kushina

Kushina knew what it was like, being an Uzumaki teenager driven by Uzumaki hormones. That was why she wasn't especially upset when the wadded-up panties rolled out from Naruto's bedsheets when on laundry day. Zealous and irresponsible boy that he was, he didn't have time to grab the sheets himself and dispose of evidence of his introduction to manhood.

 Sakura-chan? Or maybe Hinata-chan. Kushina wouldn't say that he was especially popular like Mikoto's boy, but when his boyish charm had time to sink in, he could turn heads from Sasuke-chan.

 Kushina did away with the cum-stained panties, burying it in a cocoon of toilet paper and tossed it in the outside trash. Naruto can believe he just lost it in his clutter. She wouldn't say a word about it to him, letting him keep some semblance of privacy.

 When did he sneak them in? Naruto had always been the sneaky type, but this was on a whole other level. Unless he did the deed elsewhere and took the panties as a drenched prize, he must have really improved on his prowling.

 The second time she found panties in his room – once again, forgotten amongst crumbled covers – she was alarmed. "Again?" She pinched the panties at the edge. Having never found a used tissue balled up carelessly in his room, it shocked her that he was harboring girls to his bed with hard evidence left out.

 She was prepared to confront it, to figure out which girl was so easily seduced and go to the mother. She would look forward to running her mouth off at Mebuki and tell her to better watch her girl. Not that she disliked Sakura-chan; truthfully, she imagined a granddaughter from her would be quite adorable. Marching on the Hyuga property, however, to scold the stone-faced patriarch about his philandering daughter may prove a bit more uncomfortable, if Hinata-chan was the one her Naruto took to bed. Konoha bent over backward for its noble families, after all.

 Yet all her expectations ceased when she encountered something she hadn't expected. Black panties weren't entirely uncommon, but there was no mistaking that red dot on the back of them as they unfolded. The insignia of the Land of Whirlpools, heavily blotched with her son's semen. These were her panties! Stolen from her drawer! She had thought that the amount of underwear was decreasing, but dismissed it as her imagination. Who counted their underwear after all?

 "He's been using my underwear?" She was more mortified than upset. He did have his options, after all. Personally, when she needed relief, she displaced herself as far as she could from familial familiarities to reach climax. But the Uzumaki had deep roots in incestual practices. It had been warned to her, before coming to Konoha, that her first bedding might come from a cousin, uncle, or even her father. It was perhaps a major factor that played in her choice to accept Konoha as her new home; family had started looking at her with more interest than when she was younger.

 Konoha wasn't known for such practices. Uzumaki had moments of heady lusts that she called the 'Uzumaki Heat'. Hyuga married cousins to each other only for purity, but that was all she could recount in terms of incestual practices in Konoha. But perhaps, behind closed doors, there was another family who could very well know the struggles of sexual frenzy.

 Kushina was not thrilled by the notion, but had to seek out advice…

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 "Naruto is of the age," Tsume mused with little interest, staring with a small sneer at the tea. She preferred stronger stuff; coffee or alcohol. But this was a friendly visit, and she could not impose on tradition. "And if the Uzumaki truly follow the call of the urge – as the Inuzuka do – it's not surprisingly that he has an interest." She drank and made a sour face to the taste. She was not delicate, not accustomed to the niceties of teatime.

 Across from her, Kushina was stiff and awkward-faced. Don't force yourself to drink it… But she switched onto Tsume's information. "You-you mean this doeshappen?"

 Tsume set her cup down and pushed it away to lean on the worn-down table in the Inuzuka's dining room. "The Inuzuka meet their hormonal stage sooner than others, and we act on it. Pent-up, we become sloppy at work."

 Kushina drew back, blushing profusely, and let the feral woman go on.

 "It's a good thing to know about," Tsume assured her, noticing the shock resonating in her guest's gaze. "Or… it's better that you caught on before it was too late."

 "What's that mean?"

 "A man… or boy, pent up with desire, can do strange and drastic things. Kiba was very much the same."

 "Kiba-chan?"

 Tsume nodded. "He was fortunate to have me and his sister."

 At once, as if on call, there was a heavy thud in the room above them, followed by a masculine, feral grunt and a feminine "Hold on! Not so fast, Kiba!" The sound of sibling rutting ensued after that, the walls banging as the younger brother rode his begrudging but willing sister.

 Kushina sat stiff and wide-eyed, unsure if she could believe this situation. And more than that, Tsume remained cool and aloof to the obvious sin taking place in her home. "The males grow stupid and careless if they do not get what they want." Her clawed hand stretched halfway across the table, and her fang winked from between her crimson lips. "If you'd prefer, you can let Naruto spend some time here."

 Kushina's throat clutched while Kiba howled in relief.

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 No way!

 Kushina was powerwalking down the way to her home, all angled shoulders and arms.

 No way, alright! I am not sending Naruto over to… to her! Nothing against Tsume on a personal level, but being given that offer… It somehow twisted her heart and gut, caused a strange heat that prickled the hairs on the back of her neck. She needed to get out of there! Not only because Kiba-chan had started to beg his sister for another romp, but because she did not want Tsume to try to entice her!

 And how embarrassing it was, not just for herself, but for her precious Naruto! Now the Inuzuka – or at least Tsume – was aware that Naruto was feeling stirrings that he could not control, explain, or rationalize! Not that Kushina had time to ask since finding her wadded-up, cum-stained panties in his room…

 He might be home now! she suddenly realized. He could be…! Last time her panty drawer was raided was by Jiraiya-sensei! Would she find her drawer turned inside out, now that Naruto had the prolonged privacy to sift and pick a favorite? Not that she had an opportunity to wear them on a special occasion, but she did own a provocative set of purity-white lace, transparent enough to tease her womanhood, and only wide enough in the back to chase the crevice of her backside. Without Minato, though, she had purchased it with only the feel in mind. Well, she added vainly and with a sly grin,  they look pretty good on me, alright? It came with matching garter, stockings, and a breast-coddling bra that shoved them up and plumped out her cleavage. She nearly fell in lustful love with herself when she saw herself standing in the display mirror in the changing room, and loved herself eagerly that night, squirting as she hadn't since Minato! It was good to have Naruto out of the house that night, far from earshot of her squeal of delight as her hips leapt up from the bed and the stream shot from puffy lips to the floor beyond the foot of the bed.

 She shook her head violently, her mind getting lost in her own fantasy. It wasn't the time to get her legs quivering and her heat stirring, for it took very little to rocket her to sexual frenzy. And she was trying to get home to prevent her son from behaving badly! She nearly went to her shinobi basic training and leapt skyward to travel by rooftop, but remembered well Mikoto's words. A proper lady doesn't rush things, she had said mildly at first. Then added, a bit more wisely, And men will look up your dress if you jump over their heads.

 "Feh! Screw that, alright!" Up she went, carried by chakra propulsion, strong legs, and tremendous will. Any harder of a kickoff would have left a solid and deep footprint in the road. She sped over the rooftops, and a journey that would take about ten minutes sprinting was cleared in two. Her haste certainly provided opportunities to get that fruitful peek up her flapping dress – particularly on descents, when the updrafts turned her modest dress into a parachute – but she was confident that her speed surpassed the reaction time of those ambling around the village.

 Good thing the apartment wasn't locked; her tempered grip would have snapped it in a turn. "Don't you dare…!" she screamed drastically when she flung herself into the home, assuming that Naruto was already doing some panty pilfering.

