Sarada Uchiha opened her eyes, gasping as she did. She looked around her surroundings, noting that it still very much appeared to be the forests of the Hidden Leaf Village. Maybe Boruto was messing with her, after all?
He had given her a stone that looked just like any other, but seemed to have an eerie glow, and told her that it would be able to transport her to any point in time. She felt foolish for believing him, as he loved messing with her, but she couldn’t help but be desperate to see what her parents were like when they were young, especially her own father, who she was estranged to.
She rubbed her temple and pushed herself up, knowing immediately where to go to confirm whether or not Boruto was telling the truth. She had to see her mother. Drawing up the map of the houses in the clan in her head, she proceeded towards the Haruno household, trying to stay hidden as she did.
Sarada looked just like her father, with long black hair trimmed by the shoulders, red framed glasses, and a stoic expression on her face. She wore a red skirt with black open-toed boots and a red sleeveless qipao shirt. She wondered if her mother in this time would recognize her right away, or find her too eerily similar to her father.
It didn’t take long for her to appear behind the house, and she slipped to the back entrance, surprised it wasn’t locked as she pushed it open. “Mo–, Sakura?” She corrected herself. She didn’t hear anything in return, and so proceeded to sneak further into the house. Feeling more and more confident as she explored, she eventually reached what was surely Sakura’s room. She gasped when she saw it. Yes, she was definitely back in time. The room itself was fit for a teenager, but was cleaned immaculately, which was obvious for her mother. She walked towards the desk, and was about to look for some sort of journal when she heard someone right outside the door. She disappeared into the closet, hoping her current training would be superior to her mothers’ at this time in the past.
“Hello?” A voice murmured, sounding confused.
Sarada couldn’t help herself. She pushed the closet door slightly, and spied exactly what she thought she would. It was her own mother in the flesh, but much much younger than she’d ever seen her. She gasped. She couldn’t believe Boruto was right. How long would she be able to remain in this world? Would she really be able to meet her father for the first time?
“Hello?” Her mother said again, and this time, she really couldn’t help it. Sarada pushed the closet door open, revealing herself. Sakura jumped and turned to face her before Sarada could say anything, her eyes narrowed, “who are you?”
“Um…” Sarada replied, she hadn’t thought to come up with a cover story, not thinking any of this would actually be real. “I’m visiting… from another village.”
“So what are you doing in my room?” Sakura replied, tapping her feet against the floor. She had already lowered her guard, which was great for Sarada.
“I got separated from my group.” Sarada lied, feeling it easier and easier to slip from her tongue. She couldn’t help but notice Sakura’s beauty. Yes, she looked like a younger version of her mother, but there was just something about her. She had fair skin, green eyes, and long pink hair, which Sarada knew she eventually chopped off. Now, though, she felt as if she wanted to touch it, to feel how soft it was when her mother still had her innocence.
“I didn’t know there were other ninjas visiting,” Sakura replied doubtfully. She approached her daughter slowly, her eyes narrowed once more, “hey, you look kind of familiar.” Sarada tried to look away, but couldn’t avoid Sakura’s scrutiny. “Are you related to the Uchiha Clan by any chance? You look just like someone in my year at school.”
“Um… I’m not really aware of my ancestry, sorry,” she lied again. Where was she even going with this?
Sakura looked uncomfortable as well, and said, “do you want me to bring you back to your group? Since you said you were lost.”
Before, Sakura could do anything, though, Sarada felt herself blocking the door. She swallowed, not knowing what came over her. She just couldn’t bear to say goodbye to her mother, not yet, but also didn’t really know how to express to her that she was her daughter.
She clicked the lock behind her, hoping Sakura wouldn’t notice, and approached her slowly, “I was wondering if we could just… talk.” She started.
“Talk? About what? I don’t even know you.” The cautious tone was coming back from Sakura’s voice.
Sarada reached out and did what she had wanted to do since Sakura had come in. She reached her hand out and stroked her hair, brushing her fingers from the roots all the way down to the ends. Sakura stared at her with wide eyes the whole time, completely transfixed by the action. “Wha— what are you doing?”
The action alone seemed to do something strange to Sarada. Her mother’s hair was so smooth… and she could smell it, just like she could smell her in the room. The smell itself was intoxicating. She wanted more… but she didn’t necessarily know how to achieve more. She’d never felt anything like this before, but the mere fact that she had the ability to do this to Sakura in her own bedroom brought something out in her.
“Your hair… it’s so smooth…” she said almost dreamily.
“Yes, I comb it every day. But why are you touching it?” Sakura asked. She looked like she wanted to run, but didn’t want to spook Sarada. Instead of replying, Sarada began stroking down Sakura’s face, touching her equally soft skin as she trailed her way down. She pinched the bottom of her cheek, making Sakura flinch a little before Sarada moved down further. She pushed her mother’s red qipao dress aside, exposing her small cleavage, which hasn’t been developed yet at this point.
