The time's finally upon us, mother lovers.

Here's the epilogue.

The full moon—hanging like a great luminous pearl on the radiant breast of heaven—was under siege by sparkling stars that shone and hung in the blackness. It was a picture-perfect night, but he was oblivious to its beauty because he was lost. He was lost because his mind was elsewhere. He was lost because his heart was elsewhere. He was lost, and it was all his fault.

"…and there he is."

Naruto wasn't startled for even mentally distant, his sensory abilities were always on high-alert. "Hey, Jiraiya-sensei."

"You look like shit, gaki," said the toad hermit as he propped down beside his student. He held out his hand, revealing a pair of popsicle sticks. "I was just caught up-to-speed about your situation."

He accepted one of the sticks, having concluded that his married lovers must've summoned his teacher and told him to check on him. "I see."

It used to be his dream to spend the rest of his life in a monogamous relationship with his mother. After coupling with Mikoto, that dream now featured him in a relationship with both the mothers. He had worked his ass off trying to make that dream a reality. Then while he was enjoying the fruits of his labor, the world had come crashing down on him when they outright stated that should Itachi's mental state get worse, he would have to bed Izumi.

No relationship is without hurdles, especially one that's polygamous in nature. He could've raised his voice. He could've been obdurate and put his foot down. But he swallowed his pride, his ego, and his domineering nature because it had dawned on him how eerily similar his position was to that of his goddesses when they were struggling with the fact that they would have to share him. And so he listened with an open mind because it was his duty as their lover.

"It was so easy when I was younger," whispered Naruto as he ran a hand through his hair. "Go out and fuck whoever I feel like and not have to worry about the consequences. No emotional attachments and no heartache."

Jiraiya smirked, recalling the halcyon days when it was raining pussy on his student. Hundreds of Make Out Paradise novels were attributed to the blond's name. "You always knew that your time for settling down was upon you."

"That was with kaa-hime," replied the whiskered jounin. "The plan ever since I was a child was to seduce her, make her fall in love with me, and reveal my relationship with her to everyone in Konoha."

A chuckle escaped the sage's lips. "I still remember that dream of yours. Such a beautifully incestuous desire to force your parents to divorce just so you could marry your own mother."

"That dream changed after I moved on from fucking whores," his cerulean blue orbs gleamed tenebrously as he spoke. "I got corrupted by the power I had over a couple's marriage. The wife would be my plaything and the husband would be my slave. Due to all that meaningless sex, I was longer invested in the idea of marriage. Why would I need a piece of paper to signify that I am my mother's lover? At least, that's how I justified my desire to cuckold my father."

"Out of nowhere, I fell in love with Miko-hime," continued the hung blond with a wistful sigh. "And how could I not? She's changed me for the better, sensei. She's my mother's best friend, and I've known her forever. That should mean I should have a firm grasp on who she is as a person, right?" a pregnant pause hung in the air as he shook his head. "I had truly had no idea just how beautiful she was inside and out. And now that goddess is the mother of my unborn child. I'll never regret loving her, but what I'm starting to regret is the decision to keep our relationship a secret."

Not even the brilliant moonlight had anything on the sparkling blue orbs of his student. Such a look could only belong to a man heads over heels in love. "But hasn't it always been the plan for Fugaku to remain Mikoto's husband in the public eye?"

"It's the easiest option, but it's not what I truly desire," replied Naruto with conviction. "Ever since we started gallivanting across the Elemental Nations, she's always been in favor for making our relationship public. I also want to be able to walk hand-in-hand with her around the village, and to hold her, and kiss her," his lips curled up. "And when the baby is born, I want everyone on the planet to know that it's ours."

"So, you also want to thwart your plan of keeping the baby's heritage a secret," whispered Jiraiya more to himself than his student.

"This child isn't even born yet and I'm already fussing over it," continued the blond with a chuckle. "I just recently had this conversation with Miko-hime and she was over the moon with excitement about it. We don't give a rat's ass about the public's opinion of her cheating on her husband with me. The only reason why we cannot commit to this plan is because nee-chan is unaware of our relationship."

Minato's former teacher's heart went out for the troubled man. To want something so bad but not be able to do anything about it. Although it was a bitter thing to wish for, should Itachi's mental state get worse, that would give the adulterous couple the green light to air their dirty laundry. It wasn't like the Uchiha clan was going to have draconian words for them. After all, they loved Naruto like he was one of their own. Moreover, he was sure neither Itachi nor Sasuke would care if their friends came to learn of the affair. It wasn't like they were kids anymore.

He idly pondered on whether the blond felt the same way about his mother. Surely he does, but there was a major problem and it had to do with the fact that his father is the Hokage. There was a very real possibility that Minato could lose face in the eyes of the public should they learn Lady Kushina's been cheating on him with the "honorable son". Playing out a divorce seemed like the more appropriate option. Then again, they could just play off incestuous breeding, seeing as they were in a shinobi village that held such a thing in high esteem.

"Anyway," said Naruto with a clear of his throat. "I also regret thinking that my actions don't have consequences. I was still under the impression that I have a huge dick, so I can't do no wrong. My girlfriends are having trouble as is sharing me and now they have to stomach the idea of potentially sharing me with another woman. This is all my fault."

Jiraiya slowly shook his head as he finished up with his popsicle. "I don't think they believe it's your fault. Not entirely, that is. Yes, your lust for power drove you to throw it in your best friend's face that you're smashing his mother. However, we both know that you would've never done it had you been privy of their submissive male genes. This was just an unfortunate circumstance. Come to think of it, has Sasuke been showing any signs of this curse?"

"Not that I'm aware of," said Naruto, furrowing his eyebrows. "But back to the crux of the matter, I don't want to take nee-chan on as my lover. I already have enough on my plate with the two women I've been blessed with."

Jiraiya sighed; he thought the gaki had exerted so much blood, sweat and tears in juggling the two MILFs that it became his mania. "If the worst-case scenario rolls around, no one's expecting you to settle down with Izumi. All you need to do is fuck her. Let her boyfriend handle the emotional stuff."

"You think I haven't thought about that?" argued the blond as he tore his gaze away from the stars to peer into his godfather's soul. "I don't know if it has to do with the changes I'm going through, but I can no longer separate love from sex because sex is no longer meaningless to me. That's why I don't believe I'll be the right fit for nee-chan. If I cannot love her like I love kaa-hime and Miko-hime, then I cannot bring myself to sleep with her."

That means Izumi will never get dicked down by Naruto. The blond of more than half a decade ago would've jumped at the chance to take a crack at some fresh, committed pussy. However, hearing that passionate response further cemented that this was no longer the gaki he had taken under his wing all those years ago. No, this was a grown man who had achieved his purpose in life and whose purpose in life was in jeopardy. Unfortunately, he had no answer for the father-to-be, just like how he had no answer to ending the vicious cycle of hatred in this world.

"If only I knew what to—"

"You coming out here is more than enough, sensei," interrupted Naruto, seeking comfort in the beauty of the night sky. "Besides, this is something I'm meant to deal with on my own anyway."

Jiraiya also looked up, mesmerized by the shooting star jetting across the horizon.

"Oh, by the way: is it true that Tsunade-hime was coming onto you?" he glanced down to see a look that told him further elaboration was required. "Kushina only told me briefly about it."

He exhaled slowly, a frown marring his whiskered cheeks. Because he refused to be anything but candor with his lovers, he spilled the beans about the incident that occurred with the Sannin.

Mikoto was taken back, sure; but she wasn't jealous – she knew nothing would've come of it. The blond had been at the receiving end of countless lustful stares over the years, and she had slowly but surely gotten over the urge to kill any female who dares ogle her man. The person alive who threatened her from there on was her best friend. Plus, it wasn't like this was unexpected news; she could still vividly remember Tsunade's reaction upon learning of her pregnancy.

The Red Hot Habanero, on the other hand, went ape-shit because she's always been more irascible than her surrogate sister. It didn't help that she was still in the relationship blossoming phase and was nowhere near the solid no-secret relationship that Naruto and Mikoto shared. She was the one who required the most consoling, and he was assiduous in proving to her once more that she has nothing to fear. Mikoto's words of encouragement also proved to aid her in regaining her composure.

"Yeah, it's true," answered the blond finally. "When baa-chan called me to her office, it was to interrogate me. I knew this would happen eventually, taking into account her reaction to when Miko-hime and I revealed that we were seeing one another. However, I had her beat at her own game by feeding on her loneliness. Dan-jiji apparently doesn't have it in him to please his woman anymore. It was a pitiful sight, so I decided to boost her morale before taking off."

The hermit was blowing steam from his ears as he scribbled down on a notebook he had summoned from out of nowhere. "And you're sure she was lusting over you?"

"Sensei, she was forming a puddle on the floor with how much she was dripping," was his dull, monotone reply. "And her nipples were hard as steel when I hugged her. She was even hinting for me to grab her ass."

A cracking sound echoed through the area as Jiraiya broke the pencil he was writing with in his clenched fist. "AND YOU DIDN'T DO IT?!"

"No," was the blond's stolid reply. "For what reason would I do that? I cheered her up and that was that. Hopefully she's trying out some hot shit with Dan-jiji. She deserves to be happy and I think she'll be happy now that I've had that talk with her."

"I've always hated Dan for winning her over," muttered the elder while rising to his feet. "Even though it hurt, I peeped on them during the early stages of their relationship. I never documented my findings because I couldn't find words to describe what I would see in their bedroom. I wanted to hear her scream. Not that weak moaning shit she does with her blasted husband…but desperate, fleeting cries for help. To watch her face just scrunch up like…like she is about to die. To see her pussy get wrecked…see her take it up the ass…see her get…fucked," his breathing was heavy as he spoke, his tiny dick straining against his pants. "You know, it's always been my plan for her to be your next conquest after returning to Konoha."

Naruto stared up at the hermit, taken back by the passionate outburst that was no doubt from the heart and soul. There was no scribbling going on; this talk was that serious to the old man. "I guess that's when you found out that I was happy with Miko-hime."

"It was the first time I saw you at peace with yourself, gaki," whispered the geezer in a faraway tone. "You're right to say that she was changing you for the better. Realizing this, I decided not to make such a request of you and kept my mouth shut. Some things in life are more important than dreams. Watching my student grow up in front of my very eyes is one of them."

Silence was met in the clearing as Naruto rose to his feet. Had he been aware of his teacher's dream that long ago, he wouldn't have hesitated to fulfill it. However, he was thankful that the man held his tongue because that might've led him to potentially destroy one of the greatest things that's ever happened to him. He shuddered at the mere thought of not having his pregnant goddess by his side.

"Thank you for telling me, Jiraiya-sensei," said Naruto while clamping a hand on the man's shoulder. "It's unfortunate your dream will remain unachieved, but just know that I'll forever be grateful for everything you've done for me over the years."

Jiraiya reached out and affectionately ruffled up his student's hair. "Go to them. They're waiting for you."

No other words were exchanged as Gamabunta's first summoner vanished in a swirl of leaves. Deciding not to let his thoughts wonder for a second longer, he also hightailed it out of the area via Shunshin and appeared inside the living room of the Uzumaki compound, where he had sensed both his lovers were present. True enough, they were sitting on the three-seat sofa—a brand spanking new, luxurious sofa, seeing as he broke the previous one while fucking the shit out of his mother—with an empty spot between them, clearly awaiting his arrival.

"Sorry for springing wart face on you," chirruped Mikoto cutely, donning a silly smile while curling a strand of her hair behind her ear.

A sheepish looking Kushina nodded along. "I know you wanted your space, but I felt that you would appreciate the company, even if it wasn't us providing that company."

Slouching down on the free spot, Naruto reached out and drew his girlfriends in his arms. They snuggled into him, bathing him with their warmth. It was then he realized why he was unable to seek any answers sequestered in the outskirts of Konoha. He was searching for something he had left behind. It's true when they say soul searchers often come back home to find themselves there because that's what their heart desires the most. There is truly no place like home.

"I'm glad that you both intervened because it was important for me to have a talk with Jiraiya-sensei," said Naruto genuinely. "I'm still not fully onboard, but..."

Like how the blond had tried his level best to understand their point-of-view, they had thoroughly dissected his stance on the matter. It was heartwarming to hear that he was so emotionally, physically and spiritually invested in having sex with them. However, it was clear to them now through him trailing off that that he understood what he would have to do should the worst come of Itachi's situation.

"I say we should take a trip," whispered Mikoto. "Out of Konoha. It would do us all some good to get away for a while."

"Plus, it's my sochi-koi's birthday tomorrow," added Minato's cheating wife as she gently ran her hand along her bedmate's muscular arm. "Maybe we can spend it at the place you promised to take us to a couple days ago."

Naruto arched a brow, having completely forgotten that he would be turning nineteen years old in less than twenty-four hours. "Oh, goodie. Tomorrow I get to cut my cake and blow out the candles."

"And then you can unwrap your birthday gift," purred Sasuke's mother while leaning into her son's best friend's ear. "It's pink, but really, really tight, so you're going to have to be gentle with it, daddy."

"Fuck your plans, baka crow," argued Kushina hotly, shoving her bestie off the blond. "Tomorrow marks the nineteenth anniversary of my son's birth and he's going to celebrate it by going back where he belongs. You can go on a walk or something, dattebane."

Naruto laughed at his goddesses' rodomontades about who would be riding him on his birthday. Pecking the top of their heads, he gathered however much of their booties he could into his hands. 'I hope from the bottom of my heart that Inoichi-san is able to help you, Itachi.'

xXx

Tsunade Senju's hand came to rest upon her nether region, her fingers tracing her clit and running along the outside of her pussy until it was dewy. She had tried her hardest to give her husband the best blowjob ever, but apparently it was so good that it enervated him to the point he ended up passing out. Like always, his insufficient stamina and overall unsatisfactory bedroom performance was once again forcing her to masturbate.

