KG: I imagine if you're still reading this then you know what this will turn into. But just in case, I will warn this is Pseudo Incest/Incest Roleplay or however you want to claim it, and will become real incest down the line. If such things do not fit with you then you are more than welcome to leave and never speak of this fic again.

KG: Now if you're asking why I'm doing this, well it's more out of impulse. I rewatched Road to Ninja and...upon seeing some other Naruto episodes, I...got hit in the feels pretty damn hard. Now as for why it's a smut fic, well...it's just so we're all aware of what it is. We're also aware of what it isn't. So let's be real about it. Also Yes, I know Road to Ninja is not Canon but for the sake of the fic just roll with it. Good? Good. Again, if not your cup of tea then you are allowed to leave.

WARNING: PSEUDO INCEST, WILL BECOME REAL INCEST LATER!

Music of the Month: My Home (Naruto Shippuden OST) by Yasuharu Takanashi.

Quote: "A mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them," by Victor Hugo.

"Because...I'm sorry for all I did," Came the quiet, yet sincerely apologies from Haruno Sakura, kunoichi of Konohagakure no Sato, and female member of team seven. She hugged her parents, Kizashi and Mebuki Haruno, the tears flowing down her face. The world which she and Naruto had journeyed to, she had no understood. She now understood the threatening pain of loneliness and isolation. She hugged them as if they would disappear from her very view. She did not say it often but she truly did love her parents.

Behind her, watching the scene unfold was her teammate, friend, and comrade, Uzumaki Naruto. The blonde stared at the scene before him, his thoughts in conflict. Yes, he was happy to have Sakura reunited with her parents. He was happy...that she was happy, but...did he not deserve to be happy for himself as well? He thought he did. Yet, the underlying feelings of resentment threatened to make him cry.

Sakura might have thought he didn't hear her, but he had. When she argued with him about her parents, she had claimed that Sasuke would have understood how she felt. Yes, because Naruto did not have parents to lose then he did not know how she felt. Even then, EVEN THEN...she did not know how HE felt. How...how dare she claim he not know what she felt.

He had experienced it, the love of parents, the thrilling of waiting for someone to welcome him home, and the joys of a warm household. Now, that was all gone. For others, he once again gave of himself. So that others might find peace, he was denied his own. As Sakura cried, he could feel his own heart breaking. That type of love, he missed it. WHAT DID SHE KNOW OF GIVING UP ANYTHING?!

Birthdays were supposed to be something special. Yet, if he were honest, he never felt that way for any of them. His face tightened. He wanted to walk away from this scene. He wanted to go off and remember the times which made him happy, no matter how fleeting they had been. He wanted to scream, cry, and even some small part wanted to curse them all out.

Yet, he could not do this. He was Uzumaki Naruto. He was the boy who could and would do anything to keep people happy. If he wasn't smiling, then how could he expect them to? So, no matter how much it hurt, he pushed through the pain and smiled.

"By the way, Sakura-chan, how about you go on a proper date with me now?" Naruto asked. His smile wide and bright, or...at least he hoped it was. Even now, his heart felt like it was breaking. How long? How long was he supposed to keep up this smile? How long was he supposed to keep up this act? How long...did he have to keep giving?

He watched her wipe away her tears and face him. Both her parents smiled, but slowly...the face of Mebuki Haruno slowly fell. "What are you talking about?! I just went on a long date with you!" She claimed, no heat within her words when she normally rejected him. Keep smiling Naruto. You...had to...keep smiling! Be goofy! Be...you!

"That was a date?!" He asked comically. He walked Sakura and her father laugh at his antics, but Sakura's mother was not so amused. She had heard her daughter talk about the blonde many times and how she was irritated with him and the stupid things he did. Yet, the times that Mebuki saw him...he always seemed on the verge of depression. Behind that warm smile, she could see in his eyes an unending pain which threatened to take him over. In fact, she could see the tears barely holding themselves behind his eyelids.

