Author's Notes: YO! It's the one year anniversary of Icha Icha: Gaiden! I know it's just a dumb smut fic with no real plot but I feel kinda pumped anyway. Thank you guys for still reading.

Bit of a long chapter with a long setup, and unfortunately a touch rushed toward the end. I really wanted to get this up today - even if it's pretty late in the day.

Also I'm low on omake ideas! I like to try and write one for every chapter but sometimes I just can't think of anything at all. If you have any suggestions I would absolutely love to hear them - it can be something funny, story-relevant, a sweet moment, or just a straight up sex scene (involving characters that have already appeared in the fic). As I always say even if I don't use your idea verbatim it can inspire me, and that's super helpful!

Thanks in advance to anyone who leaves a suggestion and here's to another year of Gaiden. And hopefully I can get some of my other stories going too.

Special Thanks: Gammagyro, for inadvertently suggesting the character Uroko! I don't know if you still read this but thank you for all the suggestions you've given.

Another Special Thanks: eniox27, for the consistent feedback over the past year! It genuinely means a lot. Don't be afraid to roast me though if I write a terrible chapter lol.

A Final Special Thanks: Burnning Truth, for inspiring this chapter's first omake!

Quick Info: Uroko is Yakumo's mother. She's also a jounin. Also shorts apparently are still considered pants.

CONTENT WARNINGS/TAGS:

-Cheating-

-Clothed Sex-

-Dubious Consent-

-Group Sex-

-Incest-

-NonCon-

-Rough Sex-

-Slight Masochism-

-Tentacles-

Obviously for adult audiences only, all characters are 18 years or older.

Enjoy your citrus!


Kurama Uroko

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"Please, Jiraiya-sama! Oh great Gama Senin! The mightiest of the Sannin -ttebayo, and the most -"

Shhllp!

"Nm, thash 'aying i' on 'ay choo 'ick." Naruto mumbled incoherently to himself around a mouthful of scalding hot ramen. It was burning his tongue and Ayame had told him to let the soup cool down first, but he needed some food for thought right now. He lifted his head up to glance at the aforementioned chef who was busy slicing up scallions, already preparing for when he inevitably asked for seconds and thirds and fourths and fifths - then his gaze sank down.

Although autumn was well underway in Konoha and the nights were starting to get a little chilly the days were still just as hot as summer, so it wasn't particularly surprising that the busy, kitchen-dwelling girl only had on a pair of short-shorts beneath her blouse and apron. They were pulled up high and she was leant forward over her cutting board, causing the very bottom of her small, perky butt to peek out of her clothes.

Of course Naruto appreciated the teasing glimpse of skin, but that wasn't where his mind was at.

'Tt... I bet that damn pervert would want something like that in return, huh? Buttering him up will only get me so far...' He mused, his blue orbs following Ayame's jiggling behind as she stepped over to check on the boiling pot of noodles. His recently-acquired mentor was doubtlessly perverse - in fact the man's lecherous behavior was far more famous than Naruto's, and he was far less liked for it. There were already multiple occasions over the past three months where Jiraiya had asked him for a look at his Orioke. Just a quick glance at his female form bending over or pressing her elbows together.

Really, such a thing didn't bother the blonde in the least.

Now though, he feared he'd be met with a more ridiculous request when he approached the Toad Sage for fuuinjutsu lessons.

'I won't be exploited, -ttebayo!'

So he sat stuck in contemplation, his thoughts lingering on how he could win over Jiraiya and his gaze only coincidentally locked onto Ayame's ass while she worked. He idly slurped up another bundle of noodles, observing the slight bounce of her posterior as she danced between different work stations, and the way her tight shorts rode up her crack whenever she bent over the counter to reach something. It gave him a much more generous view than before, with both the swell of her cheeks and the outline of her mound going on full display each time she did.

'Damn...'

Naruto swallowed his food slowly and tore his eyes away in an attempt to remember what he came here to think about when a soft pair of lips squished against his cheek. He reflexively dropped a hand to try and hide the newfound tent in his pants even as he looked over to see a familiar brunette positively beaming on the stool next to him.

"Yakumo-chan?"

"H-Hey, Naruto-kun!"

Ayame spun around at the sound of a new voice, her eyes flattening once they landed on the other girl. She simply stared for a second, then fixed her shorts and blew a bang out of her face before silently going back to work.

"Um, I hope you don't think it's weird but I asked Kurenai-sensei and she said you come here a lot, so..." Yakumo explained, bashfully and preemptively.

"'S not weird, -ttebayo. I'm just surprised to see you outside - I mean... not in a bad way."

Naruto rubbed his neck to soothe the sheer awkwardness he felt from his own blunt greeting. Then quickly moved his hand back down to re-cover the bulge between his legs.

He didn't think she'd seen - or that it'd be that big a deal if she did - but he still didn't want to be known as the kind of weirdo who sits around eating ramen for breakfast with a raging hard-on.

"No, I know what you mean... but I've been training!" The skinny Kurama suddenly perked up. "I managed to convince Kurenai-sensei to keep teaching me genjutsu, and I've been doing some physical exercises on my own, too."

"Really? That's awesome -ttebayo! How'd you convince her to change her mind?"

Shhllp!

"With a whole lot of nagging..." Yakumo answered, cheeks glowing pink as she recalled her childish, unrelenting pestering of the older woman. "I think maybe your visit had something to do with it, because she never would have agreed beforehand."

"Ohm... you we'come I geush." Naruto congratulated as he chewed on a massive, much less molten mouthful of food. "Sho, dere a pa'i'c'ar reash'n 'ou 'an'e' do fin' 'e?"

Yakumo made a face while she watched him eat, half fascinated and half disgusted.

"You know... you really shouldn't talk with your mouth full."

Thud!

The two of them quickly glanced across the counter after hearing the loud, abrupt sound only to find Ayame cheerily dumping a batch of greens into a steaming pot.

They didn't seem to notice her knife embedded halfway through her cutting board.

"Anyway, I wanted to get you and... b-bring you to meet my parents."

"Gnk... parents?"

'Are we supposed to be that serious, -ttebayo?' Naruto wondered with mild concern.

This was only their second time ever meeting!

'Maybe she's a 'yandere'... I've heard about those, never seen one though.'

For a reason it could not fathom the fox in his mind sneezed, and for an entirely obvious reason a different entity palmed their face.

"I finally worked up the nerve to see them the other day, and while we were catching up I mentioned your name and... now they want to meet you." Yakumo recapped, her cheeks once again heating up. "Th-They're so overprotective... it's embarrassing. You don't have to come if you don't want to."

"Nah, it's no problem. I'd be happy to say hello, -ttebayo!" Naruto exclaimed, finally intelligible without a ludicrously-sized portion of ramen in his mouth.

He was also quite relieved that this didn't have anything to do with 'taking the next step in their relationship', or something.

"After I finish this, though." The blonde added before scooping up a piece of pork with his chopsticks. "And I might want seconds."

Shhllp!

"...maybe e'en 'irds." He added again, his eyes sneakily zeroing back in on Ayame's ass.

Yakumo's brow furrowed in distaste due to his continued habit of talking while he ate, but she still smiled at his carefree attitude - giving her an odd expression.

"In that case, I guess I'll order something too..."

Ayame let out an exceptionally loud exhale as she turned around with her arms crossed.

