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

For the first time in quite a while, Kushina looked back up at him, dragging her eyes away from his prick. His face was contorted with the pleasure but his eyes had a forceful gleam to them. ”Spit?” She asked, seductively.

”On your big...hard...cock?” Hachiro nodded.

”Like this.” He explained, and then, he cocked his head back, lips twisting as he hawked in his mouth. With a forceful 'ptoo' he spat right in her face, a heavy, foamy white glob that stuck to her cheek, tantalizingly close to her lips. Kushina had never had a man spit on her before, and she almost got angry, until she smelled something-her own pussy juices, practiclaly gushing down her legs.

”Ah! You dirty motherfucker,” She gasped, careful to be quiet. Hachiro grinned as she glared at him, no real anger in her eyes, just passion. Holding onto her gaze, Kushina's vibrant pink tongue lashed out from her mouth, scooping up his spit and gulping it down like a tasty treat.

”Exactly.” Turning back to the task at hand, Kushina gave in incredibly quickly, gathering up saliva in her mouth and not so much spitting it out as drooling it out, letting her leaky mouth work like a faucet to lube up his cock.

The head shone with spit and bashed against her lips, sprouting up from the valley of her cleavage like some wondrous plant, giving Kushina her first taste. She flicked her tongue out, capturing the musk and aroma of his cock, spitting again and again until his dick was covered in a fine sheen.

Ass muscles flexing as he plowed Kushina's tits, Hachiro thrust harder and harder. Kushina was unprepared for the power his small teen body had, and she began to fall backwards. His cock caught in her bra, straining, cloth ripping. Kushina couldn't believe what she was seeing-she was being held up, her momentum stopped all by the strength of Hachiro's huge cock! Still, with another tear her top was half undone, it couldn't last for long. Hachiro didn't seem to care, he simply pawed at her tits, pushing her back at the same time. With a final rip, his cock tore right through her top, leaving her tits fully exposed, nipples on display in the remnants of the green fabric.

Fuck! Kushina thought, moaning in embarrassment in arousal.

”Oooh, no.” She said unconvincingly.

Hachiro moved with her, pushing her down flat on the ground with a thump. He was straddling her nearly-naked body, and she could feel his thighs against her, heavy sweaty balls resting on her skin. She looked up at him, eyes compelling, almost challenging. Faster, she seemed to be urging.

”Use my tits,” Kushina whispered, her momentary anger over him ruining her top already forgotten. She teased her nipples, nearly drooling at the feelings running through her body.

”Mom?” A chill like ice coursed through Kushina. Naruto. His voice sounded close.

”Is everything ok? I heard a crash.”

Hachiro looked down at her, dick still pumping. He raised a finger to his lips, shushing her.Kushina struggled to sound normal, and not like a little dickslut.

”Uh-everything's fine, Naruto.” She said. I'm just in here, cheating on your father like a common trashy bitch. Her hands came up off the tile and squeezed her jugs together as Hachiro ran his hands through her red hair.

Kushina practically melted at his touch, and she jiggled her tits faster. She crammed them around his dick, smushing them up and around, pushing them back and forth, before switching and raising one up and moving the other down, trying to envelop as much of Hachiro's dickflesh as possible with her chest. She may not have been as big as Tsunade or some other women in the village, but she knew how to work what she had.

”We're just finishing…Hinata's meal!” She called, unable to hide her excitement. Hachiro idly wondered who Hinata was as he focused on painting Kushina's neck and upper chest with his precome.

”Oh.” Naruto's voice was small behind the door, confused. ”Sure you're ok?”

Kushina looked up at Hachiro, gently touching one of his wrists. She pulled his hand down to her stomach, trailing it down her abdomen to just above her sopping panties. They looked less like something you might wear now and more like the bathing suit of someone fresh out of a pool.

”Yes!” Kushina snapped. ”Sit down and finish your dinner!” She shouted, the strong mother again. But just for a moment. Even as Naruto mumbled a 'sorry' and his footsteps retread, Kushina breathed a sigh of relief. And need.

”Please,” she whispered up at Hachiro. ”Play with me. Touch my pussy.” Hachiro lingered his fingers ever lower, touching the damp material, before withdrawing. She whined, bucking her hips up, desperate to be touched, to orgasm again. She knew that it would be even better with this meat-stick out and in front of her.

Hachiro merely chuckled and spat on her face again, the sound and impact like a little reprimanding strike. ”Focus, Kushina. I'm getting close.”

Kushina, blushing slightly from the humiliation of being spat on like some filthy prostitute, could tell he was right-his balls felt tighter on her chest, contracting slightly, getting ready to pump out jizz. She couldn't even imagine how much come he would shoot. But flat on her back, her face centimeters from his tip, she was slightly afraid. He was going to make an awful mess, she was sure. She was torn-some part of her wanted him to fuck her face up with his spunk, cover her and…mark his territory, she thought, like an animal.

But then she'd have to go out there covered in ballcream like some skank. In front of her teenage son, who would know his mother was shamefully letting a young man not even as old as he was use her tits to get off. ”I, I could swallow it.” Kushina offered, wanting to taste him.

