– The Best Kind of Motivation –
The Hokage frowned as the buzzer resounded off the walls, signalling the end of the game. His frown deepened greatly as he watched the other village' lined up and clapped hands loudly, congratulating another victory and adding it under their belt.
"Hah! Another great game – for us! See you next season, Konoha! Maybe then you pussies can put up a good challenge!"
The Konoha's team couldn't say anything but glared at the other villages. There were burning rage in their eyes. Once the other team departed, heading back to their hidden village, a blond young man pointed and shouted. "We're way stronger than them! Why the fuck can't we win?"
From their nodding, his teammates seemed to agree. One on one, they were stronger than their opponent. And yet, they failed to win a single game.
"Because this game isn't about whose stronger. It's about coordination and teamwork, Boruto," a man laying lazily on the wooden bend pronounced. A warming smile formed on his face. "That's what the Hokage would have say. For me, I think you did great."
"You think so, coach Erosire?" Bolt asked. His spirit lifted.
"Definitely! Boruto, I think you alone got the potential to carry the team to championship," Erosire announced and flipped upright before slipping on the grassy ground and face-planted. He quickly got into an upright position and did rather awkward arm stretch. "You didn't see any of that…"
The whole team sweated. How does a Shinobi trip on his own anyway?
Erosire turned his attention towards an approaching older man and bowed in respect. "Ah, greeting Hokage-sama. Did you enjoy the game? I think our team did a really, really good job! Just a few more games, they will be unbeatable!"
"Boruto," the Hokage said softly after dismissing Erosire, who quickly bolted. And in a fraction of a second later, his expression changed causing everyone to flinch. "What part of stop using your hands don't you understand!?"
– The Best Kind of Motivation –
"This game sucks! Why can't I use my hands!? What kind of games that I can only kick the ball, and I have to kick it into a small net!?" Boruto shouted angrily while smashing things. Like most, he didn't like the game called Football very much as it introduced ways too much restrictions. Thus, he was constantly benched for breaking the rules. To make it worse, his dad told him off again. How many times was that?
Watching him venting his anger was a couple of dark blue hair women. One was younger than the other. Both had the same milky white eyes and nice figure. They were the object of affection of most people in the village.
"Poor Boruto, he'd tries so hard," Hinata muttered as she watched her teenage son from afar. She wanted to comfort him and encouraged him to do better, but the last two times apparently didn't help. He was still making the same mistakes and therefore was benched repeatedly.
"This is their third loss, right?" the woman to her side said. This was Hanabi, her dearest younger sister. Hanabi eyed Boruto shattering the solid concrete wall with a smirk. "All that strength and no control. It's like my dear nephew can't focus. I wonder what I can do to help him with that regards?"
Hinata narrowed her eyes at her sister who only gave a smile before waving goodbye. Hinata soon returned her gaze to her son, watching him as he collected his towel with a hunched shoulder. He soon headed to the locker rooms to join the rest of his teammate.
"I wish there was something I could do to help him," Hinata told herself, feeling her son's frustration grew after each game. He wanted to win at least once – maybe then…
"Maybe there is something," a familiar voice called out from behind, starling her.
Hinata quickly turned around and saw the team coach holding a bundle of towels. He arched his dark eyes at her, stealing glances at her chest before chuckling. Her breasts seemed to be bigger as more time went by in his mind – not that it wasn't a good thing.
"Greeting Hinata-sama," Erosire said courteously. "It's nice to see you but shouldn't you head home soon? Everyone already did… sort of."
"Erosire-kun?" Hinata muttered as soon as she remembered his name. He wasn't born in the village, but he quickly established himself as a noteworthy Shinobi within a couple of months, doing odd job here and there. Her husband took a liking to the man. "What were you saying before?"
"It's nice to see you but shouldn't you head home soon?"
"No, before that?"
"Greeting Hinata-sama?"
Hinata beamed at him. If a glance could kill, Erosire would be dead – deader.
"Oh, you mean if there is a way you can motivate Boruto?"
"Yes," Hinata confirmed.
"Sure, there is, Hinata-sama. There are plenty of ways you can motivate Boruto," Erosire said and dumped the towels he collected into a pile in front of him. He then rubbed his chin thoughtfully while staring into the distance. "The game put great emphasis on team work and coordination, but that doesn't mean a single all-powerful Shinobi couldn't carry the entire team. I think Boruto could do it if he is focused and actually followed the rules. After all, wasn't Nar – Hokage-sama – the same when he was younger?"