"What'll it be?"

"O-Oh, um... one miso please..."

'I guess she's in a bad mood...'

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A little bit later, near the village's outer limits...

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Naruto patted his hands down his front, unzipped his jacket half an inch, rolled his sleeves up just slightly, then ran his fingers a few times through his soft, blonde locks.

"Okay... I'm ready." He declared gravely.

This was only his second time ever formally meeting a girl's parents and he was doing it in a somewhat rich-looking part of town - with nice, large houses that each had multiple stories, decks, doors, and even their own private yards.

That was utterly foreign to the young jinchuuriki, especially considering he grew up in the heart of Konoha where everything was cramped and packed together. He'd never spent much time near the village's outskirts except when passing through the gates, and while Yakumo's place had certainly had ample grass around it it wasn't exactly comparable to the impeccably maintained gardens he was looking at now.

He stood rigidly, fully prepared to meet some sort of high profile couple. Politicians, or ex-shinobi perhaps.

A grizzled father with the hilt of a tanto peeking out from his robe and an unreadable mother whose mere gaze of disdain could reduce his will to live!

Naruto slapped his cheeks a couple times at the thought, already thoroughly intimidated by the imaginary parents he'd created.

"I'm ready... I'm ready." He mumbled, more so to himself this time.

"I-I heard you, I'm just not sure if I am..." Yakumo mumbled back with her hand hovering beside the front door. Contrary to her companion she was simply worried about the likely embarrassment she was about to endure.

Still, after taking a deep breath she slid the shoji aside and was immediately accosted by a dark, buzzing blur of a woman.

"Yakumo, sweetie! Are you hurt? Did you get here okay?" She rattled off while hovering around Yakumo and examining her from head to toe. She never actually touched her, and the brunette's mouth quirked in distaste.

"Okaa-san -"

"I was so worried - you said you would be here an hour ago! I thought maybe -"

"Okaa-san! I was just eating breakfast! With Naruto-kun..." Yakumo interrupted her mother with a fiery blush. Blended with the mortification though was genuine irritation, and she reached out to yank Naruto closer by the sleeve. "...the friend I told you about."

"Yes, of course, Naruto-san... was it balanced?" Yakumo's mom asked, turning her grey eyes onto him.

"Uh... what?"

"The meal! A healthy breakfast is crucial, dear."

Naruto stared up at the older woman - who was only slightly taller than him - and blinked. She had short, black hair and shining grey eyes filling up her slightly round face. Moving down he glimpsed her notable bust and the wide flare of her hips.

She was certifiably thick under that thin green dress, and -

He shook his head subtly to try and chase away the lewd thoughts.

'She's... not what I expected. And I don't think I should tell her we ate ramen...'

"Yyyep. It was very healthy... and nutritious, -ttebayo." He lied awkwardly.

"What did you have? And did she drink enough water? Actually there are supplements -"

"S-Stop harassing him!" Yakumo cried, her flush spreading all the way to her ears as she began pushing her mom back into the house. "You haven't even told him your name yet!"

"Oh, that's embarrassing... it's Uroko, dear. But you can call me oba-chan if you like - or maybe even okaa-chan?" Uroko offered over her daughter's shoulder. "Whatever you prefer."

Naruto cracked a grin and stepped through the door after them. She was certainly overprotective, perhaps even moreso than he'd heard, but she was far less frigid than he'd expected.

She was downright friendly!

"Okay... Uroko-chan it is!"

"Wow! You're quite forward... I do hope you respect my Yakumo's boundaries, though -"

"Kaa-san! C-Can you be normal for two seconds?" Yakumo complained. "Naruto-kun's your guest - offer him tea! Take his coat, show him where to sit, d-don't... antagonize him!"

"Right - would you like tea?" Uroko blurted immediately while shuffling around Yakumo and over to Naruto who was still kicking off his sandals in the doorway. "Can I take your jacket? We have tatami in the main room or stools in the kitchen. There's also -"

"Now you're just overwhelming him!" The younger Kurama pointed out. "Where's Otou-san?"

"Oh! Well, he... he went looking for you."

...

...

...

After a few seconds of pure silence Uroko turned back around, now looking a bit bashful herself.

"S-Since you were late, we were worried, you know and..."

Yakumo sighed and made for the door.

"I'll go get him. He'll... he'll have an organized manhunt going by noon if he doesn't find me..." She muttered darkly.

Naruto looked away in an attempt not to laugh.

It sounded like she was speaking from experience.

"No, honey, I'll -"

"I'll go, Okaa-san. And I'll be right back too, just... don't be weird in front of Naruto-kun." Yakumo pleaded while pulling her mom in for a quick, tight hug.

"Yakumo! You'll hurt yourself!" Uroko panicked, trying to gently fight back against the embrace. She was far too tentative to actually use any kind of force though, and her relatively tall daughter leaned down to place a kiss on top of her head.

"I'm not that weak anymore."

"Doesn't it hurt though?"

"Not enough..."

"What?"

"N-Nothing! Back soon!" Yakumo backed up in a fluster and almost tripped in her haste to scurry out the door.

"Be safe!" Uroko called out, her palms cupping around her mouth to make sure her words of concern carried onto the street.

Naruto shifted on his feet awkwardly, having both caught and understood what Yakumo whispered.

'Why the hell would she say that out loud...'

The two remaining shorties stood around quietly in the foyer for a bit before one of them finally broke the sudden tension.

"So! Tea? Would you like to sit? Can I take your jacket?" Uroko asked in quick, backwards succession with her hands already reaching out to unzip his top for him.

Naruto blinked once again at her rather intrusive behavior, but answered nonetheless.

"Uh... yes, yes, and yes -ttebayo."

He shrugged his shoulders out of his coat and twisted around so she could take it all the way off of him, then watched her meticulously fold it up into a neat square. Seeing her slender fingers lightly brush across the fabric to smooth it out oddly filled his head with dirty thoughts, increasing the awkward stiffness he was feeling.

Of course Yakumo's slip-up hadn't helped either, and he hoped Uroko didn't find it suspicious the way he kept one arm looming over his front.

"Will you be staying a while? No - that's a weird question..." She suddenly piped up.

"'S not that weird."

"...what exactly is your relationship with my daughter?" Uroko wondered instead as she began walking down the hall.

Naruto trudged along after her and lifted a hand to rub at the side of his neck.

"Just friends... -ttebayo."

It certainly wasn't a lie, but it also wasn't the word most people would use for someone they'd creampied multiple times on the very same day they'd met them.

"My, that's twice now... '-ttebayo'." She mused with a smile. "It's cute."

As always, having his verbal tic brought to attention made the blonde's face heat up, and he clenched his jaw indignantly.

'Tch, 'cute'... well I won't say it again, lady!'

Uroko delicately placed his jacket next to a fancy-looking vase and then turned the corner into what must have been the kitchen - a big, wide space with the same hardwood flooring as the hallway and a waist-high island separating the stove, fridge, and sink from the rest of the room. What caught Naruto's attention though was the massive glass pane that made up the wall opposite the door, and the lavish garden on the other side of it. Various vibrant flowers and ferns all nestled within a square deck, and it was huge too, despite not being visible from the street.

"Go ahead and make yourself comfortable while I get the water boiling. What kind of tea would you like?" Uroko asked, already swimming over to the sink and filling up the kettle that she'd scooped up off the counter.