 Instead, as she saw midsentence, he was propped at the small, round dinner table, halfway to pouring the steamy kettle into the cup-o-ramen. Chopsticks and egg timer were ceremoniously set to the side for the hallowed meal.

 Kushina felt a wash of relief that he wasn't about to dive into one of her panties. It was a fleeting relief, as she forbade Naruto from gorging on cup-o-ramen, ridding him of his stash, to work in healthier foods. "Stupid!" She punished him with a downward knock to his head. "I said no more cup-o-ramen, alright!!" With the same offending hand, she snatched the kettle from him and took it to the sink to scour the leftover dishes from last night.

 Rearing his head, coddling the fast-formed bump, Naruto stared at his mom pleadingly. "I don't eat them as much as I used to. This is my first one in a while."

 Kushina turned swiftly from the rising billow of wasted water, giving him one of those mother stares meant to frighten the truth out of liars.

 Naruto, still unimmune to the look, was made to look off to the right to lessen the gravity of her accusatory glare. "I," he hesitantly began under a swift sweat, "might have had some at Choji's a few days ago…"

 The stare persisted to dig deeper.

 "… and Kiba's yesterday… twice."

 THWACK!!

 "Ow! That hurt, alright!"

 "Not as bad as your hurt my Mother's Pride, alright!"

 Naruto continued to rub where her righteous fist of fury clobbered his head. All in all, he'd had worse from Sakura, but Kushina's blows were backed by love. That certainly had gravity when she doled out retribution. It was fair, maybe; she'd been obsessed to play the role of doting mother. He gave a mumbled but sincere apology; he did not promise it wouldn't happen again. Sometimes, he just couldn't help himself…

 And thankfully, Kushina was quick to forgive. She was just violent by nature, but when the men in her life – first Minato, now Naruto – put on those adorable, sheepish faces after she had her usual outbursts, she'd turn to a gushing schoolgirl, cheeks blooming red and a giddy smile on her face. "Now, now," she fawned over her son, waving her hand disarmingly while coddling her warm face, "no need for that. I just don't want you to eat ramen anymore." She switched to commando mode, now strong and rolling up the sleeve of her fist-cocked arm. "Not when you have a mother who'll make your favorite dish any time of day, alright?!"

 But my favorite dish is ramen. Naruto swallowed those words and refused to let them ever escape his mouth in her presence. Others in the Village could tolerate his smartass behavior, but a doting mother also wanted the best behavior of her children!

 Switching topics when his mom heading into the kitchen, he asked, "Where were you, anyway?" He had guessed that she had gone out shopping, which normally took longer than it took him to enjoy a cup-o-ramen, hence his audacity to pull one out from his secret stash.

 It was as if Kushina had forgotten all about the edge earlier, but had it all swing back around and knock into her skull again. If you'd prefer, echoed Tsume's voice in the back of her head, you could let Naruto spend some time here. The bristling feeling shot up Kushina's spine in a hot flash.

 "Oh, I was talking to Tsume-san," she answered cheerily and honestly, giving a bright smile to her son. It might have been stupid to be honest now. Her Naruto was friends – or rivals, depending on the timing – with Kiba-chan. If, for whatever reason, they discussed what Kushina was doing there… She'd heard the rutting of Tsume's children upstairs, and if he was made aware of her presence, would embarrassment make him defensive against the Uzumakis? Would he be able to tell Naruto what kind of advice Kushina was seeking from the primal clan and put an uncomfortable wedge between the reunited mother and son?

 Kushina, against the regular impulse to hit the problem until it bled, chose to give Kiba-chan the benefit of the doubt. And going through my underwear, Naruto has no right to get mad what I do, she said in the back of her mind.

 "How about we go to the hot springs?" she said hastily, before she could think better of it. She was just desperate to switch the topic from her morning – from the intimate meeting with Tsume-san and earlier still when she uncovered the gobs of cum strung through her panties. And, of course, she was very fond of the Konoha hot springs – the co-ed ones too, when she would go with Minato – and knew that her boy shared that keenness.

 When she looked at him for a reaction to her suggestion, she felt her heart lodge in her throat. Naruto was looking at her, and at the same time, he looking further than her, and she realized her mistake. He had deliberately taken her panties and chose them to… unload. Stupid!she called herself abruptly. The hot springs would be the perfect chance for him to…

 "Heh!" Naruto pulled himself to check, his ears red though he tried an aloof pose to seem innocent and coy. Kushina knew better than to trust that pose, as she was the sneaky, mischievous one in her marriage. "That sounds like a good idea, Mom! I don't have time right now, though." He brought his thumb out in front of him, poking toward his arrogant grin. "I promised to give Konohamaru and his friends some training to become a great ninja!"

 Kushina had seen only some of what Naruto taught the Third's grandson. So much wobbling, and Boing~Boing! and sqkwee~♥. She might've thought that Naruto had corrupted the youth if Sarutobi Hiruzen was not a closeted lecher himself. And why do all the girls have to have such big chests, she complained in her head, doing her best not to look down and say that her own bust was a bounty itself.

 "But before that." Naruto chuckled and slid back into the seat at the table, grinning ear to ear. "You promised food!"

 He certainly had a forgivable appeal; she gave him that, an inheritance from his father. She returned the smile, albeit with a bit more edge than the plush cheeriness on Naruto's face. "I should let you starve for teaching Konohamaru-chan such dirty techniques…" Then she whipped around with a frying pan in one hand and a spatula held out like a scepter in the other. "But what kind of mother would I be if I let my son outside with a growling stomach?!"

 He uses my panties…

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 The meal was abundant, and Naruto made the obvious joke that the Akimichi could not eat as much as she made. But Kushina insisted that a boy his age, who was a Jinchuriki, needed to eat plentifully. "Or the Fox will try to take over! It's not your stomach growling, it's the Fox, alright!" Her animosity toward Kurama did create some friction, but she had been saddled with the Kyubi under different circumstances. It was all planned, and she had to live resenting the Fox before it became part of her and ultimately ruined their lives.

 Well, it was somewhat put back right in small ways. Maybe a little, each day, Naruto could sway her to start trusting Kurama as he did.

 Filling up on rice, vegetables and fish – as the Land of Eddies was partial to seafood nutrition – Naruto stuffed the corner of some leftover toast in his mouth and said a farewell before darting the other way through the apartment, not through the front door. "Where do you think you're going?" she fumed, not able to get up from the table in time to catch him. "Stop going out through the bedroom window, alright!"

 She was scary when mad, but Naruto lovedtesting the wrath of a mother. He laughed as he lunged into the air outside, and finished his toast before switching on his Kyubi cloak – the simple first stage – and vanishing towards the Forest of Death where he'd train Konohamaru about balancing the ratio of tits to ass.

 "Can't I just make them huge?!" Konoahamaru exclaimed, waving his arms out to the side. "I have the supple stage down! I can just keep making them bigger and bigger! Bigger than the Fifth's, darnit!"

 Naruto tsked like a master, shaking his head back and forth with a pretentious little smile and his arms crossed. Afterward, he held up a finger and said, "I learned from the greatest pervert in all the Five Lands, Konohamaru! Size is everything, but it must also be kept in check so it doesn't break the illusion." He bowed down to Konohamaru's level, placing a hand on his shoulder while the other waved out in front of them as if to paint the vision. "Imagine a woman with those giant boobs, walking right this way. Yeah, at first you'd look at them and might even like them and think about how heavy and soft they are…" Then the hand came back and turned into a fist, trembling with emotion not unlike Rock Lee or Might Guy's method of passion. "But then you start thinking how ridiculous they look on her, and the sexiness loses its ground to logic." Naruto's blue eyes stared deep into Konohamaru's dark ones. "Even small breasts can be attractive."

