It has been 3 weeks
Three weeks since the afternoon Krillin had walked in on her and Goten and decided, without being asked, that he was going to stay. Three weeks since Chichi had learned what it felt like to be wanted by two men at once. And in three weeks, they had done it every single time they got the chance — in her bed, on the couch, in the bath, once against the kitchen counter with the rice burning on the stove. Gohan's school schedule had become a gift. Every morning he left early. Every afternoon he found reasons to stay late. And the house, when he wasn't in it, belonged to someone else.
The secret held.
Krillin was *officially* staying in the guest room, "sorting some things out" with Eighteen. Unofficially he slept wherever Chichi was, which was usually her bed, which was usually already occupied. And Goten, who used to nap through his afternoons, now napped only after he had been worn out — which, at seven years old and Saiyan-blooded, took a *lot.*
It should have been simple. Two men, one woman, one child who had stumbled into the middle of it and refused to leave.
But Gohan was beginning to suspect.
He wasn't stupid. He was eighteen, sharp as a blade, and he had been raised by a woman who could read a room like a book — so he'd inherited the skill. And lately his mother had been *humming.* She hummed while she cooked. She wore thinner clothes. She flushed at nothing. She'd started leaving her hair down, and her neck had a little sheen of sweat on it by midmorning, and there was a warmth to her that hadn't been there a month ago.
And then there was the way Goten looked at her.
Not like a boy looking at his mother. Like a boy who had been let in on something. There was a *knowing* in it, a little smirk, a comfort with her body that no seven-year-old should have had.
And Krillin — Krillin was *always* there. Always. Sitting too close at dinner. Touching her wrist when he passed behind her chair. Reaching over her to grab the salt like he had a right to.
Gohan had also noticed — and been quietly bothered by — how attractive his own mother actually was.
He knew it was normal to notice. He'd just never expected to notice *this* much. Chichi at thirty-seven was fuller than any girl his age. Heavier in the chest. Wider in the hips. Softer in the belly. There was a ripeness to her, a warm, lived-in quality, an aura that made a man's eyes catch on her and stay there. He loved Videl. Videl was fierce and sharp and beautiful, lean and hard and quick.
But Videl was flat where his mother was *soft.*
And that thought had been eating at him for days.
So when he finally put it together — when he realized that his little brother and a bald dwarf were getting something he was *not* — something hot and ugly turned over in Gohan's chest.
*Jealousy,* he thought. *I'm eighteen years old and jealous of a seven-year-old.*
Fine. Then he'd find out for certain.
He'd skip school. Tomorrow he'd tell them he'd felt unwell and come home early to sleep, and nobody would question it. But today, at lunch break, he would fly home as fast as he could with his ki pressed down to nothing — silent, invisible, undetectable — and he would see exactly what his family did when they thought no one was watching.
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He flew low over the forest, banking between the trees, keeping his energy folded in on itself. The roof appeared through the leaves. He touched down barefoot on the grass, silent as a shadow, and crept to the front door.
He opened it a finger's width at a time. No creak.
The living room was empty. The kitchen was empty — but the dishes from breakfast were still stacked in the sink and the stove was cold, lunch clearly abandoned. He padded up the stairs, one step at a time, holding his breath.
And then he heard it.
A low, rhythmic *creak. Creak. Creak.* And under it, a wet sound. And over it, a voice — his mother's voice — rising and breaking and rising again.
He reached the top of the stairs. Her bedroom door was open a hand's breadth. He leaned in and looked.
And his brain stopped.
Krillin was flat on his back on his mother's bed, naked, glistening with sweat, both hands locked onto Chichi's hips. And Chichi — *his mother* — was straddling him, riding him, back arched, heavy breasts bouncing with every drop of her hips, mouth open around a moan that never seemed to end. Her hair was plastered to her neck. Her skin was slick. And behind her, kneeling, gripping her hips from the other side, was *Goten.*
His little brother was buried to the hilt in their mother's ass.
Two cocks. One in front. One behind. His mother impaled between them, taking both at once, moving on both at once.
"*Krillin—Goten—yes—!*" Chichi sobbed. "Yes, yes, don't stop, don't *stop*—!"
Gohan stood frozen in the doorway and felt his own body betray him instantly.
---
Inside the room, none of them noticed him.