Despite her many attempts, her recent encounter with her godson kept plaguing her mind. How he was able to subdue her with his embrace. How he was able to summon such raw emotions from her. How he was able to captivate her with his words. Of course, it didn't help that she couldn't forget about the massive beast she had felt through his trousers. So worked up with the recollection that he had stolen the anal virginities of at least two married women, she jammed her index and middle fingers up her anus, violating herself back there for the first time in over two decades. Her teeth chattered as the sudden intrusion made it unbearable for her to keep pushing, but thankfully her tiny walls allowed her fingers all the way through.

"F-fuck…so…good…" moaned Hashirama's granddaughter, rolling over onto her stomach as she frenetically lost all sense of reality. No foreplay, no gentle thrusts – just straight up butt obliteration. She began thrashing around on the mattress, her juices wetting the sheets beneath since her pussy was free to do whatever it pleased. A pool of juices started gathering beneath her and filled the room with the lewd sound of her butt cheeks slapping against the patch of wetness.

The screaming was what forced Dan out of his slumber to see his beloved spouse playing with herself. It should've frustrated him that he couldn't stay awake long enough to please her, but this had become a common theme for them over the years. As he saw the juices squirting out of her, he realized that she wasn't toying with her vagina, but her anal cavity. It felt like eons ago that she requested for him to enter through her backdoor. It disgusted him, but since he loved her with all his heart, he agreed to do so while also making it pellucid that she should never expect an encore. This was the first time since then that he's seen her touch herself back there.

He slowly reached for his limp dick as she continued to holler until her juice once again started spraying out of her cooch. It was the intensity that took his breath away – she was drenching the entire bed all while flopping around like a fish out of water. When her screaming finally died down, there was a glow about her that was unfamiliar to him, but it vanished as her fluttering eyes met his. She appeared to be horrified that he had been watching her, which honestly made no sense to him. It wasn't like this was the first time he's seen her masturbate.

But when the waterworks came, he was quick to reel her in his arms. "Hey, what's wrong, Tsunade-chan?"

She wanted desperately to confess to him that she had fantasized about a man other than him for the first time in her life. She wanted to tell him that she was the worst wife in the world for not stopping the blond shinobi in her daydream who was ruining her for her husband. She wanted to tell him that she just had the greatest orgasm of her life and it had nothing to do with him. However, she couldn't find it in her to break his heart like that.

And so she forced out a weak-sounding giggle. "T-that was too strong of an orgasm. It was just overwhelming for me I think."

"Ain't that the truth," replied Dan with a chuckle. "Did it have to do with where you were pleasing yourself? I can't recall the last time you came like that."

She couldn't stomach staring a second into his warm eyes since she was overwhelmed with guilt. "I know it's weird for you. I'm sorry fo—"

"Sorry for what?" was his calm, nurturing reply. "For being yourself?" he gently lifted her chin and brushed away her tears. "I thought you lost interest in that all those years ago after we tried it out for the first time. But just because I can't see the pleasure in anal sex, it doesn't mean I'm going to forbid you from exploring that area. Don't worry, Tsunade-chan. It's all right."

She closed her eyes, resting her head on his shoulder. 'I don't deserve you, Dan-kun.'

Suddenly, the couple were forced to separate when they heard a vociferous banging noise coming from the front gate of their compound. It was uncommon for them to expect visitors, especially in the evening. However, being a full-time doctor, Tsunade had often been called into the hospital to handle potential red-alert cases which require her expertise.

Informing her husband that she would take care of this, she hurriedly threw on her clothes and made her way to the gate. Expecting to see one of the hospital staff, she was surprised to find that the visitor was her former student's youngest son.

"What happened?" asked Tsunade, descrying how pale and panicked the kid looked, not to mention the unconscious purple-haired woman he was holding in his arms.

Rather than reply verbally, since he was shaken up, Sasuke handed his girlfriend over to the Sannin. Thankfully, the woman caught the drift and immediately ran a diagnosis on her.

"…no chakra coils, no chakra network, yet far above average reserves," muttered Dan's wife to herself before casting a hard glare at the black-haired youngster. "Who is she? And where in the hell is she from? She can't possibly be a human."

He wasn't even shocked that the woman could gather so much in seconds. Then again, that's why he had taken his girlfriend to her in the first place. "You're right, Tsunade-sama. She's not a human being. She came here from another planet. Her name is Miya and she's my girlfriend. So, please…please help her. She was doing just fine and then she went crazy out of nowhere."

Okay, now that was a little too much to process all at once. Clearly having that bet to Shizune, she would now have to owe the woman two-hundred ryo. She thought for sure the gaki was gay, not that there's anything wrong with that. All those years and no dates had given her the wrong impression about his sexual inclinations. Still, as his godmother, her felicity was boundless hearing that he had found love. But why was she finding out about this now? And he was dating an alien? An alien that she would get a chance to study?

"My prognosis is that this isn't just a result of a sudden spike of energy," she furrowed her eyebrows. "Walk me through what you two were doing and where you were when this happened."

Sasuke nodded in haste. "Miya-chan and I were outside in our compound's training ground. I've been teaching her our clan's taijutsu stance and today was our sparring day. Midway through our spar, the dobe interrupted us along with kaa-san and Kushina oba-san. They had come to inform us that they were heading out of the village. After they left, Miya-chan exploded with energy before passing out. I was also lightheaded because of our bond, but I came here as soon as possible."

Tsunade was surprised to hear that her former students had left the village with the blond. Come to think of it, wasn't it Naruto's birthday tomorrow? She had giftwrapped his present a couple months in advance and he had the gall to hightail it out of Konoha? Just thinking of him made her pussy quiver since she had just been fantasizing about him.

Derailing from that train of thought, she picked on the one thing that stood out to her. "What bond?"

"The bond I have with her as her Ashikabi," Sasuke felt like palming his face when he saw the deadpanned expression on the lady's face. "Miya-chan is not a human, like I said. I can give you more of the details later, but for now all you need to know is that her and I are bonded in which I can pick up on her emotions and she can pick up on mine. So when she went through that energy overload, I was also getting affected by it."

"Fascinating…" murmured Tsunade, the medic in her salivating at those words. She would definitely be hounding the kid for more details. "Okay, so you said that she just snapped for no reason after those three left?"

Sasuke pursed his lips, recalling everything that happened thanks to his eidetic memory. When his best friend sauntered over to them, he saw the shift in Miya's mood. However, this didn't stand out to him because the woman. loathed the blond with every fiber of her being. She had explained to him why she hated him, but he knew there was something more than that. Miya had reacted positively to the MILFs, though her voice was slightly on edge while talking to Mikoto. This also made sense because she was aware of the adultery.

He slowly shook his head. "Nothing happened that could make her so angry."

"Okay, then," replied Tsunade with a nod. "From what I've been able to deduce, Miya-san's experiencing the equivalent of chakra exhaustion. However, I want to run a few tests on her in my office just to be safe. You can tell me all about this bond in the meanwhile."

Having no problem with that, the submissive adult brought his girlfriend in a bridal carry and began walking with his godmother to the hospital.

During the journey, his girlfriend started stirring awake, but her eyes were dead and her face was shadowed by her hair. When he told her that Naruto had given him advice on how to pleasure her, it led to their first fight as a couple. After all, she detested the blond for ruining the marriage of her future in-laws. It took a while for them to cool off, after which he came clean to her about the submissive male Uchiha genes and how they activated while watching his mother get fucked by his best friend. Whatever hate she had for the blond shinobi amplified to uncharted territories after hearing that Sasuke was struggling with this shit all because of…that…monster.

According to what he told her, after that fateful day, he would routinely picture his dream lover committing adultery. Fortunately, he stopped having such dreams after becoming her boyfriend. This was the only saving grace in all this because it meant he wasn't suffering from the Curse of Hatred that he proceeded to tell her about. Never in a million years would she think to sully herself like that. And to do that to her beloved Ashikabi-sama who had winged her?

Just when they got comfortable again, the blond shinobi came strolling in with Kushina and Mikoto. The signs were there, but she had previously ignored them. She had only seen him once after learning that he was having sex with her boyfriend's mother – she had watched him like a hawk the entire time. It became crystal clear to her, upon seeing him now and hearing he was leaving the village for a while with two married women, that he was fucking his mother.

His own fucking mother!

The taboo alone disgusted her beyond belief. How could that fiend come between his own parents' marriage? How could he do such a thing to the woman who gave birth to him? She couldn't breathe, she couldn't think – she just wanted to kill the bastard. And when the trio left via Shunshin, her Tama—her Sekirei spirit—that's responsible for letting her live and use her powers, started churning with a bottomless fury as memories of him occupied every corner of her mind. So puissant was the experience that she was coerced to unleash her energy.

What she didn't know was that when Sasuke's submissive genes awoke, he wasn't in a relationship, so he wasn't being affected by the impurities of his clan's curse. Such impurities triggered the moment he got together with his girlfriend. However, he wasn't having dreams of her with a superior male like his best friend like he should've been because their bond started clashing with the darkness burgeoning inside him.

The Curse of Hatred was alive and well.

And it was being absorbed by Miya through her bond with her Ashikabi.

xXx

"Greetings, Inoichi-sama."

The scarred blond man looked up from his paperwork as his two patients entered his office. After his daughter took on his former job in interrogation, he decided to become a part-time psychologist so that he could continue to provide his services to the village. A fair share of fresh academy graduates who take their first life end up dropping out of the ninja program. Similar outcomes are also found from the death of a teammate on the battlefield. Some even find it difficult stomaching the pressure of being on-call for life. He's helped hundreds of such genin overcome their emotional turmoil, either through verbal therapy or through his clan-inherited ability to rape a person's mind.

However, to see an Uchiha was extremely uncommon, but he wasn't perplexed by the couple's arrival since Tsunade Senju had clued him in on the situation ahead of time. According to the Sannin, the two weren't in need for relationship counselling, but a mind-cleansing. That was her professional opinion. He gestured for them to take a seat. "Greetings, Izumi-san, Itachi-san."

"I believe Tsunade-sama has spoken to you already," began Izumi as she took her fiancée's hand in hers. "This is a very delicate matter and it must get resolved as soon as possible."

Inoichi nodded, his lips pursed. "I understand that Itachi-san has been having dreams of you engaging in coitus with a stranger. When did these dreams start?"

"Approximately two months ago," answered Mikoto's eldest reluctantly. "Not a single day goes by where my mind doesn't conjure such imagery. There came a point where I took Izumi-chan out of the village so I could pull myself together. However, that ended up being a terrible decision on my part because the trip resulted in me getting psychically violent with her."

Izumi cringed at being reminded of that painful memory. "The medicine Tsunade-sama had prescribed to us didn't help in any way, shape or form," added the frustrated lady. "Itachi-kun is still picturing me with another man and is now suffering from insomnia as well. We've tried everything and now there's only one route for us to take which is erasing those memories from his mind."

Another nod was delivered by Inoichi since this was all he needed to know. "The problem is that if Itachi-san is having these dreams on a regular basis, then I'll have to erase everything starting from the time he started experiencing them."

"I…I see…" muttered Izumi with gritted teeth. "If that's what it takes, then so be it," she looked over at her fiancée with tears welling in her eyes. "It's unbearable to me that you won't remember proposing to me, Itachi-kun. It's hard to stomach that you won't be able to remember anything we've done together for the past two months. However, we can always make more memories."

It took him ages to finally agree to have his mind cleansed. He would not accept not being able to remember proposing to the love of his life. Frankly, he had a premonition that the seeds of submission got planted in his brain not on the day he watched his mother lose her anal virginity to his brother's best friend, but around the time he first learned of the woman's affair.

"You must also understand the potential dangers of memory wiping of such magnitude," said Inoichi with a more serious tone. "I'm able to facilitate ninja who come to me to erase a tragic memory by eliminating the source with ultrasound neuromodulation. I would then follow that up by erasing select memories related to the incident. However, because Itachi-san is constantly having these thoughts, like both of you have attested to, I cannot pick and choose the memories that need to be erased because they'd all be trouble areas. Going that deep into your mind to perform this memory wipe could result in permanent brain damage."

And just like that, the world came crashing down on the couple.

Thankfully, the Yamanaka was quick to pick up where he left off. "Tsunade-sama's recommendation of a mind-cleansing wasn't without merit. Rather than erase all those memories, I can select the target memory and cleanse it with a false memory through intracranial optical stimulation of hippocampal neurons. What this means is that I'll be manipulating your memories by altering the firing patterns of key neurons. This method has little to no side-effects and has never failed me before."

Itachi closed his eyes, running over this alternative route. If the memory of him walking in on his cheating mother could get replaced with something else, then perhaps his submissive genes wouldn't have a reason to scream for him to watch his fiancé with another man.

The man's bride-to-be, on the other hand, wasn't as optimistic. Having read Madara's memoir, she was privy of everything that happened to her ancestor after watching his girlfriend cheat on him. Ino's father wasn't aware of those events, which was why he had offered to erase the target memory and leave it at that. However, not erasing the following memories could prove to be catastrophic. The only reason she didn't vocally object to the suggestion was because the side-effect of the first route was too grave to consider.

Inoichi cleared his throat. "It's my job to read people, and I can see that there's something I'm being kept out of the loop about that has to do with your case," he paused here, propping his elbows on the table. "Please understand that you're Hokage-sama's first line of defense, so I can't proceed unless you can offer me transparency on what's truly troubling you. I'd also like to remind you that I'm bound by law not to repeat anything that's been said in this office. If it makes you both feel more comfortable, I can give you my word that I'll have my daughter wipe the memory of your visit as soon as you leave."

Of course, Fugaku's eldest could've informed the man that he was planning on quitting his job, but he couldn't argue with the words shared. "The Uchiha clan has a secret and it specifically targets men. I wa—"

"Itachi-kun," interrupted Izumi with a gasp, her eyes wide. "You can't!"

"He has to know, 'zumi-chan," was his solemn retort. "There's something I've been keeping from you as well and I can no longer stay silent about it. This is for my own protection," having silenced his fiancé, he continued, "Every male Uchiha is genetically predisposed as submissive, and these submissive genes activate from watching their female partner fornicate with another man. These genes awoke in me when I witnessed my mother cheat on my father."

