Walking along the street, Boruto Uzumaki wiped sweat from his forehead, the early summer heat was stifling as he made his way to Shikadai’s house. He shifted the weight of the bag slung over one shoulder of the dark blue shirt he had on. ‘Should have listened to mom about wearing lighter clothes,’ he thought. He turned a corner and saw his friend’s house in the distance. Hanabi told him he should train his body more, build up more stamina for his attempt to unlock his Byakugan. Though he had a sneaking suspicion that she wanted his stamina raised for other reasons… Thinking about his aunt made a blush spread across his cheeks as he remembered the way he woke up with his cock in her mouth! His pants suddenly felt tighter and he shook his head, trying to push the image away.
Walking up to the front door of Shikadai’s house, Boruto pressed the doorbell once. As he looked around the yard, he realized this was the first time he’d really been inside. He’d only ever walked passed the place when his friend either came out to join him or when he was parting company.
The yard was nice, well-kept with a small pond off to one side. He stopped looking around when the door suddenly opened and a woman stood in front of him. With everything he’d been told, Boruto knew this could only be Shikadai’s mother. Her face was stern, almost frightening, her blue eyes seemed to glower at him as if he were an insect crawling over her meal.
She had pale blonde hair pulled back into four short ponytails at the back of her head, and she was dressed in only a high hemmed kimono that barely even counted as that, more like a minidress that barely kept her heavy bustline in check. Even now she looked like just a deep breath would make her spill out of her top! Below her waist wasn’t much better, the hem of his kimono was so high he could tell she wasn’t wearing any panties! He could just barely make out the smooth hairless folds of her labia as she seemed to examine him for a moment before giving a smile that was almost scarier than her neutral expression.
“Ohh your Shikadai’s friend,” she said, her voice reminded him a bit of Kaguya, deep, but still feminine, “I’ve heard so much about you,” her smile became a little warmer, but he still felt a little unnerved, “He’s currently training with his father at the edge of the village, why don’t you come in for a snack? It feels hotter than Sunagakure out here, and it looks like you walked.”
“I uh, I don’t want to impose…” Boruto began, reaching into his bag, pulling out a game cartridge, “I just wanted to return this to Shikadai.” he said, holding up the game to her.
“Boruto, right?” she asked, he nodded, “Come inside.” she said with a smile, but her tone was beyond threatening.
“Yes ma’am!” he said, stepping in as she moved aside for him.
The air inside the house was about twenty degrees cooler than outside, he could hear an AC motor thrumming quietly somewhere as he took off his shoes and followed Shikadai’s mother farther into the interior. The walls were white and smooth, with a light blue carpet. He spotted the usual, some family photos on the wall, and a picture of her when she was young with two other boys, one of them he recognized as the Kazekage from the tattoo on his forehead. He remembered Shikadai telling him that his mother was originally from the Sand Village once. Boruto looked around more, trying NOT to look at the nearly exposed ass of his friend’s mother! Did she really lounge around the house like that?! No wonder he always seemed stressed about going home!
“My name’s Temari by the way, you can call me that.” Temari said as they rounded a corner into a larger living space. A TV hung on one wall turned off, soft music from a stringed instrument he could identify played from the speakers of a stereo on the other side of the room. A small coffee table took up the center of the room, a shogi board was set up on the center of the table, still half played.
Temari told Boruto to have a seat and he knelt on one of the pillows by the table, feeling even more uncomfortable as the blonde went to the kitchen. He heard ice clinking in glasses followed by liquid being poured. He felt so uncomfortable right now as he looked around more. A sliding door looked like it led outside, but he couldn’t see anything through the paper frame. It looked on the outside like one of those really old fashioned paper and wood frame doors, but it couldn’t have been, since the room was still cool and comfortable.
Shikadai’s mom, Temari, returned a moment later bearing a tray piled up with two glasses of iced tea and a plate of snack crackers. He thanked her when she set one glass in front of him before taking a seat on the pillow across from him. He gulped dry when she sat cross legged, her pussy clearly visible from his vantage point. He felt his face and crotch getting hot as he grabbed his glass and took a large gulp. The tea was great, just the right amount of sweetness. It was refreshing after the oppressive heat outside.
“So, I hear you’re fucking your aunt and Kaguya.” she said dryly.
Boruto spit his tea out in a fine mist to keep from choking on it! Temari burst out laughing, slapping her hand on the table so hard the shogi pieces rattled, “Oh my god, that is so cliché, it’s hilarious…” she said, panting for air began laughs.
“I… It’s just… Well…” Boruto stumbled over his words, still in complete shock.
“Relax kid…” Temari said, wiping a tear from her eye as she got her mirth under control, “It’s alright.”
“How…?” Boruto managed to ask.