“Have you ever been touched like this before?” Sarada asked, a little breathily.
Sakura shook her head, and before Sarada could do anymore, she disappeared and appeared at the bedroom door, grasping the handle as she tried to open it. The door itself wouldn’t budge. Sakura’s eyes widened as she tugged on it over and over again, more panic filling her expression with every pull. “What have you done?” Her voice was shaking, “why is the door locked?”
Sarada was hoping… but she wasn’t quite sure, “you haven’t learned the ninjutsu yet, have you?” Sakura was silent, “for locking and unlocking doors?” Sakura shook her head. Sarada smiled to herself, it seemed she had come back to the perfect time, after all. She was a few years ahead of her mother and her friends, and would be able to easily over power them.
“I’m sorry but I’m not going to be able to let you out at this time,” she said matter-of-factly. This wasn’t like her, she wasn’t a bad person, but she just couldn’t help herself. She felt like she had so much power for the first time in her life, and she wanted to take full advantage of it.
“What… what do you want to do with me?” Sakura asked, obviously trying to calm herself down. The truth was, Sarada had no idea, but she knew she wasn’t going to let her mother go.
“Take off your dress,” she said. She was desperate to see the rest of her mother’s soft skin completely naked.
Sakura’s hands were shaking as she reached the bottom of her dress and pulled it up over her body. Sarada's breathing stopped… her mother was absolutely beautiful. She had the softest skin Sarada had ever seen. She was toned, like most of the other ninjas were, but still remained supple and smooth. “This is… this is illegal, you know? You can’t do stuff like this.” Sarada was fully aware of what it was, but what could they possibly do to her in this time, when she could go back to her own world whenever she wanted?
She didn’t want to think anymore. She reached forwards and stroked her mother’s skin again, this time at the belly button. She continued to play with different parts of her until it wasn’t enough anymore. She began unwinding the cloth band around her chest, revealing hardened nipples underneath. “What about like this, have you been touched like this before?” She asked again. It was mesmerizing to her that she was the first one ever giving Sakura this kind of sensation, way before her dad ever could. It felt immensely satisfying to her that she would be able to one up him with this one thing. Again, Sakura shook her head.
She wanted her mother completely naked. She worked fast now, taking off her simple white panties and her shoes, even pulling the headband from her head. Sakura was shivering a lot now, and was trying her hardest to cover up her body. “Don’t cover up,” Sarada demanded. Sakura didn’t listen, keeping her hand up against her chest and the other on her crotch.
“What did I just say?” Sarada asked, getting pissed off now. She didn’t like when she wasn’t listened to, and she wanted to punish Sakura for ignoring her wishes. “If you’re not going to listen to me, I’m not going to be gentle anymore.” Sakura watched as Sarada pushed her shoes off and walked to her bed, sitting down on it so fast Sakura could barely catch her.
Sarada didn’t know how she was coming up with these ideas, but her sexuality seemed to have burst out, making her demand things that turned her on tremendously, but she had no idea was there until today. “Kneel in front of me,” she said coldly.
Sakura was still trying to cover her body, and looked at Sarada then the door, and back again. “I promise you don’t want to make me angry, Sakura. I don’t want to repeat myself again.”
Tears appeared on Sakura’s face as she finally understood the extent of her daughter’s wrath and lust. She finally uncovered herself and dropped to the ground in front of Sarada. “What do you want me to do?” She asked in almost a whisper.
“Clean my feet with your tongue, I want my feet to be completely soaked with your saliva,” a small part of Sarada felt incredibly guilty for doing this, but the lust has almost completely taken over. She loved this power, and wanted to enjoy it as long as she could. Sakura didn’t complain this time, and pushed her face against Sarada’s dirt covered feet, licking them from bottom to top. “How does it taste, hmm? Is it bitter? Does it make you want to puke?” The feel of Sakura’s soft and small tongue pushing against such a ticklish and sensitive spot of her body was making Sarada so wet. It felt even better than she imagined, the combination of the sensations and the satisfaction of her control over her own mother.
“Faster,” she demanded, and Sakura listened once more without complaining, going up and down the arch of her feet, the most sensitive part of her entire foot. Sarada couldn’t help but loudly moan. Gods, she needed proper release. She wanted Sakura’s tongue on her clit desperately.
Her mother began licking her toes, and Sarada demanded that she put each one in her mouth and suck on them. Each felt absolutely delicious, and she wished she could shove them deeper. “You’re very good at this for someone who’s never even been touched before.” She found it incredibly abusing making fun of her little slave, knowing it was digging into her ego more and more the further she pushed.
When Sakura was finally done sucking all the dirt off the last toe, Sarada pushed her back with her foot against her shoulder, making her fall onto her back against the cold hardwood floor. “How did my toes taste, hmm?” She asked.
