Dream to Reality
Disclaimer: This story is work of fiction. All the characters' designs, called names and places mentioned belong to their respective owners.
Warning: This story is for mature audience. It might contain consensual rape. And incest, yeah, I almost forgot about that.
Incest? BoltxHinata? Yes, it is… well sort of. It's kind of hard to explain in a few lines so I won't. You'll just have to read and find out for yourself. On another note, I honestly haven't seen any proper HinataxBolt lemon anywhere. Why is that? I know SupaHotNaruto wrote a short story called Loving Your Family on this site, but that story felt like a teaser more than anything – plus I tuned out half way because… well, I don't want to say why.
=[Dream to Reality]=
Prologue
Had it been more than a decade since a major conflict? The last great shinobi war, which had rendered the Elemental Nations – the world – asunder, was concluded before he was even born, and thanked to the endless endeavors of his father, the honorable Seventh, along with those who shared in the dream of a better future, the time was relatively peaceful. It was too peaceful, some might say.
"Okay, I think that is enough for today, Boruto," his father stated after landing back on the ground from an aerial assault.
"What? You can't be serious, dad! I haven't even land a hit on you yet!" Boruto responded once his feet stood firmly upon the grassy green earth. A destructive sphere of pure energy was swirling in the palm of his opened hand, readying to strike. His blue eyes, which had a tint of paled lavender, matched the stern gaze of his old man. The sparring session between him and his father only lasted a mere hour and a bit. He counted each minutes – each seconds – of it. "And it has only been an hour! We used to fight for half a day, dad."
"Actually, it was until I beat you senseless," his old man mused before clapping both hands together and gestured it apologetically. "I have to meet up with some important people from other villages so can we continue this tomorrow?"
"Why can't you just send a clone instead?" Boruto snorted.
"Heh, I can't do that, Boruto," his old man replied with an amused grin. "They'd travelled here in person so I have to greet them in kind. It's kind of rude if I don't." There was a moment of silence. "How about I leave a clone with you?"
"No thanks," Boruto retorted. He wasn't interested in fighting a clone. "A clone can't replace you, dad!"
"I know, but I have to go," his father said. It was always like this. His father always put others before himself, hence others before those within his clan. What was really important in his father's mind, he had wondered the moment he was old enough to understand more about the hope and dream of adults. Perhaps deep down, the wish and desire to be acknowledged still gripped the very core of his old man. His beautiful mother, the former heiress of her clan, was far more accepting with the way his father was, but he, who grew up, could not.
"How about Kurama then?"
"Huh? Leave me out of this, Naruto," Kurama responded with a mixture of annoyance and agitation in the mindscape, "and I've already told you that I'm a bit busy, trying to figure something out. It's very strange."
Naruto nodded in somewhat understanding. The nine-tailed fox in his gut had been agitated lately and it refused to state the reason why. "Sorry, Kurama is preoccupied… how about…"
Boruto shook his head mildly as he collapsed his outstretched hand, dissipating the technique that had been passed down from his grandfather to his father and then finally to him. "I think you should go and be your Hokage, and I will go and find something to entertain myself. I'm sure there are plenty of things to do. Maybe I should join Sarada and Mitsuki on their mission again."
Naruto gave a nod. "I'm really sorry, Boruto. I will make it up to you later."
Yeah, yeah, just like the last dozen times you've said you will make it up to me. I don't think you will ever change, dad. Boruto thought dejectedly. He then smiled thinly. "There's no need to apologize, dad. The wellbeing of the village is before all else, right?"
"Right," Naruto responded before placing the Hokage's hat upon his head, covering his spiky golden blond hair as his lips reciprocated a smile.
"Right," Boruto repeated with a nod before his father vanished in a flash. He then sighed and began his long journey home through the dense woods on foot. He could teleport back to the compound directly, but was there a hurry to get there at all? His mother commented at breakfast that she would be visiting her sister, his aunt and the current head of the Hyuuga clan, until late in the evening while his little sister was likely out in town with her friends from the academy.
"Everyone had things to do… maybe I should find something to do as well?" Boruto muttered lowly as he slowed his pace considerably. It would take at least half an hour to get home on his current path, and much longer if he detoured and skimmed around the outskirt of the village.
"You seem bored, Boruto." A voice spoke up as he navigated through the tree from above. It was oddly familiar. Where had he heard it before?
Stopping and cocking his head around, Boruto landed his eyes upon a miniature orange and red fox that was sitting on the side of a fully erected tree. The creature was about the size of a standard wild fox, but it was not one. If the nine tails swaying behind it didn't give that impression then its ability to glue to the side of the tree was. "Kurama…?"
"The one and only," the fox responded before grinning broadly. "Peace is kind of boring, isn't it?"