Hachiro scoffed. ”I doubt it. You'd be more likely to drown on my come, Kushina.” Even as he insulted her ability to take a load-something that shouldn't really bother her and yet, really, really did-she was simple glad to hear him say her name again, it sent an electric thrill through her.

”Ok, I have an idea,” She said,suddenly perky. Hachiro merely grunted, not stopping for an instant as he railed her tits. If she didn't do something soon, it would be too late.

She held his hips, reluctantly forcing him to stop. He realized she had a point, even if he didn't care much. For the moment, he did want to keep this a secret from Naruko, as fun as it would be to tell her he'd made her mom Hachiro's little tit whore. He stood up, cock pulsing with need, close to orgasm. ”What now?” He asked, impatiently.

Kushina struggled to stand up, struggled to do anything but dip her hands down her panties and frig herself to another moaning, shuddering orgasm right in front of this bastard. Her tits jiggled and the scraps of her top fluttered in front of her. Her mind raced. A juice glass? No he'd probably overflow it.

The garbage? That would be tough to explain. The sink would work-it was perfect, really. Except that meant it would all flow away, and Kushina did not want that.

She remembered what she'd told Naruto.

”Here,” she said, desperate.She moved to the stove, where a pot was cooling. Inside was a cream soup with mushrooms, taking up less than half of the bottom of the pot. A small dish for Hinata, who didn't eat very much.

”You can come right in here.” Kushina said, taking the pot off the stove and setting it on the table, closer in height with Hachiro's crotch, pointing Hachiro's meat missile right at it.It would be a waste of food, but that was ok, Kushina thought. Hachiro looked at her, disbelieving.

”You want me to come in a pot of soup?” He asked, eyebrows raised. He was continually surprised by the depths of the Uzumaki family's depravity.

”You're a crazy little slut, huh?” She flushed scarlet at his words, but didn't dispute them. That was pretty much the right word for a woman who was pumping away at a boy's huge cock while her husband was busy working.

Eager to make him come, Kushina leaned into Hachiro's body soft tits rubbing up against his body, sticking her ass out and wiggling it so he could get a good luck. She moved her hands faster and faster, the firm skin of his dick blurred by her hands.

”Please, ” She egged him on, ”please, I want you to come. Please come for me,” She practically begged.

Hachiro threw a hand over his face, getting close. He'd just come on this bitch's daughter so recently, and she was getting ready to make him bust again. What a family of bitches!

”Fuck,” He moaned raggedly. ”Al-almost.”

Kushina cooed at this, desperate to see her stud explode for her.

She worked and pumped at him, hungry for it, and dipped her head down. Her tongue lapped out at his neck, sliding over the skin and going up behind the back of his ear. That always drove Minato crazy, she recalled, guilty as she'd ever been to be using tricks she'd learned for her husband on a boy she'd just met that day.

But it had the desired effect, and Hachiro slapped her ass again, pressing her close.

”You fucking sexy bitch, you're gonna make me nut! Urrh!” He grunted, and his cockhole dilated, veins throbbing.

There was a nasty, liquid sound as Kushina watched, breath held, enraptured by the sight. Hachiro's prick was fountaining out an enormous amount of come, splattering wetly into the soup pan. She kept jerking him the entire time, panting.

”Oh yeah, baby. Come for me. Get it all out, shoot that big fucking load for me. I wanna see every drop.” Kushina sounded just like one of Jiraiya's fictional whores, and that only turned her on more. She watched, amazed, as the soup filled up with Hachiro's come. This was a huge load, even bigger than the one he'd splattered on Naruko.

”Impossible,” Kushina whispered as Hachiro's jizz filled the pot past half way, then three quarters. It didn't look like he was going to stop any time soon. What if it overflowed? Still his moans began to grow quieter, and she hoped (and didn't at the same time, yet another internal conflict this boy provoked in her) that he would stop soon. It was so full, packed to the brim with come, that a little splashed out and got on the table. At this rate…Kushina knew what she had to do.

Tugging the last few streams out, Kushina dropped to her knees again, directing Hachiro's pulsing pisshole at her mouth. She opened wide, and sucked greedily at the tip. It was firm and heavy in her mouth, and she gulped down his come, eyes rolling back at the taste. So rich, and thick, smelling like concentrated man. No stranger to swallowing, Kushina eagerly drank from his tap, and three thick ropes of his cream raced down her throat. It was strong, like alcohol, a heady and overwhelming aroma.

”Fuuckkk.” Hachiro groaned above her.

Finally she jerked back, the cock popping out of her mouth, smiling up at him. His cock was slowly going soft in her hands. She nuzzled its length against her face.

”A dick like this deserves special attention, Hachiro.”

They were happy to stay like that for a minute, before Kushina stood up, grabbing the soup pot, heading for the sink.

”Wait.” Hachiro said. She turned to him, confused, tits still rock hard, pussy leaking. She dreamed he would finish her off with his hands-or better yet his pretty teenage lips. But he had something else in mind.

