Day 1

"Good morning, Boruto." Hinata said, setting Breakfast upon the table. "Oh, morning mom." Boruto slowly walked to the dinner table, a bit groggy from his slumber. Himawari was already seated, excited to eat. "Here you go," Hinata passed Boruto a bowl of steaming ramen and chopsticks. "And one for you, Himawari." Hinata said with a smile. "Thank you!" The two said in unison, and began to clamp down on the meal. As the two gorged on the food, Boruto noticed his mom heading out. "You're not eating with us, mom?" Boruto said, placing the utensil down. Hinata turned back, and gave a simple grin. "With your dad away from the village, Shikamaru told me to help with any work that was unfinished before he left. I won't be gone for too long, so take care you two!" She blew her children a kiss, and left the house with a gentle click of the door as it closed behind her. "Huh, so they're both gone." Boruto said, with a hint of sadness. Himawari didn't mind all that much, being too focused on her noodles. Boruto of course was, absolutely so. Mom being away is an... odd feeling... He thought.

"So this is what's it's like to be the most important family around here, huh." Boruto said to himself, now in his room reclined on his bed. He stared at the empty ceiling, emptying his own mind. "Can't believe this is the life Sarada wants to live..." The boy just remained still, staring at the wall. "Why did mom even marry dad anyways? Seems like all he knows how to do is fight. He's even less responsible than Master Sasuke." He took in a breath, exhaling out his emotions. "Mom's the best though, she really is." Boruto thought about how much his mother tried to keep the family together, and how badly she wanted to raise him and Himawari right nearly all by herself. His mother supports the family the best she can. He doesn't even mind how hard she is on him and Himawari, as he knows they can be a pain in the ass. "Dad's not even all that. I bet if I was mom's age, I would've been all over that now." Boruto smirked his cocky smirk. "Dad was smart for making me man of the house, seeing as even when he is here, I'm more in charge than him." The only things he has a leg up on me are: being the boss of everyone, and mom. Boruto blew his air, as some started to fall towards his eyes.

Later that day...

"Sarada, Mitsuki, what's up you guys." Boruto said, seeing his friends outside his home. Sarada was about to speak, but Mistuki pushed her aside jokingly. "We heard from our parents that you weren't allowed to leave the house, so we came to say hi." Mitsuki said in his cheerful manner. "Well, that's awfully nice of you guys... WAIT I'M NOT ALLOWED TO LEAVE MY HOME?!" Boruto's mouth dropped low, his face in shock. Sarada punched Mitsuki away, sending him flying away with a swiftness. "Yeah, your dad kinda forgot to write that down on the message I'm guessing. He told the adults he didn't want you messing with the village when he isn't around to chaperone and monitor your obnoxious behavior." Boruto looked angry, and placed his finger forward to his friend. "Who are you calling Obnoxious, Miss I-want-to-be-Hokage-and-grumpy." Mitsuki came back now, rubbing his face that was badly bruised by the girl. "Eh, Boruto. Your dad has a point. Who knows what you'd be doing when your father ain't around to catch you." Boruto was pissed, but understand deep inside that his father was right. "Well, what's the consequence of trying to take a step outsi-" Boruto took a step outside his home, and suddenly felt something whiz by him. "What the fuck?" Boruto turned around to see a bamboo dart embedded itself into the floor of his home. "That, that happens." Sarada says, pointing towards the trees around the area. "Your dad decided that the best course of action was to knock you out with sleep darts if you tried to freely go out. Don't question it, he's an interesting man."

At Night...

"Mommy, why do you look so exhausted?" Himawari said, seeing her mother head down on the dining table, having barely touched her katsu rice. Hinata raised her head a bit so she could look to her little girl. "Well sweetie, it seems like your mommy never realized how tiring it is to do paperwork for hours without breaks, hmph." She smiled, showing strength for her child when she was absolutely drained. "Mom, are you going to have to do this again and again? I mean... it doesn't feel right when you aren't around..." Boruto said, twirling his chopsticks and having his head laid upon his palm. "Awww, sweetheart," Hinata said sweetly, looking over to Boruto. Her son looked back, and was again stunned. Boruto gazed back into his mother's milky-white eyes. He felt the intensity of her vision. "Don't be like that Boruto. I only have to do this for two more days, then I'm free to be with you two for the rest of the time dad is gone." "Mommy," Hinata looked over to her daughter. "Do you think after this, daddy will be around more?" Hinata giggled, understanding that Himawari did not know the significant of Hokage yet. "Hopefully sweetie, I hope so a lot." Boruto slammed down on the table, causing both Hinata and Himawari to quickly look towards him. "It doesn't matter whether or not dad is around more often! I'll take dad's place around here for as long as I need to!" Hinata was stunned, seeing her son so aggravated. "Himawari," His sister kept her focus on her brother. "Tomorrow is Tuesday, right?" Himawari nodded, intrigue in her face. "I'll take you for ice cream, alright?" With that said, his sister lit up and shot up. "Yay! You're the best Boruto!" She ran over to her brother, and hugged him. Boruto laughed, feeling his sister jumping while holding him. He looked over to his beautiful mom, who tilted her head and smiled.

