Sakura maneuvered awkwardly, her slightly swollen belly sticking out unhelpfully. Even though it wasn't very noticeable, it was still there impeding her movement. Her daughter sat reading at the table, waiting for her breakfast. The silence is something Sakura didn't like. Over the last couple of weeks, it's been too quiet in the house, her daughter is always pretty quiet but her husband, his mother and Naruto usually keep the house lively. Ever since Sakura got pregnant from her grandfather it's been like this, Sasuke hasn't improved like her grandfather promised but at least he didn't know about her pregnancy since he was so out of it, he might even think it's his. Mikoto does know however and refuses to speak to the whore who cheated on her son. Naruto won't even touch her now that she's pregnant with another man's child, his or Sasuke's he'd be fine with but some old man... It was hard knowing that she's broken her household's peace like this, just a room over was where her husband whittled away, while she continued to pleasure her own grandfather.
Sakura tried to speak to Sarada, to tell her that she'd finish making her food later, but she was ignored by her daughter, simultaneously breaking her heart and aggravating the already hormonal Sakura even more. Being pregnant wasn't ideal in terms of angelic behavior but dealing with a horny old man and her family who now ignored her only stuck her in the side further. She huffed as she made her way to the stairs, only to discover her daughter had decided to glare at her back.
Her glare was aimed at the depraved looking outfit of scanty, cheap lace and heels so high only a whore would ever wear them as anything more than a joke. Her garters squeezed her thighs attractively and the corset hugged her body nicely. She'd been dressing like this for a while now, so why does Sarada still make it out to be a big deal? It was nothing out of the norm at this point.
What Sakura didn't know was that the glare wasn't just full of disapproval and anger but budding lust. Sarada wasn't some emotionally blind child, she was 12 years old now, a genin and practically an adult now. She knew that looking at Naruto gave her butterflies in her stomach, and she knew what those butterflies meant. She knew that whenever she'd catch her grandma and Naruto kissing or on the rare occasion 'wrestling' as her grandma put it, she'd get really warm, and her underwear would get all wet and sticky. Sarada came to understand that what she was feeling was love and lust for Naruto, her grandpa. Like mother like daughter, she guessed. But lately, seeing her mother dressed the way she was made her lust after her as well, maybe incest just ran in their family.
Back to Sakura, she balanced the tray with her grandad's food on it, she was wobbly and unstable, but she managed to open the door and proceed into her grandfather's bedroom. She felt no enthusiasm, which was both a blessing and something unfortunate. If only she could muster some enthusiasm, her grandfather might leave her alone… then again, Sakura realized, if he thought she liked it, he'd only demand more and more of her. So perhaps the best thing, then, was to act bored and listless and dissatisfied? Perhaps if she acted like this was a chore, he would like it less? It was a hard task that got harder every day, as she fell further and further into depravity.
Well… it was worth a try.
Sakura swaggered in the room with her usual little sway of the hips, but it wasn't sultry. If anything, it could be best described as an annoyed walk, as if she wanted to get this over with. Her grandfather didn't seem to notice, he never did, though, and homed in instead on her outfit. It seemed as if the cheaper she looked, obviously overapplied lipstick, tons of eyeliner, less clothing than most prostitutes wore, the higher his erection reached… to Sakura's conflicting disgust and arousal.
Her daughter, who decided to follow, watched in angry lust as Sakura primly set down the tray and proceeded to crawl stiffly into bed beside him as her grandfather started to stroke himself. Her daughter, instead of being sensible and deciding to leave while she could, instead, as stealthily as she could, she stood there ready to watch what was about to unfold. She watched as her mother hissed as she scratched herself with one of the heels on accident, but still pursued the purpose of her mission and started to swallow his swollen cock with her warm cock loving mouth.
Dark red lip gloss got on the old man's veiny erection, but it wasn't as if the grandfather minded, though Sakura had hoped to irritate him in this way. Instead, he gripped her hair with no regard for her own comfort and made her bob her head in such a way that his cock was ramming the back of her throat. But she didn't choke, her gag reflex long gone. Still her grandfather moaned and laughed in ecstasy, while his great granddaughter watched on with grotesque fascination.
