Travelling through the trees, Kushina tuned her portable radio for the umpteenth time, looking for some entertainment to get her mind off of the remaining hours of the tedious journey to their destination. She had a pair of earphones plugged in her ears.

She took a glance at the boy travelling alongside her.

The two of them were assigned on a mission together.

He honestly was not a boy anymore at all. He had developed into a fine-looking young man. Naruto was nineteen, and he had put some muscle onto his lean six feet physique in the past year.

His most striking characteristics were the three whisker markings on his face. Although they were hidden in his sleep, his piercing blue eyes strongly resemble his father along with his yellow-blond, spiky hair. The shape of his eyes and face were features he had inherited from her.

Kushina was blessed with the same. She was a natural beauty.

She returned her attention to the radio.

Kushina found a talk radio station; some psychobabble call-in show was on. "Family relationships with Medic Sukui."

"This might pass some time," she thought, as the landscape raced by.

The caller was a lady, distressed by the relationship between her sister-in-law and her nephew. She regarded it as inappropriate and wanted the medic to agree that she should confront her brother about it.

"Now, what do you regard as inappropriate?" asked the medic.

"Well, on the Rinne Festival, they went to purchase some groceries. They were away for a while, and when they returned, my sister-in-law straight away proceeded up to the bathroom. I saw that her upper garment was crumpled, and she had a small pine straw in her hair. Later, when I went in the bathroom, I noticed that her panties were in the trash bin, and they were ripped open and just drenched with you-know-what!"

"So, you were examining her panties?"

"Well, that's not the only time. Once when I was visiting them at home and my brother was out, my nephew slipped out of her bedroom early in the morning, he was clothless, and he had lipstick smudged on his face. And later, he strolled up and caressed my rear end as I was helping wash the dishes. Before I could turn around, he had his hands groping my breasts and was kissing my neck! I look very similar to my sister-in-law from behind, but when he realized that it was me, he tried to act like he was joking around, but I had felt his groin pressed against my butt! Now my son never does those things with me!"

"So, Tessa, how did you feel when your nephew began to touch you physically? Were you thrilled?"

"Well, honestly I was just astonished, and..."

"And?"

"Well, my neck is extremely sensitive. So, when he kissed it, I suppose I sort of reacted, a bit."

"Reacted?"

"Um, well, I sort of leaned back into him, but I didn't realize who it was!"

"So, you leaned back into a man's groin while he fondled you, and you didn't know it was your nephew, you didn't know who it was at all?"

"No! He called me 'Mommy'!" She stopped cold; this was not going as she had intended it to.

"Now, Tessa, we have to discuss this. When you saw that it was your nephew and not your son, were you disappointed?"

"Well I was... I mean no! You're turning my words around! It's not right that my nephew is doing these things with his mother!"

"So, he's attracted to his mother. Could it be that you're envious that your son isn't attracted to you in the same way?"

"Yes he is!" she retorted. "My son..." Caught again, she went quiet.

"Your son what? Go on Tessa, nothing to be embarrassed about, this is all just relationship issues that we're addressing."

"Well, I know that my son is attracted to me, but I have never allowed him the opportunity to act on it."

"And you know how?"

"I've discovered on his computer some very explicit pornography sites that focus on boys and their mothers. I know that he spies on me while I'm in the bathroom; both of our rooms share one bath, and it's not hard to peep through the crevices in the doors. And last week I went into his bedroom to gather laundry, and I discovered a pair of my undergarments beneath his bed. They were...ruined, they had...Uh… fluid stained all over them."

"Just to be certain, the following day I wore a pair of very short panties and kept them on top of the clothes in the hamper after work. He took them into his bedroom, and I saw him sniff them and then do the unthinkable with them. He was also watching on his computer a video of a son with his mother doing...you know."

"So, Tessa, here's the question that you have to answer. How did you feel..."

The caller tried to interrupt, but the medic kept going, "Listen to me and answer honestly, how did you feel discovering that your son thinks about you that way?"

There was quietness, then she softly answered, "Excited."

"You intentionally left a pair of alluring, fresh panties, for your son to find. You secretly watched him pleasure himself with your panties, to your fragrance. You were physically excited. Your heart was pounding and your face felt flushed, weren't they?"

"Yes."

"And you fantasized about...being with your son."

"Yes, I did," she whispered.

Kushina became aware that she was holding her breath.

The medic continued on to suggest that the lady consider consulting a therapist, but then she surprised Kushina with her next remark, "You know, Tessa, incest isn't the high crime that it's been cranked up to be. Many of us are attracted to our sons, and in many cases a circumstance will arrive where we might act on it. It can be a really intimate and extremely natural and cherishing relationship between a mother and her young son, and it might set a great basis for future caring and affectionate relationships."

"Medic, you said 'us', are you saying..."

Now the medic was the one backed into a corner, and she reluctantly admitted to having a secret relationship with her own son during a camping trip when he was 20. They had been stuck in a tent for a day due to pouring rain, and he had persuaded her to smoke some pot with him, then a game of cards had turned into strip poker. She has forgotten how there was a dare involved, but they had ultimately ended up keeping themselves entertained the 3 days of that had followed. But, though somewhat embarrassed to be admitting it on the air, she had no regrets about any of it.

She felt that she had been provided a chance to grow very close to her son, as well as enjoy unbridled passion with a young virile man. And, to the present day, they would still search for moments to be alone sometimes, away from her husband and enjoy passionate intimacy.

Kushina was breathless. Goodness, had she really heard all that? How could a story of incest arouse her like this? She looked towards her son, and noticed him staring at her with his widened eyes and his mouth gaping open. She pulled the earphones off to hear if he was trying to tell her something.

Kushina gasped. The earphones were not jacked in properly. Given his close proximity, he obviously had to have heard everything.

To be continued…

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