The next morning...
"Good morning mom!" Trunks said, running to his mother who was in the kitchen as she was prepping the Briefs family breakfast. The woman was dressed in a cyan-blue tee, along with a rose petal skirt. As Bulma turned to see Trunks, she was approached by arms wrapping around her waist, and her son very violently humping her between her bare legs. "L-let go of me Trunks! Stop!" Bulma said furiously, placing down the frying pan she was holding. "Trunks stop!" Her boy ignored her cries, as he continued to rub his cock on his mother's smooth thigh. He was getting utterly excited, slowly pitching his morning wood. "How did you enjoy sleeping on the couch last night mommy heh heh." Trunks said, before placing his face between his mother's jugs. "St-stop! Seriously this is disgusting son!" Bulma could feel her face turning bright red, and her son's cock through his boxers growing in her thigh gap. Faint noises could be heard, which were from Vegeta getting out of his room. Getting his face out from his mother's chest, Trunks released his mother, and ran over to the dining table, which resides in view of the kitchen itself. As he sat himself down, Trunks could hear his father's thuds as he trudged his way down the hall to the table. "Hey honey..." Bulma said, still in utter embarrassment from her son's advances earlier. Giving only a loud 'huff' sound as a reply, Vegeta sat down on his seat, across from Trunks. Pulling out his tablet, the dad opened up the latest news article and began to read. "Remember Trunks, you're still not done finishing your training. You've got that?" Vegeta told Trunks, not looking up from the virtual screen. "Yeah, yeah, yeah dad. That's later..." Trunks replied, not even looking at his father. For Trunks was watching his mother in the kitchen, located only a couple feet away from the dining room. A rectangular space is open for Trunks to gaze at his mother, working on making what appeared to be scrambled eggs. He eyed down his mother's physique, ever more beautiful each time he looks at her since the time in the park. "I'm going to check up on mom." Trunks said, getting out of his seat. His father just nodded, as he read on the recent studies published on intimate family relations.
The kitchen
Where did I go wrong with my baby. Bulma thought to herself. Moving the spatula around on the pan to cook evenly, she continued her inner thinking. What did I do to make him so... demanding... Bulma turned off the heat on the stove, having cooked the eggs finely. She sprinkled a pinch of salt and pepper atop the dish. When opening up a drawer to pull out plates to bring to the table, Bulma had felt hands around her waist. Bulma sighed, and just said quietly, "Vegeta, I'm almost done. Just let me make the coffee and you can eat, alright?" Feeling the hands(which were rather small) sliding up and down her sides, Bulma was getting confused. "Vegeta?" She said, turning her body sideways, and seeing her son standing there, arms outwards and his hands feeling her body. "Trunks... what are you doing here..." Bulma brought her arms down to try and push her son's hands off, but his grip was firm. "I'm here for you, mom." Hearing that, Bulma quickly looked over to her husband, and was in a panic. "No no no no no Trunks! Whatever you're planning stop it right no-eek!" Bulma squeaked as she felt her son push her close to him, and placed his hands on her shoulders. "Good morning." Trunks said as he implanted his lips on his mother's, causing her eyes to widen and her body to go into a momentary shock. Out of the paralysis, Bulma frantically drew her arms out to tug Trunks away, as Trunks deeply smothered her mouth. Successful in tugging him off, she looked to her husband, and took a breath. "VEGE-!" Trunks pulled her back in, and replanted his mouth on her's. Bulma winced at the energy he was exerting on her, feeling her being utterly dominated by his power. Bulma shuddered and gasped when she felt a hand go up down her skirt, feeling her inner fabric. Her legs shook at the feeling caused by her son's fingers, and her quivering broke her stance. Slowly, Trunks brought him and his mother down, pulling them lower from the view of the dining table. "MMmmm! Mmmmph!" Bulma's muffled screams of protest were barely audible, with her unable to get the help of her husband to stop her child.
Now away from the view of his father, Trunks began to conduct his plan. The boy slammed his delicate mother's frame upon the counter, causing a thud as her back hit the drawers. The force surprised Bulma, causing her to wince from the sudden blow to her back. Keeping one hand on his sexy mom's bottom as to immobilize her, Trunks worked on pulling down his briefs. Once freed from it's confines, his erect member sprung out from the stimuli he was faced with. Done taking his pants off, Trunks placed his freed hand upon his mother's left breast, snuggling it within his palm. The sensation of her pussy and breast being played with was weakening her resistance, causing her to moan around her son's mouth. Though hungry for the mouth of his father's lover, he broke the smothering kiss with a pop, saliva trailing off his lower lip. His mother's face was red, and her facial expression meek with eyes shut. "S-s-son... I need to take a breath..." Bulma was panting, exhausted from her son forcing himself upon her. Bulma tilted her head to the side, and drooped her arms to the floor. Her chest puffed up and down, her lower body now partially wet and her morale crushed. "Y-you got what you wanted... Trunks... Now go...*huff huff*" As she went to catch her breath, Trunks got up, and prepared to defile her soul. While Bulma was regaining her senses, she had felt her head being moved by two strong hands, shifted back straight ahead, before a quick object entered her open jaws. "MMMMPH!?" Bulma's eyes shut open, and infront of her was her son's waist, and she gazed up to see her boy with a large grin on his face, a grin far too big.
