Turnabout is Fair Play (Patreon)

"Yo, Auntie Rin!"

Menma was no stranger to his biological father's wife. In fact, even though Obito never really was the one who took the primary role of fatherhood in his life, he'd always sort of been there in a supportive way. Obito had been too young and immature to take charge over a newborn's life, and more importantly, Kushina would never have accepted having only partial custody of her son.

She was greedy about family like that.

Even when Obito had finally gotten his life together and cleaned up his act, becoming a succesful and well known ninja as well as finally marrying the childhood sweetheart whom he'd been pining after for much of his life, everyone still agreed that it was for the best that Menma spend most of his time under the care of Kushina and his foster father. Step father?

"Ah! Menma!" Rin said, looking up from the letter she was reading.

It was a bill, apparently, for... extremely large amounts of food dye?

"The Hokage monument's gonna be painted pink again isn't it," Menma spoke, snorting as Rin's facial expression became sour in just a moment at the thought. "I don't know who thought it was a good idea to allow those two to be in the same team," he added with a chuckle.

“I wish I knew,” Rin said, sighing. Her face was extremely expressive, and Menma was quite amused at watching how even the purple rectangles painted on her cheeks drooped as she frowned.

If nothing else, he could agree that his biological father had excellent taste, and that Nohara Rin had definitely been a keeper. Seeing old pictures, it was striking to see how little she had changed. Her hair was a little bit darker and longer, her skin a little bit darker, she was an inch or two taller, and her breasts might’ve been a cup size larger, but you’d be hard pressed to guess that she was a decade older than the pictures of her chunin days.

In fact… Menma thought she was pretty hot, overall. “He’s out there playing pranks on the city with my little brother, when he’s got you back home, all alone and bored,” Menma said, his lips curling into a smirk. “His priorities really need to change huh?”

Rin stuffed the bill on a hidden pocket and swung an arm around Menma’s neck, dragging him into a half hug, half headlock, immediately giving him a noogie, rubbing her knuckles against the top of his head. “You little rascal!” she called out, “you just never learn, do you? You used to be such a little heartbreaker, now look at you!” she taunted him.

“I don’t break hearts, you know me better than that! Ow! Stop that!” Menma cried, as the noogie intensified, but a few moments after he cried out, she let him go, and he pulled back, rubbing his hands on his head to put his hair back into its properly messed up style. His eyes almost glinted as he smirked once more. “Man you just can’t wait to put hands on me huh…” he half whispered.

Rin’s cheeks became dusted with pink. She grabbed him by the bicep, and then pulled him into the small house she shared with her husband, slamming the door shut behind herself when she followed him in, pushing him past the entrance quickly, even as Menma quickly tossed his sandals off, and put on the slippers that were always ready for him.

“Oi oi, I’m going, I’m going!” Menma spoke as Rin, her face getting redder and redder, pushed him past the living room and up the stairs to the bedrooms and bathroom. The house’s windows were mirrored one way, as was the norm with buildings inhabited by ninja, both the extremely privacy conscious and the more open kind. “Oooi, auntie, I’m going!”

Rin giggled. “This is what you get!” she said, pushing him all the way up, and pushing him into the guest bedroom of the house. Menma’s bedroom, really, since he was the only one who ever used it. It was a room that only saw use on the weekends. Back when Menma was young, he’d spend the odd weekend with his biological father.

But nowadays, he visited for a different reason.

Indeed, in many ways, people would find his relationship with Rin as a very normal relationship, perhaps a bit more affectionate than some might expect considering that Menma was the son of her husband, before she had gotten together with him. A stepson, essentially, though Menma’s situation was a bit more complicated. Yet, to anyone looking on their relationship from outside, throughout all his childhood and even into his adult years, Menma had always been treated as a beloved son, no different from the fruit of her own womb, by Rin.

But that was only outside, beyond the doors of the house.

Inside, when the curtains were drawn and the doors were shut, it was all different. Indeed, as soon as Menma crossed the threshold into his room, no more than a single step past the doorframe, Rin turned him around, and with a fluid and well-practiced motion, she closed the distance between them, tilted her head up, and met Menma’s lips for a deep kiss, their tongues immediately meeting in a heavy and steamy makeout session, the smacking of their lips filling the house until Rin too joined him inside the room, the door closing behind her, flashing in the blue effulgent glow of neutral chakra as the seals on it activated.

They were cut off from the rest of the world, at that moment, and no sound would make it out of Menma’s room. Rin pushed Menma further into the remarkably Spartan room. Menma never needed a lot of furniture, only a dresser that contained some changes of clothing and a chest that contained supplies and tools.

The kiss broke and the two separated, Menma taking a few steps back, immediately grabbing at the hem of his shirt and pulling off of himself, tossing it into the corner of the room. “Damn, you’re thirsty today.”

