2 Chapter 2 - Proper Food Preperation (1/2)

Spoons clinked and clanked as Kushina, Naruto, and Hachiro ate their meal. Kushina and Naruto were both eating gingerly, slowly, though for different reasons. Kushina kept glancing at Hachiro and Naruto to see if they liked the food she had made, although she barely flicked her eyes inNaruto's direction and would let her gaze linger over Hachiro. Naruto was taking his time, letting the soup slow down. Though his body was no longer female, his neck and throat felt stretched out, distorted, and he wondered if they would ever be the same.

Kushina caught the sight of a blush on her son's cheeks. In a quiet place, Naruto hoped his throat didn't go back to normal, all the better to...do that again.

”Is everything good, boys?” Kushina asked, focusing on Hachiro's response.

The thin teen, who had been focused on eating and seemed to be much less bothered by whatever was making the Uzumakis look so distracted and preoccupied, actually bothered to look up from his ramen and give Kushina his full attention. ”Everything's very good, Uzumaki san.”

Kushina grinned at him, glad he appreciated her hard work. A hint of pink spread through the soft skin of her face. Naruto noticed, and felt a strange feeling slither through his stomach. She never seemed to be so pleased when he or his father complimented her cooking. Naruto personally didn't care for the ramen, too many vegetables and not enough meat. At Hachiro's request, his mother had said. What kind of guy didn't like meat?

Just thinking about Hachiro and meat in such rapid succession brought to mind an image Naruto would never forget-Hachiro's giant cock, so close to his face. He remembered sticking his tongue out, and the flood that had followed. He blushed. This was so wrong! He was a guy, and not gay, at all!

Hachiro cleared his throat. ”But aren't you forgetting something?” He looked significantly at Kushina.

”Oh, yeah!” She said. ”The salad, right.” Kushina had meant to bring it out earlier, but she had been distracted by thoughts of that magnificent cock she'd seen at the shower. Her panties were stained with barely dried girl juice, and yet looking at Hachiro sitting there, she barely felt satisfied. ”I'll get it right now.”

Kushina stood up from the table, turning slowly. She didn't walk to the kitchen door so much as strut, taking care to cross her feet directly in front of each other so as to make her ass sway and bounce, hips flexing as she showed off her incredible, womanly curves. She imagined Hachiro would enjoy the show, what teenage boy wouldn't? With her huge ass, her panties were barely able to cover the whole thing, the pale flesh jiggling with every step, for all to see.

Hachiro definitely noticed, and Naruto felt embarrassed to see his mom behaving in such a way. But then when Hachiro reached a hand under the table, he felt a little upset. Naruto recognized that motion-Hachiro was adjusting his dick, something he'd done himself many times at this table when thoughts of Hinata entered his mind. Only Hachiro would probably have a much trickier time with that python of his. Still, this guy was getting hard looking at his mom's ass, Naruto thought, even as Kushina crossed the threshold of the kitchen. She held back, letting Hachiro get one last look at her long smooth legs and big booty before the door closed. Naruto was…jealous.

Wait, jealous? Of who? Certainly not Hachiro-Naruto knew his mother was attractive, but that didn't mean he was attracted to her. He didn't want her showing off like that for him or anybody else. But if someone was going to show off for Hachiro-no, that was wrong. Naruto shook his head, not noticing that, with Kushina gone, Hachiro's attention was back on him.

In fact, Hachiro had stood up and crossed to Naruto's side of the table, standing over him. The sixteen year old could be very quiet when he wanted to be. ”Transform, slut.”

Naruto gasped, shocked by his sudden appearance and the harshness of his words. He looked up at him, feeling very small even though they were about the same height.

”What, no way!” He shook his head so rapidly Hachiro thought the dummy might make himself dizzy.

”Its dinner time,” Naruto said, as if the time was the only thing wrong with what Hachiro had just said. He seemed to remember that a little later. ”I mean, no, I'm not doing…that again.” He had said he would though, as long as Hachiro kept it a secret, and deep down Naruto knew he would.

Hachiro was insistent, his voice low and angry. ”Transform. Right now, while the big-ass MILF is still busy.” Naruto sputtered again, upset at the comment about his mom, but then again, jealous in a strange way. As a girl, his ass wasn't as big as his mom, but his tits…

Quickly he made the justu motion, and in a puff of smoke, Naruko was sitting at the dinner table, jumpsuit pushed down by the size of her breasts. There were minor tears in her net top from when Hachiro had groped her earlier.

Hachiro gripped her by the chin, tilting her head up, almost romantically. They kissed passionately, and even though Naruko wanted to, she made no squeals of protest this time, no feeble attempts to get away. Of course, it would have been more romantic had Hachiro not grabbed her nipple through her top and pinched down hard. That made her squeal alright, and lean back against her chair. Hachiro followed, pushing her against the back of the chair and running his hands all over his body. His thin fingers danced and trailed over Naruko's tight teenage body, the valley of her cleavage, the tight expanse of her stomach through her jumpsuit, even lingering just an inch or two above her crotch.

