The full moon hung heavy in the sky, its silver light spilling through the windows of the Son household like a spotlight on a stage. Inside, the air was thick, sticky with humidity, and the quiet was so loud it felt like it was screaming. Gohan sat on the edge of his bed, staring at the ceiling, his body buzzing with an energy he couldn't shake. His Saiyan blood was on fire, the moon's pull yanking at his instincts, making him feel like a caged animal ready to bust loose. The room felt too small, too hot, and his skin prickled with sweat as he tried to focus on anything other than the heat pooling in his gut.
It had been weeks since the funeral, weeks since Goku had sacrificed himself to save the world from Cell. Gohan had stepped up, blasted that green freak into oblivion, but the victory felt hollow. His dad wasn't coming back, and now he was the man of the house, the protector of Earth, and whatever else came with that. But tonight, none of that mattered. Tonight, his body was betraying him, his arousal evident, his mind flooded with thoughts he shouldn't be having. He clenched his fists, nails digging into his palms, trying to ground himself, but the moon didn't care about his guilt it just made him want her more.
Gohan stood up, pacing the room, his footsteps heavy on the wooden floor. The image of Chichi burned in his mind, a relentless loop he couldn't shut off no matter how hard he tried. His mom fuck, she was a goddess, a walking wet dream that his Saiyan blood wouldn't let him ignore. Her body was a masterpiece of thick, juicy flesh, built to drive a man wild, and it was screwing with his head bad.
Her tits were huge, heavy mounds that jiggled with every step, straining against whatever she wore like they were begging to bust free. He'd caught glimpses at the funeral, those fat, round globes wobbling as she sobbed, the dress barely holding them in, the nipples poking through like hard little teases. They were so big he could imagine burying his face between them, feeling their soft weight smother him, and the thought made his cock twitch harder.
Then there was her ass holy shit, that ass. A dump truck didn't even cover it; it was a goddamn mountain of plush, meaty curves, bouncing and clapping with every move she made. He pictured it now, the way it swayed when she walked away from the grave, each cheek a perfect, thick slab of flesh that rippled like waves on a stormy sea. It was so fat it looked like it could swallow his hands whole if he grabbed it, and he wanted to, bad wanted to squeeze it, spank it, watch it jiggle under his grip.
Her hips were wide as hell, child-bearing and proud, flaring out from her waist like a damn hourglass on steroids. They gave her this slutty, natural sway that screamed sex, every step making her thighs slap together with a lewd percussion that echoed in his ears. Those thighs thick and juicy, packed with soft, doughy muscle were a fantasy all their own.
Gohan groaned, his cock throbbing painfully in his pants as he pictured her tits bouncing, ass clapping, thighs quivering, all of it taunting him under that full moon's pull. She was his mom, yeah, but fuck, she was a woman too a thick, curvy, irresistible woman and his body didn't give a damn about the rules. He hated how much he wanted her, but the more he fought it, the clearer her image got, every jiggling, luscious detail driving him closer to the edge.
"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, running a hand through his hair. His arousal was evident, straining against his pants, the fabric damp with desperation. The musk of it filled the air, making his head spin. He needed to cool off, to get a grip, but every time he closed his eyes, he saw her Chichi, his mother, the woman he was supposed to protect, not lust after.
He paced faster, his heart pounding in his chest, his breaths coming in short, ragged gasps. The full moon was messing with him, amplifying his Saiyan instincts, turning him into a desperate mess. He hated it, hated how much he wanted her, hated how his body wouldn't listen to his brain. He stopped by the window, staring out at the moon, its pale face mocking him. "Get a grip, Gohan," he whispered to himself, but the words felt empty, powerless against the primal urge surging through him.
The shower turned off, and Gohan's heart skipped a beat. He could hear Chichi moving around, the soft rustle of fabric as she dried off, the faint scent of her soap wafting through the air. His arousal intensified, and he bit back a groan, his hands trembling with the effort to stay in control. He needed to get out of here, to go for a run, to do something anything to distract himself.
But before he could move, there was a knock on his door, loud and heavy, followed by Chichi's voice, soft and trembling. "Gohan, can I come in?"
