The afternoon sun poured through the tall windows of Capsule Corp's private lounge, turning the air thick and golden. Krillin lay sprawled on the oversized couch, chest heaving, his compact muscular body glistening with fresh sweat and the sticky evidence of two insatiable women. Bulma lounged to his left, lab coat hanging open, blue hair a tangled mess, while Chi-Chi pressed against his right side—black hair loose from its bun, qipao discarded somewhere on the floor. Cum leaked slowly from both of them, pooling on the cushions, but neither seemed to care. The scent of sex hung heavy in the room.
"Shorty… you're a goddamn machine," Bulma purred, tracing a lazy finger down his abs. "Three hours straight and you're still half-hard. Goku and Vegeta are never gonna know how lucky we got."
Chi-Chi smirked, nipping his earlobe. "He better not be done. I could go another round before dinner." She squeezed his thigh possessively. "But first… we should clean up. Mom's probably wandering around the grounds wondering where everyone is."
Krillin's eyes widened. "Panchy? Bulma's mom? Here? Right now?" He sat up fast, heart hammering. "We can't— I mean, she's your mother, Bulma! And Dr. Brief—"
Bulma laughed, low and wicked. "Dad's buried in the lab with some new invention. Hasn't come out in two days. And Mom… well, she's been complaining about being 'bored' since the boys left for Beerus' planet. She's got that same fire I do. Trust me." She grabbed her phone, typing quickly. "Hey Mom, come to the lounge. Krillin's here 'helping' with some… maintenance. You might want to see this."
Chi-Chi grinned, already pulling Krillin back down for a deep, messy kiss. "Relax, monk. Panchy's always been the flirtiest one in the family. If she walks in on us like this… let's just say she won't be shocked."
The door slid open a minute later.
Panchy Brief stepped in wearing a light yellow sundress that clung to her legendary curves—massive breasts straining the thin fabric, wide hips swaying, long blonde hair cascading down her back like a golden waterfall. At first glance she looked no older than Bulma thanks to whatever youth tech Dr. Brief had cooked up over the years. She blinked big blue eyes at the scene: her daughter and Chi-Chi naked and glowing, Krillin's thick cock still shiny and semi-hard between them.
"Oh my~" Panchy's voice was that classic airy, bubbly lilt, but her cheeks flushed pink and her nipples visibly hardened under the dress. "Well, isn't this a surprise! I thought you kids were just fixing machines. Looks like the only machine getting worked on is this little stud right here." She closed the door behind her with a soft click, locking it. "Krillin, honey… you've been keeping my Bulma and Chi-Chi very happy, haven't you? I could hear the moaning from the garden."
Krillin tried to cover himself, face burning. "M-Mrs. Brief—Panchy—I can explain—"
"No need to explain, shorty," Panchy cooed, sauntering closer. She reached behind her back and unzipped the sundress in one smooth motion. It pooled at her feet, revealing she wore nothing underneath. Her body was pure MILF perfection—huge, soft breasts with puffy pink nipples, a tiny waist flaring into childbearing hips, and a perfectly shaved pussy already glistening. "I've been so lonely with my husband glued to his workbench and those Saiyan boys off training again. If you can handle these two… you can handle Mama too."
Bulma grinned, sitting up. "Told you, Krillin. Mom's been eyeing you since the old days. Go on—give her the same treatment you gave us."
Chi-Chi nodded, pushing Krillin forward gently. "She's family now. Make her scream your name."
Panchy dropped to her knees in front of the couch, eyes sparkling with playful hunger. "Oh my, look at that thick cock. So much bigger than I expected from such a cute little monk." She wrapped both soft hands around his shaft, stroking slowly, thumbs circling the leaking tip. "Mmm, still warm from my daughter and Chi-Chi. Tastes like them too, I bet." Without another word she leaned in and took him into her mouth—deep, wet, no hesitation. Her tongue swirled expertly, cheeks hollowing as she bobbed, moaning around him like he was candy.
"F-fuck, Panchy!" Krillin groaned, hand instinctively resting on her golden hair. "You're… incredible. So warm and sloppy—"
She popped off with a wet smack, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his throbbing cock. "Call me Mama when you're inside me, honey. Now lie back. Let Mama ride first." She climbed onto his lap, straddling him reverse cowgirl so Bulma and Chi-Chi had a perfect view. Her ass—plump, jiggly, and flawless—hovered over his cock. She reached back, guided him to her dripping entrance, and sank down all the way in one smooth glide.
