Anime hentai Mom Hinata and Aunt Sakura Big Ass Threesome with Son Boruto

Boruto’s eighteenth birthday party ends with his aunt Sakura giving him her soaked used panties and a deep, messy blowjob after confessing she forgot to buy a gift. Two nights later she admits everything to Hinata over drinks; instead of anger, Hinata laughs, reveals her own son already lusts after her, and the two women strike a filthy deal—Sakura will take Boruto’s virginity vaginally while Hinata claims his first anal. They then buy slutty lingerie, film each other stripping and posing naked in the fitting room, and send the explicit photos and videos to Boruto along with an invitation to Sakura’s empty house. There the mothers drink more wine, fuck each other roughly and passionately while continuing to text the boy, and finally summon him with a video of Hinata eating Sakura’s pussy. When Boruto arrives twenty minutes later, Hinata—wearing only an oversized t-shirt and no panties—sits on his lap, “accidentally” presents her bare ass and dripping cunt inches from his face, and he hungrily starts eating his own mother while Sakura watches, fingers herself, and forces his face deeper.

Chapter 1 – The Present Auntie Didn’t Have Time to Buy

The Uzumaki house was loud. Low music, laughter, the smell of barbecue still hanging in the air mixed with cheap perfume and alcohol. Boruto had turned eighteen exactly three and a half hours ago, and the party was already hitting that stage where the adults started drinking for real and the teenagers pretended they weren’t sneaking drinks.

Sakura was in the corner of the living room talking to Hinata. The tight black dress hugged her heavy tits, cinched her still-slim waist, and stretched over the big curves of her thick ass and thighs. Every time she leaned forward a little, the neckline showed off the deep valley between her tits. Boruto had lost count of how many times he’d looked that way.

When Hinata stepped away to deal with Naruto, Sakura walked over to him with a glass of wine in her hand. Her face was lightly flushed from the alcohol.

“Hey, birthday boy…” she said, her voice already a little lower and huskier. “I need to confess something.”

Boruto raised an eyebrow, trying to hide how much her closeness was getting to him.

“What?”

“I didn’t have time to buy your present.” Sakura shrugged, smiling sideways. “Crazy week at the hospital, patient after patient… got home last night and remembered, ‘fuck, Boruto’s birthday is tomorrow.’ Sorry, for real.”

He laughed, a little awkward.

“Relax, Aunt Sakura. You don’t need a present.”

“Of course you do. Everybody gets a present on their birthday.” She took a sip of wine, green eyes locked on him. “So tell me… what did you actually want? For real. No bullshit.”

Boruto hesitated. The alcohol was already hitting him too. He looked at his glass, then at her chest, then back at her face.

“I dunno…” he joked, trying to sound casual. “Maybe one of your friends to introduce me to. Like… some single coworker, hot as hell… something like that.”

Sakura let out a low laugh, almost a purr. Her tits bounced with the movement.

“Already thinking about pussy, huh?” she said with zero shame, voice real quiet so only he could hear. “Eighteen years old and your head’s already between women’s legs. What a dirty boy.”

Boruto swallowed hard. Her tone had changed. She wasn’t the polite “auntie” from the party anymore.

“I was just kidding…”

“Oh, were you?” Sakura stepped closer. The smell of her perfume mixed with wine hit his nose. “Then answer me straight. You wanted some pussy for a present, huh? Is that it?”

He didn’t answer. Just felt the blood rush straight to his cock.

Sakura smiled, pleased with his silence.

“We’ll talk about that later,” she murmured. “Now go enjoy the party. I still owe you a present.”

The night kept going. People left little by little. Naruto and Hinata went up to their room around one in the morning, already pretty tipsy. A few cousins were still in the living room, but the volume had dropped. Boruto went to his own room, heart beating harder than usual. He couldn’t stop thinking about that conversation.

He’d just taken off his shirt and was only in his shorts when the door opened without a knock.

Sakura walked in.

The dress was still on, but her pink hair was a little messy and her eyes were shining differently. In her right hand she was holding something crumpled, hidden against her thigh.