Chichi stood outside Gohan's door, her hand hovering over the knob, her heart pounding in her chest. She'd heard him pacing, his footsteps heavy and restless, and it worried her. Ever since Goku's death, Gohan had been different quieter, more withdrawn, carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. But tonight, there was something else, something primal and unsettling in the air. The full moon hung ominously in the sky, its light casting an eerie glow over everything, and Chichi couldn't shake the feeling that it was affecting him.
She took a deep breath, steeling herself, and knocked again. "Gohan, honey, are you okay?"
There was a moment of silence, then the door creaked open. Gohan stood there, his face flushed, his eyes dark and wild. He was shirtless, his muscular chest glistening with sweat, and his pants were tented with evident arousal that he tried and failed to hide. Chichi's eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat, but she forced herself to look away, focusing on his face instead.
"Mom," Gohan said, his voice thick with tension, "what's up?"
Chichi stepped into the room, closing the door behind her. The air was thick with the scent of his musk, earthy and potent, making her head swim. . "I heard you pacing," she said, her voice soft with concern. "Are you thinking about your dad again?"
Gohan's jaw clenched, his hands balling into fists at his sides. "Yeah," he lied, his voice hoarse. "Just… missing him, I guess."
Chichi's heart ached for him, and she stepped closer, reaching out to touch his arm. Her fingers brushed his skin, and Gohan flinched, his body tensing under her touch. His arousal twitched visibly in his pants, and Chichi's eyes darted down involuntarily, widening at the sight. She quickly looked back up, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
"Gohan," she said, her voice trembling, "is there something else bothering you? You seem… uncomfortable."
He let out a shaky breath, his eyes darting around the room, avoiding her gaze. "It's nothing, Mom. I'm fine."
But Chichi wasn't convinced. She could see the tension in his muscles, the way his chest heaved with each breath, the way his arousal strained against his pants. And the musk it was overwhelming, filling her senses, making her own body react in ways she didn't want to acknowledge. She knew about the full moon's effect on Saiyans, how it could trigger their primal instincts, but she'd never seen Gohan like this before.
"Gohan," she said, her voice firmer now, "tell me the truth. What's going on?"
He hesitated, his eyes finally meeting hers, dark and conflicted. "It's the full moon," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's making me… feel things. Things I shouldn't."
Chichi's breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew what he meant—she could see it in his eyes, feel it in the air between them. But she didn't pull away. Instead, she stepped closer, her hand sliding up his arm to his shoulder, her touch gentle but insistent.
"It's okay, Gohan," she said, her voice soft and reassuring. "I'm here for you. Whatever you need, I'll help you."
Gohan's eyes widened, his body trembling under her touch. "Mom, you don't understand. It's not… it's not right."
Chichi's hand moved to his cheek, cupping his face, her thumb brushing against his skin. "I do understand," she said, her voice steady. "You're a Saiyan, and the full moon affects you differently. But you're still my son, and I'll do whatever it takes to make you feel better."
Gohan's resolve crumbled, his eyes filling with tears as he leaned into her touch. "Mom," he whispered, his voice breaking, "I don't want to hurt you."
Chichi's heart swelled with determination. "You won't," she said, her voice firm. "I trust you, Gohan. Let me help you."
The tension in the room was palpable, thick and heavy, like a storm about to break. Gohan's arms wrapped around Chichi, pulling her close, his face buried in her neck, his breaths hot and ragged against her skin. His arousal pressed insistently against her thigh, throbbing with need, and Chichi could feel the heat radiating from him, the primal energy of his Saiyan blood coursing through his veins.
She stroked his back, her hands moving in slow, soothing circles, trying to calm him, but her own body was betraying her. The musk of his arousal was intoxicating, filling her senses, making her own desires stir. She knew this was wrong, knew she shouldn't be feeling this way, but the full moon's influence was affecting her too, stirring something deep within her that she couldn't ignore.
"Gohan," she whispered, her voice trembling, "it's okay. I'm here for you."
He pulled back slightly, his eyes dark and wild, his pupils dilated with lust. "Mom," he groaned, his voice thick with need, "I can't… I can't control it."
Chichi's heart raced, her breath catching in her throat. She could see the struggle in his eyes, the battle between his human conscience and his Saiyan instincts. But she also saw the raw desire, the hunger that mirrored her own. She knew what he needed, what they both needed, and she made a decision.
