Mikoto had spared no expense for her dream wedding. She had once thought that her previous wedding, so many decades ago, had been her one true wedding, but her nuptials to Naruto had proven her so deliciously wrong. No favor was too expensive or song too raucous, every citizen of the town either pitied her, felt neutral towards the nuptials, or felt so strongly disgusted that they just stayed away, and more people than expected had showed up. A party was a party!
In her wedding best, Mikoto sat daintily in the kitchen of Sasuke's and Sakura's home. Sakura, practically forced to be a bridesmaid, was draped in a sickly-sweet lavender fabric. Sakura's daughter was upstairs and tucked into her bed, long asleep even before their parents left for the wedding. Mikoto had been adamant that her granddaughter attends her wedding, but Sakura had been even more ferocious in her fight. Citing her early bedtime, Sakura had insisted that it would be detrimental for Sarada's health, and though the wedding wasn't too late in nature, Sakura had been accurate in predicting that the wedding would get wildly out of hand and last throughout the night. Mikoto had seen the logic and, though Naruto would have liked the little brat at the wedding, she had tactfully left them out. Mikoto knew how to pick her battles, and the one battle that Sakura could not win was the palest pink theme color that Mikoto had wanted for her wedding.
Sakura hated the color on her, but it was Mikoto's day to shine, and as such she was stuck in this dress. Sasuke got a normal tuxedo, as did Naruto, but Sakura was not so lucky. As they trooped into the kitchen, almost in single file, Sakura collapsed into a chair in exhaustion. Sasuke laid a hand on her shoulder, as if to say that he too was tired beyond belief. Sakura wasn't quite sure how Sasuke felt about the unholy union of his own mother and his childhood friend, but he was taking it fairly well. His outlook, she guessed, was that if it made his mother happy, it didn't matter how truly twisted the relationship was.
Mikoto's luscious dress poofed around her as she sat down, and Naruto rushed to aid her. What a gentleman, Sakura thought sarcastically. Naruto offered his new bride his arm, smiling down at her adoringly. Sakura shifted, uncomfortable. He had never looked at Sakura that way…not that she wanted him to. But it was still unsettling to think that Naruto's affection for Mikoto was genuine, as Sakura had ultimately decided that it wasn't. She was forced to look away. Naruto noticed this out of the corner of his eye.
"I suppose I'm your stepfather now, son." Naruto quipped to Sasuke, grinning winningly at him. Sakura shifted uncomfortably, but Naruto ignored this as he looked at her with yet another smirk. "And I'm your… father-in-law?" He questioned; family trees had always been complicated around here. He shrugged it off, grinning at his bride, who looked absolutely lovely in her newly married attire. "You know, I was thinking… if you want to stay close to your granddaughter, love…" Sakura knew what was coming, or at least, she had this block of dread in her stomach that gave her a good idea of what he'd say. She shut her eyes, hoping against hope that he wouldn't say what she thought he would.
"…I could move in here, instead of you moving in with me." Naruto finished, raising his eyebrows empathetically. "I wouldn't want you to have to move all the way across town, after all, just to see your son and his daughter." He was playing to Mikoto, obviously, Sakura griped in her head. He was obviously trying to appear to be the thoughtful and considerate husband, when she knew that, really, he wasn't. But Mikoto had no idea, and her eyes shined as if she had been hoping he would say that very thing.
"Oh, that would be great!" Mikoto enthused, turning wildly to Sasuke with such hope in her eyes that Sasuke only smiled and nodded. He couldn't say no to his elderly mother, not when she was so happy… this was her day, after all. Sakura, meanwhile, had a polite smile pasted to her face and a lividly hot anger inside of her. She wanted to berate her husband, but now was neither the time nor place. Actually, she realized, she might not ever be able to properly discuss this with him, now that Naruto was part of the family. She hated saying those words, part of the family, but it was true, in a sense.
Sakura found that she wanted to crush Mikoto's joy and Naruto's smirk, but the only acceptable thing to say was, "Sasuke, I'm so tired… can we go to bed?" She pouted a tiny bit at her husband, and Sasuke turned from the new couple to his diligent wife. He nodded, taking her hand gently and leading her up. With a sick jolt, Sakura looked back and realized that Naruto, and by extension MIkoto, were following them to the hall that led to the bedrooms. Sakura hurriedly turned around before Naruto could give her a triumphant smirk, but she felt it burn into her back.
She actually cut in front of Sasuke to enter their bedroom, wanting to be rid of Naruto as soon as possible. Sasuke raised his eyebrows in surprise but didn't react much more than that, as he chalked it up to her exhausted state. Poor thing, he reasoned, had had to stand through the extensive ceremony. He ignored the fact that she was on her feet all day taking care of his daughter. Sakura sighed and began to get changed for bed.
Next door, a very different scene was beginning to play out. Mikoto, giddy from the champagne-and-kissed filled evening, was giggling as Naruto nibbled on her neck. They were being playful, this was just a glimpse of foreplay, really, but it felt wonderful to the sexually starved Mikoto, who hadn't really enjoyed sexual pleasure in quite a long while. She relished in this, as she had throughout the wedding, in the knowledge that Naruto could have any young hot thing he desired. He had chosen, however, not a platinum blond with a fresh dye job and pair of breasts, but Mikoto herself. She felt extremely lucky, to put it mildly and frankly.
She mewled playfully, batting Naruto's hand away as he grabbed her ass, which was surprisingly plump for her age. Naruto smiled indulgently, smacking her ass once more before half dragging her to the bed. Mikoto dug her heels in, a worried look flitting across her face. She opened her mouth hesitantly to tell him, but Naruto shook his head with an understanding smile. "I understand, love… it's been a while, right?" Mikoto blushed feverishly but nodded, not making eye contact. They had waited to do the good stuff until marriage, like everyone should. Naruto kissed Mikoto's forehead tenderly, with such a beautiful hum in his throat that MIkoto almost felt like crying. It was moments like these that made her believe that everything awful that came with this relationship, the whispers, the nasty looks from other people, was all worth it. Because in the end, for one reason or another, Naruto loved her.
