Day 3

"Alright son, I'm taking Himawari with me to work today. She wanted to tag along for my last day doing this." Boruto was sitting on a sofa reclining, looking over his shoulder to see his mother and sister at the door, ready to head out. "Are you sure you're alright with being home alone?" Boruto looked away from them, nodding as he stayed relaxed on the cushioning. "Oh, mommy! Mommy! I'm so excited." Himawari shouted, hopping about, holding her mother's hand tightly. Hinata giggled, seeing how naive her daughter was of the monotony of Naruto's occupation. "Don't be so excited sweetie, it's not all that fun. Although I think the Hokage complex may have some nice people that will buy you candy." Himawari smiled, and tugged on Hinata's arm. "Let's go mommy!" Hinata laughed, being dragged by her little girl. "Bye, sweetheart! Don't get into any trouble!" With that said, the two headed on out, and door shut with a clicking sound as they left. Boruto sighed, trying to relax. He reclined upon the soft sofa, hoping to feel relaxed. However, he just... couldn't. God, mom wouldn't have to be working so hard if dad was around. Boruto closed his eyes, really attempting to remain calm. Dad is such a jerk. Being Hokage is one thing. It's another when you have a family to take care of. Boruto thought, causing him to wince from anger. It seems like everyone loves you, when all you do is not show love back. How does mom even put up with you? Why did she dream about you? Dream of pleasing your stupid body. Why couldn't it have been... me... Boruto shot up, and shook his head violently. "Wh...what the hell dude..." Boruto hit himself on his forehead with his palm repeatedly, to clear that idea from his mind. "Damn it Boruto, that isn't right!" Boruto, a tad dizzy from pummeling his head, fell upon the sofa. "This is all dad's fault. If he was around more I wouldn't have to be the man of the house and take care of things. I wouldn't feel responsible for mom and sis." Turning to his side, Boruto sighed a long sigh. There has to be something I can do to vent this damn anger.

"Hey dad! Fuck you!" Boruto held a framed photo of his father in his left hand, sticking a middle finger with his right. Boruto was now in his parent's room, finding anything that reminded of his father to cuss out. The boy shook the photo, aggressively shaking his insult at the picture. "I wouldn't have to do this to you if you were a better dad!" Angry, he tossed the photo onto the bed, causing it to bounce twice before falling portrait-side down. "Alright, what's next." Boruto looked around the room, Boruto checked the cabinets around the bed. "Ah, perfect." In the drawer of the cabinet that the lamp was placed upon, Boruto found the perfect way to cuss his dad out: his old headband.

"Oh look at me I'm Naruto. Whooo I'm so cool with the Nine-tailed Fox and being the mighty Hokage! I'm such a good dad, never spending time with my kids or wife, and embarrassing my own son in his Exam by taking HIS headband away. Oh I'm such a good father!" Boruto was hopping around the room, wearing the Forehead Protector of his dad. "My rasengan is so big and strong! My son couldn't make one close to that size because he's a stupid kid. Well, I'll show you big, dad!" Untying the headband from his head, he slammed it down on the mattress and pulled down his pants and underwear. "This is what a REAL man looks like you old bastard! Bet you, old man, must feel quite ashamed huh?!" Boruto let free his cock, exposing it in the room. I'm so smart for shielding the drapes before doing this. Boruto swung his rod around, flashing off his reasonably large organ. Admittedly, it was close to Naruto, but still smaller. However, Boruto could have never known that, and also he wouldn't know that 'it' was still growing, with him being just a teen. "This is what the man of the house looks like! I'll take care of mom, just for you! Show her what a real man looks like because you wouldn't! You pri-!" Boruto paused his odd act of rage, when he heard back what he said from the echoes of the empty house. "Uhhhh..." Boruto slowly walked over to the headband and photo laid upon the bedspread. Picking them up, he placed the headband back into the drawer, shutting it once the protector was in nicely. He walked back over to the place he got the photo from. Placing it back down, Boruto noticed that adjacent to his father, was a photo of mom. Slowly, he reached out for the image, and grabbed it with his left hand.

