The Quad Domination

Free erotic stories: The Quad Domination. Author: VoreandMore21. This story is including Dark Fantasy, Bi-sexual, Blowjob, Boy, Fan fiction, Female Domination, Female/Female, Male / Older Female genres. Sequel to Fusion of Love, The Mothers Dominate Their Sons and Each Other

Free erotic stories: The Quad Domination

Author: VoreandMore21

Note: Warning, the following content is fan-requested and therefore may not fit the fancy of everyone who reads it. Please be kind enough to vacate the premises if you wish not to read this story. If not, then please enjoy

The Quad Domination

“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOYS!!!!”

The pair of stern yells coming from both bare bodied boys caused them to lapse into dread. Cold sweat flowed down their bodies as they looked up from their naked embrace at the pair of moms, glaring down at them. They were clad in bath-robes, hair let down and lacking make-up, obviously wanting to have use for the lavish area the Briefs called the bathroom. But seeing them, with used up dildo beside them and fresh from mutual love-making, it was clear they had other plans.

“You do realize that’s mommy’s, don’t you?” Bulma said with an impatient foot tap. Her sole clapping against the tiled flooring as her blue orbs glared at his nervous smiling face. A twitch formed over her forehead, creating a pulsating vein of mounting frustration of the scene unveiled before her gaze.

“And you, young man. What did I tell you about having sex with Trunks?!” Chi-Chi hissed in a barely restrained bout of seething rage. If Goten wasn’t busy squinting his eyes shut, he’d see a palpably glowing aura of anger flowing off her. It mirrored one that Bulma seemed to generate, if not for angry comedic affect.

“S-Sorry, mom!” Trunks stuttered out a lame apology, clinging to Goten whom nuzzled his face into the crook of his neck.

“I’m scared, Trunks!” Goten whispered with trembling.

Sighing, Bulma began to loosen the sash holding her robe over her bare body. As it began to slide off her shoulders, she murmured aloud, “There’s only way you can make it up to mommy without losing your gaming privileges, Trunks.”

“W-What’s that?!” Trunks asked, looking over at his mom’s unveiling with both fascination and trepidation.
What he saw was something that Goten caught from the corner of his peeking eyes. Both on their hands and knees, they gaped at the black strap-ons wrapped around the two women’s pelvic regions. Easily the size of the toy they took in their fused form, they gulped, looking up knowingly what their lewdly smiling mothers had in store for them.

“You have to be punished, Goten. Just like your friend,” Chi-Chi said in a low, sultry tone as she rubbed the smooth phallic device with her right hand.

“C’mon, Trunks,” Bulma called out in a come-hither tone, beckoning her child with a curling motion of her finger while using the other to tap the erect black dyed toy, “you should know what to do, right?”

“Y-Yes, mom,” Trunks rasps out as his tongue wetting his lips with anticipation. Crawling forward at the same time as Goten, he briefly exchanged a glance with him before tentatively puckering his lips. Planting a kiss that left a trail of glistening saliva connecting the tip to his lips, he quickly burrowed his open maw over the tool and noisily slurped at its head.

“That’s it. Suck it! Suck mommy’s tool!” Chi-Chi cooed out in a raucous tone, grasping at her breasts to fondle them as she watched her son eagerly bob his head across the dull flavored toy. Seeing his black eyes peer up in a helpless manner caused her nether lips to moisten around the strap-on’s harness. His pink lips, stretched to the max as it slid wetly back and forth over the glossy rubber tool she intend to use on him.

“You’re eager to please, aren’t ya? I bet you’ve been letting that Goten push you around like the little bitch you are! I guess things never change, do they?!” Bulma sneered as she grasped the back of her son’s head, pumping her tool down his throat and across his tongue. Gulping intertwined with gurgling sounds were made as Trunks’ eyes watered at the sensation of his throat being pumped and ravaged. It was only thanks to his Saiyan anatomy that he didn’t choke outright, thus was treated to a rare bliss of helplessness and inner body nirvana of being throat raped.

