Disdain

"Congratulations!"

Naruto's idiotically joyous tone caused Hinata's temper to flare even more.

"I always knew you kids would get there in the end! Only took you 18 years!" Naruto laughed and gave both of them a big hug. Hinata continued to stare at Bolt. She couldn't understand her son's decision. How could he choose Sarada? Didn't he know that he could do so much better?

"Mom, you okay...?" Of course she wasn't.

"Yes, baby, I'm just surprised… I mean, you… and Sarada?" Hinata couldn't hide her feelings as she questioned the pairing. Bolt seemed to pick up on it, looking at her the entire time.

"Yeah…" Bolt laughed awkwardly. "It just sort of happened…"

"Well that's just how these things are!" Naruto laughed boisterously and Hinata found her jaw clenching. Her handsome, charming son had fallen victim to a mediocre bitch like Sarada.

"We just finally realised that we wanted this one night… right Bolt?" The spectacled girl nudged Bolt and he agreed.

"It was a shock to me too…" Bolt grinned a little, and the words gave Hinata an idea.

"I suppose that's natural…" She spoke, grabbing both of their attention, and then crossed her arms, pushing her huge breasts up and exposing an obscene amount of cleavage. "It's normal for a man…"

Sarada was smiling, looking at Hinata's face, but Bolt was drowning in her tits.

"To realise what he can have, and to take it." Hinata leaned forwards as she finished, and Bolt seemed to catch himself, pulling away to pretend he hadn't been looking. Hinata smirked smugly.

"Well, my baby can have anything that he wants…" Bolt hadn't fallen for Sarada at all. No, she was just the one to make a move. "And I guess what he wants is you…"

"Thanks Mom…" Bolt smiled with relief as Hinata began to close the gap between them. With Sarada still holding his hand, the mom wrapped her arms around her son and pressed her lush, curvy body against him. Their bodies melded together, Bolt's free hand immediately taking her by the small of her back, close to her big ass, and they squeezed together. The smell of his masculine cologne tickled her nose and she could feel his strong, wide back in her hands, as they embraced for a long time.

With her heels on, she was able to put her head in the crook of his neck and she stared at Sarada as the time went on. The girl looked back, a little confused, but Naruto soon distracted her allowing Hinata to turn and brush her full lips against Bolt's ear.

She whispered breathily into his ear, stroking his back softly.

"Congratulations baby…"

~oOo~

Bolt stumbled slightly as they arrived back at the house. The champagne had quickly piled up, especially after Sarada's announcement to his parents, and he was drunk.

"Welllhmm… aioooooojnn…" Just ahead of him, Naruto swayed dangerously, speaking to himself largely in slurred speech. It had been a longer night than expected since his mom had refused to leave. She'd only come to Bolt and said they were leaving once Sarada had gone. It wasn't a coincidence to Bolt. It seemed like Hinata didn't want him going home with Sarada.

Usually, that wouldn't be an issue but he was drunk and had been regularly fucking his new fiancée for the past few days. He was on edge.

"Baby…" His mom called out to him. Naruto unlocked the door and vanished inside before Bolt turned to his intoxicated mom. She was standing still, probably trying to stop her head spinning, and didn't realise that her dress was offset. One strap had slipped off of her shoulder and the cups of her bra were exposed, the black frills looking good in contrast with her brilliantly white skin.

"You okay Mom?" Bolt tore his gaze from her smooth curves and closed the gap between them.

"I just need a hand…" Hinata laid a hand on his chest as he stood in front of her, and Bolt naturally placed his hands around her tiny waist. She looked up at him, seeming less drunk than he'd thought and then she instructed him.

"Get behind me, I don't want to fall." She hadn't said anything about his hands, and so Bolt did as she asked but gripped her slim waist again. He tried to ignore the curve of her back and the fact her fat, juicy ass was inches from his groin. They walked in silence, and Bolt tried to focus his thoughts elsewhere but they defaulted back every time to the thick, firm basketballs that bounced so close to his hardening cock.

Entering the house, Bolt locked the door. Naruto was nowhere to be seen, probably already in bed, so the mom and son tackled the stairs together.