“Still awake, birthday boy?” she asked, closing the door carefully behind her and turning the key.

Boruto stood frozen in the middle of the room.

“Aunt…?”

“Shhh.” She came closer. The wine smell was stronger now. “Your mom and dad are already asleep. The others are leaving soon. We’ve got a little time.”

She stopped right in front of him. Her tits almost touched his chest. Without another word, she held out her hand and gave him what she was holding.

Boruto took it.

It was a pair of panties.

Black, fine lace, still warm. The fabric was a little damp in the middle. The smell hit first: strong pussy smell, wet woman, pure arousal. He recognized it right away. It was hers.

Sakura watched his reaction with a filthy smile, tongue slowly dragging over her lower lip.

“They’re mine,” she said, voice low and loaded with dirt. “Took them off just now in the bathroom. Wore them all day… sitting, walking, talking to everybody while these panties got soaked thinking about you looking at me.”

Boruto squeezed the fabric in his hand. His cock was already hard, pushing against his shorts.

“Aunt Sakura…”

“You asked for some pussy as a present, didn’t you?” She stepped even closer, right hand dropping to stroke the bulge through his shorts. “I didn’t have time to buy anything… so I decided to give you mine. The panties are just the start.”

She dropped to her knees in front of him without rushing. Her thick thighs spread a little on the floor. The neckline of the dress showed even more of her heavy tits when she leaned in. With both hands she yanked his shorts and underwear down in one go, freeing his hard, already dripping cock.

Sakura let out an admiring sigh.

“Fuck… what a beautiful dick. Thick, veins popping… and it’s my best friend’s nephew’s.” She wrapped her right hand around the base, squeezing. “You have no idea how many times I pictured this while I was fingering my pussy in the hospital bathroom.”

Without more warning she opened her mouth and swallowed the head of his cock. Her hot, wet tongue swirled in circles, licking the slit, sucking up the precum. Boruto’s muffled moan filled the room. Sakura went deeper, taking him halfway, throat tightening, spit running from the corners of her mouth and dripping onto his balls.

She sucked like she was starving. Slow at first, then faster, pink head bobbing, tits bouncing inside the dress. Her free hand squeezed her own ass over the fabric, then pulled the dress up and shoved her fingers into her bare, soaked pussy while she kept sucking.

“Hmmmpp…” she moaned around his cock, the wet, filthy sound. “What a delicious fucking cock… the nephew’s dick in his married aunt’s mouth…”

Boruto grabbed her hair, not too hard, just guiding. Sakura let him. She took him all the way to the base, nose pressing into his crotch, and stayed there a few seconds, throat contracting, before coming back up, drooling, a string of spit connecting her mouth to his cock.

“Look at me while I suck you,” she ordered, voice rough. “I want you to see your aunt’s face choking on this dick.”

She went back to sucking harder, one hand stroking what her mouth couldn’t reach, the other pumping two fingers deep into her own pussy. The smell of sex already filled the room. Every time she went down, the wet sounds echoed. Every time she came up, her tongue slowly cleaned the head in a teasing way.

“You’re gonna cum in my mouth tonight,” she whispered between sucks. “You’re gonna shove it all in and shoot that hot cum for your aunt to swallow. After that I want you smelling these panties every night remembering how I sucked you off.”

Boruto couldn’t hold it long. His body shook, hips pushed forward, and he came deep in her throat. Sakura didn’t pull back. She swallowed everything, gagging a little, throat working, eyes watery with pleasure. When he finished shooting she kept sucking slowly, cleaning every drop, tongue dragging over the sensitive head until he shuddered again.

Only then did she pull away, still on her knees, chin messy with spit and cum, dress wrinkled, hand still wet from her own pussy.

Sakura wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and smiled, filthy and satisfied.

“Happy birthday, Boruto.”

She stood up, fixed her dress, and left the black panties in his hand.

“Keep them. They’re yours now. And behave… because this was only the beginning of the present.”

