Compatible with Sasuke's mom

"Hi, Hello there auntie. Do you know a Sasuke?" His eyes meeting with Mikoto's for the first time, Naruto asked with a friendly smile. Not wasting his time with fake, useless good manners, courtesies and entryway words.

With them being naked, alone on this beach, the situation was already awkward enough… The information he gave, formulating his question also gave him a way back.

If he directly used her name, and her last one, he wouldn't have one.

"Sasuke?"

"You know my Sasuke?!"

Shrouding her breasts and her lower body with her hands, probably by reflex, when she saw Naruto, Mikoto replied with widened eyes.

Even if the frown didn't leave, the hinting, growing vigilance taking shape on her wonderful face relaxed.

"I thought I was dead! Who are you to my Sasuke?! And where are we?!" Mikoto said, inquired again. Shouting.

She had no reason not to.

Naruto smiled. He understood her state of mind. If he suddenly found himself in the same situation, he would react like she was doing when someone mentions his son or his daughter as soon as he wakes up.

Maybe he wouldn't be as worried about his bareness. Maybe he would turn a little stiff... like what was happening to him right now, down there, but he was a man.

His legs crossed, which hid his coarse boner, coarse for a first meet, as good as they could, and well thus far, Naruto replied, "My name's Naruto Uzumaki, auntie."

"I thought you looked like a friend of mine, so I asked directly."

After confirming Mikoto's identity, most of Naruto's worries were eased.

Anything after this could proceed smoothly, so he didn't speak uselessly. Especially about things the woman was bound to discover staying with him here.

He himself didn't know jack shit. Except that sea animal and that earlier mess...

What point was there talking about the messes he left, though?

If she insisted and asked again, naturally he would take the time and the length to answer.

He was saving her from shame, after all.

"Uzumaki?!" Hearing the name, Mikoto winced. Her eyes were wide open and her brows rose when she asked, "Are you related to Kushina?!"

Smirking, Naruto nodded and said, "I'm her son, auntie."

"WHATT!!" Mikoto jumped, cheerful.

Naruto, who confirmed something, about a long kept secret inside Konoha, again, continued, "I'm that little boy everyone used to call the demon fox. The Kyuubi was sealed inside me. You probably weren't told…"

"That kid? You're that poor kid who walked the streets aimlessly?!" The cheerfulness leaving, Mikoto was so surprised that she stopped hiding her milky white chest for a moment. She had pity, guilt written on her face now.

Naruto, who caught a good view of her nipples and bouncing tits, didn't complain.

His throat moved in an eye-catching, thirsty way, when he swallowed his spit, however.

Not missing that bit, that dry move, with her twinkling focus, her inherent womanly optic, Mikoto scowled. But then, seeing the cause, what she'd done accidentally, she blushed.

Her hands returned to her flagitious, extraordinary breasts when she bumbled, spoke a little disorderly, "S-Sorry."

"Sorry for?" Naruto, who was already quite the daredevil as a child, learned to spread, redirect his talents in useful places. Recalling his dalliances with Sakura, Ino, Shizune, Temari, and some other women who often visited his office not just on official business, he boldly chuckled and replied quietly. To cause confusion.

"If anything, I should be the one apologizing. I had a rather nice peep just now..."

"What? Did I hear right?" Stunned, Mikoto's eyes widened again.

"Hear what?"

Seeing how Naruto just grinned cheekily, casually, and answered vaguely, Mikoto frowned.

Bashfully.

Like a typical mother, a nagging, educating auntie, she said, "Perhaps, excuse me for asking so bluntly, but did you grow into a pervert, Naruto?"

Asking, she didn't look as mad as she feigned to be. Naruto could see a smile.

He knew that as long as women smiled, that way at least, because there were different ones, anything would go under the table. Anything was a go… In reasonable, suitable means for the latter reality.

Now wasn't the moment to make a new move and ruin everything, though…

Naruto said what he wanted to say. His intent was not to get nephew-zoned, if that was even a term.

It was better if Mikoto knew from the start what kind of bastard he was, so she could laugh it off. Awkwardly or not.

That was until he truly had her guard down.

Instead of insisting, Naruto decided to change the subject. Seeing how shamelessly silent he was, Mikoto was snorting. That was when he said, "Don't sweat the small stuff, auntie. You're a stunner. Let's not make this a problem, okay. Soooo... you know my mom, how was she like?"

Shocked again, Mikoto picked right where he stopped, saying, "Haha. So that's the kind of boy you turned out to be, little Naruto." She had to laugh a little at that moment.

Naruto watched her patiently. He was glad to see that his little tricks, his charms, were working on her... His own wife included, there were quite a few women immune to his stupid gimmicks.

... Did he have compatibility with Sasuke's mom?

When Naruto wondered, done with the quivering mirth, Mikoto paused and inquired. "Before I answer anything, can you tell what this place is? Is this the afterlife? Some next phase, maybe?"