And Mikoto was content enough with that. His authenticity was so hard to deny that she was happy in her choices, even if they were debated by many. Why, just that night, at her wedding, a drunken woman had scolded her for being so out of line. Luckily, Naruto had diverted the woman with tact and a strong hand. And though it had been a stain on her mind, she had been able to cast it aside in light of her beautiful life.
"So beautiful." Naruto murmured, breaking into Mikoto's thoughts. It was as if he knew exactly what she was thinking, Mikoto reflected, and had purposefully needed to remind her of her worth. In actuality, Naruto was just trying to bring her attention back to where it rightfully belonged… their wild night ahead. He knew she was older, and therefore might have a decreased libido, but from the way she acted around him (like a precocious, giggly teenage girl) he knew she could handle it. He was about ready to start now, or at least dive into some foreplay, because his goal was to get Mikoto loud enough for Sasuke or Sakura, or both, to hear. Naruto was devious and had planned to keep the couple next door up into the early morning hours. Mikoto, of course, had no idea of any plan, and was only eager to have Naruto all to herself… at last.
"Shhh." Mikoto hushed him, not meaning the gesture at all. Naruto picked up on this easily, the way she pressed her own fingers to his lips was not convincing and tackled her gently onto the bed before she had the chance to unzip her dress at all. He wanted this to be slow, building, and the climax lengthy and worthwhile. He rarely took the time with anyone at all to do such things, but Mikoto was not a quickie from a married woman. She was his married woman now.
And for some strange reason, that meant more to him than any of the girls he'd conquered in the past, no matter how pretty or difficult they had been to obtain. Seeing Mikoto glow with a happiness he'd never before witnessed was stunning and knowing that he had put that glow there in the first place made him happier than he had perhaps ever been. It was as if his ideal woman had been handed to him on a plate. Okay, maybe not that far, but he'd loved her enough to marry her, hadn't he? While there was plenty of room for manipulating Sasuke and Sakura, his new stepson and daughter-in-law, officially, he had initially liked the idea of dating Mikoto because she had an appeal that was unique.
"I can't compliment my new wife?" He asked, smiling as he saw the beaming grin that his words inspired on Mikoto's face. Obviously, she was still a bit stunned that her life was what it was. "It's hard to believe, that you're mine." He said, mirroring her own thoughts effectively. It only reinforced Mikoto's idea that he could practically read her mind. She purred as he stroked her face and giggled a tiny bit as she felt his erection pressing against the satin of her dress that covered her stomach. His pants were tight enough as it were, that was the fashion of dress pants these days, but the bulge certainly wasn't helping.
"Calm yourself." She teased him exuberantly, relishing the attention he was paying her. It seemed as though she was the center of his universe, and she was completely okay with that. In her wedding dress and with makeup and hair done by professionals, she knew she looked stunning, perhaps even better than her daughter in law Sakura… of course, she'd never say anything aloud about it. But the point was that tonight she was radiant, and she reveled in it almost as much as Naruto's attention.
Mikoto smiled up at him, Naruto had climbed on top of her to cuddle. He had a look of concern for a moment as he bit his lip, always a turn on for Mikoto, who loved it when he did that. "Are you tired? We can always just go to sl-"
She silenced him with an indulgent kiss, as though she were humoring him. His tongue lazily traced the outline of her lips, and Mikoto felt her arousal grow. Naruto was so thoughtful, MIkoto thought affectionately. That reminded her. She gently pushed him away, and though he had a look of concern at the sudden stop of kissing she quickly silenced his fears. "I just wanted to say thank you for… for being so thoughtful. Moving here is a huge thing, I know. I know you don't have grandchildren, but you still understand why I need to be close to them, and that's… it means so much to me." Naruto listened patiently, though he was surprised that she had halted their foreplay to tell him this. He had known she would appreciate it, but still.
"Shhh. I love you, and I know how much your family means to you." Naruto reassured her gently, stroking her cheek devotedly. "I never had a family. Not a good one, anyway. But you're my family now."
Mikoto nodded tearfully, smiling a small smile at her husband. It was such a tender moment that it nearly blindsided Mikoto when Naruto kissed her passionately after a few seconds. She welcomed it, however, because despite the long day and the emotions swirling around in her head, she was still a horny woman, and this delicious man was her husband. She kissed him feverishly, her breath rough and raspy. This only made Naruto's erection strain tighter against his pants, and he groaned against her sweet lips.
"Help…" Nartuo whispered sexily into Mikoto's ear, his bulge pressing against her thigh in an erotic manner. "Please." He begged his wife, in such a desperate and pleading voice that she immediately allowed her hand to slip into his pants. She almost immediately pulled it out. Once she had made contact with the large throbbing member and attempted to wrap her hand around it, she realized she couldn't. In shock she withdrew her hand, and Naruto immediately assessed her face for problems. His questioning eyes latched onto hers and she blushed from the neck up.
"You're just… so… so…"
"Is it too much? I'm sorry, I said we didn't have to do this tonight…" Naruto reassured her, now worried that (for some reason) she had changed her mind about the crazy wedding night sex or that he had intimidated her in a way he hadn't anticipated.
"No, you're… just… huge." Mikoto stammered, and to her bewilderment Naruto grinned devilishly, his worries now put to rest.
"But love, you haven't even seen it yet." He insisted with a smirk, his stance that of a predator. He kissed her hotly, and her body automatically responded by curving into his. She could still feel the hugeness of him pressing against her stomach and, though she still felt a sense of dread at how large he was, she was also eagerly anticipating how he might feel inside of her, stretching her out to a point of bliss.
Mikoto caught herself thinking that and blushed perhaps even redder. Naruto chuckled at the coloring and kissed her from her forehead to her chin, his lips sliding down her skin. He nipped at her neck affectionately, and she made a mewling noise of approval in reply. Every time he gave her attention like this, it made her feel luxurious in a way no fur coat or expensive makeup could. He made her feel desirable, and in his arms, she felt so beautiful that she felt she could never repay him for this boost in confidence.