”Who's Hinata? The person that was for?” He asked, not bothering to put his cock away. Kushina couldn't believe how big and delicious it looked, even after having just burst. It was still so big, bigger than Minato had ever been, nearly as thick as her wrist and swinging like a pendulum.

She blinked, surprised. ”Oh, Hinata? She's Naruto's girlfriend.”

Hachiro looked like he thought that was funny for some reason.

”Kind of a shy little girl, but she's nice enough. She and Naruto really love each other.” Again, he looked like he was about to burst into laughter.

”Don't throw it out.” He said, commanding her yet again. Slowly she set the pot down on the sink, heavy with the weight of his come. She looked at him, wondering what was going on. He couldn't be thinking what she thought he was thinking.

Knock-knock-knock. Kushina whirled, sweaty hair flying. Not the kitchen door, too far away. It must've been the front door. Hinata!

”Quick,” She hissed, waving her arms in a frenzy at him.

”We've got to get dressed.” As Hachiro tucked his massive dick away, Kushina struggled to tear her eyes away from the bulge it made in his pants. She had been right-his zipper was extra long, going down the right side of the pants to help him haul out his meat. Fuck, what a stud.

Kushina looked down at her ripe tits, palming them absently, groaning at the sensation.

”You ripped my top in half,” She said. Not accusing. Congratulatory, impressed. Soaking with need, Kushina wondered what she was going to do.

”Use that,” Hachiro suggested, pointing at her forehead. Kushina's hand went up, following the path of his finger, and found a small piece of metal, her hairband. Just the thing for the job, but…this had been a gift from Minato, a treasured keepsake. She'd had it since before Naruto had been born, she hardly ever took it off. And now…

”Ok, ok,” She said, the smell of come and her pussy juice heavy in the kitchen air. Taking the hair pin off, she held her tits close together, working the cloth back together. It worked, sort of. Her knockers were packed in tighter than ever, with no space at all between them, a perfect sweet line of pressed together flesh. The top also hung lower, barely covering her nipples as it dipped down. It was more revealing than most swimwear, looking like something a particularly crude streetwalker would put on. Kushina thrilled at the sight and Hachiro looked on approvingly.

The kitchen door unlocked, and Naruto looked to see the pair returning, before returning his attention back to Hinata. It must have been hot in there, since they were both flushed, especially Kushina. What had taken them so long? Naruto blushed again, embarrassed at how his mother was dressed in front of his girlfriend. And even more embarrassed to have a boy whose dick he'd sucked in the room as well. He was just glad that turning back into his male form-he meant his real form, right-had taken care of the mark Hachiro had left on his face and neck. Still, his fingers came up and idly traced where the nasty fucking hickey had been. Hachiro noticed and said nothing, shaming Naruto even more.

The salad bowl barely hid Kushina's tits, and as she set it down, even Hinata gasped slightly. ”Oh, Uzumaki-san. Thank you again for inviting me.” Why was Naruto's mother dressed so revealingly? Hinata preferred to stay covered, though that was hard with her figure. Her breasts had always been large for her age, and lately they had swelled up even bigger. Her jacket couldn't remained closed, and her mesh top was visible. Hinata smiled at the boy she didn't recognize, inclining her head to him.

”Hello, I am Hinata Hyuga. It is good to meet you,” She said, polite and calm. She had no idea the kind of nasty fuckery that had gone down in this house just moments before.

”I'm Hachiro.” He said, giving her a casual little wave. This chick was pretty, but he barely noticed her face. He was mostly just looking at those tits. They were even bigger than Naruko's. Kushina noticed this and tried to hide the jealously and anger from her face. She had always liked Hinata, but did the busty bitch have to dress like that?

”Nice to meet you, Hachiro-san.” Hinata said. Then her eyes narrowed, and she blushed.

”Ah, Uzumaki-san, you have…uh…something.” She pointed. ”Is that…cream soup?”

Kushina handled the situation far better than her son had not so long ago. She made eye contact with Hachiro, her hands clasped in front of her crotch. Kushina thought it made her look more modest, but while it did cover the shameful wet spots all over her panties, it only pressed her breasts even closer together.

”Yup!” The MILF said cheerily. ”We-I-made soup for you!” Her tongue darted out, scooping out the 'cream'. It tasted so damn good. She made a show of it, swirling her tongue about her lips, darting at the droplets of come-there were far more than she thought, all that backsplatter from Hachiro's massive load- and then dragging them back down behind her mouth. Kushina swallowed audibly, trying to impress her young lover. He seemed to be giving her about 60% of his attention.

Finally Kushina got the last drop, pooping her tongue back in her mouth. She smacked her lips and sighed. ”Ooh, so tasty.” She said, letting out a few heaving, breast jiggling breaths. Hachiro did spare her rack a good long lingering glance, at least.

She noticed that Naruto and Hinata were staring. ”Sorry,” Kushina blushed, putting a hand daintily in front of her mouth. ”Cooking can be really messy sometimes.”

To Be Continued...