Sarada had big mommy milkers. Apparently she inherited them from her father's side, because her mother-in-law was at most a cup B. One of her pics was posted onto an Instagram that collected them (BigMommyMilkersRHere) and it showed her in a sundress with a glorious viewing of her massive DD cup breasts, tanning in the sun, curving outwards with specks of sweat as her dress held them perfectly firm. She had innocently posted it to her account before it had spread around her college, being saved, sent, and reposted, before reaching even wider eyes.
"Is that true babe?" she asked her boyfriend Boruto, "Do I have big mommy milkers?"
God yes. Sarada's big round breasts, tan yet white, heavy and soft, occupied so much of her boyfriend's attention. They looked good in the morning, jiggling under her bra-less t-shirt as she brushed her teeth. In a sports bra with deep cleavage, so that when she ran on the treadmill she got the attention of every guy at the gym. Most of all, he loved her breasts dangling over his face, with her round pink nipples between his lips, feeling her wetness between her thighs with his fingers.
"They posted me on this site," she said, "And everyone is saying I have big mommy milkers." She was wearing that sundress now, as they drove home from running errands.
Sarada could tell Boruto was aroused, even with his hands on the wheel and eyes on the road.
"Do you want to suck on these big mommy milkers?" she asked him, peeling one melon-like tit from her dress and letting it jiggle free in the front seat of his car.
"Fuck," he said, swerving.
"Why don't you pull over and put these beautiful tits in your mouth?"
After then, this mommy roleplay became a key part of their sex life. Boruto might be sitting on his bed, doing homework for an advanced physics class, when Sarada would enter wearing a tight skirt and a blouse with deep visible cleavage.
"Is my boy done with his homework yet?"
"No," he said, always meekly.
"Oh my boy, you need to finish your homework or else mommy is going to be so sad."
"Yes, I will."
"Yes what?"
"Yes mommy."
Pleased, Sarada approached Boruto on the bed, sitting besides him and thrusting his face directly towards her massive chest.
"There, there, what a good boy." Then, her hand brushing his hard erection. "What's this? Is my naughty boy getting hard at mommy's big milky jugs?"
"Yes mommy."
"Naughty naughty boy. There there, I can see that mommy needs to take care of her naughty little boy. Come closer."
Then, she would undo the buttons of her blouse until she made one of her fat full breasts appear, nipple round and hard, and placed his head directly between her breasts with the nipple in his mouth.
"You just be a good boy and suck on mommy's tit and I'll take care of you." God, with his nose resting between her soft breasts, Boruto came quickly even from a handjob.
"I see my boy's made a big sticky mess all over mommy," she would say, wiping her sticky hands onto her breasts and letting him see the light glisten off her cum covered knockers.
"Now mommy has to take a shower... be a good boy and finish your homework." She would disappear to the shower, where behind the sound of running water, Boruto would hear the delicious pleasure of Sarada rubbing her pussy and making herself cum. Even though he knew this was a fantasy and that he could join her in the shower, he stayed behind to finish his homework like a good little boy.
For spring break that year, Sarada and Boruto were invited for a 7-day cruise on Boruto's father Naruto's yacht. Naruto had divorced Boruto's true mother two years ago, and in his new bachelorhood had spending tons of money on cars, hotels, flights, and this beautiful yacht.
The yacht had three bedrooms, a full kitchen, gym, massive living room, and even a giant hot tub over looking the bow. It could easily bring them out around some coral reefs in total luxury for 7 days.
Sarada gleefully packed tiny bikinis, short skirts, more sundresses, and everything she needed to look great in pictures. Boruto happily lugged all six of her hot pink suitcases onto the boat.
"Let's set sail," his father said, making note of the excessive packing Sarada had done and rolling his eyes. It seemed that his son had inherited his taste for large chest.
An hour later, they were far from the coast, surrounded by no civilization and just the bright blue ocean. Naruto poured three glasses of champagne and called for a toast.
"To a great trip," he said, glancing downwards at the impressive display of cleavage coming from his son's buxom girlfriend. Wow was this girl stacked. She reminded him a lot of his ex-wife. He didn't know what a woman like this was doing with his son. He knew that those kinds of girls were couples of rich guys, athetles or soccer captains like he was, not physics students, like his son.
