With a swift cut, Boruto broke his mother's cocoon off and carried her to the ground. Soon, her personal prison began to unfurl, and her body was exposed. "Mom? Mom!" Boruto said, digging her out and holding her close. The 17-year old did not respond. Her eyes were fixed with the purple swirls of the rinnegan. :Mom!" Boruto shook his mother, but she did not respond.
How do I get her out of this genjutsu?!
Boruto had to act. In his time, Sasuke aided in freeing the people, but the Sasuke of this time was not in a condition to be helping others.
Boruto had to save his mother, and these people.
Focusing hard, he channeled his stolen abilities. The new copy-ninja, Boruto flared the eyes of the Uchiha, which seemed to dispel the curse placed on his lovely mom. Boruto laughed excitedly, seeing the perfect white eyes of the Hyuga reemerge. Hinata's vision blurred, but she could faintly see the silhouette of a yellow-haired, spiky boy with whiskers was holding her close. "N-Naruto..." She muttered.
Boruto hesitated at those words, feeling ashamed. "No, no I'm not... Naruto... He's... Oh no." Boruto froze. He realized he not only had to apologize for what sick things he did to future Hinata, but also to having been apart of this timeline's Naruto passing on. "Mom... I... How can I..."
Though not yet regained her strength, Hinata grabbed her savior by his collar, and pulled him in for a kiss. She didn't hear a word from his mouth, but the young girl was sure she was told 'I love you' as she had heard from her dreams. Her knight was here to save her, and she rewarded him with her luscious lips.
Boruto was surprised by her action. He could feel her drawing him closer. No, she shouldn't be kissing you Boruto. Don't let her do this! This is wrong! Boruto wanted to listen to his moral conscience, which had only recently returned, but her kiss was far too amazing to pull away from. He embraced it, and tenderly kissed back. The two destined lovers locked mouths for an uncomfortably long time, with Boruto unconsciously zipping down the armor of Hinata to feel up her motherly tits.
This uncharacteristic behavior warned Hinata that something was afoot. Naruto wouldn't be so perverted, right? Hinata's vision cleared up, and she could see that, though this boy was like her love of her life, something was different. She tugged him away, breaking their intense make out. "What? Who... Who are you! And what are you doing!?" Hinata said, trying to swat away the iron grip around her left boob.
Boruto snapped out of his lustful lull, and was now seeing his mother as she truly was: desirable. This pale Aphrodite was to be his, she was to be his one and only. Boruto swallowed his pride, ready to fully embrace the dark side without Momoshiki. Boruto yanked on the tit like he was yearning to squeeze out the contents in this cow.
Her slap stung like a burning flame. This Naruto impostor was not to assault her any longer. "Let-let go of me you bastard! What did you do with Naruto!" Her fiery resolve, the white glaze burning within those clear pupils showing her confusion mixed with fear, unlocked something in Boruto. He felt alive again, more alive than he should be in his final hours. His hand never left her breast, and he cupped it again, feeling her well endowed mounds.
Again Hinata swung, but Boruto was now prepared.
The boy, knowing his apology was to now fall on deaf ears, grasped the slap as it was in mid-flight. Hinata's eyes flinched, shocked at the reflexes of this Naruto wannabe. Suddenly, Boruto utilized his cursed mark, and began to siphon his teen mother's energy straight out of her through her boobs, extracting it like he was a suckling baby. Her body writhed as the extraction occurred, before laying limp on her cocoon from being sucked dry.
Using a wood-style copied by Kakashi, Boruto gripped both of Hinata's wrist firmly, planting them above her head as they stretched, before handcuffing her to the floor with thick roots. No root, of course, would be thicker than his raging hard-on, seeing just how hot Mother was in her prime. "You don't know who I am," Boruto said, tossing his jacket to the side and to pulling down his pants to the shrieks of the frightened maiden, "I had come here to apologize for what I did to you back then..."
"But now, in the real 'back then'... I'm sorry I couldn't help myself, mom..."
The boy didn't bother delicately disrobing this work of art in front of him. Rather, to cut straight to his satisfaction, he sliced through his young mom's bulky outfit, shredding the black attire with ripples of winds. Her kitties would bulge out, bouncing outwardly like a loaded spring as a result of her flak jacket being eviscerated alongside her Hyuga training clothes and peach-tanned sports bra. The ripeness of her young adult breast intrigued him; her heaving breath likely a result of having to expend so many resources keeping these gorgeous things sufficiently plump. They didn't sag, and showed little stretching as a result of not having been nursed from by him... yet... Boruto licked his lips at how amazing they looked, hypothesizing that his dad must've greedily slobbered them up and suckled them dry. How else could they have shrunk in the following decades, when she became a mother of two? These were unmilked, untapped, unclaimed, and he would turn these udders into his!
But first, he needed to claim his prize for saving Konoha and the world from the Otsusuki.