Licking her lips and grinning, Rin offered him a half apologetic, half amused look. “You would be too if your spouse went on back to back missions and then when he came back he decided to go on a pranking spree instead of taking care of my needs!” she spoke, closing her eyes and sighing. “You’re my only hope, and you haven’t been around much either.”

Rin then took the lull in action as a cue to divest herself of her own shirt, a simple long sleeved black v neck that was about as unflattering as it was generic, but below it was the real treat. Rin had known Menma would be arriving today, and she had of course prepared herself for him.

Menma chuckled. “That’s some mighty fine lingerie,” Menma said, exaggerating an accent from the countryside as he appreciated her body, and more importantly, the black bra, a very fine piece of lingerie, that she revealed. Decorated with lace, half opaque, half translucent cups that revealed almost the entirety of her breasts and framed her nipples just right, and giving her just enough lift that her decently sized handfuls were enhanced to a beautiful chest the likes of which wouldn’t lose even to the titans of size that Konoha boasted. “I don’t know how you don’t have to beat men off with a stick.”

“I used to have to do that to him you know!” Rin said, sticking her chest out proudly, her face a little bit redder, as she preened under and appreciated Menma’s attention. She was so smug that even the cheek tattoos were seemingly perking up.

“I’m curious, does it come in a set?” Menma asked, looking at the baggy pants she wore.

Rin giggled. “Of course silly,” she said, hooking her thumbs onto the elastic band at the waist of her pants, and utilizing all of the ninja skills she had cultivated over a decade of practice and active duty, she showed off that she still had much of her agility and skill, managing to jump out of her pants in such a way that let her get out of them in a single, smooth move, not breaking stride, and giving Menma a nice show by twirling her body just right so he could appreciate all of it.

And there was much to appreciate, as she showed off her nicely toned legs, which had lost only some of their appeal to her retirement, though her body may no longer be as tightly trimmed and well developed as it had been in the days of her active duty, she still carried with her the benefits of daily exercise and regular training, except now enhanced with the false veneer of vulnerability afforded to her by a smooth layer of concealing fat over her muscles.

She was striking a nice balance between the appeal of an uncomplicated, straightforward and vulnerable civilian, and the allure of a dangerous and powerful ninja.

As if to make matters worse, she had decided to encase her legs in smooth black silken stockings, and their smoothness just could not be overstated, no matter how lavish the description. She allowed herself to fall back on the bed and Menma caught her legs, as they flailed in the air, and he began rubbing the smooth silken fabric that covered her, right up to the tops of her stockings, decorated in black lace, and connected via straps to a black garterbelt sitting just over her waist, exactly where the waistband of her pants covered.

He trailed caresses and kisses up her covered legs right to her thighs, which he lingered on, lavishing them with attention, until he finally moved on.

As he reached her crotch, only then was his attention taken away from her legs, and towards the almost criminally lewd panties. A crotchless pair that made a set with her bra, lewd panties that revealed her glistening pussy. She wasn’t just wet, she was soaked, and if her panties had a crotch, she’d no doubt have ruined them. “Damn, how excited were you for this weekend?” Menma asked.

“More than you could ever believe,” Rin moaned, “I- I can’t wait for it anymore, I’ve been holding back so long..!”

Menma nodded. He placed a hand on each of her thighs, and then dove into her crotch. There was no preamble, no more words to be shared or warning to be made. Menma knew exactly what she wanted, no, he knew what she needed, and he would give it to her in the best way he knew how. His actions were guided not just by the almighty power of lust that dwelled within him, the impulses and desires that guided him to covet and enjoy the bodies of attractive women, but also a deeply held feeling of gratitude and affection towards a woman who had treated him as a precious member of her family for so long.

His lips came into contact with hers, this time the labia of her genitalia, and he immediately tasted her undiluted and raw need flooding his mouth, the liquid arousal that seeped from her strong and taking command of his mouth, overpowering his taste buds in mere moments… she wasn’t kidding on how much she needed it!

Nor was she holding anything back, her hand immediately grasped onto his hair, bunching it up quite a bit and making it even messier than she’d had before, grabbing onto the same still slightly sensitive spot she’d been teasing before as she pushed Menma harder against her cunt, crying out in release, pleasure, satisfaction and relief combined into a single wordless scream as Menma’s tongue moved out of his mouth and went past her labia to begin teasing at her pink, moist insides.

“Fhhghhhk, aaahgh, I needed that, I need you so badleeeee!!!” Rin’s words led into another screech of pleasure as Menma immediately began lapping at her dripping insides, sparing no effort and offering no mercy, rapidly increasing the speed and intensity of his affectionate teasing, getting to each and every single one of her weak spots with his tongue.