"Wow, mom is... she's... wow!" Boruto examined the photo, and saw that it was of his mother from her marriage to Naruto.

Hinata was absolutely stunning in the bronze frame with floral patterns. Dressed in a white kimono along with her pale skin, she was like the most angelic ghost. Her colorless eyes were incredibly soothing, and her lips were colored in with the finest cherry-red lipstick and perked up into a lovely smile. Her hair was done perfectly, pluming out in the back into a blooming mass, plus a giant yellow and white corsage being propped upon the bloom. "Oh gosh... mom looked amazing... and still does..." Boruto winced, when he felt himself getting stiff. "Oh shit, this is embarrassing!" He was about to place the photo down to pull up his clothes, when he scented a fragrance. He took a light sniff, and felt the hair on his neck tingle. Looking around, he found the closet that contained the sweet aroma. Opening it, Boruto gasped when he found it came from where Hinata placed all her dress-wear. "Uhhh..." He took another scent, and felt intoxicated by how beautiful the aroma was. "Boruto... don't do what I think you're going to do..." He said, before taking another whiff of his mother's bouquet.

Moments later...

Boruto laid upon his parent's bed, holding his mother's portrait with his left hand, and a pair of rosy underwear of his mother in the right. He picked the one that he found to be the most satisfyingly aromatic. "I... I can't believe I'm doing this..." He said, feeling horrible that he wants this so badly. He descended his right hand to his exposed, erect pole, and gripped it with the underwear between his hand and shaft. The feel of the fabric caused Boruto to moan. Lifting the portrait to face level, he began to rub himself as he stared at the framed image of his luscious mom. "M-m-m-mom..." He stared into her piercing gaze, which was still strong from just a tiny snap of her. His mind transported to another place now, away from the dirty act he was doing for pleasure. He was now within his mind, allowing his lust and instinct to control him. "Oh, Boruto... Yes..." Boruto saw atop of him his beautiful mother, wearing her wedding kimono, gripping onto both his hands in a tight clutch. He saw her sliding up and down on what had to be his cock, her face flushed red. "Boruto, my son. Give it to your mommy... Show how much more you care about me than your loser father, sweetheart..." "Oh mom, I will... Ohhhhh..." Boruto gasped, feeling his mother wrapped around him. She laughed slightly, causing her to tilt her head and blush more. "Oh my darling, you're so big! Mommy likes it baby!" With that said, his mother began to speed up the pace she slid up and down. Hinata began to moan wildly, causing the grip of the two to be tighter. "Hold onto me baby, let me milk that big dick of your's dry." Boruto nodded, watching his young mother moaning in her soft, sexual voice from when she dreamt of her husband. "Mother, do you still love dad?" Boruto asked his mother, as she bounced on him. Her head tilted back, and she jutted out her chest to remain on her son's cock. "Of course not Boruto. You're the only man I need in my life. The man of the house, forever." Boruto was trying hard to hold it in, wanting to make this moment last. "F-f-forever?" Hinata drew her head back ahead, to lock eyes with her son. Boruto stared lovingly into his mother's reflective eyes, seeing deep into him as she sat deep around him. "Forever."

"Fuuuuuuck!" Boruto shouts, erupting into his mom. He splashed heaps of his baby batter inside the woman, and didn't know how to stop. "Oh mom! Fuck yes mom! Fuck you dad! I'm the man of the house, forever!" After a while, Boruto finally ceased his explosion. He placed the photo of Hinata down on the bed, as well as the now completely drenched underwear. He panted heavily and stopped.

Hours later...

The boy awoke to the sound of heavy shuffling outside the room. "Boruto! We're home!" Hearing the sound of his mother, he jolted up from the bed. "Oh shit!" He whispered, pulling his pants and boxers up. Boruto quickly grabbing the portrait off the bed and placed it back where it belonged. "Boruto! Where are you?" "Shiiiit!" Boruto looked around to where to hide. "Come on... think Boruto! Think!"