"To you, captain!" Sarada said in return, and god, Naruto could have sworn he saw her lick her lips seductively at him before downing her glass. What was this girl up to?
After more champagne, and a dinner of steak and lobster which Naruto expertly prepared, the boy Boruto had gotten too drunk to stay awake, and was passed out in bed before 10pm.
"What a bummer!" Sarada said, "I was hoping to go in the hot tub."
"Well," Naruto said with a smirk, "We can still go."
Naruto was comfortable in the tub when Sarada emerged and god did she look good. The college beauty was wearing what Naruto could only describe as a small piece of fabric pretending to be a swimsuit. It almost looked like something out of one of his favorite porn. Not only could he see down the delicious cavern of cleavage between her tits, but the bottoms of each of her breasts were exposed, creating a 360 degree jiggle as she stepped over to the tub. Additionally, every bit of her round fuckable ass that wasn't the literal puckered hole was completely bare, and Naruto swore that the fabric moved just enough that he glimpsed that tight clenched anus before she stepped into the water.
"It's a beautiful night," she said, the tips of her breasts floating to the top of the water's surface.
"It sure is."
They drank champagne, both of them getting a feeling of glow under the moonlight.
"Tell me, Uzumaki-san," she said, "Is this a fuck yacht?"
"Excuse me?"
"I'm wondering. You're divorced. You buy a big long boat all of a sudden. Did you buy this boat so that you could fuck women on it?"
Naruto laughed. It was true. The yacht was a panty dropper when it came to his dating life. All those years spent with Boruto's mom, when he hadn't realized how attractive a fit and rich older man truly was to young pussy. He had girls half his age, heck, younger than his son onto this yacht. They stuffed themselves into tiny elastic dresses, placed his hand on their tits and curves and hips, and then they begged him to undress them and fuck them like a good daddy.
Naruto did. And under the stars, he told Sarada as much.
She giggled. "I'm not surprised. This yacht just smells like sex."
Naruto spit out some of his drink. The girl was right, he realized, for there wasn't an inch of this vessel that he hadn't christened with wet pussy juice.
"You know, I offered it to Boruto when I bought it. Thought he might want to borrow it for a while, take it for a spin."
"I wish he had taken you up on that," Sarada said, "I would have fucked your son all over this yacht."
Naruto did another spit take. This girl was wild.
Later in the night, when Naruto had had too much champagne, he realized he needed to piss.
"I gotta take a leak," he said, "I usually would just stand over the side and let it fly, but let me dry off and go down into my cabin."
"You don't have to do that. Just pretend I'm not here."
Naruto returned her devilish smirk. Standing tall and proud, he left the hot tub, marched to the front of the yacht, and pulled out his cock. Pointing it out over the endless dark abyss, he shot a long and loud stream of piss.
"Go daddy, go!" Sarada shouted, encouraging him. God, they were drunk. He pumped his fist up with her hooting and hollering.
After shaking the last drops of piss from his cockhead, Naruto casually turned around. His cock was still dangling out, all soft eight inches of it, thick like a beer can.
"Oh my god," Sarada said, putting her hand to her mouth, "That's a big daddy dick!"
The next day, all three of them were hungover, even though Boruto had barely drank. After breakfast, Naruto went out on the deck to do some fishing while Sarada and her boyfriend lounged in their cabin.
"The room keeps spinning," he complained, looking quite green. He was probably both hungover and sea sick.
"There there," Sarada said, doing her sexiest voice, "Why not rest your head over on mommy's lap?"
She scooted him over on the bed so that his crown was placed between her thighs and his gaze was directly below her mountainous tits.
"Is that better?"
"Yes mommy."
She stroked his hair tenderly. She saw his dick begin to twitch.
"You know what baby?"
"What mommy?"
"Mommy got to see something pretty extraordinary last night, dear."
"What is it mommy?" His cock was getting even harder, she saw it rise up in his little boxers.
"Mommy got to see daddy's big donkey dick."
Boruto didn't say anything, just continued to stare up past Sarada's breasts into her eyes. Sarada just giggled, continuing to stroke his hair and noticing that Boruto's erection had not stopped throbbing in the slightest.
"Yes, mommy cozied up to daddy in the hot tub last night and when he went to piss, mommy got to see his big daddy donkey dick."
