"She'll probably be okay with it, but we should just try and sneak in just in case." Sarada told Boruto for the hundredth time. Sarada and Boruto were walking home from the academy and on their way to Sarada's house to study for an upcoming test. Much like his father, Boruto wasn't the greatest at school, preferring to do things he found interesting, such as video games, instead of paying attention. Much like her mother, Sarada was great at remembering all the facts they needed to know for any occasion. On threat of failing this coming test, Boruto swallowed his pride and asked Sarada for help, which she smugly agreed to.
Boruto feigned offense at this. "No worries, we're only studying together, not like anything bad is going on."
"You're right of course, nothing bad at all!" Sarada said a little too quickly and defensively. The two friends blushed lightly at the implication of "something bad" happening between them.
The two friends walked in an embarrassed silence until they reached Sarada's house. "Huh, that's odd, normally our curtains at always open. Mom likes the natural light." Sarada added to the look of incomprehension on Boruto's face. Shrugging it off, Sarada continued. With a finger over her mouth, Sarada unlocked the front door and creaked it open. She only peeked inside to look for her mother until she immediately retracted it back out, her face a very deep shade of red. She delicately shut the door again and turned to Boruto.
"W-we can't go inside right now." Was all Sarada was able to say. She looked down Boruto, expecting some kind of trick, only smirked.
"Why not? Is she inside or something?" Boruto moved past Sarada and went to open the door. He was halfway inside when he felt a pull on his sleeve. Sarada was still looking down with a beet red face, but she was holding onto his sleeve.
"We can't go in."
Boruto only smiled again and shook her off. He moved inside and it took a moment for his eyes to adjust the the dark room. When he did, he saw Sakura asleep in the armchair facing the door. He stifled a yelp at the sight. But the chair wasn't what alarmed him. Sakura was sleeping stark naked, with her legs spread a little bit and her tits on full display. Boruto turned just as red as Sarada in an instant. His dick automatically hardened in his pants and he had to fight the urge not to pull it out then and there, but he couldn't do that. What if Sakura woke up right now to see him jacking it? He wouldn't live to see tomorrow. He turned back to see Sarada standing in the doorway, till looking down in shame as if her mother's nudity reflected off her. Boruto looked back into the darkened room.
As much as Boruto tried not to out of principle, He couldn't help looking. Her ass was mostly hidden, sunk into the chair, but the very beginnings of her rim would be seen. Above that, Sakura's pussy was smallish, yet tall. And pink, with a small amount of rose-coloured hair atop. Due to Sakura's sleeping position, it was partially open, granting Boruto a look at her inner folds. So Sarada came out of that, huh? Turning his attention back to Sakura, He moved his gaze upwards. Between a book resting on her chest, Sakura's tits were small and pale, as if they hadn't seen light is quite some time. Yet there was hardly any sag to them. Her breasts sat on her chest like two halves of a pomelo. Her nipples were small and proud, capping off her mounds. Boruto needed to take a moment to appreciate how much of the colour pink was present on Sakura's nude form as he noted the colour of her nipples.
Boruto's detailed look was interrupted by the quiet sound of the door closing and the room being plunged into darkness. He looked back to see Sarada's silhouette. Even in the dark, Boruto could see how red she was, like a scarlet flashlight, though he also suspected the same could be said for him. He put a hand in front if his mast to hide it from Sarada. She would think he was such a loser if she knew he got so hard over her mother.
Sarada spoke in a hoarse whisper. "What do we do now?"   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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