"It's not that boring," Boruto responded with a shrug. There were still light skirmishes outside of town here and there, but they were mostly done by bandits. Other than that, each day was pretty much the same. No excitement whatsoever. "What are you doing here anyway? I thought you went with dad."
Kurama widened its grin. Its slit eyes flickered as it stared directly at him unwaveringly. "I want to play with you again, Boruto. Maybe this time, things will be different?"
Arching his brow, he stared at the fox with confusion. He then blinked as he noted the slit eyes shifted into something else. He blinked before rubbing his temple and shook his head rapidly. He felt drowsy as he stared into those ringed eyes, and soon enough, he fell asleep.
Luckily, Boruto managed to regain his consciousness only a second later. He swiftly stopped himself from arching over and falling off towards the ground. He snapped towards the spot where the fox was, but it was no longer there. "That was weird… what were those eyes anyway?"
Since no one was around to answer his question, he gave a shrug. He made a note to ask Kurama about it later. He was about to continue heading home by leaping across the high branches, but he gave a long yawn, feeling exhausted and sleepy. Sighing deeply, he vanished with a flash before emerging before the opened gate of his home.
The sealing marks that were placed around the clan compound's wall had prevented him or anyone for that matter from teleport directly onto its ground. It was a security measure since any Shinobi with half a brain could figure out how to emulate Hiraishin quite easily. The seals also designed to inhibit any kind of time-space jutsu within its premise so teleporting out did not work either.
The compound was emptied as expected. No one would be home for quiet sometime as it was still very bright outside. Boruto yawned loudly while stumbling half asleep through the hallway and heading to the bathroom in order to take a leak.
"Damn it, Himawari," Boruto remarked once he had relived himself. His eyes were looking at the pile of clothing his younger sister had dumped on the floor by the sink instead of placing them into the laundry basket near the opposite wall. Like a good older brother, taking care of his sister whenever he can, he picked her dirty clothes up and carried them to the other side of the room.
When the task was done, Boruto headed towards the living room and dropped down on the sofa before rubbing his temple again. He wasn't sure he was drowsy, but a good long nap should take care of it, and so, he laid his body flatly against cushion and snoozed away.
"What are you doing?"
Hearing the familiar voice, Boruto slowly opened his eyes slowly and matched his gaze to a pair of white eyes belonging to his mother. All those within her clan should have them. He blinked several times as he noted the hanging clock. "Sorry, mum. I was tired when I got home so I fell asleep here. I will head to my room."
His mother pursed her lips and leered at his hand, which was rubbing against the bulge in his pant. She about to say something further, but he widened his eyes when he followed her gaze and noted the pair of red panties gripping in his hand. Didn't he put that in the laundry basket before he dosed off?
Apparently he did not.
Boruto, on reflex, face-palmed himself, and in doing so, he was practically rubbing the piece of sexy and erotic fabric against his face. The sweet scent it had immediately invaded his nostril before he could jerk his hand back and away from his face. "I didn't mean that, mum! Please don't tell Himawari!"
"I won't say anything to your sister," his mother responded. She gave him a thin smile and wrapped her fingers around the panties held in his hand. Pulling upon the fabric slowly, causing it to slide out of his fingers. "But it's mine, Boruto."
– Dream to Reality –
Sweating profusely, Boruto sat at the dining table, hands knitted placed upon it. He couldn't believe he actually took his mother's panties from the laundry and rubbed against his crotch as he slept. To make the matter worse, he actually sniffed it. "Are you mad?"
"Why should I be, sweetie? It's an honest mistake. And if you're worried about it, let keep it as a secret between us," Hinata said as she looked through the fridge. "Now, shall I make you a snack?"
Boruto sighed in relief. He knew his mother didn't want to stress his father out if she could help it. It was simply one of her better qualities. Unfortunately, he began to see it was a flaw. She was considerate, too considerate to a fault.
As the young Uzumaki pondered about what he wanted to eat, his keen eyes scanned over his mother from behind, making note of her usual casual wear of a sleeveless kimono-style blouse with vertical lines and a pair of short dark navy shorts with thigh-high stockings, revealing much of her upper thighs. He blinked rapidly as he soon realized he was checking out his mother, and the moment she bent down to reach the lower section of the fridge, he swore he could make out the round globes of her rear.
"Wow, mum is hot… huh? What the hell… am I thinking," Boruto cursed under his breath as he used a hand to shift the growing meat rod in his pant before rising from under the table and straightening his body back on the seat. He snapped shut his eyes and shook his head rapidly, all in order to remove the image.
"Are you alright, sweetie? You seem to be sweating a lot," Hinata said as she raised her hand towards her oldest child.
The moment his eyes opened, he jerked his head back from her face and almost fell out of his chair. "I'm fine… mum, and yes, I would like some snack."