Naruto continued his journey down to her Double D breasts, and he kissed the thin satin area in between her breasts. "No bra?" He had already noticed this during the ceremony and suspected Mikoto had done it just for his pleasure, but he wasn't sure. The little chuckle, embarrassed and admitting, made him think that he had been right. He laughed lightly, stroking her spine as he licked her nipples through the fabric. "So naughty, love." He growled, biting her nipple gently. He watched it spring from soft to erect and then did the same to the other. For some reason, the way her nipples pressed urgently against the creamy silk was perhaps the best sight he'd ever seen. Then again, he had yet to see her naked… but all in due time.
He felt his cock swell once more at the thought, but he tried to calm himself so he could continue pleasuring her. She was squirming now, tugging her fingers through his hair in bliss. "Mmph." She sighed in pleasure as Naruto bit down a bit harder on her left nipple. He grinned at her noises and then suckled on her neck while teasing her nipples with his fingers. She made louder noises, but it was only the beginning for them. Naruto would have her screaming by the early hours of the morning, and either Sasuke or Sakura, maybe both, if he were truly lucky, would hear the blissful screams of Mikoto. What a reward.
His wife's body undulated as she spread her legs, obviously eager. He teased her slowly and without remorse, pressing his throbbing erection (still concealed by his pants) against her moist panties. The skirt was thankfully unlined, but still they swam in a sea of satin as he pulled up the skirt. It must have been a very erotic sight, but neither was thinking of that. They were only thinking about pleasure, pure and simple.
He kissed her inner thighs, twisting her garter around in his manly hand. He bit the lace on top of the stockings, his tongue playing on her skin like fingers on a piano. "Beautiful." He murmured, his tongue flicking across the top of her panties. She tittered, sighing in ecstasy.
"Mmmph. Please." Mikoto urged. Naruto, ever happy to oblige, took the top of her panties in his teeth and dragged them down painfully slowly. His tongue caressed her puffy lips and finally slipped in between to suck on her clit. She grabbed his hair and yanked lightly, arching her back in approval. He heard her utter a cuss word and grinned even as he tasted her, because he knew she wasn't one to use curse words.
He knew he was good, but it was another thing to make his matronly bride cuss. It delighted him to no end.
Still, he withdrew from this, no matter how good she tasted, and kissed her with her juices still on his lips. Some would find it gross, perhaps, but Mikoto blushed and pressed her tongue against his. Despite her age, it wasn't as wrinkly and worm like as one would expect, and even if it was objectively an old woman's tongue, Naruto didn't mind it a bit, not when it was scraping across his teeth and dancing around with his.
He slyly pulled his erection out of his pants. It lolled out and settled on Mikoto's thighs, which she noticed immediately. Her eyes widened at the size of it, and her eyebrows raised so that she had even more wrinkles on her forehead than usual. Though she looked remarkably good for someone as old as herself, there was no denying her age. Naruto didn't mind, however, despite the age difference. He watched as Mikoto's eyes went from narrow to as wide as plates.
Naruto watched as Mikoto shook her head, as if disbelieving of what was in front of her. Naruto chuckled and reached for her hand. Mikoto recoiled slightly, causing Naruto to freeze with a frown on his face. Was she really so scared of his size? But in the next few moments, Mikoto came to her senses and placed her hand in his, so that he could guide her. It was only when Mikoto actually touched Naruto's enormous cock that she realized it was something real, tangible, and that this wasn't an odd sex dream. Still, the size was unreal, and she had actually flirted with the idea that she was dreaming the size up. But no, it was reality, and Naruto grinned as she took it in. She was quite obviously intimidated, and it was kind of adorable to Naruto, that a woman of her experience had such a visceral reaction his size.
"Oh!" Mikoto gasped. Naruto had moved and, as a result, she had glimpsed the size of his balls, which were also abnormally large. Naruto couldn't help but smirk.
"Is something wrong? We can stop." He assured her, though at the same time the hand that was not holding hers was stroking his erection. There was something about the size that made Mikoto both fear this night and eagerly anticipate it. It was an odd juxtaposition of feeling.
Despite being quite obviously erect, his member still had a nice curve to it that Mikoto had never seen before. She almost reverentially reached out to touch it. Naruto smiled; she had the tenderness she would if she had tried to touch a baby bird. It was both cute and annoying to him that such an old woman would act so innocently towards something so sexual. He knew she wasn't feigning admiration, but still, he wished she would just go on with it instead of staring. It made him just the smallest bit uncomfortable, for her to be fixated on his erection as one might be a famous painting. "Mikoto?" He said, fighting to keep any impatience out of his voice. She looked up and he sighed in relief. He had worried about her libido, she was much, much older than he was, and he had not been completely sure of how this would play out. It had been a risk on his part, but Naruto had decided to take it.
"Yes?" She asked, finally, after it became clear Naruto had nothing else to say.
Naruto's answer was not verbal. Instead, he casually flipped her over. Her breathing became raggedy, and he smiled as he heard her irregular breathing. He carefully bent down over her, his enormous erection pressing at her ass. He took the zipper of her dress, he'd made sure of that one tiny detail for her dress, just for this moment alone, in his teeth and gently tugged it downwards. As he did so, he felt her body shudder in anticipation. Naruto was content to get such a cute reaction. He put his hands under her, to help support her aching body, and tugged the zipper all the way down to the top of her ass. He noticed with some satisfaction that she was wearing some special wedding night lingerie, the kind that was outrageously sexy but innocent looking at the same time. White lace made the lingerie trashy, but the bows on either side of Mikoto's hips made her seem girlish and not sexual.
Then again, even with the aid of layers of makeup Mikoto's face wasn't too good at summoning that 'come hither' glance that younger women were so good at. It wasn't necessarily a youthful feature, but Mikoto had long since lost the ability to draw men near with a single coy glance. Still, she had netted Naruto, hadn't she? That counted for something. So, she put on her best sexy face and glanced over her shoulder at him, as if telling him to hurry up.
Naruto did no such thing. He took his sweet time, as usual, shimmying the top half of the dress off of his bride. The bottom skirt was just layers and layers of tulle, which fanned around them both like a sea of silvery white satin. He ran his nose along the line of her back, feeling her shiver under him. He wanted to take his time with her, and though she was quite obviously impatient for something concrete to happen, he enjoyed playing with her.
