Gohan rolled his shoulders as he stepped back through the front door of the Son house, sweat still drying on his neck from a hard afternoon of training. Mount Paozu's air was crisp; his muscles ached in that good way. All he wanted was a shower, a slab of Chi-Chi's cooking, and maybe an hour flat on his back.
He was passing Goten's door when he heard his little brother mutter, low and awestruck:
"Wow. Naked ladies."
Gohan froze mid-step. He pivoted, shoved the door open, and stormed in. There sat Goten, cross-legged on his bed, thumbing through a dog-eared magazine with a glossy centerfold spread across his lap.
Gohan lunged and snatched it out of his hands. "Goten! Where did you get this?" He held it high, well out of the little kid's reach.
"Master Roshi gave it to me."
Gohan's eye twitched. *Of course.* "Well. I guess I'll be paying him a visit later," he frowned, thumbing through it. The centerfold alone would've sent a monk into early retirement.
"Uhh… Gohan? Don't turn around."
"Why?" Gohan asked, still studying the page.
"Just don't."
Gohan opened his mouth to question him again when the hair on the back of his neck stood up. He felt it — that familiar, heavy, *doom-laden* aura, the kind that used to make him hide behind Piccolo's cape.
He turned.
Chi-Chi stood in the doorway, arms crossed, expression carved from stone. And in her grip, the frying pan — already shimmering, already *on fire*, the blue flame licking up the handle.
"Gohan," she said, in that calm voice that was somehow worse than yelling. "Explain to me why you're trying to corrupt your little brother."
"W-Wait! I didn't give him this!" he protested, waving both hands in front of his face. "I just found him with it!"
"Oh really? Then *who did*?" The pan's flame climbed higher.
"Master Roshi!"
"Oh, *okay.*" Chi-Chi's shoulders relaxed for half a second — and then snapped right back up. "BUT THAT DOESN'T EXCUSE YOU FOR LETTING HIM READ IT!" She brought the burning pan down across both their skulls with a *CLANG*.
"OW!" they groaned in unison, clutching their heads.
"YOU TWO ARE IN SO MUCH TROUBLE!"
"But *why*?" Goten whined. "It was Roshi's fault!"
Chi-Chi lowered the pan, breathing hard, then let it cool a fraction. "It doesn't matter whose fault it was," she said, tapping her foot. "Because of this little incident, *I'm* going to have to teach Goten about sex." She looked up at Gohan, and her eyes glinted in a way that made his stomach drop. "The same way Krillin and I taught *you*."
Gohan went crimson. Not red. *Crimson.* Right up to the tips of his ears.
"Yeah…" he mumbled, staring very hard at the floor. "But he's younger than I was when that happened."
"It's still possible. And you're going to help me."
"*Why?*" Gohan asked, still flushed.
Chi-Chi lifted the frying pan and gave it a little shake. "This is why."
Gohan sighed in defeat. Goten just tilted his head like a confused puppy. "What's going on?"
"Me and Gohan are going to show you what sex is," Chi-Chi smiled. Then she paused, tapped her chin, and added, "Actually — no. Call Krillin."
"Krillin?" Gohan blinked.
"Call him. Tell him we need him to come teach Goten about sex." Her smile sharpened. "And that *I* need his help too."
Gohan picked up the phone. And as he dialed, something passed over his face — not confusion, not nerves. Something fond. Something *knowing*. He and the receiver shared a private little smirk, the way men do when they're remembering the same thing.
*Oh yeah. He remembered.*
The Call
"Hello? Kame House, Krillin speaking."
"Krillin. It's Gohan."
"Hey, Gohan! Long time, buddy. What's up?"
There was a pause on the line — the kind of pause where Gohan could practically *hear* the little monk grinning on the other end. He cleared his throat. "So. Goten found one of Roshi's magazines."
"Oh no." Krillin's voice went up an octave.