"Hold me tight here…" Hinata's voice had a quality he hadn't heard before, which he attributed to the alcohol. It obviously had an effect on her because she didn't even notice that, as they took each step, Bolt's face was almost rubbing against her jiggling asscheeks. Hopefully, she wouldn't realise his dick was fully hard now and scraping annoyingly against his jeans.

Bolt varied his thoughts to Sarada's tight body and the delicious ass he had by his face and knew that, the moment he could, he would be jacking off his swollen dick.

~oOo~

"Urghh…" Bolt groaned, his head throbbing slightly from the night before. His eyes slowly opened and the ceiling of his bedroom revealed itself. He'd made it back home. That was good.

"Hmm…" A silky voice moaned below his head, and Bolt's eyes widened. It wasn't Sarada's voice.

"Hm-" He stifled a gasp, knowing it would be a huge problem, by pressing his right hand over his mouth. A distinct taste struck him and, as he took a deep breath, he realised his fingers were coated in something. Bolt further noticed that he was naked, except for his boxers and even they were hiked up awkwardly at one thigh.

The blonde took a second to calm himself, closing his eyes and dropping his head. He'd been in this situation and it was possible that it would be one of his female friends sleeping over at his. He usually slept without clothes and sharing a bed with a friend wasn't the end of the world. Sarada would surely understand. Of course, that didn't eliminate the possibility that something more had occurred but Bolt's initial panic faded.

Taking a calming breath, he raised his head again and found his mom lying to his right.

Fuck.

His dark blues widened, his pupils dilating as the scene burned itself into his mind. Hinata was lying on her side, wearing the same dress from last night only crumpled high up her full thighs, and her small right hand resting on his upper right thigh. The panic returned with a vengeance. Hinata's mammoth tits were squished against his arm, his dick was out, and her delicate fingers were almost touching his semi-hard shaft. Plus, there was cum on her hand.

"Fuckkkk..." He let slip.

"Baby…?" Hinata awoke and Bolt froze. How was he supposed to explain what had happened? He had no idea himself and her incredibly curvy, soft body laying besides him stopped his brain from working on that problem.

"Morning Mom." He tried awkwardly, as Hinata blinked awake and began absorbing the scene.

"Oh…" Her head, with slightly mussed hair, panned down her body and then his. She noticeably paused at his crotch.

"Yeah…" Bolt looked sheepishly at his gorgeous mom. At the very least, she wasn't freaking out. She remained fairly still in his bed and only really moved to take a quick glance at his thankfully closed door. Hinata was usually good at being rational and was comfortable with sexuality. Still, he wasn't sure how she'd react to this. Hell, he didn't even know how to react.

Hinata tried to raise herself from his chest, placing a hand on his abs to do so, and the physical contact had his exposed cock inflating despite the tension of their situation.

"Shit, sorry…!" He apologized, finally realising that he needed to cover up, before reaching down to cover his exposed length. Bolt tugged his boxers down though, with his size, he wasn't able to hide all of it.

"It's okay baby…" His mom spoke softly and coolly, sounding as mature as ever. "We were drunk last night. Obviously, you helped me into bed and then we umm… got carried away…"

"Fuck… that's… I don't know to be honest Mom, I can't remember…" He admitted, trying not to look at her curvy body and failing miserably. He couldn't find the strength to move away from her either.

"Well," Her silky hair swished as Hinata looked around the room. From behind, Bolt's eyes drank in her slender back and her massive tits which were visible as she sat up fully. "I think it's fair to say that we at least fooled around a little."

Bolt noticed she was looking directly at his hardened cum on her hand, her perfectly manicured fingers connecting to feel it. It was surreal and he was barely able to think straight as she turned back to him, her gorgeous face over her small shoulder.

"It's not a big deal baby… It was dark and we probably didn't even know who we were in bed with..."

"..." Bolt wasn't convinced of that but he needed to let the situation end. The last thing he wanted was to draw out the awkwardness as his cock swelled around her incredible body. The teen had always known of course, been acutely aware of the fact that his mom was a bombshell that drew the eye of everyone around them. He'd grown used to it and only ever saw her as his young, pretty mother. Now though, he wasn't able to think of anything but filthy, depraved acts her body would be perfect for.

Bzzzt! Bzzzt!