He used the tip of his tongue, pressing it onto a weak spot, then pressed his tongue flatly and gave her a heavy, powerful lick that ended on her clit, once again using the tip of his tongue, and then began to assault her clit directly with his tongue for a few moments, flicking it once, twice, now that it was exposed to his ministrations, and then sealing his lips around it, sucking strongly around the extremely sensitive bundle of nerves.

Rin curled up around his head and crossed her legs behind his neck, at the same time as she grabbed his hair even harder, with both hands, she was so needy and backed up that she was practically on a hair trigger, especially because she’d long since become unable to satisfy herself through means of masturbation.

Indeed, she had become spoiled, ruined for anything else, no longer able to reach completion manually or even with the usage of toys. There between her legs was the culprit, teasing her even harder, the one who had turned her into this kind of lewd woman, and she loved every second she spent getting serviced like this, no matter how far she might have fallen.

She tightened up her muscles and grit her teeth, eyes screwing shut. She was tensing up, so much so that her body trembled around Menma, though there was one part of her that was relaxed, ready and waiting, and Menma capitalized on that, at that moment. While she was distracted and concentrated entirely on trying to prolong the pleasure she was getting from her clit getting sucked, Menma took that opportunity of her distraction and put two of his fingers together, shoving them swiftly forward and piercing through her defenseless, vulnerable labia, the cleft of her mound opening up and revealing the open and ready vagina, which was pierced immediately.

Rin stood no chance. Already, she was on the brink, but the moment his fingers went in she completely lost the battle against her own raging orgasm, in that mere instant she began shaking wildly, clinging even harder to Menma even as he continued to suck on her clit while at the same time his fingers sawed in and out of her cunt, bending and twisting and rotating and shaking every which way and the other way as well, exploring every single part of her tight wet vagina, targeting all of her soft spots and teasing them in turn.

It was like a never-ending chain of orgasmic highs that seemed to keep climbing, never was she allowed to settle before Menma took her even higher past the peak of pleasure and into mind numbing bliss, and yet, he knew her so well that it never crossed into the threshold of pain. No, not at all, instead, he slowly but surely slowed down, and finally let up on her when she had strength no more, she collapsed into a heap, panting and squirting out the last few helpings of her cum, which she had covered Menma in.

Nobody had to know just why exactly they had bought hydrophobic carpeting for Menma’s room, but the people who used it, and Rin was definitely glad for having made the investment, because damn, she had cum so hard she felt she might have created a lake in the room.

Menma pulled back, and stood up, immediately starting to undo his pants, and tossing them with his shirt, revealing that he was gifted enough that every time it felt like the first time all over again… just the right, perfect size, where he pushed her every button without overstretching her. She licked her lips at the sight, but then a sobering realization came.

“Ah- I forgot..!” she called, shaking her head. “You!” she said, pointing at Menma, “lay on the bed a-and close your eyes! I’ve got a special surprise planned out!”

Menma laughed. “Well now I’m looking forward to it,” he said.

Rin rolled off of the bed and staggered to her feet. Even a hundred years of ninja training could not prepare someone for having to get back up after muscle control destroying orgasms, let alone a good dozen of them in a row! She wasn’t sure there was a single woman in the world who could manage to get back up on her feet after Menma was done with them!

Shaking her head, Rin took a few moments to get her bearings, and she saw as Menma did as she asked, getting on the bed and closing his eyes. There was no need to check whether he would keep them closed, nor to cover his eyes. Because Menma was ultimately Menma no matter what situation he was in, once he had decided on something or agreed to do something, he would do it. She allowed a smile to spread on her lips as she went to the chest with his backup supplies, and then pulled up the false bottom to reveal a second container, from which she pulled a sealed up scroll. She brought it up to her face and nodded at it.

“Perfect…” she muttered, opening it up. It seemed blank at first glance, but she ran her thumb over its surface as it floated in the air, and it lit up with a myriad designs. Something she had learned from her teacher, as she was the only one of his students with the patience and self-control required to learn sealing, even if she didn’t have the talent to make it far as a sealmaster.

An explosion of smoke later, and Rin now stood in her full glory, having changed from her sexy lingerie, or rather, covered it up.

“I- I’m done..! You can open your eyes now!” Rin said, as she struck a pose to show off every part of her outfit.

Menma opened his eyes, and whatever comment he was about to make was swallowed into his stomach, as his jaw dropped, for there standing right before the bed was his “auntie Rin”, in a skin tight, almost painted on nurse’s uniform that turned her from a highly attractive woman into a veritable sex bomb kunoichi. She was breathtaking, with her hair pulled back into a tight bun behind a white cap, an extremely tight and form fitting double breasted top that seemed to become transparent where her chest stretched it most, and a tube skirt that seemed to have been painted onto her thighs and ass, showing off the lines of her panties in a ridiculously lewd way, ending just above mid-thigh.