Looking over at his friend being pumped forcefully, Goten couldn’t help but reach down to stroke himself as he continued to bob his head back and forth. Forcing himself to take in as much as he could into his own throat, he found his own head was fondled gently before pushed hard to the root of the toy. With his own eyes creating a fountain of tears, gargling and swallowing sounds were made as a large bulge traveled across his neck with every insertion into his esophagus.

It wasn’t long until both women were reaching a peak of hormonal frenzy that they desired more than simply ravaging their children’s mouths. They needed more, and they always got what they wanted. Extracting their strap-ons from their throats, they watched as they coughed and spat out thick trails of saliva out of their mouths, trying to regain the air that had nearly been robbed from them.

“You did good, Goten,” Chi-Chi cooed as she stroked her boy’s bangs aside, bending her knees to face her standing frame. As he sniffled and looked up into her mother’s eyes, he saw her drag her tongue across her lips. The look of hunger was evident, something he felt was all too familiar from before.

“Your punishment isn’t over, Trunks,” Bulma chided as she grabbed her boy by the chin and lifted him up to stare up pathetically at her. Blinking away the tears, Trunks found his own mother staring at him with a look of lust. Learning the hard way from years before, there was no escaping her when she became like this.

Almost all at once, both women’s mouths claimed their sons’.

Goten’s eyes widened as he felt his tongue twist and rubbed by his own mom’s, with his lips smacking in instinctive compliance with hers. Audible pops of their maw flesh was heard as the two continued their oral tango. Closing his eyes, he moaned into the kiss when he felt her mouth pull at his tongue, sucking it longingly that created waves of bliss to buzz over his face. All the while she used a spare hand to pump his member and tickle his sac, brushing his crown of spiky hair with the other.

Trunks’ eyes squinted shut while his own mom kissed him harshly. Wild strokes of her tongue invaded his mouth, brushing over the roof of his mouth when it wasn’t pushing against his own pink oral muscle. Her lips barely let up against his own, wetly smacking and rubbing erotically over them in a dominant dance of love and ownership. His body twitched and spasmed when her wet hand stroked his own man tool, using her free hand to stroke his moist anal entrance.

Releasing Goten’s mouth with a wet pop, Chi-Chi smirked at the wet-ring of reddened skin formed over her son’s mouth. Stroking his face, she almost whispered, yet was clearly loud enough to earn the sideglance of Bulma, “I love you so much, baby. It’s time you returned that love, don’t you think?”

“L-Love you too, mommy,” Goten replied in an almost robotic manner, unaware of how he was being turned around and pushed to the ground on all fours. It was so natural to him to do this when his mom spoke to him. So right to be told what to do, even when doing something like this.

When she finished frenching her child, Bulma dragged her tongue out of his lubricated mouth and across his left cheek. Upon latching to his ear, she suckled it while she heard him groan and writhe in her grip. Pressing almost three fingers into her clenching nether lips, she released hold over her boymeat and chuckled.

“It’s time for punishment, Trunks,” Bulma cooed into her boy’s ear, leaning him down to face the opposite direction of the restroom that his friend did. She knew that he was totally subservient. The brat was so greedy and so desiring of his precious things that he’d do anything she told him. Even give himself as a plaything for her to enjoy molesting at any moment’s notice.
What followed was the two saliva dripping tools burrowing at the gaping openings in their shapely rear ends. Like pillows of feathery soft flesh with pulsating rings, colored chutes of pink, they practically begged to be penetrated with every wiggle and spasm. The rumps were gripped by a pair of womanly hands and then followed by an unforgiving pair of squelching tools forcing their way into their guts.

“GUH!” Goten practically wheezed out, feeling the breath leave his exhausted lungs. The lack of stamina from having made love to Trunks from before and using Fusion was making him weaker than normal. It allowed him to feel the power his mother had in a more physical sense than the ordinary way she had over his mind and spirit. Every pistoning thrust her tool made into his plush bottom caused him to grunt and squeak, feeling totally at his maker’s mercy.

