The summer heat in Konoha was brutal, the kind that left you sticky and desperate for relief. Boruto stumbled into the house, his training gear soaked with sweat, just as the sound of running water hit his ears. His mom, Hinata, was in the bathroom, setting up a bath. Perfect timing.
“Hey, Mom, can I hop in with you? I’m dying here,” Boruto called out, already tugging off his shirt, not thinking twice about it.
Hinata peeked out, her dark hair damp from the steam, a towel barely clinging to her curvy frame. “Sure, sweetie. It’ll be nice to share the tub—saves water, right?” Her voice was soft, but there was a little spark in her eyes that made Boruto’s stomach flip.
He stripped down fast, kicking off his pants, and slid into the big bathtub first. The warm water hit his skin like a damn blessing, washing away the grime. Then Hinata dropped her towel, and holy shit—Boruto’s jaw nearly hit the floor. Her tits were massive, way bigger than he’d ever let himself notice before, swaying slightly as she stepped in. Those pink nipples peeked through the steam, and he had to force his eyes away before his dick betrayed him.
They settled in, facing each other, legs brushing under the water. Soap bubbles floated around, popping softly, and the air smelled like lavender and something sweeter—her. Hinata leaned back, letting her huge breasts bob just above the surface, glistening with droplets. Boruto tried to focus on anything else, but fuck, it was impossible.
“So, how was training?” she asked, casual as hell, like she wasn’t sitting there naked and perfect.
“Uh, good. Tough, though,” he mumbled, his voice cracking a little. His eyes kept darting to her chest, those soap bubbles teasing him, sliding off her tits one by one.
Hinata smirked, catching him staring. “You okay, Boruto? You’re all red.”
She laughed, low and sexy, and shifted closer. Her knee grazed his thigh, and that was it—his dick went rock-hard under the water. No hiding it now. Hinata’s gaze flicked down, and instead of pulling back, she reached out, her fingers brushing his leg before wrapping around his throbbing cock.
“Mom, what the—?” Boruto choked out, half-shocked, half-praying she wouldn’t stop.
“Shh, relax,” she purred, stroking him slow and steady. “You’re so tense, baby. Let me take care of you.”
His brain short-circuited. This was some “Boruto X Hinata Hentai” shit straight out of his wildest dreams, but it was real—his mom’s soft hand sliding up and down his dick, the soap making it slick and dirty in the best way. He groaned, hips twitching as she worked him, her thumb teasing the tip.
“Fuck, Mom, that feels so good,” he rasped, giving up any pretense of resisting. He reached out, hands shaking, and grabbed her tits, squeezing them hard. They were heavy, spilling over his fingers, and her nipples hardened against his palms.
Hinata moaned, arching into his touch. “You like my tits, huh? Go ahead, play with them.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. Leaning in, he sucked one of those perfect nipples into his mouth, tongue flicking over it while she jerked him off faster. The water sloshed around them, mixing with their gasps and the wet sounds of her hand on his cock.
“Goddamn, your pussy’s gotta be soaked too,” Boruto muttered against her skin, bold as hell now.
Hinata giggled, guiding one of his hands down between her legs. “Find out for yourself.”
He slid a finger into her, and fuck, she was dripping—hot and tight around him. She gasped, rocking against his hand while still stroking his dick, and it was like something out of a “Naruto Hentai” story he’d jerked off to late at night.
“Boruto, yes, right there,” she panted, her free hand cupping his balls, rolling them gently.
He couldn’t take it anymore. Pulling back, he nestled his head between her massive tits, letting her squeeze them around his face. The soft, warm flesh smothered him, and he groaned into her cleavage, kissing and licking the skin there.
“You’re gonna make me cum, Mom,” he warned, voice muffled by her breasts.
“Do it, baby. I want you to,” she whispered, her hand flying over his cock now, slippery and relentless.
With a loud, “Fuck!” Boruto came hard, his dick pulsing as he shot his load into the water. Hinata kept going, milking every last drop until he was shaking, slumped against her chest.
They stayed like that for a minute, breathing heavy, her tits still cradling his head. She kissed his forehead, smirking. “Feel better?”
“Hell yeah,” he grinned, dazed. “This is some next-level ‘Hinata X Boruto Hentai’ shit. Didn’t think it’d be this good.”
Hinata laughed, rinsing off the soap bubbles. “Well, we’ve got the tub to ourselves whenever Naruto’s away. Might have to make this a habit.”
Boruto’s dick twitched at the thought. As they climbed out, drying off, he knew one thing for sure—this was just the start of something filthy and fucking amazing.