 To this, Konohamaru had to take out his trusty notepad and jot down this wisdom. "Nii-chan is so wise," he muttered in reverence while writing, and then looked up with a smart grin. "Smaller isn't always bad! Just like Nii-chan's mom!"

 While taken aback at first, Naruto's retort was to clobber his protégé across the noggin. "Don't look at my mom's boobs, alright!"

 "Ow! Alright, darnit!"

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 The plate broke. Normally, when someone was washing dishes in a daze, the plates would drop from idle hands. But for a Red-Hot Habanero, a tense mind meant tense hands, and her hands were made to pulverize. "Dammit!" she exclaimed, and angrily threw the halved shards in the trash.

 Why did she do it?! Why did she have to think of the hot springs?! What better place to rile a boy's blood than a place where nudity was required?! It could only have been worse if she instead suggested one of Jiraiya-sensei's old hangouts, where she'd be required to where scanty, provocative outfits, flirting and bending deep to show off her cleavage while filling Naruto's saucer cup with alcohol.

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 Kushina pulled up tight in defense against the image forming in her mind! No, that was all wrong! All wrong, alright! She shouldn't think of Naruto licking his lips while ogling her like that! She shouldn't think of provoking him to lust after every inch she teased him with! And she shouldn't think of serving him alcohol!

 She shouted out loud and scrambled her hair with her clutching hands. "Get out of my head, alright!" She chose to start cleaning; therapeutic cleaning, attacking clutter and dust with a vengeance, dusting mats and comforters out the window with raging shouts that made passersby hurry along and children duck for cover. She scrubbed the bathrooms, ran back and forth down the hall with a rag on the floor until the floorboards shown and sparkled, and dusted her room three times over before she felt she could do no more… except Naruto's room.

 She stood outside his door, and her flare had dwindled to a shy ember. She tightened her lips, muffling a sound like a whimper. It wasn't lost on her that she was just in there this morning, discovering the thing that caused all this flustered behavior. She had left the panties in his room where she had found them, not wanting to risk the awkwardness of Naruto finding out that she had found out. So that left her with the dilemma of whether or not she should try to go in and finish cleaning the room. What if she saw it again and did something irrational and destructive?

 She gulped, and like a little schoolgirl, scamper shyly to busy herself with something else. There was a good while of aimless ambling throughout the house. She could have gone out for some light gossip amongst the mothers of Konoha, but after her visit to Tsume-san, she wasn't feeling entirely up for that. So… she set out for the only thing that could comfort her…

 "One bowl of Ichiraku's famous salt ramen for our best customer family!" Teuchi cheered as he set the meal down in front of the sulking redhead sitting at his counter in shame.

 She looked up at him from the bowl of splendid guilt and hypocrisy set in front of her. "Don't tell Naruto, alright?"

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 Kushina ate more than she should have. She knew that by the third bowl, but still wanted to raise the stack of bowls higher next to her. A drunkard did not stumble as much as she did when she turned around and slurred that she needed to get ready for the hot springs.

 Stupid! That was stupid, alright!

 Naruto was home before her, already set up to visit the hot springs, eager and edgy at once. Kushina couldn't let him see her as anything but excited for some mother/son bonding. She swallowed as discretely as she could and cheered, "Let's go!"

 As mother and son, they seemed pretty normal walking down the dirt roads. Shikamaru and Yoshino, Kiba and Tsume; they were not so different. Kushina led, holding her toiletry basket ahead of her with both hands, and Naruto held his under one arm. They carried on light conversation, though she prodded heavily on what he taught poor Konohamaru-chan today. Naruto just laughed awkwardly, scratching his cheek innocently and saying that they focused on Rasengan rotation. Really, they focused on swapping theories on how big Ino's breasts were or how big Sakura-chan's would get and then employing these to the Sexy Ninjutsu.

 "Stop teaching him to be a pervert!" Kushina roared back at him, knowing better than to take a trickster at his word.

 They arrived at the hot springs, and the attendant was accommodating with a saleswoman smile. "It's nice to see the Hero of Konoha giving us continued patronage," she said with a modest incline, and then did the same to Kushina. "And to bring his honored mother."

 Kushina feigned a laugh, but her ego was hurt that she wasn't announced as more than just his mother. She had a legendary reputation herself, as more than just a Jinchuriki or the Fourth's wife. The Red-Hot Habanero title had not been usurped in all these years!

 Naruto, acting gentlemanly, let Kushina take the lead again; she hoped he wasn't slobbering. Mixed baths were on the other side, away from the natural springs dug into the ground. They were smaller, more intimate, meant to strengthen the comradery of its occupants, though there were still two changing rooms for privacy. When Kushina slid the door closed behind her, she realized that she had been holding her breath since walking down the hallway. And she was flushed! It was hot! So hot in here! She fanned herself until she remembered she was meant to undress. Just quick! Don't even think about it! The practice of undressing for a shower was a botched mission when so utterly flustered. She tried not to let her mind roam and thought only of each zipper, one by one – though there was only one – and untying the knot behind her dress. Quick, quick! she told herself over and over after skimping off her undergarments and stashing them at the bottom of the basket and placing a handful of bells she had pirated in inside her toiletry kit. It'd ring the alarms if anyone – her lips tightened – tried to sneak away her panties.

 She surveyed the bathing area. No surprise, her son was already rinsing at the shower, getting a good lather and washing it away quickly. He was just fluffing up his hair with suds when he noticed her and waved enthused at her. Only her head was poking out; she was like a turtle only peering around for safety, and would be quick to duck back inside its sanctuary. "I'm almost done," he told her.

 She waved back, meekly, and laughed, meekly. "Okay, I'll be there in a moment, alright," she said like Hinata would. She hoped it was her imagination that Naruto's eyes scouted her. She pulled the loose towel tighter to her bosoms and considered opting for modesty over convenience.

 Not another glance her way; Kushina was glad – but a little offended – about that, though she wished he would not charge across the wet floor and leap into the bath like it was a pool. He surfaced and exhaled gratefully for the sensation. Particularly after relocating and reconstructing the bathhouse – courtesy of the Akatsuki attack – the intersexual bath was off limits to single visits. "That excludes Shadow Clones," the other, male attendant snapped when Naruto tried this smartass move.

 But now, he thought, looking sidelong across the room to where his mom conservatively tucked in at the rinsing area, I'm here with Mom.

 Trying to follow her son's example, Kushina hastened her bathing process, but she had always been so girly about it since Minato. She could get scuffed and scraped and wear dirt patches for days when practicing to be a ninja. But the moment Minato complimented her hair, bathing and soaping up had become such a serene process. It made her feel giddy to think of the compliments she'd get from the one she loved about her hair.

 But the one who complimented her now was…

 "I'll get your back."

 Naruto might've dumped ice-cold water on her to have her shriek and lunge so much in her own skin; it nearly threw Naruto back. He had already put the soapy rag against her skin, and she tingled from it. "That's—you don't need to do that for me, alright," she said shakily when she managed to bring her heart back down to her chest. "I should—it's a mother's job to do that."

