The Wives of Konoha - Hinata

Hinata forced herself back to reality. Deciding she'd given her son enough time to finish, she got out of the water and began drying herself. Her mind kept wandering back to Boruto's perfectly shaped cock. The image was now forever etched into her brain. Thick, veiny cock wanking to his slut mom. Ready to explode for her milf body. She wondered if he was a virgin. Probably not. Boruto was a handsome young man. Girls would throw themselves at him. And if any girl was lucky enough to experience that dick, she would be hooked for sure.

The horny mother couldn't help but imagine how well Boruto used his gift. She imagined him fucking a girl, which naturally led to thoughts of her being the girl getting fucked. What it would feel like to be used by that wonderful cock. How it would stretch her insides. How it would reshape her pussy to his dick. Make it addicted to him. How he would claim her and take Naruto's place. Make her his personal slut. How she would serve him so well that in a matter of days, he wouldn't want to do anything with other girls.

It was getting too much for her now. She couldn't think about her son this way out in the wild. She didn't want anyone to see her in her current state. She needed to go home. And calm her wet hungry pussy. She needed to cum.

Fully clothed once again, Hinata started walking to the rendezvous point slowly, wanting to give her son as much post-nut clarity as he needed.

Boruto had been back to his spot quite some time ago. What a view that was. It felt good. His mom's ass was heavenly. He was perfectly fine with just the back view, but when she turned around and he saw the side view, both tits and ass in the same frame, it was as if something took over him.

It was the best ass-tits combo he had ever witnessed, and the extremely hard nipples were the icing on the cake. Her trimmed pussy was almost glistening. With that body, she could have modeled for authors writing erotic novels. His mind went blank, his arm moving as fast as possible, and the next thing he realized, his jizz had sprayed all over the shrubs in front of him. He really needed that.

Boruto seemed to be in a trance when Hinata saw him from a distance as if he had seen something out of this world which made him rethink his life. She chose not to call out to him just yet. Instead, she reactivated her Byakugan. She wanted to check him out quickly. Her eyes traced his upper torso, admiring his fit muscular build, then moved down to his pants, and noticed cum stains on his underwear.

Fuck.

It was already semi-hard again. Hinata hoped she was the cause of it and felt her pussy moisten up a bit more at the prospect. She deactivated the Byakugan and walked up to him. Boruto was awoken from his daydream by his mom's approach. He avoided eye contact and asked if she was ready to go. She said yes and they began their walk back home.

On the way back home, there was an unspoken tension between them. And uneasiness. Or, at least, that's how Boruto felt. As the more time passed, the guiltier he felt about what he did. His mom's smile relaxed him a little, as it was the first time he saw her smile since he came back home. But, it also made him feel worse at the same time. She was completely defenseless back there, trusting her son to protect her. And her son was jacking off to her like some creep. What if someone attacked again, and he couldn't react in time? Boruto cursed himself for being so careless and giving in to his inhibitions so easily. God, her smile was beautiful.

It had seemed like such a great idea at the moment, but he knew it was wrong. He had been selfish. Hinata was his mother. She brought him into this world from her gorgeous pussy. She fed him as a baby from her huge round titties. Dammit, he was getting hard again. He thought shooting his load into the bushes would soothe his horniness a bit. He was now realizing how wrong he had been. It only increased his desire to pursue the ripe forbidden fruit walking beside him. Boruto was too scared to even think about it as if it would automatically turn into reality. He was too scared to admit that he wanted to fuck his hot mother.

Boruto was brought back to the present when he spotted Sarada walking toward them in a leisurely stroll. His former teammate waved at him. Hinata waved back.

"Oh, nice to see you, Sarada. How are you?" asked Hinata politely. Sarada had grown up to be a beautiful young lady. She inherited Sasuke's calm demeanor and Sakura's tenacity. Having engaged in sexual encounters with both of them on multiple occasions before, Hinata couldn't help but wonder who the young kunoichi resembled in bed. Yup, she definitely needed to get home and cum.

"Hello, Ma'am. Nice to see you as well. Glad I ran into you," said Sarada with a pleasant smile. "Could I borrow your son for a while, if it's okay with you? I just got some details on a previous mission we'd been on from Lord Seventh's office and would like to discuss them with him." Boruto frowned. He was hoping to spend some quality time with his mom. Without having to peep on her. Plus, what did she mean by "borrow him"? Shouldn't she also ask if he was okay with it?