"Er... with sugar." Naruto declared as he settled down onto on of the island's stools. With her back turned and the edge of the island top providing him some cover, he took the opportunity to subtly adjust himself, one hand lifting his waistband and the other moving in to push his dick down so it laid beside his thigh.

It was somewhat humiliating for him to be sprung at such an improper time, especially considering how infrequently he experienced any kind of drought. But he'd gotten that little show at Ichiraku's and now Uroko - short as she was - was propped on the tips of her toes in order to grab some sugar out of a cabinet, causing the dress she was wearing to lift. The fabric tightened around her sizeable butt slightly, accentuating her curves and stealing his gaze, and despite himself Naruto stared wholeheartedly.

The older woman laughed as she picked up three boxes before spinning around and placing them in front of her guest.

"I meant what type, dear. There's sencha, mugicha, and genmaicha... I usually have more, but I haven't been to the shops yet this week." She explained, her face and tone turning shameful.

"Ah... uh, I guess I'm not much of a tea-drinker, -t..." Naruto started, barely catching his tic and struggling to keep his eyes on Uroko's. She was bent over the island in order to talk to him, causing her chest to hang down a little bit. Really, the sight was perfectly benign but he was positively bricked, and the small glimpse of cleavage he was receiving made his tip twitch in his pants.

"Then I'll get you a cup of each and we'll see which one you like best!" Uroko declared excitedly. "Yakumo always liked sencha and Murakumo - her father - always preferred genmaicha... personally I just love to try all different kinds! Even from far-off lands, I've never tried a tea I didn't like."

Naruto smiled, her enthusiasm helping him to stay focused, but then she suddenly sank down and her boobs flattened over the island top in a way that made it completely clear she wasn't wearing a bra.

'O-Oi...'

"Uh... Uroko-chan?"

"D... Do you think she's alright?" Uroko mumbled, glancing up at him pitifully.

"You mean Yakumo-chan?"

"Yes! Oh, she's been out there so long... what if she got lost!"

"She's been out there... for less than five minutes, -ttebayo." The blonde responded slowly, and totally oblivious to his tic slipping out.

"But she could have been accosted! My poor Yakumo, she -"

"She's really not as weak as you think." He interrupted firmly. "She'll be fine... and it's a weekday morning in Konoha, -ttebayo. If she needs any kind of help there're plenty of people out 'n' about."

"H-How do you know? I've seen her hurt herself so many times, just doing simple things..." Uroko argued with tiny tears forming in the corners of her gray orbs.

"She... showed me -" Naruto looked away briefly, recalling the long, rough encounter he'd had with the bruise-covered girl. "- and she said she's been doing some kind of training too, -ttebayo. Anyway, don't you think you should trust your daughter? Uh, I get you're worried... but you need to be... cheering her on, -ttebayo... not holding her back..." He finished lamely as he became overly aware that he was lecturing someone probably twice his age.

It was easy to forget when she was bent over the island like that, looking up at him like she was.

Uroko pouted quietly for half a minute, to the point where the silence was almost uncomfortable, before finally leaning up with a tentative smile.

"You know all the right words, huh? I wonder what you must have said to Yakumo, because I've never seen her light so much like she did when she was talking about you." She mused absently. "You're right, of course... it's just..."

Her genuine concern over something so seemingly absurd would normally have Naruto rising to the occasion, trying to offer more reassurance... but right now his mind was somewhere else entirely.

Somewhere decidedly less wholesome.

Without saying anything he reached out and brushed his fingertips against her cheek, then moved in slowly, incredibly slowly, giving her a surplus of time to pull back or perhaps slap him upside the head.

She didn't though, and the two of them closed their eyes as their lips squished together - mildly at first, followed by their mouths opening and their tongues slipping and sliding against each other.

After about ten seconds of rather wet smooching Naruto moved back and used a finger to snap the little string of spit that had stayed connecting their bottom lips.

"I-I... I was trying to be polite by not mentioning it, but... I'm aware of your reputation with women..." Uroko admitted breathily, her face pink. "I-Is that why you're here? To try and sleep with a married woman?"

Seeing as he'd already kissed her on impulse and there were no illusions about his lecherous status, Naruto decided to simply go for it.

"No... you just look damn good in that dress -ttebayo." He said lowly.

The light blush Uroko'd already been sporting sank down to her collar bone as she craned her neck to check herself out.

"Really?"

Skrrt!

In one abrupt motion Naruto slid his stool back (possibly scratching the hardwood), got up, and stepped around the side of the island. Uroko simply stayed exactly as she was and watched him come all the way around to stand directly behind her, her heart thudding away madly in her chest. The frantic organ sped up even further once his hands settled onto her hips and she gasped when he took a single step forward, planting his thick, stiff bulge directly in the middle of her ass.

"What do you think?"

Uroko didn't respond at first, or even move. She could feel his tented shaft pressing up between her cheeks and onto her mound, and as the seconds piled up she could feel his heat begin to seep into her. Her breath came short and her pulse was a near-constant thrum in her ears - someone she didn't know, more or less a total stranger, had her bent over in her own kitchen. The fronts of his thighs were brushing against the backs of hers and the grip of his hands on her hips was like iron, apprising her of just how little she was really wearing. Her green autumn dress had looked so quaint in the mirror when she put it on this morning but now the thin cloth felt as though it did little to actually clothe her.

Surely he could see the exact shape of her body with the way the dress clung to it - the curve of her back and the swell of her ass, especially outlined by his erection pushing the fabric into her crack, the flare of her hips and the lines of her shoulder blades - she wasn't even wearing a bra! She may as well be naked before this young man she'd just met, and a rush of electricity surfed along her spine as her plain white panties grew damp.

Had this kind of thing always been so exhilarating?

"I... I think... Yakumo and her f-father could be back... very soon..." She murmured through faint breaths.

Naruto's hands ran up her sides all the way to her shoulders before coming back down to rest on her hips, and she heard him release an exhale that she could only describe as tangled.

"Well, I don't usually say this, -ttebayo, but... we'll only need a couple minutes." He declared, his eyes raking away from her butt to lock onto her face. He then leaned forward a bit, causing his breath to wash over her ear. "Whaddya say?"

Uroko's ruddy face reddened further at his casual, callous invitation. It made sense - if the gossip she'd heard was anything to go by, he'd done this hundreds of times with hundreds of random women, seducing then fucking them in the same day he learned their name. While her romantic experience was relegated to a single boyfriend who she later married, his probably made situations like this totally routine. She fully expected him to just carry on, to merely hike up her dress and push her panties to the side before taking her as he liked. The idea made her breath hitch and her slit leak down the insides of her thighs, sending shivers all the way up to her scalp.

His hands stayed right where they were though, and from her peripheral she could see his lidded, blue eyes locked onto her face.

Her heart stuttered and pounded wildly in so much anticipation that she could feel the vibration in her throat, and the suspense lasted so long that the little trails of juice dripping down her legs made it all the way to her ankles.

Still, he didn't start undressing her - or himself - and she suddenly realized that he was actually waiting for a response.

"O-Oh..."

Uroko chewed her bottom lip anxiously.

Obviously, agreeing to go any further would be adultery. What she'd said earlier about her family's imminent return was vague and noncommittal, an open-ended statement that could be construed as its own suggestive invitation, or as a genuine, honest attempt to dissuade her guest's advances.

