Trunks had brought his mother back into Capsule Corp. Evading everyone he saw, he made his way to the Brief's household. He placed his mother into her room with his dad, and tucked her in before hovering quietly to his room to sleep out the night.
"Mmmmm." Bulma said, rising from the bed. She yawned aloud, and looked around to see her husband had already took off. She looked over to the clock on the side of the mattress, and saw it read 10:30. "Geez, I guess I slept quite a lot huh." She yawned out whilst wiping her eyes. Slowly, she got off the bed, leaving her room to find the house was empty. "Guess those two headed off with each other." Bulma returned to her room, then headed towards the bathroom now carrying fresh clothes to ready herself for the day.
Bulma hummed as she brushed her teeth. Finding her lipstick, she smeared it around her lips, turning the natural pink into a vibrant red hue. She puckered them to seal the deal, and admired herself in the mirror. "Hmph, looking good girl." She said to herself, posing to see her luxurious reflection. Her gorgeous dress shimmered in the bathroom light. "Now, to change into something less ridiculous for work."
As Bulma took off her dress, she felt that she was awfully sticky, as the dress was damp. I don't recall sweating a ton in my sleep, but I guess it was kind of hot last night from what I remember. Unclasping her bra to change into a fresh one, she noticed in her reflection that her left breast was awfully swollen, having a large red circle around the teet. She looked at the mirror confusingly, and positioned her right hand over it to feel that her boob was rather warm and wet. "Huh, that's... odd..." She continued on putting her new bra on, and began to work on her lower half, when she noticed that her panties were stained. "What the?" She took them off to reveal her clit was awfully "messy" and was all kinds of gross. Oh gosh I have to wash up! She opened the bathroom door to view the living room clock, and sighed when she saw she had time to wash her body.
Taking off her underwear and bra, she tossed her old clothes that were covered in sweat and vaginal gunk into the clothes bin, and dove into the tub for a warm water bath. As she lathered soap on herself, she went into thinking of last night. Alright, so I know Vegeta and I did not have sex last night, with him knocking out as soon as he ate all the noodles. I also don't recall getting myself off... as last thing I did before sleeping was talking with Trunks. What did I talk about again? Bulma closed her eyes, and lowered herself down in the tub. Think...Think... Bulma began to recall some of last night, remembering her and Trunks walking over to the public park. She remembers her talking to him about his odd behaviors recently, and how they were going to go home and address them to his father. She remember then being picked up and flown off to some field of grass, with Trunks taking off her clothes, then getting on top of her... and...
"TRUUUUUUUNNNKKKKSSSSSS"
"Huh, what was that." Trunks looked around him as he heard a loud echo of his name. Trunks was holding a massive boulder, having been playing catch with his father in the backyard. "That's your crazy mother boy. Pass me the ball and go see what that woman is on about this time." Vegeta said with annoyance. Trunks tossed the insanely heavy object to his dad, who caught it with one hand and began using it as a workout ball. The boy went off to see what his mother was yelling for, running into the home. "Mom, I'm home. What is that you need me for?" As he began walking around the household, he heard a demonic roar from within the area. Trunks leaped back in horror from the noise, and out from the bathroom came his mother, burning red with anger in a makeshift bathrobe made from a towel and with her hair rolled up in one as well. Bulma was in the middle of the room, visibly ticked off. Smoke fumed from her nostrils, and Trunks was scared for his life. "Come over here sweetie!" Trunks made a quiet eek sound, swearing he heard his mother with two voices. Slowly walking towards her sweating profusely, he was afraid of what she was mad about.
"Hey baby," Bulma said with a faux cutey voice "What happened last night?" Trunks had a massive sweat drop fall on the left side of his face. "Eeeeehhhhh!" He wasn't sure of what to say. "Don't happen to remember, hmm? Do you remember something along the lines of going to the park with your mommy?" Trunks was bright red, nodding to his mom. "You don't happen to recall you doing any funny business with your mommy, do you?" Trunks gulped, not motioning his head to a yes or a no. "You're dead son!" Trunks freaked out, and ran around the room with his mother chasing him in utter rage. Trunks ran over to the lounge area and leaped onto the couch, backed up against the cushioning. "Come over here sweetie! Let mommy teach you a lesson on what happens to bad boys!" Trunks was now panicking, and not sure of what to do about this situation. "Come on, Trunks! Mother here has to punish you!"
Quick Trunks, think of something...anything!
"B-b-but, you liked it!" Trunks said in defense. His mother was furious. "What do you mean I 'liked it'!" His mother was mad. "Y-y-you did! You were saying my name the whole time I was on your boobies, and like I felt you kissing me back and-" "Wait we kissed as well?!" Trunks leaned back on the couch. "What else did you do to me?" "And... you were all over my wiener when I was in your private parts." "You...you fucked your own mother?!" His mother was outraged. Bulma thought that he just sucked on her titties,which was already bad enough, but he went so far as to screw her? Her child is no better than Gohan at this point. She was super angry now, and Trunks knew it. Trunks come on think of something. Bulma was now charging at the couch with her razor sharp nails out, ready to annihilate her boy.(Holding back a stutter) "And I have it all recorded!"
