It was in the early hours of the morning when ChiChi awoke, and something felt off. She felt an erection slightly rubbing against her ass and for an instant in the haze of sleep thought her Goku was behind her. But then when she looked back it was her son, Gohan.
She stared at his sleeping form for a moment, terrified that anything she did would wake him and they would have a very bad situation on their hands. At the same time she didn't want him to wake up for another reason. Perhaps it was because of the loss of her love, the lack of real attention the past several years, or just waking up in the right mood; She didn't want this feeling to end.
She barely moved her body, rubbing herself against him, it elicited an audible gasp from Gohan. She panicked but he was still asleep. 'What are you doing woman, he is your son and you're what, trying to get off on him?!' She felt him shuffle so she quickly went into the fetal position, pretending to be asleep.
Gohan yawned for a moment and opened his eyes. The sun wasn't up yet and, and,' AUGHHHHHH!' His mom was asleep beside him with his manhood sticking out through his shorts, any movement he made caused it to rub up on her. He tried to reposition himself in a way to hold her without touching her with it, he failed.
When he moved his dick slid right up against her ass, his tip barely grazed her asshole. 'That felt...good' At this point ChiChi couldn't think of what to do, so she braced for impact and pretended to wake up, rolling over to face him. What she hadn't counted on was that by doing so she rolled closer to him, whereas they had been cuddling each other she was now more or less on top of him.
When she did this his penis felt her body rub against it in one big motion, and he let out a moan. He'd never done that before. Gohan also didn't know what to do as he was unsure if this was her intent, if he should follow through.
In his mind he saw this as her wanting to hold him in a different position. So with her partially on top of him he pulled her close, one hand wrapped around her left hip, landing on her mid to lower back; his other hand reached up and under her right arm and found its place between her shoulder blades. He pulled her close, and his dick started to recede.
As he did this she internally panicked once more, 'what is he doing?! what do I do?!' Her answer came in the form of putting her arms on him, one on his 'quite toned' chest, and the other held onto his neck. In that singular moment, their faces mere inches away she leaned forward and closed her eyes. He imitated her, not entirely sure what was going on.
As fate would have it their lips met perfectly, and at the back of her throat a moan was building...