Hinata nodded. Her sister said the same thing moment ago. "How do I make him more focus?"
"That's easy, give him something he could work towards… like a reward?" Erosire said before picking up the pile of towels. "I wonder what teenagers like him likes to do?"
Hinata wondered that too. An incentive would help her son focus but what would her son liked? He was a teenager in his growing phrase surrounded by his teammates who were already growing in many places. Her face heated up as a naughty thought entered her mind. She quickly dismisses it, but the seed was already sewn.
– The Best Kind of Motivation –
"Hey mum? What are you doing here?" Boruto asked once he headed out of the locker room. He only had his short on. His shirt was slung over his shoulder. He was going to take a shower before heading home for dinner, but he noticed his mum hanging outside in the yard. Since the rest of the villagers had headed home so he was curious why she was still around. Maybe she wanted to tell him something?
Hinata watched her son walked towards her and couldn't help but notice what a young hunk he had turned out to be. If he was anything like his father, he was going to be quite a stud.
"He's a stud now," Hinata muttered inaudibly to herself before covering her reddening face. What was she thinking? She had no idea what was coming over her. Her mind was filled with all kinds of thing she could motivate a teenager with.
"Mum? Is there something wrong?"
"No, no," Hinata said and tried to clear her mind. "I saw you at the game."
"Yeah, I saw you too," Boruto said and took a full view of his mother from head to toe. He blinked as he realized she was looking at him and averted his gaze. "I mean, I saw you watching me, ahahaha. I sucks don't I? I got yelled by dad again…"
"Boruto," Hinata said and planted her hands on her son's cheeks, one on each side. She stared into his eyes as he stared back unflinchingly. He looked so much like his father.
"No, you don't 'sucks', sweetie," Hinata assured warmly. "You just lack focus – motivation. You will show them all, won't you? What you are capable of?"
Boruto remained silence. He didn't know what came over his mother, but she seemed to lift his spirit in that moment. It was more than what his dad had done in the entire year. "Yeah, I will! I will show them all what I'm capable of!"
Hinata smiled and gave him a hug. Her ample breasts pressed against his bare chest, causing his eyes to widen. It had been a very long time since she gave him a full body hug, him being no longer a little kid and all of that.
Boruto returned the hug, wrapping his arms around her figure and sliding his hands up and down her smooth back, playing with her long dark blue hair and…
He blinked when his mother didn't seem to mind he was caressing her ass. She didn't seem to care in the moment. Something was occupying her mind. He swallowed and tried to give them a squeeze – it was surreal. That got a reaction.
Hinata jerked back and stared at her son.
"I'm sorry mum," Boruto quickly apologize sheepishly. He then looked around and tried to change the subject. Nothing came to his mind. He took the shirt off his shoulder and pointed towards in a direction. "Let's go home."
Hinata took a moment before following her son home. As she looked at her son's back, her mind was clouded with thoughts. He seemed to be more energetic and cheerful than before. "Boruto…"
"Did something good happen, Boruto?" the familiar voice called out first.
"Yes coach! Something great happened!" Boruto shouted back.
"Keep it up and maybe you can bring us that championship," Erosire said with a thumb up. He was sweeping the field and burning leaves in a barrel. "Oh! By the way, I found this near the bench. It's yours isn't it?"
Boruto looked at the Icha Icha Book before waving his hands frantically. "Not mine. It's not mine! I got to go! Later!"
"Alright then. Pretty sure it was yours though," Erosire shrugged and threw the book into the barrel, not paying any attention to the former Hyuuga heiress. "The real thing is much better anyway."
Hinata stared at the flames within the iron barrel as it flickered erotically, slowly burning away some of her inhibitions. She didn't recall when did she return to her room only that she did. She shook her head and exited the room.
"Himewari?" Hinata called out when she headed to the kitchen before realizing the girl was off on a mission and wouldn't be home for a few more days. Her only daughter was still a genin after all. She noticed the time and returned upstairs to her room. It was still early to making diner, so she decided to take a bath.