He could feel her smiling stare bore down at him as his hands balled up into fists on the tiled floor. Wave after wave of joyous pleasure began to mount within his core as his guts were pounded as relentlessly as his sweet spot. Wrinkled rows of flesh squeezed the tool tightly as much as they were relentlessly stroked over and over, audibly sounding in splurges and anal swallows of every retraction and insertion of the tool.

“NGH! MMM! NNNGH! AAAHN!” Trunks continued to writhe and squirm helplessly within his mother’s grip as his digits scratched at the durable tiled ground beneath his palms. Sweat beaded and dripped off his body with every bucking motion his mother made. Every time the black rod pushed inward, he could feel the skin over his abdomen push out, forming a worming trail of the toy’s invasion into his insides. Then, just as quickly, they’d retreat and leave not a hint of the strained penetration through his deliciously wide pink flower.

The way every thrust caused him shudders of bliss to pass through his skin didn’t help either. When it wasn’t just the sheer act of rubbing his sensitive faux canal, his special button kept being rammed with expert precision. It was like a gong on a pleasure bell, spreading out with every battering crash the toy made into him. His tongue was sticking out, ebbing waving arcs of drool as he continued to moan, grunt, and groan with uncontrollable pleasure.

Before either boy knew it, they both assumed the same position to increase the speed and ferocity of their bucking tempos. Using their womanly mature frames to splay over their backsides, their plentiful breasts pressed hotly against their backs until their fronts were pressed against the sweat and precum covered tiles. Now stroked back and forth with their body’s sweaty skin, it felt like buttery smooth frames of beauty were pounding them into new heights of ecstasy.

“Can you feel it? You’re about to release your seed from your mommy grinding your meat against the floor while being pounded away! Doesn’t that make you feel good, my little slut?!” Bulma asks crassly to her boy which only made him groan even louder. With her increased tempo being a blur of rise and falling lower back motions, his insides were being stirred thoroughly by her strap-on. In-Out-In-Out, she kept going with every wet insertion and extraction as she could tell he was just about there.

“Come on, Goten! I want to hear you cum! Cum for me!” Chi-Chi commanded in an authoritative tone that her child had no say in. He groaned and mewled, feeling his body practically thrumming with a surging energy of delight. It coursed from his wiggling toes up to his balled up fists. With his stretched gut sliding across the slimy ground and a moist womanly frame over his back, it felt as if he was sandwiched in a oily cloud, pushing him to release.

The boys had no choice but give into their mothers’ perverted fancies and shriek with orgasmic glee. After five shots of mutual boy-milk was sprayed under their bellies, coating their skin and the floor with their taint, they gasped from their shared ecstasy. Was that their punishment, they wondered?

As the two women shared a pair of devious grins, looks that both boys vaguely caught a glance of, they knew that was not to be.

With groans from the recipients, the women extracted their juicy wet faux members from their well used holes and stood up. Walking over, the two women briefly brushed their sweaty frames against each other. One cupped the breast of the other, sharing a lustful kiss before passing by. Standing over the other’s child, both women knelt and grasped them under their arms.

“Come on, you scamp,” Chi-Chi murmured as she laid on her back, pointing her juice covered erection up while steadying the abused widened nether lips of Bulma’s son over it. With his eyes looking down and his mouth parted, he could barely hoarse out a ‘please’ before his used entrance spread apart with a squelching swallow. Groaning he felt his own weight descend over the toy before his hips fell over her own, the root of the strap-on nestled between his heart-shaped cheeks.

“Nnnnnnngh,” Goten moaned as he felt his own bum hole widen and slide down the identical black toy, its moist juice covered frame burning its way while he slid down. In a frictionless drop, his bum settled over Bulma’s spread pelvis and waist, now thoroughly planted in connection with his best friend’s mother. With her sharing a teasing grin, she bucked up and urged the boy to move with the wave of her rising hips.