"Wait, what?" Bulma said, pausing just before giving Trunks the biggest ass whooping of his young life. "Yes! It's on this!" He pulled out his phone from his pocket, thrusting it infront of his mom. "I recorded you going all 'Oh Trunks, oh baby! Oh Trunks and stuff like that' while at the park." Bulma thought back, and he was right. She really was getting into it. Now remembering she had copulated with her child, she remembers loving it in a twisted way. She held back that knowledge however, trying to still show she was angry at him. "No such thing happened young man. Now hand that over right now or you're in big trouble!" She drew her right arm out to snatch it, but Trunks pulled it away in time. "Ya-huh that happened! And if you hit me mommy I'll...I'll...uh... send the video to dad!" Bulma drew back, mortified. Oh no, he's got me! Bulma's right eye twitched, realizing she was caught in a check. "You wouldn't dare, sweetie." "I sure would dare, mother!" Bulma's rage filled face was now covered in a show of fear. Trunks could see she let down her offense, and saw it was his turn. "Alright baby, I won't hit you. Just... don't send it okay?" Trunks smirked, lifting his phone up to his face, his finger on the bottom right of the screen. Bulma gasped. "I don't know mom, it'll take more than just an apology to get me to keep quiet." His mom sighed, incredibly bitter at her son. "Alright, what is it that you want."
Bulma slowly pulled down Trunks' briefs, exposing his erect penis. Bulma, now kneeling below her son, looked up at him in total disgust. Trunks just smiled, waving his finger over the screen. His mother looked back down, seeing the tip jutting at her. She could she it slowly getting larger, and she took a breath, before plunging down on her son's dick. The feeling of his mother's warm mouth around his shaft caused Trunks to moan, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through his body. Bulma placed her hands on her son's lap, giving her leverage as she bobbed on the member. She licked on the base of the young dick, feeling it's texture around her mouth. She breathed through her nose, humming as to not gag as it grew larger and larger. This is so demeaning. Bulma thought. She got her mouth off of her son's shaft, and took a breather, and swapping her head with her hand. Looking back up at him, she saw he was staring back down at her. "Son... is this really necessary? This is just wrong!" Bulma continued her handjob as she questioned with Trunks. Trunks smirked, waving his finger around his phone again. "It is if you don't want daddy to find out what happened last night mom." Bulma looked at the dick she was sucking, realizing the girth of it. Geez, it's almost as big as his father's. "This is so fucked up..." She felt it pulsing understanding that he was about to blow.
Trunks saw his mother was fixated on his rod, watching her move her arm up and down to rub it off. He wish he could see the parts not covered by the towels, but the small slit between her chest that was visible would have to do for now. Trunks began to groan, feeling himself ready to blast. "Alright Trunks, make sure tell me when you're about to cu-" Bulma immediately shut her mouth, as she got splattered on the face by glops of her son's semen. She continued to stroke it, feeling some drip down her hand and the rest smothering her beautiful face. She attempted to move back to not get shot, but Trunks grabbed behind her head as to prevent it. Bulma felt her face caked in dirty spunk, with some oozing down from her chest onto the towel. Feeling that her son had stopped blasting her hand and face, Bulma withdrew from Trunks' dick, and began to wipe her face. Why is Saiyan spunk so sticky... She could feel her hands getting slimy and covered with all kinds of gross texture. "I hope you're fucking happy Trunks, because this is the last time we're doing thi-"
Trunks picked up his mother from the floor, and instantly face planted her onto the couch. Bulma felt herself partially glued to the cushioning, making it difficult to get up. Her difficulty in getting up gave Trunks ample time to charge up for a round 2.
Pulling up his mother's 'robe', he revealed her smooth, round ass. Bulma attempted to swat him away, but the insanely sticky cum of her son kept her hands flat on the seat. Trunks reared himself into place, and began his onslaught. Bulma felt her son enter her pussy, with this time his dick even larger then when she was getting him off. She gasped at the sudden mass entering her, surrounding the inner walls of her sex. "Get off me Trunks!" Bulma attempted to say, but only could mutter as her mouth was flat down on the couch. Once fully inserted into his mother's snatch, Trunks began to grind within the heavenly gates. Trunks tilted his head back, allowing the sensations to flow throughout his body. He felt right at home inside mommy. Bulma winced constantly, feeling the large object ramming her over and over. Her son's invasion of her body was absolutely terrible, morally anyways. Bulma shut her eyes, trying to ignore what was going on.
Could this get any worse? Bulma thought.
The entrance to the room slid up. "Uh, hello?" Bulma's eyes shot open. Trunks looked over his shoulder to see a female Capsule Corp. Assistant entering the room. The woman looked towards the couch, and saw Trunks there staring back at her, smiling and waving with one hand. "Oh, hi Trunks. Do you know where your mommy is?" Trunks began to sweat. In part because he was in a serious mess, and second because he was about to make a serious mess inside his mommy.