She wasn't having it, however. She briefly thought to herself, 'he knows I could keel over at any minute, yet he toys with me? What if he gives this poor old woman a heart attack?!' Mikoto was a tad grumpy about his slow pace, but there was another part of her that appreciated the slow buildup Naruto was tediously adding to with every minute. "Naruto." Mikoto whined, throat dry and parched.
Naruto sighed and nodded, his nose brushing her skin, and ran his hands over her lingerie. He felt her nipples perk up once more from a simple touch this time and he knew that the prolonged foreplay had been worth it, her body was extra sensitive. He had worried that, because she was as old as she was, Mikoto's body would have slowly gone numb to sexual attention over the years. Luckily, even if this were the case, Naruto's skill had once again prevailed over mother nature.
Now finally validated, Naruto was ready to segue into the main event. His erection, which had been freely out this entire time, stiffened even further as Naruto savagely slipped off her lingerie bra, which didn't leave much to the imagination anyway. He heard a ripping noise but ignored it, even as Mikoto looked around to find the source, he could buy her plenty of other lingerie in the future, if she liked. Naruto earned a very hefty salary as Konoha's Hokage, and besides that, he would soon make Mikoto forget about any clothing malfunctions as a result of his own passion.
He kissed her neck and bit it with a hint of roughness, his canines scraping her wrinkles tenderly. Her age genuinely didn't bother him too much, she was a woman, after all, and if anything she had more experience than the so called "prettier" youthful women of the village. Though he had plans to see just how experienced she truly was, tonight was his night to give her the ultimate pleasure. Naruto, still in his sharp shirt and tie, was now naked from the waist down, the lines of his sculpted muscles pointing to his thick erection, which topped the records in both length and impressiveness.
Mikoto gulped and squirmed, but Naruto had soon pressed his erection against her ass once more and was fondling her breasts from behind. Her head was turned so that she could lay on the pillow and look at him, and she made tiny noises of pleasure while he tweaked her nipples and maintained eye contact. Still, while Naruto appreciated these tiny noises of reassurance, he still wanted Mikoto to jump on him in a horny fury. He hadn't really checked his expectations very well, so now he was a bit disappointed that she was laying there like any normal woman. Still, he was determined to give his wife one hell of a night.
Without warning, he slipped his fingers down her skirt and into her slick pussy. He was going to have to prepare her for his entry, because he didn't want to hurt her too badly and, for such an old woman, she was surprisingly tight. Still, she was fairly loose, but she would need to be even looser to accept his erection into her pussy. Ignoring her sudden mewls, he used two fingers to press against her walls to widen her entrance. Mikoto made a noise that was part protest but mostly encouragement and turned to see Naruto teasing the head of his member on her clit. Though the stimulation wasn't anything out of the ordinary, Naruto was staring dead into Mikoto's eyes, which made her pussy suddenly slicken with a surprising amount of arousal.
Mikoto, completely unprepared, felt the head of his cock slip into her. She moaned loudly, and Naruto used all of his muscular strength to stop with only the tip in. She clutched at the sheets, clawing at the pillows and desperately but urgently saying his name. "Naruto, please, oh, Naruto…" Naruto smiled contentedly, she would need to be louder to get him to play along, but this was a decent start.
He pushed himself in further, and Mikoto gave a cry of pain and pleasure. It was such a strong mixture of the two that Mikoto found herself accepting both. She had no thoughts for her son or her daughter in law, both of which were sleeping in the next room… or, in Sasuke's case, trying to sleep. Sakura, who had full knowledge of what game Naruto was trying to play, had knocked back quite a few sleeping pills so that she could rest seamlessly throughout the night.
Sasuke, who had not understood this abnormal use of sleeping aids, now wished he had taken some earlier. Still, he refused to take any, it was late at night and they would mess up his sleep cycle. But as the sounds of pleasure, and they were all in the girlish tone of his mother, he realized, ratcheted up a few notches, Sasuke found himself closing his eyes and trying to shut them out.
Naruto, now buried in Mikoto up to the hilt, was simply resting inside of her while Mikoto writhed around in sheer pleasure. He hadn't anticipated that she would love his width so much that just being inside of her would make her roll around orgasmically, but he calmly waited it out. As soon as her breathing calmed a bit, Naruto started bucking his hips madly, fucking her doggy style. This sex, however, was much different from his usual conquest or two. Yes, he was fucking her recklessly, but he held her body close to his and suckled on her skin while he did so, even kissing her lips fiercely.
Mikoto tried to move around, but Naruto had already decided that tonight he would give her pleasure and would not allow reciprocation. He hummed, "shhhhh" to her, even as his smile grew as her screams got louder and louder. He knew that, had anyone in the house been sleeping, they surely were not now. He switched positions, making her lie flat on her back, and lifted her legs until they were nearly in a split. Mikoto was amazed at her body's sudden flexibility, but it was true that her muscles were warm and ready for Naruto's touch.
He kissed her savagely as he forced himself inside of her deeper, and all of a sudden it was as if he had hit a soft spot within the older woman. She screamed, a true scream this time, and though Naruto halted his movement Mikoto started to beg for more. It was then that he realized that the scream hadn't been of pain but of primal need. Naruto beamed and nibbled on her lips and neck as he continued to ramp up her pleasure. Before the night was over, he'd give her several climaxes in a row, something rare for her, and something rare for many older women.
Sasuke, however, was given the gift of a very sleepless night, though he felt as though he were living in a nightmare. Although, it stirred something dee inside, he tried his best to ignore that though.
"Naruto!" Mikoto moaned, her hands shaking as she flailed about in search of the headboard. Usually her aged, wrinkled hands trembled slightly anyway, but compared to her usual shaking this felt like an earthquake. The only thing her hand connected with was the upper half of her husband, which was still impeccably dressed in a sharp suit and button-down shirt. Frantically his wife, who was stripped down to the expensive lingerie she had bought explicitly for this night, began to unbutton his shirt. She was doing a sloppy job, as Naruto was currently rocking her body, and the bed as a result, violently.