"You did?"
"Yes baby, I did. Now, why didn't you tell me that your daddy had such a big daddy donkey dick, hmm?"
"I--" Boruto was well aware that his dad had a massive dong. He heard his mother's friends whispering about it after the divorce ("How could she leave him when he's got that-- that thing!" "I hope I get a turn to ride it now'). Plus, he'll never forget the moment when he was changing in a locker room and the thing practically hit him in the face. His father was proud of his massive penis, and yet somehow, Boruto had been born without one. Why, when he came face to face with his father's cock, staring it right in its swollen red eye, he realized just how miniscule his own prick really was. Nothing compared to his dad's dick.
"Yes baby, I saw daddy's big throbbing donkey dick and it got me so wet."
"Y-yeah?"
Sarada pressed her hand down her boyfriend's pants. He was rock hard, harder than he had ever been.
"Yeah, mommy just wanted to slide daddy's big dong between these mommy milkers. You see? You see how well daddy's dong would fit between mommy's milkers?"
She had gotten quite wet the night before after seeing Naruto's cock. That night, with Boruto sleeping besides her, she had massaged herself to three side splitting orgasms.
"Oh yes, mommy thinks she would love to slide daddy's big dick between her tits. Wouldn't that be nice?"
Boruto's dick was throbbing even harder now.
"But don't worry, baby," she said, twirling his hair, "Mommy is just going to take care of her little boy. She's going to make sure you feel nice and good. That's what mommy and her big milkers are going to do, okay?"
Boruto ejaculated into his pants, and Sarada happily milked more and more out of him. She removed her wet hand from his boxers and wiped it onto his chest.
"What a good boy," she said, using her cum-dripping hand to pet his hair, "What a good boy for mommy."
That night there was a big football game on, which the yacht could stream via satellite. Sarada got all excited about the idea of hosting a little football party, offering to make chip dips, casseroles, and franks on the grill like she was a perfect suburban doll.
"You two relax with a beer in your hands. I'll handle everything," she said, tightening an apron around her waist. Both father and son couldn't help but stare at the way the straps showed off her sensual curves and tightened her already massive bust.
Out by the grill, she could hear Naruto's shouts and grunts as he cheered for the team. He was such a man's man, that one. She turned over the sausages and thought about a fiendish idea, plating the large thick sausage for the father and giving only a little cocktail weenie to Boruto. The thought of it made her smile and moisten at the same time. But no, she was not ready to have that kind of fun yet.
When she came back in, the game was in its 3rd quarter.
"Our team's are tied," Boruto said, "But I know my team's gonna beat Dad's."
"Yeah right."
"Oh, that's no fun," Sarada said, "A tie? There really should be a winner."
"I agree," Boruto said, "Me."
"Yeah right, you'll be kissing dirt by the end of this."
There was such a difference in tone between the two men. When Boruto tried to brag, he came off like an insecure whiny brat. But when Naruto spoke, Sarada felt like she was listening to a leader.
"Winner gets a back rub from me," Sarada said, grinning ear to ear.
Of course, Naruto had the smarter sense of the game. His team scored double the points that Boruto's ended with, completely crushing them like babies trying to take on warriors.
"Now, it's time for daddy's back rub," Sarada said, having no shame about putting on her mommy voice in front of them both, "Boruto, darling, it's getting late and I'll need the room for the massage. When don't you scurry off to bed?"
It wasn't late at all, but Boruto would never disobey an order from Sarada like that. Meekly and with great speed, he shuffled out of the room and to his cabin, leaving his father and busty girlfriend alone.
"Now, you sit here," she directed Naruto, in the biggest seat of the room. She went up behind him and began to hold his strong shoulders.
"God, you're big," she said, feeling his muscles, "I mean, jesus Naruto."
"Yeah, I've been putting in the work."
"I can tell." Sarada leaned forwards so that her breasts were pressing up against the man's back. He could feel the soft tit flesh and hard nipple press against him.
"That feels good."
"I'm sure it does, daddy," she said, "Now, you don't mind that I call you that, do you?"
"You mean daddy?"
Sarada gave a coquettish girly nod.
Naruto had had countless women call him daddy, including on this very yacht as he plowed their brains out.
"No, I don't mind one bit."