Hinata nodded and returned to the fridge's side. She was completely oblivious to the fact that her son was watching her intently, following each of her actions as she made his meal. Once she finished, she placed the steaming bowl of noodle in front of him, but his eyes never left her face even when she sat by his side. "Is there something on my face?"
"No, mum, your face is perfect," Boruto said before he lowered his head in shame.
Why did he say it like that?
Boruto tried to think about something else, anything else, but nothing came to mind except the image of his mother, younger and absolutely naked. The image was from the time she spent taking a bath with him, washing his blond hair and back as well as embracing him, pressing his whiskered face against her impressively soaking breasts. He even sucked on them, downing the thirst-quenching cream. His mind recalled all the sensation he felt those years ago upon his face, lips, and tongue.
He shook his head rapidly to clear his mind, but his attempt to dissuade his perverted mind failed. "I'm sorry… I need to go to my room…"
Boruto jerked up from his seat, but his cock sprang faster than he did, making the bulge in his pant even more apparent. He quickly covered it with his hands and bumped against the edge of the table, causing the soup to spill over to the side of the bowl. He then kicked himself mentally. "I'm sorry. I will clean it up."
"That's okay, swee… oh my," Hinata gasped at the sight displayed before her. She covered her mouth as she stared at her son hands, not realizing her Byakugan had become active. "Are you thinking about…"
"No," Boruto uttered, knowing who she was referring to. "I'm…" he swallowed hard and paused for a long moment while his mother waited patiently "…thinking about you, mum."
"Me….?" Hinata uttered before her eyes widened, seeing passed his covering hand, noting the incredible length he had. It was as big and thick as his father's. She blinked rapidly as she forcefully deactivated her doujutsu the moment she noticed she was staring. "No, you don't mean that, do you, sweetie?"
"I mean it… I want you, mum," Boruto admitted too honestly. His mother reacted by jerking up from her seat in shock. He quickly sent forth a hand, trying to stop her from backing away in repulsion, but in his induced panic, he crashed through the table, sending the bowl of soup slamming into her, spraying all over her body.
"Boruto!" Hinata called out as she tried to brush the boiling liquid off her clothing. Her effort made her blouse to be completely drenched, allowing him to see through them and captured her huge cleavage in full. It was bigger than he remembered.
"Holy shit…" Boruto uttered as his cock thickened. He didn't remember what happened in the seconds afterward, but when he came to, he was pinning his mother against the nearby wall with his weight and strength.
"No, Boruto, please get off of me," Hinata requested as she tried to push her son away, but he had long since surpassed her physical prowess. "I'm your mot –
Her white eyes widened as her lips were pressed by his. She tried to scream, but the moment she did, his tongue invaded her mouth. "Mmnnn!"
It took a handful of seconds for Boruto to widen his eyes. He jerked his head back and blinked at what he was doing. He was pressing his hips and throbbing manhood against her body, sandwiching her with the wall. Luckily, he still had his clothe on or he would had penetrated his mother. "I'm…"
Hinata bit her lower lip slightly as she felt her heart beat rapidly. "It's… okay, sweetie… I know you didn't mean it…" she uttered as her face flushed with red.
"No, mum, I… really mean it. I want to… I want to," Boruto said as he buckled his hip, pushing up and down his mother, grinding his cock against the fabric of his pant.
"No, no, no," Hinata called out. "You don't mean that...! Stop moving…"
"Yes, I do, mum," Boruto asserted as he wrapped a hand around his mother's thigh and raised it up and to the side so her cunt could be accessed despite her panties blocking the way. He quickly lined himself up with her saturated entrance, and before he even had time to remove his pant completely, his excited cock already sprung forth its confines, readying to embed itself into the warm place that once gave birth to it.
Hinata gripped her son's shoulder, forcing his frame away from her, but despite the wall behind her back cracked, he remained unyielding. "No… you can't – Mnnnn!"
As her lips were captured in another fiery kiss, she felt both of his hands grasped the smooth, soft flesh of her buttocks, raising her body up against the wall. The strength in her arms weakened the longer his tongue was in her mouth, dancing with hers as if they were true lovers. She gasped breathlessly once he broke the kiss. "I feel strange… what did you do to me, Boruto…?"
Boruto didn't know what he did either. Without saying a single word, he gripped his mother's buttocks tightly and pushed himself into her tight, wet cunt. His eyes rolled back slightly, letting out a grunt as his crown pierced deeper and deeper into the place he once came from.
"You're… so big… Mnnn…" Hinata moaned and held onto his shoulder even more tightly as she felt the engorged tip entered her silky embrace. She knew it was wrong to enjoy her son forcing himself upon her, but something was overriding all her reasons.