As a former interrogator, Inoichi had heard and seen his fair share of shit, but this was all kinds of strange. The legendary clan was hiding a secret like this? He could see now why the couple were so reluctant to fork up this information. "So these submissive genes are why you've been having dreams about your fiancé performing adultery?"

"It does," replied Itachi while casting a gaze at the woman in question, who could be seen gritting her teeth. "Then, a few weeks ago, I was somehow pulled into my mind where I found myself staring at myself…or at least that's who I thought it was. However, this version of me turned out to be the physical manifestation of my clan's Curse of Hatred."

Izumi's very soul shook as those words sank in. Nowhere in Madara's memoir had she read about the man experiencing such a thing. If this happened a couple weeks ago, then it could have to do with why he went through such a drastic change on their trip. "Why…why didn't you tell me about this earlier?"

"Because I didn't want to hurt you anymore than I already have," whispered Itachi as he closed his eyes. "I'm telling you this now because I can't help but think that erasing my memory may result in something drastic happening like the curse reforming again."

Izumi was too horrified for words, realizing now that perhaps their problem was incorrigible, even for a Yamanaka.

It isn't unheard of for humans to dream about themselves, either to bring back past memories or conjure up imaginary ones. Clients have experienced themselves as an observational point of view, but still experience themselves as a subject situated in relation to the dreamscape. However, his patient's case was obviously not a case of normal waking consciousness. This held resemblance to the alternating case of being in a dream or in the dream world, but his intuition was telling him otherwise.

"For this curse to manifest in your mind…" spoke Inoichi more to himself than the troubled young man. "Itachi-san, I need your consent to perform a mind walk jutsu. I want to make certain that a memory wipe or a cleansing won't end up doing more harm than good."

All the Uchiha heir could do was nod, having feared the worst but thankful that he had potentially saved himself by spilling the beans.

Izumi was a sobbing mess as she unsealed a leather-bound journal from her wrist. "T-there's more…"

xXx

"You ready?"

Mikoto giggled as she closed the door behind her. "I can't wait to see the look on his face."

A smirk curled up to the female Uzumaki's face. They had just returned from an afternoon date in the infamous "lost city", or otherwise known as Rainbow Country. Apparently, that moniker was appointed to the nation for it being the most remote region in the Elemental Nations. The greatest thing about being in an isolated setting was that she could kiss her son in public and not have to worry about paparazzi. Another plus was that she could wear whatever she found comfortable and not concern herself with meeting the expectations the villagers had for her as their leader's wife. Here she was free as a birdie and loved every waking second of it.

According to her bestie, this was a bonhomie place and it had more to do than just it being so deeply isolated. Everyone here treated one another like family, and those who didn't would get banished without thought. The female Uzumaki couldn't refute this claim because she saw firsthand how incredibly kind these foreigners were. Nobody cared where she was from. Nobody was judgmental about her and her friend sharing a man. It was also wonderful to pick up on the nuances of the local dialect and to see the historic landmarks. Truthfully, she didn't want to leave, neither did her best friend, so they decided to sojourn here for the weekend.

"Happy birthday, danna-sama."

Naruto lifted his head, dropping the documents he was holding in his hands onto his lap. Oh, right; it was midnight – it was officially his birthday now. However, there was utter confusion etched across his face as he took note of his surroundings. He could sense his girlfriends making their way towards him, but no one else was present. Where in the world did that voice come from? Why did it sound so familiar? In his mind popped the image of long, silvery-white strands, but then he was broken from his thoughts by the sound of footsteps.

As his lovers stopped a couple steps in front of him, he drank in their curvaceous figures clad in voluminous silk robes. They were supposed to be getting ready to hit Rainbow Country's nightlife to celebrate his birthday, but he couldn't query them on their choice of attire because he was captivated by his mother sliding her high heels up her leg. It dawned on him while she did this that she had on a pair of black nylon stockings that ran up to her thighs. His heart started to race as he turned his head to see that his second girlfriend was also wearing stockings. A pool of silk gathered around their feet as they shrugged off their robes.

His mouth dried up from the vista of them wearing identical black, lace-trimmed sheer bras that were a size too small, resulting in their large breasts straining against the filmy material, giving birth to some magnificent cleavage. He collected himself and let his eyes roam them both. Although artfully decorated with lace at the waistband and front panel, even to the point of a tiny black bow, the thong they had on was so tiny that their labial lips were being parted by the thread. He licked the insides of his cheeks, studying the very top of their stockings and the clasps and black satin straps of their garter belts, not to mention how much this lingerie brought out their thick, matronly thighs.

His herculean cock was already attempting to escape its fabric prison, but then they spun around and began swaying their hips. Their enormous butt cheeks easily rose high in the air, falling and jiggling thunderously – the rippling effect was something of legends to see up front. No matter how many times he's had them dance for him individually, he could never get tired of it.

There was no music aside from the tapping of their high heels. There were no sensual spotlights, just the dim lights of the house they were renting. There was no perfect coordination between them because neither were dancing to the same imaginary beat. However, none of that mattered because this was the first time they were dancing for him at the same time.

Kushina couldn't resist the hungry gaze she felt being aimed at her, so she turned around and met his eyes with her half-lidded own. Switching up the flow, she began running her hands along the sides of her face, down her neck, completely and intentionally missing her breasts, before hooking her fingers into the waistband of her garter-belt. Despite having never danced with her best friend before, she didn't bother to look to see what the woman was doing because she was planning on strutting her stuff in her own way.

Mikoto still had years on her bestie, so she was parading her skill by cupping her hands, bringing them together and picturing herself cradling a stripper pole. Having pole-danced for the man she was cheating on her husband with dozens of times, she was smoothly lowering herself to the base of the imaginary steel bar, her legs spread wide, the straps of her garter-belt stretching around her thighs, her massive ass ballooning out as her thong rode up her crack. Lifting her arms up like she was moving her hands up the pole, she pushed out her tush and began circling her hips like they were the earth elliptically orbiting the sun.

The documents he had been overlooking were all laying on the floor, but he couldn't give two shits about that right now. The difference between his mother prior to seducing her and now was night and day because she was leaving him breathless with her scintillating performance. But despite her fluid motion, his pregnant lover was in a league of her own. Kushina must've caught him staring at her friend because his face was suddenly enveloped in the valley of her breasts.

He would've chuckled at her jealousy, but he was far too hypnotized by her scent. Bringing his hands up, he felt her taking them in hers, precluding him from copping a feel.

"No touching, dattebane."

This time he did chuckle. "Oh, so I'm supposed to be at your mercy?"

"Exactly~" rang his mother's mellifluous voice in his ear. She soon started to pull back, unblocking his vision, only for him to get benighted once again as two fleshy globes pressed against the sides of his face. His senses overwhelmed with womanly arousal, he took a rather ungentlemanly whiff, a gasp escaping his interrogator, a growl escaping him. This wasn't his mother's booty. No, this scent could only belong to his pregnant lover.

"You're ours for the night, daddy."

And that confirmed it.

Naruto exhaled slowly as his best friend's mommy pulled his face out of her ass. "You're both in so much trouble."

Mikoto replied with a coy grin while joining her surrogate sister, both now gazing at the whiskered ninja as they, acting in unison, lowered the cups of their bras, enjoying the effect the un-veiling of was having on him.

The bras fell to the floor, and Naruto was greeted to the sight of massive tits springing forth from their confinement like watermelons bouncing on a trampoline. They tumbled triumphantly forward, showing little to no sag, spectacularly full, the nipples wide and pink and slightly erect. He glared at one set but was then drawn by the other. The fabric of his trousers quaked under the hardening of his already erect tower as his mother rubbed her thumbs over her nipples while his godmother squashed her tits together.

As her bestie jumped straight into another dance routine, Sasuke's mother turned around while arching her back, letting her babymaker protrude behind her. She slowly sank into a squat before leaning forward, pushing the string of her thong to its limits as it wedged itself deep into her crevice. She then began peeling down the garment, all while spreading her legs as wide as possible, allowing her son's best friend to see what she's denied her husband.

With a sexy little shimmy, she slid her drenched undergarment across the floor to her ankles, lifted herself off the ground while gliding it up her legs, across her thighs, past her uncovered pussy, and then chucked it at him. He caught it with his teeth, causing a shiver to run down her spine. Hopped on lust, she went back to being a two-ryo stripper. Holding both arms in front of her and cupping her hands, illustrating that she was holding the pole, her toned stomach was on full display as she rocked her body, rolling her hips at just the right speed. She was thankful that she wasn't that far along her pregnancy yet or she wouldn't have the temerity to move like this with a baby bump.

Minato's wife was religiously driving through her hips, thrusting them upward in a motion that emulated being fucked in every position imaginable. Her luscious red hair was flying about from side to side, her massive tits swinging around as she poured her heart and soul into the dance. Rather than remove her thong entirely, like her friend had done, she rolled the top of her thong under the cup of her derriere, presenting her with plenty of opportunities to sneak in some flashing here and there, all of which she availed. The heaviness of her derriere was perfect for the style of dance she was currently performing, and the genuine intensity on her face made it seem like she was about to squirt a gallon of juices.

A growl escaped his lips. "Best birthday ever."

Instead of offering him a verbal response, Mikoto slipped off her heels and catwalked towards him, stopping for a brief second before straddling his lap. She could feel the heavy shaft pulsating beneath her, demanding for some female flesh to feast on. She leaned down as if she was going to kiss him, but his mistake was moving his mouth in an attempt to meet hers, so she reminded him of the "no touching" rule placing her finger across his lips before crawling off of him. They both shared a mental guffaw at her form of teasing him.

Seeing that it was her time to shine, the Uzumaki Matriarch began brushing her hands along the whiskered man's muscular body. He instinctively reclined back as she moved around to a point behind him. Standing over him, she once again went in for the kill with her tits. He didn't at any point suck on her nipples or even run his tongue along her flesh, informing her that he was still following the rules for now. She slowly pushed herself off his lap, but not before caressing the manhood that made her betray her wedding vows.

Mikoto wasted no time in hopping back on her lover. Rather than settle down on his lap, she straddled his thigh and sat down on it, allowing her to lightly grind herself on his trouser-clad leg. By this time her cunt was steadily oozing juices and was on fire as she dragged it back and forth across his thigh. She leaned into him, not enough for her tits to press against his chest, and used her right hand to cup the side of his face. Her left hand was holding onto his cock through his trousers for leverage. Her hands were now connected to the two struggling centers of energy, melding their sexual energies together in a slow, rhythmic, sizzling dance.

When it was the Hokage's wife's turn again, all the redhead could think about was how on earth would she be able to top what her friend had done. That dance was insane, and it confirmed to her that despite how far she's come along, she still has a lot of catching up to do. Either way, she wasn't about to back down. Sitting on his thigh, like her friend had done, she grinded her booty down into him. As she drenched his thigh with her juices while gyrating on him, she noted that his arousal was fast reaching its peak, and so she reluctantly climbed off him.

"Damn…that was fucking hot," hissed Naruto. "How long have the two of you been planning this?"

"It was never our plan to go out to celebrate your birthday," began Mikoto as she rubbed her lover's shoulder. "This was what we agreed to while you were out thinking about the situation with Izumi-chan."

"But as you saw, the beginning was awkward. Neither of us were comfortable with doing this, but it got easier as time passed. It helps that I stopped looking at what baka crow was doi—" Kushina's opinion the matter was cut short with a slap to the back of her head. "Owwwieee!"

Naruto couldn't believe how lucky he was to have such beautiful goddesses by his side. They had fought through their insecurities to strip naked, tease, and dance for him, and he would forever engrave every second of it in his memories. He was about to thank them when he felt his pregnant lover stroking his towering shaft through his trousers. He turned to her, a look of confusion mixing in with lust that she was doing this in front of his mother. What shocked him the most was when his mother sent her hands up to the hem of his trousers.

He clamped a hand over his crotch, his eyes growing as wide as saucers. "Are you serious?"

"It was never my intention to take things this far," said Mikoto softly, pulling the man's hands off and going to nursing his clothed-organ.

"You know where I stand on this matter, dattebane," added Kushina. "But for today and today only, you can have both of us at the same time."

He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. He had already received a timeless, priceless gift in the form of them dancing for him, but a threesome? After revealing to Mikoto of his love for his mother years ago, she firmly stated that just because they would be sharing him, it doesn't mean that he should expect for both of them to share his bed. Kushina had said the exact same thing on the day the two ladies had their tense encounter.

Looking at them now, he could see that they were uncomfortable with this, which made him backpedal to why they were going against something they've all but signed a pact never to do. Did this have to with the situation with Izumi and Itachi? Were they doing this to drive home the fact that if they can step out of their comfort zone, then so can he?

"You're half-right," chirruped Kushina, answering the unasked question. When she and her bestie had decided on this threesome, they knew the blond wouldn't think with his dick, but with his other head, and he would instantly know that something's amiss. Honestly, it was just this reaction that mesmerized her, how he was so vigilant and held their feelings in such high regard. She had raised the quintessential son, who she loved equally as a mother and a lover.

"We know we don't have to do this," continued Mikoto on for her sister. "You unknowingly fucked up when you planned to put on a show for my sons. However, you've owned up to your mistake like a man and have agreed to accept the consequences of your actions, even if that means breaking one of your golden rules. By doing this, you're going to save my eldest son's life. For that, I was able to convince Kushina-chan to have this threesome for your birthday," now that the objection was vanishing from his eyes, she brought her hands back to the waistband of his trousers. "So, happy birthday, daddy."

Kushina nibbled on her son's neck, also moving her hands up his thighs. "Kaa-chan has a special surprise for you, Naru-chan."

