Hinata laughed, bemused, as her youngest child sloppily shoved the contents of his plate into his mouth. He looked so much like Naruto that sometimes Hinata joked that she had given birth to a little clone of her husband. Her older child began to copy his younger brother, and with intently concentrated faces they began to race each other. Hinata watched in disbelief as they mowed away the food as if they hadn't eaten in months; in actuality, they had had a hearty breakfast consisting of strips of thickly cut bacon with small heaps of hashbrowns and eggs and toast slathered in butter. A clearing of the throat brought Hinata's attention back to where it rightly belonged, on her poor grandfather.
He'd recently lost the ability to really chew food, as it seemed like his teeth were Tic-Tacs that kept simply falling out. With scant tears in her eyes, Hinata had told the family that she would take care of him, even if that meant having to chew his food down to a pulp- Hinata had never really noticed how little she herself chewed while eating regularly, so it took a lot of her time to actually grind the food down with her molars so that it was mush for her Grandad. Though a few of her cousins had exchanged looks of a secret joke or a sense of knowing, Hinata felt that this was the only reasonable thing to do. If Grandad couldn't eat, he'd die. And she hated thinking of him in one of those bland places where people take their old family members to wait for death.
She would never allow her poor grandad to waste away slowly and painfully.
Hinata put a large mouthful of rice on her tongue, knowing that when she chewed it for a long time, it would take up substantially less room in her mouth. Her grandfather was a bit impatient, but then, Hinata thought sympathetically, she would be too if she had to rely on somehow to chew her food for her. Despite the aching of her teeth, she chewed hard and faster. When it was acceptably mushy enough, she carefully leaned over her Grandad and let it drip into his wide open mouth. Rice was easy, though Hinata soon switched to hash browns, as they were very soft as well, and her grandpa would appreciate variety.
He took her by surprise when, upon getting in position to drop the hash browns into his mouth, the frail old man managed to jerk upwards so that his lips met Hinata's. Being so naive, she saw no problem with such a thing, but she was shocked because he hadn't uttered or given a warning to her. She backed off once done, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and dutifully shoved the next spoonful of food into her mouth. On the next mouthful, he simply stuck his tongue inside of her mouth and seemed to caress her teeth as he very slowly swept the food into his own mouth. Hinata leaned back, blinking a few times before dropping any oddness she had about this. She had almost no qualms, anyway- it was just her grandad. He had always shown her the most love, always showered her with praise and presents, and was always right at her shoulder when she needed a pick-me-up.
Hinata peeked at her grandad's impassive face and let her shoulders relax, though there was barely a twinge of tension to begin with. She turned and wiped her mouth off with a napkin, did the same to her grandfather, and picked up the wooden spoon to continue the routine. Hinata shoved the food in her mouth right as her grandad wiped the perverted smile off his face, and he immediately sagged a bit more and opened his mouth like a baby bird.
A baby bird that was now passionately attacking the mouth that fed him.
Her grandad let out a relieved sigh of contentment, and Hinata had to turn away for a moment to wipe the tears from her eyes. He appreciated everything he did for her, and though he was the one who seemed grateful, Hinata couldn't have imagined her life without him. She innocently asked him if everything was allright. She had tucked him in- quite literally, so he was snug and warm- and she waited patiently to serve him in any way she could. Hinata couldn't imagine what she would be like at his age, knowing she would soon be… Hinata forced the thought away, because it only brought more tears of love for her grandad.
His "yes" was so soft that Hinata immediately had to shuffle in closer to him, awkwardly and slightly embarrassed, as he sucked in enough breath to gain strength for whatever he was to say. He began to speak, and he seemed rather flustered about it. He stammered out, "Could… you ch-change my, um, my-" But Hinata caught on quickly and just nodded, and he seemed relieved to not have to describe the act in detail. Hinata left to fetch a clean pair of underwear and, just thinking about it, her grandfather started to get a little hard.