– The Best Kind of Motivation –
Hinata walked past the family bathroom in the hallway and heard her son turn on the shower with an audible sigh. He seemed to return to his previous self. She pursed her lips and continued her way to the large master bedroom. Reaching over to one of the dressers as she balanced on one foot and took off her attire, one piece at a time.
Her shorts went first, falling around her ankles as she bent forwards to pick them up after stepping out of them. Her succulent bubble butt cladded in a bright red thong stuck out as a result. She threw the shorts into the clothes hamper before reaching down and tugging the tight shirt she had over her grandiose breasts. Her tits were lifted before dropping down and bouncing against each other after being freed from the confines of the shirt.
"They became bigger again," Hinata commented as she stared at herself in the mirror. Her areolas were as bright pink and as around as the bottom of a soda card. Her nipples were small and hard like the top of a marker cap. She heaved and threw the shirt into the hamper without removing her eyes on the woman in the mirror.
Hinata slowly walked over to her reflection, her hips swaying lightly before stopping with her arms hanging down to her sides. She exhaled softly as her fingers trailed up along her thighs and over her slightly concave stomach before reaching up and sinking into the protuberant flesh of her tits. She massaged them in her dainty hands while her mind recalled the recent sensation of a strong male pressed against her. She sweated and panted for breath.
"Boru –
"Hey mum! Are you there?" Boruto shouted across the hallway from the bathroom. He noticed she walked pass the room earlier. "Can you get a towel?"
Hinata swallowed hard and leered at the semi opened door to her bedroom. She thought she closed it before, but apparently not. She had become absentminded. "What am I thinking…?"
Hinata opened her wardrobe and picked out a towel. She then closed the door and saw her own reflection on the full-body mirror. She swallowed hard and scanned her own body. "Could it be…?"
"No, what am I thinking?" Hinata muttered as she closed her milky white eyes tight and brought her palms to her cheeks. She could feel the heat rising off her face from her blushing. An image of her son standing all naked suddenly filled her vision. Her eyes shot open and she once against facing the reflection of herself. She slowly let her hands down to her side and once in awe of her womanly curves. She knew what a catch she was. She was the object of all those gazes by the villagers. They wanted her. Everyone did – including her son.
"Maybe," Hinata mutter dreamingly before reaching down and slipping her thong off her hips. She was a little surprise at how wet she was becoming. She stepped out of the small piece of cloth and smiled at herself in the mirror before turning and heading down the hallway. Her slender fingers trailed over the wall as she took each step while her heart pounded in her ears.
At the bathroom's door, she could hear the spray of shower beyond. Her breasts rose with each breath she took. Quietly, she opened the door. The heart seemed to stop as steam erupted into the hallway. She stepped into the warm mist as it wrapped around her nakedness. She strained her eyes to pierce through the veils and saw the outline of her soon. He stood still and let the spray of water fall onto the back of his head. She nibbled her bottom lips again as she watched him, hidden within the mist. He seemed to not notice her.
"Uh - - Sweetie? C-Can I talk to you for a minute?" Hinata stuttered.
"Mum? Uh, yeah sure," Boruto replied with a small sigh. He looked towards the fogged glass window before taking a deep breath. He noticed her outline before rubbing his head. "I didn't hear you come in. I must be out of it huh… dad will have a field day with this one."
"It's okay sweetie…" Hinata muttered and lightly stepped from one foot to the other. She crossed her arms over her swelling breasts. The top of her cleavage grazed the bottom of her chin. "I-if you have something to help motivate you… do you think you will be able to do better?"
Boruto arched his brow questioningly. He wasn't sure where his mother was going with this. What kind of motivation could she give him? Well, maybe some kind of rewards, but he had everything he always wanted. Well, not everything. He thought about it before his face turned cherry red. "I… I guess it wouldn't hurt… hehehe. I mean… I could do better if I have something to look forwards to… ummm… what do you have mind mum?"
"W-Well I was thinking of d-doing something that would stimulate – err – encourage you to play better," Hinata said. Her throat tensed as she felt a trail of juice sliding down her inner thigh. She was getting really wet. "Give you a little goal… something to look forwards to."
Boruto chuckled as he worked the soap over his arms and shoulders. "Like what? I've pretty much got everything I could ever want Mum."
