"This is as far I am permitted to take you..."
The training staff lady, taken hostage by one of her own bosses, stopped at a darkened corridor.
"Your son is being held within the first room after taking a right. I... I cannot continue forward." Ino looked ahead past her escort, seeing the lit hallway just ahead. "You will come with me, I am ordering you." Ino could tell she was being highly unreasonable, especially during a time like this where being level-headed was top priority. However, she could feel her son was in danger, and she needed to protect him from the threat plaguing Konoha. The woman's fingers trembled, pulling out the keys to the cell. "I'm sorry, I-I-I can't-"
Ino was not taking it, and pushed the policewoman ahead.
"Lady Ino, please! I need to tend over Shikamaru and Lady Tsunade," the officer beckoned. "N-Now is not the time to be worried about your son. Trust me, you have to listen!"
Ino ignored the pleas and dragged this young kunoichi that she did not even know the name of. "Please, this is not what you should be doing. You have to listen!"
Ino continued across the bend, with the two soon standing infront of the young boy's cell.
"Open the door," Ino ordered. "Open Inojin's room."
The kunoichi gulped, a light tear trickling from her right cheek. "Understood..."
The sound of metal meeting metal led to a creaking of the old door swaying open. The room was dank and smelled of mildew, lit only by a weak lightbulb and a bit of moonlight from the barred-up windows. This section of the training facility had been left under construction, having been meant to be closed off until further notice. Ino saw, lying on the ground, was her child covered in black: immobile.
"Baby!"
Ino ran over to her seemingly unconscious kid, holding him tightly as the coating around his body spilled onto her. "Inojin! Inojin! Who did this!"
Her boy did not respond.
"Inojin!"
Her fingers were getting dampened, her mind racing at the amount of blood that had pooled up. The blackness must mean that these were not fresh wounds; Momoshiki had to have been involved. "He couldn't corrupt you... I'm sorry they took you... It's... It's all my fault!" The blonde beauty began to tear up, holding her 'son' tightly as she laid on the floor.
Suddenly, a loud thud was heard from behind.
Ino's sniffling weakened, turning around to see the door had been shut. The sound of the key turning, the door locking, and the sound of the hostage lady crying as her footsteps petered off. "Thank you, Saya, you truly were most helpful."
Ino felt the body she was caressing began to bubble, before exploding into paint that wrapped around her arms like a sturdy armcuff.
"Wh-Wh-Wha-" Ino's body fell to the floor, her midriff gripped by a pool of ink from a scroll that she had unknowingly sat upon.
"I'm sorry, Ino Yamanaka." The voice of her son was heard from a dark corner, except doubled, as if another person was speaking as well.
"But I am afraid, the son of yours who you and Sai raised so very well, was more corruptible than you may have led yourself to believe..."
Ino understood that it was not long before the paint that spilled upon her, would consume her in darkness as well.
"Inojin! Inojin! INOJIN!"
The young mother shrieked, her insides being crushed by the weight of her and her husband's creation. There was no need for any foreplay, Ino's introverted and isolated nature permitted the Momoshiki curse to bleed into him easier. He had attacked his mother already bare, his clothes having been discarded minutes before. He knew his guard would be of great use to assuring his rape's success: Momoshiki's power was enough of a threat. Inojin too, always had desires, namely for filial approval, just no ambition to commit to anything. Now, with his teenage hormones firing, he was sure to fire heaping loads into his warm target. Ino's skimpy clothing were her weakness. Although approaching her midlife, she was still wanting to rock her teenage fit, which made it all the easier to disengage her thin outfit as a form of protection from incest.
Momoshiki had perfected his craft by the third boy, and recognized just what exact nerves to pick. Show no mercy, Inojin. Show your mother you really DO love her.
"Mom, I love you so HARD!" Inojin jammed himself into her at the "hard", and cause Ino's neck to crack backwards.
"AHHH!" Ino felt the girth plunging itself, unclogging her vagina of any empty space. "Fight... it... Inoji-"
"LOVE ME BACK, MOM!"
Inojin again plunged into his mother, wanting to silence her attempts at reason. He was both in control and not in control of his actions; but the overlap between the two rested in his love for his parents. Namely, the who shares his tender name. The one who he is sharing this tender sexual assault with. Ino's tongue rolled back, face turning red from the intensity of sensation of being brutalized.
"LOVE ME! LOVE ME! LOVE MEEE!" Inojin, who had been holding up his mother's thighs to keep her gorgeous legs pointed up to the ceiling, motioned his left grip up to his mother's restricted arms.
Ino was breathless, as she felt pressure onto her neck. Her son was choking her in his harsh embrace, both metaphorically and physically. "iinnnooojjjiiinn" her voice strained, her eyes rolled up as she struggled to combat his force. Before she could feel herself pass out from oxygen loss, she felt his grip dissipate. This momentary peace was short, as Inojin had only given the woman enough time to gasp before gripping her cheeks, then assaulting her mouth with his.
Ino's muffled protest, alongside her highly kissable lips, was all her boy needed to reach his first chakra release.
Like a cannon, the spurts bombarded Ino's silky smooth walls, crumbling them like they were paper. Her eyes winced in disgust, tears rolling down her eyes. She now understood what it had to have been like to be Hinata, to be Temari, to be one of the many who may suffer this very fate she is going through. She, in that very moment, made peace that she lost her beloved son; that the beast wanting to seed her belly and bring her to near death was not the Inojin she birthed and raised with Sai.
With each pumping, the missionary position the two were locked in cause Ino's hips to sway, her ass cushioning the deep thrusts at the cost of her legs turning numb from being so splayed outwardly. Ino's toes curled instinctively, and pussy greeting this unwanted sperm with open arms. Inojin's ink began to unravel, his chakra being spent solely to continue the flow of batter into this glorious creampie.
Although Inojin recognized he was but a mere pawn inside of Momoshiki's grand scheme, he accepted his pitiful role as a motherfucker with joy. He understood that his footprint on this current timelines will be erased once Boruto succeeds, but all that mattered in this very moment, was knowing he will have given his final enemy [Ino's lack of child bearing] his all.