Cerulean blue orbs glossed as the Hokage's master stared down at his girlfriends. Doing right by them was his onus as their lover, not something that should warrant a reward. What anomaly here was that neither of them were faking their consent. This was a once-in-a-lifetime gift they had mustered up incredible courage to present to him, and it would be asinine for him to jilt them. His monster cock was throbbing, but he would be an even bigger tool if he focused on his own needs when he should instead be worshipping his MILFs.

Stopping the women from freeing his dick, he lifted up his godmother's chin and brushed his lips against her flaming cheeks, gently, softly, and with such a passion that it rooted her in place. She mutely turned her head, offering him her pouty, quivering lips.

"Mmm…" moaned Mikoto as the man she was cheating on her husband with, the very man whose child she was carrying, descended upon her mouth with a hard, crushing kiss meant not to dominate or conquer, but make her fall in love with him all over again. She gasped, pressing and smacking against his lips, and finally opening the sweet cavern of he mouth to his voracious tongue.

Offering no resistance, she allowed her son's best friend to manhandle her voluptuous frame until she was no longer sitting by his side, but on his tented lap. Her heaving breasts squashed against his muscular chest as she wrapped her arms around his neck, falling into his embrace. But rather than continue the lip-locking, he began taking advantage of her mouth. He thrashed his tongue from top to bottom, licking her inner cheeks and teeth before drawing her bottom lip. Creamy goo oozed from her naked vagina with a passionate fire building in her eyes as she pushed forward with her own tongue.

Kushina watched in jealousy as the couple shared such a deep, seemingly everlasting, passionate kiss that it made her pussy weep through her already drenched thong. After what felt like eons, Mikoto was set free from their lover's lips. Another pang shot through her chest to see the woman looking at the blond with glassy eyes, the glow of lust upon her cheeks, the evidence of their desire making her lips swollen. Red, pouting, well-consumed lips forming an astonished little "O". That one earthshattering make-out session had effectively tamed the married woman.

It was now her turn, but Minato's wife started having second thoughts because she was reminded that her son had been swapping saliva with her best friend. Her face scrunched up, feeling uncomfortable since kissing him now would be like kissing Mikoto. However, she was dying for the blond to romance her, and her heart simply could not be denied right now. Everything happened in slow motion for her as she wetted her lips with the tip of her tongue serpent-like darts. Then, when he turned to her, she assaulted his lips with an urgency.

"Mmmpphhh!" came Kushina's muffled cry as her son's tongue dipped into her mouth and from the get-go began running over her teeth and her gums, and pushing back towards the back of her throat as he bathed her oral cavern with his sizzling saliva. Their heads rocked side to side, both trying to gain a better angle so that they could feel more of the incredible sensation. A deep blush traveled through her cheeks, to her flaring nostrils, her widened eyes, her neck – it was like he was fucking her mouth into submission with his tongue.

Mikoto saw her best friend's eyes fluttering when her lover withdrew from the woman's flushed face. The redhead's breasts were heaving from her inhaling huge gulps of air. The two looked perfect together as they stared at one another before leaning forward once again. But this time, there was no hot make-out session – they were orally communicating with the gentlest of brushes of their lips. This kiss lasted an eternity, at least to her. At long last, the blond withdrew from his mother's face, but to her discomfort, he began reaching up for the woman's chest.

Kushina took her face in her hands as her son began reciting a prayer while holding the sides of her big, juicy breasts, thanking the heavens for blessing him with the succulent feast. But the embarrassment didn't last, for he started ploughing through her tits, with his hands and with his tongue, moving them up and down, side to side, forming them into new shapes and configurations, all while bathing the undersides, the sides, the tops, and even licking between them as though her crevice was made of ice cream. She was a moaning mess by the time he moved to her nipples.

To the naked eye, perhaps there was no difference between the MILFs' breasts, but his tongue could tell them apart. His mother's areola had a texture that was poles apart from his godmother's. Neither were better, but they sure were fun to play with. He squeezed the redhead's nubs rapaciously into his mouth, teasing, pulling, and gently biting them with his teeth as he switched back and forth between the two, teetering on which was the tastier. Her tantalizing moans were music to his ears as he expressed his hunger for her.

Mikoto swallowed a lump in her throat, her vision fogging up from watching the blond shinobi worship his mother's breasts. She was dripping on the sofa as she fought the urge to tweak her aching nipples. By now she had tried crossing her legs, turning away, digging her nails into the leather seat, but nothing helped because she was burning for him – absolutely burning.

The second he released her best friend, she jumped onto his lap and pushed both her breasts in his face, trying to fit both into his mouth despite knowing the abundance of flesh would make it impossible. She cried out as he settled on her left breast, tugging on her nipple with his teeth before clamping down on it, all while groping her right breast with his hand. Her breast pressed hard against the flat of his palm, the nipple feeling like a hard bullet in the center. Now it was resting on his tongue, the skin stretching taut.

Naruto felt the blood pumping rapidly beneath Fugaku's wife's tits as he gave both orbs a workout with his mouth. Another distinction between her and his mother was that the very tip of her left nipple was more sensitive than the right one. And so he took the vulnerable nub in between his forefinger and index finger, pinching it hard while sucking the other. She mewled out in pleasure, and it was at that moment he pulled away from her chest.

Her tits rose and fell, following the rhythm of her breathing as he carried her over to the floor. She gritted her teeth as the cold surface contacted her sweaty back.

"Wait…Naru-koi. Let us help you cum first. You ne—" she cut herself short upon gauging a familiar expression on his face. She looked over at her friend, who responded to her with a nod, confirming that she hadn't missed the tell-tale signs.

Mikoto was a ballerina as she flipped over and began swaying seductively, showing him her sloped back descending to her childbearing hips and her fat ass jutting out, compromising of two full moons. Raising her arms straight up, she swan dove into a forward fold and began spreading her legs while thrusting her hips into the air, pushing the limits of the fluffy straps that acted as the nexus between her garterbelt and her stockings. Her head stayed low, her tits dangling beneath her.

Not caring for such theatrics, Kushina cut right to the chase. Planting her hands on the floor, she pushed through her knees, spreading her legs and throwing her bubble butt in the air as she got into the downward dog. She knew her friend had her beat with that artistic performance, but her way had its merit because she still had on her thong. Content with feeling his gaze on her, she began pulling the thread out to the side, fully exposing her anus in all its dark pinkish glory.

"Mine," sneered Naruto, his voice so drenched with lust that it sent shivers down the spines of the married women who were presenting themselves to him as an offering. Both his eyes and his ungodly huge cock were under a spell as he drank in the enormous bottoms.

As an artist, goosebumps popped all over Mikoto's delectable bottom as her boyfriend slid his hands along her syrupy thighs, roaming her as if his palms were paint brushes and she was the canvas. Her nipples were like steel nubs when he got around to unhooking the straps of her garterbelt so he could relieve her of the lingerie. Both his hands then traversed down her scrumptious tush and made it seem like he was rolling out dough with his hands. But instead of the food item, it was the doughy cheeks of her derriere that were being kneaded.

Fugaku's wife was on fire, her entire body radiating erotic bliss. Sweet cream had long since started gathering around her married cunt, but it truly started sweating down there when he finally came between the comeliness of her full, round ass. He parted her like the red sea, rowed his face forward into the treasures between her and began taking long, deep whiffs. Moans escaped her as he sucked the life out of her anus with his flaring nostrils.

So erotic was the butt worship, Minato's wife couldn't even feel jealous that her son had decided to tend to her best friend first. There was pandemonium in her vagina as she slammed her fists on the floor, anxiously awaiting her turn. Soon, her own garterbelt, straps and stockings were being peeled down by him. Her eyes glossed over as he all at once began to circle her skin with his fingertips, drag her thong along her drenched pussy until he removed that as well.

With the heel of his hands, he dug into the bottom of her cheeks and made rounding motions. This caused the flesh of her butt and thighs to press together and come apart, which put just a bit of pressure on her pussy. Her toes started to curl as he built her to an orgasm with the homage he was paying to her ass. His father's wife's ass. His mother's ass. He then pulled her butt cheeks apart and smothered himself in the canyon between them, all while alternating with deep massages, pinching her muscles together to keep her whirling with pleasure.

Fluidly, Naruto hunched forward, burying his left hand in between his mother's tush while doing the same to his godmother with his right hand. Greedily scooping up their respective juices from their pussies, he began spreading them around the entrances of their hindquarters. It was one of those "stars lining up" moments because he noted that in both their cases, the most sensitive crinkled piece of their skin was throbbing from both the attention it has received so far and anticipating the attention that has yet to come.

"O-oohh…" cooed Mikoto as the father of her child wiggled his finger back and forth, slowly sliding it in and out of her. Her cute little hole immediately recognized the intruder and began clenching down hard around it, milking it and nursing it.

Kushina's breathing was labored as her son searched her out with each slow journey of his finger sawing in and out of her. She idly turned her head to see her bestie staring at her, both sporting crimson blushes. They were getting fingered at the same time, just like the time at that café when he made them squirt in public. Another finger worked its way in her and she started lolling her head as he explored her with a rhythm that justified his obsession. "I'm gonna cumm…"

Even though he was very much in discomfort due to his cock not being granted release, he was still going to give the MILFs the kind of pleasure that they can never fathom having with their husbands. The up-side was that he wouldn't need much time at all to bring them both to an orgasm. He had been very calculative with kissing them, playing with their breasts as well as their asses, going about it in a way that would allow him to keep their sexual excitement at an all-time high so that he could swiftly put them out of their misery with a killing blow.

Yanking his hands out of them at once, Naruto ran his left hand across his mother's clit, plucking it gently with his thumb. She was mewling from the get-go, but then he made her world come a screeching halt by suddenly violating her pussy with the combined force of his index, ring and middle fingers. She began thrashing in record time and it was difficult containing her because he was busy getting her best friend off with his right hand.

"Cummmminggg!" chanted Kushina, closing her eyes as an abundance of juice torrented from the depths of her feminine passageway.

Mikoto was a mess as she expelled ephemeral, animal bursts of air from her son's best friend raking his fingertips across her g-spot. Her legs convulsively widened a fraction, then clamped together around his hand and wrist. "Oh, oh…fuck…meee toooooo!"

Nothing stopping him now, Naruto yanked his hands out of his convulsing girlfriends. His eyes were fully tinted in a fog of lust as he stared down at the river that had pooled around them. Breathing heavily, he reached for the waistband of his trousers and his monster cock came charging out with a vengeance, slamming so hard into his stomach that it sounded like a frantic door knock. A surfeit stream of precum simultaneously rocketed forward and splattered across the dining table behind the now hungrily staring women.

"I am going to fuck the living shit out of both of you…all night long," cooed Naruto darkly as he leaned down, reaching out and effortlessly throwing both blushing wives over his shoulders like they were sacks of potatoes. They squealed, kicking their feet in the air, but all he did was laugh as he made his way to the stairs leading up to the master bedroom.

xXx

"…you summoned me, Tsuchikage-sama?"

She tucked a curly red strand behind her ear, a smirk curled to her lips. "It's about time you got here, Onoki."

Iwa's ex-leader clicked his teeth, but reigned in his anger. Having groomed her as his successor, she knew everything about his kekkei mōra (Particle Style). Moreover, she shared his ability of flight, so it wasn't going to be easy defeating her in a fight. Emerging victorious became impossible, however, the second that dragon made its presence known. It humiliated him that he used to boss her around, and now he was her lackey and she was his boss.

"I have a task for you," continued Irene. "Now that we've finished rebuilding the village, it's about time we do something about our lack of presence in the ninja world. This has mostly to do with your refusal to align with minor villages. Your arrogance will no longer hold us back. To make sure it doesn't, I'm assigning you to convince the leaders of these villages to sign a treaty with Iwa." she paused here, leveling him with a hard stare. "Failure will not be tolerated. Am I understood?"

Onoki nodded, inwardly battling his way through the melee. "Crystal, Tsuchikage-sama."

"Good, now get the fuck out of my office," hissed the female Kage with so much venom that it could've caused second hand poison. She openly chortled as her former boss went barreling out the door and slamming it behind him.

Then in walked Deidara, who had had heard every word of the conversation, just like a handful of others who were waiting outside with him. "You're one twisted bitch, you know."

"Run your mouth like that again and I'll assign someone to have you coughing out semen," as expected, this instantly rendered the man—who she often referred to as a transvestite—speechless. "Now tell me: have you made progress with that scroll?"

The scroll in question was one of numerous forbidden jutsu scrolls that Onoki had gathered over the years. The first thing Irene did as Tsuchikage was order the man to hand everything over to her so she could present them to the ninja who she felt could handle such jutsu. Deidara was one such shinobi and the scroll she had given him had to do with his explosive clay ability.

He grinned as he held out his hands, revealing a mouth on both his palms. "It's only a matter of time until I have this scroll mastered."

"Well done," praised Irene with a nod. "Later this week, I'll be hosting a meeting at the ANBU Headquarters, where we'll be going through foreign strategy. We need to fortify our line of defense and we can't do that if Iwa continues to appear last out of all the other major villages on the bingo books."

Deidara nodded, finding no fault with the woman's logic. His initial reaction to her overthrowing Onoki was disbelief, but he soon realized that she was the change Iwa needed. Everyone that he was stationed with in ANBU shared a similar opinion because she was giving every single ninja a chance to add to their repertoire. Words couldn't describe how happy he was when he was handed that jutsu scroll. This forbidden technique was going to help him transition from an A-rank shinobi to S-rank, which would officially label him as an elite in the ninja world.

"What I want you to do now is find anything and everything on Naruto Uzumaki," the muscles in her face tightened as she drummed her fingers on her desk. "All we have on him are records of his chunin and jounin exam performances, neither of which detail anything that's out of the ordinary. There's also nothing recorded in the earlier bingo books that even hint at him being able to control the weather or anything remotely close to what he showed us on the battlefield."

Deidara inhaled a deep breath and blew out slowly. "You want me to infiltrate Konoha?"