The naughty nurse get-up was… amazing.

“Damn, is this what the hospital prescribes for impotence!?” Menma asked, staring with fascination at her shape. “You could raise the dead with that look you know! What a lucky husband!”

Rin blushed. “I- er- this- this is for, for you, I’ve- I’ve never worn something like this for, him,” she said.

Menma’s dick almost exploded, it was twitching so violently at that point. He wanted her so badly. “I- wh-whoa,” he spoke, shivering in excitement. “Nurse- Nurse, I think I might be sick,” he said.

Rin’s hands came up to her cheeks and she faked a horrified gasp. “Mister Uzumaki,” She called, “you’re so swollen!” she spoke, immediately getting on the bed, on all fours, nuzzling his erection. “Y-Yes, this smell, this size, this shape- it all fits,” she said, going lower, both hands grabbing onto Menma’s oversized, overfilled ballsack. “These- these are so swollen too! Y-You must, must be retaining fluids!” she said, moving up so she was on her knees, between his legs. “But I know, I know just what to do!”

“Please help me nurse,” Menma said, though his acting was marred, the performance shaken by his extreme arousal and excitement.

“I will! Just leave it to me!” Rin said, putting her fist against her chest. “Nurse Nohara is on the case, I’ll drain you from all those nasty, virile and plentiful fluids,” she said, “I’ll extract every last drop of them, a-and heal you!” she said, hiccupping a little and giggling as she straddled his legs and crotch.

She raised the hem of her skirt, revealing the crotchless black panties once more, with her right hand, while she held the cock of her patient in place with her left hand. Their eyes met for one moment, and that was enough for the two of them to realize that neither could keep going like this anymore, they both needed to hurry up because if they kept going like that, both might explode!

And so without further preamble, Rin dropped down, swallowing up Menma’s length in an instant, a well-practiced and even better trained cunt that took in the entirety of his length in a single, powerful swoop, eating him up all the way to the base until her puffy, wet lips put a kiss on the base of his cock.

“Ghhh, ghuh, Mister Uzu-zuma, ghkkkiiiii!” Rin cried out, tossing her head back and crying out as she was wracked by pleasure. “T-This is- an, emergenceeee!” she shrieked, as she felt him somehow grow even bigger inside her. “D-Don’t ho, hold back, a-at all! J-just, le, let loose inside, inside me when, just- just cum inside meeee!” she cried out, dropping all pretense, leaning forward and placing her hands on his chest.

“Ro, roger!” Menma replied, his lips curling up into a strained grin as Rin looked down on him from above, the bun behind her head already fraying as her hair began to come undone.

The nurse immediately began to bounce her hips, at a speed so fast it defied the naked eye, blurring into motion, slaps immediately filling up the room, followed by the wet and naughty schlicking sound of her extremely wet and aroused cunt being gouged out and reshaped by the large cock she was mounting.

Despite their best efforts, it wouldn’t take long for their voices to join it either, Rin’s hands moved from his chest to Menma’s own hands, as he offered her his arms for support, at the same time as Rin entrusted more of her body to him and he began to match the slamming down of her hips with a thrust of hers, their bodies meeting together in a sparkling display of pleasure, even as they both painted the other with their overflowing sexual fluids.

Their skin was shiny with sweat and reddened by exertion, their breathing was so irregular thanks to all the panting and moaning and screaming, and it was no wonder that they were both racing towards the finish line, trying to make sure the other got there first, but ultimately, it would be experience and skill that would win out, as Menma showed off everything he’d learned and practiced in his own time to just about edge a victorious cry, a powerful thrust at just the right angle hitting a particularly sensitive spot of Rin’s internal folds, triggering a rampaging and unstoppable orgasm within her that sent her insides into overdrive.

A pyrrhic victory, because Menma immediately came undone under her the moment her orgasm entered full swing, and his thick hot and virile milk filled her from within, overflowing form their union even.

“GHahhh, Mi-mister, Uzumaakiii,” Rin moaned, “that- was a lot..!” she said, shaking a little. “B-But, based on how, how you, still hard- not, not enough, huh?”

Menma grinned up at her.

“Can you help me drain the naughty fluids completely, Nurse Nohara?”

She grinned down at him in turn. “O-Of course, it’s, my, my duty to service… patients!”

Indeed… that would only be the start of their rampage. They had a whole weekend with each other, and it would be spent making up for lost time.

At the end of their time together, when Menma was to depart for another mission and Rin’s husband, the man who had sired Menma to begin with, would arrive home, the two would say goodbye with an almost comically chaste kiss on the cheek, a wink, and a promise to meet again.