Red hair on the beach

The course of one's life, one's future, was often reduced to a simple decision. To simple words.

Those didn't even need to be long.

"Auntie, why are you flustering so much?"

Naruto asked.

"Huh?"

At that moment when Naruto asked, inquired teasingly, Mikoto decided, determined what kind of course, what kind of future she would tread on.

In the light of her confusion, in her open conscious, not even the remote, the sub one, she understood that the words wincing at the tip of her tongue were heavy in consequences.

But before she spoke, for some reason, especially looking where she was, this damned, hot island, all she could think of was, 'Goddammit if I care!'

Speaking words that could never be taken back, instead of badgering, snarling at Naruto with mature reproaches, she said seductively again, "Are you really going to ask?"

"I'm a woman, Naruto… You're a young man. Keep that big thing away before things get weird between us."

"Hahaha"

Naruto laughed.

"..."

Mikoto flushed more.

At this point, she had no idea what was happening, why she was speaking with so little fear, with so much honesty, but it seemed she couldn't help herself.

One view of the boy's cock had begun to turn, tame her mind.

The mental picture of it wouldn't leave her brain anytime soon, either.

Night had yet to fall, but love was blooming inside Mikoto. If not in the Island's air. Whatever was going to happen was going to happen…

With the perverted blond, the blue-eyed child, she was sure that something was bound to.

Staring at Naruto who grinned at her response, eyes closed, proud like a little ruffian, she gulped.

She also quivered, got wet between her legs.

Thinking about Kushina, and the things she wanted, the things she could do to her baby boy, she just got more and more excited.

Mikoto was still married. But for reasons she couldn't explain, she had fallen in love at first sight. With the cock of a boy her son's age.

.......

Naruto's POV:

Sometime later.

Naruto was having lunch, coconuts and crab, and drinking water, drinkable water with Mikoto. It came from a machine in the labs. Inside the Pokecenter, which he visited with Mikoto.

There were all sorts of things and tools there. Useful ones. He kept the building and all of those inside his private world for safety.

Anyhow, learning that he couldn't have children, Naruto was shaken inside.

He loved children. But if he couldn't have them… Well, it was okay. The idea of having children with his friend's mom was strange anyway. It didn't excite him as much as all the rest, the more casual stuff he could do. As slowly, with as much hypocrisy, as much disrespect, as he wished.

Naruto didn't like ties. Children were the ultimate form of realistic ties. They had shape and blood. They spoke words.

Except Hinata and his little household situation, hypocrisy, guilt-ridden pretenses made Naruto hard in his pants. Which he didn't have. Yet, according to Mikoto.

Pausing back then, with his cock facing her, he learned another thing. More relevant.

With his magic sperm, his charms, toward women he'd already caught with his Pokeballs at least, were greatly boosted. Increased tremendously.

His sperm produced something called magical testosterone. He knew what magic was, what it was supposed to be. But he didn't know anything about that testosterone thing.

After they ate, he and his auntie Mikoto started to make clothes and build a camp.

In this while, they were assailed by wild beasts. Some sorts of island panther, and a pack of island wolves.

Fighting the first animal, which was level 5, a level lower than two of the strongest men he killed earlier, Naruto was able to level up once again. So when he fought the band of savage, hungry wolves, who were only level 2, he made quick and bloody work of them.

In the private world, which followed the outside time and weather, the night fell with him making panther stew and wolf barbecue. For the two of them.

Mikoto herself was arranging mishmash clothes.

Both of them were overwatching the situation on the island.

Making it all for a nice scenery, a nice view.

There was an option letting Naruto and his private world welcomed guests make their surroundings transparent. Like some screen.

The next day morning.

Heading to the beach to wash his face, Naruto couldn't believe his eyes when he saw the stranded, red haired woman on the beach.

His mother!

A hypothesis, a theory forming in his head, he was overjoyed.

Running toward Kushina's damp figure, to salvage her from the swallowing waves of seawater, what he gained wasn't just a semblance of spirit.