"You'd have a better chance surviving a suicide mission," replied Irene bluntly. "Onoki was a fool not to keep track of that man's activities outside Konoha, so you're going to be sifting through his documented missions. Record only those missions that aren't within the vicinity of Fire Capital. In the meanwhile, I'm going to look through his financial ties. Apparently, he's some kind of hotshot tycoon, so maybe we can work something out with individuals he either had a falling out with or doesn't want to do business with. That's all for now."

Although he wouldn't outright admit it, the bomber was very impressed. A part of him was concerned that she was pushing them to a war with Konoha just so she could get even with Naruto. Instead, she was bolstering Iwa's military by handing out forbidden jutsu scrolls, mandatory training regimens, reaching for alliances with smaller nations, while also gathering information about their greatest threat. She was a far more competent leader than her predecessor. Pleased with his task, he bowed his head before exiting the office.

"Well, well, well…look at the busy bee."

The mage froze in place as a staggering amount of chakra flooded her office. The door started pounding with knocks, but not one of her guards were able to break through. It was like the whole area had gotten sealed off. She looked over to the side and saw a cloaked figure emerging from a corner of the room.

"You're lucky that you decided against accepting that seduction mission. Forget about it resulting in failure. I would've made sure you never made it anywhere near Konoha. Consider yourself warned. Plan all you want, but you will never harm my Danna-sama."

And with that said, the intruder vanished into a dark hole.

Beads of sweat ran down Irene's forehead as she slumped down into her chair. Dozens of her ANBU came rushing in, only to find that the threat was no longer there. Belserion, having sensed the aura, was also hovering in the air and staring at her through the window. That stranger—who was obviously a woman with that melodic voice of hers—not only was able to sneak into her office, but knew of that seduction mission Onoki had assigned her to. How was that even possible? She challenged her former leader before he could send her off on that mission. Had that blasted old coot blabbed about this to an outside party out of revenge?

What concerned her the most was the bottomless pit of chakra she could sense from the woman. The only person who terrified her with chakra levels like that was Naruto Uzumaki and he had been toying with her. Come to think of it, "Danna-sama"—an archaic term used by noble ladies to respectfully address their husbands—was thrown in that warning, which could only mean that this was obviously the blond's wife. But that didn't make any sense because there was no record of the man being married.

She exhaled slowly, calming her racing heart. 'What the fuck just happend?'

xXx

Leaning against the headboard of their rental bed, Naruto drank in the sight of his kneeling girlfriends as they stroked his cock while staring up at him, meeting his gaze. Since he was far too big to be jerked off with a single hand, and that both must be used, they decided on using a hand in unison to stimulate him. They were on either side of him, both using their right hands, and their wedding rings were shining brightly under the moonlight that was seeping through the window.

Theoretically, with their combined effort, making him bust a nut should've been a piece of cake, but the reality of the matter was that despite their individual skills and the visual of them doing this, they both had different styles of jerking him, making it tricky for him to get off on it. Though it was foolish to expect for them to be in sync. Kushina has always been a little grabbier with his cock, with her palm caressing the sensitive skin and her hand sliding up and down with the speed he knew she was most comfortable with. Mikoto, on the other hand, didn't have a fixed style because she often switched it up for his pleasure. This time, she was dragging the base of her fingers along his skin with pressure applied mainly in her thumb, but the motion was slower than her friend's.

"Kaa-hime, come and sit on my face," growled Naruto while ducking his head and letting it hit the comfortable sheets. "I need to taste you right this instant."

Kushina was confused by her son's demand, clearly expecting that he would want for her to continue giving him a handjob. She was broken from her thoughts as her best friend took her hands off their lover's cock and began coating the massive shaft with her saliva. Her lips thinned into a scowl from the sight of the woman stuffing it in and out of her mouth, but she wordlessly rose to her feet and squatted over the blond's face. With a shuddery sigh, she dropped her hips, all while watching the female Uchiha bobbing her head up and down with furious intent.

Whatever anger she was holding died down as her son began spreading her vagina, holding her intimate pink anatomy completely open and accessible. He tickled the famished lips while burrowing his lips deep between the moist cleavage of her hindquarters, causing her entire body to lock up as her spine bowed. Just like that, he yanked his tongue out her anus and began slathering saliva her along her perineum before finally bathing her still-exposed cooch with tender licks and kisses. She wailed out, fanning her arms out behind her, clutching the headboard he was previously resting his head against.

Still in the zone from dancing for the man that wasn't her husband, she started swaying her hips and stomach like she was doing hoola-hoops. Each flicker and thrust of his tongue was like him commanding her flesh, causing dramatic tension or delirious, sweet melodies that evoked sentimental tenderness. Planting her feet firmly on the mattress, she tightened her hold on the headboard behind her. And with that she dropped her hips fully, pushing the entire weight of her ass on his face, while her own face contorted in a pleasurable cringe. "O-oh…oh, fuck yes!"

"Mmm…" purred Fugaku's wife while positioned in a bastardized version of a plank with her legs stretched out, her toes on the edge of the bed, her elbows resting on her lover's thighs, her hands on either sides of her heavy tits as she smothered his gigantic dick. She relentlessly dragged the heavy orbs up and down, down and around, side to side. It felt amazing to brush her erect, throbbing nipples against his veiny flesh.

Finally letting go of her breasts, she grabbed onto his vibrating thighs and teasingly flicked her tongue along the thick texture of his testicles that were no doubt holding jism for her. Content with his involuntarily hip thrust, she smooched her way down and around his upper thighs and across his crotch. A heady mix of saliva and precum still pooled at her lips, dripping out down her chin, she went back to corkscrewing her tongue around his throbbing shaft, with the intention of making him blow hard that he would see entire galaxies.

Usually by now her son's best friend would dig his hands through her hair in a sudden burst of dominance, forcing her head into his pelvis and thrusting hips hips hard and fast. However, so lost in the pleasure she was trying to provide him, she had completely forgotten that her friend was present with them tonight. Observing that he was holding her best friend by her sides as he ate her out, she clenched her glutes and tightened her abs before dropping her head fully. Her nose pressed firmly into his groin and the thick, masculine scent overwhelmed her. Her arms soon enclosed around his back, and chakra was being channeled to her twirling and dancing tongue as the faint saltiness of his arousal washed over her taste buds.

The rocking of his hips made his balls smack her chin repeatedly. He was thrusting hard into her, his dick so down her throat that her lungs started drawing it in like it was oxygen. Suddenly, an ear-shattering scream bellowed out all across the room, making her lift her head and open her watery eyes slightly to see that her surrogate sister was orgasming on their lover's face. Such fierce tremors ran through the woman that she couldn't help but activate her sharingan. Thanks to the dojutsu, she was able to see the sheer quantity of juices gushing out of Minato's wife. As much as it pained her to admit it, she had never squirted so much in a single release.

"Bring that pussy here, Miko-hime."

His voice was that of a commander, and she found herself submitting to his order like a good little girl. A pop sound was heard as she withdrew him from her mouth, thick saliva trailing from the tip to her swollen lips. She was disappointed that she didn't get a chance to make him cum, but she'd have all the time in the world to do so tonight. "Hai, daddy."

A still panting Kushina met her best friend halfway, both sharing a succinct, awkward glance, before she continued crawling over to her son's midsection. She stared up at the towering, veiny mast that was glistening with another woman's saliva. Chewing on her bottom lip, she captured the beast with both hands and started jerking him zealously. Gathering as much saliva as she could into her mouth, she lowered her head and allowed for the accumulated drool to rinse off the remaining fluids. It mattered not that she had concurred to a threesome tonight. She wasn't about to start lapping up Mikoto's spit.

She started things off by sucking on his heavy testicles one by one, teasing both of them with her tongue, savoring the deep flavor. Letting her hands that were gripping his shaft rest at its base, she bathed its underside with her tongue as she stuffed it in and out of her mouth. She sensually let the contours of the giant cockhead start to stretch her lips as she embarked on her descent on him, her heart racing as fresh, sweltering precum oozed from his urethra. Slipping up the colonnade with blurring speed, she slammed her head down, her violet orbs attracting a reddish hue and her hallowed cheeks flushing as he punched the back of her throat.

"Fuuuuuccckk!" cried Mikoto in the meanwhile, as her son's best friend's face violently thrashed between her buttocks. She wasn't exactly sitting on his face because he was holding her up by her enormous cheeks, allowing him to tease her by slobbering over the inner cheeks of her cracks. All at once, she felt his tongue spear through her asshole and it forced the tomoes on her sharingan to spin out of control. Robbed of any mobility, she gripped her matronly thighs, fearing that she would topple over if she were not to hold onto something.

She screamed in tortured ecstasy as his intimate swabbing of her bowels left her body a puddle of mush. Her face began twisting and contorting with each loving stab of that angry tongue and from the fact that the father of her child was eating her out. Even though she couldn't see his face, with her sharingan she was able to get an x-ray representation of his tongue being milked by her gaping anus as she squeezed her anal tract around him. Suddenly, he withdrew from her, fully rested her on his face and his tongue began its excruciatingly slow voyage along her perineum until finally landing on the oozing pussy that legally belonged to Fugaku Uchiha.

Seeing that his hands were no longer holding her butt, she quickly took them in hers and intertwined their fingers, in desperate need for support. Unsurprisingly, in just a matter of seconds, her senses went numb, her back bowed upward, as he brutally interrogated her clit in between his forefinger and thumb, all while sucking the life out of her sacred walls. She started thrashing up and down, sideways and crossways, her massive tits bouncing in rhythm to her body's gyrations as she raucously rode his face like her life depended on it. In no time flat, her eyes ballooned from her face, staring blindly into the lewd tempest of hallowed orgasm.

Suddenly, Kushina was thrown off her son's crotch. She groaned as she bumped into her still-shaking friend, who was obviously no longer riding their lover's face. She flipped over to find him gripping his monster cock, his eyes clouded with animalistic desire. Now it all made sense. Since he couldn't decide which one deserved his jism, he was planning to shower them both with it. Neither of them particularly enjoyed getting their faces painted. A love for swallowing his seed was something they both had in common, so they would have to be extra vigilant here.

Hot, thick, sweet, creamy juices were awash in the Blond Mother Lover's mouth, coating his cheeks, his lips smacking together, his tongue overwhelmed. Fugaku Uchiha's wife's pussy had a divine flavor as did the wife of Minato Namikaze. But the amalgamation of those flavors?

It was godlike.

And with a beastly roar, worthy of a man with a fourteen-and-a-half inch cock, he came. Thick, creamy, white, wife-breeding essence came jettisoning forth through his urethra, mimicking the function of a chakra cannon as it split through the air before vanishing into his mother's awaiting mouth. She staggered from the volume but swallowed religiously, eager to accept more, only to find that he was shooting the second load at her best friend. He pumped his gigantic shaft as he kept shooting loads amounting to more jism than a fertility clinic can manage.

It was near impossible for him to control the trajectory of his release. Despite this, only a single load splattered across Kushina's puffy cheek and was now trickling down her shoulder. One whipped past her completely and was now acting as a second coating of paint on the wall. Nothing was missed by Mikoto, however, because she had pinpointed where her share of loads were going to end up thanks to her handy dojutsu.

Naruto respired deeply as he gathered his sweaty lovers in his arms. "That was amazing."

"You're telling me," whispered Mikoto while drew circles along her man's back. "So, how do we decide who gets to go first?"

"You're up first," announced Kushina while rinsing off her son's cock—which had been in her mouth earlier—with a hint of water chakra. She stared at her bestie, who was throwing her a look of astonishment. "This doesn't just have to do with you being pregnant, dattebane. As sochi-koi's mother, I've always wanted the best for him and I still do. I wasn't exactly myself when I had spied on you, so I wasn't able to see it back then." her voice dropped a decibel level, a soft smile curling to her lips. "I want to see how you were able to steal his heart when he was so set on stealing mine."

Mikoto breathlessly ruffled up her bestie's hair before assuming the position that most suited her current mood. It bewildered her that she was presented with the first turn, especially with how temperamental the redhead could get. It was clear that this was beyond petty jealousy. This was the golden opportunity for her to prove her worth not to Kushina Uzumaki, but to her lover's mother.

Getting on her knees, she turned to look over her shoulder, pushing her fat derriere up in the air, a hand on each buttock, pulling at them to better show the blond her puffy labial lips and winking dark-pinkish star. Both arms soon splayed out on either side of her body, hands together and resting on the sheets, her massive tits dangling beneath her. She slowly swayed her hips in anticipation for what was in store for her.

There had been awkward moments shared amongst his lovers while they were dancing for him, but that was to be expected for an unrehearsed performance. When he was making out with one, he could see the incertitude in the other's eyes when he would kiss her. However, that was only natural because they were opposed to kissing one another. He could see why taking turns swapping saliva with him could make them feel like they were breaching the boundaries they had set. When one was blowing him while he was eating out the other, he noted that they would rinse him off before blowing him. None of this was a setback. In fact, the sight of them overcoming these obstacles made the experience all the more magical and real.

Now, that reluctance, hesitance, and uncomfortable air? It vanished without a trace. In the past, his mother used to tell him how proud she was of him on a daily basis and would shower him with extra praise upon his every achievement. Similarly, he was unimaginably proud to see just how much she's grown since he first seduced her. "I love you so much, kaa-hime."

"I love you more, my sweet, sweet, Naru-chan," replied Kushina brightly while easing her head on his shoulder to lean into his ear. "Now go and fuck my best friend…hard."

His lips twisted into a dark smirk as he shared a kiss with her before turning his head. He took in the ethereal beauty of his still-kneeling girlfriend's back, thighs and ass, and how the deep valley of her spine accentuated her sumptuous body. Wasting no time, his palms found the full swell of the spheres of her ass and he burrowed his fingers deep into the doughy flesh. She threw back her head, flinging back her long main of gorgeous black hair as he dragged his mouth across her left hipbone to the glorious cleave that split her ass cheeks apart. Her moans betrayed an aching hope as his nostrils flared while inhaling as much of her feminine grace as possible.

"D-daddy!" cried out the Uchiha Matriarch. "Please, I ca—" she cut herself off as a thunderous roar echoed through the room resulting from her son's best friend swatting her ass with his calloused hand. "Oowwwieee!"