"Let me help you," she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her. "Let me make you feel better."
The tension in the room was unbearable, thick and heavy, like a storm about to break. Gohan's hands trembled as he fought the urge to touch her, to grab her, to bury himself in her. Chichi's breath hitched, her chest heaving, and he could see the conflict in her eyes the same conflict he felt, magnified by the moon, by their grief, by the forbidden desire that neither of them could ignore. The buildup had reached its breaking point, and they both knew it there was no turning back now.
Chichi stood at the edge of the bed, her skimpy nightdress clinging to her curves, her full tits and thick ass jiggling faintly as she shifted her weight. Her dark eyes were locked on Gohan, who sat sprawled against the headboard, his legs spread wide. His pants were stretched tight, a massive bulge straining the fabric, a dark patch spreading where precum soaked through.
"Gohan," she said, her voice trembling slightly, "take those pants off. Now."
He obeyed without a word, tugging the waistband down in one swift motion. His cock sprang free, and Chichi's breath caught in her throat. It was enormous. 14 inches of thick, veiny flesh, standing rigid and proud, the tip glistening with a steady drip of precum. Her jaw slackened, her eyes widening in disbelief. She'd seen Goku's cock plenty of times, ridden it, sucked it, knew every inch of it but this? This was a monster. He's far bigger than Goku, she thought, her mind reeling. It's like comparing a twig to a full-sized tree. Fear prickled her skin, her heart pounding, but heat pooled between her thighs, her pussy clenching at the sight.
"Oh Kami," she whispered, barely audible. "Gohan, you're… you're huge."
He smirked, a glint of pride flashing in his eyes under the moonlight. "Bigger than Dad, huh?"
"Way bigger," she admitted, licking her lips unconsciously. The musk hit her harder now, earthy and potent, making her head swim. She dropped to her knees on the bed, crawling toward him, her thick thighs clapping softly with each movement, her tits bouncing in the thin fabric. Her hand reached out, hesitant, and wrapped around the base of his cock or tried to. Her fingers couldn't meet around its girth, the heat of it searing her palm. It throbbed under her touch, heavy and alive, and a shiver ran down her spine.
She leaned in, her tongue flicking out to tease the tip, tasting the salty precum. Gohan groaned low in his chest, his hands fisting the sheets, his knuckles whitening. Chichi swirled her tongue around the head, savoring the flavor, then parted her lips and tried to take him in. Her mouth stretched wide, straining to fit even the tip past her lips. It was too big her jaw ached instantly, her throat tightening in reflex. She pushed forward, determined, but gagged hard, pulling back with a wet gasp. Tears prickled her eyes, her chest heaving. "It's too much," she panted, voice hoarse. "I can't swallow it whole."
Gohan's gaze darkened, the Saiyan blood in him roaring under the moon's pull. He wasn't about to let her stop. "You can," he growled, his tone rough and commanding. "And you will."
Before she could protest, his hands shot forward, gripping her head, fingers tangling in her dark hair. He yanked her down onto his cock, forcing the thick head past her lips again. Chichi's eyes bulged, a choked gasp escaping as he shoved deeper, stretching her mouth to its limit. Her throat spasmed, gagging violently, but Gohan didn't relent. He pushed her head lower, inch by brutal inch, his cock sliding into her throat, filling it completely.
"Take it, Mom," he snarled, his hips rocking up to meet her descent. "Take every fucking inch of me."
Chichi's hands clawed at his thighs, nails digging into his skin as she fought for air. Her eyes watered, tears spilling down her cheeks, but he held her firm, his grip unyielding. Spit drooled from her stretched lips, coating his shaft, dripping onto the bed in messy strings. The musk overwhelmed her, the taste of him flooding her senses, and her fear melted into something darker something needy. Her pussy was soaked now, throbbing with every thrust he forced into her throat.
Gohan's dominance took over, his Saiyan instincts in full control. He started fucking her face, hard and relentless, his cock plunging deeper with each thrust. "That's it," he grunted, voice thick with lust. "Choke on it. You're mine now."