"Okay daddy, then let's get you laid down for the rest of this massage. And why don't you take off your shirt?"
Soon, Sarada had Naruto face down on the couch, shirtless, and was straddling his back so that her hot throbbing pussy could be felt by his backside. She was rubbing baby oil into Naruto's hard tense muscles, and occasionally leaning so far forwards that the tips of her breasts brushed against his neck. Sarada was tingling at having so much man meat between her fingers, it was getting her moist.
"You know, I wasn't surprised to find baby oil in your living room cabinet. We are on your fuck yacht, after all."
"Yes, that's true," he said, laughing.
"A half full bottle... I bet daddy's had a lot of fun with this."
Naruto had indeed. There had been so many dripping oiled up sluts who he had railed senseless on this boat.
"Yes, I bet daddy gets lots of pussy on this yacht, when poor me is going totally unfucked."
"Hmm?" Naruto said, "You're not getting freaky with my son?"
Sarada let out a dramatic long sigh, relishing in the ooze of disappointment she could muster into it.
"Well, daddy, I'm sure you know that your son, well, his penis--"
"Yes, I did know."
Naruto had learned about his son's small penis from none other than his ex-wife Hinata, the boy's mother. It was one of the most infuriating things about her, that she liked to have inane conversations during sex. He had been plowing into her from behind, squeezing her massive dangling tits, when she began to gab about her day.
"You know, I walked in on Boruto spanking it," she said, "Did you know that your boy is so poorly endowed?"
"Huh?"
"I saw everything, Naruto, he was splayed out like a piglet at the butcher's shop on that bed of his, spanking it. I mean, he's a fully grown man with a penis the size of a little boy's, Naruto. Doesn't that worry you a bit? I mean, how's he supposed to get a girlfriend without a nice sizable cock?"
Naruto thrust into her harder, hoping to prompt an orgasm that would finally shut her up. It worked.
"Yes daddy," Sarada said, brushing her clothed tits against his back, "Your son gets nice little wankies from me, but my pussy is getting nothing in return."
Naruto hated to admit it, but he was hard. This gorgeous dime of a woman was massaging him and his erection was straining against the couch, painfully. Who cares if she was his son's girlfriends with massive knockers like those.
"How about I flip you over," Sarada said, sensing the enlarging of his penis, "And do the other side?"
Without a word, Naruto spun, showing Sarada everything.
"My god," she said, seeing it pulse and strain against the hard denim of his jeans, "That looks painful, daddy."
With perfect dexterity, the buxom girl undid his fly and let his hard cock spring out. Immediately, it rose to its majestic height, totally erect and pointing directly at Sarada's face.
"Daddy! Were you hoping this massage had a happy ending?"
Naruto remembered something else Boruto's mother had said, after her orgasm that night. "Why did we bother having a son in the first place," she had said, "If he doesn't even have a man's dick?"
Naruto grinned at his son's girlfriend. She gleefully hopped onto the couch and kneeled between his splayed legs. She poured baby oil onto his long rod, using both hands to massage it. Even with two fists, she couldn't contain the whole thing.
"God that feels good," he cried.
"Yes, daddy, such a long and hard cock you've got. Let me massage it and make it feel so good."
It had been a few days since Naruto had ejaculated and his balls were ripe and full. Sarada happily used one hand to massage his testicles, marveling at their size and weight.
"Mmmm, what big daddy balls you have to go with your daddy cock."
Naruto was impressed at how good his son's girlfriend was at pleasing his cock with her hands. She certainly hadn't learned how to take care of a big cock like this from his son. Obviously, this girl Boruto brought onto the boat had serviced many a well endowed man before.
"Yes daddy, I want to drain those big heavy balls of yours," she said, suddenly getting more serious with her motions. Under her dress, her big tits jiggled and swayed, and Naruto knew that even though he had legendary stamina, he could finish at any moment.
"God, Sarada, you really know how to work a man."
"Yes daddy, let me take good care of you."
She returned two hands to his shaft, alternating spins on them, the pleasure rose and broke through. Naruto's fat sack convulsed, sending waves of ejaculate up through his long cock and shooting into the air.
"Daddy, what a load!" Sarada cried out, catching it onto her outstretched tongue. Greedily, she sucked and slurped every drop out of his cock head, milking his shaft along the way to provide for a deliciously satisfying orgasm for Naruto.
