"This is as far I am permitted to take you..."

The training staff lady, taken hostage by one of her own bosses, stopped at a darkened corridor.

"Your son is being held within the first room after taking a right. I... I cannot continue forward." Ino looked ahead past her escort, seeing the lit hallway just ahead. "You will come with me, I am ordering you." Ino could tell she was being highly unreasonable, especially during a time like this where being level-headed was top priority. However, she could feel her son was in danger, and she needed to protect him from the threat plaguing Konoha. The woman's fingers trembled, pulling out the keys to the cell.

"I'm sorry, I-I-I can't-"

Ino was not taking it, and pushed the policewoman ahead.

"Lady Ino, please! I need to tend over Shikamaru and Lady Tsunade," the officer beckoned. "N-Now is not the time to be worried about your son. Trust me, you have to listen!"

Ino ignored the pleas and dragged this young kunoichi that she did not even know the name of. "Please, this is not what you should be doing. You have to listen!"

Ino continued across the bend, with the two soon standing infront of the young boy's cell.

"Open the door," Ino ordered. "Open Inojin's room."

The kunoichi gulped, a light tear trickling from her right cheek. Her face turned a puffy red, and she cupped her face where the mark stung harshly.

"Understood..."

...

The sound of metal meeting metal led to a creaking of the old door swaying open. The room was dank and smelled of mildew, lit only by a weak light-bulb and a bit of moonlight from the barred-up windows. This section of the training facility had been left under construction, having been meant to be closed off until further notice. A buzzing of the electricity keeping ventilation circulated whirred as an ambient white-noise.

Therein that room Ino saw, lying on the center of the floor, her only child covered in black: immobile.

"Baby!"

Ino ran over to her seemingly unconscious kid, holding him tightly as the coating around his body spilled onto her. "Inojin! Inojin! Who did this!"

Her boy did not respond. The blackishg fluid pooled everywhere, getting all over her clothes and limbs.

"Inojin!"

Her fingers were getting dampened, her mind racing at the amount of blood that had pooled up. The blackness must mean that these were not fresh wounds; Momoshiki had to have been involved. He had to have attacked her son.

"He couldn't corrupt you... I'm sorry they took you... It's... It's all my fault!"

The blonde beauty began to tear up, holding her 'son' tightly as she laid on the floor. The substantial amount of fluid oozed more and more, the person in her hand getting lighter by the second. She could literally feel the life out of the thing in her arms start to leak out.

Suddenly, a loud thud was heard from behind, followed by a series of clunking.

Ino's sniffling weakened, turning around to see the door had been shut. The sound of the key turning, the door locking, and the sound of the hostage lady crying as her footsteps petered off.

"Thank you, Saya, you truly were most helpful."

Ino felt the body she was caressing began to bubble, before exploding into paint that wrapped around her arms like a sturdy armcuff. Her resistance fields were now completely constricted, wrapped through every nook and cranny.

"Wh-Wh-Wha-"

Ino's body fell to the floor, her midriff gripped by a pool of ink from a scroll that she had unknowingly sat upon.

"I'm sorry, Ino Yamanaka." The voice of her son was heard from a dark corner, except doubled, as if another person was speaking as well.

"But I am afraid, that son of yours who you and Sai raised so very well, was more corruptible than you may have led yourself to believe..."

The figure walked ever so slowly, revealing the shape of the boy she reared. This time, she was facing her son, finally. This time, her son's pale skin was almost sickeningly white, and his eyes creepily blank. This time, his blank face that only did the occasional mild smirks, was now widened into a monstrous grin, accentuated by the horn that began to grow from his skull's side.

Ino understood that it was not long before the paint that spilled upon her, would consume her in darkness as well.

"Inojin! Inojin! INOJIN!"

...

The pale boy had attacked his mother bare, his clothes having been discarded minutes before his plan came into action. His mother's outfit had been reconfigured to be nonexistent, thanks to his brushing away of the material latched onto his chakra. The entrance into her forbidden tunnel was made easy by using her own techique against her, capturing Ino's mind whilst she was still restrained. For the brief period he possessed his mother's delicious body, he worked to prepare her hole with some fingers, before sliding her down his half-conscious body. During his time prepping for the Chunin exams, he managed to make use of the technique well enough to maintain a functional level of control of his body, even whilst he invaded the internals of his target. Sliding the vaginal opening onto himself, Inojin worked Ino's body up and down the length to prop it up, turning it stiff and primed. Satisfactorily hard, Ino's body was lowered back down, as he made his own body rise up. With a hand sign, Inojin rebound his mother in his sticky paint, bound his grip around the thick poles known as his mommy's sweet thighs, then proceeded to fully return into his body.

"INOJIIINNN!?"

The young mother shrieked, her insides being crushed by the weight of her and her husband's creation. Her hymen felt like it was being 'break-and-entered' in all sorts of criminal ways. There was no need for any foreplay here; The child of Sai and Ino was far too introverted and isolated in nature, permitting the Otsutski's curse to bleed into him easier. He had no innate headstrong attitude that would allow him to mentally challenge Momoshiki. Unfortunate for Ino, who had not realized how badly outmatched she was in trying to take him on. Her failures as both a mother and a ninja deserved her to be stripped of both her rights as a shinobi, and an unsullied woman.