Temari took a sip from her tea, “Kaguya told me.” she said simply, “She can be quite the gossip after a few rounds of sake. For a goddess, she really can’t hold her liquor well.” she explained.
“Dattebasa…” Boruto sighed, “Are you gonna tell my mom?” he asked.
“Why would I do that?” she asked leaning back on one hand, letting him have an even better view between her legs, “It’s honestly not my business,” she told him, “And you can stop stealing glances and look if you want, I don’t mind.” she said nonchalantly between sips.
Taking another large gulp of his tea, Boruto turned and looked at Temari again; her kimono was sliding off one shoulder now, exposing even more of her cleavage to him. Her pussy was completely bald, not even a trace of stubble. He realized she must have just finished a bath or something when he pressed the doorbell. The lips of her pussy were a soft pink color and he could see her clit was just slightly out of its hood as she sat quietly.
“Gotta say I’m impressed, before the club first opened, I doubt your dad was getting laid as much as you.” Temari said, “And even then he was several years older.”
“Hmmph, just goes to show I’m better than that old idiot!” Boruto said, crossing his arm and nodding proudly.
Temari smirked and set her glass down, getting up on her knees and leaning over the table, her heavy tits finally spilling out of her top, hanging like cow udders, their pink nipples just barely grazing the scattered shogi pieces, “That’s not the only thing I hear is better…” she said in a slightly husky tone as she leaned in close. “Kaguya told me all about what you’re packing down there…” she whispered hotly into his ear. Boruto tensed and his hands instantly moved to cover his lap. Temari giggled and continued, “You know, before, and even for a little while after he married your mother, your father was a regular of mine at the club.”
Her breath in his ear made Boruto shiver even as she talked about his father, which always seemed to put him in a bad mood. She then pulled back and sat cross legged again, her tits completely bare now as she took another sip, “But then he became Hokage and I got married and pregnant with Shikadai, sadly, I haven’t seen much of him since.” she said in a completely casual tone. “Sometimes I miss him,” she said, her voice higher now, “I love my husband, but his dick is like a pencil next to your fathers, and none of the club regulars can compare eeiiiiiiiitheer, it’s just sooooo frustrating…”
“Um, Temari-san…?” Boruto said. She looked at him, “Saying it in that voice just seems really wrong.”
She sighed and shrugged dismissively, “Fine, was worth a shot. Seduction isn’t really my forte, that’s why I don’t do fantasy jobs at the night club.” She then leaned forward again, her tits swaying just inches over the table, “So, is what I heard true or not?” she asked before sitting back down.
“Is what true?” Boruto asked his hands still in his lap as he looked at her exposed tits and cunt.
“That you’re packing a bigger fire hose than your old man!” she said, downing the rest of her iced tea and slamming the empty glass down on the table, the ice clinking lightly. “Look, I’ll say it plainly, I haven’t had a good fuck in over a year, I love my husband, but he hasn’t fully satisfied me in ages and I’m fucking hornier than a dog in heat!”
Boruto flinched away slightly as she leaned in closer, “Come on, I bet you’re even better than your father, you’ve got plenty of youthful stamina from what I’ve heard.” she said with a grin, “And that can’t possibly be comfortable anymore.” she said, pointing at the lump in his pantleg.
“I feel like the main character in a harem comic.” he said with a nod. Boruto pulled his hands away from his lap and Temari licked her lips at the way his cock strained against his pants. She then stood up and moved around the table, straddling his lap and pulling his face between her heavy tits. They were soft and warm, and smelled really nice, a rich flowery scent he couldn’t identify.
“I think you need a couple more girlfriends before you get to that point.” she told him with a smile, “Now go on, you can do whatever you like.” she said with a smile.
Resisting the sudden urge to ravage her body, Boruto slowly reached up and grabbed the older womans tits. They felt heavy in his hands, but really soft; his fingers sank in deep as he wrapped his mouth around one nipple. Temari made a soft sound, grinding her ass in his lap slowly as she ran her fingers through her hair.
“Mmmmmmh, yeah, that’s it…” she cooed as she moved her hand down between them. With a deftness he didn’t think possible, Temari opened his pants and pulled his cock out with only one hand, “Oh my…” she said with a happy giggle, “It’s a wonder you don’t slouch.” she joked as she guided his length inside herself, her pussy felt hot and wet, softer than Hanabi, but not nearly as tight as Kaguya had gotten. Boruto let out a groan as Temari’s wrapped her legs around his waist, rocking her hips on top of his lap slowly.
“So thiiick…” she moaned, hugging his head to her tit harder as she began moving her hips faster, “Oh fuck it’s been too long since I felt this full!” she said as Boruto began moving to thrust into her. She moaned as he sank all the way inside, her entire body shuddering in pleasure as he moved from one nipple to the other, sucking it harder as he closed his eyes and let himself enjoy the feeling of being inside her.