Before she could inquire, Mebuki was turned around with Kizashi and Sakura waving him goodbye. The blonde woman watched him wave them goodbye, but...she could not break the nagging feeling within her. As much as she loved her daughter, and always would, she couldn't help the sudden rise in concern when she saw the young man's retreating form. Within the pit of her chest, uneasiness festered.

Back home, Mebuki sat at her family's kitchen table, a cup of hot tea in her palms. Her fingers tapped it over and over. "Mom, what are you doing? Shouldn't you be getting ready for bed?" Sakura asked. Her mother had been in this state of silence ever since they got home. Despite Sakura's many apologies, it seemed as if her mother was in her own world.

"Say Sakura, isn't today your friend's birthday? Did you get him anything?" Mebuki asked.

Sakura paused in her walk up the stairs. Had it been Naruto's birthday? With everything that had gone on she had completely forgotten about it. Why didn't he say anything?

"Oh, you might be right. Well, I'll just treat him to ramen tomorrow or something. He practically breathes the stuff. Goodnight Mom!" Sakura said. She did not hear Mebuki reply to her. For some time, Mebuki sat at the table constantly thinking over the dilemma within her. Honestly, such a hardworking boy, especially the Hero of Konoha shouldn't have worn such a defeated, lost, and saddened face.

Plus, from what Sakura was telling her then Naruto didn't have a proper balanced diet. That wasn't good. Then again, considering he had no parental guidance in the early stages of his life that might make up something for it. Mebuki didn't like it. She did not hate Naruto. Granted, she was...cautious whenever he was present. Yes, perhaps it had been a bit of village fear culture on her part, but she had quickly come to see him what the kind, endearing young man who constantly tried to woo her daughter.

Honestly, Mebuki never saw what Sakura saw in that criminal, Uchiha Sasuke. Then again, they say love makes you stupid. "Even Sakura forgot it was her friend's birthday. I wonder if anyone wished him well on this special day. Maybe...maybe I should buy him a present? I could say it came from Kizashi and myself, but...would he find it weird that I would show an interest in his birthday now when I hadn't previously? A young, strapping man like him should be smiling much brighter. But...what do young men like? I've never gone shopping for any of Sakura's male friends," Mebuki thought.

Perhaps a simple thank you and a leisurely gift would suffice. She hoped the young man would appreciate her sentiments. Even if he lived alone, she hoped he would at least now understand that there were people. Maybe that would also help stop this nagging, clenching feeling in her chest. She finished her tea and went to bed.

The next morning, Mebuki exhaled. She then folded her arms. "Maybe I should stop giving Kizashi a hard time about presents. This isn't as easy as I thought it was going to be. Sakura said he likes ramen, but I don't wanna give him something anyone would give him. Plus, it's so unhealthy!"

Mebuki released a breath. The sun high in the sky, she lost count of how many stores she visited. Try as they might, there was not a lot of help to be offered. It was rather embarrassing when she told them the gift was for a young man that...wasn't her son. The insinuations behind them were enough to make her forget her plans as they were, but she did not do this. That constantly nagging feeling within her told her that if she did then she would end up regretting it.

Mebuki sat on a park bench. "Maybe I should ask Yoshino-san what she would get for her son. It's better than the aimless walking I've been doing," She said to herself as she watched children play in the park.

"Mebuki Haruno-san? What are you doing here?"

Hearing her name called, Mebuki looked up from the ground and noticed Iruka Umino in front of her. She offered a welcoming smile. "Ah Iruka-sensei. It's been awhile. I haven't seen you since the academy graduation for Sakura. I hope you are doing well," she replied back with as much good nature as she could feel for today.

Iruka smiled. "Yes, the children are a terrible force to control, but I have been handling it well. Is something wrong? You seemed distracted," the academy teacher stated. Mebuki's mouth thinned and she sighed again for who knows the numbered time today. Oh well, they say its better to talk your problems out than keep them bottled up.