Hinata's panties slid cleanly off her silky-smooth thighs. Boruto's untamed hunger was ignited, seeing the youthful pussy of this version of his mother. The poor, poor girl did not know it, but she was to be liberated, in all of the wrongest ways. She, in all this chaos of her being forcefully made naked, didn't even register this assailant called her 'mom'. Out of instinct and fear, Hinata readied a yell for her one-true love. The woman opened her mouth wide, preparing to scream for 'Naruto' to save her once more.
Her mouth was instead stuffed fully with her pretty panties, causing her to wince and cough at the forceful entry. Her head violently shook, frantically trying to spit out her own flavor. Ripples of teardrops slowly trickled. Hinata was fully aware of this Naruto wannabe's intentions with her.
And she wept sad tears, knowing she was no longer able to save herself for her love.
Boruto did not think of the ramifications of ramming himself into past-Hinata. He himself no longer existed in this timeline's future, and yet here he was; exiting and entering the tightest version of Mom he has ever felt and/or 'should' feel into. Sure, this mom might have been still not an 'adult adult', but she was still a year or two older than he was. Boruto reasoned that, if anything, this would be no different than him getting it on with an upperclassmen who just-so-happens to have been related to him by blood: 50% of it. He was too far gone anyways, might as well celebrate his last day in this timeslip clit!
And so, he slipped right in the clit lost in time: stealing his father's place across reality.
And to that end, he was feeling great. Her walls were wrapped perfectly around him, like she existed solely to be penetrated by an Uzumaki. Maybe this privilege wasn't meant to be his, but he appreciated fate making Hinata's destiny to become a cocksleeve to a yellow-haired delinquent. Hinata's boobs slapped against themselves like Newton balls, and her nervous system fired like a machine gun at the constant signals of impact throughout her vaginal walls. Boruto could sense his time was almost up, as the energy of the 10-tailed beast was fizzling, but he needed to give this woman a river from within. Deep within.
Hinata's slow trickle of tears began to be a river, as her attacker sped up his pace and looked starved for what her body could satiate him with. Her screams for mercy were falling onto deaf ears, regardless of whether her panty gag was to be there or not. She had spent all this time training, becoming a strong shinobi of her own to defend not just herself, but those around her. She was there in the battle against Pain, against Obito, side-by-side with Naruto Uzumaki, someone she was sure would be the greatest Hokage ever, and her future husband.
Her pussy was instead being pulverized to dust by her future child, just as her future self had dealt with hundreds of times before. Hinata wanted to return to the Infinite Tsukuyomi, where she was living in peace with Naruto. They even had a pair of kids, one boy, one girl.
Surely, no son of hers would be such a monster and dare rape a woman! Especially her- their own loving mother.
Her first nursing came to be an unwelcomed surprise; the boy's first cumming inside of her came soon afterwards. Lips touched nips as pussy lips touched the base of the longest shaft in recorded ninja history. Her face flared to a crimson as the tongue dribbled her left nipple, just as her lower body began to be flooded with sticky sludge from the deepest depths of Boruto. He was truly alive once more, figuratively... and unbeknownst to him... literally.
The boy's body, feeling this could be his last moment on Earth, streamed the stolen chakra throughout his conquest to grant him the most potent and most destructive burst of sperm into the most fertile build of Hinata. It was unfortunate for her that it was her month, as the nozzle hosed her eggs in incestuous fashion. Boruto's borrowing of her vast Hyuga chakra pool was being redispersed straight into her, hitting the chakra point located squarely in her sex.
Her body made convulsions like she was having a seizure, which was basically what it felt like as her body went on power-saving mode from the sheer wrath of this son-semen trying to get her pregnant with her son. Boruto, feeling his lust and desire to breed mom intensify, bit down on her blossoming bust.
Hinata flooded with all sorts of feeling as she was being flooded, roared loudly and spewed spit upon her saliva-soaked underwear. Her legs, knowing her body was to be dominated by this foe, accepted the loss and wrapped around her rapist's back. She was not only being betrayed by her future baby, but her body surrendered and was ready to have her baby's babies. "I... Am... Sorry!" Boruto pumped and pumped, spritzing Hinata's cunt to paint it nice and white. He felt her scissor legs urging him to blow buckets, and so he did. Boruto refurbished the walls with a 9-month's worth of cum.
And finally, it stopped.
Sixteen years of cum bundled itself in one fell swoop, unloading itself like a funnel straight to Hinata's fallopian tubes. The recipient of the crashing wave of sperm was incapable of processing what had just happened; she could only feel an unbearable warmth resting between her thighs. The boy, likely a lower classmen, laid atop of her, having successfully laid her and humiliating her. His penis remained embedded in her. Somehow, in some multiversal awareness, Hinata felt a sense of familiarity in this position: forcefully strapped, hopelessly trapped, with her sweet pussy clapped. She was a soiled woman, her body tampered with before she was ready.
"Forgive me, Naruto-kun." Hinata thought, wincing with fresh, salty tears sprinkled across her pink face for him not being her first.