"Enough," hissed Naruto while grasping the sides of his godmother's wide pelvis bone. "Spread your legs."

There was no foreplay, no easing her into it. So brutal was the penetration that Mikoto's ass wobbled so damn hard that Kushina clamped her own thighs together with trepidation. She exhaled a quivery breath as her son's thrusts fired off with an inertia that made the sight of his hulking form towering over the mortal wife all the more graphic. Her best friend's head shot up, her hair flying all over the place, her tits swinging, her deafening shrieks echoing throughout the entire rental house. Her lover's huge biceps that could easily snap a person's body with brute strength, swelled with tension as he took the Uchiha Matriarch like a demon possessed.

In no time flat, the MILF began blindly reaching back, her questing hands finding the blond's arms and gripping them. The diamonds on her wedding ring sparkled against his much larger arm as if to simulate her remonstrating. Her hands were swiftly flung off, as Naruto reached down and around to her juddering breasts, fondling them, like he was weighing them, his fingers occasionally squeezing her rock hard nipples, all while slaying her married pussy. The sheer size of his cock was massaging a sweet spot beneath her clitoris that her tiny-dicked husband would've never in a million years been able to stimulate through intercourse.

A civilian would've faced serious trouble trying to follow the supersonic blur, but because she was a veteran kunoichi, Kushina was following all of this with ease.

"Kaami-saaaammmaaaaaaa!" hollered Mikoto as she started creaming down her lover's cock. She continued to meet his powerful thrusts, each time getting shoved an inch forward due to her not grounding her knees properly. The next series of thrusts were the roughest, and resulted in her slamming against the headboard, instantly derailing it from the bed and leaving a noticeable bump on her forehead. Her sharingan flared as black flames came shooting out and burning through the headboard.

Before the amaterasu could reach the wall, Kushina threw a couple seal tags to contain the flames. Her breathing was labored as she turned to see that the couple had paid this hiccup no mind. When she had called her son, "daddy", he hadn't treated her nearly this rough, yet his malicious handling of her had terrified her.

But Mikoto?

She didn't even look like a fucking woman right now! Rather, she looked like some sort of rabid female beast that was being tortured into domestication by a blond-haired god. The thing that shocked her the most was the euphoria on her best friend's face. It became crystal clear to her that that could never be her. Fugaku's wife truly deserved to be called their lover's little girl. Despite this, the scene was so hot that Kushina found herself reaching for her pussy.

Itachi's mother's mouth was open, but all that came out of her was an obscene, retching gargle as each thrust made feel her like her clit was slowly inflating to a balloon popping size. As if reading braille, the walls of her sacred passageway now painted vivid images behind her eyes of her son's best friend's big, fat cock tunneling through her quivering tissues, parting them all the way up her birth canal and expanding her hot orifice.

Taking a fistful of her hair into his fist, he tugged, hard, yanking on her illustrious mane like the reins on a stampeding horse, causing her mind, body and soul to come to a screeching halt as a sizable glob of saliva came shooting out of her mouth. The spinning tomoes of her dojutsu homed in on the drab color of the ceiling as she obediently bounced off his chakra-enhanced accelerating pelvis. Tears streaked down her cheeks mixing together with the drool that was dribbling down the sides of her hung jaw. His hand left her head, sending it plummeting down before she felt it wrap around her vulnerable neck.

'What…the…holy…fucking…shit…' mumbled Kushina inwardly as her entire perspective on both her best friend and son changed with this one ferocious round of sex. The bed was drenched with Mikoto's continuous orgasms, though she also came damn hard. She studied the hunched over form of her son, who had just backed out from his godmother's gaping, absolutely wrecked pussy, and was now aligning himself with her puckered rosebud.

"D-d-d-daddy…" murmured an exhausted Mikoto, her ass still raised high, her buttocks apple red, her legs still spasming. "I can't handle any more. Please…please no more."

On shaky legs, Kushina crawled behind her son and coiled her arms around his midsection. She could feel the heat rolling off his body as her meaty tits squashed against his back. "Don't listen to her, sochi-koi. Fuck her up the ass."

Naruto embraced the lust in his mother's voice and was soon engulfed with the sensation of the crinkly ridges of Fugaku's whining wife's butthole as it stretched over his cockhead. Bottoming out inside her, he was instantly squeezed by her famished anus, earning him feeble moans that sounded like she was being slowly tortured. He savored the first few thrusts that were gentle in nature, allowing him to really feel her anal ring as it tightened around his shaft.

Running his medicinal chakra-laced fingers along her still very numb vagina, he slowly picked up the speed of his thrusts. Although he had been treating her like she doesn't matter, that doesn't mean he wasn't paying attention to her. Right now her pussy was too overworked for the hardships that her asshole would soon have to endure, so he was healing her to avoid harming her. He wouldn't outright say it nor would she acknowledge it because their sexual roles right now forbade it. Once he was sure she was ready to take another beating, he grabbed hold of her cherry-red hips and went drilling into her like he was mining for gold.

'Oh…my…Kami-sama…' thought the redhead, clinging onto her son for dear life as he exploded with chakra and blurred back and forth on the shaking bed, exterminating the poor, screaming, crying, howling, ragdoll of a wife. Spank, spank, spank; each swat echoing throughout the room and joining the dark, wicked concerto as his hands left scorching, bloody marks on the woman's butt cheeks, none of which were going to disappear any time soon. Mito's descendant chewed on her bottom lip, her eyes misty, her breathing heavy, her nails digging into his midsection. There was no way this savagery could be labeled as hardcore sex.

The bed's incessant squeaking suddenly hiked up a decibel level, and then the legs of the frame snapped under the pressure as well as the bars of lumber directly underneath the mattress supporting it. The entire frame came crashing down to the floor, but this had no effect on Naruto, who kept banging his best friend's mother, nor Mikoto, who was too busy gushing juices to care for such trivial matters. Kushina was thankfully still holding onto her son.

She didn't need to look over his shoulder to see the copulation that had resulted in destroying the beautiful mahogany oak bedframe and also ruining the king-sized mattress. By activating her Uzumaki clan inherited sensory abilities and applying chakra to her ears to cancel out the vicious noise of flesh connecting, she was able to mentally conjure a guesstimate of the thunderous travels his cock was making, sliding in and out through the woman's dark pinkish anatomy, titillating the millions of nerves lining the walls of her entire anal canal.

"Please stop, daddy!" cried Sasuke's thrashing mother as pain radiated from her nipples, spreading across her body, wounding tightly in her pregnant belly, a raging pit of fire torrenting through her chakra network. "Please…my butt…it's…it's burning!"

Naruto's eyes flashed a brilliant blue as he steeled his heart. "I'll stop when your punishment is over. Until then, keep giving me that ass!"

She kept giving it, and he kept taking it. By now sweat was streaming down her face, her g-spot overwhelmed by the desperate signals her anal ring was channeling through her core. Her shoulders hunched up, head down, her arms spearing through the mattress, forcing her fingers to go digging into the foam. "PLEASE STOP! YOU'RE BREAKINNGG MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

Her adoration for getting taken like a bitch in heat used to horrify her husband after he saw firsthand how brutal the man she was cheating on him with could get with her. Mikoto, however, did not paint extreme sex like this in a negative light. She wasn't wild like this with anyone other than Naruto because he was the only person in existence who she trusted this side of her with. This still wasn't the roughest he's ever been with her, as he's shown her countless times in the past what he's truly capable of in the bedroom. However, she knew this was the roughest he would get with her now that she's pregnant.

She was aware that her best friend was watching them, and was probably scarred, but that only fed her fetish of exhibitionism, which had originated from forcing her husband to watch her engage in coitus with Naruto. Due to the adrenaline from having an audience, she was a little off her game, and that was enough to prevent her from sensing his cock erupting like a volcano deep in the heart of her anus. Neurons bombarded her brain with signals of overwhelming pleasure as wave after wave of agonizing, excruciating ecstasy slammed through her. She bit down on the sheets, her nostrils flaring out as the huge loads of impregnating cream jettisoned into a region so deep in her butt that it vibrated with the intensity of a powerful motor. It was at that moment her convulsing vagina decided that enough is enough.

"CCCUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMINNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGG!" bellowed out Mikoto, her tits swinging about underneath her, her sharingan going haywire as her eyes started to roll to the back of her head, a seemingly endless series of spasms running through her legs.

Uncoiling her arms from her son's tense body, Kushina crawled over to the battered figure of the woman she was sharing him with. Mikoto's beaten asshole was opening and closing like it was frantically gobbling air, while her swollen pussy was still coughing out juices. Her bloody-red, handprint-marked hips were still pushed up in the air but her face was mushed into the bedsheets, her arms still embedded deep within the foam of the mattress. Her black hair was a sweaty mess as it splayed over every which way. "Boy…sochi-koi sure fucked the shit out of you, Mikoto-chan."

"T-tha…" began Sasuke's mother within pants as she tiredly lifted her head, only to stop midway through because she had screamed herself hoarse. Her eyes started to droop as her sharingan deactivated. "That's…why…he's my…daddy."

"I believe you," whispered Minato's wife, but her response didn't reach the blackette on time for she promptly passed out. She pulled the woman's arms out of the mattress and was about to turn her on her side when she got reeled back by the blond. Perhaps that pang in her heart would never go away, but she smiled genuinely to see him bathing his godmother with affection. Nothing in the universe could break them apart.

Not even her.

With both hands Naruto framed his pregnant girlfriend's face, running his fingers through her sweaty hair, caressing her scalp before moving on to her face – her full, picturesque, flushed face. Having already channeled medicinal chakra to the bruises he left on her derriere, he was now healing the mark on her forehead resulting from her banging her head into the headboard. Bringing her into the spooning position, he lifted one of her legs, unfurling it from the other, until he was able to drape it over his own, giving him full access to her pussy. He reached around her hips to align himself, and by the time she stirred awake, he was idly rocking into her with fragile strokes. "I love you, Miko-hime."

"I love you more, Naru-koi," said Mikoto breathlessly through half-lidded eyes as she tilted her head and pulled her man's face to hers. They kissed for several minutes, their tongues playing together languidly, exploring the deepest recesses of each other's mouth. Soon, she was punctuating the passionate exchange with strategically planted kisses of appreciation along the side of his face, down his jawline before nibbling on the nape of his neck. After a vicious round of animalistic mating, it was customary for them to share at least one tender round of lovemaking before going back to banging each other's brains out.

Kushina sat crisscrossed, her mouth wide open in awe. The blond, who she had just recently witnessed destroying her best friend, was now moving so slowly, and was now massaging Mikoto's breasts so gently that she couldn't help but start tweaking her own erect nipples. It made her pussy yearn for his affection to see him licking a line behind Fugaku's wife's ear down to her shoulder blades, ducking down to kiss her neck, all while massaging her stomach in the rhythm of the woman's bucking hips. Their lovemaking was so tender, yet so overwhelming. Soon, the woman climaxed with a melodious hum in her voice, not that she could blame her – even she would be vocalizing her love for their man were he to be this gentle with her.

"Now go and take care of your mother," said Sasuke's mother after coming down from her orgasmic high. "I want revenge for her telling you to fuck me up the ass."

Naruto laughed as he rinsed off his cock with water chakra, just like his mother had done for him earlier. After all, he knew she wouldn't appreciate him penetrating her with his dick drenched with her best friend's juices.

Kushina scoffed haughtily at her bestie, idly noticing the puddle of feminine cream had congregated beneath her cunt.

"Sure thing, Miko-hime," with that said, he sat her upright and had her lean against the headboard, which he just noticed had a giant charred hole through it. The wall it was leaning against was also charred, and was donning a very sizable dent. He also noticed that the bed frame was no longer supporting the worn mattress they were on. Moreover, they were stationed at somewhat of an odd angle, since one leg of the bedframe was still holding up. "Oh, right."

"I can't believe baka crow fired off the Amaterasu like that. I was lucky to have sealed it in time. She's also responsible for creating those holes in the mattress," said Kushina dully, resulting in a giggle from Mikoto that was coupled with her sheepishly scratching the back of her head. "And then you broke the bed while fucking her, not that that should come to us as a surprise."

"Yeah," whispered Mikoto in a faraway tone, as she couldn't count the number of beds that she and her lover have broken into, literally. "Sorry about the Amaterasu, but I knew it wouldn't have been a problem for you to seal. Should we take this to the other room now that this one's almost in shambles?"

"No," replied Minato's wife before their lover could say his piece. "I need my son and I need him now."

Naruto was grinning foxily as he loomed over his mother. "Hmmm…now how should I take Hokage-sama's wife tonight?"

"With no protection."

A small gasp was heard from behind them that originated from a shocked looking Mikoto. It had triggered her to learn that her friend was taking it up the ass less than a month into coupling with their lover, especially since it took her five years to muster the courage to ask him to sodomize her. Similarly, little things here and there about the redhead have made her jealous, so obviously hearing those words should've felt like she was taking a kunai to the heart – except it didn't. She was knocked-for-six, sure; but she wasn't jealous. She understood full well how much this means to Kushina. After all, this was a dream that they've both shared for decades. She was fortunate to have her dream come true. Now it was her friend's turn.

"Are you sure?" asked Naruto, his voice carrying disbelief as he ran his hands along the sides of his mother's delicate face. By no protection she was hinting at neither of them using a birth control jutsu prior to their coupling. In seconds he was responded to with a positive head gesture. He sighed; there was so much he had planned on doing with her before ultimately impregnating her. But if this was his goddess' heart's desire, he was man enough to accept that.

"I suppose a son should listen to his mother," said Naruto finally, chuckling as the rambunctious redhead threw herself in his arms. "Let's get you pregnant, kaa-hime."