Hinata closed her eyes tightly and took another deep breath. She counted to three before opening them up again. She didn't pause as she next reached out, opened the shower stall door and stepped into her son's view. "Are you sure?"
Boruto froze in place and dropped the soap as his mother stepped into the shower with him. All her womanly curves bounced in all the right ways. His blue eyes immediately locked onto the jiggling of her enormous tits. Were they always that big? Holy Fucking Kami! He was immediately hypnotized as he watched her succulent pink nipples bounce up and down.
Hinata felt herself shaking as she stood naked to her son's wide gaze. "Hear me out Boruto. I t-think I can help you -!"
Her hands shot up and covered her mouth as she exclaimed in shock at the sight before her. There in front of her, dangling between her own son's legs, was probably the biggest cock she had ever seen in her life. And it was quickly rising.
She watched in amazement as the young column of flesh flexed and begin to point upward. Her eyes never blinked as she watched the veins pump and the head swell an angry purple. It was without the aid of chakra. This was purely her son!
The muscles looked powerful and hard and seemed moulded to perfection. His testicles looked like two limes hanging just below the base. The entire length was shaved smooth and glistened from the soap and water of the shower. And finally, after what seemed like hours, the solid horse cock stood proud and pointed upward directly towards her ample bosom.
"Is that all you?" Hinata exclaimed as she looked at her son's length.
"Yeah. It's all me, mum," Boruto claimed with a grin. He wasn't losing to anyone in the downstairs department – even his dad! "It's bigger than dad, isn't it?"
Without thinking about it, Hinata reached out and grasped the giant cock in her small hands. She gave out a quick, maniacal laugh as she felt the hard thickness in her hands and relished that her fingertips couldn't meet.
Boruto gasped as he watched his mother's hands wrap around his erection. Every muscle in his body was tense and strengthened. His hands were flat against the wall behind him and his breathing was quick and excited. "Mummmmm…mmmmh?"
"Borrrrruuuutooo," Hinata purred as she looked up at her son's excited face. All her trepidations had left her when she'd seen her son's horse cock in all its glory. She knew without a doubt what she was willing to do was frown upon, but it didn't feel wrong in her mind. Slowly her dainty hands began to slide up and down his slick length.
"Here is what I proposed, sweetie," Hinata said as she stepped in closer to her son. The swollen head of his cock along with a couple inches slipped between her tits as she continued to glide her gentle hands up and down.
"Every time you win a game…" Hinata said with a coy smile as she looked down at the giant dick in her hands before glancing back into her son's eyes and batting her eyelashes, "…I'll let you take this giant cock…" she squeezed it hard once before continuing her playful hand job, "… and fuck me any way you want with it!"
Boruto was too excited for words. His mother's hands felt too good and he was mesmerized by the image of his dick pushing into the undersides of his mother's enormous boobs. Her small hands felt amazing as they beat a slow steady rhythm along the lower half of his manhood while the upper half slid further into his mom's soft cleavage.
"A-are you serious?!" Boruto finally mustered enough brain power to say while looking down at his sexy mother. "Fuck yeah!" he said as he smiled, unable to believe the turn of event, "I'll win every game!"
Hinata smiled and looked down as she watched her son fill his hands with the sides of her breasts and squash them around his cock. She again nibbled on her lower lips as she felt her wet tits wrap around her son.
"I can't believe I suggested that," Hinata muttered as she reached down with one hand to fondle his large balls in her slim fingers. The skin of the sac felt silky smooth and soft as she hefted the surprisingly heavy testicles. She stepped closer. Her nipples dug into his chest and his cock was perfectly horizontal between them.
Boruto continued to mash his mother's large tits in his hands and around his dick. He began to breath heavier as he hunched his hips back and forth to begin living one of his biggest fantasies. Tit fucking his own mother. He didn't imagine her tits was so darn big. It must have grown since the last time he saw them.
"I've wanted to do this for so long, mum!" Boruto panted as he held the quaking flesh of his mom's tits in his hands while he watched the top few inches of his cock pop in and out of the top of her cleavage which was shiny and wet from the shower.
Hinata dropped her hands to hold onto her son's waist as he slid his cock into her massive fun bags. Pursing her full lips, she leaned down and kissed the plum sized head before rubbing them against the sensitive underside of his cock as it slid through her cleavage.
