Chapter 77: Kushina [6] (18+)

The water still ran over them when Kael realized the erection had not faded. Even after the thick release between Kushina’s breasts his cock stood rigid against his stomach, the head dark and sensitive. He looked down at her. She sat on the low stool, chest rising and falling hard, wet red hair sticking to her shoulders and the upper curves of her breasts. Soap and cum mixed on her skin in cloudy trails. The sight of her fully naked and still breathing heavily from the effort of moving her breasts for him pushed the last of his restraint aside.

"Mom. Open your mouth."

Kushina’s eyes widened. Before she could answer he stepped closer, took her jaw in one hand, and pushed the thick head of his cock past her lips in one steady motion. The wet heat of her mouth closed around him. Kushina made a muffled sound of shock. Her hands rose to his thighs, not quite pushing, not quite accepting.

Gluck... gluck...

It was the first time anything had ever been inside her mouth like this. She had never done it for Minato. The sudden stretch of her lips, the heavy weight on her tongue, the clean taste of soap and skin—all of it arrived at once. Her eyes watered. She tried to pull back, but Kael’s hand stayed firm on her jaw.

"Ngh—"

He began to move, short shallow thrusts that rubbed the head against the roof of her mouth. Kushina’s glare met his. Confusion and something close to fear flickered across her face. This was not the son who had asked for help the night before. The calm, almost cold way he looked down at her while using her mouth made her stomach tighten.

Gluck... gluck... Naruto... Stop...

She tried to speak around him. The words came out as wet, broken sounds. Kael ignored them. He kept the rhythm steady, watching her lips stretch around the shaft. Saliva began to gather at the corners of her mouth and drip down her chin. The soft gluck of each small thrust echoed off the tiles.

After a minute he released her jaw and gathered her wet hair into a rough ponytail at the back of her head. The grip let him control the angle. He pushed deeper. Kushina’s throat tightened around the intrusion. A choked sound left her.

"Ghlk—"

"Move your head, Mom."

The command was quiet and final. Kushina stared up at him, eyes still wide. For a long moment she did not obey. Then, slowly, she began to move. Her head bobbed forward and back in short, uncertain strokes. The wet schlick of her mouth sliding along his cock mixed with the continuing fall of shower water. Kael’s hand in her hair guided the pace, not forcing her all the way down yet, but never letting her pull off completely.

Kushina’s mind raced. This was her son. The same boy she had nursed and raised. Now he stood over her in the bathroom they had once shared when he was small, cock heavy on her tongue, and she was letting it happen. Every time she tried to stop, the fear of what he might do if she refused kept her mouth open. She moved faster, trying to finish it, trying to make him come so it would end.

Kael’s breathing grew heavier. He began to meet her movements with short thrusts of his own. The wet gluck-gluck of his cock pushing into the soft heat of her mouth grew louder. Saliva ran down her chin and dripped onto her breasts. Kushina’s hands stayed on his thighs, fingers pressing hard enough to leave marks, but she did not push him away.

Ghlk... ghlk... hnnk! ... cough... mmm

"That’s it," he muttered. "Just like that. Keep going."

She did. The unfamiliar motion of bobbing her head, the way her tongue was forced to press along the underside of his shaft, the occasional brush of the head against the back of her throat—all of it was new and overwhelming. Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes from the stretch and the effort. Still she kept moving, the wet sounds of the blowjob filling the small bathroom without pause.

Kael’s grip in her hair tightened. He held her steady and began to thrust more deliberately, using her mouth with short, deep strokes. Kushina’s muffled protests turned into continuous wet noises. Her throat fluttered each time he pushed a little farther. She tried once to pull back completely; his hand stopped her. The message was clear. She returned to the rhythm, cheeks hollowed, eyes lowered.

Minutes stretched. The shower spray cooled slightly, but neither of them moved to adjust it. Kael’s hips kept the steady pace, the wet gluck-gluck of her mouth around him constant. Kushina’s jaw ached. Her lips felt swollen. Every time she thought he must be close he only continued, using her mouth as if it belonged to him.

Finally his breathing changed. The thrusts grew shorter and harder. He held her head in place and pushed deep one last time.

Mmm... gulp... ahh

Thick pulses of cum flooded her mouth. Kushina’s eyes flew wide. She tried to pull back; he kept her there until the last spurt left him. Only then did he release her hair.

She turned her head and coughed, some of the release spilling from her lips and running down her chin. The rest she had been forced to swallow. The taste was bitter and unfamiliar. She stayed on the stool, breathing hard, staring at the floor while water rinsed the mess from her skin.

Kael’s cock finally softened. He stepped back, turned off the shower, and left the bathroom without a word. The door closed behind him with a quiet click.

Kael didn’t know what to say he knew he already crossed the line and there is no coming back from this.

Kushina remained where she was for a long time. The line she had drawn the night before was gone. A handjob had become grinding, grinding had become the use of her breasts, and now her mouth. She sat there in confusion of what just happened and as if some force has taken over her she cleaned herself slowly, dried her hair, and dressed in a fresh nightdress with mechanical movements. The knowledge that she had crossed into something she could not easily take back sat heavy in her chest.

Night came.

Kael appeared in her doorway again, already hard. Kushina sat up in bed the moment she saw him. Her voice was steady even though her hands were not.

"We should stop doing this, Naruto. We are crossing so many lines. Lets wait till tomorrow I will ask Lady Tsunade for real help. We cannot keep doing this."

Kael stepped into the room and closed the door. The front of his pants strained with the familiar forced erection.

"Then what should we do for now?"

Kushina looked at the clear shape of him, then at his face. The silence stretched. Finally she exhaled and spoke the words that felt like another surrender.

"Okay. Let today be the last."

Kael was on her before the last word fully left her mouth. He climbed onto the bed, cupped both sides of her face, and kissed her hard. Kushina tried to turn her head; his hands held her still. The kiss was deep and claiming, nothing like the careful pecks of the previous night. When he finally pulled back her lips were already flushed.

He tugged the straps of her nightdress down her arms. The soft fabric pooled at her waist, freeing her breasts. Kael lowered his head and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking firmly while his hand squeezed the other. Kushina’s breath caught.

"Ahh..."

He spent long minutes at her breasts, switching from one to the other, leaving both peaks wet and dark. Then he pulled the nightdress the rest of the way off and tossed it aside. Kushina lay fully naked beneath him, red hair spread across the pillow, body marked by everything he had already done. She watched his face and understood that tonight would not end with the same careful boundaries as before. Something in him had shifted. The son who once asked for help was gone. The man looking down at her now intended to take everything she had just offered.

Kael’s hands moved over her skin with slow certainty, and Kushina closed her eyes, waiting to learn exactly how far he would go.

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