Chapter 2

Naruto arrived to his friend's place with a big platter of BBQ. There was a fancy dinner that his business consultant took him to and he decided not to eat a lot there. Instead he ordered separately for him and Mikoto oba-san. He told her just in case with a quick phone call not to make anything.

He set the assortment of boxes on the dining room table and listened for any trace of noise. The house was silent.

"Oba-san!?" he shouted.

A light rumble sounded from above before conceding to footsteps on the stairs. Moments later, he was greeted by his best friend's mom who was still wearing the outfit from this morning.

She gasped when she saw how much food he had brought. "Naruto- kun, that's too much!"

"It's alright, I got it."

"You go way overboard with treating me sometimes!" she complained. "I think you're just trying to make me fat."

Naruto laughed and shook his head.

Mikoto disappeared into the kitchen before returning with two plates in hand. Her son's best friend took a seat at the end of the table and she sat in the chair next to him. A bunch of different types of BBQ now found its way between them.

"Oh I got something!" Naruto announced as he scrambled to pick up his files and dug around inside. "Crap, where did I put it?"

She took a bite of the orgasmic piece of grilled chicken in her hand, when her eyes suddenly moved down to the table thanks to Naruto tossing a stack of papers in front of her.

"I made a quick stop at baa-san's office," he told her. "She wasn't there so I had one of the nurses give me this information about low testosterone and ED."

Mikoto closed her eyes and took a deep breath. He was still hung up on this?

"Listen, I can't say anything to oji-san. There's no way that he would want me knowing about this, and I wouldn't wish this shit on my worst enemy either. It sounds horrifying. Oba-san, you can't ever criticize or make nasty remarks to him about his situation either. This shit is emasculating enough already, so the last thing he needs is to be mocked for it."

"No, sweetheart-"

"I think I know the main causes," he interrupted. "It says high stress, poor diet, and certain types of medications are all leading factors of ED. Oji-san has all of those! The low testosterone thing is something out of his control, but they have supplements for that. So, he can get all of this fixed!"

She smiled while shaking her head. "Baby, Fugaku isn't interested in me."

"Yeah, because of his situation, but he can fix that, dattebayo."

"No, that's not why," she shook her head again. "He's pretty much always been like this. We never went through a period of sexual craziness even back when we were dating. Not only have our sex drives never matched up, but they've drastically grown apart as the years have gone by."

"They've grown apart?" he asked, hesitant and full of uncertainty.

"Sweetheart, my sex drive is insane," Sasuke's mom admitted bluntly. "I don't know what happened. It was always high, but it's completely out of control now, and it's been that way for over 3 years at this point."

The young man gulped in a fit of untimely panic. Oji-san couldn't keep up with oba-san's high sex drive? Really? That was the last explanation he'd ever expected to hear.

"So it's definitely not Fugaku's testosterone levels," she chuckled.

"He just isn't into me sexually. It wasn't even manageable back when I was younger, but it's becoming impossible to deal with now."

"How's that possible?" he asked. "How is what possible?"

"How can he not be into you?" he clarified himself. "It doesn't make any sense."

She took another bite of chicken as she looked in his direction, not understanding his confusion.

"Oba-san, you're extremely attractive," he confessed sheepishly. "How can't he be into you?"

Her formerly confused look was replaced with an ear to ear smile. She was over the moon. "You think I'm attractive?"

"Are you serious? Um… yeah. Me and every other guy on the planet thinks so."

Sasuke's mom's cheeks turned bright red.

"Listen, I didn't want to say anything because I'm Sasuke's best friend and I'm like a son to you, but maybe you need to hear it? Especially since I always assumed that oji-san told you this stuff. That doesn't seem to be the case after what I've found out today, though."

She eagerly awaited to discover what was on his mind.

He finished the last bite of his steak and looked back at his best friend's mother. "I've always thought that you were very pretty, and I don't want you to think that I gawk at you or anything, but your body has really changed over the past couple years. There's a total difference from before you started eating better and working out."