"Hmm, a present for Naruto? Come to think of it, he has been rather down recently. I...think I had a hand in that. I might have said too much and I...didn't make it up with him. I think he was upset when I denied that I would recommend him for the Jonin position," Iruka said, a scratch to his cheek when he remembered the thought.

Mebuki blinked. "He is not Jonin material even though he is the Hero of Konoha?" she asked. Iruka cleared his throat upon her question. Yes, he knew it was odd as well, but it was not that simple. People had to understand that.

"No Mebuki-san. There is an order to these things. One goes from Genin, to Chunin, and then to Jonin. No one is exempt from this. Not even prodigies like Yondaime-sama, Kakashi Hatake, nor Uchiha Itachi, themselves. They all had to rise through the ranks normally. We treat everyone equally." Iruka said which gave Mebuki pause.

Iruka exhaled. "I know where he's coming from. He's sad. Naruto's birthday was yesterday and he's the only one who had to spent it alone while you all were praising and congratulating your children. It must have hurt him deeply only reminding him of what he could have had and what he still doesn't. I didn't make it any better," Iruka explained.

Mebuki's frown deepened. This feeling of discomfort only grew with Iruka's words. Though not always showcased, Mebuki was a kind woman. She did not wish discomfort on anyone. She remembered being so happy for Sakura and the success of their mission. The other parents were pleased as well, yet...one person was never on the receiving end of that praise.

Mebuki tightened her fists. She knew what present she could give him now. She exhaled and stood to her feet. "I see. I can't say you did the most appropriate thing Iruka-san, but I know what to do now!" Mebuki said. Before Iruka could even ask, he watched her run off bidding him farewell. Iruka could only wave as he watched her leave. What...had he done?

-x-

Mebuki exhaled. Thankfully, her daughter had been to Naruto's apartment enough times that she was able to provide instruction. Though dancing around Sakura's question of why Mebuki wanted to even see Naruto was rather hard, but...doable in the end. She appeared before his door and cleared her throat. "Come to think of it. This is the first time I've ever been to a friend of Sakura's on my own," Mebuki thought. She cleared her throat once more.

Mebuki then knocked on Naruto's door. "Naruto? Naruto-san? It's Mebuki Haruno!" The mother of Sakura called from in front of the door. She waited outside for an answer, but she did not receive one. She wondered if it was possible that he had gone out. If he had then perhaps it would be best if she tried this another time. He lived alone. It wasn't as if...he had someone waiting for him to come home to.

The blonde woman shook her head. She then knocked again. "Naruto-san! Are you home?" She asked. The silence seemed prevalent even more this time and she was ready to walk away before she heard the lock to the door begin to turn. Very quickly, Mebuki was staring at Uzumaki Naruto. The surprise on his face was evident.

"Eh? Sakura's Kaa-chan? What are you doing here?" Naruto asked. Mebuki couldn't resist smiling. The shining innocence in the young lad was so refreshing. She held up a bag full of supplies.

"May I come in?" she asked. She didn't wait for his answer. Mebuki moved across the door before Naruto could stop her and she stepped inside. To say that she was shocked was...pointless.

Naruto closed the door behind them and he quickly noticed the displeasure on Mebuki's face. "Naruto-san! This place is filthy! Do you never clean?!" she asked. Dirty dishes in the sink, clothes scattered across the floor. Truth be told, it was not as filthy as Mebuki was believing it to be, but for her...it might as well have been a haven for the homeless.

She then grabbed him by his ear. "Ow! Ow! Mebuki-san! That hurts dattebayo!" Naruto claimed while she ushered him into the living room. She then placed her hands on her hips and puffed out her chest.

"Before I do any sort of explaining as to why I'm here, you're going to help me clean up this apartment! I can't believe you live like this! You're a young adult. You should have better habits than this," She criticized.

"B-But…,"

"NO BUTS! CLEAN! NOW!" She firmly told him, a dangerous glint in her eyes. Naruto did not want to know the consequences of that glare so...he quickly got to work. If nothing else he saw where Sakura got her abrasiveness. He quickly began picking up his clothes, and tools which he had scattered along his floor. However, he was not in the best mood and mumbled.

