Fun with Phones

'Where in the hell is that bird?' Keiko wondered. She groaned and rolled over not wanting to wake up. Tweet, tweet, tweet. There it was again. Where's a gun when you need one?

"MOM!" Naruto yelled right next to her. "It's your freakin' phone!"

"Oh, crap! No wonder the damn thing wouldn't stop," she grumbled, reaching over to the nightstand. She screeched when she almost fell off the bed but was saved by two strong arms around her waist. Her savior was thanked by her rolling over and smashing his face right between her big breasts.

"Holy crap!" he yelled in surprise, happily receiving his rewards with grasping hands and searching lips.

"Shhhh!" she hissed at him before she answered her phone. She would immediately regret not looking at her caller ID. "What the hell do you want?"

Naruto felt her body stiffen and begin to tremble in his arms. The last little bit of sleepiness promptly fled him. He looked at her face to see tears forming in the corners. He immediately knew who was on the phone.

"Give me that," he snarled, snatching the phone out of her hand. "What do you want, you treacherous bastard?"

"Naruto? What the hell are doing with your mother's phone? How dare you talk to me that way!" Iruka yelled into the phone.

"How dare I not, asshole! I don't owe you a damn thing, but you owe us everything. How can leave a beautiful, sexy wife for another man? You're such a – " He was cut off by his mother slapping her hand over his mouth and jerking the phone back from him.

"What do you want, Iruka?" she demanded, rolling over on her stomach so Naruto could not reach the phone. This proved to be a mistake because he shoved up her nightgown and began kissing her thighs. "Yes, I will let him talk to you that way…He took the words right out of my mouth…You're going to do what?...Ahhh, my god," she shrieked when she was roughly flipped over onto her back. "Yes, I'm fine, I just, ah, tripped."

Naruto quickly stripped off her underwear and was about to bury his head between her thighs when the expression on her face stopped him from moving. She still appeared as if she would burst into tears any second, but she was angry as well. He gently lowered himself down on the bed next to her, watching her intently as she put her finger to her lips to signal him to be quiet when she hit the speaker button on her phone.

"…coming to his graduation. I think I have the right to see my son graduate from high school," Iruka was babbling with a haughty tone to his voice.

Keiko saw Naruto's mouth fly open, and she clamped her hand over his gaping maw before he had a chance to say anything. "Iruka, I don't think that's a good idea. He doesn't want you there."

"He doesn't want me there? Listen, you bitch, you can't keep me away from him," the man growled through the phone.

Keiko wrapped her legs around Naruto's waist, shaking her head vigorously at him as he fought to grab the phone from her while she held it just out of his reach. She put her hand on his chest to make him settle down. After calming down a bit, he realized he was between her legs and nothing separated them but the thin material of his sleep pants.

"Iruka, don't speak me to that way. You deserted us," she managed to calmly remind him. "I haven't turned your son against you. You did that all by yourself. Come to the graduation if you want but do not come to this house before or after. Do you understand me?" She groaned when something long and hard attached to an aroused blond slipped between her thighs.

"Yes. I understand. What the hell is wrong with you?" he asked, when she moaned loudly for a second time.

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing," she gasped, giving Naruto the phone this time. She grabbed his head, pressing her lips to his as he hurled the phone against the wall. The distinct sound of plastic breaking and shattering was heard. "You owe me a phone."

"I don't care. I'll give you anything," he moaned, thrusting into her.

"Sweetie, you were supposed to just hold me," she said, rolling him over onto his back.

"It's not nighttime anymore. Go ahead. Stop. I dare you," he taunted as he she rocked back and forth on top of him. He grabbed her hips and held her down when he felt her rise off of him.

"You're not letting me get up. It's not fair if you won't let me accept your dare," she cattily stated, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Yeah, I know. You'll be glad I didn't when I do this," he rejoined, thrusting into her fast and hard.

Keiko cried out, clawing at his bare chest as pleasure ran across every nerve ending to stimulate her whole body. She pulled him to a sitting position to hold him tightly against her as she ground her pelvis against his, causing a myriad of delicious sensations to run through their bodies. Her mouth covered his to stifle their moans of unadulterated ecstasy as she moved on top of him.

Naruto could not help but think what an epic dumbass his father must be to leave this woman. He supposed he should be thankful the man was an idiot otherwise he would not be here now doing this. He would still be lying in his bed fantasizing about her while it was his hand moving up and down on him instead of the object of his desire in the flesh and in his arms. His whole body suddenly tensed as his body exploded pouring into her, and he fell back on the bed to thrust up into her like a madman having a seizure.