 "It's fine," he chuckled back, scrubbing up and down. Once in a while, his fingertip would slip from behind the cloth and she'd feel him touch her skin. Just a slip. Only a slip…! She wasn't even in the water yet, but she was already atingle. Her toes curled on the heavy-blue tiles. Her breath shuddered. Her nipples, already stimulated by the open air, now puckered stubbornly and wanted more than just soft brushes from her concealing towel.

 The Uzumaki Heat. She dreaded it at that moment, more than before. Not because of other Uzumakis, but because of herself. She'd been swept up in that compulsive state of mind, acting irrationally and leading mild-mannered Minato to deviant behavior. Briefly, before she could rein her imagination in, she wondered how Naruto would react if she suddenly grabbed him by the wrists and took his hands to her breasts and asked what he thought of them. She stopped that fantasy cold before it could lead to hotter visions.

 Kushina shooed Naruto back to the bath after a minute, playing the part of a giggly, playful mother. "Let me rinse off, and I'll go in with you." She looked over her shoulder at him, and he nodded. He only held a cloth over his groin. She swallowed hard and turned back around.

 I could almost see it…

 So she rinsed, wishing she could clean her mind just as thoroughly, and then held her larger towel to her chest. She'd have to leave it when entering the water (common practice at a hot spring, indeed) and would be reliant on her hands and the mistiness of the water to protect her modesty. She couldn't just tell Naruto to look away when she entered. At least he didn't seem toointerested…

 Again, her eye ticked.

 But she slid in as smoothly as into her morning dress. One long, smooth leg, water up to her red-haired groin beneath her hand; then higher above her navel. She didn't mean to, but it felt so good, she had to moan. The involuntary sound caused her to blush and Naruto to laugh. "It's been a while," she said with a pout, tightening the arm around her bust, puffing her cleavage.

 The water was clean, but with its greenness obscuring the bodies within, she felt – after a while – safe letting her breasts go and actually relaxing. And for a good time, there was silence and peace.

 Naruto is of the age, Tsume's voice came through the stillness. She winced like she was having a bad dream. A man… or boy, pent up with desire, can do strange and drastic things. Kiba was very much the same. He was fortunate to have me and his sister.

 The thought triggered Kushina most of all. If Kiba was lucky to have a mom and a sister to help, was Naruto lucky to have her?

 "Naruto," she began abruptly, louder than intended; the volume startled the both of them. She grinned slyly at him. "Is there a special girl in your life?"

 "Huh?"

 "You know," she prodded, and then poked at him. "I know Sakura-chan interests you." Then she leaned harder at him to elbow his chest. He was solid. "And I've seen Hinata-chan looking at you."

 Naruto blushed, and then laughed with thick embarrassment. "Well, you know…! Ha!" He wasn't sure how to answer. It was true, his crush on Sakura-chan and that he was made aware of Hinata's feelings towards him. But to comment on it to his mom might put too much out there. So he finally said, "You know it's embarrassing to talk about this to my mom, alright."

 "No, it's not," pressed the redhead excitedly. Out of familiarity, she touched his leg… high on his leg… upper thigh. Near his crotch. It wasn't intentional at all, and Naruto didn't do more than flinch.

 Solid all the way down, she noted when she realized how intimately she was touching him. The mounting levity of their visit stopped and plummeted straight back down to silent discomfort. Their eyes met, Kushina's hand lingered, and it was a moment meant for a passionate kiss.

 Instead, they parted. She sat back at a comfortable distance, and he stared downward. If she had looked, really looked, peered through the misty water, she'd see his erection straining to the bath surface.

 The bath was not dragged out. Under thirty minutes, they were dressed, out, and back home. Neither was especially hungry, and Kushina decided to call it a night early. She dressed into her nightgown, called out a goodnight, and closed her door. It remained unlocked.

 For longer than an hour, she lied awake, tossing from one side to another. She shouldn't be here. She should be with Naruto, talking and discussing and forming a healthy bond; the kind that he needed. She should tell him of the Uzumaki Heat and learn how to channel it. It was only exacerbated by the dark influence of the Nine-Tails. And Tsume-san said that it was good to catch onto it before it was too late.

 Kushina screwed up her face and drew the blanket closer to her face. She was hearing Kiba-chan upstairs again, moaning and pleading for more from his sister.

 He was fortunate to have me and his sister.

 So Tsume-san helped too? So then… it was alright for her too, right?

 Kushina whimpered and rolled onto her back, covers kicked halfway down her body, arms strewn about her head and pillow, and her nipples still erect and tingling against her flowy gown. Maybe a visit to Tsume-san had done more harm than good…

 Running water in the bathroom; not the shower but the faucet. No toilet flush… Kushina arched an eyebrow, but the soft noise was gone soon and wasn't thought of anymore, not when Kushina was wondering what needed to be done with her son's kindled rowdiness.

 The doorhandle to her room suddenly turned… quietly. Kushina almost thought that she hadn't heard it at all until the door slowly opened. Naruto? She closed her eyes immediately and pretended to be asleep, if only to see what he wanted; she wasn't in a mood to talk.

 "Mom?" he whispered to her. Did he want something? Sounded more like he was testing to see if she was awake. He called her again, and she just turned slightly to continue the act.

 He stepped inside; she felt it. The air of her room moved around his silent stride. It was hard for her to maintain the breathing pattern of a sleeping person, especially when he came up right next to her. "Mom," he whispered again. He was leaning toward her slightly, looming over her. She was exposed, defenseless by his reckoning. He could touch her, feel her. Her nipples were stiff and pressing up against her thin gown, distinctive at the top of her breasts. He could look or even touch if he were confident enough that she was a deep sleeper. She should have kicked her blanket further down… because it was hot now. Naruto would have seen more of her lovely legs; legs up her dress, up to her…

 Her heart was racing. Uzumaki Heat, Uzumaki Heat. Irrational behavior. Pent-up men can do strange and drastic things. Naruto was fortunate to have her. She almost whimpered in anticipation. Was this it? Should she 'wake up' and see what he wanted? If she slept, what would he still do?

 There maintained a stillness that was so frustrating, but she dare not peek without allowing him all advantages; the time to reflect or muster the courage. But, with heart throbbing in her ears, the next thing she heard was her door closing. Was he closing it behind him after leaving… or did he shut it to contain sin? She granted him a minute before she lifted her head and looked.

 It was the former. He was gone. And she heard his bedroom door close.

 She exhaled loudly and dropped her head back onto her pillow. Despite the sudden end, that visit was… intense! She was fluttery, every bit of her twitching and tingling. Her nipples hurt now. They needed to be soothed. But when she rolled and put her legs together, she had more important matters to tend to.

 "Ah." She gasped, spreading her legs indecently, hiking up her nightgown to her hip. Her panties, fresh after dressing into her nightclothes, were saturated with her arousal. She could even smell the heady aroma when her thighs splayed open. While her mind was wracked with uncertainty and worry, her body was responding to Naruto's presence, resonating with his own lusts.

 She fell back again and whined. It'd been so long since she needed to touch herself! But her hands remembered the process. She first groped herself through her panties, then pushed them aside, and then took them off and threw them into her hamper when she needed to sink her fingers into her unsatisfied quim. She didn't even take the precaution of locking her door…

 In the hamper, where she threw her soaked panties, there was another pair under the first layer, discretely hidden; black with the Uzumaki insignia embroidered in the back, washed in the bathroom sink and smelling of regular hand soap, with all stains gone. The panties worn to the hot springs, worn all day, however, were taken to Naruto's bedroom.