Mikoto struggled to control her excitement. "Oh my Kami, that means so much to me, Naruto-kun!"

"Well, it's the truth, but something happened like a month ago. Or maybe it was a little longer? I'm not totally sure. Again, I don't sit around and stare at you or anything, but this is the only place I stay at whenever I'm in Konoha. It's tough to not occasionally glance in your direction."

"That's fine," she said with a big smile. "Hey, I'd be lying if I didn't admit to checking you out from time to time."

His eyebrows perked up.

"What?" she laughed. "What am I supposed to do? I get to spend limited time with a good looking hunk who just so happens to have all kinds of muscles. So yeah, you better believe that I help myself to a peek when you wear a tank top or decide against a shirt altogether."

He wasn't sure what to say. Was it incredibly inappropriate to discover that his best friend's mom viewed him in a sexual manner? Absolutely. But did it qualify as the single most amazing thing that he'd ever heard? Without a doubt.

"I don't feel so bad about what I'm about to say anymore," he laughed along with her. "I don't know if you remember, but we had a conversation at the kitchen table back when you decided that you wanted to start living healthier."

"I absolutely remember," Mikoto said.

"You do?" he asked, surprised that she recalled such a seemingly insignificant moment. "We went over things to eat, exercises, and stuff like that. I vividly remember telling you to not avoid lifting weights, but you were hesitant about it. You thought it would make you look bulky and masculine."

She remembered their conversation like it happened yesterday.

"The changes in your body have been amazing," he went on. "They really have. You've lost weight, you're healthier, and I've never told you this, but your skin has a glow to it now. I'm pretty sure that's from how healthy you eat."

Her jaw was on the floor. "A glow!?"

"Yeah, you look brighter and more youthful. It's really incredible."

"Why didn't you ever say anything!?" she asked, her energetic feet tapping repeatedly on the floor. "Oh Kami, a glow!?"

"I didn't say anything because it's supposed to be oji-san's job to tell you stuff like that," he said with a big smile, overjoyed to bring such a level of happiness to his incredible best friend's mom' life. "It seemed like an inappropriate thing for me to bring up. Well, it used to. It won't seem out of line after what I'm about to tell you."

She stared into her son's best friend's blue eyes, anxious to hear what he had to say.

"I was sitting in the family room watching TV a couple of months ago when you walked in. Once again, you always look great, but something caught my eye."

She bit her lower lip. Something about this was so fun and exciting! "Your ass, dattebayo," he smiled.

"My… ass?" she questioned, beyond surprised.

"Yeah, it was crazy," he went on, lost in his vivid recollection. "I thought that maybe it was your pants or something. So, the next morning you came into the kitchen all dressed up, wearing this really nice beige skirt. You turned around to get coffee, and just like the night before, my eyes locked on your ass. I know how inappropriate that sounds. I really do, and I'm honestly not some pervert who gawks at his oba-san or anything either. It's just hard not to notice."

"What about my butt caught your attention?" Sasuke's mom asked nervously.

"Everything," he confessed. "The lift it had, the shape of it, the size: just everything. And I kept noticing it after that day as well. Honestly,

I saw it when you came into the room a few minutes ago too. You look unbelievable. I've wanted to say something for a long time but it didn't seem like my place. You deserve to hear it, though. Did you change something?"

She wanted to scream. She wanted to run over to her son's best friend and give him a big hug. She wanted to do a million different things, but at the moment, all she could do was smile with joy.

"I started lifting weights!" she announced, almost yelling.

Naruto threw his hands in the air. "I knew it, dattebayo! When did you start?"

"Two months ago!" she answered proudly, her voice full of pep and energy. "You can really notice a difference?"

"Oba-san, it's crazy. This is why I told you not to avoid weights. It does wonders."