But if she said anything else now other than 'no', she would be unequivocally cheating.

The fact only made her pussy wetter and she buried her face in her arms guiltily.

"W... We need to be quick..." Her husky, muffled voice rang out quietly.

Naruto leaned even closer, causing his abdomen to squish down the top of her butt.

"What was that? You have to speak up, -ttebayo."

Even without seeing the blonde's face Uroko was sure he was smirking and she lifted her head to give him an embarrassed look.

"I-I said it needs to be quick, because at any moment - ah!" The frustrated woman stopped in surprise as Naruto tugged at her dress, pulling and bunching up the flimsy fabric until it cleared her backside. He let it lay on the small of her back then dropped one hand to roughly yank her panties down until they spanned uselessly around the middle of her thighs.

It was about as fast and crude as she'd imagined, and the sensation of the fat, sloppy pillars of grool that stretched out between her slit and her ruined underwear made her face glow dark red. She didn't have much time to be mortified or nervous or anything else though because after a quick 'zzzip!' she felt his hands return to her hips and his swollen tip come bumping against her slippery lips.

"If I'm being too rough... just lemme know."

His hot, hushed words only lingered in her ear for a single second and then he was sinking straight into her, filling out her dripping twat with meat in one smooth stroke. She could feel his clothed waist snug up tightly against her naked ass briefly before he moved away and swung back in, creating a muted little 'pap!' and a not-so-muted splash of sticky pussy juice.

Shlack!

The force rocked her body against the island and made her booty cheeks ripple while he pulled out, only for him to slam his pipe right back into her tunnel. Naruto didn't give her time to savor the way his girth stretched her out or to even adjust to being stuffed so suddenly, he just kept thrusting away at her dripping, drooling snatch making her breathe out in the form of thick, muffled moans.

"Mmh, hm, hn, hn, hn..."

There was no type of play or intimacy involved.

His mouth was still hovering right beside her ear but neither his lips nor tongue bothered to graze her skin and his hands that were clenched so tightly upon her waist didn't stray an inch either. They didn't try to sneak their way up and around to grope her tits - which were now thoroughly squished between herself and the island - nor did they travel the short distance down to cop a feel of her bare, bouncing ass. They stayed perfectly still, holding her by the middle and bracing her behind against the prominent 'pap, pap, pap!' of his rapidly pistoning penis.

This young man was simply focused on doing one thing, and it was steadily driving her crazy; crudely cramming her cunt to the brim with cock.

Specifically, cock that wasn't her husband's.

The boy behind her wasn't the person she'd married - the loving, wonderful spouse that she'd been faithful to for over thirty years. He also wasn't the father of her only precious daughter - the absolute light of her life.

Yet he was still ramming his dick into her raw pussy with abandon, causing her to spill cup after cup of syrupy nectar onto her stretched panties where the silky, glossy cum collected briefly before drenching straight through and flowing over the sides - splatting all over the kitchen floor in a viscous, sticky mess.

It was beyond immoral, getting fucked by this condomless stranger while she waited for her husband and child, and her sloppy pink hole began frothing up with excessive arousal as she continued to think about it. Yakumo and Murakumo could walk on in at any second to find her getting hammered in the middle of the house. Right next to the living room in fact, and she wouldn't be surprised if all of the sticky stuff she was sloughing down onto the hardwood left some kind of permanent stain.

Perhaps she'd forget to even try to clean it and her husband would slip on it later tonight when he came to the kitchen to drink some water.

"Ahak-hn!" Uroko let out a loud, surprised moan when her own perverted imaginations suddenly made her squirt on Naruto's pounding shaft - in turn making the blonde loose a low, lengthy moan.

"Oooh, fuck..."

Fuzzy tingles scattered out from his pelvis to his extremities as his meat was flooded with a surplus of hot sap, and he picked up the pace a little bit.

Shlack, shlack, shlack, shlack, shlack!

"Ahn! H... Harder!"

Naruto squinted at the back of her head upon hearing Uroko's stuttered request.

He was already nailing her juicy twat hard enough that it sounded like somebody was churning butter. Her entire frame was jolting harshly against the island with each thrust and despite the cushion provided by his pants her butt was still starting to turn red from the hurried pattern his hips were beating into it.

But... he always aimed to please.

So he redoubled his grip on her waist, leaned back, spread his feet a little, and began slinging his stiff scepter down her tunnel. He pulled out until his tip kissed her lips before thrusting back in in hard enough to make the island top give a concerning rattle, then again and again, pumping her pussy as hard and as fast as he reasonably could - and ensuring his strokes were as long as his six and a half inches would allow.

Shlack-shlack-shlack-shlack-shlack!

"Ah-ah-ah-ah-ahn!"

Her jittery, percussive moaning filled the jinchuuriki with a bit of pride for a moment, though the smile quickly slid off his face due to both the sheer effort of his animated humping, and the thrilling pleasure of her tight, sopping walls engulfing and releasing his stick so rapidly.

Then, she spoke up again.

"H-Harder! Hn-H-Harder!"

"Wh-What the -hh- hell are you talking about -ttebayo?!" Naruto stuttered right back, voice loaded with incredulity. Stamina was far and away his strongsuit and he was beginning to lose his breath he was plowing her so hard. The only way he could go harder would be to start using chakra - either blue or red - but she was a short, middle-aged housewife!

He wasn't trying to put her in a coma before her family got here!

"'Harder' my ass! H-How 'bout this?"

Smack!

"Hahn!"

Naruto finally let go of one of her hips to clap his palm onto her left asscheek, and the result was immediate with his wild thrusts causing her unsupported posterior to wobble from side-to-side - and in tandem with his pullout-length strokes he abruptly missed her pussy on the way in, resulting in his well-lubricated cock sliding up against her perineum and snugging along her crack.

Deciding he could use a little breather anyway he simply let his prick rest between her buns and gave her left asscheek another firm

Smack!

"Mmn! Y-Yes, do that again!" Uroko cried out rather dramatically. They'd stopped fucking for the moment but her snatch was spilling its stuff more than ever, and when his warm, calloused hand came smacking against her butt again she sprayed a little bit of juice onto his pants.

"Oh, harder! H-Harder!"

Naruto's lustful, lidded orbs glued themselves onto her butt appreciatively, enjoying the visual aesthetic of her supple spheres sandwiching his pulsing rod. Both of her glutes were a healthy pink (though the left was slightly redder), and as he gave the same cheek a fourth swat he felt rather than saw the ensuing bit of nectar that her kitty spit onto his crotch.

He was wearing pants, sure, but the volume of warm fluid exiting her excited slit had long since soaked all the way through the orange fabric.

'Man... she likes it really rough...' He thought as he gave her another swift spanking. His hand was swatting the exact same cheek in the exact same spot with enough strength to set her whole booty jiggling - a pleasant sight for his eyes and a teasing treat for his swollen meat - and she was still moaning for him to spank her even harder. That blushing patch of flesh must have stung and would likely be bruised tomorrow, yet the puddle of juice on the floor was only getting bigger.

'Maybe this is where Yakumo-chan got it from...'

He gave her reddened booty a sixth hard smack while he recalled the particularly rough treatment that had had the younger Kurama squirting all over her bedroom.

Smack! "Ah-hahn!"

Then a seventh and eighth.