It took everything Naruto had not to unzip all the way for him and let him put his hand in her boxers, to touch her moist pussy. But instead she merely sucked at Hachiro's tongue in her mouth, eagerly accepting as his hands squeezed and prodded her body, making no effort to be gentle or comforting. This was not a kiss of affection, it was a passionate, almost angry act, as Hachiro swapped spit with the busty blonde, exploring her mouth with his tongue.

The kiss broke off suddenly, and Naruto gasped. She looked at him, all the anger gone just for a second. Her eyes looked at him with arousal, and something like hope. Maybe he wasn't such a jerk after-

Whap!

Hachiro's hand smacked across Naruko's face, and she wheeled her head back, angrily. A hand came up to touch her throbbing cheek. ”Hey! Watch it you-”

He hit her again, and again, and then a fourth time, rapidly turning her face red from the impacts. Then he twisted one of her pony tails and smashed her face down against the table. The hard wood felt shockingly cold against Naruko's heated body, her left cheek mashed against the firm surface. The contrast of the sharp stings of his slaps and the solid concussive force of the table rattled Naruko's brain around, disorienting the girl, who was never too bright to begin with. She panted at the pain, arms flailing uselessly. But if she wanted to…

”The next time I tell you to do something, you do it, stupid bitch. A woman's job is to obey her man, and I don't like to repeat myself.” Hachiro growled.

For an instant, Naruko felt dizzy at the implications-was he her man? But then-

”I'm not a wom-uhh” She moaned as Hachiro latched his mouth on her neck. He sucked and kissed his way up and down, and Naruko's eyes closed. Her flailing arms ceased and gripped the sides of the table for support, as if she might fall right through. His hands were back on her body, rubbing all over as he bit down, hard. This was not a lover's nip, this was an animal marking its prey. Naruko closed her eyes and cooed, breasts electric with sensation, pussy throbbing with need. If only he would touch her there, just for a moment, Naruko wanted it so much, sure it would feel absolutely-

”Hachiro-chan!” Kushina's voice called from the kitchen. ”Could you come here for a minute, I need your help with something!” Hachiro pulled back, leaving whiteish indentations on Naruko's neck. He smacked her across the back of the head as Naruko tried to get back to a normal sitting position again, a quick reminder of his anger, a little dope slap for the big-titted teen.

”Don't go anywhere, bitch.” Hachiro said, wiping a bit of saliva from his mouth with the back of his hand.

Naruko made a soft exhalation from between clenched teeth. ”Wa-wait.”

But Hachiro was already gone, making his way to the kitchen in what was practically a march. Had she really just asked him to wait, instead of cursing his name and kicking his ass?

Naruko looked down at the crotch of her jumpsuit, which had darkened. There was another puddle in her boxers, making them sticky again, right after all the juices she had secreted during Hachiro's throat-fuck had dried up. She fairly panted with need, left feeling all pent up, a firework without a spark.

Hachiro opened the kitchen door rudely with his foot, taking a moment to drink in the sight before him. Kushina was bent over at the waist, legs ramrod straight and all the luscious curves of her womanly body on display. Her panties rode up and it didn't escape Hachiro's notice that they were darkened a little, where the puffy mound of her pussy was nearly visible through the tight bottoms.She was rummaging through the kitchen drawers, every slight motion causing her ass to dip and sway in an almost hypnotic manner. There was really only one thing to do.

Raising one hand, Hachiro crashed the flat of his palm into Kushina's asscheek, setting the flesh to jiggling and dancing. The impact released a sharp, cracking sound like thunder, and would probably leave a bright red handprint. Kushina's back shot up, rigid, as she wheeled about. ”What the hell was-”

She cut off as she saw who it was. Hachiro, standing a little bit taller than her, with a smug smirk on his face.

”Hachiro!” She shouted, her anger dissipating almost immediately, leaving surprise and the tingling sensation of her well-struck ass. She raised a finger and waggled it like a stern schoolteacher, adopting a lecturing tone.

”Hachiro-chan, you can't do things like that. I'm a married woman you know.” My body's only for my husband, she meant to add, but somehow nothing came out. Hachiro merely smiled at her, impressed she didn't even seem angry.

”You can't just go around smacking girl's behinds, it's rude.” She said, feeling actually quite flattered.

Hachiro raised his hands placating. ”Oh, I didn't mean it to be rude, Uzumaki.” Kushina noticed he'd dropped the honorifics, as well as just how close and alone they were in the hot kitchen. Sweat beaded on her forehead.

”That was just a little reward.”