"I know…" she groaned. "Believe me, I wish I would've started a long time ago. I totally feel a difference, but I didn't know it was visibly noticeable!"

The young man nodded his head, thrilled to be able to put a smile on the milf's face. "Every guy who sees you notices. I guarantee it."

Mikoto's smile couldn't possibly be bigger. "Okay, I really only used the cardio machines at the gym, and all that stuff is on the top floor, but I can see down into the free weights on the lower floor while I'm using the treadmill. There was this one girl who's always down there who looks unbelievable. Her butt and legs are insane. One day, I was filling up my water bottle when she suddenly walked behind me to get a drink. I almost didn't say anything because I was worried about being rude, but I decided to anyway. I told her how amazing she looks and I asked what her secret was, and guess what?"

"What?" Naruto asked.

"She showed me her entire lower-body workout! She took me through the whole thing, explained to me how to do different lifts and what parts of the body it targets, and everything!"

"Is she a trainer?" he inquired.

"No, she's a shopkeeper but just super nice! So, I started doing her workout three days a week. I treated her to a few lunches as a thank you, and she was all excited because she loves the place that I had picked. It's really healthy and they only opened up in Konoha a few years ago."

"That's awesome," he told her, helping himself to a chicken leg.

"Listen, you were a 10 before you started working out, but you're like a 15 now."

Her eyebrows perked up in surprise.

"You really are," he reiterated his claim, grinning slightly. "Maybe there's something wrong with oji-san mentally? I can't explain why he doesn't maul you like six hours a day. Have you guys tried spicing things up? Maybe getting a little kinky or something?"

She burst into laughter.

"What?" Naruto asked. "I'm being serious. 25 years is a long time to be married to someone. Maybe try some role play or stuff?"

Her laughter grew with each passing second. "I don't see what's so funny," he said.

"Naruto-kun, can I be honest with you?" she asked, still getting a kick out of his comment.

"We aren't being honest? I mean, oba-san, I never could've imagined having this discussion with you."

"Yeah, I guess we are being really honest," she agreed. "Here's the deal. Not only has my sex drive exploded over the past 5 or so years, but the type of sex I want has changed too."

He took a deep gulp. Holy shit, oba-san planned to talk about the kind of sex she wanted? He could barely see straight as he did his best to maintain his composure!

"I've always liked aggressive sex while Fugaku has been more passive and soft. Now, there's nothing wrong with the occasional romantic evening, but 9 out of 10 times, I want to be ravished."

He was speechless.

"I want to be thrown against the wall, I want to be slapped and choked, and I want someone to spit in my face!"

He had no idea what to say.

"And I've told Fugaku about all of this," she went on voicing her frustrations. "I tried to get him to choke and slap me last night. He won't even have sex with me doggy style. Everything has to be missionary. You're a guy. Don't you like doggy style?"

He barely managed to nod. He was completely flabbergasted. "Is that your favorite position?" she asked.

He nodded again hesitantly.

"See, you like doggy style because you're a man!" she shouted, emphasizing her words with a clenched fist. "Kami, Fugaku constantly turns down my blowjobs too! What kind of guy does that? Why would that be a problem?"

"He turns down… blowjobs?" Naruto asked, baffled by the single most ridiculous statement that he'd ever heard in his 18 years of life.

"Yeah, all the time!" she huffed. Even thinking about Fugaku annoyed her. "Did you ever turn down a blowjob from the girls you've had sex with? How about that pretty little girl Mira?"

Sasuke's mom was referring to the tourist that came to Konoha with her siblings. Mirajane Strauss was her name. Naruto had so much sex with her that she actually cried when she had to leave. He paid her a few visits since then. Even had a number of threesomes with her and her best friend Erza.

He shook his head.

"Obviously!" she pointed out, throwing her hands in the air. "I don't even need his full attention! I told him to continue watching TV or reading or whatever. I just want to play with him for a while."