"Shit, girl, you are something!" he said, letting her suck the last drops from his balls.
"I told you," she said, smiling with cum in her teeth, "I told you I'd give daddy a good massage."
Later that night, in their cabin, Sarada unhooked her bra and let Boruto suckle at her teat while she cradled him.
"Mommy gave daddy such a good massage," she said, watching him twitch and squirm with her nipple in his mouth, "Daddy had all this pressure built up and mommy just had to release it."
She saw the look of horror in his eyes, but with a bust that impressive in his face, he could do nothing but suckle.
"Yes, mommy got a good look at those big daddy balls, and well, mommy just had to help. He had so much pressure built up, I just had to--" here, she motioned above Boruto's face with her hands: two hands, curling and stroking, up and down, like she had his father's footlong shaft between her fingers right now.
"Yes, mommy stroked daddy's long donkey dick in her hands, begging him to give her a taste of that hot daddy juice."
Here, she let out a little burp, followed by a giggle.
"Oops. Well, to give it away, mommy got way more than a taste."
Boruto's cock was hard and throbbing, but Sarada ignored it.
"Time for mommy to have some fun," she said, and flipped Boruto over on the bed so he was on his stomach. Then she spread her legs and placed his torso facing her groin.
"A minute of good kisses up here," she sat, patting her clit onto his face, which was engorged with thoughts of his father, "And then a minute of sucking down here," at which she patted her puckered tight asshole. "Back and forth."
Boruto happily lapped at Sarada's holes, drinking down all her juices like a thirsty dog. As the boat rocked back and forth, and Sarada imagined his big dick father sleeping in the front cabin, she endlessly gushed all over Boruto's face, taking her pleasure where she could get it.
The next day, Sarada prepared a special brunch for the men. She wore a scandalously tight and small outfit of a miniscule bra-top and a half-see-through skirt, with no panties, and she used Naruto's well stocked kitchen to prepare a delicious seafood ceviche for them. Both Naruto and Boruto's eyes bugged out when they saw the practically topless Sarada scooping spoonfuls of delicious salty food into bowls for them.
They ate silently, listening to Sarada hum as she poured beer for them and squeezed lime juice over everything.
"You know, seafood is a major aphrodisiac," Sarada said, "I wouldn't be surprised if both you were springing hard-ons right now."
It was of course true. Both father and son were prominently erect under the table, and all Sarada needed to do to reveal this was to slide the table a little further away.
"Dear me, what do we have here?" she said, getting down on her knees before them and grabbing a groin with each hand.
"Now, I've been very clear to each of you what I've been up to with the other one. No surprises out here on this sunny day, no?"
Boruto swallowed, slightly embarrassed.
Naruto couldn't give two shits if his son knew that his girlfriend had gulped down loads of his cum. Sarada was obviously a fantastic fuckpiece, and Naruto didn't intend to give up on that.
"Now, I may be dressed like a slut," Sarada said, "But I don't think I need two men fighting over me like this. Especially not father and son. Why don't we settle this once and for all, then?"
"Get out of the way," Naruto said, shoving his son out of the seat, "I want to fuck."
"Daddy!" Sarada shouted with a giggle, temporarily putting both her hands onto his groin, "Daddy, I love the spirit, but let's at least have some sportsmanship about it." Boruto meekly crawled up to the bench and took his seat besides his father. He had a nasty bruise on his shoulder where his father had shoved him, and the severity of it made Sarada wet.
"Let's get all the equipment out in the open then, shall we?"
With each hand simultaneously, Sarada worked open the hard throbbing dicks of father and son. In her left hand, the impressive rod of Naruto, the father, a god-like solid fuck stick. And in her right, the spongy little tube that was her boyfriend's penis.
"Look at that!" she shouted, bringing both cocks up to her face, side by side.
"Isn't that something? What a difference! Daddy, you must be, let's see: one, two, three times his size?"
It was true. The father's cock dwarfed his son's, making Sarada's little show of comparison a laughable event.
"Hey, baby, look!" she said, holding up his father's big sweaty balls, "This is where you came from, you know? You were a worthless speck of nothing right in these," she said, kissing his father's balls with her lips and tongue.
