Their Differences

Bolt watched the sultry temptress walk away from him, her body encased in a deliciously tight sage green dress, as his fiancee spoke up.

"Now that we're alone, should we check out that restaurant we saw?" The blonde teen turned to his partner and nodded casually. Right, the restaurant, the one that she'd gushed about while they'd wandered the town. "Great!"

She took his hand and Bolt tried to suppress the thought that it didn't feel as good as his mom's incredible ass or her jiggly boobs. The couple moved together, making idle chat and soon the term found his focus on her. He engaged with her, joked and made her laugh uproariously while they enjoyed a nice meal.

She'd dressed up a bit, using the natural heat to wear a surprisingly short skirt and a puffy blouse that alluded to soft curves beneath. All in all Bolt was charmed by her and was on the verge of forgetting all about the other woman on their trip. It seemed that fate had other plans for him though.

"Your mom is really pretty, huh?" Bolt glanced up at Sarada's puzzling expression. He didn't like where this was going.

"Uhm yeah…" He smiled as casually as he could, leaning back in his chair with the pale blue shirt and dress pants he wore feeling stifling all of a sudden..

"Like, I knew she was pretty, but God, she's amazing…" Sarada forked her remaining food aggressively, refusing to look at him and in doing so conveyed how she really felt. Bolt had noticed it of course, noticed that there was a vast difference between Hinata and Sarada. And that it was being shoved in Sarada's face for the first time.

"Guess we're both blessed with good genes, haha." He tried to smooth out the tension but the fork dropped and his fiancee stared at him.

"You mean my mom? Yeah, she's pretty for a mom but, no… Hinata is different…"

Bolt wasn't sure what to say and instead opted for resting his palm on top of her hand. Sarada seemed to soften at his attention and her shoulders loosened in relief but then her raven black eyes hardened again.

"It's just awkward…" It was obvious that some specific image had come to her mind and provoked her back into her frustration.

"What do you mean?" Bolt encouraged her.

"She's your mom and she's dressing like…" Sarada's voice faded and at the same time, his body tensed up. "Not that there's anything wrong with that, but I mean, she's…"

"She's what?" Bolt pulled his hand back from her, trying to stop his face morphing into a frown.

"... You know, her body… it's not normal and that bikini was…" Sarada tried to reach across and took his hand again. "Inappropriate."

Bolt left his hand there, trying to sympathise with his partner but he found it difficult. He'd given Sarada plenty of attention and yet, just seeing Hinata at the beach had affected her this much. Seeing that hot, filthy body bursting out of a sexy pink bikini had pissed his fiancee off.

"It's hot."

"What?!" Sarada wrenched her hand back and her thin lips curled into a vicious scowl.

"The weather, Sarada. It's roasting and you want her to, what, wear a parka?" Bolt knew he shouldn't be saying this. He knew but it came from him without consideration for his fiancee's feelings.

"I don't want her to wear a winter coat, Bolt…!" She was hissing now, casting a momentary glance around the restaurant. "I'm just saying that she shouldn't be letting it all out where anyone could see!"

"Who is anyone? There was barely anyone at that section of the beach? And we don't even know any of these people!" Bolt was growing exasperated.

"I don't know! Fucking anyone! God, I can't believe you're acting like this!"

"I'm acting weird?!" He scoffed. "Oh, right, sorry let me support you, precious. Hey Mom, I just thought I'd let you know that my fiancee is pissed off that you've got F cups and wants you to wear a nun's gown tomorrow!"

"How do you even know that?!" She was shouting now, and there were more than a few people staring at them. "Bolt, I mean, what the actual fuck?"

"I-I…" He stuttered for a moment and Sarada latched onto it.

"You what? Don't you see how weird that is?" The slim girl seemed primed to attack this point and he knew he had little comeback. He just knew and had confirmed it when those massive jugs were in his hands but he could hardly admit that. If she pushed him, he wasn't sure what he could say. "It's because of her, isn't it?"

Thank fuck. Bolt cheered inwardly but hid it from his face.

"I know we kept things secret because of our friends but you were cautious around your Mom too. Was this why?" The blonde teen almost flinched as Sarada was remarkably close to the truth. "I mean- fuck. That thing in the store this morning, Bolt, that's not normal!"

"She's looking out for me, Sarada." Bolt retracted his hands from the table fully and his tone turned cold. This was a side to his fiancee he'd never seen before.

"Condoms Bolt…!? In what world is buying you XL condoms and telling me that she likes the taste of cock-"

"That's enough Sarada." He silenced her authoritatively. The teen had been patient and waited but this had degenerated into a direct assault on his mom.