Smack-Smack! "Nn!"

Then another four, all in quick succession.

Smack! Smack, smack, smack! "Hn-nn, ah!"

The hits were harsh and loud, each one making her butt bounce and causing her tight, puckering asshole to grind along the underside of his shaft. Her left cheek was legitimately glowing now, and she whimpered quietly into her forearm while Naruto massaged the abused flesh.

"Wh... Why'd you stop...?"

Smack!

He responded by releasing her other hip to give her right side a healthy spanking, and she instantly squirted an additional dose of musky pussy juice onto his crotch.

"Fuck you're making a mess..." Naruto commented, his eyes drooping down to survey the little lake of stuff beneath their feet. "I didn't think Yakumo-chan's mom would be such a slut." He added as he groped her pinkened ass.

Normally he'd save the demeaning dirty talk for the women he already knew were into it, but based on what she'd liked so far as well as the way she started pushing back on him impatiently he figured it was probably right up her alley.

"I-I'm not! I... I've always been faithful to Murakumo..." Uroko argued weakly. Even as she spoke though she was already arching her back and lifting her butt to smush her needy twat against him, trying to encourage him to re-enter.

"C'mon, -ttebayo... you're dripping everywhere for some random guy you met ten minutes ago..." Naruto pointed out. He was getting a touch impatient himself, and started slipping and sliding his prick along her crack while he felt her up. His left hand remained on her beet-red booty, squishing and squeezing it at the same time that his right wandered around to her front. His fingers grazed through her large, neatly-trimmed patch of pubes until they reached her clit - then he pinched the stiff bean and yanked on it, making her gasp and moan simultaneously.

The telling noise made his tip twitch as he pumped his meat between her globes, dribbling thick drops of precum all over her tailbone.

"N-No! It's... I...hhhmn!" Her breathy, feeble attempt to defend herself fell away beneath a deep, wanton moan.

She wanted to tell this crude boy that she was being honest, and that she really did love her husband. He was the only man she'd ever so much as held hands with and waking up next to him every morning filled her with a worldly satisfaction.

She could happily say that Murakumo was her soulmate, but...

Smack! "Nn!"

...their sex-life amounted to mere missionary - twice a week for three minutes of uninspired humping like he was just going through the motions. Then when he was about to finish he'd suddenly pull out and waste his load in a tissue because 'he wasn't sure they were ready for another child'.

Didn't he know chakra contraceptives exist? He could at least shoot it on her face!

She'd always been aware of her own growing sexual frustration that she kept bottled up, however she never imagined that it would only take an attractive, young man hitting on her to completely unscrew the lid.

Uroko moaned again when Naruto's creamy cock switched from rubbing on her butt to prodding against her pussy. All of the precum he'd been leaking had drizzled down her crack where it got smeared around by his thrusting dick, leaving them both with a viscous coat of lubrication which he gladly put to use. First, by sticking a thumb straight into her asshole and pressing the inner wall against his index finger before tugging her into him. The unannounced penetration made her squeak in surprise and raise her head to look back at him, and he took the opportunity to reach out and fist his free hand into her short, black hair.

Then, he pulled on her head, forcing her to arch her back while he swung forward and buried himself inside her snatch.

Shhhlack!

Pap, pap, pap, pap, pap!

"Ah-nha-nha-nhah-hah!"

Uroko's little noises of pleasure came staggering back as Naruto set a more moderate, rhythmic pace. That didn't mean he wasn't still absolutely hammering away at her sopping cunt, though, and since the slower thrusts didn't bounce her entire lower body to and fro he didn't actually need to hold her still anymore.

So he popped his thumb out of her butt and -

Smack!

Smack!

Smack!

- gave her right asscheek a hefty spanking that had her whining and squirting.

"Hmm... damn you're a -ah- freak..." Naruto mumbled between breaths of exertion.

"I - I - I'm n-nottuhn!"

"Really?"

He suddenly yanked on her hair, hard, and lifted up his bare foot to stomp on her soggy panties - sliding them all the way down to the floor. With her legs free of the soiled fabric he picked up her right thigh and set it on the island top, making both of them moan at the new pressure and feel of how her pussy was wrapped around his thrusting cock.

Her new position also left her right asscheek all plump and propped up by the island, and Naruto took advantage by bringing his palm straight down like he was slamming a desk.

Slap!

"Ah-hhhn!"

The sound of his hand pummeling her bright red butt, followed by her movie-quality moan, easily rang out through the entire house and probably all the way to the street. Of course neither of the adulterers paid their volume any mind and Naruto gave her another mighty slap!, causing her cheek to jiggle like jello.

"Ah - ..."

In the middle of another moan Uroko's throat seized up and her left leg gave out, and he would have been concerned if he couldn't see her eyes rolling up and feel her twat squeezing his prick. After nearly ten more seconds of him fucking the silent, limp woman her voice came flooding back in a series of low, shuddering 'mm's and 'nn's while she began spritzing steaming pussy juice all over his pants. It made a noise like a hurricane hitting a tarp, and between her wanton behavior and the vaginal massage brought on by her orgasm, Naruto found himself cumming too.

Without any real warning or build up his bulging, pounding dick started squirting its thick batter into Uroko's tunnel. A few ropes sprayed along the middle, some dumped near the entrance, and plenty were fired straight into her womb. As usual the small space was packed to its limit rapidly, leaving his excess semen to spill out of her stretched cunt and ooze down to the hardwood floor.

The additional mess was hardly worth mentioning, considering almost half of the kitchen was already covered in Uroko's cum.

Once his peak tapered off Naruto let go of her hair (leaving her face to fall harmlessly into her arms), and grabbed her hips before bottoming out. He stayed like that for a moment to simply enjoy the creamy feeling of being buried in a freshly-fucked snatch that was overflowing with his spunk, his lidded blue orbs raking over his partners image.

Her dark tresses were somewhat ruffled and the heavy rise and fall of her chest highlighted the way her thin green dress clung to her back, damp as it was with so much sweat. Inevitably he fixed his gaze upon her scarlet behind - her cheeks were practically vibrating with color and her right buttock even had a nice, clear handprint right in the middle from how hard he'd spanked her. All in all the sight gave him that particular lurch in his belly.

His meat was still hard, she was still leaking, and there were about a hundred other things he'd like to try with this surprisingly kinky housewife, but at any moment -

Clack!

- that could happen.

The unmistakeable sound of the front door being flung open made Naruto hang his head and sigh.

'Please tell me I'm not going to have to fist-fight Yakumo-chan's dad, -ttebayo...'

He could try to scramble around and save face... but there was a stupid amount of incriminating fluids on the floor and Uroko - beyond having unusable underwear and a soaked, wrinkled dress - was still riding her high.

Nevermind the fact that he hadn't even pulled out yet.

"Otou-san, I told you -"

"Uroko! Uroko! Is everything okay? Just now, I heard you yell from all the... way..."

A dark-haired man - presumably Murakumo - abruptly came tearing down the hallway in a nervous frenzy only to freeze up entirely when he finally rounded the corner into the kitchen doorway.

"U... Uroko...?"

Hearing her name called, Uroko sluggishly lifted her head, her pupils shrinking after they landed on her husband.

"A-Anata...!"

She didn't say anything else. Obviously there wasn't anything she could say.