"Oh yes. Mom's teaching him the facts of life." Gohan's voice dropped low and conspiratorial. "The *same way* you and her taught me."
Silence. Then a slow, delighted laugh crackled through the receiver. "You don't say."
"She wants you here. She said — and I quote — 'we need him to teach Goten about sex, and I need *his help* too.'"
"I'll be there in ten minutes," Krillin said, and the line clicked before Gohan could even say goodbye.
Gohan set the phone down, smiling to himself. He still remembered it. Vividly. Every grunting, sweaty, absolutely *unhinged* second of it.
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## Krillin Arrives
Nine minutes later, a bald dot appeared in the Paozu sky, dipped into a dive, and landed on the front lawn in a puff of dust. Krillin straightened up, dusted his gi, and gave Gohan a grin that said *we both know why I'm here.*
"Gohan." They clasped forearms. "You look well. Still keeping that nose clean?"
"About as well as you keep yours, Krillin." Gohan smirked, and the two of them broke into quiet laughter — an inside joke that spanned years.
Chi-Chi appeared in the doorway, hands on hips. She gave Krillin a slow, appraising once-over that made the little man stand up a little straighter. "Krillin. Thanks for coming on such short notice."
"Anything for the family, Chi-Chi," he said. Then, quieter, with a crooked grin: "Besides. It's been a while."
"Mm." Her lips curled. "It has."
Goten, standing off to the side, looked between all three of them with rising suspicion. "Why are all of you smiling like that?"
"Come inside, sweetie," Chi-Chi said. "You're about to find out."
She marched them all into the master bedroom. Then, without a word, she reached behind her back and pulled her dress over her head.
Both of the demi-Saiyans — and one very appreciative Turtle School graduate — went quiet.
Chi-Chi was *stacked*. The years and two pregnancies hadn't dulled a thing; if anything, her hips were fuller, her breasts heavier, the soft dark hair between her thighs framing a body that had broken better men than Roshi. She licked her lips and looked at all three of them.
"Alright. You three. Strip."
They obeyed. Gis and undershirts hit the floor in a heap.
Gohan was built like a fighter — lean, ridged with muscle, cock already half-mast and standing a proud nine inches. Goten, twelve and gawky, sported a modest but honest seven inches that twitched nervously in the open air.
And then there was Krillin.
Goten's jaw actually *dropped*. "Whoa — Krillin, what *is* that?"
Because for a man of five feet, Krillin was hung like a horse. Fifteen inches of thick, veined meat hung between his legs, a weapon that swung like it had its own gravitational pull. It wasn't even fully hard yet.
"Hey, don't look at me," Krillin shrugged, grinning. "I was short in every other department. The universe had to give me *something.*"
Chi-Chi swallowed hard. "Now *that*," she breathed, "I remember."
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## The Lesson
"Goten," she said, dropping to her knees and pulling both her sons in close while Krillin took up position behind her, "watch."
She grabbed Gohan's cock in her right hand and began working it slow, twisting her wrist. Gohan bit his lip, a groan escaping anyway. Then she reached left and wrapped her fingers around Goten's, stroking lighter, gentler.
"This," Chi-Chi purred, "is something a mother needs to take care of."
She leaned forward and dragged her tongue up the underside of Gohan's shaft, then turned and did the same to Goten's, lapping at the tip of each in turn. Goten whimpered, knees wobbling. Behind her, Krillin stepped in close and pressed that enormous cock up against the small of her back, letting her feel the heat and weight of it.
"Don't forget me," Krillin murmured.
Chi-Chi moaned. She reached back, grabbed his cock with both hands — and her fingers couldn't even close around it. Fifteen inches of flesh, thick as her forearm. She pumped it, and a bead of precum the size of a pearl smeared over her knuckles.
"God, Krillin, how did I ever take this?"
"You're a Saiyan's wife," he laughed. "You're built for it."