Her throat bulged obscenely, the outline of his cock visible as it rammed down her gullet. Chichi's eyes rolled back in her head, whites flashing as the sensation overwhelmed her pain, pleasure, and raw submission blending into a haze. She couldn't breathe, couldn't think, could only feel the monstrous cock claiming her. Tears streamed down her face, mixing with the spit that bubbled from her mouth, but she didn't fight him. She couldn't. She didn't want to.
The sounds filled the room wet, sloppy gags, Gohan's guttural grunts, the creak of the bed under his thrusts. Her body trembled, her mind blanking out as he used her. His balls slapped against her chin, heavy and tight, and she knew he was close. "Gonna cum," he rasped, his voice strained. "Gonna fill your fucking throat."
One final thrust buried his cock to the hilt, her nose pressed against his pelvis, and he erupted. Thick, hot cum blasted into her throat, flooding her mouth in heavy spurts. Chichi choked, her eyes rolling back further, her body jerking as she tried to swallow. It was too much cum spilled from her lips, dripping down her chin, pooling on the bed. Her belly swelled faintly from the sheer volume, and when he finally released her, she pulled back with a ragged gasp, collapsing onto her hands and knees.
Her face was a wreck spit, tears, and cum smeared across her cheeks, her lips swollen, her eyes glassy. She wiped her mouth with a shaky hand, panting hard. "Gohan," she croaked, voice raw. "That was… fuck."
He leaned back, still hard, his cock glistening with her saliva and his cum. "You took it," he said, a smug edge to his tone. "But we're not done. I'm fucking that pussy next."
He grabbed the neckline of her nightdress, his fingers digging into the thin fabric, and yanked hard. The material tore with a sharp rip, splitting down the front, exposing her massive tits in all their glory. They bounced free, fat and round, nipples hard as bullets, jiggling wildly as the nightdress fell away. Chichi gasped, her eyes widening, but she didn't resist her body was his now, and she knew it.
"Gohan!" she yelped, her voice cracking, but there was heat in it, a thrill she couldn't hide.
He wasn't done. His hands slid lower, seizing the waistband of her dark purple panties those flimsy little things that barely covered her dump truck ass. With a rough tug, he ripped them off too, the fabric shredding under his strength, leaving her completely naked. Her thick thighs parted slightly, revealing her dripping pussy, the plump lips glistening with her arousal, clapping softly as she shifted. Her wide hips flared out, her belly soft and inviting, every inch of her curvy flesh laid bare for him.
"Fuck, look at you," Gohan growled, his voice thick with lust, his eyes raking over her body. Her skin shimmered with sweat in the moonlight, her fat ass quivering faintly, her tits swaying with each shaky breath.
He didn't wait for more. He climbed onto the bed, his muscular frame towering over her, his cock throbbing with intent. He seized her hips, flipping her onto her stomach with ease, her fat ass rising up like a prize. Her cheeks parted slightly, showing off her soaked pussy, and Gohan's hands gripped her flesh, spreading her wider.
"Get on all fours," Gohan commanded, his voice low and gravelly, laced with a hunger that made Chichi's heart race.
She obeyed instantly, shifting into position, her knees sinking deeper into the bed, her elbows braced against the sheets. Her fat, juicy ass rose high, the cheeks parted slightly to reveal her dripping pussy, pink and swollen with need. Her body quivered half from arousal, half from the daunting sight of Gohan's cock as she glanced back at him. It was huge, a beast compared to anything she'd ever experienced, even with Goku. Nervous excitement churned in her gut, her breaths coming in shallow gasps.
"Gohan," she whimpered, her voice trembling, "it's too big… I don't know if I can take it."
Gohan stepped closer, his large hands seizing her hips, fingers sinking into her soft, pliant flesh. "You will take it, Mom," he said, his tone firm, unyielding. "Every fucking inch."
Chichi swallowed hard, nodding weakly, her pussy clenching in anticipation. Gohan gripped his shaft, guiding the swollen head to her entrance, teasing her slick folds with slow, deliberate strokes. Her juices coated him instantly, her arousal undeniable despite her fear. She gasped as the tip pressed against her, stretching her open, her walls straining to accommodate his size. He pushed forward, slow and controlled, feeding her inch after inch of his massive cock.