"Deeper, sweetie…" her white eyes tensed up as she felt he shoved his entire length in with one slam of his hip, filling her convulsing cunt. "Ah!"
Boruto did not allow his mother time to adjust to his girth as he plowed his cock into her sacred snatch with reckless abandonment. The pace was hard and fast, pumping out womanly syrup around his cock with each powerful thrust.
"I can't believe… I'm fucking you, mum," he said as he continued to slam his hips forwards. "What would dad say if he knew about this?"
"This… will be our little secret… sweetie," Hinata answered between moan.
"Yes, our little dirty secret, mum," Boruto responded as he wrapped a hand around her chest and ripped off the drenched blouse.
Once the blouse was out of the way, he leaned down and captured the erected nipples with his mouth, sucking upon it like he once did, desiring to consume the milk that was within, while his hips continued to pound his mother's wet and tight snatch with ever increasing speed, strength, and depth. His crown was kissing her womb with every single deep, hard thrust.
"Yes, that's it, sweetie. Fuck me," Hinata cried out as her son drove into her, slamming her back against the wall. And before long, she was throwing her hips right back, increasing the force and depth of each stroke. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and with each slap of his thighs into her own, she squeezed, using what leverage she had to pull him further and deeper.
Boruto complied as his thrusts began to pick up even more pace, becoming rather spontaneous and erratic. The sensation of his mother's tightness and wetness grinding against his throbbing length along with the reasoning symphony of loud slurps and slaps forced him tumbling towards his powerful release.
"Ugh… I'm going to cum… soon, mum," he groaned. His fingers dug into his mother's round buttocks as his cock violated his birth place.
"Boruto… Boruto… I'm…. I'm… ahhh!" Hinata yelled as her orgasm rapidly cascaded down upon her. She tightened her hold onto her son and buried her face into his neck before letting out a loose a half grunt, half scream while descending into absolute bliss. Her body convulsed as waves upon waves of pleasure crashed upon her. Her dam opened up fully, spilling onto his thrusting hips.
The insane rippling and squeezing of his mother's cunt was simply too much for Boruto, and with a few more jerky thrusts on his part, his hands gripped onto the shapely ass as he roared: "MUMMMMM! I'M CUMMING!"
Torrent of his potent seeds exploded from his cock, flooding her already overflowing tunnel, mixing with her sweet nectars, repainting it white.
Feeling the warm spunk splashing against her walls and filling up her wombs, Hinata squeezed her arms and legs tighter, pulling her son as deep as she could into her, sealing off any opening between his cock and her clenching walls.
"Oh… oh….!" Boruto groaned as he felt his cock was being gripped tightly, milking it for all its worth. He rolled his eyes back as he pressed himself against his mother, pushing her into the wall as geysers upon geysers of boiling white lava lanced out inside her womb. He never came down from his trip to heaven as darkness soon enveloped him, pulling into warm and cozy embrace.
– Dream to Reality –
"What are you doing?"
Hearing the oddly familiar question, Boruto snapped opened his blue eyes before staring directly up and into a pair of white eyes belonging to his lovely mother. He blinked several times, trying to recall what had just happened. "Mum…!?"
Seeing her son jerked up from the couch as if he had wakened up from a nightmare, she leaned in and gave him a firm hug. "Are you alright, sweetie? You were screaming for me. Did you have a nightmare?"
As his heart thumped rapidly, he inhaled deeply, filling his lungs with his mother's lovely scent. It took him almost a full minute to speak up. "No… it's not a nightmare." He grinned mischievously. "It was a wonderful dream, dattebasa!"
"A dream huh? That's good to know, sweetie," Hinata said with a faint smile as she allowed her manly son free of her tight embrace. She then brushed his face, rubbing her fingers along his whiskered cheeks before pinching it. "I think you should take a shower. I will prepare dinner. By the time you're done, your father and sister should be home."
"Awesome, mum. I'm really starving for some reason," Boruto said and leaped off the couch to head to the bathroom.
Hinata frowned thinly at her son before turning about and walking to the kitchen. She stopped every now and then to take a breather before lowering her hands to her thighs and scooped up the white sticky slime that was sliding down her legs. She smeared it over her fingers before placing them into her mouth and tasted the richness of the batter that had flooded her inside to the brim.
– To be continued –
No, this isn't a prequel to The Three Ls. The prequel is called Fractured Foundation. I'm kind of stuck on the NarutoxHimawari sexy kitchen scene at the moment. Writing about Himawari getting rammed by her perverted father while she trying to prepare breakfast is kind of hot… really hot, and writing about a red head getting hammered by her overly lustful son while nakedness pressed hard against a window, overviewing a crowded pool below is simply… oh wait, that's a different story. Lol… I need to clear a lot of scenes on my mind.