"...Bolt…" She sat paralyzed as he stood and requested the bill. "I'm sorry… I just-"

"Sarada. I understand." He took a deep breath. She was jealous, horribly twistedly jealous. "You're nervous."

"..." She remained quiet.

"We just told my parents about this a day ago and now you're stuck with them, only a hallway away for the next two weeks. It's a lot because you're seeing all the sides of my family that we avoided before."

She was angry and annoyed about the way his mom looked and envious of the attention he gave Hinata now they were all in the same vicinity. Bolt might have felt guilty about making her feel that way if not for the fact Sarada's had turned so bitchy about it. But as things stood, he pushed back at her with ice in his veins.

"It's normal."

"Y-Yeah, I think-" She tried to agree, seeing the cold blue of his eyes but Bolt hadn't finished.

"I want you to tell me these things, I want to know them, but I won't let you take it out on my Mom. Not when she's done nothing wrong."

The bill arrived and, with everything paid up, the teen offered his hand tersely.

"Now, let's go."

~oOo~

Hinata recoiled from the reeking, toothless old man as he giggled and slapped the table.

"Hahaaha!" Naruto laughed like a buffoon next to her, submissively leaning over to pour another drink. "That's a funny story Kenshin."

The navy-haired bombshell leaned back a little, arching her back and caught the alcohol steeped old man staring at her chest, before she eased up and returned to a perfectly straight, seated position. Sat around the table, the four of them had finished their meals and it was now time for the 'funny story' portion of the work night.

Hinata had been to hundreds of these. Events where, with the conclusion of eating, the most moronic and juvenile of the group would launch into tales of some niche way they'd ripped off a customer and then rest would laugh before delving into their own stories.

"Well, if you can believe it, there was this one…" The VIP began next, with Naruto attending to her drink and Hinata switched off internally. She smiled with her eyes and thought about the decor of the room, the fairly nice gin she was getting to drink for free and then the hotel room. Bolt would probably like their first night here.

Hinata brushed her hair back and took another sip of her drink while the crowd erupted in faux laughter. She looked over to her husband and cringed at his bare faced acting. Naruto was not a man who enjoyed these stories, at least, she'd never heard him tell one around their friends. Yet, here he was, chuckling and commenting about the latest client. It wasn't as if they needed the money and yet here he was, prostrating himself for these people.

She'd grown tired of these events quickly and now her strategy remained to feign illness around an hour in. An hour that Naruto expected her to show up for still. He didn't even ask anymore, no he just assumed she'd be coming. It seemed that the VIP's guest was also soon bored though as he began leering openly at her.

The sage green dress Hinata had chosen hugged her stomach and hoisted her chest very flatteringly such that, even though she showed no cleavage at all, the creepy man was obsessed. She ignored him as best as she could but soon the VIP noticed it too and began to scowl.

Perfect.

It was the trifecta of bullshit she hated. A creepy perving on her, a pruny hag judging her and a loser by her side unable to sense either problem.

"What was your name again, beautiful?" The old man lurched forwards and brushed her hand.

"Hinata." She replied tersely before looking at Naruto.

"Right, lovely, lovely name…" His wrinkled hands stroked her and Hinata pulled away with a frown.

"Spoiled a little with that expression." The woman tried to insult her, earning a passive look that obviously made her uncomfortable.

"..." Naruto remained completely silent and the creep took that as a chance to continue his advance.

"You know, me and Ohara really are enjoying our first day but this has been the highlight so far…" He grinned at her, sending a shiver of disgust through her. He glanced at her husband, their eyes locked and then Naruto looked away, talking to the VIP as the man's hand dropped below the table and reached across to brush her thigh.

Pathetic.

Hinata shifted back a little and then snapped.

"I can assure you that there's plenty to do here in the next two weeks and you don't want to find it cut short." The pale-eyed beauty stared down the old man. "Do you?"

"..." Momentary tension set in and though she was comfortable with it, Naruto jumped in, always desperate to please and cut through it.

"Well, I mean there are a lot of sights to see here, Kenshin!" Naruto chuckled awkwardly, pouring another drink and raising his glass for all of them to cheers.

"I'm sure there will be better company at least…" The wrinkled woman, doused in far too much makeup, tried to cut at her while the man drank heavily and then shuffled closer to the table, searching for Hinata's leg once more.

"So, Hinata, what is it you do?" Before even waiting for her to feign a reply, he continued. "I've got a secretary position available and I think you'd be just…"

He stared openly at her lips and then her chest.

"Big."

"I think you mean perfect." Hinata rolled her eyes. The fool wasn't even able to pretend to be cool about his attraction. He was drooling, filling his glass up once more with his own gaping mouth and in doing so disgusting her.