"Oh fuck, Gohan!" Chichi cried, her voice breaking, her fingers clawing at the sheets. "It's too much… you're splitting me apart!"
"Relax," he growled, his hands tightening on her hips, holding her steady as he sank deeper. "You're gonna adjust."
Her pussy stretched wide, burning with the effort, but the pain quickly blurred into a dizzying wave of pleasure as he buried himself fully, his cock kissing her cervix. Chichi's body shuddered, her walls fluttering around him, struggling to grip his girth. She felt impossibly full, every nerve alight, her mind reeling from the sensation. Gohan held still for a moment, letting her catch her breath, his own chest heaving with restraint.
Then he moved.
He pulled back slowly, dragging his cock along her sensitive walls, before thrusting forward again, hard enough to make her ass ripple. Chichi moaned, her voice rising in pitch, her tits bouncing wildly beneath her. Gohan found his rhythm, starting slow but steadily picking up speed, each thrust deeper, more forceful. The room filled with the lewd symphony of their bodies plap, plap, plap her thick ass clapping against his pelvis, the wet squelch of her pussy swallowing his cock.
"Fuck, you're tight," Gohan grunted, his hands sliding up to grip her ass cheeks, spreading them apart to watch his shaft disappear into her dripping hole.
Chichi's moans escalated into screams, her body rocking with each brutal thrust. "Yes! Harder, Gohan!" she begged, her voice raw. "Fuck me like a slut!"
His Saiyan blood surged, his eyes narrowing with feral intent. He slapped her ass hard, the sharp crack echoing, leaving a stinging red handprint on her pale skin. Chichi yelped, her pussy clenching tighter, her juices dripping down her thighs. "You like that?" Gohan snarled, spanking her again. "You like being my dirty little whore?"
"Fuck yes!" she screamed, her mind fraying at the edges. "I'm yours, Gohan! Use me!"
He unleashed himself fully, pounding her with savage intensity, his balls slapping her clit with every thrust. Her screams filled the room, high and desperate, her body trembling under the onslaught. Gohan grabbed her hair, yanking her head back, forcing her spine to arch as he drilled into her. Chichi's eyes rolled back, her tongue lolling out, drool spilling from her lips in a shameless ahegao face. The pleasure was too much her pussy spasmed, her first orgasm ripping through her, soaking his cock with her release.
But Gohan wasn't done. He wanted her broken, claimed completely. With a rough shove, he pushed her flat onto her stomach, her legs splaying wide, her ass slightly raised beneath him. The transition to prone bone was seamless he mounted her from behind, his muscular frame pinning her to the mattress, his cock sliding back into her soaked pussy with a wet schlick. The angle drove him deeper, his tip grinding against her cervix, sending shockwaves through her core.
"Oh God, Gohan," Chichi whimpered, her face buried in the pillow, muffling her cries. "You're so fucking deep… I can feel you in my womb…"
"That's the point," he growled, his voice thick with dominance. "I'm gonna breed you, Mom."
He thrust slow and hard, each stroke deliberate, making her feel every inch of his monstrous cock. His weight pressed her into the bed, trapping her, leaving her helpless beneath him. As Gohan pounded into her, Chichi's fat ass jiggled with every thrust, the soft, juicy flesh bouncing and rippling under the force of his hips. The sight was intoxicating her cheeks quivered with each impact, the rhythmic plap, plap, plap of skin meeting skin echoing through the room. The jiggling intensified with his pace, her ass shaking wildly, the motion a mesmerizing dance of flesh that fueled his lust. He couldn't tear his eyes away, watching how the waves rolled across her curves, her plump cheeks clapping softly against each other.
"Goddamn, your ass…" Gohan muttered, voice hoarse with arousal. He gave her a firm slap, the sharp crack making her ass wobble even more, sending a jolt through his cock as her pussy clenched tighter around him. "It jiggles so fucking good."
Chichi moaned into the pillow, her cries muffled but desperate, the sensation of her ass bouncing adding a new layer to her pleasure. Each jiggle sent tingles racing up her spine, the relentless motion amplifying the heat building inside her. "Gohan… oh fuck…" she whimpered, her hands fisting the sheets as her body rocked beneath him. Chichi's screams grew louder, her body shaking, her pussy clenching desperately around him. She'd never been fucked like this Goku had been decent, but Gohan was a god, his cock reshaping her, ruining her for anyone else.
