The afternoon bled into early evening. The bedroom looked like a war zone (sheets soaked, pillows on the floor, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat). Krillin lay sprawled in the center of the ruined futon, chest heaving, cock still impossibly hard and glistening. 18 lounged against the headboard like a satisfied queen, one leg draped over his thigh. Bulma, Chi-Chi, and Videl were curled around them in various states of boneless bliss, idly kissing and touching whatever skin they could reach.
That was when the front door downstairs opened again.
"Bulma, sweetheart? Are you here? You said you'd be home last night and I was worried—"
The click of elegant heels on the stairs. A soft, melodic voice that belonged to exactly one woman on Earth.
Bunny Briefs appeared in the doorway wearing a pale-pink sundress, blonde hair in its usual perfect bun, looking every inch the eternally youthful, slightly air-headed mother of the richest woman alive.
She took one look at the scene and froze.
Then her gaze landed on Krillin's fifteen-inch, cum-slick erection resting against his stomach like a weapon.
Her purse slipped from her fingers and hit the floor with a soft thud.
"Oh my…"
18 was the first to move. She sat up slowly, a wicked smile spreading across her face.
"Well, well. Look who decided to visit."
Bulma (still flushed and sticky) lifted her head and gave a lazy, filthy grin.
"Hey, Mom. Perfect timing."
Bunny's cheeks went pink, but her eyes never left Krillin's cock. "I… I was just checking on you, dear. I didn't mean to interrupt—"
Chi-Chi giggled, stretching languidly. "Too late for that."
Videl bit her lip, already squirming with fresh arousal.
Krillin, bless his soul, actually looked embarrassed for half a second—then 18 leaned over and whispered something in his ear that made his cock twitch hard enough to slap his abs.
Bunny's breath hitched.
Bulma crawled forward on all fours, voice dripping honey and sin.
"Mommy," she purred, "you've been complaining for years that no man can keep up with you. Krillin can. And we all want to watch him ruin you."
Bunny opened her mouth (to protest, maybe), but Bulma was already behind her, hands sliding up her mother's thighs, pushing the sundress higher.
"Look how wet she already is," Bulma announced, fingers slipping under pink lace panties. "Such a needy little slut, Mommy."
Bunny whimpered, legs trembling.
18 crooked a finger at Krillin. "Come here, baby. Show Mrs. Briefs what a real cock feels like."
Krillin rose to his knees. The women arranged themselves like it was choreographed: 18 and Bulma on either side of Bunny, Chi-Chi and Videl kneeling in front, all four sets of hands stripping the older woman with slow, reverent hunger.
The dress fluttered to the floor. The bra followed. Bunny Briefs (somehow still impossibly perky in her fifties) stood naked and blushing in the middle of the room, nipples hard, thighs already slick.
Krillin stepped forward. His cock jutted out in front of him like a battering ram.
Bunny stared at it, wide-eyed.
"That… that can't possibly—"
Bulma grabbed her mother's hand and wrapped it around the base. Bunny's fingers didn't even meet.
"It can," Bulma whispered against her ear, licking the shell of it. "And it will. Over and over until you forget your own name, slut mom."
Bunny moaned.
They didn't bother with the bed this time. Krillin lifted Bunny like she weighed nothing, turned, and pressed her back against the wall. Her legs wrapped around his waist on instinct.
He rubbed the fat head through her dripping folds once, twice.
"Look at me," he said (voice low, almost gentle).
Bunny's teary blue eyes met his.
Then he pushed in.
One slow, relentless thrust. Eight inches disappeared inside her with a wet sound. Bunny's head slammed back against the wall, mouth open in a silent scream.
Krillin didn't stop. Another thrust. Ten inches. Her belly bulged obscenely.
Another. Twelve.
Bunny's eyes rolled back. Her whole body shook.
"Too much—" she gasped.
Bulma laughed, reaching between them to rub her mother's clit in brutal circles.
"Take it, Mommy. Take every inch like the cock-hungry whore you are."
Krillin pulled back and slammed home (fifteen inches buried to the root). Bunny screamed, nails clawing at his shoulders, pussy spasming wildly as she came instantly, squirting down his balls.
He didn't give her time to recover.
He fucked her against the wall like a machine (deep, punishing strokes that lifted her off the floor with every thrust). Her tits bounced wildly. Her screams turned into broken sobs of pleasure.
The women watched, transfixed.
18 fingered herself slowly, eyes glittering.
Chi-Chi and Videl were kissing each other, hands between each other's thighs, moaning into each other's mouths at the sight.
Bulma stayed right beside her mother's face, whispering filth the entire time.
"That's it, Mommy. Look how full you are. Look how he's destroying that pretty little pussy. You're never going to want a normal cock again, are you?
Bunny came again (harder), body seizing, juices gushing down Krillin's thighs.
Krillin spun her around without pulling out, bent her over the dresser, and kept going. The mirror reflected everything: Bunny's mascara-streaked face, mouth open in a constant wail, tits swinging, belly distended with every thrust.
He fucked her through orgasm after orgasm (five, six, seven) until her voice gave out and she was just making broken, gurgling sounds.
Only then did he pull out, spin her again, and drop to his knees. He ate her like a starving man (tongue fucking deep, sucking her clit hard) while the women held her up.
Bunny's eyes rolled completely back. Her body went rigid.
One final, shattering climax tore through her (so violent her legs gave out entirely).
She slumped, unconscious, a blissful smile on her face, pussy still twitching and leaking.
Krillin caught her gently and laid her on the futon.
The four watching women stared in reverent silence.
Then Bulma crawled over, kissed her mother's slack lips, and whispered:
"Welcome to the family, slut mom."
18 laughed, low and satisfied.
Krillin wiped his mouth, cock still rock-hard and dripping.
"Who's next?" he asked.
Four hands shot up at once.
The night was far from over.