"What are you? My mother?" Naruto asked. He didn't hope for a reply.

Meanwhile, Mebuki set her bag on Naruto's table and rolled up her sleeves. While he did that, she would clean his dishes. It was just too much to take sitting down or standing up. With soap and dishwater, she cleaned the dishes and placed them neatly in the upper cabinets and lower cabinets. At least those were neatly stacked.

She also watched Naruto neatly put his clothes away in the hamper and any random tools were neatly assorted. She could tell that he had been less than receiving of her harsh critique, but she couldn't stand the mess. This was not bound to change especially for the man who liked her daughter.

While Naruto worked, she opened his refrigerator. "Well, at least this is normal. Not too many sugar foods. I see vegetables, water, and plenty of other nutritious options. I can work with all of this!" Mebuki thought. She quickly nodded.

"Naruto! I'm borrowing your kitchen area! From the look of your living room, I would guess the rest of your abode isn't much better. Get cleaning! And, I'd better not see you goofing off! Also you're not allowed in your kitchen for the next...six hours! Shoo shoo, go away!" She playfully. A mischievous smile on her face. Naruto grimaced, but quickly made himself scarce unable to cope with what was currently happening around him.

So...for the next six hours from early afternoon to late afternoon, Naruto cleaned up his room, his bathroom and his closets in hoping to not incur the wrath of the mother of his teammate. Once he was done, he tried to make sense of why Sakura's mother was in his house. He had only met her a handful of times and they weren't even that memorable. Was Sakura pulling some kind of prank on him? She wasn't really known for that type of thing.

"She never did answer my question dattebayo! Should I ask her again? But she told me not to leave," Naruto thought. He had met many fearsome women. He didn't want to risk that...again. He wished he could at least train. If nothing else, it would get rid of the lonely feelings that he had from yesterday. No one had been there to greet him upon him coming home like he had expected. It wasn't like him to wallow in self-pity, but...he really wanted to be alone.

"Can...can I come out now?" Naruto asked. As soon as he opened his bedroom door, his nose was instantly assaulted by the smell of many flavors of food. His stomach instantly growled. He had only now been aware that he hadn't eaten anything after all the work he had done.

"Not yet! I'll call you when you ca...actually take a shower! Everything will be done soon anyway. I want you freshly dressed!" Mebuki called. Naruto grumbled, but he found himself complying. He stepped into his shower and spent the next twenty minutes having hot water running on him.

Once this was done, he stepped into his bedroom and grabbed some decent clothes for himself that he would wear around the house. He sat on his bed. This was ridiculous. This was his house. Even if it was Sakura's mom, she didn't have the right to barge in here.

He stood to his feet and made for his door. "Alright, you can come now!" She called. Naruto huffed and opened his door. He noticed a picture with an arrow on it. It pointed forward. He found more and more and all of them were leading him back to his living room. Plus, he noticed it was dark. Yet...the aroma of food was not gone from his nose.

It was so dark, he nearly tripped from an unknown wire. "What's going on here?! This has to be a prank. Well, I'm going to have the last laugh! Just you wait Sakura!" Naruto claimed. He entered the living room. His guard up.

Suddenly the lights blasted open which made him cover his eyes. "What the…," Naruto called before the sounds of snapping, cracking, and popping assaulted his ears. He slowly opened his eyes.

"Happy Belated Birthday, Sochi!" Mebuki called, a wide smile on her face. Naruto stood stunned as he stared at his table filled with home cooked food. He stared at the party banisters which read 'To My Loved Son.' He stared at the drinks, the plates, and the scattered party favors. He stared in utter silence as Mebuki held an exploding party streamer. Her face looked so bright like it was of the sun. Her eyes stared at his own.