“Yes, harder, harderrrr, fuck meee!” Temari moaned as she bucked her hips to meet his thrusts. He then tried to push himself higher on his knees, but her weight and motion made him lose balance and he ended up slamming her back onto the table, scattering the shogi pieces everywhere.
“Yes!” she moaned, “That’s the spirit!” she said as her legs wrapped around his waist again, “Now, show me you’re as good, if not better, lover than that numbskull dad of yours!”
Gripping both her tits, Boruto groaned as he began slamming his cock into her, the glasses on the table quickly getting knocked off and clattering on the floor as Temari panted and moaned.
“I’ll prove I’m a thousand times better than that old fart, dattebasa!!!” he groaned as he reached out to grab the back of her neck, pulling her close and covering her mouth with his own. She moaned into his kiss, bracing herself up on her hands and returning it in kind.
“Mmmmmmmh, show me!!” Temari said, and then moaned as Boruto pinned her arms down at her sides, slamming his length into her over and over. “Oh fuuuuck yeeeaaahhhh!!!” she moaned, unwrapping her legs from his waist and using them to raise her pelvis up higher, making his motions easier. “Yeah, fuuuuck, fuck me, fuck me harder, right therrrrrrreeee!!!” she moaned, her back arching over the table ad Boruto groaned again as he felt himself cumming inside her.
The two of them fell in a heap of arms and legs on top of the table, panting hard and covered in sweat in spite of the still thrumming AC. Boruto waited to catch his breath before he tried to get up again. He started to pull out slowly, but Temari’s legs wrapped solidly around his waist again.
“Oh no, we’re not done yet.” she told him, looking at him with that stern look again. He gulped and nodded, and her legs let go. “Come with me.” she said, getting up off the table and shedding her rumbled kimono. She then quickly got him out of his clothes before taking him out back into the garden behind the house, swaying her hips as she led the way.
The back of the house was fully fenced in, with a stone garden and koi pond. Temari walked down off the porch and into the stone garden, getting down on all fours and shaking her hips from side to side as her still slightly agape pussy dripped down her thighs. Boruto moved up behind the woman pale blonde woman, grabbing her side hips as he slid his cock back inside. Temari let out a low moan, rolling her ass back against him.
“Won’t the neighbors hear us?” he asked.
“Screw ‘em, I ‘work’ at home all the time when my husband and Shikadai are away.” she told him. Surprisingly, Boruto wasn’t shocked by that revelation and began pushing his cock deeper into her.
“Yesssss….” she hissed as he began pumping his hips, his pelvis smacking a soft smacking sound with every impact of their bodies. “Yes, yes, yes, yesssss! Ahhhhhh fuck!!!! Harder Boruto, ahhhnnnnn, make me your bitch!!!! Oooooohhhhh…!” she screamed.
“Uhhhnnnnn, Temari-san…” Boruto groaned, enjoying the feel of her pussy slipping back and forth along his length as he pushed in deeper, leaning over her and reaching down to grab her swaying tits, holding them like a pair of heavy water balloons.
“No, just call me Temari!” she told him before screaming in pleasure, “SAY MY NAME AND FUCK MEEEE!!!”
“Te… Temari!!!” Boruto groaned, slamming his cock balls deep into her pussy.
“Oh fuuuuck…” Temari moaned, rocking her entire body back against the youth, panting as her fingers clawed at the soft sand beneath them as he felt her pussy clenching his dick tight. “More, fuck me more, more, more, more, mooooore!!!!” she begged, looking back at his with a wild look on her face, her tongue hanging from her lips as she panted for every breath.
He’d seen that look before, on Hanabi and Kaguya, when both of them were completely lost in ecstasy. Completely out of the blue, an idea hit him as he brought his hand down on Temari’s jiggling ass. The blonde screamed again and bucked her hips even harder, her pussy clinging to his cock now on every outstroke. He reached his arms down, hooking his hands around her thighs as he leaned back.
“Wooooaaahhhhh…” Temari moaned as he managed to lift her up, cradling her thighs in his arms as he held her aloft while pumping his length up into her. She was heavier than he thought she’d be, his arms and legs quickly began to ache, but he managed as he thrust as much of his length as he could into her.
“Wow… yesss! More, oh fuck you’re making me CUM, I’m GONNA CUM, I’M CUMMING, CUMMING, CUMMING OH FUUUUUCK!!!!!!” Temari screamed as her eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth open wide as she let out a low moan of sheer pleasure as her pussy squirted like a burst balloon. Her pussy clenched around his cock tighter than ever, so much his dick was nearly pushed out entirely as he thrusted in as much as their angle allowed. He grunted and moaned as he began cumming again, his cum spilling back out around his cock as his strength finally gave out and she fell forward onto the soft sand with a thud.