Her face was flushed and her hair was a mess, her bare cheeks were out and she had a leg up on the island leaving absolutely zero ambiguity as to what Naruto was doing posted up behind her. Perhaps most damning though was the little wet column of drool still hanging from the corner of her mouth after she'd just had the most mind-numbing orgasm of her life.

In fact there were so many endorphins bouncing around in her skull right now that she wasn't even really sure she felt that bad about being caught.

In fact, it kind of made her a little excited.

"T-Tou-san! You almost knocked over kaa-san's favorite vase! I told you to slow down, she's... probably..."

Similarly to her father Yakumo's lively chatter died on her lips once she stepped into the kitchen's doorway, and Naruto coughed awkwardly.

'Sh... Should I pull out now, or...?'

Certainly the sooner he cleared that hurdle the better, right?

Before he could though the air suddenly thickened, followed by Yakumo doubling over at the waist.

"A-Ah!"

She cried out in pain and curled in on herself, both hands reaching up to grip her own head.

Murakumo managed to tear his eyes away from his wife to glance at his daughter with concern.

"Yakumo... what's wrong?" He asked in his best soothing voice... which wasn't great at the moment.

It must have been difficult to switch on 'doting parent' mode with his half-naked spouse and another man only a few feet away.

"H-Hurts... my...! Ah!" Yakumo collapsed to her knees, making Murakumo's concern spike and even the hazy Uroko started to show some worry.

"Wh-What is it Yakumo? Your stomach? Your head? I-I think we have some of your old medication still, hang on." He turned around to go fetch said medicine when a piercing

Fffwip!

reverberated throughout the room.

All of a sudden everything went dark.

Not pitch black, but rather tinted, and Naruto blinked in a stupor. One second he'd been wondering at the heavy atmosphere that'd settled over the room then the next he was pinned against the glass window overlooking the garden by long, inky tendrils. They wrapped and slithered around his legs and arms to hold him up, with one coming up to cover his mouth.

'The fuck?!'

He could see Murakumo was subdued as well, held in place next to the kitchen door by the same murky appendages and Yakumo simply crouching right next to him - untouched. He didn't even realize where Uroko was until the brunette stood, walked toward the island, and glanced up.

Naruto followed her gaze to see the older woman writhing against the ceiling in a similar predicament to him and her husband - four tentacles restraining her limbs and one keeping her muzzled.

'What the hell's going on -ttebayo?! Wh-Where the fuck did these things come from?' Naruto wondered furiously as he tried unsuccessfully to fight out of his inky captor's grip.

After a few fruitless seconds he stopped and focused back on Yakumo.

'Wait, why is she the only one not tied up? Is she immune?!'

While the blonde continued theory-crafting ways and reasons to explain why his frail friend hadn't fallen victim to this random, eldritch monstrosity, he kept his eyes on her in earnest.

She was stepping up onto the island top directly below Uroko and stretching both of her arms up toward her.

Surely to untangle her, he thought.

Then she'd save her father, and then him.

'Family first, I understand, -ttebayo.' Naruto conceded solemnly.

Instead of anything like that though Yakumo grabbed her mother's ankles and began pulling her downward like an errant balloon. At the same time the tentacles wrapped around her legs split, multiplying from two into four and the blonde blinked again.

'What.'

The two new appendages crawled up her thighs quickly like hungry snakes and dove straight into her exposed pussy, making Uroko moan hotly into the tendril covering her mouth... which took the opportunity to slide into her mouth, muffling her further. It pumped and undulated down her throat and the ones between her legs slithered all the way up to the end of her tunnel where they slipped straight past her cervix and into her womb. Secured snugly inside her belly the tendrils moved away from each other, stretching out the tiny passage just enough that the creamy stuff inside of her womb began to drain.

Naruto watched - half dumbfounded and half stiff - as Yakumo opened her mouth to catch his creampie straight out of her mom's twat. The thick, gooey sperm drizzled down onto her tongue in a thin line like icing and the second she got a taste she moved up to drink directly from the source.

Why was the room so inexplicably dim?

Where on earth did these tentacles come from?

And of course - why was Yakumo the only one not being wrangled by them?

All of these questions had been tumbling around the blonde's mind and he should have been in more of a panic, but he couldn't help how captivated he was by the scene before him.

'What the fuck is going on, -ttebayo...'

His cock (which was still hanging out of his zipper) twitched eagerly and the inky arms around his legs responded, splitting just like they had with Uroko. Except instead of becoming four they became many, and about half of the amorphous things wrapped around meat to jerk him up and down while the rest deftly undid the button on his pants. 'H-How the hell?!' They then yanked his trousers all the way down to his ankles before returning to his junk and separating into two groups. The main two tentacles on his thighs forced him to lift and spread his legs, leaving his sack to dangle defenselessly in the grasp of the first group, the collection of tiny tendrils cradling and massaging his nuts with surprising consideration. The other group went a little further back so they could press and slide against his asshole, and Naruto moaned out in unbidden pleasure as the murky appendages serviced him.

Out of his squinted blue orbs he could see Murakumo being violated as well, looking like he was already on the verge of busting.

'Wh-Why are they so good at this dattebayo?!'

'Fool.'

A second, feminine voice echoed within Naruto's head, after which everything seemed to flash.

The room brightened, the weird, writhing tentacles disappeared, and he was suddenly back next to the island like nothing ever happened.

He stood perfectly still for a solid twenty seconds before coming to a realization.

'It was just... a genjutsu... wait, Kyuubi? Oi!'

There was no answer from the fox but he was sure it had been her voice.

'I guess she broke me out... but...'

"Oh, baby, be careful with those teeth! I-I'm still sensitive!"

Shlup!

Shlup!

Shlup...

"There's no way this is actually happening..." Naruto mumbled aloud as his brain finished readjusting to reality.

Uroko was now fully up on the island, lounging back leisurely on her butt and splaying her thighs wide so Yakumo could slurp the creamy spunk out of her snatch. Naruto himself was being idly stroked by one of Yakumo's free hands, and Murakumo was standing on the other side of the island, already spraying his load onto his daughter's small, bruised butt.

The incestuous threesome did give him some pause - though not as much as it might've if a certain household hadn't desensitized him - but it was moreso Yakumo's appearance that he was stuck on.

Her skin was a matte grey, her once-brown hair had blackened and extended all the way down to her waist and perhaps the disconcerting was her face: dark, angry eyes and wildly large canines that seemed more like tusks - both of which were overshadowed by the long, thick horns sticking straight out from her temples. They spanned to the sides like a bull's, and they were laying heavily into Uroko's pelvis as her daughter lapped at her tasty cunt.

"Uh... Y... Yakumo-chan?" Naruto tried to take a step back only for the skinny girl to pull him closer by his dick.

She rose her head to look at him then swiveled herself around so that she was facing him instead of Uroko.

"Wh-What's -"

Gluck!

"- oh, fuck..." Naruto moaned loudly when she wordlessly took his staff into her throat. Right away she started sucking and 'glk, glk, glk!'ing on his cock, thankfully with her mouth wide enough that her giant fangs merely scraped along his pole harmlessly. Her hands reached around to grab his clothed ass and lock him in place and he glanced over at Uroko with utter confusion shining in his eyes, but the older Kurama just took to casually playing with her pussy while she enjoyed the show.