She went to work on all three. Mouth on Gohan, hand on Goten, other hand wringing Krillin's monster, saliva running down her chin, her whole face slick with spit. The boys were already losing it.
Gohan felt the pressure coil tight. "Mom — I'm close —"
"Then *give it to me.*"
Both demi-Saiyans cried out at once, cocks twitching, unloading across her face and chest. Hot seed splattered her cheeks, her lips, dripped off her chin and ran in thick ropes between her breasts. Some of it landed right in her open mouth, and she swallowed.
Goten flushed. "Sorry, Mom —"
"Don't be," she grinned, wiping her face with the back of her wrist and *not* cleaning it off, letting it dry hot on her skin. "This just means you're fine and healthy."
She stood, pushed Gohan flat onto the bed, and straddled his hips. Then she reached back, grabbed Goten by the wrist, and pulled him up behind her.
"Gohan, you take my ass. Goten — you put your cock *right here.*" She reached down and spread her pussy lips with two fingers, pink and wet and *dripping*.
Goten lined up. Missed. It slid off. Missed again. Slid off again.
"Ugh — Mom, it keeps —"
Chi-Chi rolled her eyes, grabbed his cock, and guided it herself, then bore down. Goten sank into her to the hilt in one wet *schlick*.
"*WOW!* It's warm in here!" he yelped.
"Now move your hips," Gohan grunted from underneath, already slicking himself up.
Goten pulled back and shoved forward. Then again. Then again. Soon he was *pounding* — clumsy and frantic, hips slapping, balls swinging.
"AH — that's it, Goten, keep going!" Chi-Chi gasped.
Gohan lifted her hips and pressed his cockhead against her asshole. She grunted, braced, and he shoved in — *one long brutal stroke* that buried him to the base. Chi-Chi let out a low, guttural moan as both her sons stuffed her at once, stretched in two directions, the pressure white-hot.
"Both of you — *fuck me.*"
They did. Harder. Gohan gripped her hips hard enough to bruise, yanking her back onto him with every thrust, his balls smacking her clit. Goten hammered away at her pussy from the front, gasping, sweat flying off his brow. Chi-Chi's tongue lolled out, drool running down her chin, eyes rolling.
And then Krillin climbed onto the bed.
He knelt over her head, that fifteen-inch monster bobbing right in her face, and she opened her mouth wide. He fed it in — and in — and *in*, until her throat bulged and her eyes watered, until her nose was buried in his pubes. He fucked her face like it owed him money: short, brutal, throat-bruising strokes, spit spraying everywhere, gagging sounds filling the room.
"*That's* it," Krillin grunted. "That's the throat I remember."
Chi-Chi was a wreck — three holes stuffed, split open, drooling, her whole body jolting with every impact. The bedframe screamed. The headboard cracked the wall. Sweat poured off all four of them, mingling, dripping onto the sheets in dark patches.
"Mommy — something's coming!" Goten gritted out.
"Do it. Give mommy your seed."
"I'm gonna cum in your ass," Gohan growled, digging his fingers into her cheeks.
Krillin just grunted, buried to the root, and let go.
All three of them came at once. Goten flooded her pussy, Gohan dumped into her ass, and Krillin unloaded straight down her throat — rope after thick rope, so much of it that Chi-Chi choked and it *overflowed*, spilling out her lips and running down her jaw, dripping onto her chest in heavy globs. Her own pussy and ass were overflowing too, seed leaking out around the cocks still buried in her and pooling in the sheets.
Chi-Chi came with a scream, thighs shaking, squirting a hot gush that soaked Goten's stomach and the bed beneath them.
They collapsed in a heap, slick and panting and *filthy.*
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## Aftermath
"…That was *great*, Mom," Goten beamed, later, still glowing. "Can we do it again?"
"I don't see why not." She kissed his cheek.
"ALRIGHT!" Goten shot off the bed, yanked his gi back on, and rocketed out the door, blasting up into the sky.
"Goten — where are you going?"