”A reward?” Kushina repeated, confused but also glad merely at the idea of this stud giving her a reward.

”Yes,” Hachiro continued, smiling and looking at her with a strange expression. It wasn't quite complimentary, but it seemed to be approving. Kushina liked it, however he felt at the moment.

”A reward for you being here, in the kitchen, as you should be. I'm glad to see you know your proper place, unlike so many other women.”

Normally, Kushina would have smacked someone for saying such misogynist shit, but now she merely blushed, indignant and angry. And aroused, in some dark, perverted part of her mind that she hadn't even really known was there. It was stupid to say such things, stupid to even think them. She should set Hachiro straight. Women weren't just domestic slaves, dammit!

Yes, she really should say something. And yet…

She ran a hand over her ass, turning her body to the side so he could see his handiwork. There was indeed a bright red mark, and she traced her fingers over it, even tugging up the side of her panties a bit, revealing even more of her ass and upper thigh. ”Hachiro, you can't act that way.” He looked nonplussed.

”At least, not in front of Naruto, and certainly not Minato.” Just saying her husband's name while looking at this boy made her feel guilty and agonizingly dirty.

”They might get the…wrong idea.” She finished quietly, looking at his deep brown eyes. Or worse yet, they come to the correct conclusion, that happily married mother of one Kushina had developed a crush on this little jerk and his enormous prick.

Hachiro took a step closer to her and she tensed up, afraid but excited. Then he turned to the side, giving her a clear path to the door. ”Lock the door.” He said flatly, not asking her. Telling her.

Kushina's eyebrows went up. ”Eh, the door? But why?”

He didn't say anything, and Kushina, filled with conflicting emotions, let her curiosity and arousal for this boy rule her actions. She walked to the door and locked it, not for the first time wondering why they even had a lock on the kitchen door. But she supposed there had to be a good reason behind it, after all. A ninja could never be too careful when it came to home safety.

Ziiip. She head a familiar, metallic sound, and it froze Kushina in her tracks. Eyes on the door in front of her, hand falling from the lock, she couldn't believe that he had done what she thought he had done. But what else could it be? She heard rustling as what sounded like a long zipper finished being pulled down. Was this really happening? She thought back to the shower, the image of that wet, soapy cock blotting out all her other thoughts. Wasn't that what had made her dress and act this way in the first place? Hadn't she finger-fucked herself to climax right here in this very kitchen only minutes earlier? Dreaming about that dick? Fantasizing about it?

Craving it?

She turned around and watched as Hachiro lazily stroked himself with one small hand. It was…even bigger than in the shower, she realized. He had been surprised then, and only half hard. Now he looked to be fully erect, the entire length throbbing with desperate teenage arousal. He looked stiff, unyielding, massive, dominating. This was better than she could have ever hoped.His cock leapt from his groin like some massive tree limb, certainly over a foot in length. Kushina's knees wobbled.

”Oh my god, Hachiro!” She said, her voice breathless and filled with awe. This was beyond her wildest dreams.

”You, you can't…” Kushina trailed off, unable to tell this young boy with such a massive dong what to do. It wasn't her place to give him orders. She wanted to look away, at least, she wanted to want to look away. That was what a woman like her was supposed to do in this position right? Glance away out of a sense of propriety, act scandalized and scold this impertinent brat. But she merely locked her eyes on the cock, the enormous mushroom tip, dark and swollen. The mighty, swaying shaft, barely able to stand up under its full weight. She thought, with a dark rush of excitement, that if Hachiro titled it fully vertical, it might reach up all the way past his stomach to the bottom of his chest, such was its length. More than double Minato's size, she thought.

”It's the biggest thing I've ever fucking seen.” Kushina complimented with the simple honest tone of one acknowledging a master's talents. Wait. Had she just said that aloud?

”So…thick.” She said, drawing closer. Hachiro's whole attitude-the bored expression, the rudeness, the sexist comments, didn't seem so bad. He was just speaking his mind, unafraid of what anyone else thought. Kushina smiled like a loopy, lovestruck teen at his dick. He was so bold and impressive, taking his dick out in front of a married woman, with her son in the next room over!

”Amaaazing,” She drew out, eyes on the precome leaking tip. She had dressed herself up like a little whore, and she realized now Hachiro was right. She deserved to be rewarded. Kushina licked her lips. Guilt and arousal fought in her head and again it was no contest. She stepped close to him, one hand reaching out. More impressed than Naruko had been, Hachiro thought. Less afraid too, Kushina wanted what she saw and she was going to get it.

”That's right,” He prompted. ”I know you want it, Kushina.”

Slowly her fingers wrapped around him, and she marveled at how much of his cock was left uncovered. ”Oh, Hachiro, this is incredible.”

