting close to finishing, though she wasn't the only one. At this point, Hinata averted her attention from them in order to focus upon herself. She was just as close as Sarada was, and closing her eyes and focusing on her own ministrations, she was getting herself to her own climax. Her body to tense up as the tension reached its crescendo, her hand and hips jerking irregularly. And It was for that brief moment that Hinata had to feel the strain of her imminent orgasm, before she was rewarded with a blissful release, using the rag she had brought with her to catch the sperm. As Hinata was recovering from her orgasm, she then hears what sounds like Sarada finishing as well. With her Inquisition satisfied, Hinata heads downstairs and properly disposes of the used rag.
Ever since that day, Hinata has grown infatuated with Boruto. And despite her knowing what they do while in Boruto's room, Hinata still feigns that she doesn't know what is going on. But there have been instances where she notices that Boruto comes home alone, to which she knows that he pleasures himself through fingering while simultaneously jerking himself off. Hinata has caught him doing this in the absence of Sarada. It has been an entire month since then...and now, Hinata had grown tired of just watching.
Hinata greets Boruto just as she always does. Watching him go into his room, she waits patiently for thirty minutes before going upstairs-and her couldn't be more accurate. Peaking in, she saw that Boruto was in bed with his ass up and fingers going to work on stretching his anus out. Now he was to a level where he could slip three fingers in. It was now or never...
Opening his door, Hinata then stands by the frame. "Well well...look who's quite skillful with their hands..."
"...!?" Boruto quickly pulls his fingers out and sits up. He was blushing and perspiring...maybe because he was thinking of Sarada as he doing this? "Wh-What are you doing in here? Get out!" Boruto demands.
"Oh? But then I guess you wouldn't need my help seeing as..." Hinata undoes her short's zipper, her cock flopping out, "...I have one, too."
Hinata noticed how Boruto was staring at her, clearly in disbelief about how she could possess a cock as well. A smile was formed upon her lips as she noticed him switching between her face and penis. "I know what you and Sarada have been up to, you naughty boy..." Hinata states seductively, and the shock was still apparent in his eyes after hearing this. "Now here's what your going to do: get over here and get on your knees..."
Hinata watched as Boruto sat on his knees before her, his head just below her cock. He was clearly waiting for more instructions. Hinata couldn't help but to notice how cute he looked beneath her. "Now...take it your mouth..." Hinata was awaiting for him for him to do, his lips parted...yet the inches between her organ and his lips never closed. It was obvious he was nervous to do this, aside from performing this for Sarada numerous times. After a second, she rolls her eyes and grasps Boruto by a tuft of his hair, shoving 4 inches into his mouth. She noticed the tears welling within his eyes...maybe she was a bit too forceful? Closing his eyes, he began to move his head up and down her shaft, and Hinata couldn't believe what pleasure she was recieving from this-it was mind-blowing! She could feel his tongue stimulating the underside of her penis, as well his lips stimulating the rest of her shaft. No wonder why Sarada liked his blowjobs so much...
"Mmmm, take it deeper into your mouth, Boruto..." She utters, Boruto obeying and taking another few inches, thus forcing the glanse to the back of his mouth. He was capable of taking the entire 7 inches with minor to no difficulty, proving just how skillful he really was. Hinata propped her right hand upon her hip as she stood there. Boruto was becoming immersed in his actions, losing himself in it. He was just another slut for cock. And with him sucking the way he was, she could already feel the cum coursing up the tip.
"Wait, Boruto, before I cum...get on the bed."
Stopping abruptly, he then separates from her, getting onto the bed in the same fashion as he would for Sarada. Hinata stands behind him, aligning herself with his anus. He had done the honor of prepping for her insertion, so all she had to do was push. Hinata emit a groan as she felt herself entering him. It was hot and slick, the smooth muscles of his inner spincters enveloping her. Hinata couldn't believe his anal cavity felt this good, her penis craving more as he thrusted into him until she plugged his orifice completely. Grasping his hips, Hinata began to motion back and forth. Her heart was pounding in her chest, still incapable to describe this indescribable pleasure. The constant rubbing of her cock against his anul muscles was amazing, and with thrust, she could feel Boruto clenching around her. She could also feel a great deal of friction.
Gradually, the friction subsides and the excretion of mucus allowed a smoother feel. Her hips began to move faster, her own pelvis slamming into Boruto's ass, making creases on the surface. Hinata had abandoned any iota of restraint she had, pounding away at her son with no remorse, whom was groaning in reply. Hinata was actually fucking Boruto, and it felt amazing! Hinata couldn't get enough!
"M-Mom...!" Boruto groans out, turning to glance over his shoulder to look at her. But it was far too late...Hinata was gone. Boruto had never been pounded to a degree that he had actually came, but he did so with his mother. And as his load was shot, the effects of his ejaculation were profound in the rectum area, which spasmed around Hinata as the climax struck. Though now she was just seconds from cumming. She could the load channeling up her cock, this forcing her to grasp his hips tighter. Her pace had increased dramatically, her cock growing turgid inside of Boruto. Her tense expression deepened as she drew closer. She was also breathing heavily through her nose, which Boruto could hear as he laid flat upon the bed, which had grew louder with its creaking. Boruto could feel it swelling inside him. There was no way she could stop now.
Hinata's orgasm was signified by a grunt. She had unloaded inside of Boruto, her head thrown back as the tingling sensation jolting through her as her load was shot inside the shallow end of Boruto's anal cavity. Hinata remained connected to him until a few seconds later, when the contractions faded. Pulling out slowly, her now flaccid penis hangs like a limp noodle. Boruto's anus was gaping and a utter mess, with Boruto looking at her with a lustful gaze. It appeared that they both were satisfied.
[Three Months Later]
Hinata waves Naruto off, closing the door soon after. She then makes her way to the kitchen, a smile painted upon her visage. Boruto descends the staircase to enter the living room, where he notes that Naruto is gone. He then turns to look at Hinata.
"Dad's gone?"
"Yes. And he is going to be pulling another all-nighter..."
This news elicits a smirk to appear upon his face.
"Good..." He says, turning his back and pulling down his trousers, revealing the implement that was used to plug up his rectum. Afterwards, he pulls it out, stretching himself for Hinata, "...I couldn't wait until he leaves. I've been waiting all day for this..."
Hinata grins as she walks from around the kitchen. Yeah...she had made Boruto her own...
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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