"Oh, absolutely honey. I don't mind at all," Hinata replied. Why would she? This was perfect.

She would be all alone, without fear of being overheard or accidentally seen by her son. Though, the idea did intrigue her a little.

Before Boruto could voice his concerns, and she could tell from his face that he had some, Hinata assured him she'd be fine. Reminded him that there were Anbu posted right outside their house, monitoring every activity that took place. She promised again that she'd stay safe and not go out until he was back.

"You need to live your own life too, honey. Go. Don't worry about me. I'll be fine.", Hinata tried to sound as convincing as possible without giving away her desperation for release.

After what felt like a really long time to Sarada, Boruto finally seemed convinced that Hinata would be fine without him watching over her 24/7.

"Perfect!", exclaimed Sarada, and started dragging Boruto by his arm.

His mom waved them both goodbye and they parted ways.

Sarada looked almost giddy to Boruto when he stole a glance at her. And she was. She was glad they'd be able to spend some time together after so long. It had been months since their last mission together, and several weeks since she got any action. Not that she didn't have other options available. Mitsuki's super flexible body that could reach places and get in positions no one else could, Shikadai's shockingly huge dick and stamina that could go on for hours, Chocho's juicy fat cunt always wet and ready to be munched on, or even Inojin with a slim feminine physique and a tiny penis who loved to be dominated and tortured. But, Sarada was a go-getter and always achieved whatever she set her mind to. She always got what she wanted, and right now she wanted Boruto.

Hinata reached home, locked the door, and went straight to her bedroom. She immediately went for the secret compartment in the closet. She opened it and saw several familiar dildos, anal beads, buttplugs, strapons, and other toys to choose from. All the cocks she owned were different sizes. These were all cocks she, or one of her friends, had experienced over the years. Hinata remembered the girls' night out when Ino had come up with the brilliant idea.

The plan was to have several copies of dildos created for every cock anyone in their group ever experienced. A strapon version would be made for a cock if someone's partner was into that sort of thing, or if they wanted to experiment later among themselves. Most partners, as it turns out, loved it. Some needed a little coaxing, but overall it was a success.

Hinata didn't wanna spend too much time deciding. Her pussy was hungry and it needed cock. Any cock. Even a fake one would do. Hinata knew she was about to cross a line right now. Their kids were off-limits. All the ladies in the group had agreed to it, including her. But, at this moment, she didn't care. She needed to cum bad. She needed to cum thinking about Boruto.

She took out the dildo shaped like her man's member. There were larger dildos in the compartment, and technically the 6th Hokage's dildo would be closer to Boruto's size. But she wanted Naruto's 5.6 inches right now. It was perfect for the dirty idea she just got. And she was about to act on it.

Hinata stripped out of her clothes for a second time and got comfortable in her bed. Giving her nipples a few playful pinches and rub, she started rubbing her clit slowly with one hand and sucked on the dildo for a while.

"Alright baby, your wife really needs a good dicking right now. Let's see how well you can please me."

Whenever she had a dildo out, she would talk to it in her mind as if it were the person the dildo was shaped after. It's not like she absolutely needed this aspect to get herself off, but it definitely made things more fun. In her mind, she could sound as slutty as she wanted without worrying about being overheard by someone.

Seeing Naruto's cock up close, her mind immediately went back to earlier. Boruto had to be at least an inch longer, veinier, and girthier.

"Yeah, that's right, honey. I got to see our son's cock today. Turns out he's a pervert just like his father. He was ogling at my big round ass, jerking his schlong. It was so hot. Much bigger than yours. And thicker. And you know how his slut mother reacted? I slowly turned around and gave him a full view, pretending to not see him. I'm such a slut, don't you think?"

She knew well that ultimately size didn't really matter, it was how you used it. And she'd had first-hand proof of that theory before. A few years ago, a visiting ambassador from the Land of Grass was serviced by her. Not as well endowed as Naruto, and a lot older, he made her feel things she didn't even know one could feel. She was a blank canvas, and he was a professional painter. She was a piece of beautiful, delicate, and fragrant sandalwood, and he was a master carpenter. He made her realize so much about her own body. The mission had lasted three whole days, with breaks in between, of course. By the time they were done, strong alliances were made, profitable deals were signed, and she was so exhausted she couldn't walk straight for days.