She whispered, not even bothering to look up at him. His balls hung fat and low beneath his dick, two swinging spheres that she simply marveled at. In her eyes, only this boy's privates were reflected, dominating her fields of vision and thought. She began to stroke it, exploring every inch of the massive meat. Up, to the tip, which she couldn't fit in one hand, spongy yet so firm. Hot and heavy against her dainty hands. Then down, all the way to the rigid base, playing with his thatch of pubic hair.

”Ooh!” She exclaimed, as Hachiro grabbed her ass. He kneaded the flesh, causing the skin to puff out between his fingers as he squeezed so hard, almost hurting her. Minato never touched her like this, he was gentle, loving. Respectful of her and her wishes, almost deferential in many respects where as Hachiro clearly expected her to defer to him. Soon she had to add a second hand, wanting to go faster but with Hachiro's size, there was a lot of surface area to cover. Her nervousness and the filthiness of this whole situation made her movements slightly clumsy, like some fifteen year old giving her boyfriend her first handjob.

She rubbed at his balls with one hand, trailing her fingernails gently over them. Hachiro moaned softly, and Kushina blushed, taking that sound as its own reward.

”Do you like that, big boy?” She cooed, her voice sounding slightly less teasing and more sincere than she'd meant. Kushina really wanted him to enjoy what she was doing for him, to be pleased by her efforts. And one glance at this huge cock told her that whatever she did with it would be quite the effort indeed. He merely nodded, eyes roving over her form with obvious animal lust.

”I can't believe I'm doing this,” She whispered to him, leaning against his young lean body, which gave him greater access to her ass. He cupped it with two hands, bouncing it and jiggling the flesh, fondling under her cheeks and running a finger through her crack against the tight cloth of her panties. Hachiro even, bold as ever, rubbed her asshole just for a moment, causing Kushina to gasp in shock.

”You're a little jerk.” She said, jacking faster, and harder, arms working up and down like she was pumping at a well. ”You can't just do whatever you want whenever you get a hard-on,” Kushina tried to reprimand him. Hachiro ignored him, which was easy. Kushina practically ignored what she was saying too.

His hands came up off her ass, and she almost frowned in disappointment. Except with this log in her hands, Kushina could never be disappointed again. She twisted and tugged at her hands, wanting to try new things for him, to do the very best she could for this teenage monstercock. Hachiro's fingers traced her bare skin, rubbing her sides, trailing along her spine, before resting on her shoulders. He pushed, firmly, his intent was obvious.

Well, clearly, Kushina thought, squeezing at his tip and loving how it swelled up against her fingers. With a cock like this he didn't need to be subtle.

Kushina complied, despite wanting to tell him to slow down, to wait. The stove bubbled and she remembered Naruto was probably wondering what they were doing. Still she felt the kitchen tiles bump against her bare knees suddenly, and she looked up at him. His huge cock looked even larger now that it was above her, and her fingers splayed out along his length.

”You're dressed like such a slut,” Hachiro mocked her, and she blushed furiously.

”For you,” She said, again staring at the helmet of his dick. He crouched a bit, pants falling down against his ankles, revealing pale legs and thin calves as he bent down, aiming his dick underneath her flimsy top. The heat from him was incredibly, warming up her skin and causing goosebumps to appear on Kushina's suddenly cool arms. She was dripping for this thing, and she gasped as he crammed his dick underneath her little bra, in-between her heaving breasts.

Hachiro grunted at the tight fit-the cloth felt soft and tantalizing against his skin, and Kushina's twin fluffy pillows were like heaven. He mashed his hands against them, and Kushina fondled his balls with both hands, still barely able to handle the huge sack. His fingers bit into her skin as she stuffed her chest with cock, titfucking her like a common whore. Kushina felt how stretched out her top was, and with a sudden violent thrust from Hachiro, felt his tip slide up inbetween her tits and poke against her chin. She looked down, watching the violation of her own breasts.

Kushina had done this with Minato a few times, and he never lasted long. Kushina's tits engulfed his dick completely, making it disappear, but this thing…no chance. Hachiro lived out every teen's fantasy of titfucking the hottest MILF in town, balls slapping against her breasts as he she used her hands, trying to touch whatever her breasts couldn't contain. He was violent with her, squeezing and smushing her tits, using them to help jack his cock off. Her top strained and Kushina heard a tearing sound. God, he was going to tear this thing right in two if he kept going like this! She swooned, still unable to really accept the member in front of her. ”We…have to be quiet,” She said, brow furrowing up. It took effort to focus on anything except his hands on her chest and that huge mammoth cock against her body.

”Of course,” Hachiro said, voice silky and dangerous. ”We wouldn't want your son to hear me fucking his mom's tits, right?”

Kushina shook her head at the shame of such an idea. ”Oh, nooo…” She moaned, sweaty tits mashing and milking at his dick. Hachiro spoke again, demanding. ”Spit on it,” He said.