Chapter 184: Mother [4] 18+

Kael hooked her legs over his shoulders and drove deeper. The angle forced her hips up off the mattress, folding her almost in half so every thrust hit the end of her. Kushina’s breath came out in short, broken bursts against his mouth. He kept kissing her between strokes, swallowing the sounds she tried to hold back.

"Mother... mother..." The words slipped out of him low and rough, right against her lips. Her eyes squeezed shut. The stretch was too much and exactly enough at the same time. Wet sounds filled the quiet room—schlick, schlick—each time he pulled almost out and sank back in to the root.

"Ah... ah... Naruto..." Her voice cracked. She tried to push at his chest but her arms had no strength left. Her body was already shaking, inner walls fluttering hard around him. He felt it and only pressed harder, hips rolling in a steady, relentless rhythm.

"I’m about to cum." His voice was tight.

"Do it outside. Please." Panic threaded through the plea. "I don’t want to get pregnant by my son."

Kael held still for one heartbeat, buried to the hilt, then pulled free. Hot ropes of cum striped across her stomach and the soft undersides of her breasts. The sight of it, white against her flushed skin, dragged another broken moan out of her. Her own orgasm hit a second later—hips jerking, thighs clamping around nothing, a long, high "ahhhh" spilling from her throat while her fingers twisted in the sheets.

He stayed kneeling between her open legs, chest heaving, watching her ride it out. When her eyes finally opened he gave her a slow, knowing look.

"You say you don’t want it, but your body is loving it."

Kushina turned her face away, breathing hard. Cum cooled on her skin. "Okay... now go back to your room."

"I’m not done yet."

He caught her wrists before she could roll away and flipped her onto her stomach in one smooth motion. The mattress dipped under his weight as he stretched out over her back. One hand pinned both of hers above her head; the other slid under her hip and lifted just enough for him to notch the head of his still-hard cock against her entrance again.

"By the time your husband comes back," he murmured against the shell of her ear, "you’ll be fully mine."

"Naruto... he’s your father."

The sharp crack of his palm against her ass cut the protest short. She gasped.

"Shut up, Mom."

He pushed in from behind in one long, unhurried stroke. The new angle was different—shallower at first, then deeper once he settled his weight. Her body opened for him even while her mouth kept forming the word no. He braced his forearms on either side of her shoulders and started moving, slow and deep, the way that made every inch drag against her front wall.

"We said... it was the last time..." Her voice was muffled against the pillow.

"Just take it."

He kept the pace steady, hips rolling rather than slamming. Each thrust pressed her clit into the sheets. The wet sound of their bodies meeting grew louder. Kushina’s protests turned into soft, rhythmic "uh... uh... uh..." that matched every push. He kissed the back of her neck, the curve of her shoulder, the place just behind her ear where her pulse hammered.

After long minutes he shifted again, rolling them onto their sides without ever pulling out. Her top leg bent at the knee; he hooked his own leg over it and drove in from behind once more. One arm slid under her head so she could rest against his biceps. The other hand reached around and cupped a full breast, thumb stroking lazily across the nipple while he fucked her in short, grinding strokes.

The position left almost no space between them. Every breath she took pressed her back tighter to his chest. He could feel the way her body clenched when he hit a particularly deep spot, the tiny involuntary tilt of her hips that asked for more even while she whispered stop. He ignored the words and chased the feeling instead—slow, thorough, relentless.

Time stretched. The only sounds in the room were the soft schlick of him moving inside her, the slap of skin when he thrust a little harder, and the broken little moans she couldn’t swallow. He never rushed. He simply stayed buried, rocking into her, one hand roaming from breast to hip to the place where they joined so he could feel himself disappearing into her again and again.

Kushina’s second orgasm built slower this time, a heavy wave that started low in her belly and rolled outward until her whole body went tight. She came with a long, shuddering "nngh... ahhh..." that left her trembling in his arms. He held still through it, kissing the side of her throat, murmuring low praise against her skin while her walls pulsed around him.

He still hadn’t finished inside her. That was deliberate. He wanted her to feel every inch for as long as possible, wanted the stretch and the heat and the slow drag to rewrite whatever resistance she still clung to. When her breathing finally evened out he started moving again—same deep, measured rhythm, same quiet intensity.

Outside the window the village slept. Inside the room Kael kept his mother pinned against him, cock buried to the hilt, and worked her open one careful thrust at a time.

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