Naruto swallowed but his mouth was completely dry. This was his Mikoto oba-san? This amazing, incredible, gorgeous woman who he'd known for 18 years was actually sexually insatiable? What the hell was wrong with oji-san!?

"I uh… I um… have to take a shower," he told his best friend's mother, pointing at the massive mess he made on his shirt from dropping the BBQ sauce ribs. He was more eager to escape her presence and regroup than anything.

"Sure thing, baby," she said.

Naruto stared at the shower wall for five motionless minutes before even reaching for the shampoo. He still couldn't believe what he'd heard. Part of him regretted not hanging around with oba-san for longer, but he had to bail on their conversation, and excusing himself to take a shower seemed like the best way to escape.

He couldn't deny that oba-san had gotten sexier to him as the years went by. That wasn't how it was supposed to work, right? He'd gone through so many girlfriends. Plenty of wives. He didn't have the courage to tell her but he's fucked a lot of her friends too, like Tsume, yoshino and Mebuki. He even had a booze caused fuck weekend with Tsunade when Jiraiya passed away because they were both in so much pain. But one thing remained the same. No matter what changed in his life, the woman he desired more than anyone in the world stayed constant. His lust for his best friend's mother never swayed. He just didn't have the nerve to break apart his friend's family when they helped him so much as a kid.

He finally finished his shower and wrapped a towel around his waist before heading for his bedroom. It technically wasn't his bedroom since he had an apartment in Konoha, but he literally never used that fucking place. This would always be his home.

Where was he supposed to go from here? Oji-san obviously wasn't taking care of oba-san, and she made that one hundred percent clear at dinner earlier. Did she bring up her sex life for a specific reason, or was it only to vent? And what about her remark regarding her desire for rough sex? She wanted to be choked and slapped?

His best friend's mommy?

What he really needed to do was masturbate. There was no time to find a woman to fuck even though he could've gotten Kurenai right now easily. She was alone since Asuma was on duty at the fire capital. He had to clear his mind and forget all about the conversation they had at the dining room table fifteen minutes ago. He just needed to put the past behind him.

"Hey, sweetheart."

Naruto jumped the moment he heard Sasuke's mom's angelic voice. Sitting on the edge of his bed, dressed in the same black pencil skirt and white button-up blouse that she had on earlier, was his best friend's mom.

"Uh, hey," he greeted her nervously, clenching his towel tighter. It was all that covered him.

"Whatcha up to?" she asked.

"Um… I have to do some-something," he stammered, rattled in familiar fashion to earlier.

"Do you mean you're going out to get some pussy?"

"N-No… not right now," he answered after taking a deep gulp. This was getting dangerous.

"Why don't you take a seat?"

He glanced around the room. "Where?"

She pointed directly across from the edge of the bed that she sat on.

He glanced at the wooden computer chair she obviously referred to before turning his attention back to his best friend's mom. "Can you leave for a minute so I can get dressed?"

"Just take a seat," she said with a warm smile. "You're fine like that."

He walked over to his chair and sat down, his eyes wandering everywhere except to the woman sitting on his bed.

"I meant what I said earlier."

He finally looked at her. "What?"

"About rough sex," she clarified. "I want to be treated like a whore in bed."

He stared straight-ahead with his mouth agape.

"And I'm all out of options," she continued. "Fugaku won't come around and give me what I want. Now, I'm sure that I could find a guy to cheat on him with, but I don't want that. I still love your oji-san, but I'm 39 years old now. I feel like I deserve some sexual satisfaction at this point in my life. Don't you agree?"

He nodded, cautious as ever. Where was she going with their discussion?

"And I don't want some fling. I don't want a guy from the gym or some random stranger. I want someone who I love and care about, because I need trust in order to do the stuff I want. There are four men on the planet who I completely trust. The first two are my sons, next is Fugaku though that trust with him has diminished a lot, but do you know who the last one is?"