Kushina woke up late in the morning, with a big, drooling smile. It was perhaps one of the best sleeps she'd had since coming back. She was on her back, not even on her pillows, not even lying properly on the bed. She was lying diagonally on the mattress, one leg crooked over the edge and arms thrown out to her sides. And her gown was pulled down, both her tits out and feeling good with handprints still red on them – she liked them mauled, though Minato was always nervous about being too rough with her. Her nipples throbbed, but her pussy the most. She shouldn't have let it get this bad. Since coming back to her son, she thought herself only a mother. She had the urge of a frisky wife, but she buried it beneath cleaning and cooking and caring for her too-long neglected son.

 But last night… was incredible. She had started with taking off her panties and plunging two fingers up her gooey snatch. So tight~ She reveled in it, knowing how Minato reacted when entering her. She curled her fingers, twisted them, and then added a third when she wanted more. And then she stopped… on the cusp of orgasm. This was dangerous, she knew. Tsume-san was right: pent-up desires could lead to dangerous thinking and decisions. Kushina had stopped the thought before it could manifest, but it was there regardless: there was someone down the hall with the right tool to satisfy her.

 No! No, alright! She just needed a different position to really draw out the pleasure. She flipped onto her front, left breast in left hand underneath her, and pushed her ass towards the ceiling, and then began to violate herself in earnest again.

 When they were younger, as friends/enemies, Mebuki had said to her that there were certain shops that sold toys for restless kunoichi. "I already have two," teenage Mebuki boasted, holding up the same number of fingers and winking. Kushina puffed out her cheeks, pouting and looking like a tomato, and then defended her budding and innocent romance with the Minato kid. She waited and kept Minato honest, but the Uzumaki Heat was on her… She at least needed to know him intimately. So after a night of getting into his home and sneaking her mouth under his blankets while he was sleeping – he awoke midway through and held her head in place when he started to spurt after first begging her to stop – they both consented to oral sex. 69 was her absolute favorite, putting her efforts to his cock against her own stamina. On top or on bottom, she loved it. Once, whilst in the preferred position, Kushina told him not to worry about her. "Just put it in my mouth like you're fucking me, alright," she gasped and opened her mouth. Minato, while having some reservations, committed to it, slanting his body against her face and trying to act on his body's instinct. He pushed his cock in her mouth like he was fucking her pussy, and she just took it without complaint. As instructed, he didn't touch her pussy; she did it for him, putting on a show of her hand petting and playing her wet cunt. And in fact, she came before him, squirting and giving a muffled squeal that vibrated around his prick. He came right after that, moaning out her name as she gulped down his thick load. No worry about being overwhelmed; she kept his balls pretty light.

 When they got married, it finally came down to fucking, hard and often, to the point where Minato actually couldn't go into his Hokage office because he was so worn out. And even on that day, Kushina didn't let him rest, though she said she would. "You just lie there and let me do all the work, alright." What jutsu did she weave to keep bringing his dick back up for her?!

 Last night, without her husband, she fingered her cunt with her ass in the air. She hadn't thought about it, just acted, and put herself in that prostrated position. But when she did think of it, she was fairly certain that this position with Minato led to the creation of Naruto. Her pinky and forefinger held outside at her vulva while her ring and middle fingers plunged in at her hungry pussy. A cock! I need a cock, alright! She bit into her bedsheets, frustrated by the unfulfilling substitution of fingers inside her instead of a man holding her lovely hips and drilling her like she needed it. As best as she could, while keeping in rhythm with the speedy tempo, she tried to hook her thumb into her clit and rub it.

 Please! Please! She needed it, her mind drugged by her heavy arousal. Her muscles began to spasm and come to tight knots. The walls of her cunt came down on her fingers to hold them in place. Please! Let the door open again, alright! She released her scream into the bed, but it still made a significant racket in the still apartment. Her thighs quaked violently and her drippy ecstasy streamed down their quivering insides or plopped down to a growing stain between her spread knees.

 After those heated throes, everything about her came untangled. Like she had been hoisted all this time by a string, and then that string snapped, she splayed out flat over the bed like a marionette; only her heavy heaving gave life to her form. She was elated and forlorn all at once. Fingers could only get her so far; there was still the after feeling, where she expected a man to instruct her into position before stretching her hungry hole. That wonderful bliss when a hard, thick pole wedged open her all the way to her cervix before pulling back and repeating the process with growing haste.

 Now, with the fantasy done, the sleep over, she stretched out as much as she could, toes and fingers reaching for opposite ends of the room before going limp. She had rested well after her self-inflicted orgasm, yet did not feel entirely restored. No, imitation and fantasy would never hold up to the real thing. There was always the option to use a Shadow Clone and a transformation to mimic Minato… She hated the idea. That would be more of a lie than mere imitation. In the end, the closest she would have to Minato was…

 "Naruto!"

 He barged in heedlessly, looking spry for the morning and forgetting the custom of knocking before entering a room in his home. Thank goodness she had not thrown off her nightie in her fits of restless passion last night! Still, though, the garment was stretched at places where her impatient hands tried to probe heated flesh underneath. In her splayed-open, indecent waking, she was exposed to his scrutiny. At once, she clutched the blanket to her form in one hand and pitched a pillow at him with the other. "Get out, alright!!"

 The pillow didn't really hurt, but Kushina had quite an arm to knock him back. Naruto profusely excused himself, red in the face as she backed out and left his mom to get ready and dressed.

ccc After dressing ccc

 Kushina was glowering at her son as they walked side-by-side; a blush was on her face as an awkward grin was on his own. How many times would he have to apologize for her to stop looking at him like that? She yanked on his ear when he asked her that very question. "You don't walk in on a lady like that, alright?!"

 "S-sorry," he chuckled when she let go of his ear. It wasn't that she couldn't get over it; it was that he didn't really seem apologetic about the incident, that he was secretly pleased to have caught his mom in an indecent manner in waking, and that made her continue to blush and pout like a schoolgirl whose crush had caught a glimpse of her panties during an upward draft. It wasn't entirely his fault… but he was looking. That was enough to earn her halfhearted scorn for a few hours.

 "So are we going to get something to eat?" Naruto asked after a few moments of seemingly aimless walking. He grinned mischievously. "Ichiraku ramen is great for breakfast, too…"

 "No way," Kushina declared, even though she would love to down a few bowls herself right now. But taking any advice from him at the moment would feel like an affront to her pride, while at the same time, she knew better than to feed his addiction of ramen as well. She turned her nose up slightly and said, "We'll get food somewhere else…" She took a significant pause. "And then… some clothes shopping."

 "Clothes shopping?"

 She nodded in return. Though it wasn't true – everything was accounted for – she explained rather plainly, though with a healthy hint of embarrassment to the coloring of her cheeks, "I'm losing underwear, alright?"

 And as she had expected – or had she hoped? – Naruto reacted clumsily, managing to trip over his own feet midstride, blabbering as he went down in a heap. A mind heavy with guilt slows the feet first, Minato had said once when accusing her of pilfering the pantry at night during pregnancy.

 She feigned ignorance. "Naruto, are you alright?"

 "Y-yeah," he replied, picking his scuffed face off the ground. There was an unmistakable flush on his face, not caused by the faceplanting. He looked up at her, gulped, and then looked away. "Should I…?" He cleared his throat. "I guess I'll go do some training after eating."