"Oh, Naruto!" she yelled throwing back her head as she convulsed on top of him with an intense climax of her own.

Naruto pulled her down to kiss her. The kiss was sweet and tender yet passionate conveying his emotions to her. He lay her down beside him so he could hold her tightly. "Don't think. You're doing that way too much. What do you feel?" he asked, kissing her neck. He refused to give her the chance to feel bad about this moment.

"I feel safe and protected. Most of all, I feel loved," she said, looking into his eyes.

"I want you to always feel that way with me," he whispered, kissing her forehead.

Doomed – she was absolutely doomed to love him. Keiko knew he was an addiction. This was a new habit she had formed. Just like any other addict, she wanted it, she needed it, and she had to have it to survive. Not only did she want the sex, she had to have the man giving it to her to love her. He was crucial to her survival now, emotionally and physically.

"What are you thinking?" he inquired in a low voice, pulling her closer.

"I can't live without you," she whispered, squeezing him tightly.

"I know how you feel," he whispered back, kissing her on the lips.

Keiko was done arguing. She was not going to try to convince herself or him any longer why this was wrong and why they should not love each other. Society and all of its standards, be damned. They would say it was wrong. They would say she was a horrible, sick woman for taking advantage of a young boy. They didn't know what Keiko and Naruto were going through because they were not the ones experiencing it. That elusive committee of 'they' could just go straight to hell. Where had everyone been the nights she spent in bed crying her heart out for the man who left her? Where were they when her son got into fights at school because he could not control the anger any longer? There was no one else to take their pain or to stop them from hurting except each other.

Keiko's thoughts shifted to what her idiot husband had called about: Naruto's graduation. In two weeks, he would officially be out of high school. He had already received his acceptance letter from the nearby university, the same one she had attended when she met his father. He would begin attending classes in the fall and would still live at home by his own choice. If he had not already decided to live at home rather than moving out, he certainly would have now.

"Since your graduation has been brought up, would you like a party? Your whole class can come. We can set everything up out back. Have whatever you want, except alcohol," she said as soon as he opened his mouth. "Not only are you under age, but you know it's not allowed in this house."

"Why is that?" he asked curiously, propping up on her breast to look at her.

Keiko shook him off and into her arms instead. "My father was an alcoholic. Your father was a binge drinker. Then I had a terrible job at a bar for a while to put myself through college," she explained, shuddering from the memories that flooded her head from that place.

"We need to go shopping this afternoon anyway. I owe you a phone, remember?"

"You are one lucky guy," Shikamaru commented as they both watched his mother inside the cell phone store. He had ran into Naruto and his mother soon after their arrival at the mall. They were both sitting in the middle of the mall corridor ignoring all of the girls that walked past who attempted to catch their eyes. They were too busy watching what was going on inside the cell phone store.

Naruto observed carefully as the salesman in his twenties fussed and fawned over his pretty mama. He did not like the way the guy kept staring at her breasts in the tank top or the way he would look at her behind when she turned around. He was just about to stand up to walk to the store when something pink and scary appeared in line of sight, blocking his view of the salacious salesman.

"Hey, Naruto! What's up? What are you looking at?" Sakura asked, her and her black haired boyfriend turning their gaze to the phone store.

"Whoa! No way! She's as hot with clothes on as she is with them off," Sasuke murmured under his breath drawing much unwanted attention from the people around him.

"Huh?" his girlfriend snorted while the blond glared at him with deadly blue eyes. "I thought we agreed you would quit looking at those magazines."

"I read the articles," he lied, causing Shikamaru to snort loudly when he stifled a laugh.

"Isn't that your Mom, Naruto?" the girl with the unbelievable pink hair was quick to point out.

"Yes, it is," he answered with quite a bit of pride in his voice.

"Damn, dude, ever seen her naked at home?" Sasuke inquired, receiving a death stare in addition to a punch in the gut from his girlfriend.

Shikamaru received an elbow from his friend when he snorted again then began laughing. After he received a look that was so fiery with anger it could burn down a forest, he quickly recovered and dropped the smile from his face. To distract the others he suggested, "Hey, Naruto, aren't you going to invite them to your party?"

"Oh, yeah," Naruto replied distractedly attempting to glance around the pink haired pain in the ass but she would not stand still. "I'm having a party after graduation. Tell other people from our class about it. I gotta go."

"Dumbass," Sasuke muttered as he watched the blond walk into the store. His black eyes observed the most incredible thing as Naruto sidled up to his mother who put her arm around him then kissed him right on the lips. "What the fu – "

"Come on!" Sakura yelled in her usual not-so-ladylike manner, jerking him along by the arm.