"Boruto, are you in here?" Hinata said, sliding open the door to her room. "Mama, can I go eat the ice cream you bought right now?" Himawari shouted from the dining table "After dinner, sweetie. Not right now!." Hinata sounded drained and annoyed. Perusing the room, Hinata sighed a sigh of exhaustion. "Geez, where's Boruto...Oh my god!" Hinata placed a hand over her mouth, after looking at the bed. "Wh...wh... Boruto! Come over here this instant!" Her son, panicking under the bed, realized what she saw. Crap! I forgot to take the panties with me! "Boruto! Come over here and explain yourself, now!" Hinata's voice was incredibly strict and angry. "Ugh, I would use my Byakugan... but I'm so tired." She stormed out of the room, searching for her son. Getting out from under the bed, Boruto could hear his mother walking about the house, shouting his name angrily. "Play it cool, Boruto. Play it cool."

"What's the matter, mom?" Hinata turned around to see her son there, and jumped from fright. "Damn it! Don't sneak up on me like that! And, where were you...actually no! That doesn't matter, come with me young man!" The mom said, grabbing Boruto's right wrist and tugging him towards her and her husband's room. Hinata pushed him into the room, and slid the door behind her so Himawari wouldn't hear this conversation. Boruto was shoved to be standing beside the bed, next to tainted underwear of his mother. "What's the meaning of that, young man?" She said, pointing to the underwear aggressively. Boruto remained silent, getting Hinata more angry. "Moooom, when will dinner be readyyyyy?" Himawari whined, her voice going through the door. "IN A MINUTE! OKAY DARLING?!" Boruto saw his mother's eyes flare up, scaring him. Clearing her throat, Hinata continued berating her son. "What in your mind thought it would be a good idea? Sneaking into your dad and I's room, snooping around and managing to find that. And that one of all the ones... I'm not going to explain why it makes what you did worse, but still!"

Must be the one you use for what I did I presume.

"I'm doing my best to make up for dad not being around in this home, while still having to do my service as a working person in this village. I don't have the energy to be coming home to cook dinner, and finding what disgusting stuff you were doing while I'm gone. Especially when it's on my bed!"

Boruto was sweating. And, it was surprisingly was not from the ranting. While he never had he seen his mother so angry, so had he never seen his mother, at the same time, so hot. He didn't know what changed in him, but her tone was so sexy to him, the way she was yelling at him. It could have been from seeing how gorgeous his mother is when she's not being a working mom, or that he just jacked off to her lusty charm, but his general view changed of her. She wasn't just a loving mother anymore to him, she was his mother, that he wants to love like his father does and then some.

"Are you even listening to me son?!" Hinata snapped her fingers loudly, sticking herself outwards. This snapped Boruto out of his inner thoughts, and made him look at his raging mother standing inches from him, in her typical outfit of a light-purple jacket, a white shirt underneath, and maroon shorts. Her chest jutted out even through the thick double layer, and her breast looked awfully fuckable this close. "Uh... I'm sorry mom... Guess I got carried away."

"I'm telling your father about this when he gets back. You have no shame wanking in your own parent's room. To make it worse, using your own mother's clothing..." Hinata paused, taking a breath, and shook her head over and over slowly. "You're not eating dinner until you sort this mess. Clean up my panties and any mess that you may have left on the bed. Don't you think about food until you are thoroughly sure you washed it up!" With a huff, Hinata crossed her arms around her chest before leaving. As she headed out, Boruto gazed at his mother's legs, seeing how great they looked. Her ass was as thick and gorgeous as ever, except now he felt even more drawn to it.

He felt he needed to be closer to his mother, it was required.

Boruto walked over to the bed and picked up the drenched fabric. Moving it close to his face, he could smell the aroma. Except, now it wasn't just the overpowering smell of his mother's exotic sex. Her aroma was not the only thing that plastered the rosy underwear he found in the closet along with his mother's scent. The fabric now included his smell, mixed along with his mother's powerful odor.

I will show you how big I've become mom. I'm not satisfied with simply wanking on your bed. That's not enough anymore...