"So, which one of these do I want to fuck me?" she asked, looking her boyfriend in the eye, smiling, but with only one hand beginning to stroke, the one gripping his father's massively hard erection.
"That's right, baby," she said to Boruto, "Mommy should do what mommies do and go ahead and fuck daddy."
She let go of her boyfriend's softening cock and sat up onto Naruto's lap. His father put one hand onto Sarada's ass and the other onto her left tit, feeling her fleshy body in his hands as she leaned in to give him a deep and sensual kiss.
With daddy hands on her body and daddy tongue in her mouth, Sarada began to feel even more aroused. She began to thrust her hips, sliding her pantyless pussy against daddy's knee, pleasuring herself.
Daddy slipped one of Sarada's breasts out of her skimpy top and began to suck on it. The pleasure surged down her nipple and into her pussy.
"Mmm, maybe mommy's tits belong to daddy," she said, removing the other breast and squeezing daddy's head between them.
Then, she looked down and saw that her boyfriend's cock was senselessly hard and his eyes could not be ripped from her wet cleavage.
"What a naughty boy," she said, "Getting your little dick hard watching mommy fuck daddy? I don't think so."
She pointed her finger towards the cabin. "Get your puny ass to your room while daddy makes mommy into an oozing puddle."
Boruto, having spent so much time obeying Sarada she was his true masterful goddess, simply did as he was told.
It was the best sex both Sarada and Naruto had ever had.
Sarada was his perfect obedient slut, happily letting him clog her throat with dick before immediately switching into her open fuckable asshole. She slurped and sucked on his rod no matter where it had been, and when he fucked her pussy, she gushed at how deep and hard he was able to fuck her.
"It's those tits," he said, thrusting her down and shoving every inch of himself into her butthole, "You have perfect giant tits."
Those tits did everything. They went between his lips as she rode him passionately on the deck, and were squeezed and groped while he fucked her doggystyle, her body dangerously dangling over the side of the vessel. He slid his cock inside them, of course, her tongue greedily slurping as he fucked her cleavage like it was her pussy, spraying her down with cum when he was finished. His big balls were endlessly fertile, and between rounds, he even doused her breasts with a load of piss.
Sarada stuck out her tongue and swallowed as much as she could.
After the sun set, he took her from behind while on her side, giving her long deep and slow thrusts while they kissed under the glow of the stars. Her breast in his hand filled his palm and spilled over, and the sensuous jiggle gave him every reason to fuck her with all his might.
"You are such a man," she said, and this implicit reference to his son awoke in both of them the true reason this sex was so hot. Because it represented a total annihilation of what the bitch boy down in the cabin meant to both of them.
"I'm so glad you took me, daddy," she cried, "I couldn't stand being with that tiny, good for nothing, loser, weakling..."
"I tried to raise him right," he said, thrusting into Sarada's pussy, "But if you can't raise a man to properly fuck a woman, then I'll have to do it myself."
"God, daddy, why did I bother with such a weak copy when I could have had the original?"
"The only good thing about having a worthless son," he said, "Is that he brings me worthless whores to fuck like you!"
Another hard truth that caused them both intense erotic pleasure. For even though this cock currently pounding her would completely change Sarada's life, to Naruto, this was just another disposable set of holes.
That night, Boruto curled up with his ear to the wall of his father's cabin, listening to their love making as they alternated sleep and sex. His little dick had been mercilessly stroked all day, but he was still oozing droplets of cum every time he heard his girlfriend moan.
His father, he could hear, was sitting on his girlfriend's chest, sliding his rod between her spectacular breasts.
"I want to swallow your load!" she begged, "Give me everything you have!"
Then, the sound of his father's orgasm as the man shot load after load of semen down his girlfriend's throat. Boruto pictured it, those massive globs of cum, swirling in his girlfriend's mouth and down into her stomach. Those fellow swimming brothers of his, swallowed up by his cruel busty mommy!
"Let's go again," she begged to his father, "I want to feel you in my ass."
It was mid day before Boruto woke, and to a surprising sight: Sarada had placed his head in her lap and was smiling down on him.
"There, there, my baby," she said, an uncanny grin on her cum covered face, "How did my baby sleep?"
Instinctively, he placed his lips onto her glorious breasts, feeling the weight of it on his face was so pleasurable, even knowing it had been fucked senseless by his father the day before.