Murakumo climbed up onto the island with his dick in his hand and his foggy gaze on his wife, although as soon as he made to shuffle toward her Yakumo suddenly pulled off of Naruto's meat and barked at him.

"Mine!"

Her voice was oddly deep and warped, sending a shiver up the blonde's spine that amplified when she went right back to swallowing his rod. Across the island he saw Murakumo turn away from Uroko and crawl up behind Yakumo - and Naruto's subconscious filled in the blank for him.

'Th-They must still be under the genjustu!'

"Oi! Uh..."

'What was his name?'

"...Makuromo-san! S-Snap out of it -un- ttebayo!" He stuttered as firmly as he could. The loud, wet glucking he was receiving made it pretty hard to focus.

'Makuromo' didn't seem to hear him though, and Naruto watched anxiously as the mustached man posted up behind Yakumo. Without a lick of hesitation he grabbed her left hip and guided his thick cock into his daughter's waiting pussy, stuffing the tight, pink hole in one go. Other than a quiet hum that Naruto could feel vibrating through his dick Yakumo showed no reaction, and her father was pretty robotic about it too. He thrusted his hips slowly, lackadaisically, with both of his hands resting on her waist and his eyes staring blankly ahead.

Uroko was still just finger-fucking herself, and Naruto moaned guiltily as Yakumo continued to deepthroat him.

'Th-This is so messed up...'

As far as he knew, he was the only one of the four that was actually lucid right now.

Still, that didn't stop him from spraying his load into his friend's mouth a few minutes later - or from getting hard again when he got to see Murakumo flood her swollen twat with cum. The demonic-looking Kurama had them switch after that, commanding her father to take her asshole with words while use while using pure force to have Naruto pound her gooey pussy.

Uroko was entirely left out, her presence apparently unimportant to Yakumo after she'd cleaned all the stuff out of her mom's tunnel. All she cared about were the two men, the fanged, horned girl making them spitroast and tag-team her over and over, switching holes and combining creampies until she felt fully satisfied.

Which ended up taking hours.

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Later...

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Naruto leaned back in his chair, his eyes retreating as far along the ceiling as they could.

He really wanted to whistle or something, but he also couldn't bring himself to break the crushingly tense silence.

Eventually Yakumo had gone back to normal, after which Naruto quickly discovered that he was not, in fact, the only one lucid.

He also discovered that the genjutsu was cast by her - or at least her alternate personality - and that her parents were luckily none-the-wiser. Yakumo maintained the illusion until Naruto had fully cleaned up, and then they'd endured an impossibly awkward discussion with them over tea.

Like they hadn't just got done fucking her mother and father.

Now, they were back at Naruto's place.

And he really wanted to whistle, because he wasn't sure what the hell to say.

"Ah..." Yakumo piped up only to fall quiet again. "I'm -"

"Sorry for banging your kaa-san, -ttebayo." Naruto suddenly blurted out impulsively. This was his fourth time hooking up with a friend's mom, and even for a pervert like him the shame was beginning to pile up.

"O-Oh! Right, yeah, u-uhm..." Yakumo twisted and shifted around in her seat restlessly, then let out a big breath. "I-Ido... uh, I've always h-had... that."

"You mean your demon form?"

"I-It's not me! It's like - a whole other person! I..." The brunette chewed the inside of her cheek for a second before continuing. "Y... You don't, um..."

Naruto leaned forward now, feeling much more comfortable since the conversation was flowing.

Well, sort of flowing.

"Don't worry, if it's about you having sex with your kaa-san and tou-san then don't worry - I won't tell anyone -ttebayo!" He reassured her bluntly, complete with a dorky thumbs up.

"N-No, it's not - I mean, thank you, but... you don't think I'm g-gross? Or weird... or scary..." Yakumo asked with her cheeks burning up.

"You mean your demon form?"

"Ido! It's like a separate personality..." She corrected again.

"Er, right, sorry..." Naruto rubbed his neck. "Well, Ido-chan is just another side of you, right? Uh... a really horny side of you..."

Yakumo's blush glowed bright enough to light up her whole face.

"No! Ido is the embodiment of my n-negative emotions... I-I was really unhappy when I saw you and Okaa-san..."

"You mean jealous?"

Despite the situation he couldn't help but grin.

"S-So... you don't think I'm a f-freak?" She asked, blowing right past his teasing.

"Eh? Of course not. Y'know, I kinda got a similar thing..." Naruto revealed. He wasn't sure he wanted to outright say exactly what thing he had, though, so he just let his sentence hang in the air.

...

...

...

"So... d... w-would you want to... um..." Yakumo squeezed her thighs together tightly. "I-I mean... c-can we do it?"

"What."

"S-Sorry, I'm still not experienced with this s-stuff... what I mean is -"

"I know what the hell you mean -ttebayo. You really wanna go again after all that?" Naruto asked incredulously.

"Well, you and my t... t... O-Otou-san weren't... rough enough. I didn't really get off." She whispered. Her face was practically steaming as she recalled the relatively gentle double pounding she'd received.

Or rather - the fact that her father was part of it.

"Uh..."

It was midday now, and he still hadn't come up with a plan to approach Jiraiya.

He really should, for once, just say 'no'.

"...sure. My room's right -"

"No! L-Let's do it right here, on the table! Like you did with Okaa-san..."

Skrrt!

The skinny girl scooched her chair back and in the blink of an eye she was kicking off her pants and underwear while her hands undid her obi. Her enthusiasm roused Naruto's too, and the grin returned to his face as he stood up from his own chair.

"Alright. Tell me just how rough you really want it then, -ttebayo."

She did, and instead of brainstorming he spent the rest of the day busting nuts in and on his insatiable friend.


Omake #21:

Earlier that same day...

Shlick!

Shlack!

Shlick!

Shlack!

Pop!

Crunch!

"Hh-mmn!"

Shlick, shlick, shlack, shlick...

Ayame moaned with her mouth full as she pumped her dripping pussy with the same carrot she just took a bite out of, her own juices making it taste all the sweeter.

"Hm, hm, hm, ahn! Naruto-kun!"

The vegetable popped out of her twat again when she squirted and she brought it back up to her mouth to lick herself off of it. This particular carrot was rather large - not in length but in girth. She'd never seen her favorite customer naked though based on all the praise she'd heard from various women she imagined his dick was somewhat similar. Just long enough to kiss her womb and plenty thick enough to stretch her out.

It was orange too, of course, which helped her pretend it really was his cock that she was sucking, considering the vibrant color of his jumpsuit.

"Hmn... shlp, shlp, shlp..."

She had no idea when it was that she'd started to feel this way, to want to absolutely ravage the blonde idiot. They'd pretty much grown up together, and as he came to eat at her family's stall time and time and time again she'd grown to think of him as a cute younger sibling.

But more recently...

There was something about his stupid, cheesy grin and those weird, natural whiskers. Not to mention those bright, blue eyes that she could always feel ogling her ass whenever her back was turned.

Just this morning she'd come to work in short-shorts, a blouse, and little else in order to give him a proper show. She made sure to always face away from him and to bend over as much as possible - more than once she'd felt her shorts ride straight up into her asscrack and she was positive that he'd seen her damp cameltoe too, wet as she was from his intense stare.

But he never made a move, or even a comment and before she knew it another random harpy was sitting at his side and stealing his attention.

Sakura she could handle.

She knew Naruto loved her.

The various one night stands too.