Both boys began to rise and fall, weakly adhering to the demands of their lecherous desires. Their gratifyingly full nethers continued to burrow contentedly, pooching out when dragging up to the tip before repeating the motion. Watching the two perform their work was enough to coax the mothers to massage their breasts, squeezing and kneading them as they groaned at the sight. They continued bucking and pulling back their hips in sync with the pair of sons they aimed to molest their special spots.
Feeling aroused once again, the women grasped at their backs and rose upwards, inclining to buck forcefully into them while pressing them against their fronts.

“Suck on it!” Bulma encouraged Goten as she drove her toy repeatedly while his legs cinched around her back. With a breast extended out to him, his mouth opened widely before latching over it, gnawing and suckling it with feverish abandon. Groaning with ecstasy, the lavender tressed woman craned her head back while she long stroked into the boy she held in her arms. It wouldn’t be long before the shaking child in her arms would climax once again, and bring her closer to the ultimate high.

“Don’t stop!” Chi-Chi ordered Trunks as he too sucked on one of her bountifully sized breasts. Areola wrapped around his lips, chewed on by his teeth and lathered by his tongue, he pulled back and dived forward while feeling his pleasure chute continued to be ravaged by her. His body practically writhed in building glee, dancing sparks of climax growing upon every nerve.
Almost all at once, the pair of boys screamed in ecstasy once again as the two mothers thrust deeply into each other’s sons. Bowels deeply penetrated, saturated with saliva and natural juices, filled to the brim with the black colored material as their own members pumped out four more bursts of seed. Sliding down, the two boys were unconscious by the time they piled onto the floor, sleeping soundly on the tiles as they lied in fetal positions.

“Damn,” Chi-Chi murmured with aggravation, wiggling her rump impatiently as she fondled her toy, “I was almost ready to cum until they gave out. Now what?”
As she turned her head, she felt herself pushed against the tiled wall. Blinking as she felt her left leg pulled up to expose her decadently overflowing slit and her two arms held by the wrists with the other, she gazed into a lustfully grinning Bulma. Before she could utter a retort, she planted her mouth over hers, diving her tongue into her maw as her lips slid against hers.

A quick second later and the tool was inserted into her nether lips. Squealing with alarm and pleasure, she could feel Bulma swiftly releasing her wrists in favor of grabbing her grounded thigh. Pulling both legs up so they could be wrapped around her waist, she began to grind and slide her buttery wet, soft breasts against hers as she continued to orally and florally penetrate her.
It was like something out of her dreams. The beautiful younger woman pushing her against the wall and taking her like a thief to treasure. But instead of riches and gold, it was her own body and ignorance to the same sex. Already drowning in pleasure, she wrapped her arms around the back of Bulma’s head, fingering her hands into her lavender locks as her kisses came back just as fiercely as her ravager’s.

Her snatch continued to squelch and slurp at the toy pleasantly sliding across her pink birth tube. Striking the sensitive sections over and over as her back slid as effortlessly as her breasts against the other woman’s, she continued to share groans and moans over a battle of tongues and lips. Saliva seeped between their locked mouths, painting their chins with glossy liquid as they dripped and splattered over the tops of their embracing cleavages.

“MMMMM! MMMM! MMMM! MMMMMMMMMMMM!!!” Both women screamed over each others lips as they both climaxed as one. Juices squirted freely between the two, their bodies vibrating and shuddering with ecstasy as their nerves were exploding with delight. Releasing their kisses with a wet plot, their tongues played a gentle tango before completely letting go. Their eyes lovingly stared at each other before closing with contented exhaustion.

Settling down between their children, they placed their arms around the two sons and had them snuggle against their womanly frames. Before descending into mutual unconsciousness, they entwined their fingers and shared another kiss that produced a lustful moan from the two of them. All embraced and all sleeping off their lovemaking, it was truly a good day for mothers and sons.

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