Without waiting for an answer she carefully opened the door, checked the empty hallway, and left, the smell of pussy and cum still thick in the room.

Boruto stood in the middle of the room, cock still half-hard, the warm damp panties clenched in his hand, heart hammering in his chest.

Auntie had just sucked his cock.

And he already knew he was going to want a whole lot more.

Chapter 2 – The Moms’ Conversation at the Bar

Two nights after the party, Sakura and Hinata were sitting in a discreet little bar in the center of Konoha. Low lights, background music, tables far enough apart that they could talk without anyone overhearing. They were already on their second glass of red wine. Sakura in her usual tight dress, heavy tits almost spilling out of the neckline, ass marked against the seat. Hinata in a low-cut black top and short skirt, big tits squeezed into the fabric, thick thighs crossed.

Hinata took a long sip and looked at her friend with a slightly crooked smile.

“Sakura… I need to ask you a favor. And it’s a pretty… specific favor.”

Sakura raised an eyebrow, already feeling the mood shift.

“Spit it out.”

“You know Boruto is a total fucking pervert, right?” Hinata laughed low, zero shame. “The kid never stops staring at tits, ass, everything. And Himawari’s already eighteen. I want you to… ‘handle’ her. Like, talk to her, teach her a few things, maybe introduce her to someone trustworthy. I don’t want my daughter losing her virginity to some random idiot boy.”

Sakura chuckled, but the smile faded quick. She took another sip, ran her tongue over her lips, and spoke straight:

“Hinata… I need to confess something. And you’re gonna hate me.”

“Talk.”

“At the party… Boruto wouldn’t stop looking at me. At my tits. At my ass. Every time I leaned over, those whore eyes of his were glued. I felt it. And after everyone left… I went to his room.”

Hinata stopped drinking. Her lilac eyes widened a little.

“And then?”

Sakura lowered her voice, but she didn’t hide a single thing.

“I gave him my used panties. The ones I’d been wearing all day, soaked with pussy. And… I sucked his cock. Took him all the way down, gagged, let him cum in my throat and swallowed every drop. I’m sorry, for real. I didn’t plan it. It just… happened. The cum was delicious and I was drunk and horny.”

Hinata stayed silent for three seconds. Then she burst out laughing loud, smacking the table.

“Hahahahaha holy shit, Sakura! You gave my son a blowjob and you’re apologizing?”

“I’m serious, Hinata. I feel like a slut.”

“Pussy is pussy, girl.” Hinata shrugged, still laughing, and drank more wine. “If he wanted it and you wanted it, fuck it. Better you than some random little whore. And I’ll confess something too… Boruto looks at me the exact same way. When I’m walking around the house in little shorts, when I bend over to grab something from the cabinet… he drools. I’ve caught him with a hard dick staring at my tits more than once. That dirty little fuck wants to rail his own mother.”

Sakura cracked a wide, filthy smile and leaned forward, tits almost falling out of the dress.

“Then take advantage, for fuck’s sake. His cock is delicious. Thick, veins popping, hot… and the cum is thick as hell. I swallowed him to the root and still felt him throbbing in my throat. You need to feel that. Imagine him fucking you while you call him son… fuck, I already got wet just thinking about it.”

Hinata laughed again, cheeks red, but her eyes shining with lust.

“We can put together a plan for that to happen. Like… leave him alone with us, create a situation. You already sucked the dick, now I want to try it too.”

Sakura clinked her glass against hers.

“Deal. And look… I’m not the only one. Ino’s been sucking her nephew’s cock for a while now. And Temari? That slut’s already given her ass to her own son more than once. They talk about it like it’s the most normal thing in the world. ‘Oh, my son came in my mouth yesterday,’ ‘today he fucked me doggy while the husband was at work.’ We’re behind, Hinata.”

They laughed together, the sound low and dirty. Hinata slid her hand between her own thighs over the skirt, pressing her pussy.

“Fuck… I’m soaked just listening to you. Tell me more. How was the blowjob? Did he cum a lot?”