Krillin was not being gentle. He never was. He had Chichi's hips in a grip like a vice, and he was *pulling* her down onto himself with every stroke, driving up to meet her, burying himself to the base each time with a wet, heavy *slap* that echoed off the walls. Chichi's thighs were trembling. Her lips were red and puffy where he split her. Cream had gathered at the base of his cock and frothed white with every thrust, and the sound of it — that slick, obscene *squelch* — filled the whole room.
"God, *look* at you," Krillin grunted. "Look at you take it. You're dripping down my balls, woman. You hear that? That's *you.*"
"*Ahh—ahh—*shut up—!"
"Shut up? Say that again when I stop."
"Don't you *dare* stop—"
"That's what I thought." He thrust up hard and Chichi screamed, her whole body jolting. "There it is. There's the sound I wanted."
Behind her, Goten was in his own world. He had his small hands spread on her cheeks, watching himself slide in and out of her ass with the open fascination of a boy watching a magic trick — in and out, in and out, the tight ring of her stretching red around him and gripping him every time he pulled back.
"Mommy," he panted, "your ass is so tight — so *tight* — it's squeezing me—"
"*Yes—*" Chichi gasped. "Yes, baby, keep going, keep—oh *God*—"
"Fuck, fuck, fuck—" Goten chanted, finding a rhythm.
"That's it, kid," Krillin said over her shoulder. "Harder. Don't let her think."
"I'm trying—!"
"Trying's not doing. *Harder.*"
Goten slammed his hips forward and Chichi cried out and dropped her head, and the two of them found a rhythm — one pushing in as the other pulled out, an endless alternating roll that kept her *full* at every second, never empty for even a heartbeat.
"That's it," Krillin growled. "That's it. Look at her, kid. Look at your mom with two cocks in her. Is this what you thought mothers did?"
"No—!"
"Good. Now you know."
And then Krillin did something that made Chichi's whole body seize.
He let go of her hips with one hand, reached up, and took her left breast in his palm — and then he *bit* down on the nipple.
"*AAAH—!*" Chichi's back arched like a bowstring.
Krillin didn't let go. He closed his teeth on the hard little peak and *pulled,* dragging his mouth back and stretching the soft flesh of her breast up away from her chest, then let it snap back, and bit again, harder.
"*Krillin—Krillin—*"
"You like that," he said around her nipple. "You like it when it *hurts* a little. Don't lie to me, Chichi. I can feel you squeezing my cock."
"*Yes—!*"
He moved to the other breast and did the same, biting down on the right nipple until she sobbed, then sucking hard to soothe it, then biting again — over and over, until both of her nipples were red and swollen and slick with his spit, and Chichi was shaking so hard she could barely hold herself up.
"Look at these," Krillin muttered, mouth full of her. "God, Chichi. Best tits I've ever had in my hands. And your idiot husband left them here for *years.*"
"*Ahh—*don't talk about Goku—"
"Why not? He'd want to know." Krillin bit her again, and she yelped. "He'd want to know his wife is getting her tits chewed on by his best friend while his son fucks her ass."
"*Ooooh—*"
"Say it."
"My—my husband's best friend is—is biting my—"
"Good girl."
Chichi's eyes were half-shut and rolling. "Krillin—if you keep talking—I'm going to—"
"You're going to what?"
"*Come*—!"
"Then come. Come on my cock with your son in your ass. Show him."
And Chichi did — she seized up with a wail, her thighs clamping around Krillin's ribs, her whole body shuddering in waves, and the tight clench of her rippled through both of them and dragged a groan out of Krillin's chest.
"*There* it is," he rasped, blushing furiously, sweat running down his neck. "God, Chichi, your pussy's the best — tightest, wettest thing I've ever been in—"
Goten whimpered behind her, rhythm faltering. "Mommy, I'm—I'm gonna—"
"Then do it," Chichi moaned. "Cum in Mommy's ass, baby—"
Goten came with a long, high cry, grinding himself deep and holding there, and Chichi's whole back shuddered as she felt it fill her.
And Gohan, in the doorway, felt his knees go weak.
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He couldn't move. He couldn't think. All he could do was stare at the curve of his mother's back, at the mesmerizing rise and fall of her hips, at the wet gleam of her rear as it moved — and his cock was so hard against his school trousers that it *ached.*
Then he looked at Krillin — and his eyebrows went up despite everything.
Because Krillin was a short man. A stocky man. And yet the cock that was currently buried in his mother was *thick* and long and veined, slicked and shining, seated to the base in her.