Kushina was on cloud-nine as she showered his face with kisses. The notion of getting bred by him was why she had gone to get her cervix strengthened by Tsunade. She and her son had talked about this a while ago. During that time, she fell in love with the idea of him taking her on trips around the Elemental Nations, and also because she too felt they were too early in their relationship to have a child together. However, she started feeling differently a month ago. This had nothing to do with her best friend being pregnant. It had all to do with her own desire for having another child, something that her husband has always been viperously against.

"I'll be in the other room," voiced Mikoto, forcing chakra to her shaky legs so she could stand. That four-hour-long session in which her lover had impregnated her was sacred to her, so she wanted for her best friend to have a similar experience. Before being able to take off, she was slammed back down. "Hey!"

"You're not going anywhere, Mikoto-chan," declared Minato's wife with nothing but compassion in her voice as she placed her hands on the blackette's shoulders. "Tonight we are sharing the man we love. You shared with me your precious moment with your daddy, and I want nothing more than to share with you what's going to be my most treasured moment with my sochi-koi. Please stay, dattebane."

Even if she were to have gotten jealous, it would've gotten swept away by the tomato's words. Her eyes glistened as she flashed the woman a breathtakingly radiant smile. "Okay, I'll stay."

Naruto took in a long, deep breath, his heart swelling with pride from espying their beautiful interaction. It was then his mother started crawling over to him on shaky hands and knees, a lambent glow surrounding her, her breathing labored. Her hands instantly flew all over his body; her fingers dragging over the definition in his huge, rippling biceps, trailing not even an inch past his stomach because her eyes were now locked onto his humongous cock which was still fully erect, still rearing to take some married pussy.

Tonight he would be impregnating his mother.

But not right this instant.

A lustful grin etched across his face as he chucked his squealing parent up by her sides. It was adorable to see her flailing her arms out and about with her massive tits hanging down towards him, but he resisted the urge to coddle her. Pulling her cheeks apart, he lowered her until his cockhead poked her unsuspecting rosebud. "I do believe a little payback is in order."

"I'll get you back for this, bitch," promised Kushina with a venomous hiss, mock glaring at her best friend, who was performing a little victory dance. "Just you waaaaaaaaiitttttff—fffffcuuuccckk!"

Mikoto laughed, her huge puppies jiggling as she enjoyed the spectacle of her surrogate sister getting brutally sodomized. Of course, this was nothing but a fib. Naruto had started off with a gradual penetration and was easing his mother with her sensual descent down over fourteen-and-a-half inches of steel.

"That's it, Naru-koi. Stretch your mother's asshole. Show her that…" her voice faded off into a mere whisper. "No, I want you justify to me why I've never been able to replace her. Show me why you're your mother's one, true love."

Naruto nodded, silently acknowledging those words by taking delight in the intoxicating potency of his mother as he bottomed out inside her.

Despite her acceptance, it was still difficult stomaching the sight of her handsome blond's cock sliding in and out of another woman's anus. At least Kushina had the luxury of spying on them a few months ago, allowing her to mentally brace herself for tonight. She, on the other hand, had only seen the incestuous coupling on television – that too for only a couple of minutes. Be that as it may, she soon became entranced by the redhead's small exhalations and exclamations of pleasure, the rattling of broken bedframe parts piled underneath the worn-out mattress, the unique moist suction and thrusting of man and woman fusing together into one entity.

Since the tempo was slow, the red-haired mommy was able to transition from the traditional cowgirl to a more intimate version of it by leaning down and cradling his head in her bosom. She cooed through her grinding with her strong, unforgiving anal walls as he grazed her nipple across his tongue and front teeth. Her nipples quaked under the boiling hot saliva he was lathering them with while chewing on them like a pacifier. In an instant, her mind drifted to her goal for this lovemaking session. The second he unlatched from her tits, she yanked herself back until she was seated upright and began passionately raising and dropping her hips.

But now that her rectum was going nuclear with heat, her son took two greedy handfuls of her tush and started jackhammering into her. Her tits swung up and down with the intensity of a hyperactive child. Red, luscious tresses flew over her contorted face, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. Since her consciousness was drifting toward delirium, she was unable to enunciate words, so all that escaped her was a chain of guttural babbles. Her nails dug deep into his shoulder blades, gyrating like a slut as her dirty hole started contracting.

"I-I'm cummmminnggg!" squealed Kushina, a tsunami of juices gushing out of her. Because her pussy wasn't occupied with her son's fingers, and because he was fucking her up the ass, every single drop was splashing and bouncing off his body, landing in various sections of the bed, a few splashes even making it on the floor.

A shuddery breath escaped Fugaku's wife, her vagina convulsing in awe of that gargantuan orgasm. 'For fuck's sake, Kushina-chan…that was insane.'

"Now, kaa-hime," whispered Naruto as he groped his mother's quivering derriere. "It's about time I put a baby in you."

Everything happened in slow motion for the Red Hot Habanero as her offspring pulled her towards him while unsheathing his monstrous shaft from her asshole. The gaping rosebud opened and closed with the same rhythm of her labored breathing. A heavy fog rolled in over her mind as he expanded her, filling her tight passage, his rigid core of raw masculinity massaging uncharted nerve endings deep in her loins. She shuddered on his cock and clung onto him for support, her calve muscles tightening, toes curling, spots filling her vision, and all of this was with just from him penetrating her. It was like her womb was preparing itself for the imminent impregnation.

He leaned up and their lips met softly, gently, and their kiss built very slowly. Coiling tension spread through her as he pressed harder against her. She parted her lips in return, inviting the tip of his tongue deeper, and began kissing him back deeply, passionately. Her pussy started contracting as he began smooching the sensitive skin of her neck with exquisite care and consummate skill. His hands had flown to her heaving breasts and were fondling them with great delicacy. Her hardened nipples shuddered from him rolling them in between his fingertips.

"Put a baby in me," began Minato's cheating wife deliriously. "Make me pregnant," her voice was hypnotic as her son began thrusting into her with his massive—light years ahead of her husband's paltry offering—cock. A wave of pleasure, ferocious in its intensity, originating from her clitoris, roared over her and became a maddening, demanding itch deep inside her dripping cunt. Her breathing came in fast, shallow gasps, and then she came, hard, fast, thrashing and screaming in ecstasy. She contracted sharply around her son's cock, creaming down on his length as her orgasm went on and on and on, unstoppable, for several minutes.

"MAKE ME FUCKING PREGNANT, DATEBAAAAANNNNE!"

Mikoto was astonished by her bestie's way of going about conceiving a child. When she was getting bred by the blond shinobi, not once during their four-hour long session had they spoken a word to one another. She had let her mind, body, and soul do all the talking for her, but Kushina was expressing herself far more vocally. Moreover, she was far gentler in her motions on that precious day, whereas Kushina was exhibiting reckless abandon.

She noted that the blond was also being vocal, which actually made a ton of sense. Because of how long he's been studying them as individuals, he had become a master of picking up on their emotions and catering to their specific needs. This was why he hadn't spoken a word to her while impregnating her, and it was why he was chiming in with the bellowing redhead now.

"AAAARGGGGGHHH!" roared the female Uzumaki at the top of her lungs, stars dancing in her vision as her offspring continued to thrust, and then another orgasm ripped through her body like molten fire. She bucked her hips wildly, riding the wrenching waves of ecstasy. Red chakra engulfed her as her hair started hovering in the form of nine tails.

But Naruto didn't stop hammering into his mother. She could get very excitable and just as easily jealous or angry. When it's more than she can handle, a side of hers emerges that's almost impossible to tame, which was why his father used to fear her. The Red Hot Habanero hadn't emerged this time around because they were having hardcore sex—he's taken her much, much harder than this—but because of her going bonkers from the reality sinking in that she was finally going to become pregnant after almost two decades of constant refusal from her husband. Her yearning not to let this opportunity pass by her must've consumed her whole.

The inner workings of her mind, body and soul were all-too familiar to him. After all, for him to be a man that his girlfriends can turn to when it matters, it was imperative to take every conscious effort to be vigilant, patient and understanding with them. He had decided years ago—back when he realized that he couldn't leave Sasuke's mother—that he would never be able to get the two MILFs to share him unless he were to shower them with his love every, single, waking, second of his life. They deserved that and so much more.

Darkness crept in from the corners of her vision. Suddenly, she found herself staring at what appeared to be light at the end of a tunnel. With a ferocious shriek, she was brought back to earth as her son literally fucked the sense back into her. She was babbling and spasming hysterically as those continuous, titanic orgasms finally took their toll on her body. With no strength in her, she slumped over and he caught her in his protective arms.

Softly, gently, life returned to her as he caressed her collarbone, slid down over her breasts, moved back up her sides. He massaged her shoulders, strong and skillful hands warm on her body. When he moved up to her face, she turned her head gently left and right to feel his tender, brushing strokes. His kisses left her breathless as he was showering every inch of her skin with them. She shivered, resting her head on his shoulder.

She had tried her hardest to showcase her growth by becoming a willing party in tonight's threesome, by allowing her best friend to go first, by embracing him from behind while he railed on Fugaku's wife. Now all of that that momentum was shot to shit and it was making her feel incredibly vulnerable. "I…I don—"

"Shh.." whispered Jiraiya's student while gently pecking his parent's lips, sensing her frustration, embarrassment, and arousal all assembling together. "You know that I'll always embrace that side of you because it's what makes you, you, and I love you, kaa-hime."

"I love you so, so much, sochi-koi," sniffled Kushina, thanking the heavens that she had such a compassionate lover in her son, who knew just what to say to her, who never hesitated to show his love for her. Her husband may have promised on their wedding day to be there for her through thick and thin, through the good times and bad, in sickness and in health, but only the man she was cheating on him with could make good on those promises.

"He's right, you know. You wouldn't be Kushina Uzumaki without your tomato moments," piped in Mikoto, who was leaning against the wall with a sly smile dancing across her lips. It didn't surprise her that their lover was able to subjugate the Red Hot Habanero and snap her out of whatever trance she was in. She knew that he was the one for her from the get-go, which was why she had fought so hard to win his heart after he seduced her.

The red-haired MILF replied to that with a glare before turning back to face the man who was going to put a bun in her oven. Deciding against rebooting their lovemaking session in her ever-favorite cowgirl position, she silently tugged on his hand, and he, knowing what she wanted without her having to tell him, sat upright without letting go of her. It was electric when he folded his legs beneath her and she draped her legs over his torso. Both peered into each other's eyes, their foreheads touching, their hearts melting, their souls connecting.

And thus began a slow, rhythmic dance of a man and woman tied by the Red Strings of Fate.

Fugaku's wife felt herself get swept away by the couple's rocking, as though they were like fishermen rowing a boat across the ocean. Even when they picked up the speed, they were still in perfect symmetry. Her eyes started to water from watching the brilliant glow surrounding both her sister and their lover. She crawled closer to them, yearning more than to just bare witness to their incestuous love. Onyx orbs met violet for the briefest of seconds when the redhead caught a glimpse of her while resting her head over the blond's shoulder. The silent gesture of acceptance made her move closer, her hands shaking as she embraced the man she was cheating on her husband with from behind, wrapping her arms around his midsection.

The Red Hot Habanero was having the most powerful hallucinations she'd ever experienced as this tender, beautiful lovemaking caught her in a throbbing vortex of something extreme, of something totally out of this world, alien, and yet so joyously wonderful. All she could do was tighten her legs around her son, feeling his massive biceps and his broad shoulders. From the corner of her eye she could see long, luscious black tresses, reminding her that her bestie was clinging onto their lover. However, the edges of her vision slowly faded away, taking her back into another world where only she and her son existed.

She buried her face in the crook of his neck, crippled by the hopeful, erotic vision of a child born from their potent conduct of beautiful, incestuous, adulterous lovemaking. Would they have a son or daughter? Would he or she have red or blond hair? Would he or she have whisker marks too?! Lifting her head off his shoulder, she was immediately met with an abundant kiss as he slipped his dripping tongue inside her starved mouth, almost as though they had been sharing the same dream. She cradled the sides of his face, riding his cock with an even greater passion.

Red tomoes spun from behind the blond as a sniffling Mikoto felt their emotions pouring through their lovemaking. 'Thank you for showing me why I was never able to fully capture his heart, Kushina-chan. You truly deserve my Naru-koi just as much as he deserves you.'

Their hair became entangled as their fingers roamed throughout each other's lengthy tresses, stroking the other's face as often as they could. They both held their breath in unison, staring with their mouths agape. With an expulsion of red chakra, with each stroke of his cock, the rumblings of an incomprehensible orgasm started to coalesce. Her toes started to curl up as she clawed helplessly at his hair. His strokes slowed as her pussy muscles tightened around his erection, bathing him in steaming juices, but he never stopped thrusting. Despite its mind-numbing property, her orgasm left her wanting more, and she found herself bouncing on his lap within seconds after drenching them both with her juices.

Naruto.

Maelstrom.

It's true that she had named her son "Naruto" because that it came from the only book Jiraiya's written that she's enjoyed reading. She initially found it adorable because it translated to a ramen topping. However, what cemented her decision was that the name was atavistic in the sense that it also translated to maelstrom, a powerful whirlpool, just like the insignia of their ancestral homeland. Red chakra started seeping through her heart and connecting to his. Their eyes met, and she found another reason why Naruto was a paragon name, and it was because of the whirlpool he was creating inside her.

And then her son came.

His heavy balls contracted, and the overwhelming sensation of thick, wife-breeding jism decorating her insides caused the endorphins to rush through her body with explosive force. Tears streamed down her face from the first stream of molten lava burning everything in its path as it rocketed forward to the door of her cervix like a missile locked onto a target. Her pussy convulsed in instinctual response to each following buck of his muscular body that resulted in him shooting rope after rope of his seed deep into her fertile womb, soaking her ovaries.

Her pupils began to dilate, drifting in and out of consciousness. She was able to stay awake long enough to slump forward, but ended up smooching the side of his face when she was aiming to kiss his lips. "I love you, sochi-koi."

"I love you, kaa-hime," replied Naruto, genuinely overwhelmed that he had at long last bred his mother, his father's wife, a woman who holds a piece of his heart that no one can replace.