Still, she persevered, not thinking this situation fair as it was. She was stripped down and exposed, her stretch marks and wrinkles in full display… even in the dim lighting that filtered through the thin curtains from the full moon outside. But Naruto, who was still passionately fucking her, was almost fully clothed, as it was easy to pull his cock barely out of his pants to get access to her. He looked dashing, but Mikoto longed for the skin on skin feeling. She had always equated being naked with closeness, and because of this deeply rooted belief she wanted him to be as bare as she was. "I feel so… underdressed." She teased him, giving her voice a sensual rasp that it rarely ever had outside of the bedroom.
Naruto didn't have the heart to tell her that the effect was semi-ruined by the jerky way his movements interrupted her sexy talk. Not that the effect was entirely displeasing to him, it didn't take away from his pleasure one bit. It was almost adorable, how this seasoned older woman was making an effort for her new husband. He had a lot of experience with women who just laid back and expected to be fucked into an orgasm without once uttering any encouragement to him, but Mikoto was shattering those preconceived stereotypes. Luckily, he realized, he would never have to deal with those types of women again. His wife was obviously eager to please him, and he found this very attractive. Naruto felt himself harden impossibly inside of her loose entrance. Granted, he was enjoying himself despite the years of use her pussy had endured. It wasn't about the tightness of the pussy for him, it was the woman attached to it, and he was very psychologically attracted to Mikoto.
And so, he allowed her to fumble with his slick buttons as he continued fucking her. He slowed his pace a little bit when he realized she was having serious trouble undoing the buttons, but he still punctuated each thrust with a loving kiss to the side of her neck. She had some tiny flaps of skin, which was due to her age, but he still kissed such sagging areas with as much love as he would taut skin. He was coming to a realization that age didn't matter when love was involved. He had already known this, to an extent, but he was only just now accepting such a bold belief. He realized that many people looked at them with disgust or judgement, but as he made love to his new wife he realized just how little he cared about other people's opinions.
This re-invigorated him and instilled in Naruto a newfound passion for the woman he was currently inside of. He watched her as she finally got through all of his buttons, panting loudly but with a wildly victorious look in her eyes. Despite her rising exhaustion, she seemed satisfied that she had finally accomplished such a small and menial task. She moved on to his pants, tugging them off with a little difficulty. Naruto was still inside of her, but somehow, she managed to get them off of him. He casually kicked the pants to the floor, slightly impressed that she had been able to get him completely naked. He usually had sex with his clothing on, and if anyone ever tried to remove his clothing- any piece of clothing, even a tie- he felt very uncomfortable and wouldn't allow it. But here he was, completely naked, and he didn't really mind, to his great surprise. He credited Mikoto with his sudden ease of being nude and kissed her thankfully, not that she would understand.
Mikoto, though she didn't understand the real meaning behind the kiss, was grateful for the reward. She laid back slightly, caressing the back of his neck with her wrinkled hands. She was in utter bliss, unused to such attention from such a young and handsome man. She felt as though her head would explode if she tried to grasp the concept of what was happening, and so she simply allowed things to happen without thinking about them. It was as if she was in an idealistic dream, even though she was sure she wasn't. He felt so real, and the sheets below her felt real… she supposed this wasn't a bad feeling. It was like floating, combined with intense pleasure and a daze that could only be brought on by the very best type of sex.
Funnily enough, Mikoto realized, they weren't currently doing anything too freaky. Naruto, while she was undoing his buttons, had subtly shifted from doggy to missionary position, and it was oddly satisfying for something that was seen as so ordinary. Her previous husband, God bless him, was not very good at pleasing her. He had been a man of old ideals, and as such expected pleasure from his wife without giving her much pleasure back. As such, this new wave of pleasure was completely new and amazing to Mikoto, who, even in her old age, had never truly experienced such pleasure before.
"We're even now, aren't we?" Naruto said boyishly, drawing Mikoto out of her hazy thoughts. She smiled up at him, hands pressed against his muscular chest as he rode her. She was beaming with radiance, and every part of her body seemed to glow with happiness. Naruto, surprised by such an ethereal response, grinned at her with amusement. It was as if she was lit from within. He'd never seen, or rarely seen, such radiance in anyone, especially a vixen so aged as she was. He likened her to a fine wine- aged but impeccably delicious.
Without warning she barked out his name, shimmying her hips in desperation. It was something Naruto had seen many times, the beginning of the climax, when women were desperate to achieve the heat of an orgasm they got a small taste of in the beginning. It was a bit comforting to realize that her pleasure followed the pre-rendered patterns that Naruto was familiar with, because if he had to learn a completely different set of signals he would have been less inept at making her scream. And he loved how she screamed, relentlessly and loudly. Mainly it was his name, but sometimes she shrieked or moaned without uttering any real words.
Next door, Sakura was still sleeping heavily, thanks to the aid of a few knockout sleeping aids. She had, from previous knowledge, expected the wedding night to be loud and raucous. Sasuke was not so lucky or prepared. He lay in bed, staring at the ceiling until his eyes burned and blurred from the concentration. For a while he had tried to sleep, had put a pillow over his head to muffle the sounds, but it hadn't worked as well as he had originally hoped. So he had ditched that pillow and curled into his wife's side. Sakura, knocked out, merely kept on sleeping even with her husband's shameful half-chub poking her. Sasuke envied her for perhaps the first time in their marriage. He wasn't by nature a jealous person, but he wanted that peace that she was feeling. Besides, he reasoned, the sounds coming from next door were even worse for him. Naruto was his old best friend, and MIkoto was his mother. Sure, MIkoto was Sakura's mother in law, but what kind of sentiment was stronger, a mother or a mother in law? Surely the former. And Naruto didn't have that connection to Sakura, so it wouldn't be that bad for her! She might have been bothered by the loud noises in her house, and if their poor daughter would overhear, but other than that Sasuke knew for sure in his mind that this was far more painful for himself than for her.