“He came like a fucking fountain.” Sakura leaned even closer, voice turning into a pornographic whisper. “I got on my knees in front of him, pulled out that hard cock and swallowed it to the balls. Spit was running, I was gagging, he was holding my hair. I was fingering my pussy with two fingers while I sucked. When he came, he shot so much it leaked out the corner of my mouth. I wiped it with my finger and sucked it again. Then I left the panties with him so he could smell them and jerk off every night.”

Hinata closed her eyes for a second, breathing deep.

“That sounds so fucking good… I want that. I want him eating me out, fucking me, calling me mom while he shoves his cock in my ass.”

Sakura let out a dirty laugh and asked straight:

“What if I take his virginity? You gonna get jealous?”

Hinata opened her eyes and smiled, zero hesitation.

“Not a fucking chance. It’s actually better that way. You already sucked it, you already know the cock… you can teach him properly. Fuck that pussy of his, let him cum inside, teach him how to thrust deep. I don’t care. Actually, I think it’s hot as hell imagining you on all fours taking my son’s dick while I watch.”

Sakura licked her lips.

“Then it’s settled. I get the pussy. I take the virginity, let him wreck my married cunt, teach him how to fuck like a man. And you… get the anal. I want to see you on all fours, spreading that tight little asshole for your son, moaning ‘fuck mommy’s ass.’”

Hinata laughed loud again, smacking her friend’s thigh.

“Perfect. I get the ass. You wreck the pussy, I wreck the ass. And if Himawari or Sarada find out… we teach them too. Sarada’s already nineteen, Himawari eighteen… if they want to suck their cousin or their brother, we let them. Family that fucks together stays together.”

Sakura raised her glass.

“Cheers, then. To the aunt’s pussy, the mom’s ass, and Boruto’s cock that’s gonna fuck both of us.”

Hinata clinked her glass against hers, eyes shining with pure lust.

“Cheers. And may he cum a lot in our mouths, in our pussies, and in our asses. Now tell me again how the cum was running down your throat… I want to cum right here just from hearing it.”

They laughed quietly, already planning the next opportunity, panties soaked under their skirts, the wine heating up the pure filth that had just been born between them.

Chapter 3 – Lingerie, Forbidden Photos and the Dirty Invitation

The two of them left the bar already a little drunk, the wine warming their bodies and loosening their tongues. Sakura slid her arm around Hinata’s waist, her hand dropping to squeeze that fat ass over the skirt.

“Let’s go to Ino’s shop,” she murmured, mouth almost glued to her friend’s ear. “I want to buy some real slutty lingerie. If we’re gonna fuck your son, we gotta look the part.”

Hinata laughed, face flushed, and let Sakura’s hand squeeze as much as it wanted.

“You’re a shameless whore… but I’m in.”

Ino’s shop was on a quiet side street. The place was almost empty at that hour. Ino, behind the counter, raised an eyebrow when she saw the two of them walk in laughing and hanging all over each other.

“Well look at that… the two dirtiest MILFs in Konoha showing up together and drunk. What do you want today? Something to impress the husbands… or something else?”

Sakura winked at her.

“Something else. Show us the sluttiest shit you’ve got. See-through sets, crotchless panties, thongs that disappear up the ass, tits out… the full package.”

Ino smirked, already catching the vibe, and led them to the back of the store where the big fitting rooms with full-length mirrors were.

They started picking things out. Sakura grabbed a nearly transparent black lace set: a bra that barely covered her dark nipples and a crotchless thong with an opening right over the pussy. Hinata chose a blood-red one with thin straps that dug into her big tits and a pair of panties that left her entire ass completely exposed, just a thin strip running between her lips.

Inside the big fitting room, they locked the door. Sakura was already pulling off her dress, heavy tits bouncing free, nipples hard. Hinata yanked her top over her head, big tits swinging, then shoved her skirt and panties down in one go.

Sakura stopped and stared.

“Fuck, Hinata… that pussy is still beautiful. And that ass… tight, pale. Boruto’s gonna lose his mind when he shoves his cock in there.”