They both glanced at his phone buzzing beside the bed with a recognizable face on the screen. Sarada was calling him.

"She doesn't need to know." Hinata's words stole Bolt's attention back. His stunning mom shuffled forwards leaving the bed fully and he watched in awe as her fat, perfectly rounded ass showed itself. The firm peach jutted out in the dress which was still high up her thighs, effortlessly taking his focus. Bolt subconsciously wrapped his hand around his clothed cock rather than looking away. Her cheeks were so plump and, with the way they kissed, he could only imagine how perfect the holes they masked were. No doubt, his spell-binding mom would have a tight, well looked after cunt and an asshole to match.

Bzzzt! Bzzzt!

"Fuck… Fuck."

Hinata stood at the end of the bed for a moment and Bolt finally tore his gaze away.

"I… err… I need to get this." He forced out with a dry mouth having gulped numerous times while wrapped up in Hinata's voluptuous body. The brief flashes he had of walking her in last night were incomparable to seeing her curves in all their glory but the guilt hitting him was immense.

"She's your new fiancée. How do you think she'll react when you tell her that you spent the night with me?"

"I wasn't-"

"What do you think she'll say when you tell her you had your incredible fingers inside me?" Bolt gulped again, his mind going back to that taste on his hand. It was fucking delicious.

"Is that what happened?"

"The signs are all there baby." She turned to him again finally, her head glancing obviously at the cum stains around his crotch. "I jerked off your big dick and you fingered my tight pussy until we came all over each other…"

Bolt found his mouth salivating again at the lewd language. His mom has always been cool around him but this was new. The way her absurd body pushed her tight, fitted dress out commanded his gaze and the blonde felt unable to say anything more, her filthy mouth leaving him with only the all consuming desire to remember the previous night.

"I don't want your Dad knowing either so if we just keep it between us then, we move on with no harm done." She locked eyes with him, her large, striking, lilac eyes demanding his attention.

"Uh… yeah…" He nodded, finally rising from the bed to sit against the large headboard. "This was just a crazy drunk thing…" Bolt reiterated, convincing himself with the same assurity that Hinata's voice held.

"I'm going to go take a shower now." She excused herself as she moved towards his door and the insanity of the situation dawned a little on Bolt. "Your Dad will be passed out until 12 at least but I don't want to risk him finding me with your cum on my hands." Hinata giggled attractively and Bolt found himself laughing too. The absurdity called for it and as his phone began buzzing again, the blonde teen was glad to watch his hot mom disappear out of his room.

He steeled his nerves, glanced down at his half hard cock and then picked up his phone. Dropping his head onto the sex scented pillow with a smile on his face and his imagination picturing a mindblowing body with water dripping down it, he finally answered his fiancée.

"Hey Sarada…"

~oOo~

Bolt watched as his hot mom strutted casually across his bedroom in a fluffy dressing gown. She often wore the item after she showered and he usually paid it little attention. Now, he was intoxicated by the way it rested on her, by the scent of her freshly washed body and her shampooed hair. That wasn't all that had changed. Hinata picked up her panties, a small black thong, and appraised them in the light. There was a clear contrast against the black with thick, white cum spattered along the gusset.

"Wow baby… I guess it wasn't enough for you to cum all over my bed and hand." She smirked attractively at him, her full pink lips curling temptingly, and Bolt found himself engrossed instantly. Despite everything, he liked hearing her talk like this. He liked seeing her act like this.

"I don't know what happened Mom…"

"I think I can guess…" Hinata laughed softly, her huge tits bouncing mesmerizingly as she did. The fluffy white gown hung low at the neck and he found his first taste of her cleavage. Bolt drank it in silently, aware that he was staring now but unable to look away. She was just so fucking hot.

"Wow… you certainly grew well huh?" Hinata's compliment pulled him out of her deep cleavage and to follow her gaze. Her beautiful eyes were looking at him the way he'd been looking at her, appraising his body.

"Err, yeah mom…" He replied cautiously. "I've been going to the gym a lot recently." He directed the conversation towards decency though secretly he hoped that she would be more naughty.

"I can tell." She didn't say more but they settled into a comfortable gaze, each looking over the other in a way they'd never done before. Bolt found his initial panic entirely gone and his more carnal desires overriding any awkwardness he should have been feeling.

