"I…I mean, sure we fought sometimes, but I never thought he'd end things like this. He never warned me!" Sarada complained, her eyes strained but dry as she stared down at the teacup in her hands. It was strong, and the pungent aroma made her feel a little calmer. She was begrudged to admit that after insisting so firmly that she didn't need to be made a drink.
As if Hinata would listen to that.
"Well, Boruto always was impulsive; I'm so sorry dear," the older woman offered.
"He didn't… he didn't say anything to you, did he? Was there something I did?"
"If there was, he didn't share it with me. Not that I'm his go-to for…. that sort of advice, anymore," the older woman laid a hand on the poor girls, giving it a gentle squeeze that made her look up to see the comforting smile.
Despite herself, Sarada smiled back.
Mrs. Uzamaki just radiated peace. She was always so serene, calm, and beautiful. Sarada found herself staring into the big lavender eyes of her confidante, the older woman she'd known damn near her entire life. The woman she thought was going to be her legal mother one day.
"It just hurts. I mean, I know I wasn't the best girlfriend, but-"
"-Sarada that is not the problem," Hinata assured, cutting her off sharply without raising her voice a single decibel. "You're from a good family; you're witty, driven, and stunning. Anyone would be lucky to have you. Why I'd even wager there's a good chance a certain knuckle-headed blonde boy will realize that and ask for you back,"
She wiped her eyes before answering.
"Thank you. I'm so sorry to talk about this with you of all people; mom is busy at the hospital all day, and dad would just get angry at him,"
"It's fine! Whatever happens between you two, you're always welcome here Sarada, I hope you remember that," from any other woman, she would have doubted those words. Who but Hinata would show such compassion and comfort to a child's ex-girlfriend? It was almost enough to send her into a proper cry.
"You're so amazing, Mrs. Uzamaki, thank you," she said, looking down into her saucer. Sucking in a breath to compose herself before her next words. "W-where is Boruto anyway? Isn't he staying with you for the time off?"
"He's meeting some friends,"
"On the first day we're back in town? He could at least spend a day with you after we've been gone that long," she critiqued automatically, for a moment, not even remembering their breakup. The remark was supposed to vindicate her, but it only made the older woman's eyes fall. Eager to change the subject she added. "Uh, w-what about Himawari? Is she not around?"
"At a sleepover. Honestly, I'm quite glad for the company. Are you hungry? Can I make you something?" she offered, changing the subject herself and smiling sweetly once more.
"You really are the greatest. You're family needs to realize how good they got it with you; it fucking stinks having a mother that can barely make toast," she grumbled, earning a refreshing laugh from the woman beside her on the couch. "I'm so glad you… that you still care about me. Thank you," Sarada couldn't say why the words affected her so much, but a sob staggered her words.
A soft hand gripped hers.
Sarada opened her mouth to say more but found herself lost in her host's eyes. That serene smile, that gentle gaze, less than a foot from her own face; it was overpowering. It was enough to make her insecure even.
"Did you mean it, that anyone would be lucky to be with me?" she whimpered without looking up. It made her stiff as a board when a soft hand ran through her hair, down onto her back, and continued rubbing. Though the stiffness lasted about three seconds before she began melting.
"You're spectacular, Sarada, of course I mean it," the gorgeous smile that her lips formed….
Those beautiful, faint pink lips…
Sarada felt her heart sink as the smile vanished in an instant, as her host shot backwards and turned serious. Instantly, the sobs won, and she hid her face. Hiccuping as she tried desperately to form her apology!
"I-I-I'm so sorry I ju-"
"I-it's alright," Hinata began, eyes wide and nervous like she hadn't been in years! "I know you're just… um…"
"I'm sorry! You're just… you're so sweet and beautiful and-"
"-I'm married, Sarada. I'm old enough to be your mother! You can't just k-k-kiss me like that," she offered, trying to sound gentle and assuring, even now, even red-faced and uncomfortable beyond words. Not less so when the Uchiha girl looked up at her with eyes still wet. Still so damned close to her.
"W-we could keep it a secret," she offered lamely, her eyes widening at Hinata's response.
"Of course we will. You're just vulnerable right now; nobody needs to know what you.. what we uh…" she trailed off as the girl leaned closer. Hinata was a red, excited mess, and the young girl knew it.
"Right. Nobody needs to know what we did together today," she offered softly, now only a couple inches from her face. Her lips parted as if to answer, but no coherent words managed to form. Sarada took her shot.
Hinata squealed against her lips as they reconnected! Both ladies huffed and hummed as Sarada held her mouth to hers, hard, immediately placing a hand on either of her arms. Three seconds passed, then five, then Sarada broke it to kiss her a second time with a wet smack. With the third kiss, Hinata shyly responded, but even so, after they finally broke half a minute later, she turned away sharply.
"S-sarada! Y-y-you shou-"
"I've thought about you for so long, Mrs. Uzamaki," she admitted through her needy pants. "I've wanted you since puberty, or maybe even before; nobody's as incredible as you! Nobody's half as beautiful," she whined with the words, conveying just how desperately she wanted the purple-haired milf.
Hinata remained red as she tried to form a response.
"Y-your um, now S-s-sarada you're just as beautiful and remarkable as me, b-but-"
"-Do you really think so?" her face flew so close to hers, her black eyes bore into lavender as she sensed where the sentence was ending and rushed to interrupt it.
