I'd been putting this off far too long. The idea had occurred to me literately half a decade ago, but Hinata was just so damn insistent that she could take care of all the kids herself. She barely let me get a word in when I brought up the idea of hiring someone. Honestly, I think the thought of another woman in the house doting on them was just frightening to her.

This would work though. This was more like adopting a family grandma than hiring an employee. Whatever the reason, Hinata had agreed with the case I made, and agreed to let me go and extend the offer.

So it was I knocked firmly on the door of the old Uchiha manner the following morning. It was quiet, eery even. I wasn't a particularly superstitious person, but if anyplace could be haunted it was here. Something about huge, old buildings empty of people just carried a sense of wrongness.

I felt like a piece of shit for not coming here sooner.

Still, I replied with a bright smile when the door finally opened.

"Naruto!" Mikito called lovingly, immediately coming in for a hug, which I enthusiastically returned. Mikito was probably the closest thing I had to a mother. She was the only one who encouraged my friendship with Sasuke so long ago, who treated us both like normal kids. Always so warm and kind and nurturing.

Even after Itachi's bloody coup.

I don't know exactly what became of her relationship with her sons after that, but I know Sasuke still saw her on holidays, and I know she still lived in that bigass manor she once shared with her husband. That big, empty manor. It felt even more wrong when I followed her inside. Something about the lack of light, the parlor she led me to was normal, but the darkness of the unlit hallways leading off of it just gave a dreary feeling.

It was a trial to show none of these feelings on my face.

"So how have you been?"

"Oh, alright," she offered, in a tone that didn't even try to hide the struggle there. Her eyes fell on the tea saucer she'd laid for herself next to mine. "It's hard having an empty nest, but it'll get a lot better once the grandkids start," she continued when I replied with a look of concern.

"You get lonely here, all by yourself?" I asked, taking a glance around the grandiose room of this grandiose ass house.

"Sometimes," she acknowledged with a look that put a pit in my stomach. Then she shifted right back to that warm, wonderful, 'everything-is-just-fine' smile. "But you don't need to worry about me,"

"Well, that's kind of why I came over, actually wait, let me start with the exciting news. You know Hinata's pregnancy? We just found out it was triplets!"

That put a real smile on her face. She looked like she could jump up and down with excitement but satisfied herself with a breathless gasp. God that smile just filled my soul.

"Naruto that's wonderful!"

"Yeah, but you know it's a bit of a madhouse over there with all the kids," I began.

"I'll bet,"

"And Hinata is just so opposed to the idea of hiring any help but, I really think she could use the help you know?"

"Yeah?" she asked uncertainly.

"So I proposed to her, what if we hired you? I mean we have empty bedrooms you could stay at our house a few nights a week, or however many you wanted, and you'd still have here if you needed someplace quiet to rest and we'd pay you if you wanted but all in all we'd just really love to have you and well, I worry about you all alone here so-"

I was babbling because she was sniffling. On the verge of tears based on the way her breathing changed. I was terrified I'd said something wrong, that I'd made some horrible error in judgment. That Mikito would be upset or even offended by the offer.

Then she pulled me into a tight hug and began sobbing into my shoulder.

Instinctively, I hugged her back.

"Oh Naruto you-" she choked. "You don't want me there I'll just be one more hassle in the house," she protested. The way it was worded, and how utterly miserable she sounded only reminded me how much of a piece of shit I was for waiting this long.

"Why on earth would you say that?" I asked, hugging her tighter. "If you even half pretended to play the nanny role you'd make our lives so much easier; and even if you didn't my kids don't even have one grandma, most kids get two!" I rebutted, trying to be just a bit more casual and cheerful, trying to pull her back a bit. When she continued her sobbings and struggled to form an answer, I abandoned that idea. "I worry about you here by yourself Mikito. I love you, I don't want you… stewing in bad memories here all day,"

"See you d-" a sob cut her off. "You don't want me there your just trying to be a good person, you don't have to worry about me that's not your job. I'm not your mother," she barely managed those last four words.

I made a mental note to kick Sasuke's ass.

Then we separated. She didn't fight me on it, but she did make me grab her face to get her to look up.

"Mikito I love you. You know that don't you?"

"Y-yes of course but-"

"-It upsets me, to think your unhappy. It worries me, whenever I think about you here by yourself. I want you to come stay with my family. Do you think I'm lying to you?" I did everything I could, with everything I could think of, to tell her I meant it. My tone, my eyes, I was all but begging like a spoiled child.

She wiped her eyes.

"You're a very sweet man, Naruto," she told me, continuing to straighten out her face. Her tone was one of reluctance, of defeat. I smiled so wide. "Okay, I'd love to be your houses nanny,"

She was the picture of grace when she said those magic words, but she squealed like a child when I pulled her into a tight hug. It was just such a weight off my shoulders, such a goddamn relief. She came to rest with her head on my shoulder, leaning against me on the couch as I released her.