"It's your birthday, right? How could I forget my own son's birthday? I hope you're hungry after all of the work Kaa-chan made you do. A special young man deserves a special feast!" she said. She then moved from the table and grabbed Naruto's arm. She led him to the table.

At the center of all the food she made was a single cake expressing a happy birthday from a mother to a son. Mebuki sat Naruto in his chair and quickly hugged him. "Mebuki-san, what is…," he was stopped when Mebuki put a hand over his mouth.

"It's not Mebuki this week, Sochi! It's Kaa-chan. Get it wrong and I'll have to punish you. Now, don't let my food get cold! It's your special day after all. Sorry I forgot yesterday. I was busy getting everything prepared," she said.

Naruto sat in utter silence. The candles for his sixteenth birthday glowed brightly underneath his eyes. They glowed just like...the time he and his father had celebrated his mother's birthday. He closed his eyes and balled his fists. "What...what is this…? Is this some kind of joke?" Naruto asked.

Mebuki sat across from him. "Joke? Now come on Sochi. I know we haven't spent much time together, but I don't think I can't celebrate my son's birthday," Mebuki claimed. Naruto stared at her in utter shock. Confusion the apparent state of how he felt.

"But...but what about Sakura-chan? What about your husband, Kizashi? You should…," Naruto wanted to continue, but he was stopped by another hand. Mebuki shook her head. She then placed her head in her hands and her elbows on the table.

"Oooh Sakura, is this a new girl that's stolen my son's heart. No! She's going to steal him away from me. You should introduce me to her at some point," Mebuki said, the same smile still upon her face.

The blonde genin was silent. He...he was not able to explain what was going on in front of him. This...this was the greatest thing anyone had ever done for him. Yet, he couldn't deprive Sakura of her own family. That...just went against everything he believed in. But...but…

"But...what about…,"

"Shhhh. Now are you going to blow out your candles and make a wish or not?" The blonde mother asked. Naruto looked down at the cake. He then looked up at her. His face scrunched up. He then closed his eyes. Mebuki's eyes softened as she watched the tears fall from his face and to his lap. The pain that had been in her chest slowly faded into nothingness as she watched him stare at the feast before him.

"Come on! Stop crying. You were out all day yesterday, I didn't even get the chance to welcome you home. Welcome home, Sochi!" Mebuki said. Naruto stared at her. His eyes wide with his belief before he looked down at his cake. Try as he might, he could feel his spirit weakening. A dream, a temporary dream. That...was all this was.

Yet, he took a big breath and flew the flames of the candles away. Mebuki laughed as she clapped her hands for him. Naruto suddenly laughed with her, a smile plastered on his face. He then began laughing as well. Though, whether he was laughing from elation or laughing from the feeling of sadness which was slowly being ripped away from him.

Naruto and Mebuki laughed in the blonde genin's apartment as she sliced him a piece of cake. She handed him a place and even began fixing him more food to eat. Naruto made sure to try everything she had made at least once. Both toasted with a glass of cider to his birthday. Over and over, Mebuki lived the dream of Naruto's mother and Naruto as her son. Not once did she allow him to call her by her given name.

Into the night they laughed. Mebuki offered Naruto presents in the form of shirts, and kunai sets that any aspiring shinobi would appreciate. Naruto accepted them all. He really didn't have much of a choice. This feeling. This sense of want. This sense of purpose. A dream, an illusion it might be, but...here Naruto had someone to welcome him home. Maybe...that was what he always wanted. Someone...to laugh with him. Someone...to celebrate these days with him. He...liked them. He did not know it, but...so did Mebuki.

Slowly, the laughter died down as night settled in the sky. Mebuki continued to smile as she handed a dish for drying to Naruto. Despite how hard she tried to get him to back down, he claimed that is was the least he could do for his...mother who had worked so hard to cook for him. A real charmer this one was. Honestly, she did not understand what he daughter saw in other men. A keeper was right here.

She washed dishes and Naruto dried them until they were both finished. "So...I guess I'll be seeing you tomorrow?" Naruto asked. Mebuki looked at him and chuckled.