"I'm gonna go show *Trunks* what you and Mom taught me!"
Gohan's mouth dropped open. "Goten, wait —!" He lunged for the door, but Chi-Chi caught his arm.
"Oh, let him go," she said, waving a hand. "I'm sure Bulma would be *more* than happy to show Trunks how sex works. And I'm pretty sure Goten's going to help her do it."
Gohan laughed. "Yeah. Goten's headstrong — just like his father."
Chi-Chi went very still.
"…About that." She turned, a slow blush creeping up her neck. "Gohan. Remember when I told you I was pregnant?"
"…Yeah?" He followed her gaze out the window, toward the dot vanishing over the horizon — and something cold and electric slid down his spine. "Wait. WAIT. Are you telling me Goten's *my* son?!"
Somewhere off in the distance, he could've sworn he heard Piccolo laughing.
Gohan fell back onto the bed.
"No," Chi-Chi said. "He's not your son."
"…Oh, thank god."
"He's *both* of yours."
Gohan's brain short-circuited. "*BOTH?*"
Chi-Chi sat down beside him, suddenly looking at her hands. "You and Krillin. It was right after the whole thing started — after we taught you. You two were *insatiable.* Remember? All those nights. In this very house. The three of us, going at it like animals — rough, brutal, *disgusting*, over and over, until we couldn't walk straight." Her blush deepened. "And then one day, well… it took."
Krillin, toweling off in the corner, grinned like a man remembering every single one of those nights. "Best months of my life."
Gohan — who *absolutely* remembered, who'd never once pretended otherwise — just smiled right back at him. "Yeah. They were."
"The problem," Chi-Chi went on, "was when Goten was born. He came out *pure human.* Not a drop of Saiyan in him." She paused. "And he didn't have a nose."
Gohan blinked. "…Like Krillin."
"*Exactly* like Krillin. Bald-headed, no nose, squalling." Chi-Chi shuddered. "One look and everyone would've known Goku wasn't his father. So we panicked. Krillin and I — we gathered the Dragon Balls."
Krillin nodded, walking over. "We wished him half-Saiyan. Wished him a full head of Goku's hair and Goku's face. Wished the nose back on. And just like that —" he snapped his fingers — "the fault was fixed. Shenron covered our tracks."
Gohan stared. "So Goten *is* half-Saiyan… but only because of a wish."
"He looks exactly like Goku," Chi-Chi said softly. "Everybody assumes. Nobody questions. It's the perfect cover." She looked at Krillin, then back at Gohan. "And honestly? After that… the three of us never really stopped, did we. We just got *worse.*"
Krillin's grin widened. "So I'll come by Sunday."
Gohan turned to the doorway, where Goten had already vanished toward Capsule Corp. He grinned, cupped his hands around his mouth, and hollered after him:
"*HEY, GOTEN! BE BACK SUNDAY! WE'RE GONNA FUCK THIS MILF AND THIS SLUT TOGETHER — AND THIS TIME WE'RE GOING BRUTAL!*"
Krillin laughed so hard he doubled over.
Chi-Chi blushed to her roots — and then got a look in her eye, walked back into the house, and came back out with a *shotgun.*
"Get in the car, Gohan."
"Where are we going?"
"We," she said, cocking the barrel with a satisfying *chk-chk*, "are going to go kill a Turtle Hermit."
Gohan climbed into the passenger seat. Krillin flew alongside, still laughing. And as the car rumbled down the mountain road, Chi-Chi glanced over and said, almost casually:
"So. Just remember what we agreed on when you were young. If you ever need someone to fuck, you come to *me and Krillin.* So don't go anywhere near that Videl girl." She practically spat the name.
"Uhh — yes, Mom."
"Good." A smile. "Because if you did, that'd be *bad.*"
"…How bad?"
"I'd have to kill you."
"That's bad."
"Indeed."
And the three of them drove off into the sunset — to go murder an old man over a magazine.