Hinata gave a playful little shake of her hips, spreading her legs in front of the mirror.

“Stop making me wetter, you dirty bitch. Let’s try this shit on.”

They put the sets on. Sakura in black, tits almost bursting out of the sheer bra, the open panties showing her swollen, already wet lips. Hinata in red, the straps marking her soft flesh, huge ass completely exposed, shaved pussy visible through the thin sides.

Sakura grabbed her phone.

“I just had a delicious idea. We need a man’s opinion, right? Can’t buy lingerie without knowing if it actually looks fuckable.”

Hinata raised an eyebrow, already suspicious.

“Sakura…”

“Shhh. We’re just trying them on. Look…”

She started taking pictures. First of herself: tits out, hand squeezing one breast, another shot from behind with her ass stuck out, the thong disappearing up her crack. Then she turned the camera on Hinata.

“Stand like that… open your legs a little. Yeah. Now turn sideways. Show that ass. Perfect.”

Hinata laughed, half embarrassed, half turned on, posing. Sakura took a bunch: Hinata facing the camera with her hands on her tits, from behind shaking her ass, sitting on the little stool with her legs spread, the red panties wet in the middle.

Then Sakura switched to video.

“Change again. Take that one off and put on the other.”

Hinata, already drunk and horny, obeyed. She slowly stripped off the red set, standing completely naked in front of the camera. Tits bouncing, pussy on full display, tight little asshole visible. While she put on another set — this time a nearly see-through white one — she looked at the camera and said, pretending to be outraged:

“Sakura, why the fuck are you recording? Stop that…”

But she didn’t stop changing. She took off the white one, stood naked again, ran a hand over her own pussy for a second, then put on a black thong that disappeared completely between her cheeks.

Sakura recorded everything, smiling like a pure slut.

When they finished, both of them were already breathing hard and soaked. Sakura opened the chat with Boruto and started sending.

First her own photos: tits, ass, pussy outlined. Then Hinata’s. A lot of them. Then the videos of his mother naked changing clothes, with her voice asking why she was recording.

Last, Sakura sent a low, rough voice note:

“Hey, birthday boy… me and your mom are buying lingerie. We needed a real man’s opinion. Look how it turned out. And pay attention… this is a little secret. Your mom naked, changing, showing everything. If you tell her you saw it, I’ll kill you. Or better… she’ll kill me. So keep it to yourself. And later, when I’m done with Hinata, you can come over to my place and try on the lingerie I bought in person. I want to feel that hard cock on top of me while I’m wearing it. Kiss on the mouth… and on the dick.”

They waited, still inside the fitting room, both of them only in lingerie. Sakura’s phone buzzed several times in a row.

Boruto was answering fast, the messages full of typos:

“fuck aunt…”
“is that my mom?”
“she’s naked”
“my dick is so fucking hard”
“send more”
“i want to fuck both of you”
“what time can i come?”

Sakura and Hinata read them together, pressed against each other, laughing quietly like two dirty teenage girls.

“Look at the kid losing his mind,” Hinata said, hand already inside her own panties, rubbing her clit. “He’s drooling. ‘I want to fuck both of you’… holy fucking shit.”

Sakura squeezed her friend’s tit over the lace.

“I’m so fucking turned on too. Look how wet I am.”

She pulled the panties to the side and showed her shiny pussy. Hinata ran a finger through it, collected the wetness and brought it to her mouth.

“Delicious… Sakura, it’s been forever since we played together.”

Sakura put the phone away, green eyes dark with lust.

“Then let’s go to my place. Sasuke and Sarada are on a mission. The house is empty. I’ve got more wine… and a big bed. We can fuck as much as we want. Eat pussy, finger each other, lick ass… and later, when I’ve made you cum real good, I’ll call Boruto so he can try the lingerie on in person. With both of us still smelling like sex.”

Hinata licked her lips, already stripping off the set and throwing her clothes back on in a hurry.

“You’re a fucking dirty slut, Sakura. But I’m down. It’s been ages since I felt your tongue on my pussy… and even longer since I thought about giving my ass to my own son. Let’s go. Before I cum right here just from imagining it.”

