Itchy Kushina

Flawless POV:

The private world depended on Naruto and followed him. Mikoto therefore saw everything he and Kushina did outside.

Naruto had already shown her how to use the crystalline vision, the outside world imagery.

It was easy to use.

When Kushina and her son returned, Mikoto was neither worried nor astounded, witnessing the blood on them.

The pile of beasts and meat stored as the day progressed by Naruto around the Pokecenter already prepared her for a graphic return.

The two hunters, mother and son, came back with a look-- one as carefree as a few hours earlier, but they also came back with a different optic feel.

Like two knives that went to get forged, they came back looking stronger, keener and sharper.

Mikoto did not miss their new details when she greeted them at the gates of their private shelter.

She was standing in front of the red roofed, white building, curious, when she showed Kushina the new clothes she had just finished for her. She offered her to shower before she tries them on.

Time passed. The two adults and the teenager talked for a while. During the talk, Naruto informed his stranded partners of certain things, and proposed a training plan for the next day.

When they finished, they all went inside and started to wash up for some, and prepare dinner for others.

...…..

Kushina's POV:

In the Pokecenter's lobby.

Mikoto was in the kitchen, skinning a wolf and preparing something for the night meal when in the great hall, Kushina approached her son and said, in a disinterested, casual tone, "You're grown and all, but a bath with mom for missed time... Should we go for it?"

"A bath? You and me, you mean?" Seeming surprised, Naruto's eyebrows rose, and his eyes widened when he asked.

"Who else? Don't want to?" Kushina rolled one eye, staring at her son.

She had a strange day to say little...

... To say more... She was facing a sexual trial and a clean-living, moral difficulty

As weird as it sounded, she was excited by and attracted to Naruto all day long.

Minato's son. Her son.

Her baby.

Kushina didn't know why, but all she could do, all she better do before it was late, was to check something.

If the immoral...the shocking desires were caused by the sun, the heat, the mosquitoes of the jungle... Or if she was simply mentally ill...

A wayward, wide-open cunt...

... A crazy bitch in heat...