Hinata heard her door slide open. At the sound, Hinata activated her Byakugan hastily, and was prepared for anything, before calming down when she found out who it was. "M-mom..." Boruto said, standing outside her room. Hinata turned on the lights of her and Naruto's room, and looked at her son in blue pajamas. "Hey Boruto, it's late. What are you here for?" Hinata looked at her son, puzzled. Boruto gulped, and had to relax himself. "I... had a nightmare." Hinata remained puzzled. "Can I... sleep with you today?" Hinata sighed. "Boruto, aren't you supposed to be a 'man' right now?" "But, doesn't dad sleep with you?" Hinata sighed again, knowing that it would be awkward if she continued that conversation. "Fine Boruto, come in." Boruto smiled, and ran over to get in the mattress with his mom. "Promise you wouldn't need this again, darling?" Boruto nodded his head, prompting Hinata to turn down the main light of the room. All that was left was the dim brightness of the bedpost lamp. "Goodnight, mom." Boruto said. Hinata made a mmmm sound to indicate the same back. Boruto closed his eyes, resting on his dad's side where he belongs.

Boruto woke up from feeling a body rubbing against his. "Wh-what..." Boruto slowly opened his eyes, and noticed his mother had now been holding him close. He was sleeping upwards, and noticed his mother was on her side resting. Her left palm was upon his chest, and her right arm over her son's head. "M-mom?" He asked, seeing if she was awake. His mother did not reply, and continued her quiet breaths. Uncomfortable over his mother's hand resting on his body, Boruto slowly brought his hands towards the arm to move it away. As he reached her arm, he heard Hinata faintly speak. "N-Naruto..." With that, his mother slowly moved her hand down his body, causing Boruto to wince. He felt the smooth fingers slowly lower themselves down his stomach region, the sensation getting through the thin pajamas.

"M-mom... I'm not dad..." Boruto said quietly, unsure of whether to wake his mom or not. "Oh, Naruto... You seem so... stressed..." Hinata descended further, and reached Boruto's pants. "Um, Mooooommm!" He continued his shouting in a whisper, unable to decide what was the right course of action. Then, Boruto gasped when he felt his mother's hand move underneath his pants, now no longer visible. Boruto looked over to his mother, who glimmered from the lamp's shimmer. She continued to breath gently, making the wind pass ever so slightly between her lips. "Here honey... Let me help you with that..." Boruto began to sweat. "M-mom... what are you referring to with da- Ooooooooohhhhh!"

Boruto was cut short by the feeling of velvet fingers feeling him below the waist. From the shadow illuminated, Boruto saw his pants had 'something' sticking up and disappearing in a rhythmic motion. "M-m-m-m-mom! Stooooppp!" Boruto whispered incredibly quietly, unable to speak properly at the feeling of her wrapped around his shaft. Her hand caressed it tenderly, methodically rubbing the length of it. "Oh...Naruto you like it... don't you..." Hinata cooed, causing shivers to course through Boruto from how seductively his mother was speaking. "It feels good... huh... mmm baby..." Oh this feels too goooood. Boruto thought to himself, feeling himself pitching a tent from the constant touch.

Boruto saw from the little light in the room that his mother was not wearing her light purple jacket. She had on only her white shirt, with a a large section of her chests visible. The sight only stimulated Boruto further. He looked at his mom's chest, and saw how massive they were. Without thought, he used his right hand to grab on her, and gasped at how she felt around his hand. His action illicited a moan from his mother. He began to tug on her breast, feeling the mass engulf his grasp. He could tell he was turning bright-red, incredibly heated from what was going on. Oh my god... Mom... He rubbed her as she rubbed him back, causing them both to moan. "N-Naruto... I knew you needed this..." Boruto was breathing heavily now, panting as he felt himself getting overly aroused. "Oh mom, mom yes!" Boruto shut his eyes, and was unable to resist his creator's touch. Quickly, Boruto placed his free hand over his mouth as he began to erupt, feeling it splatter around his pants. He trapped his moan, resisting a full on roar. Hinata continued pumping loads of cum out of the head, having her hand drenched in the sticky fluid.

"Mmmm... You like that stress coming out, don't you Naruto..." Hinata moaned, feeling her breast get yanked hard as her 'husband' ejaculated upon her grip. With 'Naruto' now limp, Hinata smiled, and finished acting out her dream.

Boruto's chest was throbbing, his mind exacerbated to its limits of sanity. He looked over to his mom, seeing her eyes were shut, and her glossy red lips parted every so often to softly breathe. The boy released his hold on the motherly cups, reducing the risk his mom would awake. Boruto looked down to his lower regions, and saw his mom's hand was still inside his pants. Oh shit! Oh shit! Boruto realized his dilemma. Oh geez, I'm going to have to clean this mess! Looking around the room, he dashed his vision around to find a way to wipe the mess.

Oh fuck, mom! What am I supposed to do?!