"Oh my goodness~!" Panchy gasped, head tilting back, breasts bouncing heavily. "So thick… stretching Mama's lonely pussy so nicely. Krillin, baby, you're hitting spots my husband hasn't touched in years!" She started bouncing—slow at first, then faster, ass rippling with every slam. Wet, obscene sounds filled the lounge as her juices coated his balls.
Krillin gripped her hips, thrusting up hard. "Mama—shit—you're so tight for your age. Feels like heaven. Bounce harder… let me feel those big tits slap."
Bulma and Chi-Chi watched, fingers between their own legs, encouraging. "That's it, Mom," Bulma called. "Ride him like you mean it. Make him fill you up."
Chi-Chi smirked. "Tell him how much you love cheating on Dr. Brief with a Z-Fighter."
Panchy moaned louder, grinding her clit against his base. "I love it—ahh! Love this young, strong cock wrecking me while my husband plays with robots! Harder, Krillin! Fuck Mama's pussy—make me cum!" Her first orgasm hit fast—body shuddering, walls milking him like a vice, a gush of wetness soaking his thighs. "Yes! Mama's cumming—don't stop!"
Krillin growled, flipping her onto her back on the couch without pulling out. He folded her legs over his shoulders in a deep mating press, pounding down with all his fighter stamina. "You want it rough, Mama? Gonna breed this married pussy while your daughter watches." His balls slapped loudly against her ass, sweat dripping from his bald head onto her bouncing breasts.
"Yes—breed Mama! Fill me with your hot cum!" Panchy cried, nails raking down his muscular back. "I want it dripping out of me all day!"
He slammed deep and unloaded—thick ropes painting her insides, overflowing around his shaft. But Panchy just laughed breathlessly, pulling him into a sloppy kiss. "Mmm, good boy. But we're not done. Chi-Chi, Bulma—help Mama show him how it's done."
The next hour blurred into pure filth.
They moved to the floor—Panchy on all fours while Krillin railed her doggy style, her massive breasts swinging like pendulums. "Harder, shorty! Spank Mama's ass—yes, just like that!" He slapped her jiggling cheeks red, pulling her hair gently so her back arched.
Bulma knelt beside them, kissing her mother deeply while Krillin fucked her. "You look so hot taking his cock, Mom."
Chi-Chi took a turn sitting on Panchy's face, grinding her cum-filled pussy against the older woman's tongue. "Eat it, Mama. Taste what Krillin left in me." Panchy moaned into her, licking eagerly.
Next came the shower in the attached private bathroom—steamy water cascading over all four bodies. Krillin held Panchy against the tiles, legs wrapped around his waist, pounding up into her while the hot spray made everything slicker. "You're insatiable," he panted, biting her neck. "Gonna cum again—where?"
"Inside—always inside! Mama wants another load!" She clenched around him, screaming through her third orgasm as he flooded her once more.
They dried off and returned to the lounge for round four—Panchy riding him cowgirl this time, facing him so he could bury his face in her huge tits. "Suck Mama's nipples, baby. Harder—oh my, yes! You're gonna make me squirt again!" She did—juices spraying over his abs as she came, milking him dry a fourth time.
Throughout it all the dialogue never stopped—filthy, loving, teasing:
"Krillin, honey, your cock is ruining me for my husband forever~"
"You're so fucking hot, Mama. I can't believe I'm balls-deep in Bulma's mom."
"Tell Mama how much better you are than Dr. Brief."
"Way better—tighter, wetter, and you actually moan my name!"
By early evening they collapsed in a sweaty, cum-drenched pile on the couch. Panchy lay across Krillin's chest, tracing his abs, her golden hair fanned out. Bulma and Chi-Chi cuddled on either side, all three women glowing and leaking.
"Oh my… what a wonderful afternoon," Panchy sighed happily, kissing his bald head. "You come back anytime the boys are training, Krillin. Mama will always have a 'special project' for you."
Bulma winked. "And we'll make sure Dad stays in the lab. Same time tomorrow?"
Chi-Chi smirked. "Round five after dinner?"
Krillin laughed breathlessly, arms around all three. "You three are going to kill me… but I'm the luckiest short guy in the universe."
The secret was growing. With Goku and Vegeta still light-years away on Beerus' planet, Capsule Corp had never felt hotter.