Mikoto, either uncaring or blissfully ignorant due to pleasure, was in ecstasy next door. Naruto had just finished all over her breasts, causing her to scream her approval. They cuddled for a very brief moment before Naruto was ready once more. He had a rapid turnabout rate, especially for a man, and it was also almost unheard of for a man his age. Mikoto found herself humbled by this display of sexual prowess and gladly allowed him to jam his cock, however massive, back into her now-slightly-throbbing pussy. Her age made her unable to match his stamina and endurance in the bedroom, but he was making her hot in ways that were not just purely physical. She was aroused by his tenderness with her, yet she saw peeks of his primal nature as he fucked her hard. Sometimes he let himself go, but mostly Naruto was great at controlling himself. Mikoto appreciated his method of focusing on his wife.
It was extremely thoughtful of him, MIkoto reflected. Suddenly she felt a tinge of pleasure and twitched a bit in surprise, glancing down. She had been so lost in her thoughts that she had been silent, and Naruto had taken such silence as a cue for him to rekindle Mikoto's arousal. His tongue was now circling her clit with reckless abandonment, he flicked his tongue against the throbbing pink bud and MIkoto twitched one more, back arching. She made a cute little noise of appreciation and squirmed as he increased his speed to further accelerate her pleasure.
She grabbed his hair and tugged, trying to get him to stop, and he obliged like the good husband he was. Even before she said it, he knew what she wanted. "More." She begged, just as he had predicted. Mikoto had previously been exhausted and ready to quit, but Naruto was very experienced with reviving pleasure and keeping the action going. He just had to allow a tiny bit of time in between orgasms and he had to rekindle the passion after that period of time.
Naruto was an expert in this, as evidenced by Mikoto's insistent pelvic thrusting. He chuckled at her, amused by her eagerness. Mikoto was annoyed for a moment, then realized that he was simply reacting to the carnal impulses he had brought out in Mikoto. She felt ashamed for being embarrassed and promptly made a cat-like mewling noise, pawing at his chest playfully and laughing loudly enough for Sasuke to hear through the thin walls. He was suddenly bombarded with images of Naruto and his naked mother, which was a shamefully hot image, he really needed to sort this out. He swiped at his eyelids, trying to get it away from him, and smacked his head in a vain attempt to get the images out. He tried to think of anything else but thinking of anything else was also extremely awkward and wrong after seeing such a weird vision of his mother and her new husband.
Sasuke didn't give his mother enough credit, her body was decent for her age, nor did he imagine how big Naruto truly was. Had Sasuke seen the size of Naruto, he might have experienced yet another new emotion, jealousy. Sasuke didn't have a micro penis, but he certainly wasn't gifted in that area. He groaned loudly, hoping they'd hear and stop their cavorting, but in that moment a scream erupted from the bedroom across the wall and eclipsed his own noise.
Naruto drove his hard, long cock into Mikoto without remorse and without any hesitation. He knew Sasuke was listening, he had to be, considering the lusciously earth-shaking noises that Mikoto was making. It was groundbreaking sex in every way, and it was only made better for Naruto by the fact that Sasuke was hearing every little quivering sigh and hot yelp that his mother made. Naruto nipped at Mikoto's nipple and she bounced on his cock in response, suddenly enthused more than ever. She felt her nipples harden in both a painful and enjoyable way. Even the slight pain Naruto brought (his cock was absolutely enormous, even for her widening pussy) was arousing her.
He hit a sweet spot and Mikoto hastily grabbed his chest, her nails scraping against his skin and leaving raw red marks. Naruto ignored the slight digging pain and thrust himself deeper, doing his best considering he was already buried in her to the hilt. Still, he could feel her pussy tightening around his cock. This surprised him, as he knew that the older a woman got the drier and less easily aroused. As a result, Naruto felt immense pride for making her somewhat flappy lips close around him like a vice. He chuckled to himself, though Mikoto didn't hear this over her own quickened breathing. She was enjoying herself, even if this was round four for both of them. It was as if it was a competition, and they were competing to see who could make the other orgasm first. Mikoto didn't dare voice such a thought aloud, but she felt as though Naruto was connected to her so deeply that he felt that competitive edge too.
She felt herself spasm as she came, and she laid back lavishly against the silky sheets and simply let it come. She didn't push it or try for a more intense orgasm, there would definitely be more time for that later. Naruto climaxed very briefly after, and Mikoto felt his hot cum slide into her pussy. She knew some would drip onto the sheets, Naruto's balls held quite a lot of the stuff, Mikoto assumed. She screamed his name and gripped the sheets so tightly that they ripped in three places, and she kept tugging as they experienced this intense pleasure together, as a married couple.
So far, she reflected in blissful hazy thoughts, he was definitely winning.
Naruto roughly grabbed her hair, catching Mikoto off guard, and pinned her face to the sheets in an impressive move that managed to get her from her back to on her knees face down. She bit the pillow as he slid himself back in, unhindered by the climaxing. He seemed to be testing how long they could both last, as if it were a fun experiment or contest. Mikoto knew that, when tested, Naruto would obviously last longer. He was decades younger and far more experienced, he had probably fucked a hundred women, Mikoto thought, all hot and young little things with large breasts and tight pussies. But he's mine, Mikoto realized, and smiled into the pillow as Naruto tugged at her black hair with glee and sexual satisfaction.
After a while it began to feel very monotonous in rhythm, with Naruto going at her in increasingly rough positions, slapping her ass hard and yanking at her hair in a way that implied his dominance quite clearly. Mikoto didn't mind, in fact, she felt herself slicken when she felt her own ass bounce as a result of his hands, and the hair pulling left a somewhat pleasant ache, as if to remind her of their wild night, because even if the cycles kept repeating, they had satisfying endings. The beginnings were always a bit rougher, as it was hard to re-excite herself, but Naruto helped with that immensely with his various techniques. He seemed to know exactly what to do. When Mikoto hit a plateau where she could no longer be aroused by a certain method, Naruto switched it up until Mikoto was begging once more.