"..." Naruto was of course silent.

"I think Naruto's wife would be a little too high maintenance for a job like that, right?" The woman addressed her. "I bet you don't like to get down and dirty and prefer to just… lie there."

Hinata damn near laughed.

"Actually, I'm more than happy to. I just have high standards." The room turned silent at that and they watched as Hinata took a small final sip of her gin. The clock ticked to the hour mark and she was done.

"Okay, I'm not feeling great…" Hinata pulled back and stood. It hardly bothered her to have another degenerate lusting after her, or to have a bitch try to put her down but she wouldn't stick around for it if there was nothing for her in being there. No, she would head back to the deliciously soft, comfortable bed waiting for her and she'd relax there. Maybe she'd visit the sauna or jacuzzi. "I'm going to head to bed, honey…"

"Oh, yeah, no that's fine Hinata." He didn't bother getting up, his hands busy holding the drink for the client. "I'll catch up with you later…"

"I'll tell Bolt you said goodnight." She turned and smirked as the group were suddenly discussing her and no doubt staring at her ass. She'd tell Bolt alright, and she'd make sure they had a good, good night indeed.

~oOo~

"Bolt, I'm sorry babe… Can you please-" Sarada begged again as they entered the hotel room. "Please stop…"

Her hands grabbed hold of him and tugged in an attempt to get him to stop but Bolt pressed on until he'd kicked off his shoes and pulled his shirt off.

"Come on, I said I was sorry…" Bolt took a breath and then sat at the edge of the plush bed. Sarada instantly came to him, sitting on his thigh and cupping his face in her hands. "Bolt…"

"... okay." The teen relented and she immediately kissed him, happily pulling back with a smile on her lips again. "Let's just forget about it."

"That's all I want…" She sighed.

"I'll ask my mom to tone it down a bit tomorrow…"

"Oh, babe, that… that would be amazing…!" She wrapped her arms around him and gave him a slow, deep kiss. Bolt reciprocated with an arm around her dainty waist and one on her leg. "I love you…"

He found it hard to say anything back and chose instead to kiss her more hungrily. The feelings of frustration and annoyance morphed into feral hunger and she began to stroke his chest and shoulders.

"Let me show you how sorry I am…" Sarada stood and slipped out of her fluttery blouse and skirt, standing in front of him in only a set of lingerie and then she straddled him. "Let me show you in this amazing, romantic hotel room what the rest of our lives are going to be like…"

"No." Sarada flinched at his tone, her eyes seeming so hurt for a moment but then turning bright as he gripped her and threw her down onto the bed. "Take off your panties for me…"

~oOo~

Hinata bit her bottom lip as she pulled away from the hotel door, her body reacting heavily to her stud son's words. Even as she knew he was about to give a hardcore dicking to the little bitch, she could only be turned on by his dominance. Words she hadn't uttered since being a teen were flooding back to her and she wondered how he'd react to her using them.

How hard he'd fuck her if she whispered them into his ear.

Glancing around, Hinata appreciated that it was late, around 10 but she couldn't be seen eavesdropping. Instead, she felt a devilish idea come to her mind, feeling, rather knowing, that the type of sex Sarada was about to get would be too much for the little girl. As her son likely began pounding his fiancee, Hinata retreated to her hotel room and began choosing out the sluttiest nightgown she could and sent a ruthless text.

Hope you had a better night than I did…

~oOo~

Bolt kicked off his jeans and pulled his cock out of its confines to the gentle moans of his girlfriend. She lay on his bed, her legs parted and showing off the subtle sheen of her sex.

"Do you think I can take it all this time?" Her words set him off a little and Bolt moved to get on top of her, letting his cock slap haphazardly across her legs and then her stomach.

"You want to be a good girl, don't you?" Bolt encouraged her, stroking her cheek as he kept himself above her body with one arm.

"Hmm yes, I'll try…" She moaned at his touch, pushing her cheek out to get more from him. "I'm sorry about earlier…"

"Just sorry?" Bolt shifted his hips, sawing his rigid pole against her soft skin, in anticipation of what he'd taught her.

"Really sorry, Daddy." She whimpered hotly and Bolt was soon between her legs, eating her out like a madman. Her hips wrigled, her legs wrapped around him and her hands fell to his head as she held on in desperation while he abused her pussy with his tongue.

"Hmmm, yess…." She cooed, pushing her bare cunt into his mouth as he continued to suck and lick. Her clit bumped against his nose and she tightened up everytime it did so he made sure to do it more than it occurred normally by adjusting his position. He didn't bother going any lower, knowing that she was averse to it, and instead began kissing her inner thighs when she would get too close to release.