Sakura refused to answer, and Sarada stood up. She stepped onto Sakura’s chest, squeezing her right nipple between her big and second toe. Sakura gasped, and tried to squirm away, but Sarada was too strong for her with her entire body pushing downwards. “I said… how did my toes taste?” She squeezed Sakura’s nipple even harder, making Sakura cry out in pain.
“It was amazing, it was the best thing I’d ever tasted,” Sakura replied while wincing.
Sarada laughed, a cold, hard laugh that she had never done before. “Good, since you liked it so much, I’m going to have to make you do that again.” She let go of Sakura’s nipple, and sat back down on the bed, “now, what am I going to do with you? You made me all hot and bothered with your tongue, and I think it should be your responsibility to make it better.”
“What do you want me to do?” Sakura asked innocently.
Sarada pulled her pants down along with her panties, revealing her smooth pussy underneath. “I want you to make me cum, of course,” she said it like Sakura was a complete idiot for not knowing, though she knew Sakura had never learnt anything of the sorts before. Good, she could use this knowledge to berate her more.
“I don’t know how to do that,” Sakura admitted, looking down at Sarada’s now exposed flesh.
“And you have the audacity to call yourself a woman? How can you even have a crush on Sasuke and not know how to pleasure someone?” Sarada scolded.
Sakura blushed furiously, “how do you know all this? I’ve never talked about Sasuke to anyone before!”
Sarada ignored her and made herself comfortable on Sakura’s bed. She opened her legs wide, and pointed Sakura to her center. “Move in between me and start licking.” Sakura obeyed at once, not wanting to be hurt again. She pushed her tongue forwards a little, and gave Sakura’s pussy a tiny lick. “You’re going to have to do better than that if you want me to cum.” Without a second warning, Sarada grabbed her mother’s face and shoved it against her pussy. Sakura gasped before making a choking sound as her face was smothered completely. Sarada was so wet from all of this her juices were dripping onto the bed, and she could hear the noises of Sakura trying to breathe against such a wet and puffy mess.
Sarada began unabashedly grinding against Sakura’s face, wrapping her strong ninja legs around her face as she shoved her body against her over and over. “Focus on the clit, bitch.” She commanded, pushing Sakura’s face right where she wanted it. Sakura gurgled and gasped, trying to shove Sarada away from her to no avail. “Mmmphh… that feels so good. It seems you’re good for something, afterall,” Sarada absolutely loved insulting her, and it got her off even more.
This was her first time ever experiencing someone eating her out, and she could already feel herself getting close. She stopped at once, grabbed Sakura, and flipped her onto her back on her own bed. She climbed on top of the other woman’s face with lightning speed, and began riding her again. She sat on top of Sakura and moved her hips back and forth, giving herself the most sensation she possibly could.
Sakura continued to complain with every thrust, and Sarada wondered if she would faint from the lack of oxygen in her lungs. She would just have to slap her awake if it happened. “Cumming!” She cried out suddenly. Sakura had no idea what to expect as Sarada lost control, putting her entire weight on Sakura as her whole body began shaking over and over as she cried out loudly, not caring if anyone could hear her. Her pussy’s walls clenched over and over as fluid came spurting out, drenching her own mother’s young face. She rode her orgasm out to completion, breathing heavily as she did.
When she was done, she pushed herself off of Sakura with ease, grinning with satisfaction the entire time. “Fuck, that was so good. I wish Boruto discovered the time traveling device sooner,” she whispered to herself.
Sakura, now laying next to her, looked completely traumatized. Sarada wondered if the other girl would ever be able to have sex normally again, or if she would think of Sarada every single time she got horny for the rest of her life. Her face was drenched in Sarada’s juices, and Sarada wondered at once how it tasted.
She climbed on top of Sakura once more, pushing her body in between Sakura’s legs. She pressed her mouth against Sakura’s, using her tongue to force hers open. Sakura’s mouth tasted like a mixture of sweet and sour, a musky scent that Sarada thought she could get addicted to. Sakura didn’t reciprocate much as Sarada had her way with her, pushing her tongue in as far as she could as she explored as much of Sakura’s mouth as she possibly could.
She moved her hands to the other girl’s chest and began pinching her nipples again, feeling excited by how it got hard under her touch. Sakura began squirming once more, clearly not learning her lesson.
Gods, Sarada was tired after that orgasm, though. She reluctantly pulled herself off of Sakura, and flopped onto her other side. “I think now’s a good time for us to take a nap, no?” She said, almost to herself.
Sakura seemed to finally gather some sort of courage, and asked, “can I clean myself up first?”
Sarada chuckled and shook her head, “no, I want you to be drenched in my fluids for as much as possible, so you know who you truly belong to.” Sakura was silent once more. “And after we’re done with our short little nap, I want you to bring me to your friend, Hinata. I have some plans for her, too.”
She couldn’t wait to punish Boruto’s mother the exact same way she did her own mother.