Boruto laid on top of her like that for a few breaths before getting up on his knees again. He pulled out of Temari with a wet noise, his cock coated in their mixed juices as he wiped sweat from his forehead. The older blonde woman lay on her stomach, still panting, a blissful expression on her face as her ass twitched several times from her repeated climaxes.
The younger blonde looked down at her, watching her ass and thinking, ‘What if…?’ He remembered reading something in that worn out old copy of Make-Out Paradise on the bookshelf at home, how the hero shoved his dick up one girl’s ass and made her nearly go insane with pleasure. He only mulled it over for a couple heartbeats before he reached down and grabbed Temari’s ass!
“Again?” she asked, a smile spreading over her lips, “AlreadyyYYYYAAAAHHHH!?!?” she howled as spread the creamy buns of her butt and found her asshole before unceremoniously shoving his thickness all the way inside, “AHHAAAA, MY BUTT, MY BUUUUUUTTTTTTT!!!” Temari howled as Boruto groaned. Her asshole was world tighter than hers or even Hanabi’s pussy. Hotter too, his dick felt like it was gonna melt inside her as he began sliding his cock back and forth, his and Temari’s mixed juices making a great lubricant as the older blonde screamed, her hands gripping the handfuls of dirt as he felt a spray of warmth over his balls and thighs as her pussy gushed like a fountain.
“MY ASS, MY ASS… AHHHAAAAHHHHAAA, MY ASSSSSSS!!!!” Temari moaned and giggled, and for a moment, Boruto thought he might actually have broken his friend’s mom before Temari bucked her ass back against him, “YES!!! OH FUCK YOU’RE STRETCHING MY ASS SO MUUUUCH!!!”
Boruto began to slow, but Temari turned her head to look back at him, drool rubbing down her chin as she panted, “No, don’t stop!” she moaned, “HARDER, FUCK MY ASS HARDER!!!” she begged, then moaned as he happily obliged her, slamming his cock in as far as it would go with every thrust! The older womans hands clawed repeatedly at the sand as she screamed over and over in pleasure.
“Mmmmmh, Temari… Your ass feels so tight and slippery dattebasa…” he groaned as he found his new rhythm with her. Thrusting in as she rocked her hips back, then the two of them pulling away until just the very tip of his cock remained inside her, followed be him slamming back inside. Temari let out the most erotic sounding moans as he slammed into her again and again!
“OH FUCK, OH FUCK, OH FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!!!!!! YESSSS POUND MY ASS!!! FUCK, YOUR DAD NEVER FUCKED MY ASS THIS GOOOOOOD!!!!! OOOOOOOHHHHHHH!!!” Temari moaned, gritting her teeth together as she hissed in pleasure then began screaming as her entire body shook. “FUCK YES, I’M CUMMING, I’M CUMMING SO HAAAAARRRRD!!!!! CUM IN ME AGAIN BORUTO, CUM IN MY ASSSSSS!!!!”
“Te… Temari…!!!” Boruto grunted as he slammed in all the way one last time, his cock throbbing in pleasure as he came.
“Oooooooo, I feel it filling up insiiiiide….” Temari cooed as she began going slack, her skin flushing pink all over like a full body blush. She then fell forward, his cock pulling out of her with a soft wet ‘pop’. He then fell over next to her; their bodies now covered in sweat as she panted for air. The two of them laid like that for at least five minutes before Temari pushed herself up on one elbow and lay on her side, letting his have a full view of her tits in his face again.
“Mmmmmmmmh, thank you very much, Boruto.” she said with a smile and reached out to tousle his hair. Somehow, that made the young blonde feel beyond patronized as Temari got up a few moments later and began getting dressed. When his legs agreed to work again, Boruto got up as well and found his own clothes. As he redressed, Temari, now in a proper kimono, cleaned the living room, resetting the shogi board and cleaning up the melted ice from the floor. Boruto had only glimpsed the board earlier, but he was pretty sure Temari had placed all the pieces back where they were when he came in. The older woman smiled when she spotted him examining the game.
“Shikadai and my husband have been in that deadlock for a week,” she told him, “I could replace those pieces with my eyes closed at this point.” She nudged his shoulder bag with one foot, “You said you wanted to drop something off?”
Boruto had almost completely forgotten! He nodded and retrieved the game cartridge from his bag, setting it on the coffee table before standing up and slinging the bag over his shoulder. Temari escorted him to the door and opened it for him, “Come by any time.” she said with a suggestive smile as he walked back into the oppressive heat outside. He only managed a nod as he turned and began walking towards the street again, “Oh, and say ‘hi’ to your mom for me!” she called out to him.
“Dattebasaaaa…” Boruto sighed, feeling his cheeks flush with embarrassment and he took off at a run!
(Story by User: SailorIo)