"Put it in me, I can't wait anymore…" She cried, her legs flailing a bit as he pulled back from her slippery pink hole again. The teen looked up at his red-faced partner and nodded. She was soaking wet and he knew that there was something more animal in him tonight, something dark that wanted to expose itself and almost had when he threw her onto the bed.

The anger at her, the hunger to satisfy his cock and the brutal blue balls all that teasing with Hinata had caused him. He would usually go a bit longer, maybe let her cum once but the teen wanted his own climax and she was asking him to after all. With a masked grin, the blonde pulled her legs apart and positioned himself between her.

She wasn't able to take all of him but with the familiarity they shared, he knew she could work her way to six inches. He started out wanting to do that but a flash of huge, jiggling ass hit him and the teen buried four inches inside of her immediately.

"Ahh!" Sarada flinched, recoiling back a bit, but not entirely.

"Shit, sorry, Sarada…" He pulled back a bit, until only his swollen cockhead was inside of her hot, wet hole and her face settled.

"Okay…" She crumpled the sheets in her fists and Bolt began to saw more of his meat inside of her. Normally, he'd had to be much more careful, kissing and holding her encouragingly but then another image of massive, perfect tits and suckable nipples hit him. Three inches, then four and finally five she managed by loosening her insides.

"Ohhhh myyy~~!" She screamed as Bolt found a firm rhythm, lying as still as she could and letting him fuck her like a sleeve. "Ahh~!"

"Ugh…" Bolt groaned as he rocked her back and forth, creaking their bed and turning her into a sweaty, broken mess. The only times she actively clenched and squeezed him were when she experienced one of her numerous orgasms. All the while, Bolt grew more frustrated.

"Turn over!" He commanded, grabbing her legs and flipping her almost violently before slamming six inches inside of her.

"Ahh! Bolt! Wait!" She cried but he continued on, knowing she could handle him to this extent although not for very long.

"Shhh, Sarada…" He quietened her, thrusting voraciously and pounding her little pussy harder than he'd ever done before. She just needed to hold on for ten minutes. Ten minutes of rough, hard fucking and he'd be able to put tonight behind them. He'd be able to shake the image and feel of his mom's filthy body. Bolt reached up her back, gripping her hair for a second before her hand rested ontop of his. Telling him no. The teen responded by moving to her shoulder and holding her up, angling her pussy on her behalf so he could crash against the depths of her pussy again and again.

"Ohh my god…" She whimpered erotically as he plowed her.

"You like that, baby girl? You like that big dick so deep in you?" He smirked arrogantly, his muscles unleashing their true potential for the first time in a long time as she managed to take a seventh inch. With it, her lack of effort made no difference as he was stretching her out so much, it was as if she was gripping him hard.

"Oh…." She couldn't even speak, his hips slapping against hers with every animal thrust. "Please… Please…"

"Beg me more… You want me to fuck you even harder?" He slapped her small ass and she yelped but it was clear she was losing consciousness.

"Please…" 'Okay, she was about to give in. Overwhelmed by him trying even a little, okay. It was shit but he could deal with it. As long as she gave him something. She was about to say it, words that he thought might at least let him cum before she passed out and robbed him of his own satisfaction. Just a few words. She could do it. She had to. "I can't… I can't Bolt, stop…"

"..." He was forced to slow his rampaging attack, and eventually Sarada edged away such that his angry, hungry shaft slipped from her grip and was exposed to the relative cold of the hotel room. She's cum again, one last time, her pink hole gaping and clenching in the open air. Sarada then lay there a satisfied woman, having cum multiple times, quivering in delight while he stood a mass of pulsating muscles. He was forced to try through gritted teeth.

"I'll go slower…"

"No babe, god, I can't go anymore." She mumbled sleepily, nuzzling the pillow and pulling her legs together in a resolute fashion. As he stared down at her perky, naked body and then his iron rod, the teen couldn't help but imagine her.

Hinata.

She'd be able to take it. Her lewd, thick body would take the pounding he wanted to give. Her fat ass would absorb ever thrust with an erotic jiggle, her F cups would cushion every blow and she'd moan in euphoria. Then she'd beg for more. It was wrong though. He knew that. As much as it would be an amazing, depraved experience, he knew that he shouldn't. Not with his fiancee so close.

While Bolt remained still, his body overheated and overexcited, his partner began to snore softly. He hated snoring. The blonde pulled back and caught sight of his reflection, he lifted his phone and as if she knew, as if it was supposed to happen.

A text.

Hope you had a better night than I did…

It was all her fault.

Before he knew it, he threw on a thin dressing robe and was walking with a sole destination in mind.