 "Oh? You don't want to go shopping?" Outwardly, she was rather calm and innocent; inward, her heart was throbbing. She had him on the ropes and he didn't even know it. The girlish part of her was imagining that he was imagining her modeling a line of underwear, undressing behind only a curtain, pulling off panties and laying them out, him resisting the urge to take each one and breathe in her brief scent to appease the lust in his loins. Just how could she go about nonchalantly modeling underwear for him? At the store, it would surely call the attention of other shoppers and owners. At home? That was risky and blunt. She might as well tell him outright "I know you've been taking my worn panties, alright? Here, have this one."

 That was a hazy vision that she knew she shouldn't get lost in right away; least of all in public.

 "Well, it's just that…" Naruto trailed off, addressing her question prior to her cloudy daydreaming. "It should be… private…"

 "Nonsense!" exclaimed Kushina proudly, beating her breast with a fist. "There shouldn't be any privacy between a mom and son, right?"

 There absolutely should be, but Naruto wasn't about to outright disagree with his outrageous mom. Somehow, he'd slip away before they could get to the clothing store. If he was really lucky, Shikamaru or Choji or someone could intercept them by chance, and he'd make up some excuse – like forgetting a training exercise or some other promise that needed to be fulfilled – and get away. Although… well, seeing his beautiful mom selecting what she would wear under her bland dress did provoke some intrigue…

 When Naruto set his mind to it, he could achieve just about anything, particularly when it came to mischief. He had managed to get away after eating; really, at the last second. The Inuzuka mother/son duo had been heading in the same destination as the Uzumaki duo, and when Kiba confronted Naruto, it was always rambunctious. Either they would fight or they would frolic, and with no recourse, both mothers dismissed their boys from attending a shopping excursion.

 It was a bit of a disappointment – Kushina, being mischievous herself, was interested to see how her Naruto would respond to the underwear that drew her attention – but more than that, Tsume was an intimidating presence after their last encounter.

 "Heh. Underwear shopping with Naruto."

 Kushina ducked her head in embarrassment, trying to focus on the selection.

 "Then I take it you took my advice." Tsume nodded approvingly. "That's good. Though he still seems rather energetic."

 Kushina looked up to her frantically, clutching a pair of pink panties that she really wasn't considering to her chest. "That's not it, alright!" She was loud, but sounded meek. She regretted the compulsion to respond so desperately; other women were already taking notice, so she addressed them with an awkward apology.

 Her response made Tsume glower. "What's that mean? Hmph! I thought so." She looked towards the exit. "I could smell it on him. He's ready, but it seems you're not." Unike Kushina, she didn't care for eavesdroppers; because eavesdroppers knew better than to eavesdrop on her.

 In response, Kushina clapped her knees together and stiffened her stance. But of course, Tsume would have already detected her pheromones upon meeting.

 "You're being irresponsible, letting him go on like that. You'll be a grandmother before you know it!"

 Kushina, who could only take so much verbal abuse, swallowed the urge to say that Hana was more likely to have a child from Kiba first! But that would ensue with a scuffle pitting the vicious head of Inuzuka against the Red-Hot Habanero. The only sure outcome would be a demolished store and hefty fines.

 Her clenching fist cracked the wooden frame of the box of panties in front of her.

 "Kiba is reckless and stupid," Tsume announced suddenly. "He would be even worse if Hana and I did not take care of him." She looked hard at Kushina and said, "Send Naruto to me if you are not up to the task."

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 Kushina wound up walking out of the store with only two new pairs of panties – a purchase more out of obligation than necessity, since she and Tsume had stirred up (however briefly) something that should have been a tranquil process – some time after Tsume left. The offer was left standing, and aside from some brisk words of parting – as Tsume's destination was not clothing but furniture in the market – the offer was the last thing said. So it floated amongst Kushina's thoughts for a good while, making her troubled on her walk home.

 Being a mom to a teenager… It might not have been so hard if she hadn't been absent for the first sixteen years of his life. She had come in basically hoping to nurse and coddle and teach, not vie for attention and chase and scold. Not that Naruto was horrendous, but he also had his awkwardness in this new relationship.

 Panty-theft being of paramount concern…

 She sighed heavily. Maybe it was good that he went off with Kiba, to get a break from her smothering…

 Who's smothering, alright?! She snarled and gnashed her fangs and raised a fist threateningly at her own choice of words.

 As long as Kiba-chan wasn't advocating debauchery… being with his friend would be good for Naruto. And it would give her a chance to contemplate her own dilemmas.

 How long until he found out about her new panties? True, they were not necessary and were bought out of that sense of patron obligation, but she was at least meticulous on what she decided on. Sexy panties… The kind that Minato went to mush for. It was one thing to get perverts like Jiraiya-sensei riled up; it was an entirely new chore to get a husband hot under the collar when he'd already seen every aspect of her body.

 These panties rode up and promised very little coverage. Passion red, tight hem to cling into her hips, lace that did complimented the skin rather than detract, a narrow back end that would ride up her backside and make her eager to get out of them… Her complexion matched their hue when she thought of it. This kind of underwear always made her fidgety, and Minato said she was cute when she was like that. "I'm not trying to be cute, alright!" she would shout back, losing the sexy demeanor to her flustery quirks. Afterwards, Minato would relieve the wedgie by pulling it aside and bending her over the couch.

 What would Naruto think of them when he found them? Would he be aroused? Or would he suspicious and jealous, thinking that she was trying to entice another man? That thought stirred the schoolgirl in her, thrilled by the idea of her man confronting a rival of love for her affection!

 Too bad Naruto was her son and not her man… Still a flattering notion to be guarded by a man regardless, but to imagine swooning and drooping over the victorious Naruto was… not the heroic image many in the village would approve of. Incest in Konoha was not unheard of… but mother and son…? She couldn't imagine – realistically, anyway – clutching to her boy's arm, intentionally shoving her breasts against him in public, as they dated. Dates with her would lead to her bed, on her back, him testing the pliability of her body as he fucked her in all sorts of ways…!

 She shook her head. No! No! She'd drench her current panties if she played those vibrant fantasies too long, and then she'd have to find some discrete place to switch to the new ones in the bag. She hadn't even washed them yet! And she couldn't walk around commando, with arousal trickling steadily down her legs from her slit.

 Arriving home, she felt that she should be hungry, but the thought of eating wasn't there; neither was the urge. All she could think of was the thong she had bought and the possibilities it promised.

 She sat at the kitchen table with the passion red underwear laid out in front of her. The material was sleek and nice to the touch, but it'd be intrusive, clinging to every bit of her down there. Aside from baiting Naruto, she couldn't imagine wearing it at any other time; though briefly, the idea passed through her mind, wearing it to the hot springs just to see the looks she'd get from all the aging, haggard moms who had been so critical of her temperament before – "You're too angry all the time. You'll get wrinkles early. You don't have the patience to be a mother." A part of her really wanted to show off her youthful, provocative figure to those hags and make them drool in envy.

 That was a scheme for some other time. She was left too long dwelling alone. Food wasn't even being prepared, and Naruto could – or should! – be home any minute. She'd spent so long ambling in the clothing store with Tsume and then brooding over the underwear. How could such distractions tempt her until the sun was on a full descent?

 How also could Naruto stay out so late? It was peaceful in the world of ninja now! What need did he have to train? He'd already achieved a godlike status among even the Kages. And with that monster inside of him, he could zip between the training grounds with Kiba to her kitchen in a flash!

