Chapter 2 - Boruto decides to fuck Hinata's Tits

This is technically chapter 3, as chapter 2 is subscribestar exclusive. 
To surmise, Boruto fucks Himawari's mouth and finds out girls will straight up make false memories to justify the time between then, and now.

If you'd like to view it, well, go join. I dunno what to tell ya. It's really messy, and I thought it was a little cute.

Ino and Himawari are enough evidence. His cum doesn’t just erase memories, or get fucky with them, it rewrites memories to remove him from the picture. Some would get depressed about this, and he does admittedly think about the drastic consequence that might have to a future relationship.

Thoughts like that are gone almost immediately. He’s been given a special ability, a gift. There’s so many beautiful women around, and he has the ability to do what he wants with them in a way that almost no one else can. Wives? Daughters? Friends? Doesn’t matter. Well, it does, but not in what he can do, it only matters in what he’s willing to do. Consequence is for someone else now, and he’s a horny teen with too much desire to think about it for long.

One thought permeates his thoughts as he strokes his cock, thinking about the feeling of his two conquest’s mouths. It’s a simple thought. He’s kinda always wanted another little sister.


Sneaking into his mother’s room is easy. As a housewife she’s lost a lot of her touch, and even if she hadn’t he’s a ninja now and without her Byakugan active she’s as vulnerable to silent steps as anyone. He finds her in the same place he always does around this time in the afternoon, resting naked on her bed. Her thick jugs up in the air, her legs straight and slender. Her body is curvy to a fault, enough so that he’s been dreaming about it for years.

He finds her snoozing gently, and uses his abilities to sneak onto her bed and straddle her stomach without waking her. Maybe if he was an intruder, or someone hostile she’d react instinctively to protect her family or herself, but her instinct to feeling him approach is to open up for a hug. Sadly the only hug he’s interested in right now is one he has to take by force. He slips his thick veiny dick right in between those marshmallow jugs of hers and holds their incredible heat together. “Mom~” He finds himself crying out as her almost magical motherly love envelops his rod. He pulls back, and slaps forward hard enough his balls clap the underside of her tits, then again, and again - and only on the tenth happy clapping of her tits against his cock do her eyes open. 

“Boruto?” She asks him, watching his tip bob between her melons with a vivid curiosity. “Are you, raping my tits?” She inquires softly, the soft spoken woman never raises her voice, never has, probably never will. Not to her family, not when she could lay back and take in his smell instead. She does just that, happily taking his lusts in one thrust at a time and feeling proud he managed to get the drop on her. “I don’t get it.” She admits, as he bucks happily in between her massive jugs. She even raises her arms up, so she can squeeze her bust in between them for him.

“I’ve wanted, haah, these tits, for years!” He admits, his hands squeezing into them with fervor. They roam around them, rolling them over his cock over and over again. He times rolling them to his hungry thrusting, and takes a large amount of gratitude in how she holds them together. “Thank you, mom!”

“You’re welcome?” She moans, his heart threatens to beat out of his chest as she accepts him.
She even accepts his cum as it starts to flow. It’s not a small stream that jets out of his meat. A large spurt of hot jizz splatters her face first, trailing from the corner of her lip to over one of her eyes. She’s forced to close that eye as it seeps in, and more jets come flowing onto her face and hair one after another. A seemingly gallon of cum gets caught in her jugs in between thrusts, overflowing over them and coating her neck and chin. It just keeps coming, and he’s not sure he’d want to stop it even if he could. His mother’s tits are perfect, and yet, somehow, they’re even better covered in his seed.

“Haah, fuuck, mom…” It’s only after watching his trickle come to a slow halt, that he realizes he didn’t make her swallow any. His cheeks fluster, his heart beats even faster. How much trouble is he in? What if he fucked her mouth now, would it work in reverse?

“Mmnnn, Boruto?” She asks. “When did you get in here?”

He stares stunned as his mother’s eyes close, and she seems to fall right back into the lost place she came from. She didn’t swallow any. Does that mean they don’t have to? Is it the smell? Is it contact with the skin? Is it chakra based? Could someone have a defense to it, and none of his targets have yet?

The thoughts that course through his head terrify him as much as they excite him. What he does know, is that he’s not in trouble for fucking her tits hard enough to wake her up, and in fact he found she was weirdly supportive while he did it.

“I came to check up on you.” He says, leaning down and stealing a quick kiss from his mother’s lips. Magic, lightning, it flows through him like nothing else he’s ever experienced. She doesn’t mind either, she opens up to him, she lets him in.

“Naruto…” She moans in her sleep, and he jealously strokes his cock while wrapping his tongue around hers. Within seconds he pulls back so he can get a better angle to begin to fuck her tits furiously all over again. “Oh, Naruto, haah, you’re so eager!”

He won’t fuck her now, he has a plan now. Or, more like he has the desire to have a plan now. He’ll ruin her for other men, especially his father. It’ll be hard to do what with her not remembering what he does, but because she doesn’t remember he has infinite tries. He’ll succeed at making her his.