They left the store laughing, lingerie bags in their hands, panties soaked, Sakura’s phone still buzzing with Boruto’s desperate messages.

The night was only just getting started.

Chapter 4 – Wine, Pussy and the Invitation for the Son

Sakura’s house was quiet. Sasuke and Sarada were on a mission, the lights low, only the smell of open red wine and the soft sound of some random playlist. The two of them walked in still laughing, the lingerie bags tossed on the couch. Sakura went straight to the kitchen, opened another bottle and set two glasses on the counter.

“Come here, slut,” she called, already stripping off her dress and leaving only her bra and panties. “Let’s cook something before I eat you.”

Hinata laughed, pulled off her top and skirt, left only the red lingerie, and came up from behind, wrapping her arms around her friend’s waist. Her big hands squeezed Sakura’s heavy tits over the bra.

“Cook what, for fuck’s sake? I just want to suck you.”

Sakura turned her head and their mouths met. The kiss started slow, tongues lazy, tasting like wine. Hinata’s hands dropped, squeezed that fat ass, pulled the panties aside and pushed two fingers into the already wet pussy. Sakura moaned low against her mouth.

“Hmm… quick then. Just to take the edge off.”

They kissed deeper while Hinata fingered her. Sakura rolled her hips on the fingers, her hand reaching back to find her friend’s pussy, rubbing the clit over the lace. In less than two minutes both of them were already breathing hard. Sakura came first, squeezing her thighs, the wetness running down Hinata’s fingers. Then she turned, dropped to her knees in front of her friend, yanked the panties aside and sucked fast, tongue quick on the clit, two fingers sliding in and out. Hinata came holding onto the pink hair, moaning low so she wouldn’t make too much noise.

Sakura stood up, licked her lips and poured the wine.

“Now we can. Let’s actually cook… or at least try.”

They made some random pasta, laughing, kissing between pans. Every time Hinata leaned over, Sakura slapped her ass or shoved a hand between her legs. Every time Sakura turned her back, Hinata squeezed her tits and bit her neck. Two more quick ones: one against the fridge, Sakura with one leg up, Hinata fingering her deep while sucking a nipple; another on the counter, Hinata sitting, Sakura on her knees again, eating pussy until her friend came dripping down her chin.

When the pasta was ready, neither of them really ate. The wine was already on the third glass. Sakura pulled Hinata by the hand.

“Living room. Now I want to fuck you properly.”

In the living room the lights were even lower. Sakura pushed Hinata onto the couch and knelt between her legs. The kiss this time was slower, more romantic. Lazy tongues, hands stroking faces, hair, tits. Sakura kissed her neck, went down between her breasts, sucked each nipple calmly, like she had all the time in the world. Hinata moaned low, fingers buried in the pink hair.

“You still suck tits the same way you used to…” Hinata murmured, voice rough.

Sakura smiled against her skin.

“And you still get just as wet.”

Her tongue went down the belly, kissed the mound, spread the lips with her fingers and started sucking slowly. This wasn’t the quick kitchen fuck anymore. It was wet, noisy, unhurried. Sakura sucked the clit, pushed her tongue inside, came back, sucked again. Hinata rolled her hips, thighs shaking, hands squeezing her own tits.

While she ate her friend, Sakura grabbed her phone with one hand and took pictures. First of herself: tit out, mouth shiny with pussy, tongue sticking out. She sent them to Boruto with the caption:

“your aunt is hungry…”

Then photos of Hinata’s ass being squeezed, a red slap mark on the cheek, fingers sliding into his mother’s pussy. Hinata, eyes closed from the pleasure, pretended not to notice the camera.

“Why do you keep messing with that phone, you dirty slut?” she asked every now and then, voice innocent and drunk.

Sakura just laughed and sent more.

“look at your mom’s ass… I just slapped it”
“she’s soaked as fuck”
“don’t tell her I’m sending you this or she’ll kill me”

Boruto answered desperately, but Sakura only read and smiled, going back to pushing her tongue deeper.