"And what are you talking about, Sochi? I live here. Are you kicking me out?" Mebuki asked. However the weight of this meaning quickly made her realize the path that she would go down...and where it might lead others.

"N-No, it's just. There is only one bed, Kaa-chan," Naruto said. Mebuki paused. Suddenly, her hands paused in their washing. Yes, she had...forgotten about that in her excitement and the party. No matter what, she was still a married woman. No matter how much she wished to give Naruto what he might have needed, it was much too risky for her to behave this way. But...Mebuki Haruno did not take promises and oaths lightly. This...had not been a part of her plans.

It was obvious this statement had made things rather awkward until both stood in Naruto's bedroom. Mebuki looked around. At least the place was clean.

"Umm, look. You can take the bed. I'll go sleep in the living room. You gave me the greatest birthday I've ever had...Kaa-chan. I can't let you sleep anywhere else since its so late," Naruto claimed.

Mebuki smiled. Well, say what she might, he had at least been raised enough to respect the boundaries of men and women. Yet, that idea did not sit well with Mebuki if only because...a special day should not end with someone sleeping on the cold, hard, unforgiving floor. She has tried so hard to plan this on him having a great birthday. Who would ask for an ending such as that?

Plus, it was only for a week. Surely nothing could happen between them that might risk her marriage in a week. In addition, from what Sakura had told her mother, Naruto could be rather...dense sometimes concerning a certain Hyuuga girl. Perhaps this would end with them both feeling satisfied...and fulfilled. Plus, Mebuki hadn't bought any...sleeping clothes for she had, again, not planned for this.

Mebuki stole a glance at him and her chest clenched. His loneliness was so much deeper than she thought. She could already see him regressing back with the sad smile. No doubt he wished something like today could continue forever. How far...did this promise take her?

Mebuki exhaled and turned around. "This...this is our home, Sochi. If I can't trust my son then who could I trust? Let's prepare for bed!" Mebuki said, and judging by the look on his face, Naruto was not sure he heard her.

"W-What?! We can't do that! I appreciate everything you've done for me today, Meb...Kaa-chan, but I can in good conscience do something like that," Naruto claimed. However, he watched Mebuki sit on the bed.

"Keep to your side Sochi and I will keep to mine. Simple!" Mebuki said. Though she was not as confident as she sounded. For sleep attire, she, with Naruto's permission, took some of his clothes and changed in his bathroom.

Naruto sat on his bed. Either this was the most elaborate prank anyone had ever pulled on him...or he was still stuck in the dream world that Uchiha Madara had sent him to. Why would Sakura's mother go so far for him? Again, they were not close and the times he had seen her she was as cautious of him as the rest of the village. Why...would she do this? What...did she have to gain? Naruto didn't get it.

Suddenly the lights were turned off. Mebuki sat on the bed and opened the covers. Naruto watched her climb into the bed and rest her head on the spare pillow he had. Naruto swallowed the lump in his throat. "I...I still don't think…," a finger stopped him.

"What happens in our home, stays in our home, Sochi. Good night," Mebuki said. She then turned around and pulled the sheets over her body. Naruto was left dumbfounded, but...he found himself getting in the bed as well. He turned over onto his side. He looked out the window. He then closed his eyes. Despite the doubts, despite what troubles it might bring, despite how he felt regarding the situation before him, the bed he shared had never been warmer. Despite how improper it was, Naruto's smile widened.

Into the night, Mebuki slowly opened her eyes. Judging by the blinking alarm clock on Naruto's nightstand, it was nearly a quarter to three. Mebuki would have to go back home to pick up some supplies if she was going to follow through with her vow to be Naruto's mother for a week. Sakura and Kizashi could manage without her for a week. Still, this felt nice. Mebuki never told Kizashi, but...she always did want a son.