She knew he had a prodigious libido.

But these random, repeat customers she'd never seen before, coming into her shop to take his gaze off of her was too much!

"Hmn... t-telling my cute little brother what to - hmm - do..."

Shlllack!

"...h-he can talk with his mouth full if he wants to!"

Ayame took the carrot out of her mouth in the middle of her sentence and slid the spit-coated veggie back into her needy cunt so she could pound herself some more. She envisioned this morning's teasing working - Naruto getting hard for her and hopping the counter to make her take responsibility. He was always so relaxed and cheerful, but she just knew he had a more forceful side to him. One that would take her to the back room and push her into the wall before lifting her apron and sliding right up into her through the pantleg of her skimpy shorts so he could fuck her brains out in the middle of her busy ramen stall!

And he'd cover her mouth to keep her quiet so that none of the customers -

"Ayame! Where're those carrots?! We got hungry people out here!"

Her father's grizzled voice came muffled from the front of the shop, and the reminder that there actually were customers out there waiting to eat dishes that would include the carrots she was using to fuck herself with tipped her over the edge.

"Ha-hnn! Nn, ah..."

She sprayed her hot juices into the pre-placed bucket that she was squatting over, then stood up and took another bite of her nectar-coated carrot while she pulled her shorts up.

"Comin' 'ight up!"

As she scooped up a bundle of fresh, unused carrots she wondered what she should try next.

'I'll get you to hit on me eventually, Naruto-kun! Hm... maybe tomorrow I'll go for a nip-slip...'


Omake #22: (Incest)

Early morning, at the Haruno Household...

Khhh!

The sounds of a metal knife spreading butter over toasted bread.

Blublublublub...

And boiling water, waiting to be made into tea.

There were birds chirping too, and even kids laughing out on the street, despite the early morning.

It made for quite a relaxing, warm breakfast ambiance - yet Sakura was only irritated.

Cronch!

She bit down on her toast forcefully as she eyed her father across the kitchen table. He was simply sat there with an empty teacup in his hands, minding his own business.

Which was exactly why she was annoyed.

"Sho, how'sh wo'k been tou-shan?" Sakura asked, doing her best impression of her boyfriend, talking while she chewed.

"Oh! Ah... good! Fine, you know..." Kizashi mumbled.

"Gnk. That's good."

Cronch!

Other than the pinkette's aggressive toast consumption the breakfast table fell into a silence, and after swallowing her food she gave her dad a challenging glare.

"Aren't you gonna ask me how training's going? Or missions?"

"U-Uh, er... how are they?"

His voice was quiet - barely audible even, and Sakura threw down her toast like the proverbial gauntlet.

"Come on! It's been like three weeks, tou-san! Yet you're still acting like this!"

"L... Like what?" He prodded, a little louder.

"Like a damn pansy!" Sakura shouted, her well-known temper making itself... more known. "If you were gonna be so weird about it afterward then why'd you fuck me in the first place!"

Immediately Kizashi's face reddened and he took a defensive stance, broadening his shoulders and straightening up.

"M-Me?! Your kaa-san -"

"Isn't the one who c... came inside me! Don't try to weasel out of this!" She stuttered a bit, finally showing some embarrassment herself.

It was hard not to when she putting things so plainly.

"I... S-Sakura..." Kizashi looked away, far too unequipped to handle the situation.

"What? Do you wanna fuck me again?" Sakura asked, doubling down.

She was sick and tired of this awkwardness in her own home!

It was time to clear the air.

"Is that why you barely say anything to me? Or why you can hardly even look at me?"

Upon being called out so directly the older man turned his head to do just that, only to find his daughter barely a foot away.

"'Cause if that's the case then just say so..." Sakura mumbled.

She reached out to place a hand on his thigh and Kizashi swallowed thickly. He couldn't help that his package perked up at her words and her touch. It was simply a biological reaction! It had no bearing on his genuine inner desires!

Still, he was too enthralled by his daughter's earnest green eyes to even think of something to say, and she decide to take his body's response as an answer. Her small, deceptively gentle-looking hands got to work unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, then, after only a mild hesitation she pulled his briefs down to free his erection.

"Ah..."

Wait.

He almost said it, he almost listened to that little voice of morality that was insisting he put a stop to this.

The so-called angel on his shoulder.

But then, he realized, if he did... she would stop.

So he said nothing else and instead let himself drown in those verdant orbs while his daughter started stroking his cock. Her soft palm rubbed him up and down expertly and the fingers on her other hand snuck down to play with his balls.

"Hm... you're fucking stiff." Sakura pointed out quietly. He could hear the satisfaction dripping from her tone and it made his stomach lurch. He wondered idly at what point did the woman that he raised become so perverse...

Fap,

fap,

fap,

fap,

fap...

...and of course, that went for him as well, sitting here and letting her jerk him off.

"I o-only started doing this recently so... s-sorry if I'm not as good as Kaa-san." Sakura suddenly warned, her stutter betraying that she was back to her usual, easily-flustered self. She sank down to her knees causing Kizashi to realize what she meant, but before he could say anything her lips were wrapped around his tip and she was pressing her tongue into his glans.

"Oh, Sakura, honey..."

He dropped a hand on her head reflexively, having receive similar impromptu service from his wife many times.

However while Mebuki throated him easily Sakura was only slurping on half of his four inches, and she was doing it kind of clumsily too. Spit dripping all down her chin, slopping onto his nuts and her lips gliding erratically up and down his meat with zero sense of rhythm or technique.

Her eager sucking still felt great, though, and he began petting his daughter's short, pink hair as she bobbed her head over his lap.

Shlp... shlp, shlp...

shlp... shlp...

"Oh! My..."

Only a couple minutes later a scantily-clad Mebuki came sauntering into the kitchen, her orange hair absolutely frazzled.

Kizashi, busy on cloud nine, and Sakura, busy pleasing his meat, paid her no mind, and the smiling woman decided to simply leave them be.

She grabbed a cup of hot water and bag of tea, then dunked the leaves in and took a seat in Sakura's abandoned chair.

A warm drink on a sunny autumn morning, and treated to the sight of her two most beloved people on the planet having a little naughty fun.

Without her coercion this time!

She could hardly think of a better way to wake up.

After sipping her tea and watching her husband spray his spunk into their daughter's mouth, she figured they'd all be queuing up for a shower.

Then Sakura climbed up onto her father's cock and started bouncing her big, thick ass off of his thighs and Mebuki couldn't resist the temptation to join in any longer.

Thus began a new morning routine for the Haruno family.


Author's Notes: Double omake for the anniversary chapter! Once again, if anyone has any omake suggestions please let me hear them! I only have four in the tank at the moment, compared to the thirty-something chapters left to write.

Aiming to have the next part up on Halloween! I can't guarantee, as I had to really rush the ending to get this one up today, but I can guarantee that if it's not up on the 31st then it'll be up only a few days afterward. So it'll be soon either way!

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volcasiron30: Sorry, the character order is already well established! However this is a new rec so I'll definitely be adding her to the list. Thanks for the suggestion!

Guest: Yes, a Naruto and Sara chap is coming! It's a little ways off tho.

eniox27: Thank you. And thanks for always reviewing, even if it's just to say you liked the chapter, it means a lot. Also yeah, Uroko gets about 2.7 seconds of flashback screentime before getting Thanos snapped.

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