The main event, however, wasn't too far away, even though her grandad loved Sakura's blowjobs, no matter how angry she was she couldn't stop herself from sucking on a large meaty cock, yet still he grew impatient and pulled her head up for a kiss, regardless of the pre cum dripping from her luscious lips. He licked it from her lips, and Sakura instinctively pulled away, only to be yanked back in by her impatient grandfather. The toast and eggs and the trimmings for the breakfast lie abandoned on the side table. Sarada watched their grandfather shove his hips toward her mother's sopping wet pussy. Luckily, Sakura didn't notice her daughter. She had gotten very good at zoning out the horrors of everyday life, and as such, she was sort of in zombie mode as her grandfather began to fuck her brains out.
His cock slid in and out roughly, making an odd but fleshy noise against the sheets. Frustrated, her grandfather pulled her from her little cocoon of sheets and exposed her underwear, now ridden up and soaked with milky white pre cum from the grandad, her daughter watched with rapt attention. Her grandfather, who for a second noticed the silence of the room, frowned and prodded Sakura with his fingertips. "Why are you so quiet? Our audience would like a nice performance." He purred, grinning at his curious great granddaughter with what he thought was a charming look. Sarada didn't notice though, she was focused on her mother, the way her ass jiggled when she was being pounded into, the way her skin shone from her sweat, her glossy and plump lips. Sarada even liked the broken, faraway look in her mother's eyes, she wanted Sakura to look up at her like that. Something in Sarada was born that day, a desire to dominate her own mother. Maybe grandpa Naruto could heko her with that.
Sakura, refusing to be yanked from her haze, remained in her stupor but began making fake sounding "oh's" and "mmm's" and other such erotic noises. It sounded more like a porno than an intimate encounter, but her grandfather was pleased, nonetheless. Nothing wrong with pornography! Nothing wrong with faking it. He'd pleasure her soon enough. He was sure of that.
And so, he began ramming into her with all of his feeble strength. Oddly, his rest allowed him a bit more strength with which to ram into Sakura, and as such, her grandfather didn't really mind resting so much in solidarity. She made sure to keep him away from her daughter and her zombie of a husband as much as she could without being suspicious, but her grandad hardly minded if this was the payoff.
Sakura moaned, and though the sound was faux, her pussy began involuntarily slickening, making the fucking even better for the grandad. He positioned himself above her, his body heavy on hers, and wiggled his hips to drive his cock deeper. Sakura protested, disliking the huge erection, but he put his hands in her hair and pulled at it to silence her. Or, rather, make her shriek with irritation rather than protest his advances before mashing his lips to hers and raping her mouth with his old, wrinkled tongue.
Her grandfather reached completion in record time, the presence of Sarada made him horny and satisfied as hell, and he came inside of her, holding her down even as she tried subtly to get away in time. Sadly, she had failed, and she felt her cavity fill with his cum. Annoyed by the heat of it, she cleared her throat loudly. He was currently trying to cuddle up to her breast, his face in between them, but she instead asked if he was hungry, thinking this would distract him sufficiently. Unfortunately for her, he began suckling on her breast like a little infant… one with wrinkles and yet another erection at the interaction.
Sakura sighed, relieved that it was all mostly over, and glanced at the clock. "I need to go make Sarada food."
Her grandfather nodded, gesturing that he could share the other breast. Sakura winced, but finally looked up to her daughter, her eyes clearing. Her face reddened with shame and embarrassment, but she still motioned for her daughter to take her other breast. Sarada, without delay, positioned her mouth to her mother's nipple and started sucking like she was a baby again. Then Sarada did something that made Sakura want to cry, she couldn't believe that she had poisoned her own daughter with her depravity. Sarada was overwhelmed by her arousal and did what came naturally to her, she started humping her mother's leg, grinding her young pussy against her mother's thick thigh. This left Sakura to watch as her grandfather and her little girl suckled her breasts like newborns while they each humped her legs like dogs.
This was something she had to get used to, however. The rest of her pregnancy was spent pleasuring her grandad and breast feeding her 12-year-old daughter and grandfather.