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.