The mood shifted. What had been romantic turned rough. Sakura climbed onto the couch, sat on Hinata’s face and ground down hard, rubbing her pussy against her friend’s mouth. Hinata sucked hungrily, hands marking Sakura’s thick thighs, fingers sliding into her ass. Sakura was moaning loud now, not caring.

“That’s it… suck that pussy, whore. Eat this married cunt.”

They switched positions several times. Hinata on all fours on the couch, Sakura behind her shoving four fingers in hard, the other hand spanking her ass until it was red. Sakura on her back, Hinata riding her face, cumming straight into her mouth. The two of them in a 69 on the floor, the rug soaked, the smell of sex and wine mixed thick in the living room.

Sakura kept sending photos in the middle of the fucking: Hinata on all fours, pussy open and shiny; her own hand pulling her friend’s hair; a close-up of Hinata’s tongue inside her. The captions getting filthier:

“your mom is sucking me right now”
“look how she eats pussy”
“pretty soon you’re gonna have to share”

Both of them were wrecked. Hair stuck with sweat, tits marked with hickeys, thighs shaking, pussies swollen and dripping. The smell was strong: sex, wine, sweat, spit. Sakura sat on the couch, legs spread wide, pussy red and throbbing. Hinata, on her knees on the floor, went back to sucking slowly, cleaning everything with her tongue, moaning in satisfaction.

Sakura grabbed the phone one last time. She filmed a short video: Hinata’s face buried between her legs, tongue sliding in and out, the wet sounds. She sent it to Boruto with the caption:

“in about 20 minutes you can come.
your mom is sucking my pussy right now.
when you get here, you’re gonna have to share this cunt with her.
don’t say a word or she’ll kill both of us… she’s drunk and horny as fuck.
come in through the back door. i’ll leave it unlocked.
and come with your dick hard.”

Sakura let out a low, breathless laugh while Hinata kept sucking without stopping. Her green eyes were shining with pure lust.

“Come on, nephew… auntie and mommy are waiting for you.”

She dropped the phone beside her, grabbed Hinata’s hair and ground deeper into her friend’s mouth, already feeling the next orgasm building.

The back door really was unlocked.
And the clock showed exactly twenty minutes.

Chapter 5 – The Son Arrives and the Mother Sticks Her Ass Out

The back door opened slowly. Boruto stepped in without making a sound, heart hammering in his chest, cock already half-hard just from imagining what he was about to find. The smell hit him before he even saw anything: pure sex, wet pussy, sweat, sour wine and spit. The air in the living room was heavy, hot, thick with it.

On the couch, Sakura sat with her legs spread wide. Hinata was on her knees on the floor between them, face buried, sucking with wet, greedy sounds. Her tongue slid in and out, lips pulled on the swollen clit, spit running down Sakura’s ass and dripping onto the rug. Sakura had one hand in her friend’s dark hair, guiding the rhythm, the other still holding the phone that showed the last message she’d sent.

When they heard the door, Hinata stopped. She lifted her face slowly, mouth shiny with pussy juice, chin wet. She stood up without hurrying. She was wearing only a big, loose gray cotton t-shirt that almost reached mid-thigh. Underneath, nothing. No panties. Every step she took, the hem of the shirt rode up a little and that big, fat, round ass came fully into view, the cheeks bouncing heavy, the skin still marked from slaps and hickeys.

Hinata saw her son standing in the doorway and smiled that innocent way only she could pull off.

“Boruto!” she exclaimed, voice sweet, almost maternal. “What a surprise, baby…”

She ran to him. Her soft body slammed into his. Those big, heavy tits crushed against her son’s chest, hard nipples rubbing through the thin shirt. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she kissed Boruto’s mouth with a mother’s kiss… only a little longer, her tongue lightly brushing his lower lip before she pulled away.

Boruto smelled it. Strong. The smell of hot pussy, spit, fresh sex coming straight from his own mother’s face. His cock went fully hard inside his pants. Still, he hugged her back. His right hand dropped “by accident” and gave that huge ass a quick little squeeze, pressing the soft, warm flesh for a second before letting go.