"Remember, babe? We couldn't have sex a whole week after that mission. He used me like the cum basket I am, then just left me in the room. Nothing you ever did to me compared to what he did. I loved every second of it. And I love this even more."

Still, she couldn't help but wonder how Boruto would feel inside her. Her pussy was sending shockwaves throughout her body. She was horny as fuck. The dildo moved downward and rested on her labia. With one forceful thrust, it went all the way in. She almost screamed out loud but held herself together. A slight moan still escaped her lips.

"Mmm, I'm so wet baby. And you know what? It's not cuz of you."

With a deep breath, she braced herself and began pulling it out. And in again. Her wet pussy provided enough lube for the dildo, as it slid in and out quite effortlessly. With her other hand, she slapped her tits every now and then. She had learned to do that from Naruto. He loved her tits. In fact, whoever had the honor of sleeping with her would make sure to play with her breasts. And who wouldn't? Her 32DD bonkers were fair, plump, and juicy. Naturally sagging just a little bit, they only seemed to add to her beauty. They weren't enormous like the 5th Hokage's, but big enough to attract everyone's attention. Her nipples were a light brown color and sensitive to touch, which made them suitable to play with.

Whenever she was out in public, she would get stares from youngins and grown men and women alike. Hell, she could charge people for just looking at them and make a comfortable living with just that. Back when things were good between Naruto and her, she wouldn't pay them any mind. Lately, she had acknowledged quite a few of those gazes with a devilish smile.

Her thoughts returned back to the present. And to Boruto. Her pussy was somehow even wetter now. It made filthy noises as it engulfed the dildo with every thrust. Here she was, a mother of two in her late thirties, fucking herself to oblivion thinking of her 18-year-old son's dick.

"Oh yes! I'm so wet for him, baby. I want to cum for him. For our son. For Boruto. You want me to cum too, don't you? That's it. Keep going. Keep fucking me. I'm close."

Boruto had bulked up quite a lot in his teenage years. That meant he was eating right even when she wasn't there to cook him healthy meals on his missions. She was glad and proud of him. She remembered their hug after that dreadful incident the night before. His back had grown so much stronger. Everything was perfect about him. He was a real man in every sense of the word.

"You want him to eat his slut mom's pussy, don't you?"

"Oh, fuck!" Hinata exclaimed as the first orgasm hit her without any warning, her mouth wide open, her toes curled, her left hand grabbing the sheet tightly. Her eyeballs almost went back into her head and she couldn't control her moans even if she wanted to. However, she didn't want to control them. At that moment, she didn't care one bit who would hear her. She let out moan after moan as ecstasy took over. Her orgasm lasted an eternity. Finally, when it subsided, she remembered to breathe again. Her face was red and her whole body was shaking.

"How was it, baby? Did you like it as much as I did? Yeah? That's a good boy. Hope you're ready for Round 2."

Hinata repositioned herself and started fucking herself again with the dildo she just finished squirting on. She didn't wanna stop feeling the way she was currently feeling. She kept going. Round 3, then Round 4, and on and on. One orgasm after the other, she fucked herself with Naruto's dick repeatedly, comparing it to her son's meat. Describing to him how Boruto was so much better; how he was so much more of a man than his father could ever be; how he could satisfy her needs so much better. She kept massaging her clit, her tits bouncing, spanking herself as hard as possible, and fucking her married slut mom cunt, getting off to her son. Until she couldn't anymore. Finally, after hours of intense pleasure, she passed out, dildo in hand, the bedsheet drenched in her sweat and cum.

When she came to, it was almost time for lunch. Surprisingly, she didn't feel the least bit tired. It was such a refreshing session of self-pleasure that it made her feel energized and want to be productive. She got up and fixed herself something easy and quick to eat. The bedsheet got washed. The house got cleaned. She also made time for some yoga and kata and even practiced her taijutsu a bit.

She needed to stay in shape, not just to look good. She wanted to be ready the next time someone tried to attack them. The assassin went for her because she was weak. If only she wasn't so weak. Hinata caught herself. She didn't have time to wallow in self-pity. She didn't want Boruto to worry about her. Well, maybe a little because he was such an angel and made her feel safe and protected, but she didn't want to get used to it. She wanted to be strong for him.

Reinvigorated with a new sense of purpose, the stay-at-home mom completed her chores and patiently awaited her son's return.

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