Naruto x Various Females

Uzumaki Incest Embrace

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All characters in this story are +18.

Naruto had just come home from yet another depressing day at school. It was his last year at Konoha Ninja Academy, and he couldn't wait for his personal hell to end. His peers had started making fun of him at puberty, and he never stopped being bullied after that. Often, he was teased about his small size or his unattractive body, but the main source of mockery was quite different.

Everywhere he went, a peculiar smell followed him, irritating the nostrils of other students who kept reminding him that he stank horridly. And it was actually true, Naruto indeed exuded a certain musky stench that he could never get rid of and which came from his gigantic cock. He was born with a particularly large foreskin that hid fermented, fetid dick cheese that gave off an odor so powerful that he often found himself alone in the school locker room when he changed.

To make matters worse, his unattractive physique didn't make him lucky with the girls who preferred to join the bullies who made fun of him. At 19, He was still a virgin and he was beginning to despair that one day he would be given a chance to stick his monstrous dick in the tight and hot pussy of a female.

It frustrated him terribly, gradually making him lonely and silent, withdrawn at school, and secretive at home. His parents had of course noticed his personality change, especially his mother Kushina, but Naruto avoided confrontation like the plague.

His mother was a woman endowed with totally titanic shapes, a real body of a sex goddess. She had inordinately big and wide boobs that bounced and slammed with every step she took, and generous thighs that were extremely fat to the point where she had trouble getting through doors. The lips of her mouth were huge and red, like a doll, and her pussy lips were visible through her clothes which clung to her like a second skin due to her abundance of fat.

She might be his mother, but Naruto couldn't prevent the enormous sexual desire that her silhouette of a real fuckbag inspired in him. He was so frustrated that every time his eyes fell on her visible pussy lips, he wanted to grab her fat and stretch her hot hole. So he preferred to avoid her as much as possible and take refuge in his room when his path crossed hers.

As usual, he was about to perform the same way of dodging after crossing the door of his home. He knew his mother was waiting for him to come back to ask him the same questions he never answered. When she saw him, she sniffed the air, as usual, reminding him that he gave off a nauseating stench that electrified the brain like a shot of juice. However, he never saw any disgust on her face, on the contrary. She still had her tender and maternal smile which frustrated him even more.

"Oooh... you look soooo depressed my deeeear little darling...What's going on, sweetie? You can talk to your mommy, you know..." She asked in a soft voice laced with concern.

Naruto shrugged his shoulders to tell her that he still wasn't going to answer her question, and began his dodging movement to reach his room. He swiveled his body to head towards the room and took the first step forward, before being blocked in his walk by his mother's hands which rested firmly on his shoulders, immobilizing him in place.

His father was in the back of the room watching the scene, an annoyed pout covering his face. He didn't have as much patience as his mother, but he was still worried about his son and wanted to know the reasons for his behavior change. He didn't intervene, leaving his wife to handle the situation, knowing full well that she would show a tact he lacked.

"Just give up already, we can't get anything done with him anyway," Said the Fourth Hokage

annoyed.

His father couldn't understand him, he who had his personal pussy. And honestly, his dad was the last person he wanted to talk to. He regularly threw snipes at him without even realizing that it was overwhelming him. He had just let go of the matter with his son and was simply watching him behave secretively passively.