She seemed to especially like the combination of fucking and simulation of her clit. While casually, almost lazily, thrusting into the tired Mikoto, Naruto would simply start stroking her clit with his knuckles. So casually, in fact, that she hardly noticed until the climax stages had started. These brief finales were the moments when Mikoto begged loudly and desperately, and any man would have found it pathetically exhilarating to have a woman so loudly asking for her man to finish her off. It was no less intoxicating for Naruto, because though he liked to think of himself as a god among men, he too was human, and he loved the way Mikoto grasped at his body in frenzied need and screamed at him to go faster. 'More' was another common command, and often when she did this Naruto would slow himself down. Though this was painful for he himself, it was worth the satisfying payoff. Because, though Mikoto would beg and beg, Naruto would remain indifferent, and would slow the pace so that the pleasure died down a little. This made Mikoto beg even more loudly for him to fuck her harder, which Naruto had no doubt Sasuke was currently listening to. With the noise they were making, there was no way Sasuke could not hear the ruckus. Naruto had seen Sakura slyly sneak some large sleeping pills into her mouth earlier, and though he was a bit bitter that she was not also hearing this display of the rawest affection, he also had admitted to himself that she was a thing of the past, a fleeting desire that he had satiated. Because that was all Sakura was to him, a conquest. He had wanted to fuck the married woman simply to prove he could, because the thrill of going behind Sasuke's back was thrilling and dangerous.
But now, with an older woman so obviously writhing in pleasure beneath him, barely able to breath but still shouting his name as encouragement, he saw that Sakura and even Hinata was just a phase that he had had and now could move past. He had no desire to fuck them anymore, to watch Hinata's oversized tits bounce around in a sinful way in front of his face or watch Sakura's phat ass bounce on his cock. He had no desire to watch their faces and savor the hatred in her eyes. Because this love that Mikoto was showing made for much better sex and a much better life. Besides, if he ever changed his mind, which he doubted he ever would, Sakura was conveniently located in the very same house and Hinata was addicted to him and would never stray far. As if, Naruto was satisfied with having his Mikoto looking sweaty and tired underneath him, but it didn't change him, he still wanted to play with his pet, Hinata, he still wanted to make Sakura his pet eventually too, and maybe he'd go even further in his conquests. Obviously, Naruto just had to get Mikoto so addicted, so submissive towards him that she'd be fine with it all. After all, if his lovely wife wasn't okay with it then maybe he'd have to reconsider is goals.
Mikoto gestured to Naruto to stop, and he obliged. "I need a break." MIkoto admitted warily, afraid of his reaction. But Naruto just shrugged and laid on her languidly, patting her hair back into its usual place with an affection that can only be achieved between two people who have countless rounds of sex. That's what Naruto thought, anyway. He was basically spooning her, or humping her perhaps, because they had been in the middle of a furious doggy style fuck when Mikoto had told him to stop.
He watched her as she closed her eyes and focused on her breathing. "You're a great ride, babe." He said smoothly and slyly, knowing that this was the classiest version of dirty talk he could do without upsetting her. In the throes of passion, it was okay to call her the worst things, and he'd certainly test the limits in this next round. It was the ultimate turn on for some girls to be called derogatory things, and he was determined to test out nearly every sexual quirk on this one night. He knew it was probably unreasonable, but he wanted to find out very early on what made Mikoto tick sexually. So far, it was the same as other women, but he was amazed at how well she handled his abnormally large cock.
MIkoto blushed. "I'm not really doing much, though, am I? You take control a lot." She noted, nibbling on his neck as she twisted around to talk to him. She licked his lips and smiled at the musky taste, bringing her fingers to her lips in bliss. "I like it." She purred, her hands suggestively tracing the lines of his bare-naked chest. "I like it a lot."
She was making him horny and impatient, a dangerous combination, and he knew she knew it. He grinned. "So, your break is over now, I take it?" He asked sarcastically, taking note of the way she was rubbing on him once more. "Is that safe to say?" He was amused by her somewhat quick sexual metabolism, as she seemed more than ready after only a few minutes of recuperation. For her age, she sure was good at sex, Naruto thought.
"That's safe to assume." She growled softly, kissing his chest gently and greedily at the same time. She liked these interludes, periods of rest as she referred to them in her mind, because together they could be tender when they weren't fucking. She understood Naruto's boyish need for sexual satisfaction, but his libido was simply too much for her. These little breaks made a world of difference for her stamina, because if he kept ramping up the pleasure factor then she would surely climax before she was ready, resulting in the sudden fatigue she had been experiencing after each orgasm took hold. But she knew herself well enough to know how to combat this tiredness… the only problem, however, was that Naruto was so starved for her that he didn't really encourage such breaks. Mikoto needed them, but she understood that he wanted her over and over again, to ravage her as seamlessly as he would a younger woman with much higher libido. Mikoto doubted she matched his endurance when it came to fucking, but she was certainly trying her best to keep up, and she knew Naruto would appreciate this if he noticed it.
Pretty soon Naruto grew tired of cuddling. Besides, this quiet interlude surely gave Sasuke relief, and Naruto found it irritating that Sasuke would have a chance to fall asleep. Sasuke, next door, was anxiously waiting for the moment the noises would return. If he knew Naruto at all, which he did, and very intimately, he thought, he knew that his old friend would be back at it as soon as possible. Despite the fact that his mother was very old compared to Naruto's usual girl companions, Sasuke knew the age gap would have no difference on Naruto's rebound rate. It may have been odd that Sasuke knew this, but it wasn't, really, because Naruto was actually known for his sexual stamina around the town. Of course, it was said in whispers, but nonetheless the people who repeated it took one look at the huge bulge in his tight pants and agreed that Naruto indeed would tire any woman he met, eventually. He would outlast them and fuck them so hard that they wouldn't be able to walk in the morning. He was like a local legend in that right, and Sasuke knew that a few bets had been placed on how long Mikoto and Naruto would last… considering how different their libido levels were. Some older women, who knew the struggles of lost time and lessened libido, had bet that Mikoto would not be enough to satisfy the handsome younger man… and that he would eventually cheat or simply leave her, despite the damage to her reputation in doing so.