He knew the answer to her question, but he couldn't manage to respond. His friend's mom wanted to be treated like a whore in bed? It was the single most shocking revelation of his life.

"You," she confirmed with a grin. "And having some fun with you doesn't seem like cheating to me. Well, maybe it is, but I'm able to look past it. You aren't a random guy and I trust you completely. So, who better to get what I need from?"

"Um-"

"I've thought about this for a while," she cut off his hesitation. "I honestly wouldn't approach you if I didn't think you were up for it.

Naruto-kun, I look at you and part of me still sees a young boy, because I'm your best friend's mother. I'll always see my little whiskered muffin when I gaze at your handsome face, but you aren't a boy anymore, are you? No, you're tall, strong, and full of muscles. You're aggressive, athletic, and unafraid of anything. I mean, look at your face now! You're a man now! My man! Every part of me knows that you can do this."

"Wha-wha-what is it-it you want?" he asked with a stutter. "I want to give you a blowjob."

Naruto lost his breath.

"We can start with that," she told her son's best friend. "Let's take things slow. If you like it, then we can go further. If not, I won't bug you. I don't want you to be uncomfortable. I want you to enjoy this. You see, baby, I-"

"I'm in."

Mikoto couldn't help but be taken aback slightly. She stared at the stud who'd just interrupted her and put an end to her rambling.

"What?"

"I'm in," he repeated, suddenly confident. A big smile grew on her face. "You are?" "Yeah," he nodded.

"Really? That easily?"

"The hottest woman on the planet just offered me a blowjob," he put it bluntly. "What am I going to say? No?"

She couldn't believe how excited she felt. What did her amazing son's best friend just call her? "The hottest woman on the planet?"

"Yeah, you heard me," he nodded, stone-faced. "And I can't say no to you. If this is what you want, then I'm in. I'm not going to sit here and act like some martyr though. I want this too."

"You want this?"

"Absolutely," he told her, his eyes descending her perfect body. "For quite a while."

Sasuke's mom felt herself grow flustered. She expected to have to beg for him to see things her way, but she didn't have to at all. Not only was he up for this, but he wanted it too!

"We need to go over something first."

Her focus left her son's best friend's still damp and muscular body, and moved north to his handsome face. "What's on your mind, honey?"

"I understand what you want. Mira-chan was the same way." A shocked expression washed over her face. "She was!?"

"Yeah, you never would've guessed, right?" he chuckled.

It didn't take long before she laughed along with him. "Never in a million years would I've expected that innocent-looking girl to have a wild side."

"Oh, she had a wild side, alright," he said, shaking his head as reflected on probably one of the best fucks he's ever had.

"What was she into?" Sasuke's mom asked. She was really curious now.

"Just normal shit at first," he answered. "You know, hair-pulling, light choking, and she liked aggressive sex."

Her eyes almost bulged out of their sockets. That was her son's best friend's definition of normal sex!? Hair-pulling and choking? She found him! She found her perfect guy!

"Her fantasies got pretty wild once I really fucked her brains out," he went on.

"What did she fantasize about?"

"She had rape fantasies," Naruto admitted. Mikoto gulped.

"She told me that her ultimate fantasy was me as a dark mage or

whatever the hell that is, sneaking into her house, and pretending to rape her."

"Did you guys do that?" she questioned, stunned. "Yeah, I went straight for her asshole when I did."

"Oh… my… N-N-Naruto-kun… Kami… " Sasuke's mom whispered lustfully. Her panties were getting soaked now. This young man had fucked Mirajane up the ass. Anal was one of her darkest fantasies!

"I'm telling you this because I want you to know that your fantasies are normal," he explained. "People are into some crazy shit, oba- san. It's just that most of them aren't comfortable enough to tell anyone in real life. Wanting this is normal. It isn't weird or anything."