"Errmmm rht here!"
Bulma shouted face-down on the cushioning. The assistant looked around, hearing the faint sound. Trunks was sweating a lot now. "What was that?" Seeing this as her chance to get out of this situation, Bulma used her arms to try and push herself off the couch. Trunks, noticing from the corner of his eye his procreator was going to expose him, looked down at his beautiful prize, before pushing her back down with both his hands. Bulma felt herself suddenly get slammed back down with great force, knocking wind out of her for a split second. Sighing a sigh of relief, Trunks looked back at the woman standing by the entrance, who was now up against the wall in shock. Trunks put one arm over his back, showing off a grin as he left one hand upon his mom in case she tried to get up again before continuing to plow her.
No matter how much she squirmed, Bulma could feel the mass smothering her deeply, filling her up like Vegeta never could. Her vision began to go blurry as she began to give in to the luscious feeling of such a 'large' man overpowering her. "My mom isn't here right now, sorry." Trunks said, his voice quivering a bit. He still kept his big smile, only this time he was drenched in his sweat. "All, all right... guess I'll get going then..." The assistant replied, with a hint of caution in her tone. Slowly, she backed away from the wall, and turned around to leave. "Okay, goodb- eeehhhh!" Turning back, the assistant noticed Trunks' body beginning to tense up. The half-breed was emanating heat, and turned the wave goodbye to a grip on the furniture for support. Bulma bit down on the sofa, trying to hold back the moans as her son began to speed up his pace and shove in deeper and deeper. She had just came on his dick... He had now reached his peak.
"Oh my god! Is something wrong Trunks?!" The woman began to run over to the boy who seemed to be in distress. Oh shit! Trunks quickly let go of the couch to extend his arm out, pausing her. "N-no... I'm f-f-fine!" The woman stepped back, seeing a hand blocking her way. "G-g-g-" Trunks was glowing. Bulma felt her son burning her motherly womb, causing her to flare up back. She choked back an immense moan, biting down hard on the fabric. She didn't want to get spotted anymore, she wanted release.
"G-g-g-" The woman began to walk back in fear, seeing the kid shining. "GOOOOOOO!" "Uh-uh okay yeah!" In a panic the woman stormed out of the Briefs complex, shutting the door behind her as she ran off scared. Trunks wrapped his mother's waist with his tight grip, and lifted her up. Locked together, Trunks began to fire off his shots of cum. Bulma was no longer flat down on the couch, and was being exploded upon from her lower depths. Placing both hands upon her mouth, she tried incredibly hard to stifle any peeps from herself.
"OH BABY FUCK MOMMY! YES! FILL HER WITH YOUR FUCKING CUM! JUST LIKE THAT SWEETHEART!" Bulma shouted, grabbing hold of her son's neck with her limbs. She felt him pumping round after round of thick baby fluid into her, flooding her with sperm after sperm. She grinded her hips upon the forbidden shaft, sliding down on it for maximum penetration. The poor mother, helplessly frail, whimpered as her child got her off over and over. She begged like a puppy for more of the nasty fluid to go inside, as she returned fire. Oh my god this is not right... Why am I enjoying this? "Oh mommy, mommy, mommy!" Trunks shuddered as he felt himself going off again, unable to prevent his second wave of cum with how tight his mother's walls clinges around him so. "Oh Trunks darling, that's it... Oh... You're really fucking mommy...Hard..."
Finished, Trunks released his hold upon his defeated mother, causing her to fall down onto the couch once more. Her pussy was absolutely drenched, smothered in a thick cream that got all over the cushions. "Why... Trunks... Why did you do that to mommy..." Now that all was done, Trunks depowered himself, and took a breather. His sweat evaporated around him, producing a coat of steam surrounding his body. Staring at Bulma, Trunks giggled, and laughed a little. "Oh mom, you know it's because I love you." Feeling up his playtoy of a mother, Trunks rubbed between Bulma's thick ass and thighs, causing her to quiver. "But... this isn't how you're supposed... to love... mommy... uhhh..."
"Can we do this again and again? This is way more fun than training with dad! Plus every time we play like this I feel so much stronger anyways." Bulma found it hard to reply, still stuck in the lull after cumming six times. "N...N...N-" "I'll take that as a yes. Thank you mommy." Trunks laughed, and pulled back down to robe to cover his mom's butt, before running to the bathroom to clean up. "Don't forget mother! I have it all recorded!"
"D...Damn it..."
1 hour later...
"Damn it woman! I come back home to find you like THIS?! Why are you half naked just lying on the sofa with a mere robe as your clothing? Imagine if you son walked in here on you like this! Also, what is that odd smell?" Vegeta said, looking at his wife face-down in the living room sofa whilst sniffing the area. Bulma just mumbled, unable to reply to her husband from how tired she was. "Where is that boy anyways, skipping training with his father when he wants to beat Kakarot's boy. Pitiful."
Little does Vegeta know, the zenkai boost Trunks got from 'training' hard with his mother today.