Sasuke sighed, twisting around in the sheets. He stroked Sakura's arm, feeling his eyes close. Was this it? Sasuke wondered. Would he actually be able to sleep tonight? He felt the sweet taste of relief grip him tightly, and he allowed his tense body to relax into the blankets like butter slowly melting. The tension of his muscles ebbed but slowly released, and he found his conscious mind slipping into sleep. As if realizing that Sasuke was on the verge of dozing, a sharply worded shout made him sit up in alarm, as if jolted from a nightmare. In this case, though, it was a case of being jolted from a dream and being placed into a nightmare shortly thereafter. Sasuke once more realized where he was and gritted his teeth, pulling at his hair in frustration as he heard Naruto's name repeated countless times in his mother's voice. It was a tone he had never heard from her before.
He was not a child that had a story of walking in on his parents. Many of his friends had caught their parents 'wrestling', but Sasuke had no such experience. His former father, his real father, he reminded himself, had not been one for sin. He had been hardworking and blunt, which Sasuke had grown to admire, and did in no way possess the braggadocio that Naruto was known for. So, this tone, this desperate need in his mother's voice, was jarring to hear. Sakura, he realized very suddenly with alarm, didn't have that tone when they themselves were having sex. The passion from next door sounded fiery and raw, but Sakura was always very calculated when riding Sasuke. He wondered about the reason but quickly dismissed it, did he really want to make her scream so loudly that she woke poor little Sarada? No. Of course not. That wasn't a reasonable thing for parents to do, and he felt a little annoyed at Naruto and his mother for not thinking of it.
Mikoto, blissfully ignorant to her son's concerns and annoyances, was currently being pushed into the comforter face down by Naruto, who slipped his cock in and out of her pussy. It was considerably drier than earlier, but this kind of friction made him groan all the more. Mikoto felt this roughness and embraced it, her breasts bouncing about wildly as Naruto thrusted his hips and threw back his sweaty blonde hair. "You like that, you whore?" He hissed, catching Mikoto unawares. She lifted her head from the pillow, but he quickly shoved it back down. She felt degraded and looked down upon, and yet the pleasure mixed with such humiliation in a way that was entirely new to Mikoto, despite her age and experience.
And she loved it. She felt her mouth salivate and her pussy slicken as he continued his assault of words. "Bitch. God, fuck, you slut, you're so fucking tight." Naruto's velvety voice sounded odd when wrapped around such words, but the perversion of it all pleasured Mikoto very much. The only problem was, she was slowly starting to lose control of her body. She was so exhausted that the noises, which had had a very brief but loud revival, soon died once more, and the only noise was the sound of Naruto's breathing and the slap of flesh on flesh as he fucked her mercilessly. "Mmmm." Naruto hummed, not seeming to notice.
But he had noticed, though Mikoto wasn't aware of it. He was so close to winning this little game, this test of his strength. He had made his new wife start to actually pass out, and this brought him an immense pleasure that he hadn't really thought he could hold. His cock was very abruptly hard as rocks, and while Mikoto normally would have noticed such a shift in his erection, she was in the process of blacking out. Her eyelids fluttered and she tried to push through the haze, but she was, if she was truthful with herself, absolutely exhausted. So exhausted, in fact, that the noises she had made earlier, the begging and the whining and the sexy sounds to encourage her husband, had died completely in a very unceremonious but sudden way.
Sasuke, once more lulled into a doze, was counting the seconds with dread until his mother would once more scream out Naruto's name with a lust that Sasuke was unfamiliar with, especially when associating it with his aging mother. It wasn't right to picture her like that, and so he decided not to. But as the silence lengthened, Sasuke's mood lifted. With every minute he felt better about everything, and soon he decided to peek in on the couple and make sure they were soundly asleep. He began to recall with fondness his first night with Sakura. Such a romp had been a once in a lifetime deal, and he began to regret the way he had resented his mother and Naruto earlier and throughout the long night.
He padded softly down the hallway, crossing the short distance very easily in his slippers. He paused at his mother's door, trying to seek sounds of snoring, but his ears wouldn't cooperate. The silence of the house was deafening, as houses in the A.M often are. He decided to simply peek in on them and then leave. He turned the handle slowly,his mother was a light sleeper and could wake at the slightest shift of sound, and poked his head in with lowered expectations. His alarm was only that much stronger as he glimpsed, in the light of candles and moonlight, the form of a man driving himself into a limp woman. Naruto turned sharply, still thrusting, and though Sasuke pulled his head away Naruto had already spotted him. In vain Sasuke tried to shut the door, but Naruto called out his name and Sasuke knew he'd have to see what Naruto wanted.
"Sorry, have we been loud?" Naruto inquired, in such a gentlemanly voice that, had Sasuke not been watching Naruto fuck his unmoving mother, he would have associated such a voice with a commercial or a professional man. Instead, he was swayed to look away even as Naruto stared at him while fucking his mother. Sasuke shook his head silently, trying to escape this situation. He wanted nothing to do with this sight and wanted to be gone as soon as possible.
Naruto knew this and decided to relish in it. "I think she passed out." Naruto noted, glancing down at Mikoto. "Hm. I'll have to stop soon." Sasuke gritted his teeth, but not in a way that was noticeable. He simply nodded and took this as a cue to leave.
Naruto called out, "We'll be quieter."
Even though Sasuke did not want to watch the well-endowed Naruto ram his naked mother endlessly, he did pause to look back through the crack. Naruto's voice had been reasonably raised, and he had expected his mother to glance up, at the very least. But she was limp still, and she wasn't moving or making any sign that she had heard. He was worried for a moment, but then he saw his mother's breath tickle the sheets. So, she was alive, he knew, but just simply passed out.
Sasuke shook his head and shut the door, completely nonplussed. At least the sounds had died down, but now…. He could never take back those images. Naruto had somehow known he would check in on them out of kindness, and now Sasuke was cursed with the images of his naked mother worn out to exhaustion by her new husband, the one with the reputation that preceded him.
Sasuke collapsed into his bed, exhausted. He closed his eyes, but the images refused to go away. He wasn't religious by any means, but still he said a short prayer to whatever entity was listening. "Please let those images be erased from my poor mind. Don't plague me with nightmares tonight, brain. I don't think I could handle it, after what I just saw and heard. I just want to sleep."
Yet Sasuke found it very hard for sleep to come, especially with his shameful half-chub.