He knew puppetting his security guard would be of great use to assuring his rape's success: Momoshiki's power was more than enough of a threat to force that weakling to comply. Contrary to what his classmates may have thought, Inojin always had desires, namely for filial approval, just lacking any ambition to commit to anything. His obedient nature and simple, goal-oriented personality made him fit for a one-track mind. Now, with his teenage hormones firing, he was sure to fire heaping loads into his warm target. Ino's skimpy clothing were her weakness. Although approaching her midlife, Lady Ino was still wanting to rock her teenage fit, which made it all the easier to disengage her thin outfit as a form of protection from incest. She wasn't meant to be wearing such obscene clothing at her age. Her obscenity and disregard for societal authority made her a justifiable enemy to a corrupted Inojin. He once respected his mother, but her she was, gripped internally by him and his superior strength. She failed to resist the very technique her genetics passed down onto him; being thoroughly mindbroken enough to planted atop her own child. Ino could see his mother was in need of correction, and deserved to be looked down upon as he painted her insides.

Momoshiki had perfected his craft by his third vessel, and recognized just what exact nerves to pick. Show no mercy, Inojin. Show your mother you really DO love her.

"Mom, I love you so HARD!" Inojin jammed himself into her at the "hard", and cause Ino's neck to crack backwards.

"AHHH!" Ino felt the girth plunging itself, unclogging her vagina of any empty space. "Fight... it... Inoji-"

"LOVE ME BACK, MOM!"

Inojin again plunged into his mother, wanting to silence her attempts at reason. He was both in control and not in control of his actions; but the overlap between the two rested in his love for his parents. Namely, the who shares his tender name. The one who he is sharing this tender sexual assault with. Ino's tongue rolled back, face turning red from the intensity of the sensation from being brutalized.

"LOVE ME! LOVE ME! LOVE MEEE!"

Inojin, who had been still holding up his mother's thighs to keep her gorgeous legs pointed up to the ceiling, motioned his left grip up to his mother's restricted arms. Ino was breathless, as she felt pressure onto her neck. Her son was choking her in his harsh embrace, both metaphorically and physically. "

ii~dsad~nnnooo~~jkfhdfad~jjjiiinn" her voice strained, her eyes rolled up as she struggled to combat his force. It felt as if he wanted to choke the life out of her, in spite him wickedly seemingly primed to sow life in of her belly. Before she could feel herself pass out from oxygen loss, she felt his grip dissipate. This momentary peace was short, as Inojin had only given the woman enough time to spit out her saliva, before gripping her cheeks, then assaulting her mouth with his own.

Ino's muffled protest, alongside her highly kissable lips, was all her boy needed to reach his first chakra release. Her face puckered red, turning pink as her pink began to feel a growing warmth.

Like a cannon, the spurts bombarded Ino's silky smooth walls, crumbling them like they were paper tigers. Her eyes winced in disgust, tears rolling down her eyes. She could hardly stare back at her "son", if she could even call him that as he thrusted, and blew buckets, and thrusted, and spewed loads, and thrusted again. She now understood what it had to have been like to be Hinata, to be Temari, to be one of the many who may suffer this very fate she is going through. She, in that very moment, made peace that she lost her beloved son; that the beast wanting to occupy her womb and bring her to near death was not the Inojin she birthed and raised with Sai.

With each pumping, the missionary position the two were locked in caused Ino's hips to sway, her ass cushioning the deep thrusts at the cost of her legs turning numb from being so splayed outwardly. Ino's toes curled instinctively, her nympho-pussy greeting this unwanted sperm with open arms. Inojin's ink began to unravel, his chakra being spent solely to continue the flow of batter into this glorious creampie. Not like it mattered, as the disastrous creaming had not only clogged up her uterus, but her access to her chakra pools. The 3rd monster of Momoshiki's skill with a brush caused his strokes to apply massive pressure to his momwife's core points.

Their lips parted. Inojin pulled himself out from his birthplace, causing it to ooze his muck. He looked down at his conquest: Ino's face weepy and flushed. Her hands went up to her face, shielding herself from her attacker's gaze. All but her eye was covered, her body bunched and wriggly. With this battle experience, his horn grew, and the eye beside the horn started to warp in color. The flow of chakra acquired from guzzling Ino's chakra reserves dry as her womb guzzled his potent swimmers equivocally revitalized him. His cock was stiffened once more, enjoying the look of shame on Ino's face and the way she looked afraid to be fought with again so soon after her loss.

This was the next Shinobi War, and she was but one of the many MILF casualties. Ino's hands blocked her vision, her wails echoing out into the abandoned halls of her prison cell, as the person once known as Inojin continued for his 2nd round.

"Ino ii! NOOOO! Inojiii iii~!"

Although Inojin recognized he was but a mere pawn inside of Momoshiki's grand scheme, he accepted his pitiful role as a motherfucker with joy. He understood that his footprint on this current timeline will be erased once Boruto succeeds in the time-slip, but all that mattered in this very moment, was knowing he will have given his final enemy [Ino's lack of child bearing] his all.

"Take... My... Love... Mom..."