"Hey! Did you see that?" he asked, pointing into the store.

"No. I was too busy texting Ino. Once I tell her EVERYBODY will know about the party," she said with a customary smirk on her face.

"You and your friend are both idiots," the perpetually grumpy raven haired boy muttered.

"What? What did you say?" she snapped, turning on him with her fist raised.

'Why am I dating her again?' he wondered.

"Are you sure this is the one you want? There are so many better ones. Look!" Naruto said, grabbing one with a touch screen filled with icons.

"Sweetie, I know. Genma here has gone over all the possibilities," Keiko responded with an exasperated sigh referring to the shaggy brown haired, brown eyes salesman who was smiling broadly as he stared at her chest. She was tired of sales pitches, but she believed the young salesman was more interesting in looking at her boobs and butt than selling her a phone. From the expression on his face she guessed he had seen her picture too. She really wished she had thought that through more before she posed.

Naruto pulled her close, moving his hand up and around her back until his fingers trailed along the side of her breast. He gave the salesman a big fox face smile when the man noticed him virtually groping her breast right in front of him.

"So you like younger men, Mrs. Umino?" Genma inquired, interrupting her as she studied the two phones in her hands.

"Hmmmm….what?" she asked, noticing the placement of Naruto's hand and Genma's eyes. "No. I don't like younger men in general. Just this one specifically."

Naruto grinned triumphantly at the other man, resisting the urge to stick out his tongue at him.

"I'll be over there at the register when you pick a phone," he said, abruptly moving away as his face became an even darker shade of red.

"Jealous much?" she asked Naruto without looking up.

"No. Just possessive," he shot back.

"One is the product of the other. They're connected and virtually inseparable concepts," she explained in her superior doctor's tone.

"I really hate it that you're a psychologist sometimes. Care to tell me how sick I am and how wrong this is?" he inquired, reaching down to caress then pinch her taut behind.

"Nope. I've given up on that decided to wallow in the degradation with you and be happy." She pinched him on the cheek, on his face, then went back to trying to decide.

"Is that what this is to you? Do you feel degraded?" He took one of the phones away from her to help her decide. He was ready to leave.

"No, I was joking. I guess I lost my sense of humor about a year ago. Sorry, Sweetie. But don't you think you should be a little more careful and not bring attention to our new relationship?" She handed the still embarrassed Genma the phone so they could pay for it and leave.

Just as she was about to say something else, Naruto's phone beeped alerting him to a text message. He was greeted with a picture of him with his hand on his mother's ass from the incident a few minutes earlier. You've done more than seen her naked haven't you? read the message attached to the picture. His eyes quickly scanned the pedestrian traffic outside of the store. The crowd thinned long enough for him to see the raven haired scumbag who sent the picture sitting on a bench with a lascivious grin on his face.

Dammit. Lesson learned too late. Someone had seen and why did it have to be him? Hopefully he would not tell the vindictive pink haired girlfriend. If he told her, everyone would know in an hour or less because she would text her gossipy blond friend. The phone beeped again with another text message.

Let me screw her and no one will have to know. A threat? He was texting a threat? And a stupid one too.

Naruto looked up, giving Sasuke a downright evil grin. Shout it from the rooftops, asshat, you're not getting your hands on her, he texted back.

"Are you ready?" Keiko asked, putting her hand on his back which made him jump as if he had been shot.

"Yeah. There's something I need to show you," he confessed as they were walking out of the store. He handed her the phone, letting her read the texts and see the picture.

"Where is he?" she growled, her lightly tanned face turning dark red with fury. When Naruto told her, she honed in the target and went straight for him. "Hello there."

"Well, hello, sexy lady," young dark Casanova wanna-be murmured, standing up in front of her.

"Hi, Sakura!" she yelled at the pink missile headed straight for them with surprising speed.

"Hi, Mrs. Umino!" Sakura replied a little too happily.

"Dear, I'm not sure how to tell you this except to just tell you. Your boyfriend here has been taking pictures of other women and sending them to people. See!" she exclaimed, grabbing Naruto's phone. She tactfully kept her thumb over their faces as she showed her the picture.

"Sasuke, you sick little pervert!" she yelled, snatching his phone out of his hand. She threw it on the cement floor, crushing it to bits with the heel of her shoe as he helplessly gaped at the destruction of his cell phone.

Keiko swiftly bent down picking up a very small object before she grabbed her son and headed for the door.

"What the hell was that?" Naruto asked. He stared down at the sim card in his hand. Amazing. Not only had Sasuke lost the picture but also everything else from his phone including the phone itself. "Oh, my god you're good. I love you."

"Yeah, I know. Be more careful in the future."