Bulma felt her son's throbbing cock reach the back of her throat, engulfing her entire mouth. Trunks had gained immense energy through her 'help', and was ready to get that amazing zenkai boost once more. As Trunks bucked his hips in and out of the warm chasm, Bulma's head continually banged on the wooden drawer he had laid her down on, making loud thuds with each slam. "What's all the ruckus about, woman?" Vegeta looked over to the kitchen, and only saw Trunks, looking down as more thuds were being made. "Oh, hey dad. Mom... is fixing a problem with the cabinets. The wood needed some work to be done on it, so mom is getting it done. She's pretty good with wood, dad." Trunks placed his arms on the countertop, faking a nervous laugh. Vegeta just stared at his son, who had the goofiest smile on his face. "Alright Trunks. Just tell your mother down there that she has mouths to feed. Starving over here." Vegeta grumbled, and went back to reading. He was halfway through the article, intrigued by what makes a healthy family life. "I don't know, dad. This is a pretty lengthy problem she will have to deal with. Might take a couple minutes depending on how things go. Mom's got this though, so don't worry... heh heh..."
"Yeah, she is quite the mouthful."
Yeah, she is quite good at taking a mouthful, thanks for noticing dad.
"Trunks, I don't think you take training serious enough." Vegeta said, tapping the table impatiently. Trunks was huffing, beginning to feel himself giving in to the amazingness of his mother's throat. "Wh-what do you mean... dad..." Trunks said, taking a couple breaths. Trunks looked down below to his mother's anguished face, her hair ruffled and her eyes pleading for him to stop. In response to her calls to be spared, Trunks knocked her back into counter, causing plates inside to rattle. "You don't ever stay the whole course, always running back home like a weakling to your mother after a couple hours of manly workouts." Trunks bit his lower lip, holding in a moan as his insides were flaring up. "What can I say... Dad. Mom is just so much more fun than you. I get bored with you after a while, whereas with mommy-" Trunks put down one arm off the counter to rub his mother's smooth, cyan hair. "Is just way more enjoyable to play with." "Play with? Trunks, this is serious! You have to beat Kakarot's boy. Losing is not an option here." Vegeta said, placing the tablet down. "And, why is that... D-d-d-daddd..." Trunks was sweating heavily, trying so hard to hold it for just a little longer. His mother was gagging on him, her muffled attempts at resistance were sending intense pleasure coursing through him. "Simple. If you win, I will buy you any toy or give you any silly nonsense you'd like for a month. Just for taking down the kid." Trunks looked back to his father, having been distracted at his mother's beautiful face pleading for him to not cum in her mouth. "R-really dad? Anything? Does... does that include m...m...mommy?!" Vegeta just sighed. "Sure Trunks, including your mother. You seem to prefer her anyhows. Speaking of that woman, what's taking her so long? I'm starving here Bulma!"
"Don't worry dad, mom... just... FINISHED!" Trunks began to flair up, sending aura around him. Vegeta placed his hands on the table, confused as to what was going on. Bulma panicked, knowing what was to cum soon. Placing both his hands upon his mother's skull, Trunks shoved her head directly upon his crotch, slapping her chin with his testicles. Wind blew around Trunks, as he prepared to release his constrained energy. "MOM!" Trunks roared, gripping her hair tightly as he blew his load down her worn out throat. Bulma pummeled her son's thigh, begging for him to let go of her as he expelled his juices into her mouth. She swallowed for dear life, gulping the boy's load as to not choke. Oh geez it's so salty, and so much! Bulma thought to herself, barraging her son to free her.
After an entire 15 seconds of energy flowing through the Brief household, Trunks finished his big bang attack upon his beautiful mother. Vegeta just stared at his son in amazement and bewilderment. "Son... When did you... How did you... Get that much power?!" Powering down and exhausted, Trunks released his grip on his mother, causing her to drop limp on the floor, his legs wobbly and her mouth incredibly sore. "Well dad, what can I say. Mom is, well, quite a good person to train with..." Trunks could feel the surge of new power from pushing his body to it's brink there, all thanks to the durability and lust for his MILF. "Hmmm, I guess those hours spent away from me were not put in vain then. Alright Trunks, come back to the table. Your mother there has to now come and fill us up. Looking under, Trunks saw his mother on the floor completely drained, despite having just been filled up earlier. Squatting down, Trunks hovered over his mother's ear, as to whisper to her. "Hope you enjoyed your breakfast, mommy. I'm going to let you know right here, that we aren't finished today." Trunks kissed his mother's cheek, and got back up, pulling his pants up while doing so.
Coughing and panting, Bulma laid on the floor for a moment longer. She knew she had to get up and feed her family. And, now she also knew her son was planning more of what just happened, and she couldn't tell if she was absolutely applaud because it was one of the sickest things he has ever done, or because she was getting horny at the idea.