She hated herself for ever considering the possibility of him letting her down. When had he in the past? Her whiskered muffin had always been there for her, and now was certainly no exception. She was being brutally honest that he was there more than her sons were. It wasn't that they were bad kids or anything but they unfortunately took a lot after their father, but she'd always love them regardless. There was only one man who could satisfy her sexually, and she had no doubt that her son's best friend would do exactly that.

"And we need a safe word."

She sent a curious glance his way. "A safe word?" "Yeah, a safe word is-"

"I know what a safe word is," she interjected with a laugh. "I'm just surprised that you think we need one. Naruto-kun, it's a blowjob."

"It's a blowjob today," he grinned. "Who knows what it'll be tomorrow?"

Sasuke's mom bit her lower lip instinctively. She'd been wet from the moment her son's best friend started his shower and she headed up to his room to put her plan in motion, but she was soaked by this point. Her dream was coming true.

"Okay, how about Kyuubi?" she offered.

"Huh… Kyuubi works. I can't imagine that either of us would say that by mistake. Everything instantly stops if either of us says Kyuubi, got it?"

She nodded in agreement. "You ready?" "One last thing."

She rolled her eyes.

"Just let me say it," he laughed, his cock stirring as a result of her unmistakable anticipation. She wanted this even more than him. "I might call you some crazy shit. Some of it might be nasty, or mean, or whatever. I'm going to do some stuff and treat you in ways that I never have in the past. I don't mean anything by it though, okay?"

Mikoto didn't know whether to scream in excitement, run over and hug him, or cry tears of joy from the relief that she currently felt.

Every little thing that she wanted was second nature for Naruto. Fugaku wouldn't even swear, but their son's best friend preemptively apologized for the awful things he planned to call her! She could barely control her delight!

"I'm doing it because you want it. It is what you want, right?" She couldn't confirm her desires fast enough. "Yes, I want it!"

"You're positive? You're sure it isn't something that you'd prefer to remain a fantasy?"

"No!" she shouted. "I'm positive I want this!"

"Okay," he said with a smile full of lust. "Oba-san, I love you more than anyone in the world. I'm sure it sounds corny, but you're that important to me. So if I call you a slut or something, it's because I think you want it. No part of me actually thinks you're a slut. I need you to understand that. It's just role play."

Her mouth dropped the moment that she heard the word slut come out of his mouth, and she was in no hurry to collect her hanging jaw. "You're going to call me a slut?"

"Do you not want me to?"

"Call me that!" she begged, her bare feet tapping rapidly on the hardwood floor. "Please don't hold back at all! Call me anything you want, Naruto-kun!"

He locked eyes with her. "Go grab my pillow."

She hopped off the mattress and hurried around the bed to retrieve his pillow. She immediately looked back for directions.

"Right here," he pointed at his feet.

She hustled over with a big grin and came to a stop just inches in front of him.

"Drop it," he told her.

She placed the pillow at his feet.

"Where are your heels?" he inquired.

"Downstairs. Do you want me to get 'em?"

He debated with himself for a moment while he considered his options. "Do you have anything sluttier?"

She riffled through her shoe collection in her head. It wasn't exactly an easy task either. If there was one thing that she loved shopping for, it was shoes. She had more than she could count.

"I have a pair of six-inch black stiletto heels."

His eyes lit up. "Really? I've never seen those."

"I've never worn 'em. I'm not totally sure why I bought 'em to be honest. They seem too crazy to wear in public."

Naruto gazed into her eyes, waiting for her to get with the program. "Do you want me to get 'em?" she asked.

"Yes."

She hustled toward his door before a loud voice caused her to stop. "Wait!"

She peered back at her son's best friend with her profile-view facing him. His eyes tracked her body. He started along her thighs, silently praised her perky butt, moved to her shapely hips and slim waist, helped himself to a long gander at her impressive bust, and eventually landed on her youthful face.

"Okay, go get 'em," he said after admiring the perfect ten who would be sucking his cock in a matter of minutes.

She vanished from the doorframe and skipped down the hallway for her bedroom.