"Forgive me, dad." Boruto thought, having unsuccessfully prevented himself from cucking his late-father after making peace with him.
Boruto and Hinata sighed, before passing out from exhaustion...
Hours passed, and Boruto had not yet vanished from existence. With every insertion and dumping of his cum, Boruto recognized his life force stabilized. Somewhere inside of this young Hinata was the start of their next generation. As a show of good will (and acknowledgement that his mom was of no threat to him in her current stat), Boruto relieved her jaws of her soaked panties, allowing her yelp and shout into the vast void as she so pleased. Boruto was unleashing the wrath of the Gods upon Hinata's womb in public; spewing the contents of his balls in full view to the thousands trapped inside the Infinite Tsukuyomi surrounding them.
The idea of blatantly pummeling this damsel in distress was erotic, such as it had been so when he would sexually abuse his true mom and aunt back in his timeline in the forests of Konoha. And, the more he infected her with unwanted baby batter, the more he admired this Hinata. In spite of the spectacle that was his first ejaculation, he was still more than full of excited swimmers eager to try their hand at entering her unprotected eggs.
It was more than likely teen Hinata was already fostering Boruto's Boruto, but he could never be too sure: especially with how enjoyable the action was. The contents being packed inside of Hinata's vagina was enough to get her pregnant three times over, and was potent enough to make it twice that. It was clear young Hinata was the perfect woman for the boy; her flowing juices made a natural lubricant for her son to squeeze in and out, to pump in and out, and to dump in and more in! Like a hot knife through butter, his thrusts speared through her inner most sanctum, explored every nook and cranny with vigor. He was not invited to enter her, but she felt incredibly welcoming of his Uzumaki blasts.
And yet, after having his way with her and being in eternal pleasure, he was not meant to be within her for eternity. Boruto felt that the boost in life force he attained from turning his own mother into his own sister-mom was dissipating, and her sweaty, sticky body was not meant to be given any more now that fate was satisfied.
Hinata, dazed but yet still cognizant, felt her perpetual attacker cease his siege on her inner most walls. Her face was to the side, staring into the distance of the battlefield. She gladly would've taken being slain then, than how she was lain on the floor and subjected to the rawest dicking of a century. The woman had long since waved the white flag of surrender, but the rules of total war over the right to her bearing a child meant complete and utter submission. And so, though faintly still 'there', Hinata gave no reaction to being pulled out of. Having unplugged himself from her hole, a blob of goop gurgled out from her tightest of holes, pooling the floor with transparent gunk. Her cherry had been popped long ago, her sweet pie topped with an unhealthy amount of cream that filled it to the brim and then some.
Her face was motioned to remain facing up, towards the boy now sitting atop of her busty chest. The villain without a name kissed the top of her forehead, tilted her head up to lock lips, then gave her a wet kiss with an uninvited tongue to boot, before he slid his girth down her gullet. Her mouth engulfed the cock caked in a layer of her and his cum, giving Hinata a flavor profile never tasted by her. The protrusion made its way around her throat, before settling itself somewhere in the back of her throat. She coughed at the initial landing, having never yet deep-throated her husband in this life. Naruto had yet to make her an expert, and she was to have to experience a bigger beast in spite of this.
Her baby used her tongue to clean off the spunk that hadn't been absorbed by her swelling belly. He couldn't get it all off, but she did a fine job for being half-awake. Having gotten his fair share of her mouth, Boruto left it be, ready to present his last hurrah. Hinata's lips unfurled as his cock was drawn out. Her face was demented, eyes in a lull and face smeared with a coat of red. "You're so hot, mom..." Boruto said, stroking his cock to finish himself off. He grabbed her by the hair with his free hand to place it right infront of his bulging penis, and proceeded smear her face with a coat of white. Ribbons dribbled from her eyes down to her chin. Hinata sniffled, incapable of comprehending how utterly humiliated she had been. Boruto completed his facial with a rubbing of the tip across her puffy lips, wiping away the little bit left to give her a taste to remember him by.
Finally... FINALLY... He successfully bested his father. Boruto was never meant to be Hokage. Boruto was never meant to be the greatest ninja. Boruto never believed in it. But, it would not be absurd to believe it that Boruto was meant to seed his mom. He wasn't a reincarnation of a God, but he felt like a blessed being as he gripped the angelic thighs of this mother of his. She wasn't his mother, not yet, at least. But she will be, and he was grateful for everything she provided him. She was what made him the man he was today; and he could never repay her properly.
Boruto gave a final look at the goddess' creamed complexion; eyes glazed with his thick glaze. Taking a deep breath, Boruto unlocked all 8 gates of chakra so he may tap into the rinnegan, byakugan, and jogan. The pain was negligible, as he just endured the greatest pleasure possible. His life flashed before his eyes, as he undid the damage caused by the Fourth Great Shinobi War, freeing the people and providing *mostly* everyone a bright future. As the world began to shine, Boruto smiled his delinquent smile, knowing he had partially redeemed himself, in a certain point of view.