To stretch his own mother out with his youthful energy and his painfully hard ċȯċk. The sick taste of taboo dėsɨrė, to fuċk his own mother. The drive to drag down that idol from his pedestal and plunder everything away. The drive to sully that which should not be sullied. That dark feeling of superiority that wells up from the heart of the beast called man. His idol.īut hearing that this woman who so clearly was made for sėx… had been sitting trajically unfucked, had filled Naruto with a sense of derision. His father had been a great man, and the reason for most of the goals in his life.Įven before he had known the blood relation between them, the Yondaime was his childhood hero. Naruto didn't want to think badly of his father. Naruto blamed everything on it being a dream.įor Naruto greatly respected and admired his father.
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