"Erm...Kaa...chan,"

Mebuki shivered when she felt Naruto's breath upon the nape of her neck. Unease exploded through her body. She turned her gaze and she noticed that Naruto had turned around. His face nigh inches from being buried in her scuff of her neck. He seemed to be mumbling and Mebuki had to hazard a guess that the rest of his body was angled with her own.

She was proven right when she felt his chest press against her back. His legs entangled with her own. The mother of Haruno Sakura swallowed the lump in her throat. "Is he...dreaming?" Mebuki thought. She tried to slowly untangle him from her, but she froze when his arms wrapped around her and he held her as close as possible to his body.

"What am I doing? I'm a married woman and mother in bed with a teenage boy. If anyone sees me tomorrow, I just know rumors are going to circulate. I...I'm sorry, Naruto, but I'll have to take my leave. I hope I gave you a great birthday," Mebuki also thought before she managed to untangle her legs from Naruto's. She slowly tried to slide out of the bed, but then she felt Naruto's grip tighten.

"Naruto? Naruto, you have to wake up," Mebuki called. She placed her hands on his arms. He was...much stronger than she thought.

"Plea...se. Do...n't...leave...me. Kaa-chan, Tou-chan. I...miss...you," Naruto mumbled. The sounds of his light breathing filled Mebuki's ears. Her legs stopped just short of the bed. Don't turn around, Mebuki. Do not...make it harder than it had to be. For if she turned around, then she was sure that she would never leave.

"I'll...be...good," Naruto claimed.

Mebuki...turned around. She saw the tears which fell from his eyes. The maternal instincts which had grown from within her were incapable of being restrained. Mebuki fully turned the rest of her body to him. She pulled her legs back under the covers. Curse her instincts as a mother, but...the sight of his tears broke her heart. The Hero of Konoha, rewards, titles and praise were nice, but what could they compare to the pride of parents who were not longer there to acknowledge his efforts.

"Oh you. Young men shouldn't be crying at this age," Mebuki said. She felt Naruto's arms trap her, but she did not mind. She felt his legs tangle with her own again. She exhaled. She wrapped her arms around him as well. She saw his face scrunch up in discomfort for a moment.

The blonde woman wondered what the problem was before she exhaled in shock of a long, hard appendage caressing her thighs. Mebuki was glad it was dark as Naruto might have seen how red her face was from this realization. She tried to forget about it, but from Naruto's dream-like state came his body's response. He kept moving as if to chase after the ghosts in the night realm of his mind. The friction caused by him was sending the signals to his body thus creating the erection that was heating up the outer sides of her thighs.

Despite herself, Mebuki bit her lower lip. "Come to think of it, I understand that he was the student of Jiraiya-sama. The man was known to be the biggest pervert across the elemental nations. His sexual education must have been completely warped," Mebuki assumed. She clutched him a bit harder in the hopes that it would bring his movements to a halt, but it only seemed to further emphasis his hardness to her.

Kami, Mebuki felt terrible, but it was clear her husband had not the girth or hardness that Naruto currently had, even when Kizashi was younger. Not to say that he wasn't a great lover, but...how could he compare?

Mebuki felt her breath growing short and her thighs rubbed together which only served to create more friction between herself and the blonde young man in her embrace. She panted into his hair while he furiously moved his hips. His grunts of discomfort were quickly reaching her ears. "Kaa...chan. Kaa...chan," Naruto called.

Mebuki slowly nodded. She slid her hand down Naruto's arm and then it rested on his chest. Sakura's mother took in a breath. Her thoughts and actions were a constant haze, but the cry of a boy for motherly attention fueled her movements. She touched his chest. She could feel his rapidly beating heart and, before the rationality of her mind could take hold, she slipped her hand down into his boxers.

Not even a second later, she felt the burning tip of his cock against her palm. Its wondrous head flicked against her soft skin. Her free hand brushed his blonde hair. "Shhh. Shhh, Kaa-chan isn't going anywhere you silly boy. You need to stop crying. Kaa-chan is here for you," Mebuki replied.

