"Wow uh… I really thought you went home," was the brilliant remark I summoned after about twenty seconds of intense thought.

"Oh my God," she groaned, covering her eyes in what I presume was disbelief.

"Can you keep this quiet? Please? It'd make it a lot harder to see Bana if-

"-Oh my god! Bana is yours?" she asked, dropping the hand.

At least she was keeping her voice down.

"Yeah uh…yeah," I replied awkwardly.

"Oh my god," she mumbled for the third time, covering her eyes this time with both hands.

In the pause, I noticed that she wasn't wearing much. A loose t-shirt and probably something underneath it, but nothing I could see. It was hot. Hana was hot. Long legs and a shapely face, big eyes with such a warm nature about her. She almost seemed as much a mother to Bana as Tsume, though here less often.

I'll remind you here I was drunk.

"Hana," I placed a hand on her shoulder and felt her stiffen. "Come on it's not that big a deal," I offered. She looked up at me, though not necessarily in a good way. "I mean, Bana's happy, your mom's happy, just… making each other happy right? That's all it is, right?"

"Naruto, it's not that simple," she argued, exasperated.

"Well maybe I'm just stupid then. I can't regret it though," I protested, even doubling down when she gave me a look. "Bana wouldn't exist if we hadn't, aren't you glad Bana exists?"

"Naruto that's not fair," she complained.

Speaking of the little rascal, that was the moment her door opened, and without thought, I dove through the bathroom door. I didn't even realize Hana was following me until I almost slammed the door on her. It wasn't a spacious room but she was definitely closer to me than she needed to be.

And here I'll remind you that I was wearing nothing but an undershirt. Oh fuck I hadn't put my pants back on? No wonder she wasn't looking at me. But then wait why was she still standing close to me? Also, why was she breathing so heavy? Ah, probably just nervous about Ban jiggling the handle.

That theory went out the window when she pressed her mouth to mine.

My eyes widened for the two seconds before I happily gave in. I'll repeat, Hana was seriously hot. She was for as long as I could remember, and shed only grown lovelier with age. Her in a loose shirt and not much else? Irresistible.

Her lips were like honey, so soft and smooth and sweet as I devoured them. The painstakingly muffled noises she made, the whispered huffing, were simply incredible. I couldn't even keep track of my own noises, probably would have been blubbering like a dumbass if she wasn't holding my mouth so firmly against mine.

I heard knocking and the mouth against mine went still as a statue. It wasn't on the door six inches to our left though, so probably nothing to worry about. I was proved right when the voices came through.

"Mom who's in the bathroom?"

"I- I don't know honey here come in and use mine. Hey! Why don't you sleep with me tonight like old times hm?"

The rest of the dialogue drowned out, muffled by a second door shutting between us.

As soon as it did I redoubled my efforts in attacking her mouth. The interruption threw her off balance and gave the initiative to me, she seemed to melt into my embrace. Her back gave no resistance as I tugged her against me, holding her firmly as my other hand came up to her shapely little ass. Soon my erect cock was grinding against the cozy fabric that fell past her waist like a half-finished dress.

God, there was just something about a girl wearing nothing but a shirt.

Though upon dipping under I felt that there was a pair of panties under. That was quickly amended. She gave no response to this action other than to groan a bit louder against my mouth. When the little cloth hit the floor I heaved her up into my arms, carrying her carefully across the narrow room until my goal was in reach.

The sharp hiss of the shower quickly dominated the room.

Instantly I felt her body relax, a lot. Feeling mischievous, I pushed her hard against the wall, delighting in the squeak of panic as my rod went right back against her. Her hands pulled up to grab my shoulders, holding on firmly as I lined up with her. Then nothing happened.

I held still as a statue, from the neck down anyway, delighting in her increasing squirming and not moving until she tried to finagle it inside herself. Then with a sharp thrust and with NO warning, I buried myself to the hilt in that spectacular woman.

She squealed.

And she kept squealing as I rocked in and out and in and out at an aggressive pace, dominating the lovely big sis I'd known so long. There was something about that. I know she saw me as a kid, at the very least she had for the vast majority of our time knowing each other. Now though I got to show her just how much of a man I was. Just how much I'd grown up.

She certainly sounded impressed, though I'd yet to hear an actual coherent word. Her hold wasn't tight anymore, just the opposite, it felt almost like fucking a ragdoll, I might have even been worried enough to stop if I wasn't drunk. Also if she wasn't groaning in utter euphoria.

God this was unbelievable, this was so great. Fucking two girls on the same day was one thing, fucking a mother and her daughter? It was insane! How the hell was I supposed to deny that! Fuck Tsume would probably be pissed though. Ah well, she'd never know. Besides, I had to keep Hana quiet, for Bana's sake. It was selfless really to fuck this gorgeous older woman against her bathroom wall.

She finally gripped me tighter when she came, squeezing me a lot tighter down below.

I groaned throatily into her mouth as I came.

The second the kiss broke she looked like a bucket of water dumped on her.

"Oh my god… oh my god Naruto what is wrong with you?" she hissed quietly after I put her down.

"Now granted I'm drunk, but you kissed me, right?"

"I- for fuck's sake Naruto I'm married!" she spewed, as if I didn't know.

"I don't mind,"

"You don't-" she sighed. "God forget it, let's just shower and get you out of here," she added, in a tone of utter defeat. Still, she let me under the water with her, and she didn't chastise me for eye fucking her throughout the wash. Not even when my dangling cock slowly tugged upwards to point at her. After I caught her staring I raised an eyebrow, but this only seemed to depress her.

"God I am scum," she mumbled.

"Oh you are not," I retorted soundly. "You're one of the most caring, warm, incredible women I know," I insisted, staring firmly at her to try to get her eye contact.

The words didn't seem to make her feel better.

"Hey come on Hana, I'm not just saying that," I insisted, grabbing her jaw to make her look at me. Her face seemed to perk up just the slightest bit, those delicious dampened lips opened just a smidge. I kissed her again, and again, she melted against my embrace.

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