"Now, now, Kushina-chan. You know you can't hog my daddy, right?" chimed Mikoto while peeling herself from the blond shinobi's back and resting her head on his unoccupied shoulder, for the first time speaking since she started embracing him from behind. Her eyes were misty, for she had also embarked on an otherworldly journey from baring witness to the couple's magical lovemaking.

Kushina closed her eyes, a serene smile curled to her lips. "I wasn't planning on it, dattebane,"

Naruto's monster cock throbbed painfully.

He was never going to forget tonight, and he never will because all of this was being recorded across multiple cameras that they had set up in the room.

xXx

…drip.

…..drip.

….drip.

"I'm so deeply sorry, Grayfia-chan."

Grayfia kept sobbing into her husband's arms. With the help of Serafall, whose magician friends had presented them with a lead on Trixeha's Book of Dark Magic, they had traveled across the vast corners of the world trying to track it down. It was an accurate lead and it led them to discovering one of the most coveted artifacts in existence. The husband and wife were so emotional that their dear friend had to flip through the pages for them. Unfortunately, not a single page contained information related to the curse that had been placed on Sirzechs.

"…Sirzechs-tan, Grayfia-tan…"

But Serafall didn't receive a reply for the broken married couple took off. Her hands dangling by her side, she prepared a magical spell of her own. There was no way she was going to let those two suffer like this. There must be something else she can do. And so she appeared inside the Gremory estate, with the intention of comforting the couple, but was immediately put on guard when she saw the look of dread in their eyes.

Before them was the Infinity Dragon, who was perched on the oversized dining table, munching on what appeared to be a pastry of some sort.

"Mmm…that was delicious," said Ophis as she wiped her mouth. "And now that the guests of honor are here, let's get straight down to business."

Venelana gritted her teeth, infuriated that this blasted woman was exerting so much authority over them that she was treating her home like a personal plaything. Not only had she abased her servants on their uniform, she had them cook this extravagant feast. She even had the nerve to give them the day off. Now she was ordering her son around. However, she was forced to bit her tongue. It wouldn't bode well for them to upset the person who defeated Great Red.

Zeoticus Gremory, on the other hand, exhibited far more control than his wife.

"We will discuss this in private, Ophis-sama," hissed Sirzechs, not wanting his parents—his father in particular—catching wind of his prior meeting with the dragon. "Please allow my wife and I to treat you to dinner."

Grayfia was too apoplectic with rage to form words, so she just glared at the fiend.

"I'm fine right here, but thanks for the offer," was Ophis' malign reply. "Now take your seats," the two fumed, but did as told. "Much better. So, have you made a decision yet?"

"Decision?" Venelana couldn't help but ask. "What decision?"

"It's nothing, kaa-sa—"

"Your son's dying," interrupted Kaguya's old rival while reaching out for another one of those scrumptious jelly desserts. She cooed at the looks of horror dancing across the room. "Oh, I take it you didn't know? Yeah, that disease is much more serious than you thought. It's a virus that Trixeha had created that ended up killing God."

Serafall dropped her head, reminded of how powerful that curse was.

Sirzechs' demonic energy flared as that dragon dropped the bomb on his parents, a truth he had tried his hardest to keep from them. True enough, his mother pounced on him, sobbing into his arms while mumbling incoherently into his chest. He wasn't sure what to make of his father's reaction. The man's expression was thicker than most textbooks.

"I'm warning you, Ophis-sama, that if you—"

"And I have the cure," said the dragon uncaringly, squashing Grayfia's threat like a cockroach. She could barely contain her excitement as she waited for Venelana to remove herself from Sirzechs. She wasn't disappointed at all with the twinkle of hope filling her eyes.

"Your daughter-in-law, well she must…" she paused here as Rias' brother came charging for her with the intent to kill. She chortled at his gall. In the blink of an eye, he was sprawled on the floor and she was digging her heel into his skull. "Learn your place, pest. Here I am trying to help you and you have the nerve to attack me?"

"Please, Ophis-sama!" shouted Grayfia. "Please let him go. I'll do it, we'll do it."

This was the pinnacle of humiliation for the Satan. He was the strongest devil currently, and this woman had him beat in mere seconds. She didn't even bother playing around. This was a reminder to all of them that she had defeated Great Red. "G-G-Grayfia-chan…"

'Sirzechs-tan…' thought Serafall as she balled up her fists. He was already devastated from learning that there was no cure in the book, but now his pride was shot.

Venelana's entire body was shaking with rage. Unfortunately, she was forced to reign in her anger because she had heard that there was apparently a cure. It mattered not what it took to cure him. She would not lose her baby to this thing. Another thing on her mind was why the dragon had uttered her daughter-in-law's name.

Zeoticus was once again far more controlled than his wife. "What we have to do?"

"As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted," replied Ophis as she plopped back down on the dining table. "There is a cure, but there's a catch. I will agree to cure the devil if his wife agrees to get inseminated by a man of my choosing."

"How dare you," the mama bear's words came spewing out, practically dripping with venom. "You want my daughter…to cheat…to betray…"

Serafall was so taken back that she fell to her knees. Now it was clear why the couple were so desperate to find a cure. She looked over at them and felt her heart crumbling to itty-bitty pieces as they consoled one another.

"I find this to be palatable."

A thunderous echo filled the dining hall as Venelana slapped the shit out of her husband, leaving one nasty handprint. "Have you lost your mind?!"

"Sirzechs is a linchpin to our race," said Lord Gremory, unfazed by the remark, though he couldn't ignore the stinging pain. "If curing him means Grayfia has to conceive another man's child, then that's what she'll do. If we don't agree to those terms, Ophis-sama will no doubt wage war on all devilkind. We must do what's best for devilkind."

Sirzechs closed his eyes as his shaking wife cradled his face. He was not at all surprised that his father was in favor of Ophis' demented scheme. He wasn't even surprised that the man's reason for wanting him to live was that he was held in high esteem by their faction and losing him would essentially put them at a disadvantage. Then again, it wasn't like they were humans with a moral compass. They were devils, who do unlawful things on the daily, but Zeoticus was an entirely different species of devil. This was why he never wanted the man to hear about this.

The Gremory matriarch exhaled deeply. "Then, if you wouldn't mind, Ophis-sama, I'd like to offer myself as a substitute for Grayfia-chan."

"Venelana!"

"K-k-kaa-sama!"

"It's what's best for devilkind," added the big-breasted matriarch, throwing her husband's words right back at him. "This is beyond pride. This is beyond shaming our family's name. This is a mother doing right by her child. Sirzechs-kun has suffered long enough."

Grayfia desperately latched onto her mother-in-law's hand. She didn't want her to make this sacrifice, but one look from her made her back down. Venelana was not messing around. She turned her husband for support, but he was a sobbing mess, clearly not expecting for these turn of events. Neither of them wanted the woman to have to sully herself for their sake.

Zeoticus just sneered at his wife, his demonic energy flaring.

"So intriguing," murmured Ophis. "You'd give yourself up to save your child," her lips twisted into a nasty smirk as she floated over to the woman. "Sadly for you, this heartwarming reaction has only made the idea of breeding your daughter-in-law all the more exhilarating."

Venelana gnashed her teeth together, tears running down the sides of her face. Her normally bright eyes were dead as she donned a look of defeat. The dragon was a monster – an absolute monster. 'I'm so sorry, my children.'

Sirzechs had never wanted to kill anyone as bad as he wanted to kill this fiend.

"The man I've selected is from another dimension," resumed the deity, basking in the tears and sorrow. "Should you accept, I'll take both you and your husband to his world. When you are confirmed pregnant, I'll bring you back and administer the cure. Should you reject, well…you know what'll happen."

Frankly, this has never truly been about Kaguya. Devils have undermined her authority for the longest time and it was about time she reminded them who's in control, here. The whole plot of impregnating Grayfia came to fruition prior to hearing the Otsutsuki's plans of winning over that "Sun God" of hers. However, both plans meshed so well that she clued her friend in on it. But then the woman had the nerve to shoot her down, stating that the plan held no merit and that not just anyone was worthy of the blond's affection. That was the last time they spoke to one another. Now she was going to do this to rub it in the horned-woman's face.

Before anyone could get a word out, the dragon vanished without a trace.

Dropping to her knees, Venelana gathered her daughter-in-law and son in her arms, giving them the warmth they so dearly needed. "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry."

Grayfia wept silently as she embraced her mother-in-law, at the very least comforted at the fact the woman had tried sacrificing herself for them. 'Please forgive me, Sirzechs-kun, but I will do whatever it takes to save you.'

Serafall was still staring blankly at the ceiling, realizing now just how fucked they were.

'Grayfia-chan…' thought Sirzechs, feeling his wife's emotions spooling out of her. Why did this happen to them? What did they do to deserve this? If they didn't accept the offer, war would be imminent. His father would rather offer them to Ophis than risk that. Personally, dying from this disease sounded better than enduring the sight of another man laying a hand on his wife. Unfortunately, there would be no convincing Grayfia now.

It looks as though her mind has already been made up.

xXx

It was the day after Naruto's birthday, and the threesome were now bathing in a pond that Kushina had created via water chakra. The home they had rented was in shambles. Both bedrooms were destroyed with denting in the walls. Only a few doors were left standing. The shower curtains were torn apart coupled with a broken toilet seat and leaking faucets. The kitchen sink was broken with a plethora of cracked dishes. Multiple windows were shattered. None of the paintings had survived. All in all, the entire house was in need for total renovation, but there was no need for the blond to concern himself with the funds because the amount required to fix the damage wasn't even pocket change for him.

"Miko-hime, I wish you'd change your mind."

"No," whispered Mikoto softly as her son's best friend lathered up her breasts with another fresh coating of water. "Your shadow clones may help, but I want to personally go and check on my sons. So after I depart for Konoha tomorrow, I want you to take Kushina-chan to some of the places we used to visit," she paused here, sighting a serenely smiling redhead glancing at her from over their lover's shoulder. "I'll join you two in a couple of days."

Kushina resumed with dragging her tits up and down her son's back, which was littered with claw marks that proved that two women were in his bed last night. She silently thanked her bestie for granting her this chance to make some precious memories with him. There was no doubt in her mind that she was pregnant right now, and she couldn't wait until she could sense that extra chakra signature. "You will have sochi-koi all to yourself tonight, Mikoto-chan."

"That's what I was hoping for," replied Sasuke's mother with a suggestive arching of an eyebrow, earning a giggle from the redhead. "Anyway, I think someone's a little too dry."

Suddenly, he was flung into the chakra-made pond and the atmosphere became convent quiet. As he came charging out, the rising sun that was causing a division of brilliantly colored birds to swarm into the air, blessing them with an orchestra of birdsong, looked pale in comparison to the two balls of sunshine prancing before him in the water. A smirk curled to his lips as he shot forward, earning playful squeals from the MILFs who were cheating on their husbands with him.

Such was the life of the Blond Mother Lover.

And with this apocalyptic 25,000 word update, my first fic is finally complete. It's been quite the journey, and like all journeys this one had its share of ups and downs. I've had the privilege of establishing a respectable fanbase and had the honor of communicating with hundreds of fans, as well as had the opportunity to improve my writing skills. Conversely, I've learned that I am hooked on the email notifications that I would get on my phone, and always lose my shit when the feedback stops rolling in. All in all, I'd like to thank each and every one of you who've supported me through my transition from a lurker to an author.

This fic's purpose of featuring a double pairing was met five chapters ago, but it wasn't time to end things then because there was still far too much room for character development. But now I can safely say that nothing more's required of me. Naruto's lifelong goal is complete, Kushina and Mikoto have both evolved in their own way as characters, and the backstories for all the future harem members have been cemented.

So, when should you expect the sequel? I honestly don't know. My reason from stepping up from a lurker to an author was to write a fic that features a double pairing with my two most favorite female characters of the Narutoverse. But because of my inexperience, I was writing chapter by chapter, and would write scenes as they would come to me in my head. It's fortunate that I never came across a writer's block or I would've been truly fucked. That said, I will not risk making use of such an ill-planned approach on the sequel.

On a side note, I'd like to announce that I'm hereby accepting one-shot ideas, so please don't hesitate to share them with me if you have any. Be sure to add plenty of detail! Since I most likely will take my time with the sequel, I'll be uploading a one-shot here and there with different pairings for Naruto in the meantime.

P.S: The harem list has not changed since chapter 14 and that will not change. Grayfia Lucifuge, Irene Belserion, Izumi Uchiha, Kaguya Otsutsuki, Kushina Uzumaki, Mikoto Uchiha, Miya Asama, Tsunade Senju. Juggling eight women is already going to be a bitch and a half to manage. I have no intention of overwhelming myself by adding more.

P.P.S: Since I've replied to those who reviewed the previous chapter via the site's private messaging service, I'm going to reply to the guests here.

P.P.P.S: If you're a guest reviewer, please note that you will always get a response from me, even if this is going to be the final chapter. Go to s.h.r.i.b.c.o.m / ?v=nc#OPmP2uW7oWXk3IQ9VDz5 to view my response to your review. Delete the fullstops aside from the one prior to dot-com and then remove the spaces. The site doesn't allow me to post links or I would've done it on my profile. I'll try to edit that live notepad document daily.

Guest, glad you liked the chapter, bud. Thanks for the feedback!

Guest, I had to use Google translate, but I thank you for the kind wishes and I'm glad you enjoyed the chapter. Thanks for the feedback!

Guest, haha, thanks a bunch, bud!

Lord Harem, thank you very much for the wishes. And no worries at all. Heh, Sasuke and Miya's situation is now turning even worse. The Blond Daughter Lover does sound like a potential spin-off that I might tackle later down the road. Thanks for all the suggestions. I have taken them into account. Thanks for the feedback as always!

Naruto, thank you for the warm words. I am doing a lot better now. I'm glad you enjoyed the chapter and never thank me for the response, bud. It's the least I can do since you take the time out to post a review. Thanks for the feedback!

See ya later, mother lovers.