Spicy mom
Naruto studied the last window, which he hadn't paid much attention before, for a short time only.
It was an unambiguous window. There was nothing much to review, reexamine.
It informed him of a few things.
No matter where the women he caught happened to be, they could be returned to their Pokeballs the second he wished.
The mysterious, fulgid red light could stretch boundlessly to close on, reach and recover them.
The other thing was that, if he was drowning, his tamed women would know and could come to his rescue. Whether they were fast asleep in their Pokeballs or not.
The last element he was upped on of was that the women he'd caught with the Pokeballs couldn't have intimate activities, sex, with other partners--men or women--without his consent.
There wasn't much content on the how and why.
Naruto, who already speculated about the sexual nature of the island, however, had his careful thought.
After he closed the window, another directly came about in his view. Informing him how the tutorial was over...
… Apparently, whatever power he had travelled with, woken to in this new land, came with some beginner's orientation period.
It was some initial, adaptation instance.
At least, that was what was explained to him.
Not in the mood to manage, overthink anything new, to add on to his other concerns, Naruto shrugged and left his room.
Since he couldn't get important, relevant answers about this world, if it was truly a new, a different one, he would just find out by himself one day.
...........
Seconds later.
"Why do you look so concerned all of a sudden, Naruto?" When he got down the stairs, Kushina looked at him and asked.
As she sat next to her friend working on what would suffice her as basal, accommodating vesture, there was a frown on her beautiful face. She was a mom. His mom...
... Naruto wasn't used to that. And he had to say he enjoyed it.
In his past life, for a long time, until that dream-like meeting they had in the Pure Land, he wondered what having a mom was like.
For what was only minutes, he knew... And today he remembered.
Mikoto who also noticed him coming down was splitting her focus to glance his way when he lied, beaming, "You never knew how much I eat, did I tell you? I'm just famished. How about we go hunt and catch ourselves some early dinner, mom?"
"I never had the chance to see you in action now that I think of it. I'd like to see you in combat."
He needed to train, level up his mom and Mikoto. And since the second one was busy and would be for a while today, he decided to take his mom out.
"Huh?!"
"Nice idea! I love this!"
"An early date with your mom?! Or should we just call it mother-son bonding?!" Kushina, ever so loud, vibrant, cheerful, teased. Not with decency considering she was still naked... Not with reserve, either...
... Her fantastic, grand breasts jiggled when she spoke with her characteristic, symptomatic zip.
She had energy for days.
*Gulp* Looking at her love knockers this time, Naruto turned more thirsty than before...
... He was trying to hide his gulping, and prevent a sudden hard-on again.
For some reason, in this place, on this sex island, they were as large-scaled, as consequential as Mikoto's.
Naruto had never seen his mom unclothed... But even with his mind focused on their short-run family reunion, rather than her body attributes back then, he had witnessed enough to know that she wasn't so crowded.
She couldn't.
Where she stood, she was not just big, but vast... Not just upfront.
Befitting, son-like thoughts, entirely crumbled, ruined on the inside, Naruto couldn't tell, didn't care what kind of facial countenance was exhibited on his human face, if it was still human, when he replied pestering back, "A date. Just between us two. In a damp, moist jungle..."
"... How does that sound, mom? Romantic, dirty, or obscene?"
"You rascal... Are you doing this on purpose? Hahaha, okay then. Sounds dirty to me." Her hand covering her forward, bumptious mouth, Kushina laughed and said. With marginal, borderline, and seductive, doubtfully innocent tease. She was acting their disingenuous, artful mother-and-son play.
But the maternal flirt had more consequence, weight, than it should to Naruto. He stopped thinking straight, aboveboard...
At that moment, feeling his mom's playful ambiance, her weakening maternal vibe, his hopes moved.
His desires were mixed between gentle care, undyed kinship, and tainted, unlawful sexual developments, when he thought, 'Probably, but not the kind of dirty I think of, right, mom?'
'... Right?'
"Okay, then, let's go!" Whether it was because Naruto was family, her son, or because she was more open than Mikoto on nudity, bored, or all the preceding, Kushina stood suddenly and exclaimed in the hall. She was ready to go and hunt.
Naked, she showed so much physical phenomenon, so much push that it seemed like she wanted to lead the excursion...
Naruto was taking a brand-new--not unpretentious this time--look of her loving waistline and her intelligent ass when she turned a bit rosier, glared, and observed with a different-sounding badger, "I told you to be healthy the last time, but that wasn't the mental picture I had in mind, Naruto."
"Do you like your mom that way? That would make you a deviant... I'm a married woman. To your dad, let me remind you."
When she spoke, laughed, reminded, to alleviate the flowering love tension, the slapstick sex hostility, the banter went away. Kushina sounded more infantile, less ripened... Less mature and mellowed than before.
Less opened to all of it.
She sounded less like a woman asking to get praised. And more like a teenage mom getting a real, daunting spoon of parenting. A taste of what parenting an acquainted, yet not so acquainted, boy was like. Boundaries were getting out.
That being the case, however, women were self-contradictory, and not always self-aware creatures. Sometimes, often, their bodies, and their body languages knew better than them what they wanted.
... Despite his mom acting suddenly strait-laced, Naruto, who had some comely love experience, detected more than a few signals.
... For example, and on the side, how her friend, Mikoto, glowered.
With intensity in her eyes, with a maturing scowl.
If he didn't know better--which he didn't, never did--he would think that he was getting hot with his mom...
... That he was making out, perceiving, being shown love deterrents, prohibited ridges, unsurmountable icebergs...
... Which he would try and smash with sleight before he crashed on the mother-son zones called respect, honor, sexual morality... Before he put himself there by himself... For lack of moxie...
... Also, that his good auntie, Mikoto, was getting possessive. Territorial. Cute...
... And hoping he wouldn't show his mom the same guts, the stiff, strong backbone he'd shown to her on the beach.