Day 2
"Rise in shine sleepy head." Himawari told her brother, who was coming over to the dining table. *Yawn* "Uh, hey sis." Boruto rubbed the sleep from his eyes, and stretched his arms. Having reached the table, Boruto looked around to see that there was no food. Confused, he went towards the kitchen. "Hey, Himawari. Where's mom?" Boruto asked, seeing the room was empty. "Mom left a bit ago. She was trying to wake you up for breakfast, but you wouldn't budge. Your stuff is next to the stove." Boruto looked around where his sister said his meal was, and sure enough it was there. Boruto reentered the room, holding a wrapped up onigiri. "She left already? Why?" He said, as he sat down. Himawari seemed confused by her brother, who seemed still half-asleep. "What do you mean 'she left already'? It's almost 12 now Boruto." Boruto stopped unwrapping his rice ball, and looked over to his sister. "Wait, 12? Wh-" "Mom left at around 10, I think. She didn't have time to try and wake you up constantly." Boruto paused, and slowly began to unwrap his breakfast once more. Free from the parchment paper, Boruto began to eat.
Man, did I sleep a lot. That's unusual. Boruto thought. As he ate, he tried to remember what happened last night. "Well, without my Exams anymore, I suppose it's not all that bad I overslept. Not like I have anything to do." Boruto said with a full mouth. Himwari puffed her cheeks up, and placed her hands down on the table. "Not so fast Boruto." Boruto glanced over, and saw his sister was incredibly angry. "Did you forget what you promised me?" Boruto took a moment to gulp down a mouthful of rice, and recollected his memory for a moment. "Ohhhh... right..." Boruto said with a awkward laugh. He rubbed the back of his head. "Well, you see Himawari. I would love to take you to get ice cream and all, but-" "What 'BUT'!" Himawari's eyes became focused, and her face tensed up. "Uh... Hehe... You see sis-" Himawari swiftly got off her seat, and picked her brother up. "Get me ice cream or I will destroy you!" "WOAH SIS! CALM DOWN!" Boruto had a large sweatdrop drip down, being lifted up by his much younger sister. Shit, I forgot how strong she was. Boruto knew that she meant business, and saw he had no choice, but to try and meet her demand. "Okay, okay Himawari. We'll go get ice cream, alright?" Hearing what she wanted, the little girl smiled, and dropped her brother down, causing him to fall with a thud. "Ah, geez sis! Maybe don't let me fall like that?" Himawari stood infront of him. "You're not lying right? You won't lie to me like daddy did." Boruto got up, and rubbed his back. "Don't sweat it. I'm not lying alright? Just, we have to find a different way out."
Boruto and Himawari went to their parent's room, as Boruto believed that was the place he had the lowest chance of being picked off by the Hokage guards. Entering the room, the two peered into the field of their home from their parent's window, scanning the area outside."Alright Himawari. We are going to have to get out through the window, quietly. I'll go first." Carefully, Boruto slide open the window as to avoid sound. With it fully open, the boy lifted himself out and over, falling into the field with a slight rustling from the grass below his shoes. Keeping a low profile, Boruto waited for his sister to come out. Hearing his sister coming out, he noticed that she was not prepared for her landing. "Oh shit!" Boruto whispered, sliding onto the grass to pick her up before she landed hard. "Thank you brother!" Her brother shushed her, however, and motioned forward. "Hurry up. The faster we leave the better."
Moments later...
"Mmmm! Chocolate! This ice cream is so good! Thanks big brother." Himawari said, lapping the soft-serve cone. Boruto just sighed, glad that the two of them got into the city unnoticed by anyone who may have known that he was not allowed to leave his home. He was especially glad the Dessert Guy didn't know, or else that would've been the most embarrassing way to have been caught. "Alright, we're approaching home now sis. Walk quietly from here on out." "Got it!"
"Our house is too tall. I can't climb it." Himawari whispered, staring up at to their entrance back. The two were in a bush, forming a plan to get back in. Boruto thought for a moment, before having the perfect idea. "Alright Himawari. I've got it: 'I' will lift you up their, simple enough." Himawari was unsure of the plan, seeming to be hesitant on the idea. "Trust me sis, I know what I'm doing."
Boruto and his sister dashed to the side of the house, seeing their parent's room up ahead. Reaching the side of the house, Boruto quickly placed the girl upon his shoulder, and lifted her as high as he could. "Fuck!" Boruto says, causing Himawari to look down. From the distance, one of their father's guards struck Boruto with anesthetic, and he became wobbly. "No! Boruto!" Himawari felt herself being tossed, and panic grabbed the ledge of the window, crawling up it. Boruto smiled, falling onto the floor, seemingly out cold. Two masked men descended from the treetops, and stared at the delinquent. "Huh, surprised we didn't catch him leaving." One of them said, looking at the boy on the floor. "Well, hopefully he wasn't up to anything, or we're so fired." As the other began to walk over to Boruto to pick him up and bring him inside, a puff of smoke appeared where Boruto once was. "Wh-what?!" The two say, seeing the boy vanish. Suddenly, the two felt their heads being stomped on, causing them to fall over. "You guys are idiots!" Boruto says, leaping off them and into the window. As the two men got back up, they looked upwards to see their target back inside, sticking his tongue at them with his fingers in peace signs. "Heh, you're clever, kid." One says, before they head back into the foliage. "No shit, I'm Boruto!" Shutting the window, Boruto pulls the drapes to cover the window.