But when she came back and peeled back the covers from him, yanking off his pajama bottoms gently, he suddenly stiffened until his cock was straining against underwear to stand straight into the air. Hinata felt her neck flushing brilliantly red, but she ignored it and put her fingers delicately on the waistband of his underwear. But before anything happened, the old man was insisting on something- begging, actually. He screwed his eyes up tight, making a face of slight pain- he wasn't acting, it was excruciating to have her hands so close but unable to pet him in the way he needed. "It hurts." He whimpered pathetically, turning his head away from her as if ashamed. And there was a hint, for a moment, of shame, but any sort of scruples had abandoned him years ago when it came to the delicate blossom that was Hinata. "Please, can you just, ouch, oh…" His pleas faded away as he grimaced more tightly this time, grinding his teeth together. It really was unbearable.
She timidly pulled down his underwear. She paused, astonished as his erection was freed of the taut fabric and seemed to spring to life in front of her eyes and hands. Without looking at him- it was easier not to- she rubbed it soothingly up and down, noticing that despite his condition as his age ascended, he seemed to be very much active in some activities. But this was her grandad! She banished any traitorous thoughts and cleared her head, allowing her hands to take over as her mind wandered. Hinata tried to ignore her grandfather's little groans of approval or relief or his breathless, raspy state when she did something that was very pleasing.
When she glanced at the clock, she inwardly fretted- it had been almost twenty minutes! Her legs and shoulders, tired from having to bend over to tend to her grandfather's 'problem', suddenly seemed to scream at her like a real person might. Not words, but with feelings. And so she sank to the ground, kneeling- but her posture suggested this was only halfheartedly- even as her leg muscles shook and cramped. Hinata was fairly fit, what with running after her children and chasing her husband around asking what he wanted for dinner. She did a lot of that, since he changed his mind sometimes. And running from chore to chore was a laborious task as well. Yet this, when she was using her hand, was the most tiring.
After another strenuous ten minutes (Hinata was sure- she had checked the clock as if waiting for it to verbally signal when she was supposed to finish) her grandad began moving around a little in his bed. This was a very encouraging thing in and of itself, because it had become hard for her grandad to move around as easily as he used to. Now he moved with only a little friction between himself and the air, instead of his joints being jolted and causing him to pause a lot. Right now, he was constant motion. She figured it was a good sign. Hinata was sure that the problem was almost taken care of.
She prematurely stopped for a moment, to give her fragile wrist a break, but her poor grandfather looked so confused at the sudden lack of motion that Hinata took pity on him and resumed jacking him off at once. It was hard to tell if he was getting more excited, because his enthusiasm was leaping from his mouth freely, and sound didn't increase- he was quiet, though loud enough to echo throughout the room. It was the type of noises that changed. At first it had been tiny sighs from the hands that seemed to appease, and then he groaned a bit and more frequently the farther the time stretched.
Even though this was her grandfather, Hinata couldn't help but subconsciously note that he had the most endurance of any man she had met. How strange! He had once been, she reminded herself, in the prime of his life, similar but still unlike Naruto in ways... had he always been like this? Hinata scoffed at herself for her distracting thoughts, realizing that she wouldn't ask and therefore would never know- she hadn't been born until her grandfather was already 'over the hill'.
She got a second's warning, which wasn't nearly enough for her to move out of the way or duck. Then again, Hinata would have just stood and release his cock, and she would've been blasted anyways. White, milky yet sticky liquid erupted from him, and Hinata felt it sink under her clothing until she was soaked with it- drenched was a better word, but this certainly was not water. It wasn't humanly possible, to erupt like a legendary volcano, but it was all very suddenly there, covering the bedsheets and everything else within at least a five foot radius.
For a second or two she made a noise, or rather attempted to, but her face was unrecognizable under a mask of what could've been plaster but was not any earthly sort of clay. Her grandfather rested his head on the pillow, almost instantly asleep, and Hinata was left to clean herself off. At least she was spared having to speak after that. What could she possibly say? She was sociable to a fault, and so very sweet and lovely that everyone in return either loved her back or hated her when bitten hard by jealously... it happened when wives discovered growing bulges in their husband's trousers as they stared in a memorized state at Hinata's impressive cleavage. It was hard to hate Hinata, because she knew how to segue and to switch subjects if it became uncomfortable for someone. She was sensitive to that. Still, she was at a loss for words, so she fetched cleaning supplies after attempting to wipe most of it off herself.
"Good night." He whispered happily, watching her ass sway as she quietly started to scrub the floor free of the stubborn stains. "Good luck." He giggled to himself, as she didn't hear, and finally- only when his eyes got as heavy as lead- gave himself to sleep.