"Y-you're extremely beautiful, Sarada but-"
"-you don't like this?" she interrupted again, even placing a hand on her thick thigh, only a few inches from her precious, warm place. Her warm, wet place. "I like it… getting to kiss you was a dream come true, Mrs. Uzamaki,"
"…c-call me Hinata,"
"Really? That's like… it's like you're not Boruto's mother or Naruto's wife with that name. Like you're just a woman, just Hinata," she dared lay another hand on her host, just gently caressing her neck down to her shoulder. "Have you ever been with a woman?"
"No! Oh god, I mean, not that there's anything wrong with it if you-"
"-I have," Sarada confirmed. "I made her cum with my fingers," she said, daring to tap against the panties blocking this act. "And I made her cum with my mouth, and we kissed for so, so long it was... intimate," she finally finished, getting stuck on the last words but punctuating with another kiss.
Hinata hummed.
This wasn't… this wasn't technically infidelity. Heck, maybe Naruto wouldn't even mind if he found out not that he ever would this had to stay a secret no matter what! Her heart hammered in her chest. How did she let this happen? Why on earth did a gorgeous young thing like Sarada want anything to do with her?
Why the hell was she still kissing back!?
Her thoughts became yet more dazed when she found herself flat on her back. Sarada had shoved her down and was already pulling down her straps, staring with wide, utterly amazed eyes at the bare breasts she found beneath the indigo nightrobe. They rose and fell sharply with Hinata's frazzled breaths, captivating.
She squealed like a startled piglet as Sarada bit down on one! Not hard enough to matter, but enough to grip and tug the soft boob-flesh with real force as her tongue circled and poked her delicious pink nipple. Of course, it wasn't half as delicious as the continuous noises of pleasure spilling out of her favorite milf's mouth.
How long she spent there sucking and stroking and purring against the heavenly full chest, neither lady could say. Suffice to say, Hinata was firmly over certain questions about her sexuality when the slobbering stopped. Her face was blood red and her eyes unblinking, utterly still in her overstimulated state, even as Sarada kneeled upright, hands fiddling with the buttons of her shirt.
Then they stopped.
Then Hinata's mind was sharpened back to its senses by the young woman's sniffling.
"S-sarada?" she asked, fear plain in her voice. Fear that this was ending, fear that Sarada would smile and pounce on her and reveal this was a trick, fear that she'd traumatized the poor younger woman somehow. She certainly looked miserable as she replied.
"I… I just…. I look like a damn thirteen-year-old boy, and you- you're you! "Your body's so beautiful and womanly, and I'm just-"
"-Sarada!" she protested, even kneeling up herself to come face-to-face with the woman on her lap. Even forgetting she was nearly naked. "Sarada you are gorgeous; I told you. That mean voice in your head is just a liar, and I know it all too well. You don't even know how fat and insecure I was when you looked down at me, I felt like a cow!" she pushed, even laughing a little and keeping her smile when Sarada grew one of her own.
The silence lingered for a few seconds before the younger lady laughed softly.
"That's so funny, I… oh god this is embarrassing, but… I used to think about you in a sexy cow costume. Fantasize about you, I should say,"
Both girls were equally red as they went still.
"Y-you know, just like a… cow print lingerie and a hat or- or something. Nothing weird," Sarada attempted, making neither of them any less embarrassed. For a moment the young lady was sure she'd ruined everything with that little detail.
The relief she felt was beyond words when Hinata leaned in and resumed their kiss.
It was gentle at first, but quickly they fell back over the couch together, neither wanting to separate not even to breathe! Sarada ws too eager to take her pants off all the way! Her top came over the head easy enough with two buttons undone, but those skintight leggings only shimmied down her hips until her wet pussy could be placed directly against the precious, soft skin of her host.
Like a cool salve on the world's worst ache!
A little more shimmying, and there was a squeal from below as, finally, their snatches touched. Their arousal liquids mixed and merged, and the heat from both stimulated the other. It was intense, extreme, but not enough. Not nearly enough heat, but friction fixed that!
The ladies groaned gutturally down each other's throats as Sarada grinded against her, scissoring her pussy to pleasure them both. As she found her pace, the hands resumed their work on her still damp breasts, kneading the soft flesh as they drowned together in pleasure.
Tighter, tighter, hotter and tighter they both grew until SNAP!
Hinata's quivering and screaming down her throat told her it was over, and wanting to make it as special as possible, Sarada chose that moment to think. To really articulate in her mind what she was doing, that she'd really seduced and fucked her dick ex-boyfriends mom! Her childhood crush! She broke the kiss and screamed with her own release, cumming along with the woman under her.
They didn't break the tender embrace until Hinata asked shyly if they could go up to the bedroom, stuttering like a blushing virgin with the woman half her age.
Later that day
"Sarada?! What the fuck are you wearing? W-what the hell are you doing here?" Boruto asked, far too drunk to ponder why the hell his ex-girlfriend was in his house wearing nothing but an oversized shirt and a shit-eating grin. She flicked him on the nose before answering.
"Oh, hey Boruto, just having a little visit with your mom, you know, cutting loose," she quipped, strolling out before he even pieced the words together. Long before he got a glimpse of his mother, no more dressed than her and nearly unconscious in the master bedroom, following a half dozen of the most intense orgasms of her life.
Sarada hummed as she began strolling down the street, away from the Uzamaki manor.
She felt much better.
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