*He's bigger than me,* Gohan thought, and felt a strange, sharp pang. *Krillin's bigger than me.*
Then he made up his mind and stepped into the room.
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The floorboard creaked.
Chichi's head snapped up. She saw him — and her whole face went crimson. She yanked her arms up to cover her breasts, and stopped mid-sway, and Krillin's cock slid out of her with an audible *pop* that made her gasp.
"Go—*Gohan*—!" she stammered. "Shouldn't you be at school?!"
Gohan crossed his arms and looked at her, deadpan. "So that was the secret you two had." A beat. "Sex."
"Honey, I can explain—"
"There's nothing to explain, Mom." He shook his head slowly. "You're lonely. Dad's been gone for years. You've got needs. That's not complicated."
Chichi stared at him, mouth open. "Gohan…"
Gohan's jaw tightened. "Although." He stepped further into the room, voice going flat and pointed. "You should have told me *first.* You cut me out of this. Completely. Goten gets in. Krillin gets in. And I'm at school like an idiot." He hooked his thumbs into his waistband. "So, Mom. Take responsibility."
And he dropped his trousers and boxers.
His cock sprang free, hard and heavy and flushed, standing there pointing at her — long and thick and *young,* the cock of an eighteen-year-old Saiyan hybrid at his absolute peak.
Chichi's eyes went wide. She looked at it. She looked at Goten, then at Krillin, then back at it, and her mouth went dry.
"…Oh," she said faintly.
"Yeah," Gohan said.
Krillin, still sprawled under her, looked over and laughed. "Huh. Good genes." He patted her hip. "Go on, Chichi. He's earned it."
"Don't worry, Mom," Gohan said, and his voice softened. "We can make it a threesome."
"A… a what?" Goten asked, peeking around her.
"A threesome," Gohan explained. "Me and you both with Mom at the same time."
Goten's face lit up. "Then *yes!*"
But Krillin sat up.
"Hold on, hold on." He wiped sweat off his scalp with the back of his wrist. "Kid. Gohan."
Gohan glanced at him. "What?"
"You called it a threesome."
"…Yeah. Because that's what it is."
Krillin shook his head slowly, and a grin spread across his face — the mean, pleased grin of a man who had just spotted a mistake and was going to enjoy correcting it. "No it's not. Look around, genius. *Count.*"
Gohan frowned. He looked at his mother. He looked at his brother. He looked at Krillin.
"Three of us," he said. "One of her. That's—"
"That's a *foursome,*" Krillin said flatly. "Four people, Gohan. You, me, the kid, and Chichi. That's four. Two sons, one husband's best friend, one woman. That's not a threesome. That's a *foursome.*" He jabbed a thumb at his own chest. "And I'm not a spectator. I'm *in* this."
Gohan blinked. "…Huh."
"Yeah, huh." Krillin cracked his neck. "You two thought you could just slide in and take over while I sat here catching my breath. Wrong. This is a *team* effort." He swung his legs off the bed and stood, and even naked, even short, there was something in the way he moved that made the room feel smaller. "So here's how it's gonna go."
Chichi pulled herself up onto her elbows, panting. "Krillin—"
"Quiet." He pointed at her, and Chichi's mouth snapped shut, and something warm and deep twisted in her belly. "You had weeks of just me and the kid. You got greedy. Now you've got *three* men, and you're gonna take all three, and you're gonna thank us for it. Understand?"
"…Yes," she said, small and hoarse.
"Say it properly."
"Yes, Krillin."
"Good girl."
Gohan raised an eyebrow at the exchange. "She listens to you like that?"
"She listens because she knows I won't let her off easy." Krillin stepped around to the side of the bed and took Chichi by the jaw, tilting her face up. "Isn't that right, Chichi? You like being pushed."
She swallowed. "…Yes."
"You like being *used.*"
"*Yes.*"
"There it is." He let go of her jaw. "Now. Gohan — front. She's got a mouth and it's empty. Kid — stay where you are."
Goten, still buried in her ass, nodded fast.
Chichi crawled to the edge of the bed toward her eldest son, and without a word took him into her mouth.
Gohan's head fell back. "*Ohh—*"
She was *good.* She took him deep on the first try, cheeks hollowing, tongue flat and working along the underside, and Gohan's hand came down and closed in her hair to slow her before he embarrassed himself.