“Hey, Mom…” his voice came out rough.

Sakura, still on the couch, pulled on a thin, short black nightie that barely covered her ass and sat back down, legs crossed in a way that left her pussy on display if anyone looked carefully.

“Come sit here next to me, birthday boy,” she called, patting the couch. “Your mom was giving me a massage… on my legs.”

Boruto obeyed. He sat beside Sakura. Hinata went to the kitchen and came back with three cold cans of beer. Instead of sitting on the other couch, she simply dropped into her son’s lap, facing him, legs spread on either side of his thighs. The t-shirt rode up immediately. Her hot, wet, completely bare pussy landed right on Boruto’s pants.

He felt it. The heat. The wetness. The swollen lips opening a little under her weight. In seconds his pants were already stained. Hinata pretended not to notice a thing. She just fixed her hair, cracked open the beer and took a long sip, tits bouncing right in her son’s face.

“It’s so hot in here, right?” she commented innocently, grinding lightly in his lap like she was just getting comfortable. Every roll of her hips made her pussy rub more, the juice running down Boruto’s leg. “Aunt Sakura and I had some wine… and ended up talking until now.”

Sakura smiled sideways, one hand discreetly squeezing her own thigh.

“Yeah… talking.”

Hinata took another sip and, “by accident,” dropped the can. Beer spilled across the floor.

“Oops, so clumsy…”

She turned in her son’s lap and bent down to pick up the can. The movement was slow, deliberate. The t-shirt rode all the way up to her waist. That huge, fat, pale, sweaty ass stuck right up in Boruto’s face. The cheeks spread a little with the effort, showing the tight pink little hole and, right below it, the swollen pussy, red lips shiny with lust, still dripping the juice that had soaked his pants.

The smell hit hard. Smell of sweaty ass, of pussy used all night, pure sex. Boruto was hypnotized. His breathing got heavy. His cock throbbed painfully inside his pants.

Sakura laughed low, voice loaded with filth.

“Hinata… you don’t see what you’re doing to the boy? Look behind you.”

Hinata, still bent over, looked over her shoulder. The innocent smile vanished and was replaced by a dirty, drunk, horny one. Instead of standing up, she spread her legs wider, reached back with both hands and pulled her own cheeks open with her fingers. Her asshole stretched a little. Her pussy opened completely, showing the wet pink inside.

“Like this, son?” she asked, voice low and rough. “You want to see Mommy’s pussy up close?”

She pushed her body back, bringing her ass even closer to Boruto’s face. The smell became unbearably good. Her pussy almost touched his nose.

Boruto couldn’t hold back.

His hands shot up and grabbed his mother’s thick thighs hard. His mouth opened and his tongue came out. He sucked Hinata’s pussy in one go, hungry, desperate. His tongue pushed deep, licking everything, sucking the lips, burying into the hot wet hole. The taste was strong, tangy, delicious. Hinata let out a loud moan, legs shaking.

“Fuck… son… that…”

Sakura watched from the side, fingers already inside her own pussy, smiling like a satisfied whore.

“That’s it, Boruto… eat your mother’s pussy. She spent the whole night sucking me and now it’s her turn to get sucked by her own son.”

Hinata ground on her son’s face, pushing her pussy against his mouth, moaning without any shame.

“Deeper… put your tongue in my ass too… Mommy’s all dirty and wet for you…”

Boruto obeyed. His tongue slid up and pushed into the tight little hole, then went back to the pussy, sucking with filthy wet sounds. Spit mixed with his mother’s juices, running down his chin. His hands squeezed the fat ass hard, spreading it even more.

Sakura moved closer, grabbed Boruto’s hair and forced his face even deeper between her friend’s cheeks.

“Swallow it all, nephew. This pussy and this ass are yours now too.”

Hinata came in her son’s mouth a few seconds later, her whole body shaking, a hot gush running over Boruto’s tongue while she screamed his name.

The night had barely started.