 She clapped her hands in front of her with a "Hmph!" Case closed! She'd wait for him to show up, and if he asked nicely, they'd go to Ichiraku for some ramen! No big deal to treat him there once in a while! And old man Teuchi served alcohol, and Kushina was in the mood for some sake! And if she got tipsy, and on the way home, she slipped or teetered into some crates and somehow flashed her nice, new panties for her son, that wouldn't be her fault. And from there, they would see where the night went.

 Quite proud for such a simple and – with her favorite long dress – unlikely plan, Kushina folded her arms and nodded to her genius. She didn't need the rowdy aggression of Tsume-san's authoritative methods. Foolproof and simple. If she could snag someone like Minato without trying, all men should fail to her charms no matter what!

 Unless, of course, her patience was tested, her stomach finally complained, and Naruto hadn't shown up even after dark. "Just what is he doing, alright!" She slammed her palms down on the table like she wanted it to break. If she screamed out her bedroom window, would her voice carry all the way to him? Would he have the wisdom to heed her call… or know it was much safer to flee in the other direction?

 "Fine!" She grabbed the panties in her fist, threw them in the bag, and planned to return them or throw them away. She stomped to her room like she was leaning into a hard gust of wind. "If that's the way he's going to be, I'm not going to treat him at all, alright!" The door slammed, and she got ready for the night.

 But first…

ccc A few minutes later… ccc

 "Glug-glug-glug! Ahh~!! Another!" "Another!"

 A fresh bowl; she went at it with a vengeance.

 "Slurp! Chomp! Slurp-slurp! Ahm! Glug-glug! Ahh~!!" Slam! "Another!"

 Teuchi seemed helpless. He might've been able to do more against the Pain of the Akatsuki's Almighty powers than an agitated Uzumaki. "Please, Kushina-san," he begged her. "Don't slam the bowls. They'll break."

 Kushina looked up, scowling at him… well, not at him; there were dark, sinister thoughts festering in her head. He wasn't the object, but he could be a casualty to her wrath. She jabbed her chopsticks at him. Might as well have been two kunai with how deadly they seemed in her hand. "You!" He flinched behind the counter. Her hardness didn't ease, but there was a crack in her façade; a flicker of vulnerability in her gloomy gaze. She let the silence linger, hanging between them, over his head like a swinging scythe. She murmured in her throat as she sized him up. "You wouldn't keep me waiting at home all alone, would you?"

 "Uh, no!" Teuchi hurried to answer, hoping to flatter and therefore dissuade her from flattening him and his shop. Where was Ayame-chan?! Out on a delivery run, of all times, promoting her soba platter! She might not have a restaurant to serve soba or ramen if she didn't hurry back! She was the one with the backbone to deal with the female customers!

 But then her question really dawned on him. "Oh?" Curious and surprised – not hopeful or disappointed – he was brave enough to move in on Kushina's questioning. "Kushina-san… did you have a date?"

 "Tch!" She turned away with a frown. "Of course not." She might have… if he had just come home minutes sooner. "He kept me waiting!" Like a child in tantrum, she double-fisted her bowl and slammed it down repeatedly on the counter. "And so I want another bowl, alright!!"

 "Right, right. Here you go. This one's on the house," Teuchi continued to try to keep her flattered.

 "No! Put it on the tab!" she ordered him, clutching the fresh salt ramen with her arm, hoarding it possessively for herself. "And send the bill to Naruto!"

 She ate herself stupid and probably even drunk somehow. The Akimichi would welcome her as one of their own as she teetered out of the ramen shack, feeling fat, disgusting, and happy. "Bye, old man~♪" she sang, waving her hand back to Teuchi, leaving him several high stacks of dishes that he would have to do himself.

 He sulked. "I shouldn't stay open so late if Ayame's not going to be here to help…"

 Patting her bloated stomach proudly, Kushina giggled and strutted down the dirt roads with open-legged strides. Proper women were aghast by her unseemly behavior, and men were well aware of how painful it would be to make fun of her. Instead, everyone gave her a wide berth and let her pass unabated to her home.

 Well, there was one fool enough to engage her. "Wow, Kushina-san! Looks like Naruto will have a kid brother soon, huh? Guwahaha-oof!" Kizashi's poor pun of her size got no chuckles – except from himself – and didn't even break her course as she clotheslined him, knocking him out in record time.

 She should have stayed feeling good. Ramen from Ichiraku would always be a sinful delight, and gorging for free – at her unaware son's expense – should make her feel even better! But the moment she walked in hers and Naruto's shared apartment, that plummeting feeling of loneliness returned. Her Uzumaki body had already slimmed her down, converting the food into crucial chakra that had nowhere to go. She felt agitated now; all aggression and nothing to put it towards.

 She wanted to see Tsume-san. This would be a moment where she'd be at her best. She'd poke at Tsume's chest after the Inuzuka's maternal ridicule and say "I can handle raising my own son! And I don't need you to tell me how to do it, alright!" Tsume-san would hate that, but if she tried anything, it'd just turn into another helping of Squashed Tomato.

 But Tsume was not there.

 Probably having more fun than me…

 And neither was Naruto.

 Did Kiba return home yet, or was Naruto keeping him occupied? If he had returned home… Maybe Tsume-san was having a more interesting time.

 Kushina involuntarily squeezed her legs together, fidgeted, and moaned. This was it. The frustrating Uzumaki Heat; enticing her and flooding her head with images and ideas that just would not disperse! Minato had helped her conquer those episodes! What was she to do without him?!

 She was already runny, heat melting her beneath her panties. "Oh~" she moaned desperately and leaned over the table, presenting herself to whatever man – or even woman – might take her and give her the treatment she deserved and desired. Her little, bitty breasts; showed up by even girls a generation younger than herself! But hers were still plump and full, fuller still since Naruto's birthing. She hadn't had the chance to enjoy them engorged and filled with milk. Upon her resurrection – a non-sacrificial mix of the Rinnegan and the Nine-Tails' life-enriching powers and the lingering of her soul within Naruto – her milk had dried up about a month of non-breastfeeding and towel compressions. But their enhanced size stayed. Tsunade-sama, Hinata-san, and even the Yamanaka daughter might still be larger, but Uzumaki Kushina was satisfied with them.

 She clutched at her chest, squeezing them and mimicking the motions as if a man had tossed up the hem of her dress and buried his cock inside of her. O, that fulfilling feeling! Her fingers just could not match it! Her fingers weren't thick or very long, they didn't move independent of her will or unpredictably, they didn't fire off hot, sticky rounds of white wet fireworks celebrating her desirability!

 "I need…!" she droned, now clutching the table's edges and grinding her crotch against it. The images in her mind were becoming clearer, the anonymous man starting to display certain features. Blonde spiky hair, deep blue eyes, a cocky smirk… but not her handsome husband. "I need," she prayed again, rubbing her scorching pussy to unfulfilled effect against the table. Tsume-san did it, encouraged her daughter to take part too! Why couldn't Kushina be allowed…? Allowed to give name and desire to it?!

 "Naruto!!" while something that should have been an orgasm wracked through her. She felt all the tension build, but none of the relief. It was a brutal emptiness, one that only left her more unfulfilled and frustrated.

