Saliva stuck between their lips as they parted for air, Gohan swiftly went on the offensive. His right arm reached her waist, his thumb resting in her belly with the other fingers gripping her waist. He wanted to have ChiChi cling to him like she did in his dream but she wasn't prepared for such a move. With his other hand he grabbed her right leg and wrapped it around his own waist. ChiChi almost fell backward but caught herself by grabbing his neck with both hands. While this was happening he reached his head down into her neck on the left side, and began sucking the exposed flesh. He began to nibble and she gasped, hands now clinging to the back of his shirt, it was all happening so fast.
With her leg wrapped around him and held up completely, their privates began to grind against each other, between the layers of clothing. Gohan groaned as ChiChi reared backwards letting out a moan herself. For Gohan this was amazing, the best experience he'd ever felt. For ChiChi it was the first time in so long she had been immersed in the throws of passion. It was likely the night her now lover was conceived that she'd last felt this incredible.
Gohan continued kissing the same spot while rubbing his bulge against her sweet spot, lost in the heat of lust, barely able to think straight. Suddenly he felt clarity as she woke him from whatever trance he was in, she half cried out, " for goodness sakes son you're gonna give me a hickey like that!" He was unsure if that was good or bad based on her expression and body language, but moved her to the couch and laid on top of her. She took his hands and their fingers intertwined. When again their lips met, her tongue immediately begged permission to enter his mouth, and he was not going to deny that request. When she tasted her son's mouth a new wave of bliss engulfed her and she pulled herself up into to him, he wasn't quite lying down, just pining her to the couch. She wrapped her legs around his and pulled up. When she did this Gohan felt the mood changing; he began to move up and down, back and forth trying to find the right position, and rhythm. His manhood was pleading to be free of its restraints as the two dryhumped. She broke the kiss and pulled his ear close to her mouth," let me rip it off."
He wasn't sure what she meant but the way she said it gave him chills, it was so seductive, almost a whisper, and while phrased in an apologetic manner, the tone was commanding. He let go of her for a moment and she tore his shirt off, now all his muscles showed and she reached for them, and began to massage them as he began to fondle her breasts.