"Easy, Mom," he breathed. "Easy. You're gonna finish me in a minute."
She hummed around him, pleased.
Behind her, Goten pulled out of her ass and slid down off the mattress, and buried his face between her thighs. Chichi's hips bucked as his small tongue dragged up the whole length of her slit. He lapped at her like she was dessert — messy, eager, no technique at all — and then pushed two little fingers inside her and crooked them.
"*Mmh—!*" Chichi moaned around Gohan's cock, and the vibration made him twitch.
"You like that?" Gohan panted. "He's good at it?"
"*Mhm—!*"
"Then don't stop." He pushed her head down gently. "Keep going."
Goten got curious. He pulled his mouth away and looked at her from behind — at the swollen, puffy, well-fucked pussy in front of him, and just above it, the small, tight, glistening hole Krillin and he had been using. He reached up with one wet finger and pressed it against her anus.
Chichi *jerked,* moaning loud and long around Gohan's cock.
"Oh?" Gohan said, amused. "He found something?"
"*Mhm!*"
"Keep doing that, Goten."
Goten did, circling the tip of his finger around the ring, pressing in to the first knuckle, then deeper, and Chichi's hips rocked back against his hand of their own accord. She was making a mess of herself — slick running down her thighs, dripping onto the sheets, her whole body flushed pink and shining with sweat.
And then Krillin climbed back onto the bed.
"Alright," he said, settling in behind her. "Enough of that."
He nudged Goten aside and pressed himself up against Chichi from behind, his chest to her back, his hips to her rear, his cock sliding slick along the seam of her. She shuddered.
"Krillin, what are you—"
"Testing something." He reached down between her legs and felt where Goten had been — felt how wet she was, how open. "Goten. Get back in her."
"But Krillin, you're—"
"Get back in her *pussy,* kid. Not the ass. Her pussy."
Goten blinked. "Both of us?"
"Both of us."
Chichi's head came up. "*What?*"
"Two cocks," Krillin said. "Same hole."
"Two—" Chichi's voice went thin. "Krillin, that's not possible—"
"Baby, I've seen a lot of impossible things." He pressed the head of his cock against her entrance, just below where Goten was pushing back in, and *pushed.*
Chichi *screamed.*
"*Ahhh—oh God—oh God oh God—*"
Because it was *there,* it was actually going in — Krillin's thick cock forcing its way into the same hole that was already full of Goten, stretching her past anything she'd ever felt, and the two of them inside her at once, side by side, pressing against each other through the thin wall of her.
"*There* we go," Krillin grunted, sweat popping on his brow. "There it is. Feel that, Chichi? Feel both of us?"
"*Yes—yes—it's too much—*"
"It's not too much. It's exactly enough." He pushed deeper, inch by inch, until he was seated to the base alongside Goten, and the three of them were locked together like puzzle pieces. "Goten. You okay back there?"
Goten's voice was a squeak. "*It's—it's so tight, Krillin—*"
"Yeah. Because you're sharing."
"*It's squeezing my—*"
"I know. Breathe." Krillin laughed, breathless and low. "This is what happens when you don't share with your brother, kid. Now look — Gohan's still waiting."
Gohan was staring, open-mouthed. "You're both *in* her. Same hole."
"You're damn right we are."
"That's—" Gohan shook his head. "That's insane. She's not even complaining."
"She's not complaining because she's full, and a full woman is a happy woman." Krillin rolled his hips, and both cocks shifted inside Chichi at once, and she made a sound like she was being pulled apart. "*Aren't* you, Chichi."
"*Yeees—*"
"Good. Now — Gohan. Front. She's got a mouth and it's empty."
Gohan climbed back onto the bed in front of her, knees on either side of her head, and Chichi lifted her face and took him back into her mouth without being told. And now she was *completely* surrounded — a cock in her pussy, a cock in her pussy *again,* a cock in her mouth, and three men breathing around her, holding her, using her from every angle at once.
Krillin and Goten started to move.
And it was unlike anything Chichi had ever felt. They couldn't thrust the way they normally would — there wasn't room — so instead they ground into her, short and deep, rocking against each other through her body, and the sensation was so constant, so *unrelenting,* that there was no build and no release, only a long, rolling wave of fullness that never broke.
"*Mmh—mmh—mmh—*" she moaned around Gohan's cock, in time with them.
"Look at her," Krillin said, voice rough. "Three holes and all of them full. You happy now, Chichi? This what you wanted?"