 Then, outside, while she was in the midst of composing herself, a sonic boom. Something had pressed the limits of the sound barrier. Few could reach those kinds of speeds; with Minato passed and Ay in another Country, that only meant…

 "Mom! What's wrong?!" Naruto rushed into the apartment, his chakra cloak of the Nine-Tails' subjugation dissipating in orange embers.

 Kushina didn't have time to whine and complain about her failed orgasm. Her taut face pulled down in a droopy look of embarrassment. She was just about to concede, to mount the table and open her legs and pander to her hot cunt more meticulously. Naruto's arrival was both well- and ill-timed: early enough to catch her before she lost control, too late to keep her arousal in check.

 As if hosting a malevolent ghost, she dragged herself up from the table, long hair pulling like seaweed. Naruto watched her. Maybe he had a question or two – like what she screamed his name for, or why she was one knee up on the dining table – but her ominous turn – with one eye peaking from the veil of her hair – held his voice still. She seemed to hover there for a moment, the frightful pause preceding disaster.

 It was quite a relief that she suddenly pushed her luscious hair back and withdrew her ominous aura. A simple moment of self-collection, and she was up and cheery. "What took you so long? I was getting worried."

 She sounded fine, but Naruto was concerned by that alone. "Well, uh, I heard you call me…" He rubbed the back of his neck. "You sounded bothered."

 "Bothered? Me?" Kushina laughed forcibly, flapping a hand at the accusation while there was an obvious sweat accumulating on her brow. Her cheeks were flushed. Naruto was becoming aware of these little hints of a woman's inner feelings. "Not me, alright," she yammered. "I was just wondering when you'd get home, and I stubbed my toe and…"

 That earlier frightful pause came on the rebound, full circle.

 "What are you doing, making me wait for you to get home, alright?!"

 There was the fiery and feisty Uzumaki Kushina that instilled natural fear into the hero of the shinobi world. Even Kurama would back out in her vicious tirades.

 "I was going to treat you to some Ichiraku," she continued, storming up to him, paralyzing him with raw dread. "And you decided to stay out all night!"

 Naruto wouldn't dare try to say that it was hardly after sundown, even if it was true.

 Kushina stood in front of him. They were nearly eyelevel; he still may have some growing to come. He gulped. Staring down the interdimensional goddess of chakra hadn't made him as rigid as his mom had. She was scoping him for something, but he couldn't think of what.

 His heart suddenly stopped, ice forming in his stomach and chilling him.

 Did I… did I leave them out…?

 "Were you… with a girl?"

 Naruto's thoughts on 'borrowed' unmentionables balled up in his room went unfinished. The question was so direct, accusatory, and unexpected. "Huh?" was the best he could manage.

 Kushina stabbed at his chest with a finger. "Did Tsume-san meet you when you were playing with Kiba?!" she pressed more forcibly. She had her suspicions that now Kiba's predatory mother was preying on a son that was admitted to being ready to breed. The thought of Naruto, the precious only child of herself and Minato, acting as a stud to another clan filled Kushina with dread and jealousy. Surely the type of jealousy of a mother who wanted to preserve her child's innocence and not someone who was in secret competition with the Inuzuka.

 "No," Naruto truthfully answered after the initial shock. What did Tsume have to do with anything, anyway? Aside from a weird, lingering look from her in general passing today, he never really had any interaction with her.

 Kushina eyed him longer as if that would make him change his answer. To her relief, he remained steadfast and honest. She sighed, holding her chest and letting her heart calm down. Good… One more sigh; just something bracing before she switched from the frantic female to strict mother. She placed her hands on her hips and glowered at her boy before holding a finger of admonishment up in his face. "For your tardiness, I won't be making dinner for you tonight. You'll have to fend for yourself, alright?"

 "Fend for myself?" he repeated. He took a moment before giving that cheeky chuckle. "I've been fending for myself most of my life, Mom."

 "I-I know that, alright!" she flustered, going red in the face again. "But for tonight, I mean it as a punishment. A punishment!" She jabbed her finger into the tip of his nose, causing him to scrunch up. "I'm going to bed now…" She pivoted so hard on her heel, it squeaked and might have even left a dent on the floorboards. She marched… but Naruto noticed a particular sashay to her hips. She stopped halfway down the hall to look back at him. Why was there so much red in her pouty cheeks, such a nervous glimmer in her eyes?

 Naruto swallowed hard and focused on tightening his fists so that his fingernails could stab his palms.

 "And don't even try to come in and bother me, alright?!" She seemed very intent to say that, though why did it need to be said?

 Because, rationalized Kushina as she turned back and finished her way into her bedroom, boys like Naruto never followed instructions…

 The door closed, but was not locked.

ccc A short while later; Ichiraku ccc

 "Ah~, Naruto." Old man Teuchi fidgeted nervously as his best and favorite customer came in with a grin and the promise of a healthy appetite and a fat Gamachan. The latter part both relieved and concerned him. Teuchi was happy to give Konoha's hero discounts and even free meals every now and then. But to comp two gluttonous Uzumaki would ruin him. He looked down under his counter, to the bill that Kushina demanded to be passed down to her son. Should he pass it over now, and possibly ruin Naruto's appetite and night?

 Best just pull that band-aid off, Teuchi thought, picking up the paper tab to show to Naruto. Surely there'd be some money left over, and Teuchi would be kind enough to give him an extra bowl free.

 "Naruto-kun!"

 The wispy voice gasped, and Teuchi and Naruto both turned to the new customer who had wandered in.

 "Oh, hey, Hinata!" Naruto smiled brightly at the buxom Hyuga, waving like she wasn't little more than three feet (one meter) away. "You came for some Ichiraku?!"

 "Uh, yes," she answered, fiddling her fingers and blushing. "I just finished training with Hanabi… so I…" Her lips tightened.

 Naruto laughed and eagerly patted the stool right next to him. "I was kicked out," he jeered, "so I came here too! Old man!" He turned to Teuchi and held up two fingers. "Two Ichiraku Specials! I'm paying for Hinata, alright."

 Teuchi felt his throat clutch, a heavy weight of guilt pressing down on him. Two Uzumakis… and Hyuga Hinata in one night?! Gamachan could be a bank and not cover the cost!

 The tab in his hand crumpled in his fist as he debated handing it to Naruto. Hinata had just settled in and was starting to engage Naruto in conversation. A lovely start to a blossoming date and romance…

 Teuchi sighed in defeat and put the tab down. Maybe another day…

 Forcing a smile against the nausea – Ayame was going to have a fit – he said enthusiastically, "Two Specials coming up."

 "And keep them coming, alright!!"

 Teuchi slumped. "… Alright…"

ccc Meanwhile ccc

 Kushina was on her back, primed and ready. Her heart was beating in her chest. All was quiet in the apartment, so she listened intently for approaching footsteps. Door unlocked – she checked several times before lying down – there was nothing to stop entrance! She even left it unlocked as she undressed and switched into her breezy, easily-removed nightgown. Perfume, hair fixed and straightened, a tiny bit of lips gloss for exceedingly-kissable lips… Even her new panties that made her squirm with how tightly they tucked against her creases. They felt sensual against her privates… but she wanted to get them off.

 She heard it when Naruto left, but she held onto the hope that he just went outside to get some fresh air, steel his courage, and then storm her bedroom and her bed! Give her the chance to play the resister and quell the moral dilemma of letting it happen! She at least planned to give a good performance before she showed her son all the techniques she'd harnessed with his father.

 But she was getting restless.

 "Dammit, where is he?" she growled