The second Hinata fully understood what Kenji was asking for, pure shock filled her eyes. She followed the direction of his pointing finger and landed on her own chest.
Those were her breasts.
She looked back at him. He still wore that soft, completely innocent expression, waiting for her answer as if he had simply asked for a glass of water. Hinata forced her voice to stay firm.
“No, Kenji. Absolutely not. This is not something you should ask another woman for.”
Even as the words left her mouth she had to take several deep breaths to calm the restless heat building inside her.
The idea of wrapping her soft breasts around his thick cock and stroking him until he came all over them refused to leave her mind.
She could already picture it clearly: her full tits pressed tightly around his eight-inch shaft, the way they would bounce with every stroke and the moment his hot cum would paint her skin.
She tried to kill the image at once.
No way. How can I even think like that? I’m his mother. I have a husband.
No matter how hard she pushed the fantasy away, her body kept answering differently. Her breathing grew quicker. Her pussy twitched hard a few times, sending fresh wetness into her already soaked underwear.
Before she could recover, Kenji suddenly leaned forward from the edge of the bed and wrapped both arms around her. The unexpected hug pulled her against his chest. His warm hands settled on her back while his face rested near her shoulder.
“Mom, please… make me happy. I want to play with your balls,” he whispered in that same soft, pleading voice.
The moment his hands touched her back a sharp jolt of electricity raced through her entire body. She squirmed slightly in his arms.
Ahh… am I getting even more turned on just from him hugging me?
Seriously, this is all your fault, Naruto…
Every new wave of guilt and arousal she simply dumped onto her absent husband. It was the only way she could keep her thoughts from completely falling apart.
Kenji did not argue with words. Instead he did something she never expected. While still holding her close he slid both hands down to the bottom hem of her baggy white t-shirt. In one quick, smooth motion he broke the hug, gripped the fabric and yanked the shirt straight up and over her head.
A soft *swish* filled the air as the shirt left her body. Hinata was left kneeling completely topless in front of him. Her full, bare breasts hung free, soft and heavy, the pink nipples already tight from arousal. Kenji tossed the shirt carelessly onto the floor.
His cock, already rock hard, twitched hard at the sudden sight. A fresh bead of precum leaked from the tip and slowly ran down the shaft.
For a few long seconds Hinata could not process what had just happened. She simply stared at him, lips parted. Then the realization hit and her voice came out full of surprise.
“Kenji… did you just learn how to take off a shirt?”
It truly shocked her. Until now he had never shown any real improvement in dressing or undressing himself.
For a brief moment the fact that she was completely naked from the waist up slipped from her mind. Her large breasts hung freely in the open air, only inches away from the thick cock rising between them.
Kenji smiled and nodded. “Yes, Mom. Can I play now?” He looked up at her with the same cute, hopeful expression he always used when he wanted something.
The soft question finally snapped Hinata back to reality. She glanced down at her own bare chest.
A deep, burning blush exploded across her face as she realized exactly how exposed she was. Her eyes flicked up again and caught Kenji staring openly at her breasts, a small, satisfied smile still on his lips.
What should I do now…?
A fierce mental war raged inside Hinata’s head as Kenji’s soft request rang in her ears. One part of her still screamed that this was wrong. Another, quieter voice rose up and began to speak with calm certainty.
Look how happy he is that he finally learned to take off a T shirt. You should reward him. Let him play so he keeps making progress like this.
And if you refuse… who knows if he might go back to the way he was before?
You don’t want that, do you?
No… I can’t bear to see him return to how he used to be. He’s finally showing real progress. I should do everything I can to help him keep improving.
For a brief moment the heavy wetness between her legs and the heat still burning in her core were completely forgotten. She looked at Kenji and forced a gentle smile onto her face.
“Okay, Kenji. Since you’ve shown so much progress today… I’ll let you play with my balls.”
She paused, then added softly, “Are you happy?”
Kenji’s face lit up with a big, pure, innocent smile. “Yes, Mom! Thank you! You’re the best!”
He leaned forward again and wrapped both arms tightly around her back, pulling her into a full hug.
The sudden closeness pressed her bare breasts firmly against his hard cock. The hot, heavy shaft nestled right between the soft mounds and a sharp electric jolt raced through Hinata’s entire body.
She bit back a soft sound and forced herself to stay calm. Slowly she brought her own arms up and returned the hug, hands resting gently on his back.
“Good boy…” she whispered.
Kenji tilted his head and placed a soft kiss on her forehead. The unexpected tenderness surprised her but before she could react he pulled away from the embrace.
Without any hesitation he grabbed the hem of his own t-shirt and pulled it up and over his head in one smooth motion. The shirt landed on the floor beside hers.
Now Kenji sat completely naked on the edge of the bed while Hinata remained kneeling in front of him, still topless.
Watching him remove his own shirt without any help made Hinata think
Even though he’s already eighteen, his mind is still like a child’s… Letting him play with my boobs really was the right decision.