"Goku's small dick could never compare," she gasped, her voice hoarse, her mind starting to crack. "You're so much better… so much bigger…"
Gohan smirked, his ego swelling along with his cock. "Say it louder," he demanded, grabbing her hair and pulling her head back.
"You're better than Goku!" Chichi screamed, her voice breaking. "Your cock's fucking massive! I'm yours, Gohan!"
Her words ignited something primal in him. With a feral snarl, he pulled out abruptly, leaving her whimpering at the sudden emptiness. Before she could protest, he flipped her onto her back, seizing her ankles in his iron grip. He lifted her legs high, pushing them back until her knees were nearly by her ears, folding her into a mating press. Her thick thighs trembled, her pussy gaping and dripping, fully exposed to him. Gohan loomed over her, his cock glistening with her juices, his eyes burning with intent.
"Time to finish this," he said, his voice a low rumble.
He slammed back into her, the angle driving his cock straight into her G-spot, the force making her entire body jolt. Chichi's scream tore through the room, banshee-like, raw and unrestrained. "FUCK! GOHAN!" she howled, once again her eyes rolling back completely, her tongue hanging out, drool streaming down her chin. She looked broken, mind shattered by getting fucked silly.
Gohan pounded her mercilessly, his hips a blur, his balls slapping her ass with every brutal thrust. The bed groaned under the force, the headboard banging against the wall. Chichi's pussy clenched around him, milking his cock, her screams growing hoarser, more desperate. "Breed me!" she begged, her voice cracking. "Fill me with your cum!"
"You're mine," Gohan roared, his thrusts becoming erratic, his cock swelling inside her. "All fucking mine!"
With a final, bone-shaking thrust, he buried himself balls-deep, his cock pulsing as he unleashed a flood of thick, hot cum into her womb. Chichi's body convulsed, her orgasm crashing over her like a tsunami, her screams peaking into a guttural wail. "I'M CUMMING!" she shrieked, her mind breaking entirely, her face locked in that ahegao expression eyes blank, tongue out, drool everywhere.
Gohan's seed filled her, overflowing, spilling out around his cock and soaking the sheets beneath them. He kept thrusting, pumping every last drop into her, ensuring she was bred, claimed, marked as his. When he finally pulled out, a torrent of cum followed, pooling between her thighs. Chichi lay there, twitching, panting, her legs still trembling in the air, her mind a blank slate of pleasure.
Gohan collapsed beside her, his chiseled frame slick with sweat, chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. His cock, still thick and glistening with their mingled fluids, rested against his thigh. He turned to Chichi, her body a trembling mess beside him. Her legs, once high in the air, quivered as they sank to the bed, cum dripping from her swollen pussy onto the soaked sheets. Her massive breasts heaved with each shaky breath, her face a ruined canvas eyes dazed and half-open, drool spilling from her slack mouth, tears streaking her flushed skin. She was broken, lost in the aftermath of ecstasy.
Gohan's hand moved to her cheek, his touch firm yet tender as he tilted her face toward him. His dark eyes locked onto hers, voice rough with possession but softened by a thread of devotion. "I've marked you, Mom. You're now mine forever."
Chichi's unfocused gaze flickered, struggling to meet his. Her lips trembled, words stumbling out in breathless, shattered fragments. "Y-yes… Gohan… m-mine… f-forever…" A faint whimper escaped her, her body twitching as pleasure's echoes pulsed through her.
Gohan's lips curved into a faint, satisfied smirk. He leaned down, brushing a kiss across her damp forehead, his hand sliding to cradle her neck. "That's right," he murmured, his tone commanding yet warm. "Sleep now. I'll keep you safe."
Chichi's eyelids fluttered, a weak, blissful sigh slipping from her as she surrendered to exhaustion. "L-love… y-you… Gohan…" she breathed, her voice fading into silence.
Gohan pulled her close, his strong arms enveloping her trembling form, pressing her against his chest. The moonlight bathed them in a silver glow, their shared warmth lingering as the night settled around them.