"That's a good boy," she said, "Now, enjoy your time with mommy's breasts, for I don't think you're quite good enough of a boy to get them again any time soon. Or, let's be real, ever again, really."
Horrified, Boruto still couldn't break from her chest.
"Your father and I have been talking and its just not appropriate for you to have access to this hot fuckable body. So we'll be ending that shortly."
Sarada removed her breast from his mouth and began buttoning up her shirt, concealing her breasts from him for the very last time.
"Now, listen here good. Your daddy is not just the man who fucks mommy, who fucks mommy real good. He's also the captain of this vessel. And as captain, he's decided to make a few changes to our itinerary."
Boruto lay confused, not that Sarada quite cared.
"First, your father has decided to disown you. Now, I know this must be a surprise: the man who has called you a worthless fat piece of shit for your entire life is only now deciding to disown you? Well, I say, better late than never." She did a seductive giggle, but all Boruto could see was the final image of her breasts in his mind.
"Second, because your father is now in need of an heir, he's decided to breed me. Yes, you heard that right, your hot fuckable sex mommy is going to become an actual mommy. I cannot actually wait: between my hips and my chest, you know I'm essentially a baby making machine. Your father is excited too; yes, he's a tad disappointed that he won't be coating my breasts or clogging my throat with his priceless seed, but you see, he's looking forward to having a spawn that doesn't share your mother's, let's call them, highly feminine genes. I'll just come out and say it: he's excited for me to bear him a son who isn't such a fucking pussy!"
Here, she laughed, and Boruto caught a glimpse of her jiggling breasts through the gaps between buttons, only for a second.
"But of course, that leaves his wimpy son (by which I mean you) to settle with... Baby making might take some time, and we'll want to be out at sea for it, with our privacy of course, so you'll have to bear a change of plans."
Boruto lay flat, completely defeated.
"We considered it, and we wouldn't mind you as a temporary servant. Cleaning the deck, clearing the septic toilets, making us food and all that. Now, your father and I intended to make a good mess of this ship, so having a little bitch boy to clean everything does sound quite nice. But the truth of it is that we'll eventually get sick of you sulking around, and so your father has charted a path to one of those far away countries, you know, where we might fetch a price for your soft baby body?"
Sarada found this very funny, and giggled some more.
"I figure after two or three weeks, we'll arrive, sell you for cash, and by then I'll probably be pregnant, right? Your father is quite happy for me to give birth, so they'll be a deliciously hot nine month period of us boating around, fucking, shame you won't be around to see it."
Here, Sarada bit her lip.
"Now, once I deliver your father a son, he says he isn't quite sure what I'm needed for, so we'll probably circle back to where we let go of you and he'll find me a new home as well. Maybe if you're still there, you can follow me around? I wouldn't mind getting your face back between my ass cheeks again, though who am I kidding, there's no chance in hell you'll survive the time it takes for me to return."
Here she laughed and laughed, standing up and readying herself to leave.
"Of course, all this is the plan. I don't see how you could really change it, or what power you have in this. Maybe think about that for a second and then get started cleaning the deck."
Wearing a devilish smile, Sarada returned to the master's cabin and immediately disrobed. Her captain stood before her, cock as hard as a sail mast, and she dutifully sucked and slobbered on it until he said he was ready.
Outside, Boruto was beginning to mop the floors. Sarada felt his father slide inside her pussy, fucking her hard from behind while he held her body close to him. Her tits jiggled in his arms and she let out a delicious moan, excited for Boruto to hear the pleasure.
As she rounded an orgasm, Sarada heard the sound of the mop dropping. She tried to picture it: her little boyfriend setting aside his cleaning tools and approaching the side of the boat, looking out at the vast and endless ocean that was bigger and stronger than us all.
"Fuck, I love you you brainless good for nothing slut," Naruto said as he mauled at her big tits and fucked her pussy senseless.
The sound of a splash came from outside and Sarada's eyes rolled back in orgasm, she was gushing everywhere, the sound of something sinking deep below the boat was sending her into orgasmic bliss.
"Fucking fill me up, please daddy!" she cried, as his balls spurted white chunky loads directly up into her, fertilizing her like a breeding cow, making her body convulse with pleasure that this was right and that all was right with the world.