"Was it just your thong you came back for?" Hinata casually stuffed the cum-stained panties into her gown pocket.

"Just needed to check that everything was cleaned up. We don't want anyone finding out about our little… thing. Do we?" Her plump lips twisted and her tongue lagged as she spoke suggestively. Bolt grit his own teeth at the words and he found his crotch waking again.

"I changed all the sheets and emptied the wastebasket." He explained, stepping from the bed to close the distance between them. "I put everything including our clothes into the laundry and grabbed a fresh set for myself." Bolt ran a hand down his hard chest, showing her the snug white t-shirt and the grey sweatpants he had changed into, while stepping closer still.

"That's good, baby…" Hinata cooed softly, taking a step towards him to place a delicate palm on his broad shoulder. "You followed my instructions very well." Bolt's body sizzled at her touch and he fought back the desire to take hold of her hand. He blinked heavily then, as if a haze had come away, he realised what he'd been thinking. He'd just gotten engaged and he was thinking about his milf mom's cock-waking body.

"I rang Sarada."

"Oh." Hinata's hand fell and she was suddenly dissatisfied.

"She got blackout drunk too and woke up at her mom's house." That visibly pleased her.

"What did you tell her happened?" Hinata closed the small gap between them and Bolt could suddenly feel her heat on him. Her breath puffing against his face. "Did she ask?"

"I told her that I'd lost her at some point and my phone died."

"Did it?" Hinata almost purred and Bolt forced himself to take a step back. She smelled incredible, a blend of lavender and something more spicy, which made it difficult for him to think straight.

"I had a bunch of missed calls from her but I didn't answer them. My phone's still on around fifteen percent…"

"Good, baby, good. What else…?"

~oOo~

Hinata was wet. And the shower had little to do with it. As she stood in Bolt's bedroom, her hand stuffed into her pocket discreetly rubbing at the sticky cum blotted on her panties, and hearing about how her stud son had lied to his little bitch fiance for her, she was turned on. She should have done this as soon as he'd turned 18. The sight of his wide cock even deflated was so sexy and his leanly muscled body and manly musk were a powerful concoction to her senses. More than anything though, she loved knowing that she'd been right about it. Her sweet, handsome son wanted her and he'd cast aside his whore fiancee without another thought if she told him to.

"Good, baby, good. What else…?"

"I told her that she probably got too excited about telling everyone and crashed out." Bolt probably didn't realise he was smirking, his hot lips curled into a slightly cocky smirk that suited him so well. It made her even hotter and Hinata easily found her words to continue the sizzling conversation.

"Did you mention me?" Bolt didn't reply, but from the way the thick bulge in his grey sweatpants twitched, she knew he enjoyed the question. "Did you tell her how your night went?"

"No…" He locked eyes with her, prompting Hinata to step forwards again. Now, their bodies were connected, her immaculate chest flattening against his hard pecs. "I said that I went back home and fell asleep on the couch." Bolt's dark azure eyes shone, gleaming with a dark desire, one that Hinata was all too familiar with and she found herself smirking.

"Good." She placed her perfectly manicured fingers at the side of his neck and ran her thumb along his pronounced Adam's apple. "You did a great job covering everything up, baby… Now, no one has any idea what we were doing last night."

"Yeah Mom… now nothing-"

"Mpph…" Hinata interrupted him by rising to her tiptoes and planting her full lips against his. Their mouths melded together as a searing heat scorched her, the culmination of months of desire welling up inside her. "Mmff…"

"Hmmm…" Hinata stroked his jaw and his shoulder passionately as Bolt settled into the kiss, wrapping his own arm around her tiny waist and tugging her close. Her mind exploded with satisfaction as she felt her plan fall into place. She'd won him over. Her perfect, charming stud son was hers entirely.

All she needed now was for him to end things with Sarada.

"Mom…" Bolt pulled back, holding her waist still, as steamy breaths passed between them. It hadn't been a voracious spit filled kiss in the way she had always dreamed about but the intensity made her knees weak regardless. It didn't matter anyways, after all, she'd shown him what she could give him and he would certainly abandon his bitch fiancée. "Sarada's coming over later."

"Huh?"