She moved her hand up and down the length of his growing erection. Naruto's face contorted in pleasure from her ministrations. Her nails gently clawed the back and front of his pulsating male genital area. Such a big, strong cock she held. So full of life and vitality. Her big, strong son. Yes, it was a mother's duty to tend to the needs of her son.

"Look at you, Sochi. You think I'll leave you? How are you going to chase me with this thing? Does Kaa-chan's hand feel good? You're momma's special little boy, Naru-chan. You didn't think you received all of your presents, did you? This is Kaa-chan's special service," Mebuki said huskily. Her breath was hot and her thoughts were gone from her mind. Any attempts of rationalizing her act were for naught.

Naruto's breathing tickled her neckline which aroused her nipples. Through the fabric of the shirt she borrowed from Naruto, her breasts tips pointed outwards into his chest. Naruto released a small moan while Mebuki kissed the top of his head. She could feel Naruto's hips starting to move impatiently, and she found herself smiling despite her growing lust.

The improper, and immoral act of not only fighting the vows of her marriage, but also of the world they found themselves toying in was making her dizzy, yet aroused as well. Her thumb pressured his cockhead while the rest of her fingers massaged the veins of his length.

"Kaa-chan loves you, Naru-chan. You're making Kaa-chan so happy. Look at how hard you are. What are you hoping for? Do you still need your mother? Your mother is so proud of you. Knowing my son finds me attractive. I love you. I have always loved you," Mebuki continued to say.

Like fire, each word seem to make him more anxious. She could feel the lewdy stickiness from his heated organ between her fingers. She could feel her arousal dripping from between her thighs. How immoral. How lewd were they being? Her legs traced his legs and her feet tickled his toes.

Then, Mebuki wrapped her entire hand around Naruto's cock. She rubbed it up and down just like she would have done for her forgotten husband. "Cum, Naru-chan. Cum for momma. Cum for Kaa-chan. My special little boy. I promise I'm not going to leave you alone. You have been so good to me. You with this lewd cock of yours. Do you want to fuck Kaa-chan? Show Kaa-chan how much cum you would release inside her if you fucked her," Mebuki encouraged.

Her grip moved faster and faster. Yet at the same time it kept a balance of gentleness and firmness. Naruto clenched his teeth, but Mebuki didn't slow her pace. She leaned in close to his ear. "You're fucking your mother's hand right now. Do you like Kaa-chan's handjob? It's for you my son. My beautiful, beautiful little man." She claimed. She could feel his cock twitching from the electrical shocks of pleasure being sent from his brain to his nerves below. She bit her lip when she felt it tighten.

"Yes, cum for me. Cum for your Kaa-chan, Naruto-kun. I'm right here. Kaa-chan will accept all of the love you have for her. Go on. Cum. Cum all over me," she said and Naruto placed his head into her chest. He pumped his legs and she could feel the warm flow of liquid shoot from his cock and into her waiting hand. His forehead was covered in sweat and his pants were heard in her ears. Yet, Mebuki kept stroking until she was sure he was satisfied.

Naruto gently wrapped his arms around her while Mebuki withdrew her hand. She reached for Naruto's lampstand and pulled out a piece of tissue. In her lust, she looked at her hand. In the moonlight it was fully covered in the white liquid which had come from her act with her fellow blonde. She then wiped it off and threw the tissue in the trash can.

As Naruto slept, his face still against her chest, Mebuki wrapped her arms around his head. "Happy birthday, Sochi. Sleep tight," she said. She closed her eyes and fell asleep as well, her legs intertwined with his own, her chest against his chest, and her head resting on top of his sun-kissed hair.

KG: Again, this is just a side project for me personally. Just take it for what it is. A smut fic with psuedo-incest. Granted it will have actually incest down the line, but I think we all were aware of that. Now for those who will eventually ask, yes the other mothers are going to be involved.

KG: Anyway, that's it for now. Stay Breezy, protect what's important to you, review, and SEND ME CREAM SODA! (also please don't tell my wife about this plz. xD)