Himawari was no longer in the bedroom, having probably went into her room to play with her toys. Turning on the lights, Boruto went to relax on his parent's bed. Mom and pa's bed is so comfy. This is great. Boruto stretched himself over the mattress, enjoying how comfortable he felt. "Mmmmm, no wonder I fell asleep so soundly." Taking a deep breath, he took a moment to just relax. The day wasn't close to over, and he already felt ready to nap here. Taking the silky blanket, he wrapped himself in it like a cocoon. "Mmmmm, this smells so much like mom. What an amazing thing." Boruto said nonchalantly, before realizing what he just said. With a jolt, he sprang his upper body off the bed, and got himself creeped by what he just said. Did I just... say that... outloud? Boruto shook himself out of relaxation mode, and felt uncomfortable on such a comfortable bed. "Huh?" Boruto felt the blanket was partially damp on one side. Unrolling himself, he noticed the slightly wet side was also sort of sticky. Thinking for a moment, his eyes widened immensely. Oh... My... Fuck...
Quick Boruto, think! The boy said to himself. Looking around the room, boruto noticed there was a rack of blankets on mom's side. Meticulously, Boruto lifted his pants to pull out his mother's soakened hand out and up. From the lamp's light he could see how clear his spunk was. using one hand, he held the arm above the bed, making sure it didn't get the actual cushioning wet. Standing on the bed now, Boruto stepped over his mother to reach the rack, making sure to make as little disturbance as possible. Pulling out a random blanket, Boruto brought it back with him. Seeing his mom's wrist and fingers were about to drip some goo on the bed, he wrapped her hand in the blanket, and began to clean her up with it. Geez is this disgusting. Boruto thought, wiping off as much of him off of her. Hinata continued to be well resting, thanks in part to how careful Boruto was in his operation to fix his mess. Seeing her hand was in most part wiped, Boruto used the dampened blanket to cover his dampened pajama pants, and attempted to fall asleep. Hopefully, this blows over as just nothing.
Boruto was motionless on the bed, remembering what had occurred in the night. He remembered in amazing detail how heavenly it felt having his mother's fingers sliding upon his rod, stroking him in a place that he always had to keep in check. He remembered how amazing his mother felt wrapped in his touch, and her sexual moans and coos. The thoughts of his mother caused his member to slowly rise, excited at the events being replayed within his mind.
"Boruto! Himawari! Mommy's home." Boruto heard from the hallway. "Momma!" Himawari's footsteps were incredibly audible as she stormed out from her bedroom. "Oh my baby I missed you! Where's your brother, sweetie?" Boruto gasped, noticing his mother was looking for him. He looked down to see he had grown from thinking of her and her sweet fingers and lovely tits. "He's in you and daddy's room, mom." Damn it! Oh fuck! Boruto was sweating, trying to calm his erection as soon as possible. "Thank you Himawari. Boruto, I'm coming over, don't move." Shit!
"Boruto, there you are. I was going to talk to you about-oh." Boruto was upright on the bed, holding the blanket over his little fella. He was sweating bullets, and his heart was racing. "I see you found what I was referring to." Oh no, mom knows! I'm so dead! Hinata walked over to her son, and sat besides him on the edge of the bed. "I know what happened last night. You and your messy 'incident'. Boruto you are dead! Boruto thought, sweating more. "Uh, listen mom! It wasn't what it looked like!" Hinata placed her hand infront of Boruto, pausing him. "Listen, don't worry. I'm not mad or anything." Boruto was stunned, his mouth open and yet with no words coming out. "Y-y-y-you aren't?" He finally was able to mutter. "Of course not! It's normal for this to happen to boys, sweetie." Well, I suppose she has a point. Wouldn't imagine anyone being able to withstand your smooth hand mom. I can see why dad loves you. "I mean, some kids during their teens years have the issue with having wet dreams." "Yeah, mom I loved how y-wait what?" Hinata smiled, looking at her son. "I woke up seeing you were covering something... down there as I want to call it. So, I pulled away your cover and saw you sort of... messed your pants up. Was I disgusted? Definitely, especially since you did it on my favorite blanket and on your parents' bed no less. But, I got to getting it cleared up and trying to wash the blanket as much as I could before making breakfast. I also changed your boxers and pants, as I hope you were able to notice." Boruto looked down, and noticed he was in his workout pants. Oh yeah, I didn't even change today. Huh. "I guess the worst thing about it was while I changed your soiled clothing, I got some on my hands, because my hands were all sticky and... yuck!" "Hehe... sorry about that..." "Like I said, don't worry about it. To be real, that was a sign you're turning into a man, Boruto. Just, please don't show you're turning into a man on your father and I's bed, alright?" His mother said, giggling. Boruto could feel the giggle vibrate throughout his ears, causing his erection to stir. No! Bad Boruto, not now! "Well, I'm off to make dinner, love you hun." Hinata kissed her boy on his forehead, leaving a tiny smudge of lipstick where it landed and his dick to shutter ever more. As she left, Boruto followed the way her hips swayed to and fro. Her figure looked just as good from the back as in the front. Hinata's gorgeous ass was actually as busty as her chests, which was something to be fond of.
Oh, why does my mom have to torment me so...