"Mmmmmmmm!" Hinata moaned loudly as she exhilarated in the feeling. She wasn't going to go this far – at least not yet, but the desire burning inside her couldn't be quench. And it was growing stronger and stronger.
Water ran down the bodies of the horny mother and son as they moved and ground against each other. Precum continually oozed from the small hole in Boruto's otherwise enormous man meat. It coated his mother's plump lips and ran down his length to help his thrusting. His fingers sunk into the flesh of her tits like two giant marshmallows as her nipples dragged over his chest and abs.
Hinata bent her knees again and again as she helped fuck her son's cock with her tits. Her hands roamed over his muscles and felt the heat rising off his body. The bathroom filled with a dense mist from the shower as mother and son continued their taboo acts.
Hinata pulled back suddenly and took a couple of steps away from her son. Both were panting and flushed as they admired each other's bodies.
Boruto took a step forwards to break the silence. He had to have her. He had to have her! There was only one thing on his mind, and that was his mum! A single word escaped his lips. "Mum."
"Remember what I just said, you will only get to have sex with me when you win a game," Hinata pointed out and took a step back. She could see the shock on her son's face. She gave him a sexy smile as she opened the door and step out.
Boruto couldn't help but watched his mother's wet naked body as she walked away, her round ass bouncing with each step. He couldn't let go like that, not after what just happened – not in a million years! He immediately took a step forwards but stopped when his mother turned to face him. She gave him a wink.
"A-although tonight…" Hinata muttered. There was hesitation in her voice. It soon vanished, quickly overshadowed by the fire within her. "I'll let you test the ride before you decide."
With that said, Hinata turned and headed down the hall to her bedroom. Her sexy hips swaying back and forth while her heart thumped madly. She was opening the door of no return.
Boruto froze for a moment. He slapped himself to see if he was dreaming. Twice for good measure before shutting down the shower and running after his mother. His dick acted like a compass, pointing the way while bobbing energetically in front of him. He felt dizzy and hot but in a very, very good way.
As his mother entered her room, Boruto couldn't help his shaking and planted his hands against the wall. He looked inside and watched his mother slowly crawling onto the large bed she shared with his father. On both her hands and knees, she returned his gaze over her shoulder. With a smile, she moved towards the middle of the bed. There, she flipped over and spread her legs like a talented Kunoichi she was and beckoned her son over with a crooked finger.
There was no need for other invitation. Boruto seemingly teleported across the room and jumped onto the bed. Like any horny teenager, he quickly saddled himself up between his mother's athletic legs. He gripped the shapely calf in one hand and guided the head of his cock into the mushy pink of his mother's pussy. "I'm so ready for this, mum! Oh fuck!"
"Mmmmm… me too, sweetie, me too," Hinata agreed as she craned her neck to look over her globes at the intimidating cock that was about to pierce her. A powerful, involuntary shiver went down her frame when she saw what was coming. "I want you to fuck me with that cock, sweetie! Please fuck me, please fuck mummy!"
No further encouragement was needed as Boruto hunched his hips and squeezed the head of his cock into the tight folds of his mother's pussy. He watched his mother as she pinched her nipples and arched her back as he entered her. Her pink lips stretched around his girth making the veins bulge out down his length.
"Uggggghhhhhh!" Hinata moaned deep in her throat as her eyes fluttered. She gripped her swelling tits in her hands and squeezed as she felt the intense pleasure coming from the massive cock sliding into her. It was unlike anything she felt before.
"Shit you've got such a tight pussy, mum!" Boruto grunted. He clenched his teeth and pushed slowly forward with his hips, piercing through the veil with his cock.
"Oh Kami!" Hinata panted as she continued to watch her son's huge cock get swallowed by her pink lips. "This is so crazy! I can't believe I'm doing this! Boruto!"
"Ugh!" Boruto grunted as his large testicles squashed against his mother's plump ass and his entire length was impaled into her womb. He held his breath as his eyes trailed up from where they were connected to her sexy stomach and further up to her round firm breasts that swelled up from her chest even when she was lying down.
Hinata in turn looked down to see her pussy stretched around the amazing girth of her son's cock. Her milky white eyes eyes trailed up over his strong stomach and further to his muscular hairless chest.
"Fuck me, Boruto!" Hinata screamed up to her son, "Fuck me with that huge cock!"