We looked into each other's eyes. That sweet, angelic smile so close, right there. I looked a little too hard. When her fingers came up to delicately graze my cheek I pressed forward. She hummed in surprise as our lips met, tensing up as I moved her delicately to have her back against the couch.

Immediately, her arms slipped around my neck, going limp there as we kissed. They started fairly chaste, long lingering pecks. Then Mikito turned her cheek, looked away long enough to suck in a breath and say something.

"Oh my goodness Naruto are you- are you sure you want to do this?" she asked breathlessly, clearly dazed.

I kissed her once on the neck before answering.

"Oh, I'm sure. I've always thought you were absolutely beautiful Mikito," another kiss. "Are you sure?"

"You won't tell anyone?"

"Wasn't planning on it,"

She pulled my mouth back to hers, kissed me ravenously as my hand came up to grip her thigh. The light sundress she wore covered the wonderfully soft skin, but it was still fun to give her a squeeze and listen to her squeal. Part of me couldn't believe this was happening, it all seemed to be just flowing together so smoothly, so naturally.

Besides I could ration it all away. Mikito deserved to be happy, she'd been so good to me, if she wanted this how could I refuse her? Why shouldn't she be shown just how much I loved her? On a more sinister note. My closest, oldest friend's absolute supermodel of a mother? That was a hell of a prize to tempt any man.

It's the latter thought that drove me to start peeling off her clothing. She squeaked like a kitten, even pulled her arms in as I tugged the simple steel-colored cloth down her body. It made my cock throb. I pushed her back to the couch once again, devoured her mouth again, this time while her body was firmly pinned under mine.

Only a small bra separated her bare chest from mine.

She had such wonderful round breasts, even sagging lightly as they were. I had to break the kiss to get a taste of them. The bra was tugged free easily enough with force, and I earned another squeak as my mouth clamped down on her nipple.

Her hums were so content, almost like she was getting a massage, which I suppose in a sense she was. My hands were certainly trying their damned hardest to bring her pleasure as they gently stroked and squeezed the magnificent chest I suckled on.

"Oh! Oh my goodness Naruto i-is that…. uh…. Is that,"

I couldn't help but squeeze a bit harder, feeling a deep, primal sense of pride at what I'd done to her. That voice, that astonished voice she had just from a little grinding downstairs, just from feeling my erect cock press against her through two layers of clothing?

It made my masculine pride soar.

I pulled up to my knees and began working on my pants. A startled gasp was the only noise as my cock finally escaped out of the simple walking shorts I'd worn. While she stared my smile turned triumphant. I relished in the way her face went red when I flew back down on top of her, putting my face just a few inches from hers.

"Oh my goodness," she echoed, not quite looking at me, but still holding me firmly with both arms.

"I'm sorry Mikito," I muttered in her ear, earning a curious whine. "I know I should take the time to eat you out, to slowly peel every inch of cloth off this body and appreciate it in all its splendor-" she quivered under me. "-but I'm just so excited. Sooo eager to love you, to be inside you," my hand hooked under her panties, buried under the crumpled fabric of the dress I was too eager to remove.

When my bare cock landed on the exposed pussy she laughed again.

That wonderful, breathless laugh.

"I love you," I told her, and I slid it in, even as she cried and clenched and even protested lightly.

"N-Naruto, be gentle now, it's been a while," she mumbled as I fully sheathed myself inside of her.

"What a crime against nature that is," I muttered, almost angrily as I slowly slid back out. "You know how many men would cut off their left hand for an evening with you? How can you just sit here and waste this gorgeous body?" I asked, boring my eyes into hers and kissing her hard in punctuation.

It's just as well, I think the soft squeal against my lips was the only answer I was going to get.

Despite her age, she had such a sensitive, responsive snatch. We were still barely moving and she looked practically insane with the look in those wide, black eyes. With that in mind, I continued moving slowly, delicately, trying my best to be gentle with the angelic woman I owed so much. Not as if I wasn't sensitive at the moment too, with one of my oldest, most pervy fantasies coming true.

We both came quickly. Her nails dug into my back as her mouth pulled away to cry out. Even that cry was beautiful and graceful, it sounded more like she'd stubbed her toe and was calling out in serious if not severe pain. So quiet, so serene.

I only groaned in euphoria as I came, resting peacefully on top of her until she purred out those soft, magic words.

"Thank you Naruto, that was wonderful I… oh I've never felt so good in my life,"

"God you poor thing," I muttered, picking up the paces on my kisses, and dipping my fingers down below.

She just hummed happily.

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