"*Mhm—!*"
"Answer me properly."
She pulled off Gohan with a gasp. "*Yes—yes, this is what I wanted—*"
"Good." He reached up and took her left breast again, and *bit* the nipple, and Chichi's whole body convulsed around both cocks. "*God.* She clenched. Did you feel that, kid?"
"Y-yeah—"
"She likes it rough. Remember that." He moved to the other breast and bit down hard, and Chichi sobbed and bucked. "Isn't that right, Chichi?"
"*Yes—!*"
"Say my name."
"*Krillin—!*"
"Say all of us."
"*Krillin—Goten—Gohan—*" She was crying a little now, tears of pure overload running down her cheeks. "*All of you—please—*"
Gohan groaned, watching his mother's face — wrecked, shining, mouth open, hair stuck to her cheeks. "*God,* Mom."
"Don't hold back, Gohan," Krillin said. "She's got three men tonight. She can take it."
"I'm not holding back." Gohan gripped her hair and started to thrust into her mouth, shallow and quick. "I'm just — *watching.*"
"Then watch. And learn something." Krillin picked up his rhythm, grinding deep, and Goten matched him, and the two of them moved inside her pussy in counterpoint, a slow, brutal grind that had Chichi's toes curling and her mind going white.
"*Mmf—mmf—!*"
"That's it," Krillin growled. "Take it. Take all three of us. You wanted a family secret, Chichi — this is it. Your two sons and your husband's best friend, all at once, in your bed, every afternoon." He bit her shoulder. "And you're gonna love it."
"I—I do—!"
"You're gonna beg for it."
"I will—!"
"Say it again."
"I'll beg—!"
"Good girl." Krillin's voice cracked a little. "God, Chichi. God."
And then Chichi broke.
It hit her all at once — the fullness, the grinding, the teeth on her nipples, her eldest son's cock in her throat, her youngest buried in her with another man beside him — and she came harder than she ever had in her life. Her whole body locked, her pussy clenched down on both cocks at once, and she wailed around Gohan's cock so loud it was almost a scream.
"There it is—!" Krillin shouted. "That's it, that's it—"
Goten lost it first. He came with a strangled cry, emptying into her while Krillin was still inside, and the extra slickness let Krillin drive even deeper, and Chichi sobbed and shuddered through a second wave.
Then Gohan — one long, shaking thrust, and he spilled into her mouth, and Chichi swallowed and swallowed and kept sucking until he had to pull away, oversensitive.
Then Krillin, last and slowest, grinding his hips in tight circles until he buried himself to the base and came with a low, guttural groan, pumping deep into her alongside the mess Goten had left.
Chichi collapsed flat onto the mattress.
Krillin fell over her back. Goten flopped down beside them. Gohan sat back on his heels, chest heaving.
For a long moment, nobody spoke. The room smelled of sweat and sex and the sea-salt smell of Saiyan bodies. Somewhere downstairs, a clock ticked.
Then Krillin lifted his head and said, "So. Just once, huh?"
Chichi started to laugh. She couldn't stop. She laughed until tears ran down her face, and Krillin laughed with her, and even Goten, confused but happy, giggled along. Gohan just shook his head and smiled.
"Okay," he said finally. "So — every afternoon?"
"Every afternoon," Krillin confirmed.
"Even when Dad comes back?"
Krillin looked at Chichi. Chichi looked at her two sons.
"That," she said, "is a problem for another day."
Gohan got up go to market to buy condoms and krillin go to visit his house to sex with 18 and marron
Chichi cleaned up. They dressed. Chichi fixed her hair and scrubbed her face, and by the time the sun started to drop, there was rice on the table and a pot of stew on the stove and nothing on the surface to suggest anything at all.
Gohan, for form's sake, walked back out to the yard and then in through the front door ten minutes later, as if he had just come home from school.
"I'm back got some condoms," he called.
"Hi, sweetheart," Chichi said, calm as a lake. "So can we start once again our foresome?"
Gohan said " wait for krillin mom he go to meet 18 and marron "
Then Krillin would fly back to Chichi's house, land quietly on the roof, and slip in through the window — and there would be Chichi waiting, and sometimes Goten too, and lately Gohan as well, and the four of them would pick up exactly where they'd left off.
A foursome, Krillin called it.
A secret, they all agreed.
Even from Goku.
It will continue.